Prunelle gets taken into a meeting of the Warlock Regime... and now he's in trouble... will he get out of the meeting alive? Or will he be brainwashed, and become a Warlock Regime soldier... forever?

"Good morning, everyone." Black Hat started, holding a cane in one of his clawed hands. "Welcome to our meeting." He looked at the beings that are a part of the Warlock Regime...

"Now, to start... we have a few new recruits today." He opened up a door, and a man with clown red hair gets thrown out into the room.

"Who is this?" A brown haired man with horn-like hair asked. "He looks like he belongs to some weird 80s cartoon."

"Oh, that's not important, Tord." Black Hat smirked. "He's here because we're about to brainwash him." He snapped his fingers. "Sabrina! Would you do the honors?"

A blonde witch nodded, and casted a spell on the redhead.

"No!" The redhead said, as he got brainwashed...

After a few more people got taken in and brainwashed, Tord threw Prunelle into the room.

"Rogntudjuu!" Prunelle screamed. "What are you doing to me?!"

"Oh..." Black Hat started. "You'll see..." He looked at Prunelle, and flashed a cold smirk. "Beat him up!"

The Warlock Regime members started crowding around Prunelle, and started kicking him and punching him.

Prunelle let out meows of pain.

One member even broke his glasses.

"No! My glasses!" Prunelle yelled, squirming a bit.

But they kept kicking.

They kept punching.

They kept at it for a while, until Prunelle was almost unconsicious.

"Now, Sabrina..." Black Hat turned around to the blonde witch. "Brainwash him."

Sabrina nodded, and fired a spell at Prunelle.

"Rogntud-" Prunelle yelled out, before he was cut off by his mentality changing...

Gaston sat at a table that reminded him a lot of the round table that the knights sat at in the Arthurian myths...

"Maybe it was intentional..." He thought.

Around the table, there were many faces that Gaston swore looked familiar, but he couldn't place a finger on it.

Among the ones that looked familar, there was a redhead with dark eyebrows and freckles, a brown haired man drinking a coca cola, a hawk-nosed man wearing a 1950s military jacket over his armor, and a man with a curl coming out of his dark brown hair, with a chiseled jaw, who seemed to be rhythmically tapping his fingers to a tune from the 80s.

Gaston knew this was gonna be a long meeting.

"So, you're telling me that you found Prunelle?" The brown haired man with the chiseled jaw asked Tom. "And he got kidnapped by the Warlock Regime?" He laughed. "I remember when I used to date him back in the 90s."

Trevor rolled his eyes as he brought up the fact that he used to date Prunelle.

"We'll focus on that later, Peter." Tom said. "Right now we have to focus on saving him."

Suddenly, the alarm turned on.

Tom panicked as the alarm howled.

Fanboy smiled. "Oh, cool. An emergency!"

Tom grabbed Gaston. "This will be your first mission, Lagaffe... we don't know what's out there, but we'll make sure you fight whatever it is!"

"Wait." Gaston said, putting his arm out. "I don't get a weapon?"

Tom pulled out a giant claymore. "You can have my sword."

Gaston's eyes shined as he held the sword in his hands. "You really mean it?" Gaston asked.

Tom nodded. "Yes. Now kick it's ass."

Gaston rushed out of the base, trying to find the villain...

And he found them.

A medium height, chubby... man? (or were they a woman?) was standing there in a suit of armor, just outside the base.

Gaston looked at the armor... it was red and black.

"A Drakonian?" He held his sword out near the armored fellow.

"Not a Drakonian..." The armored creature said in an odd voice... "A warlock."

"The fuck is this, Scooby Doo?" Gaston said, brandishing his sword. "You sound like you're from Scooby Doo!"

The man stared at Gaston, frowning... or was it even a man? Whoever it was, they definitely sounded male.

"Enough of this! I don't go around in a van with a weed smoking hippy! En garde!"

Gaston held his sword out. "En garde!"

END CHAPTER FOUR