"Hmf," he grumbled as he reached for his alert system, which was just dumped onto the floor earlier. He checked the alert. "Another sick piñata…" he said plainly, "a great way to start the day at fucking five in the morning!" he yelled with annoyance and immense sarcasm. He floated up off the sofa and rubbed his eyes to try and see a bit clearer, than started to feel around his face…
His eyes snapped open as he dropped his alert system onto the couch. "I went to sleep with my mask on," he said quickly, as realization hit him like a tone of shovelheads. His eyes darted around the room, his body followed his eye movements in his search for his stolen mask. He quickly entered his small bedroom, which only contained a bed with a hard pillow and a single sheet which had been carelessly tossed onto it. The sours slept on it more that he did. "I swear," Dastardos growled, "if this is one of Pesters sick excuses for entertainment… I'll fucking murder him!"
After a few more minutes of Dastardos floating around franticly looking for his mask he finally found it. It was lying lightly in the jaws of a sour cocoadile, one he had just recently soured too. He carefully took his mask out of the beast's jaws and dried it off with his bed sheet before putting it back over his face. He slid onto the floor feeling worn out, out of breath and weak. "Goddamn it…" he huffed, "I didn't have a life sweet yesterday…" he coughed and dragged himself to his feet and floated hazily over to a hole in the side of the tree. He reached his hand in and pulled out a sweet with a buzzlegum pattern wrapped around the candy. He plonked himself on the ground again and clutched to the sugar-filled sweet as he drained it of its life essence.
No one else, except Pester, knew of the fact that Dastardos cannot survive without life candy.
About fifteen years ago, when Stardos was only ten, Jardiniero had left with Stardos' mother in search of a dragonache egg and had left his in charge of the garden and his younger siblings.
We all know that story… but not the entire thing.
After Stardos had eaten the sour candy he instantly felt it taking effect. His eyes widened as he spun around to face Lester, having to lean against the cold metal table with the bowl of 'new sweets' placed in the middle of the room. A single, oval light shone directly above the table. This room looked more like a surgery or operation room than anything else. Lester stood in the shadows but Stardos could see the evil glint in his eyes and the devious smirk on his mask. "I lied," he said with a cold chuckle, after stating the obvious, "I didn't need an assistant to help me with my new project." Stardos' knees gave out and he fell onto his hands and knees, his body shaking violently, it felt like he was being stabbed my a thousand needles all over his body, his vision started to blur and he tried to look up at Lester helplessly, his eyes begging for mercy as he started to feel the candy burning his insides, his breath hitched and he was barely able to breathe.
"I needed a test subject…"