Dingodile: Journey down Hell
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Prologue:
Working day and night on his prize flamethrower, the hybrid mutant Dingodile continue to work. It was nighttime at Cortex Castle, everyone was long asleep, but still he worked. It was dark and quiet for the time being, and the light from the ceiling light bulb shine down on Dingodile. Projecting his dark gloomy shadow against the wall, it started to grow larger and larger as the light began to flicker. He seem to pause for a moment as light continue to flicker, shivered a bit due the sudden coldness in the room. However, he did not stop and began again working on improvements. The shadow began to take shape into a gassy form at first, but turn solid as it grew to be as tall as the mutant and getting ready to overtake this hybrid, silently. Rising its hand about Dingodile's head, it came back down with tremendous speed and thus began a new adventure that awaits this hybrid…
Dingodile groan as he sat up after the crash, his body aching and yet light. He looked around himself and found himself on a white colored bridge; it looks somewhat new yet from a feeling that it is old.
"Where am I?" He asked himself as he examines the setting.
Looking around, besides the white bridge was nothing but pitch darkness, from under and above the bridge. He suddenly felt a slight pain on his finger, noticing that he was bleeding from a sharp object he accidentally touched. Now noticing, the black shroud was also laying there next to him face down. It looked worn out from a fierce fight and lay there lifelessly. Dingodile looked down at where his bleeding hand was and found the weapon he slightly remembered before falling unconscious. It was a long wooden staff, somewhat crooked, with a long sharp sickle on one end.
"Who the hell is that?" He wondered as he looked back at the dead shroud. He sat there and thought a moment on what exactly happened. Slowly, the memories started to flashback at him…
FLASHBACK:
The boney hand came down upon the hybrid's head, getting ready to get a grip on him. Suddenly, the hand grabbed all of the sudden and was slam on to the workshop table. A loud buzz noise heard as Dingodile apply the device on the boney hand, splitting the hand from the body.
"Argh!" The creature cried in pain, stepping a few steps back. It spoke in a dark tone, "You dare saw me!"
"Frankly, I'm not done yet," Dingodile sneered, and then grinned, "Your head is next!"
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing for you."
Dingodile quickly grabbed his flamethrower and shot out a stream of fire. However, the creature moved out of the way quickly, knocking out the lights, leaving Dingodile fighting in complete darkness.
"Fools, ha, ha, ha, in pitch darkness like this I could easily end your life this instants. Struggle all you want, the results will be the same. No mortal can defeat in this fight."
"Humph, never underestimate a mutant with a flamethrower…" Dingodile snorted. He began to fire everywhere, burning his own furniture, which light up the room. The creature was clear in sight as Dingodile took aim and fire at it. "EVER!"
The creature fell to the floor, burning. It slowly rose back up, finding Dingodile charging at it, smashing its thick skull with the back of his flamethrower. The creature collapse to the floor, in pain, as Dingodile looked down at it. Dingodile growled and gave it a strong kick in to the face with his right leg. It causes the creature to rise back up, but was suddenly grabs by the neck and slams into the wall. Dingodile put the end of the barrel into the skull-head's mouth, placing a firm finger on the trigger.
"Please, and you're suppose to be the Deliverer of Death, huh? What happen? I'm barely lifting a finger, and already you're halfway beaten." Dingodile muttered to it. "Pathetic…"
Before it knew it, Dingodile shot ten fireballs through its head. Afterward, he violently dropped the dead body on to the floor and chuckled. "I ain't gonna let Death catch when it's this stupid."
Suddenly, the creature sprang at Dingodile, catching off guard. This time, it held its primary weapon in its dead hands: the Scy. Dingodile grabbed hold of both end of the weapon, both now is struggling to take control of the weapon. A vortex appeared under them, causing both to fall down into the dark hole. As they descended, Dingodile took control of the weapon and gave the finishing…
FLASHBACK ENDS…
"Oh yeah…" He muttered angrily. He slowly flipped the body over, revealing a large gash on the center of its head. "You just have to ruin my day, eh?"
He dropped it and muttered, "Strangely, I have a stronger will than the Grim Reaper, and the only way to get me was to cheat, typical."
Dingodile suddenly flinched back in fear as the Grim Reaper groan in pain, returning back to consciousness. Finally, in a deep dark tone, it mutters, "You…You little runt, how dare you struck me…unacceptable…I will destroy you with my bare hands!"
Without hesitation though, before it knew it, Dingodile power kicked down and off the bridge, sending it to who-knows-where zone. He held a fist up and angrily muttered, "Annoying bone-head, when will you learn."
Suddenly, Dingodile realize now, that he was all alone, in a weird world that he had no clue. He bit his lip and looked around the odd zone.
"Where in hell am I?" Dingodile yelled.
"You're on the Crossing Over Bridge, dear child." Dingodile heard.
"Wha?" He asked and turned to find an old man with red glowing eyes in a boat. "Who the hell are you?"
"Greetings, I am Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx," He greeted in a scary tone. "Now come, Hades is waiting for you…heh, heh, heh…"
"Hades, what the hell is this place, the Underworld," Dingodile asked.
"Heh, heh, heh… how about the Gates of Hell?" Charon answered. "Now come, if you refuse, it could get nasty between us two, obviously I will win…"
"What was that?" Dingodile growled. Sudden sparks sort of flared out of his hands a bit.