AN: So, I thought I'd spice the story up a bit by introducing a bad guy. Enjoy!
While Riley and Mike were going out and everything seemed blissful, behind the scenes something sinister was brewing.
An emotion that had willed himself out of his host mind and resided in an otherwise abandoned house sat in total darkness.
Depression smirked as he twirled his fingers around gleefully. He sat on a black throne, which was suspended in thin air with nothing to support it.
"Glorkin!" he barked. A diminutive minion rushed to his master.
"What is it, sire?" Glorkin hissed.
"Start up the monitor," Depression snarled. Glorkin, wanting to avoid a beating if he did not obey, scurried to the 30 inch plasma monitor and hurriedly turned it on.
This was the command module, where Depression scoured the world for someone to infect with a soul-crushing despair. His ultimate goal was to make everyone on the planet as sad as he was. His mother and father had abandoned him as a child, and his subsequent anger and spite blackened his soul, until there was nothing left except hatred and an irreparable psyche.
His thoughts were interrupted by Glorkin. "It's ready, sire."
"Good, good," smiled Depression. He grabbed the remote and the monitor flickered to life. A dialog box materialised with the words 'SELECT A CONTINENT' on it. Depression selected 'NORTH AMERICA', and then he selected 'UNITED STATES' and the city 'SAN FRANSISCO, CA'.
"Which wretched soul will be infected today, I wonder?" Depression grinned as his drones orbited San Fransisco.
"Female and male spotted, sir," a metallic voice warbled through the monitor. "Permission to zoom in?"
"By all means," Depression replied.
The drone's camera zoomed into Riley, who was laughing as Mike was walking her home.
"Activate the microphone," Depression ordered.
"Affirmative," warbled the drone again. The monitor's embedded speakers received the audio.
"Mike, this has been amazing," Riley smiled. "You sure know how to take a girl out."
Mike beamed. "Aww, it was nothing, you know. Hey, maybe... maybe I could come over some time?"
Riley's smile faded a little. "Uh... well, I'd have to ask Mom and Dad, but I don't know. I'll text you later!"
Mike smiled. "Sure, awesome!"
They were at Riley's house now. Riley embraced him, then walked to the door.
"See you around sometime!" she called.
Mike grinned again, then walked off.
"Sire, I do not have the capacity to enter the female's house," Drone 1 stated.
"Are you sure?" Depression growled.
"Sire, I cannot, I apologise."
"Well, sometimes, apologies are not enough," Depression snarled as he reached for a button.
"What will you do to me?" Drone 1 asked, his voice quivering.
"Adios!" laughed Depression as he pushed the self-destruct button.
"No..." Drone 1 cried.
Glorkin watched as Drone 1 was blown to smithereens before his eyes. The feed went static. Drone 2's feed activated almost immediately.
"Drone 2, enter the house. Use stealth. Find the female. Then I will do the rest." He sat back on his dark throne and smiled.
"Affirmative," Drone 2 warbled.
Stay tuned for more!
