Ying grasped the chains which, even after Chaos unlocking them, were bound to his hands. He summoned up all his strength… and ripped them in half.

"Wow," Anonymous breathed. "That's boss."

Ying grinned at him. "You have ten seconds."

Ying thrust his arms toward Chaos and Anonymous and they disappeared.

Back inside the fortress, the Leafs there were on high alert. Civilians, guards, and Stealth Leaves made it through the corridors rampantly. They were all headed in opposite directions.

The civilians, scared for their lives, were flying through the corridors, almost trampling their brethren. They were refugees for numerous reasons; mostly attacks on their hometown by evil clans, such as Team Smart, Team Trap, and Team Unknown.

All of these clans had one thing in common: They were nowhere near as powerful as the Anti Clan. However, all these Toons sought only to create ruckus in Toontown. Each Anti Clan member had a distinct reason for being in the Clan of Sorrow, also known as the Anti Clan.

The guards sought to protect the most important people here, mainly professors or scientists. Rainbow had already fled; she knew she had lost the battle. Leafs always seemed to know when to give up.

The Stealth Leaves were trying to locate Ying and tranquilize him. They were everywhere in Toontown society; the highest rank that a warrior could get in the L.E.A.F. clan.

Little did they know, they were already too late.

Chaos and Anonymous appeared out by a tree, about a mile away from the fortress.

Chaos stood up and said, "I'd say this mission was a success, wouldn't you?" she asked Anonymous, who had stood up next to her.

Anonymous nodded. He looked toward the base and suddenly remembered, You have ten seconds.

Anonymous tackled Chaos and said, "Get down!"

Then the entire fortress, refugees, guards, professors, scientists, and all, exploded. The blast turned the surrounding area to glass and rubble. The tree near Anonymous and Chaos was uprooted, and they were a mile away.

Anonymous's ears were ringing throughout the whole thing. He stood up and looked at the wreckage.

There was none. The entire fortress was vaporized.

Being more or less a veteran Anti, he was still awed by Ying's power. Ying was leader of the Anti Clan for a reason. Mainly because his presence kept the other clans, especially the L.E.A.F. clan, in check.

Chaos rolled over. She said something, but Anonymous couldn't hear her. He was temporarily deaf.

Ying soared overhead. He didn't bother to see if Anonymous and Chaos were okay, mainly because he knew he had teleported them a safe distance away.

Anonymous and Chaos waited for a bit for their hearing to come back. Eventually it did, and Anonymous asked, "Hey, what was it you said?"

"I said, you punched me in the stomach when you plowed into me," she grumbled. "Thanks, though."

Anonymous nodded. It wasn't like he had saved her life, or anything, but if they had been standing when the blast went off, they would've been thrown skyward by the rush of air.

"Wanna head back?" Anonymous asked Chaos.

"Nah," Chaos said. "Zack will freak out when he hears about the L.E.A.F. clan massacre, and we'll never hear the end of it." She thought for a moment. "Wanna go… get an ice cream cone, or something?"

Anonymous nodded. "After you."

Chaos and Anonymous, after having witnessed the death of thousands of innocent civilians and the biggest explosion in a decade, decided the best thing to do next was to casually walk away to go get some two-scoop chocolate ice cream cones.

That's what it takes to become an Anti.

Zack was busy experimenting in his room with different forms. Of what, you ask? Oh, nothing. Just forms.

He was stuck this time on what type of celebrity he should impersonate next. Maybe he'd see what he would look like as Ying.

Zack, who was ordinarily an orange dog, began to sprout brown feathers. His furry snout began to curve and harden into a yellow beak. His eyes changed color, from green to brown, and his bright orange fur changed into yellow feathers. His skinny tail fanned out into several tail feathers, and his paws changed into claws and talons.

In a short thirty seconds, Zack the orange dog, a mid-ranked Anti, had changed into Ying the Eagle, leader of the Anti clan. Or, at least, a perfect replica.

Zack had a power: He could change form to be anyone—or anything—with merely memorizing their image. It was a strange power that often allowed him to trick other Antis in various ways. Once he had transformed into a microwave. Chaos kept trying to put in frozen corn for dinner, but it had kept reappearing outside of the microwave every time she turned her back.

Another time, Zack had impersonated Anonymous while the real thing was on leave. He did a lot of things that day that he'd prefer never to think about again. Anonymous never found out, and Zack hoped to keep it that way.

But his most important responsibility was to impersonate world leaders, or infiltrate important buildings, or do something productive. He didn't mind doing these things, but he was a bit tired of wearing the same L.E.A.F. uniform over and over again.

Zack morphed back into his original form. He checked the Anti Clan blog.

Hmm… it appeared that Anonymous and Chaos had completed their mission, and that Ying was successfully out of jail. Whoa! Wait a minute! The entire base was obliterated? Sweet!

Zack had to find Anonymous and Chaos to get all the details. He transformed into a tiny bird and flew out the window.

Chaos, at the local Toontown Central ice cream parlor had ordered a peanut butter ice cream waffle cone. Anonymous simply ordered vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.

Chaos, despite her name, was not a messy eater. Zack on the other hand… oog. Chaos and Anonymous both said nothing. They already had a special bond that comes with years and years of working together, and they also didn't want to attract attention.

But Anonymous couldn't help himself. "Right about now, when I'm finally getting to enjoy my ice cream, when the lighting is just right, and my ears have finally stopped hurting, Zack is going to pop in through the vent as a little bird thing and start blathering to us about the explosion."

Chaos looked up from her ice cream. "Don't jinx it! And I'm sure Zack has better things to do than hype about explosions."

Zack walked in the store. "Sadly, no."

"Told you so," Anonymous muttered. Chaos giggled.

"Don't worry," Zack said. "I already bored you to death just yesterday. But what I really want to know is, why? Why did Ying sacrifice so many innocent lives?"

Chaos shrugged, and took another lick of her ice cream. "Beats me. He said something about it being judgment day or whatever that is."

Zack froze. "Oh. Okay, well, thanks. I'll… just be going, then." Zack walked out of the parlor, stunning Chaos.

"Hmm…" Chaos thought. "Zack's sessions aren't usually that painless… you think something's up?"

"With Zack, it's either one obsession or another," Anonymous said. "I'm sure that he'll be just fine. I mean, sooner or later."

Chaos laughed. "Yeah, I guess it's always something new with Zack."

Anonymous smiled. "Eat your ice cream before it melts," he said. He crunched down on his ice cream's cone.

Chaos sighed and looked out the window. Ying didn't look himself back at the prison, she thought. Wonder why?

Zack flew back to the base in the form of a humming bird.

Chandler was in the courtyard, trying to put together a symphony of flowers playing tiny violins nearby.

Chandler, as you know, could manipulate his surroundings to a great extent. He usually modified the surroundings to whatever tickled his fancy. At the moment, he was trying to create what he called Mozart's Bouquet.

Zack flipped in midair and transformed into his true form. "Chandler, dude. I have news."

Chandler squinted, trying to get the best angle of the overture. "Not now, Zack."

"No, seriously," Zack said. "Chaos said that Ying said that it was Judgment Day."

Chandler slowly turned around. "Beg your pardon?"

Zack inhaled deeply. "Judgment Day. Ying es Señor Loco."

Chandler exhaled. "I'll have to hear that from him. Thanks for the head's up though."

Zack nodded. "Pleasure to be of service. I hope Ying didn't mean it though. He's always a little bonkers after getting out of jail…"

Chandler sighed. "But from that stunt he pulled, it'll be the death penalty next time."

"Oh, you heard about that?" Zack asked.

"Of course! And the rest of the world did, too. It seems like everyone's on Anti fever… which reminds me, I have to go check the recruitment mail." Chandler walked off to his office.

Every time there was hype about the Anti clan, someone ended up joining. The Glitchmagician was one of them, when he saw Ying doing one of his major stunts. A few others, also.

Zack decided to go back to his room and check online for news. It was so fun to watch noobs say the Anti clan was made up of noobs.

After they were finished with their ice cream, Anonymous and Chaos parted.

Anonymous went to do some errands around Toontown Central and also see who has and who hasn't heard about the mass murder. The L.E.A.F. clan would be on high alert for any Antis in the region, especially him, so he went incognito for this mission. That meant that as long as he didn't hack, L.E.A.F. tracker signals couldn't pick up on him.

Chaos Control went to do what she did best: Control the Chaos. She went to the local library and posted blogs are forum threads stating that either the Leafs were overreacting, or that they were just insane overall. She used a L.E.A.F. clan name, so that most people would believe her. At least, more than if they knew she was an Anti.

They both had similar jobs, which is why they did so many missions together. They also had similar powers: Anonymous's was that people trusted him about ten times more than other people right off the bat, and Chaos could turn invisible at will. These both, simplified, meant blending in.

They also sometimes had to do jobs that required working together. Breaking Ying out of jail, for instance. Or assassinating a L.E.A.F. official. Anonymous got close, distracting others, while Chaos snuck in for the actually dirty work. She didn't mind getting blood on her pristine green fur, and Anonymous just didn't like getting his hands dirty.

Also, not being the direct cause of a murder helped him re-infiltrate an organization many times before he was found out. This is how he was able to get close enough to try and end Rainbow, who usually didn't see anyone from the Anti clan, at all, ever. He actually had several deep conversations with her. You know, before her most trusted assistant was found dead in a corridor.

So, in this way, the team of Anonymous and Chaos managed to keep the entire world in a deadlock. Their team of two had created chains around Toontown that would scar the community forever.

The Glitchmagician sat in his lab. Half-filled (or half-emptied, depending on your outlook on life) test tubes lined the tables. A large touch-screen display board showed formulas and tables and graphs of all shapes and sizes. His lab was his entire mind in physical form: A brilliant, innovative, scientific mess.

You see, Glitch had been forced to live on the streets for quite some time. His mind was a cornerstone of science, one of the greatest minds of all time. He was constantly solving problems. He had even managed to gain control of his consciousness while sleeping; thus, he could solve intricate problems in his sleep.

The only problem was, he was half mad.

Or, that's the way he was when he joined the Anti clan. When he saw Ying bypassing the laws of physics, biology, and logic combined, he couldn't resist sending in a résumé. His ability was rather odd, though; he killed everyone he came in contact with.

At least, he gave them a virus that no one could cure. His body was in a state of balance with the virus, and he was its sole carrier, since all the others had died of the disease, including his own parents.

So he had lived on the streets ever since people gave up trying to create a vaccine. He developed one on his own, however, as soon as the Anti clan gave him the resources. He had been loyal to them ever since.

But the Glitch today was transfixed on a problem… a problem that even he was having trouble to solve. You see he had already heard about the Ying catastrophe, and he had been staring at formulas he had recently created for this very purpose.

And he was wondering… was Ying dying?