Okay then, here we go with chapter number two! :D I'm afraid I made Tobey rather OOC here, please forgive me for that, I tried really hard to keep him in character!_ I hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own WordGirl, yeah yeah yeah…

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I swallowed hard, heart racing underneath my overcoat and my palms sweating.

"N-no," I said nervously, tugging my hat even farther over my eyes and ducking my face down as Tobey cocked his head slightly in thought. "I never called Wilma Huggy, you must be mistaken."

The boy genius raised an eyebrow.

"Funny," he replied quietly, glancing briefly over at Huggyface (who now was the proud owner of a triangular mustard stain spanning his entire dress front) and then returning his distrustful gaze to me. "I could have sworn that you called her-"

"Nope!" I interrupted, smothering my panic as best I could –Tobey might not have been the most ferocious villain, but he certainly wasn't the dumbest. "Huggy is the nickname of WordGirl's sidekick, isn't he? And since my name isn't WordGirl, it's hardly fair to accuse me of naming my henchman Huggy." I fiddled with my coat buttons as I spoke, only letting my eyes flick upwards to see Tobey's expression when I was sure he wasn't staring warily at me.

And he certainly wasn't at the moment; in fact, his eyes had gone quite dreamy, and had I not known of his obsession with me I would have been rather unnerved.

"Ah yes, WordGirl," he said, his accented voice almost inaudible. "I know her…"

I backed up a little, stepping out of the doorway and fully into the room. "She's the city's superhero, right?" I said in my falsely deep voice. Tobey nodded absentmindedly.

"Yes. She's quite the hero." His voice was wistful. "Quite the hero…"

I glanced over my shoulder to glare at Captain Huggyface, who had by this point devoured everything on the table and was pointedly ignoring the annoyed looks and remarks of the other villains.

"Hey Wilma," I called weakly, waving a hand at him. "Don't we have to go find a seat for the meeting? Don't we?" The last words were spit from between clenched teeth, and at the sound of my urgent voice Huggy turned sleepily in my direction.

"Well, uh, it was nice to meet you, um, but we really must go find a seat," I said to Tobey, and he snapped out of his daze with a confused blink.

"Huh? Oh yes, it was indeed a pleasure…"

"…Miss Malicious," I filled in hurriedly, as I beckoned frantically for Huggy to come (he certainly took his time, slipping slowly off the table and waddling over to my side with the air of an accomplished professional), "I'm new in town."

"Theodore Tobey McCallister The Third, The World's Most Formidable Boy Genius and Robot Builder Extraordinaire," he said arrogantly with a condescending –and completely false– smile. I tried not to burst out laughing at his smug face, instead turning my gaze on Huggy and glaring at him from under the hat.

"See ya. Come on, Wilma." I said, snatching Huggyface by the ketchup-smothered hand and jerking him roughly away from Tobey and back into the hallway. "Let's go get our seats."

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The actual meeting hall was only just beginning to fill with villains when Huggy and I entered through the slim doorway, so we lingered in the entryway for a few more seconds to observe our surroundings before finding our seats.

Finally, we get to spy a little! I thought, excited in spite of myself. Enough of these awkward conversations!

I glanced around the space, taking in every corner, every exit (a total of two: the entrance we were standing in and the window on the far side of the room), every means of protection and distraction should our cover be blown in this crammed and claustrophobia-inducing hall. There wasn't much to see, unfortunately. A rickety podium sat atop an equally unstable-looking stage, in front of a moth-eaten curtain that could come in handy should we need to fling it at someone or catch something in it. The rest of the room was crammed with foldable chairs of questionable safety, and the observance of such a low ceiling only help mount my nervousness; there was hardly any room to dodge attacks of any kind, and we would be at quite a disadvantage –especially facing a huge amount of villains with numerous fighting styles and attacks.

"I dunno, Huggy," I muttered fearfully as we settled down in unsteady seats near a small air conditioner by the door, "do you see this room? What are we going to do?"

Huggy squeaked worriedly, and reached out to pat my shoulder in an act of reassurance that I appreciated, but otherwise offered no comfort. I smiled tightly though, and spoke as quietly as I could as I attempted to look at the bright side.

"At least over here we're near the doo-"

"Hey, Miss Malikisoos!"

I groaned and once again jerked my hat over my eyes –Huggy stuck both his hands in his mouth to hide the remnants of ketchup.

"I was wonderin' where you went!" The Butcher said kindly as he stopped beside my chair, unaware that he was speaking so loudly the other villains, now filtering into the room in far greater numbers, shot him distasteful looks. "I didn't see you at the refreshkerment table…"

Go away! I screamed mentally, and glanced up at The Butcher from under my hat. "Um, well, we went to go get some food, but it was all gone so we came here." My voice was taut with uneasiness and annoyance –I could hear it in every syllable – but the villain didn't seem to notice it.

"I guess all the other villains were sarvering," he said with a laugh, and this time I just couldn't help myself.

"Do you mean 'starving', Mr. Butcher?" I asked stiffly, realizing too late that I hadn't given him a chance to ever 'introduce' himself. My heart began to pound at that, and when the large villain (even bigger now that I was sitting down) focused on me in confusion it only thumped louder from under my coat.

"Huh?" he said, and I bit my lip.

"Starving," I said nervously, aware of Huggy's frantic attempts to get me to stop talking but unable to back out now that The Butcher was staring at me intensely. "To suffer from an extreme lack of food." I shrank a little in my seat –normally I would never shy away from an enemy, but here I had no choice. I couldn't just leap up and cry, "Hold it right there," could I?

The villain didn't say anything for a second, just stood there looking at me perplexedly and letting the silence –and my anxiety– mount until both were almost high enough to make me want to scream in frustration.

And then suddenly he burst out laughing, and I leaned back in my chair with the hat tipped so far over my face I could feel the musty air, agitated by the cheap air conditioner, tickling the back of my neck. I took a deep, shaky breath and closed my eyes for a brief moment as The Butcher laughed loudly.

"That's a good one, Miss Malisoks!" he said between chuckles. "You almost had me there. For a moment I though you were some sort of WordGirl!" He shook his head with another burst of laughter. I tried to laugh along, as this was obviously supposed to be some sort of joke, but all that came out was a nervous titter.

"Ha!" I said weakly. "Me, WordGirl, that's… quite funny… Ha!"

Huggy looked incredibly disturbed.

"In fact, I –Why, would you look at that!" The Butcher stopped speaking abruptly, switching his gaze from me to the stage as a sudden commotion broke out at the front of the room.

"What is it?" I said, pretending not to know why Lady Redundant Woman was tapping loudly on a handheld microphone to get the villains' attention as the room filled up at last. Luckily my corner was still unoccupied…

"Well the meeting is about to start, of course!" The Butcher replied with a raised eyebrow. "Lady Redundant Woman usually starts it off with a greetering, then we go from there."

"I see…Exactly how long do they last..?" I asked hesitantly, biting my lip.

"Oh, about three, four hours, depending on who's conducteering the meeting."

I sank a little in my seat. "Lovely."

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