It's been fifteen years since Vicky seized the entire planet. Within these fifteen years, she controlled every nation all by herself.

And she's getting tired of all the work she had to do.

It was still fun to maim and hurt her prisoners, and she still loved spreading propaganda. But it's getting harder to maintain control.

Don't be mistaken: loads of the minuscule dirty work is done by her soldiers. But it's the ruling part, particularly keeping rulership, that is getting more difficult.

She's receiving reports about possible resistors that plan to overthrow her, making her paranoid. Slaves were getting more aggressive, to the point that one had attacked a soldier a few months back. There were even rumors of squid-like extraterrestrials planning to conquer Earth for themselves.

Vicky couldn't counteract to these points: it would mean she had to focus on all these things, forcing her to abandon her usual routine, which was also important to maintain.

She needed someone to plan out strategies and countermeasures against possible threats.

She needed someone who could invent weapons that were possibly needed.

She needed a second brain that could think of new schemes and advice alongside her.

This was when Vicky decided to hire executives that could form a squad of co-rulers. Generals.

Getting a set of Generals wouldn't be the easiest thing to accomplish. You could pick 'em from your own hand, but if you don't actually know what your minions or slaves are capable of, that would pretty much be a gamble.

Of course, what Vicky decided for was also some sort of gamble, but not in the same sense as randomly picking one of the list. No, what she did decide upon, was announce to the public all over the world that she is looking for co-rulers, and letting those interested come to her.

The regular public rank somewhat inbetween her slaves and her minions and soldiers. They have been forced to defect to her side, so they could live a 'normal' life (term used loosely). And of course, they're still restricted to certain things, and when they cross the line, into the dungeons they go. Unlike the rebellious prisoners, however, they don't get to be executed unless they actually do go against her.

Vicky decided to imprison potential Generals in these dungeons as well when they don't meet a single of her requirements.

Unfortunately, this proved to be predicamental after two weeks and over 5000 job interviews. Or maybe 6000. She kinda lost count. Anyway, her local dungeons got completely occupied due to the many failed candidates, to the point that the surplus and other future failures had to be moved to different states. If the amount keeps increasing, they probably had to be moved to different countries, and eventually Antarctica, and eventually she has to make new dungeons, as there would be no others left.

Money isn't the problem; her slaves should be working for these for free.

The real problem is that this is yet another thing she had to take care of, atop of all the predicaments that caused her to look for Generals in the first place.

"Your highness, another candidate has arrived", a soldier spoke through Vicky's intercom.

With disdain, Vicky activated hers and sighed: "Let them in...". She plopped back in her seat and grumbled: "Let's get this over with."

The man that entered her office looked quite eccentric: he was in his late-60s, had a hunched back, had a gray skin, and most enigmatically, had ears on his neck. The clothing he wore have an impression of an elementary school teacher.

"State your name", Vicky commanded.

"The name is Denzel Crocker", the man said.

"And how do you think you can help as a General, Mr Crocker", Vicky asked.

"I can build machines and give you advice", Crocker said. "In the days before your dictatorship, I used to create devices to capture FAIRY GODPARENTS", (Crocker contorted in various ways when he spoke those last words) "...and while I still look for them, they appear to be less common nowadays, so I now use my inventions to torture those who ever speak bad of my mother."

"Hmm, interesting", Vicky said. "Can you prove your talent with machinery?"

"You recall a certain Dinkleberg being completely frozen?"

"I think I saw a report of that yesterday..."

"That was my doing", Crocker said proudly. "Thanks to this ice hose!" The machine he showed off looked like a refrigerator with a waterhose attached to it. "And it does work! Look!" Crocker activated the device and froze a curtain behind Vicky.

"Yeah, I get it", Vicky said. "This is mighty impressive. Do you have a specific reason to become a General?"

"Yes", Crocker exclaimed. "Being teased and mocked for years about me believing in FAIRY GODPARENTS, I vowed to rule the ENTIRE WORLD with an iron fist, to take vengeance upon those that mocked me! This is basically the next best thing!"

Vicky was a bit less excited about this. It was one of those guys, those that have their own agenda. However, Crocker still qualifies for his knack of inventing, and if Vicky played her cards right, she'd be able to keep Denzel under her watch, and not get too ambitious.

"Alright Crocker, you're hired", Vicky declared.

Denzel wanted to celebrate loudly, but got interrupted: "But only because you showed a bit more potential than those candidates before you. And great punishment will await you shall you ever cross me."

"I promise that won't be a problem", Denzel said.

"Yeah, I doubt that", Vicky replied. "But in a way, I'm glad I got at least one General after thousands of failed candidates. I had to stuff 'em all in my dungeons and I was running out of space. And I already had so many worries before I even started this mess."

"So why don't you release them?" Crocker asked. "Just hold them imprisoned for a day and let them out afterwards. Boom, free space!"

"Do I really have to", Vicky whined.

"If this really is a burden to you, then I can't think of anything else", Crocker said, in an uncharacteristically wise way.

Vicky sighed, and called in a soldier.

"Soldier 02-07, make preparations to release all the failed candidates", Vicky ordered.

"All of them", the soldier asked. "Even the ones outside of California?"

"Yes, all of them", Vicky said. "Don't you dare releasing anyone else, though!"

The soldier saluted and made his way out.

Crocker's advice was for the better, now two more weeks have passed. Now the dungeons had more space, and Vicky didn't have to worry about building more of them. Moreover, Crocker's made some nifty gadgets, including some torture devices that kept the slaves in tow and several nuclear weapons to use against alien attacks.

Unfortunately, that's about it.

While Denzel had the knowledge and ability to create machines, he lacked the knowledge to strategically use them in case of alien attacks. He was also sort of useless in torturing the slaves and imprisoned. Sure, they were scared of his devices, but somehow, Crocker often seemed to muck up in a way he injured himself with the torture devices.

Not to mention the verbal slip-ups, about desiring to take over the world himself.

While Vicky was annoyed by all of her co-operator's flaws, there was no way she'd fire Crocker. The one virtue he did have was too useful for her, and there was no way there was another scientist out there who would be more loyal to her. The cons that go with Denzel, she just had to live with it.

However, Vicky did need someone with strategic knowledge. That one person that can plan out countermeasures flawlessly. So, she continued with her hiring project, even after she got Crocker on her team. Since she already had an inventor, though, she did make a few amendments to the qualifications.

Of course, there were still quite some rejects in about two weeks of time. However, Vicky counted only about 1500 or 2000, a significantly lower amount than before hiring Crocker. Vicky assumed that, with rumors spread about imprisoning rejected candidates, the public was a bit more scared and less daring.

That, and the amended requirements, which obviously made the qualification circle smaller.

Today, though, an interesting fellow invited himself for a job interview.

His name was Remy Buxaplenty, a snobby young fellow who claimed to be an expert strategist. He was interested in the job from the very start, but only came this late due to the fact that his family moved away during the takeover.

"That, and I had been studying for weeks for the best first impression I could give to you", Remy told Vicky, giving her a large stack of documents full of strategic battle plans.

"Thanks, but I want you to show your strategic prowess in a different way", Vicky said, while placing the stack on her desk. She then pushed a button, which made her desk slide back, and a robot and a chesstable erect from where her desk previously stood.

"Let's see if you can defeat my expert chess robot in three of five matches", Vicky said.

"I'll accept", Remy said, making the first move.

Thirty minutes later, Remy won his third match in a row. He used different types of strategies per match.

Vicky was intrigued. Her chess robot had never been defeated three times in a row, let alone in such a short time. Maybe this Remy person would be a good asset in her team of Generals.

After the robot had been stored away, she said: "Well, you certainly know to use your brain. But, I still need to know what your motivation is to join us?"

"Ah yes, my reasoning", Remy said. "Sit back, your Highness, this story is a tad long."

Vicky leaned back while clasping her fingers.

"It's because I feel neglected", Remy continued. "You see, despite living in a wealthy family, my parents never cared for me. They always forgot my name. They always put their bank accounts over their own son. They never were interested in my opinions. I seemed only there to make them look good, and even then, they would ditch me to make themselves look even better. Can you believe they almost sold me off as a slave to save face? Anyway, with my parents being so neglectful, I grew jealous of people my age that were less wealthy, since they do have caring parents. I hated a certain Timmy Turner, in particular."

Vicky rose up. "That name sounds familiar", she said.

"It appears that you know him", Remy stated.

"Yep, used to babysit him before I became the empress of the world", Vicky said. "Right now, he's a fugitive for fifteen years straight, I had meant to kill him and his friends back then before he escaped my dungeons. His location's been unknown for years, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead already."

"That bucktoothed boy deserved it", Remy said.

"I'm glad you shared your story with me, Buxaplenty", Vicky said. "You're hired."

"I won't disappoint you, your Highness", Remy said.

It's been four more years since Remy's induction, a few months over the 19th anniversary of Vicky's takeover.

While everything seemed to go smoothly with the addition of her two Generals, Vicky can't help but feel a little paranoid. And it began just a few months ago.

Vicky had a confrontation with a small resistance group of three, including a man with a familiar buck tooth: Timmy Turner. This sadly confirmed he didn't die. In fact, he seemed quite buff. The group had snuck in the castle, presumably to collect data, but Vicky ultimately discovered them. Vicky managed to kill one of the three resistors, but Timmy and the other one fled.

According to a recent report by Soldier 80-85, rumors have been going on about a resistance that had followed her empire's every move, yet stayed hidden for almost two decades… having started exactly when her worldwide takeover began. No doubt about it: Timmy must have led it.

This needed extra attention.

She had several meetings about this with Crocker and Buxaplenty. The former was busy building devices while the latter made strategies about other threats. Vicky had to do her daily routine of spreading propaganda, and punishing the prisoners. She didn't have enough space in her schedule to search for Timmy and eliminate him and the resistance. She had to give up one of these things to make up space, and the propaganda certainly can't go (she needs to keep a good image, after all).

Vicky feared that she needed another General.

It's been a day since Vicky's announcement that she's hiring Generals again. This time, the number of candidates have been diminished grandly, since only five had been reported to her office. Yeah, she could actually count the total of candidates this time. Usually, there'd be more than just five. Or at least, it used to four years ago.

Well, it's the end of the day. Better shut down her office.

At least, Vicky was about to do that, until she got a sudden announcement from a soldier through her intercom. "Your highness, two candidates have arrived", he said. "They want to speak with you right now."

Vicky raised an eyebrow. No candidate before these two had attended this late. It better be something special.

Vicky activated her own intercom and spoke: "Let them in."

A little later, two women sat in front of Vicky. One with jet black hair and alluring eyes, the other with blonde hair and… less alluring eyes.

The one with black hair introduced herself as Trixie Tang. The other was called Veronica Star… something. A midnight airplane flew by during her introduction.

This piqued Vicky's interest. Trixie and Veronica were some of the most popular children pre-Vicky Empire. Moreover, her nemesis Timmy used to have a crush on Trixie. Oh, how deliciously ironic; the love of Timmy's life siding with his very mortal enemy. Vicky was already grinning widely.

But Vicky realized she shouldn't get ahead of herself.

"Very interesting", she said. "What makes you think you two can help me as Generals?"

"Oh, your Highness, we've heard of your woes about the fugitive rebellions", Trixie said. "We want to help you with that. Let us lead the search patrol. I can punish those unruly rebellions."

"And um, I can do a checkup around this place, to see if everything is in order", Veronica added.

This sounded amazing. They would join just to take on the extra job. But Vicky still needed proof.

"Can you prove me of your ability and loyalty?" she asked.

"Sure, I had just noted everything I've encountered so far", Veronica said.

"Yeah yeah, I believe ya", Vicky said. "But I'm more interested in what your partner has to offer."

"Oh, I've been maiming rebels since your takeover", Trixie said. "I've recorded some examples. Veronica, show her the clip, please."

Veronica gave Vicky a USB drive. Vicky put it a USB slot and watched several videos of Trixie torturing some people even worse than she even could.

"I'm very impressed, miss Tang", she said. "Do you two have any motivation behind joining us?"

"Oh, not much", Trixie stated. "We just want to serve your highness, and show those filthy rebellions who's boss."

Vicky was in pure bliss. Two high-potential Generals with max loyalty and no underlying motivation? This was almost too good to be true.

"Alright, you're hired", Vicky said with joy. "Although it's quite late. I don't have enough time to introduce you all, let alone having you stay in."

"Oh, that's okay", Trixie said. "I don't plan to stay here for the night. Don't wanna be a nuisance here."

"Oh, you're just too loyal", Vicky praised. "I'll see you tomorrow morning at 10:30."

Trixie and Veronica left the castle after saying their goodbyes.

They both held a grin on their face.