Of course he was cornered. He was visibly panicking now, suspended above the Abyss of Nothingness whilst screaming. No amount of flailing around would get him out of this, except falling to his death, but that wasn't an option. Lord Business wanted the Piece of Resistance, but he probably wanted him to talk as well. The words Emmet would say would be hard enough – at this point, he was on the sliver of a knife's edge.

A few days ago he was sitting at home, minding his own business. If everything worked fine, he wouldn't have minded getting pulled into this. However, it didn't and here he was.

The worst part of this was that he was, yes, upside down, but he was facing right up close with Lord Business himself. This was more than intimidating, and he had just witnessed him dressed up and towering over him earlier for the first time. He felt like a defenceless little animal – like someone's prey dangling from the end of a string, of which he was.

Lord Business certainly looked amused from the position he was in. "Now Emmet," he spoke threateningly this time, his trademark smirk across his face, "are you going to give me the Piece of Resistance, or do I have to finish off your friends and let you fall to your death?"

"But I have the piece…" Emmet's eyes suddenly widened, "Ooh, I should have been expecting this from someone who doesn't play fair."

Emmet knew he had to scoot around like this in such a dangerous setting, with such a dangerous man. He was constantly reminded by what was swirling underneath him and the jeopardy his friends were in, so he knew it would be a death wish to start throwing out a few sarcastic comments in Lord Business' direction. That was despite how much he really wanted to.

"Of course I don't play fair. Who do you take me for?" Lord Business rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'd be rid of the Piece of Resistance either way."

"So, you'll kill us now and have world domination, or you'll kill us later and force us to watch you achieve world domination before killing us? What kind of villain are you?" Emmet asked, a combination of outright offence and anger.

Lord Business grinned not only at this label, but Emmet's petty emotions. "I'm a pretty obvious one, as if you didn't already know."

With some strange kind of relief, he fell with a thud against the floor as he was dropped harshly. The relief was diminished however, as a constant shriek of pain came from Unikitty. She was flopped to one side, Bad Cop's foot pressing down on her bloody wound.

"This is nothing less than pure torture," he seethed, his pupils raised towards Business. His body was tense and demanding, but it felt like there was almost nothing he could do. Her yelps of pain only made the tears fall faster from his eyes. Of course, he would've wished to know what was coming next, as it only made him feel far worse.

The door opened and he and his friends jumped back in shock, an army of robots armed just like the previous lot coming through. Emmet watched, paralysed, as they overwhelmed what was left of his friends. He should have known Lord Business always had a disposable, unlimited supply of them. He wished he knew all about this earlier. He wished that everything didn't have to be this way. He wished this monster of a person wasn't torturing his friends. He wished the man himself didn't have to be so power-mad. Why on earth was he at the centre of all this? It was crazy and it was horrific and what was the real point of this prophecy anyway?

Why was he the one dragged into all of this?