Figured I should treat you guys to a longer chapter :3 Enjoy!
With a panicked scream, Grim, along with the figures that had managed to hang onto his staff during his teleportation, came to their location. They all began to tumble across the ground, some stopping earlier than others.
When the last of the Master Builders came to a stop, Grim managed to come to a halt, rolling onto his feet and sliding a stop on his feet. He snarled as he took a fighting stance, grabbing the staff in his hand and pointing to the gem end at the nearest figure, which was Gara.
The gem started to glow brightly at Gara, as Grim said, "You pathetic excuse for a creature! I will see you burn!"
Gara started to get up, but Grim pressed the gem against the Griffon's throat; threatening to end of the future figure.
"Gara!" shouted Laval, scrambling to his feet and tried to get towards the Griffon.
Though he froze in his steps, as did the other figures, including Grim, when a voice broke out through the silence that seemed to surround them.
"Enough, Grim…"
The voice came from behind all of the figures.
Wyldstyle, Laval, Rose and the other Master Builders, as well as Grim, all turned back to look at the source of the voice among the black bricks that surrounded them.
It was Anti-Builder.
He was standing with his back to them, standing in the middle of a triangle carved into the ground, with the Oblivion Crystals at each point.
"Let them watch; soon, they will bear witness to the destruction of their Worlds," said Anti-Builder, turning around slowly to face the figures; as he moved, the lines connecting the three Crystals started to glow a bright white, as though they sensed Anti-Builder was moving.
As he turned around, it was revealed he was carrying the Wheel of Oblivion; the silver symbols standing out against the dark green as it glowed in Anti-Builder's hands.
Laval snarled a little from where he was among the ground, his hand slowly moving to the handle of his sword at his side. But a hand rested over his wrist.
He turned his head sharply, to find Rose next to him; lightly shaking her head, silently telling Laval not to go through with whatever he was going to do.
The Chimaian Lion growled under his breath, but slowly moved his hand away from the handle of his sword and placed it back onto the ground; slowly closing it into an aggravated clenched fist.
A slow, sinister smirk formed on Grim's yellow face as he heard his master's words, holding his staff in both of his hands, holding it in the same manner a caveman would hold a club; except he wouldn't be using it in the same manner.
He chuckled darkly as he slowly walked around the group of kneeling and/or sitting Master Builders and other figures, to stand by the side of his Master; like a snivelling weasel standing alongside the brute, waiting for the crumbs of power to drop to his level.
"You Master Builders…or should I even call you that now?" asked Anti-Builder, the slightest tint of a mocking tone, as though he knew what had happened to the Master Builders…
"But enough of this…I have more important matters to attend to," said Anti-Builder after a few seconds, the dark red light that acted as his eyes under his hood to take in the shifting expressions of the figures before him, and turning around again.
Partially out of view from the others, seeing as he was standing in front of the figures, Anti-Builder raised a hand and, the bricks slowly rising up from the flat bottom of the Realm, the slow formation of a pedestal formed in front of Anti-Builder; the black brick pedestal forming in the middle of the triangle on the ground.
"After a millennia of waiting…" stated Anti-Builder, raising the Wheel of Oblivion with both his hands, lifting it to his head height; the glowing of the green at the centre of the Wheel, highlighting the strange symbols more so than before.
"For you…"
Rose felt movement to her side, and glanced aside to see Laval had partly drawn his sword; the normally fire centre of his sword was replaced with his old, energy blue section that he used to have long before he was King of the Lions.
"Laval, don't!" she whispered, her tone furious yet concern could be heard in her voice.
"…To die!" snarled Laval, finishing off Anti-Builder's sentence with the wrong ending (at least for Anti-Builder), jumping to his feet and drawing his sword completely, holding it in front of him with a battle snarl.
He jumped over the others in front of him, rolling on the ground to lose momentum, snarling when he was standing again.
Grim held his staff tighter, pushing the gem end forward and firing a shot of green energy at Laval; but the Chimaian managed to dodge the shots as they came towards him, rolling to the sides and jumping over them.
Managing to reach Grim, Laval landing a kick to Grim's head, knocking the demonic spirit over and knocking the staff far out of reach of Grim.
Now that the minion was taken care of, Laval turned his blade to Anti-Builder; pointing the glowing, blue-and-gold blade at the evil doer, snarling, "Surrender! And your death will be swift!"
Anti-Builder didn't turn around straight away; instead, he waited as he was for a few minutes in silence, still holding the Wheel of Oblivion as he stopped lowering it.
When he started moving, it was slow and silent, turning 180 degrees so he was facing the Chimaian; the green and silver, with golden accents, Wheel of Oblivion in his hands.
"Funny…" said Anti-Builder, his words soft and gentle as though it was a whisper; the kind of whisper you would use for a dying person.
"What is?" snarled Laval, pressing his advance further, the edge of the sword barely in front of Anti-Builder.
A long pause followed this from Anti-Builder, before he replied.
"I thought about saying the same thing to you."
Laval, his teeth grit and snarling lowly, cocked an eyebrow slightly, finding Anti-Builder's words confusing, and unsure what to make of it.
Laval was suddenly thrown backwards, away from Anti-Builder, flying through the air and landing on his back; his sword flying out of reach, digging into the ground of the black bricks, blade first. He landed firmly on his back, sliding on the ground for a second.
He quickly tried to recover, but ended up gasping in sudden pain that appeared in his abdomen. He looked down, finding something that shocked and caused him to freeze.
Through his armour, which now had several cracks running through the entire lower section, was a large hole that appeared to have been ripped through both the armour and through Laval; exiting through the other sheet of armour.
"Laval!" shouted Rose, rushing to her feet and trying to go to Laval; drawing her pistol. But she was thrown back by an invisible force; Anti-Builder had pushed her back.
He wanted to give his apprentice the opportunity.
Not too far in front of Laval, while Anti-Builder held the other figures back from getting up or even close to helping their friend, a red glitch opened up; as though it tore through the fabric of the Realm.
Walking through it slowly, revealed the figure with the black helmet, black visor, alien armour that worked for/alongside Anti-Builder appeared; the red light from the glitch opening, which slowly stitched itself together once the figure had walked through completely.
Tilting his head slightly, the figure turned to look down at the fallen Laval, before turning to look at Anti-Builder.
"Is he for me?" asked the figure slowly.
Anti-Builder nodded slowly, gesturing to Laval. "Finish him off, my Apprentice."
The figure, simply dubbed 'Apprentice', simply turned to fully face Laval and drew a pistol from a holster behind him. He slowly knelt down beside the fallen Laval, holding the weapon in front of Laval's face.
"This weapon…it once belonged to Red Skull…The same one that ended the life of your father, Laval…" said Apprentice slowly, as though he was taunting Laval in his final moments.
Laval glared up at his own reflection in Apprentice's visor, snarling weakly as he felt himself grow weaker; all the while, the figures present were all up now, banging on the invisible wall that Anti-Builder had put up.
He must have purposely made it invisible so they could witness what was about to happen.
Apprentice then got to his full height, throwing Laval's head back to the ground. He aimed Red Skull's pistol at Laval.
"Say hello to Lagravis for me, Laval," said Apprentice, before a shot echoed through the Realm, following behind a short flash of bright light.
"LAVAL!" shouted all of the figures behind the invisible wall they were being held behind; Gara was slamming his fist against the wall, trying to get around it; but seemed to be blocked at all sides.
The others tried the same thing, only to be met with the same blockade; no matter how much they shouting, their emotions straining through their voice, and their fists slamming against the wall.
Unaware of the loss to his friends, Emmet was continuing to fall through the Realm Grim used to transport; he was screaming and shouting in panic, wondering where he was going to end up when he finished falling.
That was, if he actually came to a stop.
Much to his surprise, a few minutes of continuous falling, Emmet finally fell through a small tear of the tunnel he was traveling through, escaping the Realm…and ending up in a completely different one to the one with his friends.
"Ow…" thought Emmet as he landed, face first, into solid metal; he groaned a little, rubbing the front of his head as he looked around to see where he was.
You couldn't imagine his relief when he noticed stuff that he found familiar; somehow, of all the Realms he could have ended up in, he had ended up in the Realm that contained the Mars Mission.
He looked around at the mostly empty warehouse; it looked as though the figures that once held up here had abandoned the station; or at least this hanger of it.
"Where is everyone?" asked Emmet to himself, looking around as he picked himself up; rubbing his arm, before remembering that he was still wearing the Agency SWAT armour.
A door opened up to the far side of the hanger, a small section of light being revealed; Emmet turned around sharply to look at who it was.
"Uh…C…Chameleon, isn't it?" asked Emmet slowly, seeing the robot that often hung around the Mars Mission areas.
The robotic figure didn't reply; instead, it walked forward, the door closing behind it, and it approached Emmet.
"Huh…where is everybody?" asked Emmet, looking around the empty hanger.
"They all left."
The sudden female voice caused Emmet to jump, turning around to the source.
Walking out from the shadows cast to the side of the hanger, two figures walked forward; at first, Emmet mistook one of them for Benny.
But when he saw them in better light, he saw that they were both wearing Green versions of Benny's iconic space suit. Emmet had never seen Green ones before; only Blue, Black, Red, Yellow and White.
Never Green.
"Uh…who are you guys?" asked Emmet, glancing between the two Space figures somewhat nervously.
"My name is Pete," said one of the figures, the male one, and gestured to the other, "This is Yve; my girlfriend and fellow Mech Pilots."
"We know who you are, Emmet Brickowski," said Yve.
"Ho…?" asked Emmet, but was cut short.
"There isn't time for that; we need to get back to your friends and stop Anti-Builder from releasing the Oblivion Trinity," said Pete.
"Wha-"
"There isn't time for this, we need to go," said Yve.
Emmet looked as the two Classic Astronauts turned and began walking off; Emmet glanced aside at Chameleon, before something happened.
He had an epiphany.
"Wait! I have an idea!" he said, before he asked, "Wait…did you guys say…Mech pilots?"