He awoke in a Darkroom, blood dripping from both nostrils. His hair was wet from perspiration and oil, and it oozed the gunk like a dripping faucet. His glasses were broken and sat at an odd angle on his large nose. One might've mistaken him for an Indian or Mexican, but the blood flowing from his nose was like a vat Humans of all races and nationality had spat into. But it was now soured upon the feces covered floor. He was bent over, sitting on a chair with his hands tied behind his back.

He looks up as an Albino man, no older than 18, and a Green beaver with fucked up teeth enter the room. Following them was a Giant floating Bacteria with an old Navy uniform. The Protozoan and Albino stood on either side of the door. The Albino had a hunting rifle, and the Bacterium carried a Bowie Knife. The Beaver walked forward, pulling from behind his back a metal bat. He stopped a few feet from the man, just close enough to hit the man with the baseball bat.

"Now, Mr. McKinley, is it? May I call you Ian?" He spoke with a German Accent, which held sway over much of the sounds he made. "We know you have done something with a man by the name of WKD."

"I'm not Ian. I didn't do anything with Will!"

The Albino fires a bullet overhead. "Oh really little Mexican Boy? Well We have ways of finding out what you really did with WKD." His Russian accent was as deeprooted as the Beaver's German.

The Man swallows a gulp of air. Fritz strikes him in the face with the bat. his glasses go flying across the room.

"Where is he you peice of Shit!" He beats the bat over the man's back. He yells in agony. "DEADLIVING DOES NOT UPDATE LIKE THIS! HE IS A LAZY SHIT HOLE WHO LOVES TO MAKE THE REVIEWERS SUFFER!"

"Good Jesus, You don't get it!" he shouted through the pounding of the bat on his back. Blood spurted from his nose. His black hair flicked forward when the bat hit, sending gunk forward.

"Fritz, let me have a go." the Bacteria says with a Swahili accent.

"I gladly oblige, Ricky." He says smiling. The Bacteria floats forward, and gives the man a rat's smile ear to ear. Blood spurts form the open wound, and he yowls in pain.

"YOU IDIOTS! I AM DEADLIVING, WKD!" Their eyes open wide. Ricky cuts WKD looses, who rub his bleeding temples. WKD sits down at a computer no one had seen in that spot moments before. He grunts and Grumbles angrily as he types up the next chapter.

"You three are lucky I don't rid the world of you. I torture reviewers because I like it, not because I'm lazy. Fucking beaver..."

The three crowd around when he finishes to examine the work. It read:

Nutty looked up at the somber, grim visage of the Honorable Judge Splendor. The Blue squirrel shot a scorning look upon the Squirrel. "Under the circumstances, son, You should be on your way to a detention center printing license plates in New Jersey at the moment. You should thank your attorney for giving such a good plea bargain."

Nutty looks over at Disco Bear who gives him a smile.

"Now, you go forth with counselor Gigglies and complete your scheduled community service." The Blue squirrel says, waving the gavel about, until finally smashing it onto the table. Nutty wearily turns to see the pink chipmunk, Gigglies was the name, he believed. Nutty jumps when Splendor bellows "Court dismissed."

Gigglies and Nutty meet outside the courthouse. She smiles at the dazed and wobbly squirrel. "So, Nathaniel, I am Gigglies, as said in the courthouse by the honorable Judge Splendor." she hands the squirrel a sheet of looseleaf paper, with notes scribbled all over the page. He squinted at the paper, for the purple he took this morning was taking into affect, and making him sleepy.

"Sleepy? Sleep sounds nice right now..." Nutty asks wozily, proceeding to drop to the steps. Cracking his head open on the steps, sending his bouncy, psyched-out brain bounding into the street. Gigglies screams, pleading to noone in particular for an ambulance.

"Prologue part 2 over, Prologue complete." WKD says, smiling.

"I found it wonderful. A Tranny dies and so does a Drug addict!" The Albino, Sid, cheeps.

"STFU you loves seeing everybody die." WKD snaps.

"Why is Mime a Tranny?" Ricky asks.

I'm not in this story, am I?" Fritz whines.

Deadliving pulls out an eraser. The three gasp in shock, and begin to back away.

"You have to the count of 5 to flee from the eraser, and If you ever screw with me or my author notes again, I will erase you." The three drop their respective weapon and turn tail and run.

"1, 2...5." WKD shrugs"I guess this is what you get from the lowest education standard of industrialized nations..."

"Review or you will be erased as well."