Prologue: A Business Opportunity.

Mcfist was getting impatient. Vlad was supposed to be here an hour ago. The sorcerer had insisted that the devious mayor of Amity Park had a proposal for the whole ninja situation. Hannibal failed to see how someone like him would know anything about destroying local town heroes, but he was curious all the same. But as the clock stuck 3:00 on their 11:00am appointment, Hannibal began to believe this "Masters Fellow" wasn't going to show.

"He'll be here." Mcfist jumped at the sound of the sorcerer's gritty voice. It still freaked him out that the guy could pick up on his thoughts.

Just then the office doors opened and a tall thin man with his gray hair tied back in a ponytail walked in. "I hope I'm not too late"

"Vlad Masters, I presume?" grumbled Mcfist. The sly man nodded and shook Mist's good hand. Vlad smiled and let his gaze travel the room landing on the frowny-faced, un-amused Sorcerer.

"Whoa. You really need to get out more." Vlad quipped. The sorcerer's frown deepened. "Isn't that why you're here, Halfling?" he growled. Mcfist looked confused.

"Halfling? What are you, a hobbit?"

"I'm half ghost"

"Oh, okay. Yeah, sure, and Gnomes exist." Mcfist chuckled, but was cut silent when Vlad shot him with a tiny ecto beam.

"Fine you're a ghost. HOW DOES THAT KILL A NINJA!?" Mcfist screamed.

"Well, I assume that mass stankings and killer robots haven't had any effect, am I right?" Vlad purred. "Darn right" muttered a voice from the shadows.

"Viceroy, get back to work!" Cried Mcfist.

"I happen to have access to a dimension filled with angry malevolent ghosts. There is a fairly controllable one I have in mind that I could collect for you. I assure you, when this particular ghost is really made, the rage can be quite damaging. Last time this ghost was really angry, they leveled a town. I imagine your ninja will neither be prepared for nor capable of fighting such a force." Finished Vlad with a smile. McFist thought about it for a moment, and then he grinned as well. The sorcerer coughed.

"I know you're not generous by nature, Vlad. What do you want from me?"

"Ah, payment, yes well, I would like you to get me an audience with Him, if it's possible. There's some mind meddling I'd like to do, and He can wreak havoc as He pleases." Vlad said. The sorcerer's lips twitched into a momentary smirk.

"He does like wreaking havoc. I'll see what I can do, one evil entity to another and all." He responded Vlad nodded in agreement. "Then we're all set. I collect the ghost. I believe ParanomiCon is not too far off. Why don't we let lose the chaos there. What better way to end a hero than in front of his many fans."

"Sounds great. I just got one question." Interjected Mcfist, who had no earthly idea what ParanomiCon was or who HE was. "Who's the ghost you're using?"

Vlad just smiled and chuckled evilly.

"Someone truly Electrifying…" cue evil maniacal laughter from the villains.