Bad Mike stands alone on a green plate.
Bad Mike: Ah, Dimmy good to see you!
The Dim Creeper chatters aggressively as it gets closer.
Bad Mike: Oh come on Dimmy, your full name is such a mouthful can you drop it.
The Dim Creeper's visor flips up and the chattering intensifies.
Bad Mike: Fine, fine, fine, your full name it is. Employment be praised you are such a pain in the ass sometimes.
The Dim Creeper's chattering stops and he stares at Bad Mike.
Bad Mike: Riiiiiiight, you're wondering why I called you to this remote location.
The Dim Creeper chatters curiously.
Bad Mike: Well you see, I've been thinking. Our glorious leader has been doing squat recently. He just keeps blowing shit up with his new fancy battle throne! I say it's time for a change in leadership, the old man has been training me up for this anyways so I should just take over. I haven't lost a single battle I've fought in! That old man is weak and prone to fits of fancy, this company needs firm leadership not clumsy showmanship!
The Dim Creeper is quiet for a few minutes. Eventually it nods at Bad Mike and chatters in ascension.
Bad Mike: Phew! For a second there I was kinda-
??????: Do I hear talks of betrayaaaaaaaaaal?!?!
Bad Mike: Who said that?
??????: Allow me to introduce myself! I am the wizard Jacksonander! I have come here to aid you in your treacherous endeavors!
Jacksonander: Pardon my rudeness allow me to introduce my friend as well. This is Sheila, she is a strong independent Owl Golem.
Bad Mike: uhhhh how did you know where to find us?
Jacksonander: Why a gentleman never kisses and tells
The Dim Creeper chatters in disgust.
Bad Mike: Agreed, cut the shit, what's in it for you?
Jacksonander: Well you sure know how to cut to the chase my dear boi. If you insist on being so ineloquent then, FINE. Know that I require nothing from you, my master instructed me to help you.
Bad Mike: Your master told you to help me? How does anyone know about my plans? I've only told Dimmy-
The Dim Creeper punches Bad Mike.
Bad Mike: Ouch fuck, right, I've only told The Dim Creeper so far.
Jacksonander: Well lets just say my boss makes me look like an amateur compared to how powerful he is
Bad Mike: I haven't seen anything worth writing home about so far, but duly noted. At this point I don't really care where the help comes from. I'll need all the support I can get! Not only does Bad Tom control a huge number of troops, but they are also extremely well armed and generally very spooky.
Jacksonander: Oh I wouldn't worry about the numbers my dear boi, there are strange forces at work here.
Bad Mike: I need more than loose talk about "strange forces" I need details and logistics! I'm going to need a miracle to take out Bad Tom!
??????: DID I JUST HEAR SOMEONE TALK ABOUT KILLING BAD TOM?
Bad Mike: What in the fuck now?
??????: I AM THE LEADER OF THE DARK TECHNOMICON AND THIS IS MY SLAVE WARTRON.
Bad Mike: What the hell do you want?
??????: REVENGE, I WISH TO REPAY WHAT BAD TOM STOLE FROM ME WITH BLOODSHED.
Bad Mike: Ok then, I might be able to help you with that. Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
??????: I HAVE NO NEED FOR BACK SCRATCHES, JUST VENGEANCE, AND PERHAPS A CHALICE FASHIONED FROM BAD TOM'S SKULL.
Jacksonander: Well aren't you adorable!
Bad Mike: Shut up wizard! Fine no back scratches just vengeance and I'll think about giving you his skull.
??????: THIS IS AGREEABLE
Bad Mike: Is there any other interested party that wants to intrude on our conversation?
A voice from a bush nearby screams out "NOOOOOOOOO"
Bad Mike: Jeezus, ok. I guess this meeting of conspirators is adjourned. I'll be in touch with y'all later to go over the details.
The Dim Creeper chatters giddily.
Jacksonander: I can't wait to hear back from you my dear boi.
??????: I LOOK FORWARD TO DRINKING BAD TOM'S BLOOD FROM HIS SKULL!
TO BE CONTINUED...
The characters are nice though.
