Author's Note: From the prompt "meadow" during a fic tree.
Billy stalked through the meadow, feeling the high grass slap against his red lab coat.
He'd gotten on the boss' bad flank, and he should be furious. For his entire life, he'd imagined what it would be like to rule the world. To topple world leaders, to rewrite the laws and show everyone how different the world could have been. He'd wanted to shatter a broken world and reset it, the right way.
Instead, he was scouring meadows for a lost horseshoe.
Billy tried to feel angry, and failed.
"Any luck?" Moist called.
Billy glanced at his henchman. Moist stood ankle deep in the muck, wearing a ghost of a smile even though he was covered in mud.
"Nah," he said. He stared at the mud splatters, seeing something different, and time stuttered to a stop. Her eyes were blank, never seeing him, and there was a spot of red on her still lips.
Not here, he thought. Anywhere but here.
"Boss?" The freeze ray frame faded, and Moist's hand was on his sleeve. "You okay?"
He nodded numbly, and Moist let go, leaving a smudge of brown on his lab coat.
Moist wasn't much help, really. Particularly in a field where he generated his own mudflow. But he'd followed, and Billy hadn't bothered to tell him not too.
"Don't worry, boss. Just keep looking."
That was all he could do, really.