"I stared in to the eyes of those around me, and I was conflicted; for my heart and my head were so different, their agendas so darkened, and I could not understand myself."

The three Toons stood on the raised platform. Scores of Toons, sat in rows of seats, were cheering. There was an air of optimism in the crowd, but on the platform, it was different.

The prisoner was whimpering, fur in his face. He had been sliced and punched and kicked and burned for a long time, but the scarring inside was worse. He had watched his family and friends be slaughtered. It was torture.

But he was never going to pretend he wanted death. No, no he wasn't. Because he was terrified by the concept. He just wanted to live.

The poor cat screamed as the smaller yellow duck carved a pyramid in to his stomach. The crowd roared louder. He carved an eye on the inside of the pyramid.

"Please... please!" Begged the cat. The large yellow duck hit him in the face.

"Shut up, kid!" He yelled.

"Father, the needle." The smaller duck said. The large one handed him a needle, containing a brick-reddish kind of liquid.

Before Fowl Play could jab the cat, Goose chase stopped him.

"You know, this is our latest killer. It kills off the cells and releases and acid, eating the Toon from the inside."

Fowl Play smiled darkly. "Well then, it's time to test our new killer."

He jabbed the Toon, and the poor cat screamed.

It had been three months since the argument between Flippy and Fowl Play. The two remaining Toons had come to terms with his disappearance, but didn't ever use the plan they had argued about, reasoning that his last wish, if he was dead, would be that the Cogs did not die.

At the same time, Donald's Dock and Daisy's Gardens were being attacked, the Itoonimati now having everything they needed to keep up a war. They had elite soldiers, powerful air land and sea vehicles, supplies and everything else they needed. All they had needed was a base for these Toons and a better supply line. Now they were close to realizing their plan.

Princess Bubbles and Flippy had left their area when the Itoonimati attacked, as it was on the outskirts of Daisy Gardens, fleeing north to Minnie's Melodyland. They had no idea what had happened to the other rebels. They had decided to live in the playground.

The plan itself still remained a mystery to the rebels and the lower members all the Itoonimati.

Of course, in every playground, there were battles being fought, considering the fact that the Itoonimati had infiltrated every area, but most strikes were concentrated on the areas mentioned earlier.

Princess Bubbles peered out the window, seeing the playground in its new state. Before the attacks, it was colourful, but now it was gray and dim. An atmosphere of hopelessness was there in place of an atmosphere of happiness. The HQ was burned down after a battle a week ago. Several houses were damaged, including theirs. The windows were mostly smashed, one door had a huge crack running down it, and the walls were covered in cinders.

On the first floor was a small room with a red, smelly couch, a radio (which had been left with no power for a long time) and a chair in the same state as the couch. There was a kitchen with three cabinets which had bread, apples and chicken.

On the upstairs were two rooms with single beds. Under both beds they had placed a 'get away' kit: an assault rifle each, seven magazines of ammunition, a revolver with six bullets loaded, a combat knife, and a medical kit with bandages, painkillers, plasters and antibiotic ointment.

She called to Flippy. "It's clear for the moment. We've got time to plan."

They entered their 'living room' and Princess Bubbles sat. Flippy did a quick scan for surveillance equipment. Once satisfied, he nodded.

"Alright, so… we need to figure out their plan. It's pretty unclear, even though they are out in the public eye. There must be something in their plan that needs to be kept a secret from us, or it wouldn't be hidden so well. We need to find out what it is."

Flippy considered this. "How would we do it?"

"I don't know." She admitted. "I was wondering about capturing one of their men and torturing them, but I'm not so sure." She told him.

"No point. They can endure anything, those guys."

She sighed. "Well, what can we do?"

In the Itoonimati Headquarters, Goose Chase was talking with two of his most trusted advisors in his office. It was large, with a red carpet. The walls were grey and there were seven computers on desks around the room. At the back of it, there was a desk were Goose Chase was sat on his chair, facing a black cat and a yellow-and-blue rabbit. Directly behind him was an open escape elevator.

"Copper, your contribution to the Fowl Play project has been a great help. My son is already completely under the influence of the Itoonimati, but I fear it is not enough. I am worried he may have a shred of independence." Goose Chase said, addressing the black cat.

Copper replied "Sir, I believe I and Iron can work out a way to cleanse your son of these qualities. Research has shown that by forcing a Toon to go against their morals numerous times, they will be open to suggestion and will become controlled by people that offer a way out of their hatred for themselves. If we force him to do particularly cruel things, we could drain him of all independence."

Goose Chase smiled his dark smile. "You had better work something out, or I will kill you."

Fowl Play was sat in his office. It had been made for him. It had five computers, an escape elevator, and several desks. He preferred this area to anywhere else; ever since his eyes had opened up to The Truth he had felt an emptiness that was almost exactly the same as when he was fitted with the suit that saved his life. He was assured that a feeling like this was to be expected and would soon be vanquished, replaced by a constant feeling of… perfection.

This feeling he had been promised crept in when he witnessed or caused death. The beauty of death was so odd, so mysterious. When people died, they became perfect, separated from the weak shell that could not contain the soul for long. The shell could not allow people to understand what had to be done.

This office was his shell. It helped him.

But the Itoonimati understood, and their shells were almost perfect. The widespread awakening of billions was coming, and when that happened, the world would understand what had to happen.

And the day the world woke up to The Truth would be the day everybody died.

Hi guys! This is the third and final story in The Toontown Conspiracy Trilogy. I think it's important to note that my own emotions come in to play here. The dramatic change of character for Fowl Play seems so natural to me. I enjoy writing in his point of view, and I hope to do that more often.

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