Chapter 2
Narrator: After the theme song, the camera shows the face of Golan, which was partially hidden in shadow.
Golan (from a suspenseful tone of voice to a more excited one): The time has come... let the birthday celebration begin!
Narrator: Golan raises his arms as the camera zooms out, revealing that he's sitting at the end of a plastic table with most of Dylan's class surrounding it. The camera reveals that they are in a Chuck E. Cheese-like place. Most of Dylan's class looks really tense.
Dylan: Yay! C'mon, you worthless scum! Make with the celebration of my master's debut into the world!
Swingley (completely clueless as he raises his arms): Yay!
Narrator: Besides Swingley, nobody else says anything. Dylan looks around. Her glare intensifies as the cock of a gun is heard. Everyone else gasps. Then, they all start to softly "cheer."
Golan (raising his arms again): All right. Let the fun begin!
Narrator: Everyone starts to do their own thing. Most of them play games and start to win tickets. They all seem to be having fun. Even Dylan, despite her nature. While this goes one, the song "The Warrior" by the group Scandal plays. After a while, Golan is exchanging his tickets for prizes with Dylan behind him.
Golan: What do you mean I can't own this place?!
Guy Behind the Counter: Hey. You wanna exchange your tickets for this entire building. That's not happening!
Golan: Why the hell not? I'm destined to become the ruler of this dumb, stupid dimension!
Guy Behind the Counter (gesturing to the ticket on the counter): Um... first of all, you only earned one stupid ticket!
Golan: So what?
Guy Behind the Counter: You can't even get a small prize with that!
Dylan (holding her tickets in her hand): You dare refuse my God Lord?!
Guy Behind the Counter: Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?
Narrator: Dylan growls at him. She takes out a switchblade.
Golan (softly as he puts his hand on his face): God, Dylan. Don't ruin this for me!
Narrator: Dylan puts away her switchblade.
Golan (softly to the guy behind the counter): You want me to get more tickets? Fine. This is on you!
Narrator: Golan walks over to the ticket dispenser. He punches it, completely breaking it into pieces.
Guy Behind the Counter: Hey! What the hell are you doing?!
Narrator: Dylan starts to smirk. Golan puts his hand into the ticket dispenser and attempts to take out tickets from it.
Golan: Getting more tickets. Duh! What does it look like?
Narrator: The camera shifts to the outside of the building as Dylan and Golan get escorted by security. Dylan looks bitter.
Golan (whining): Aw. C'mon! I almost became king of the fun center!
Security Agent: Now you can be the king of the parking lot!
Narrator: the scene shifts to a nearby door. Dylan's sister, Alexis, and her boyfriend, Keith, are also being escorted out.
Keith: Aw. C'mon! Why do we have to leave?
Security Agent: Your host got kicked out. So, you have to go, too.
Alexis (as she and Keith leave): Dylan! You and Golan are ruining my life!
Narrator: Later, at Dylan's house, Dylan and Golan are eating cake in the dining room.
Golan (whining): Aw. My birthday party sucked!
Dylan: Don't worry, my Lord. Soon enough, the world will succumb to you and you shall rule over this dumb ******* world!
Golan: Aw. None of this happened when I ruled Gkruool!
Dylan: How'd you get the throne anyway? You inherit it?
Golan: Nah. I fought the last ruler in a duel. In Gkruool, we believe that upon defeat, the fallen should be treated fairly by having their heads cut off.
Dylan: Maybe that's how we can make you ruler of this dimension. By cutting off the heads of every ******* ruler in the world!
Golan (scratching his back): Yeah. Dylan, I've been thinking. I think it's time that I try to take back my throne from that traitor, Kruung.
Dylan (after a moment of shock): What, my Lord?
Golan: Yeah. I'm tired of failing to rule over this dimension. At least in Gkruool, I didn't have to fight for my stupid throne!
Dylan: But you will, my Lord! Once you go to Gkruool, you're gonna get your ass kicked!
Golan (standing up): Yeah. We'll see, Dylan. I'm gonna drink from Carol's wine bottle. Try not to be so stupid when I return.
Narrator: Golan leaves. Dylan just stands there with a look of horror on her face.
Dylan (softly): Son of a bitch!
AN: Thanks for reading! Please leave a review. Sorry that I haven't updated in weeks. College and my job both tire me out and I got pretty sick recently which I'm still not 100% percent over.