Just a reminder, imagine everything is 3D and everyone is mostly human.
A masked man wearing a green cap and black overalls visiously battled a masked teen wearing a purple and yellow set of jester's clothes.
The man was Mr. L, and his opponent was Dimentio, charming magician.
The day was sunny.
What were their weapons, you may ask?
They each wielded a stick they'd broken off from the old birch tree.
They had declared a clean, no-magic, no-super-jumps, battle.
Not too far away, a woman with pink hair and blue tinted skin hung out near the stream with a teenage girl with vivid green hair and a pretty yellow, polka dotted dress.
The teen was fishing through the creek for pretty rocks while the woman read a book.
The woman was Nastasia, Count Bleck (or Blumiere)'s secretary, and the girl was none other than Mimi, diva shape shifter.
In the shade of a HUGE oak tree snoozed a HUGE man-O'Chunks.
The count was not there himself because he was reading the Dark Prognosticus, leaving his minions to enjoy their day in meadow.
"Gah! Okay, fine, you win!" Dimentio wiped his brow, or at least tried to.
Even though he'd won the match, Mr. L frowned.
Dimentio wasn't as peppy today as he usually was.
L shrugged it off, thinking Dimentio just hadn't slept well the night before.
"EVERYONE! LUNCH!" Nastasia yelled.
The villians gathered in the shade of the old birch tree.
They spread out a blanket and began to eat their lunches, packed by none other than Nastasia.
Later, L and Dimentio went down to the creek to hang out with everyone else.
Mimi still collected her rocks, Nastasia still read her book, and O'Chunks went back to sleep.
"Hey Dim! Race ya to the top of that hill! No teleporting, though!" L pointed to the hill they'd eaten lunch at, beneath the old birch tree.
L ran at top speed towards the hill, not noticing that at some point, Dimentio had stopped following him.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" L taunted.
However, he could see something was terribly wrong.
Dimentio hunched over, his mask missing.
It reavealed his true face, which looked way too pale.
He seemed out of breath, but L could tell it wasn't just that.
"Dim?" L came down a bit to see what was wrong.
The magician seemed shaky, like he could topple over at any second.
And that's exactly what happened.
Dimentio collapsed.
He lost consciousness before he fit the ground.
L ran down.