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People dressed in black, children crying their eyes out, and a man in a robe addressing the people, while a black car arrives, carrying a brown wooden box, large enough to hold one body, that is just two feet taller than the average person present. It was a coffin, which was being carried by four others, who were not only as tall as the person inside, but all looked like anything but a human being. One of them resembled a turtle, whose shell was green, but his skin was brown. Another looked like a white kangaroo, who for some reason walked instead of jumped. The third person looked human, except that his head was bloated up, like it was a hot-air balloon. The fact that he was wearing a cowboy hat was the only indication that anyone had that he was a cowboy, as he too wore a black suit. And the fourth person to carry the coffin was a four-limbed bee, who had only one main body instead of a bee's usual three, which had the yellow and black stripes that are always associated with bees. As they carried the coffin to the hole in the ground, which will be the final resting place for whoever is inside it, the man in the long black robe spoke.
"As the Great Scott teaches us, we should not fear the end. Master King understood this, and lived his life making sure that people will keep smiling until the end."
Somehow, this didn't make any of the children any happier.
"The best way to think about him is not by remembering how he died, and instead focus on how he lived." the man continued, "He lived with a kind heart for everyone who has one of their own. To lose sight of that, will do him a great dishonor. Remember that, every time you face your darkest hour."
With those words spoken, some of the children tried standing tall, as they witness the coffin being lowered into the ground. This is as close to Master King as many of them will ever get, and they want to take advantage of every second.
Once the coffin was down, everyone started to leave. However, while two men in striped shirts started covering the coffin up, three men stayed, looking over their work. One of them was an old man, with long graying hairs. Another was a slightly younger man, who had his head wrapped in band-aids, and needed a crutch to walk. The youngest of the three, whose eyes look bigger behind his glasses, almost looked happy despite the circumstances.
"Such sadness." the oldest of the three spoke, "I still cannot belief tose monsters could do tis."
"It's like you said, Dr. Van Helsen." the youngest said, "They're monsters, they don't think like we do."
"I wouldn't be in this situation if they did." the bandaged man moaned.
"Can you not make stronger Mascots, Dr. Feuerstein?" Van Helsen asked him.
"On my payroll?" the wounded man, Feuerstein, replied, "And in my condition? I won't be fast enough."
"We might not have to." the youngest man brought up, "I spoke to Welles earlier. He told me to tell you this."
"Tell us what, Dr. Easton?" Van Helsen asked.
"He may have found someone who lives in the lower regions." the young man, Easton, explained, "Legends have it that he's a man who's been alive for many decades. It is said that during that time, he didn't grow weaker. In face, some dare say that the older he gets, the more powerful he becomes."
"What is he?" Van Helsen wondered.
"Unknown." Easton answered, "But everyone who speaks of him, talks about a man of honor, who never backs down, no matter the challenge. Purportedly, he's fought enemies that were more powerful than him, but won none the less."
"Sounds like just the man we need." Feuerstein laughed, and immediately regretted it as it gave him an agonizing pain.
"Ten we better get tis man here as soon as possible." Van Helsen declared.
"Oh, can I do that?!" a squeaky voice spoke.
All three of them turned to look. Before them stood one of the men who carried the coffin. It was the one that looked like a bee.
"My dear Noyhe." Van Helsen told him, "We have already lost one Mascot, we cannot lose anotter."
"But you juzt zaid..." the bee, Noyhe, buzzed, "thiz man iz honorable. He won't kill me, would he?"
"But he's not a child." Easton said, "He might not be too keen on having a Mascot collect him."
"Pleaze!" Noyhe begged, "It'z the leazt I can do for Mazter King."
"I think it's a great idea." Feuerstein said, "I can't go as I'm still recovering. Easton, you're too busy building something that'll keep that Drago lady from controlling our Re-Actives. Isn't that right?"
"It does take priority." Easton agrees.
Van Helsen gave this another thought, then finally agreed: "Very well, Noyhe. You can go."
Instead of simply jumping of joy, Noyhe spread his wings, and started flying around not just these three men, but the two men burying the coffin as well.
"Stupid insect!" one of them shouted, "Go bug someone else!"