Rayman: How Things Should Have Been Chapter 1: Mister Dark's Awesome Plan, a rayman fanfic

Author's Note:

This is a story, inspired by Things How They Should Be: By Legolas, a fanfic of Lord of the Rings, by mbus55. It is also inspired by my current signature on MSN, based on a certain phrase from a Teensie. "And they've locked Xeiqu in one of their strongholds!" X3 Well, readers, I'd appreciate it greatly if you'd give me a review upon reading the latest chapters. I do take requests, if they fit the overall plot!

Chapter 1: Mister Dark's Awesome Plan

Mister Dark was a very nice man, living a very nice life, in a very nice place. He lived in a castle made out of candy, a Candy Chateau. He had everything he could want.

One day, Mister Dark woke up. He had a wonderful breakfast. It was some tasty, warm pancakes. On it was some hot maple syrup, freshly imported from the Clear Leaf Forest. With the pancakes, Mister Dark had a delicious glass of orange juice. He was just about to have some eggs, when there was a knock on the door. "Who could that be?" he thought.

Mister Dark opened the door. Why, who should it be but the Wizard? "Hello, Mr. Wizard!" greeted Dark cheerfully. "Why have you travelled all this way? Did you come to visit?" "Dark," the Wizard said, "I've come to offer you a business deal."

"What sort of deal? Do you need some of my most excellent Knaaren Cookies or something?"

"No. Not that sort of deal. Listen, Dark, you're my pal, right?"

"Yeah."

"And we both don't want this castle melting, right?"

"Most definately."

"Good. Well, I'll be honest. I'm a drug dealer, Dark."

"A what? Wha-why?"

"No, I've retired. But, uh, er, yeah. This guy is after me. I happened to have sold him a lot of drugs, er, a long time ago. Well, I, uh, accidentally gave him a bit too little."

"How much did you give him?"

"100 of every kind. He asked for 110."

"My, he is addicted."

"Yeah. Whatever. Um, you are strong, right?"

"True, true."

"Dark, I need you to take care of this guy."

"Isn't that mean? I'm a peaceful, all-loving sorcerer, after all."

"Well, in return, I'll let you have the Grand Protoon. It will make everybody want to visit. Then, they won't be afraid of you, due to your last name. You'll have more visitors, Dark. Think of it!" The Wizard now had Mister Dark under his spell. "So, Dark, what do you say?"

"I guess I'll do it. Will there be any conflict?"

"Well, there is some gangster that guards it."

"Alrighty, then. Just give me the name of who you wish me to take care of."

The Wizard looked left and right. "His name is Rayman."

"What a terrible name."

"Tell me about it. And the gangster is Betilla. Be careful! She likes motorcycles."

"Alright. In that case, I have a condition. I get to take the Grand Protoon first."

"Sure. Thanks, Dark."

"You are welcome." Mister Dark bade farewell to the Wizard, and finished his breakfast.

Meanwhile, the Wizard chuckled. It was time for him to watch the events unfold. Soon he would be Emperor, and the Republic would fall. First, though, he had to make sure Mister Dark got the Grand Protoon. Afterwards, it would be time to meet an old client of his...