Three years ago.
For years, March White had been preparing.
Gathering his resources.
Waiting for just the right moment.
And now...
His masterpiece...
His new world...
Would be complete.
All he needed would be something to make it stay that way.
Present day.
"Oh, dear! I'm very much late!" A chameleon named Davy was jarred from his sleep by a loud, obnoxious voice. He toppled off the branch he sat on, landing on his friend Jack, who'd heard the voice as well.
"Jack? Ugh... what was that?"
"A rabbit. We don't get many of those around here. I'm gonna track him."
"Great. Once you catch him, tell him to shut up. His voice is annoying the crap out of me."
"I'm serious, Dav! I'm working on my camouflage. He'll never see me!"
"A blind goat saw you yesterday."
"I turned the wrong color, okay?"
"Isn't that the essence of what camouflage is?"
"Just... I'm going." Surprisingly, Jack turned the right color to match his environment, then scrabbled away, presumably following the rabbit. Although, who knew at this point? He could just as easily be following a random butterfly. That's just who Jack was.
"Ugh... did that moron finally leave?" asked Linda, another chameleon who actually knew how to change color. She appeared behind Davy, shaking her head. "Sorry, but I don't know how he survived infancy."
"Optimists are usually pretty hard to kill," Davy snarked, looking into the distance where he thought Jack had gone.
"I know. I've tried."
"Linda!" exclaimed Davy, slightly alarmed. The pink chameleon generally had a pretty dark sense of humor, which Davy respected from a distance.
"What?"
"Nngh." A fourth voice grunted from above. Fred had finally awoken. The orange chameleon dropped to the ground, having hung by his feet from a branch overhead. He glanced around, tiredly, as usual. "Hmph. Jack leave again?"
"Yep. Says he found a rabbit," replied Davy. "I don't believe him."
"Should." Fred's quiet demeanor made him even more intimidating than Linda, but deep down he was kind. WAY deep down. "Jack's never wrong about what he hears."
"Well, yeah, but that's exactly the sort of thing he'd do for attention."
"Doesn't need attention." Fred raised an eyelid and glanced at Davy. "Has enough in himself."
Suddenly, a scream broke through the trees, one that sounded eerily like a moronic green chameleon. Davy sighed. "Right. He has enough attention."
"I swear!" cried Linda. "That idiot's always getting himself into trouble! I say we let him get out of it himself! Show him how it feels to be one of us!"
"We can't do that!" Davy protested, his eyes wide. He grinned evilly. "...Without watching!"
Fred rolled his eyes. "You two... jerks..." he muttered, but followed silently behind them as they ran off to find Jack.