Just to say, I'm starting to get busy in life and I won't be updating this as often as I would hope. But I'll try my best. :)
"Bored….Bored…Bored…"
This was what Business had been saying for the past hour; spinning around in his swivel chair at the desk in his office.
Even after the events of the Kragle, and his genius (in his opinion) plan of freezing everything, he was still allowed to keep his title as President Business.
Only probably was, now that he was good, there wasn't anything to do. The Octan Corporation was running smoothly, though he had to drop the voting machines from the market to slip past accusations of him rigging the machines.
Not that he did that….
Sighing in an over the top manner, Business got up from his chair and went over to his collection; it was still relatively the same, though he did have to get rid of his Blade of Exact-Zero and the Po-lish Remover of Na-il as a show of good faith.
Suddenly, the doors of his office burst open, and Bad Cop came rushing in; four Fed Bots staying at the open door, and firing at something out of Business' sight.
"What's going on?!" Business' asked, turning at the sound of gun fire.
"Sir! Something's broken in!" barked Bad Cop, before an explosion went off behind him. The Four Fed Bots were sent flying across the room, smashing through a window and falling down the entire height of the Octan Tower, into the Void.
Business turned around, before scrambling back and diving over his desk. He was soon joined by Good Cop, the cop readjusting his glasses. Business could see the other figure's hands were shaking.
"T…That's not good," stammered Good Cop, pressing his entire body against the desk as he quickly stole a look over the desk.
He quickly brought his head back down as fire shot over the desk, barely missing his hat and head.
"Uh, that's going to leave a mark," said Bad Cop, rubbing a bit of soot off of his helmet and face.
Business could hear heavy footsteps walking across the floor, and he was sure that was going to take quite a bit of money to fix the floor.
He was quite a bit surprised then, when he felt his desk getting lifted up and his and Bad Cop's backs went back onto the floor, leaving them looking up at what the source of the commotion was.
"What the…?" said Business in astonishment, looking up from a large foot, the majority of it orange with a few black pieces, to the clear cockpit of the large figure.
'Emmet….'
"Hu..? W-Wha?" yawned a generic construction worker, a face of yellow, his hair a ruffled and bed-head style, slowly blinking awake.
Emmet looked around his room; whatever had woke him up, it was gone now.
"Huh…oh well," said Emmet, resting his head back as he tried to get back to sleep.
'Emmet…'
"What?" asked Emmet again, waking up quicker to see if he could see what was keeping him awake. He jumped up from his bed, walking around all of his apartment. "Uh, Hello? Anyone here?" he called, slowly moving around a corner of his apartment.
"Uh…this is really strange…" the newest Master Builder said to himself, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
'Oh, for goodness…'
WHACK!
"Ow!" said Emmet, rubbing the back of his head after he felt something hit him rather hard.
He turned and gasped, "Vitruvius?"
Hovering above the ground by at least a head, holding a strange staff with an even strange green top, was the Ghost of Vitruvius.
'Yes Emmet; it is me,' said Vitruvius, unintentionally turning around part way before turning to face Emmet again. 'I am here to give you a warning.'
"Why? W-What's happening?" asked Emmet, instantly becoming worried upon hearing the deceased wizard.
'The Realms are in danger; A Doctor of Madness means to Blanket the Worlds,' said the Spirit Vitruvius, before suddenly shaking and ominously said, 'Woooo….'
"Uh…What was that about?" asked Emmet, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
But Emmet wasn't getting an answer until later; Vitruvius slowly began ascending, though found that he couldn't travel through the ceiling. So he opted to float through the open window of Emmet's apartment.
"O…K…" said Emmet, approaching the open window and closing it slowly. Emmet shook his head, rubbing his eyes as he said, "I really need to stop watching 'Where's my Pants?' so late…"