After walking through more of the city, leaving it and following the outskirts of the movie production studios, I found myself face to face with a brick wall. Well, not literally, more like tempered glass. The tower that stood in front of me had no visible entrance anywhere. Not a single door, window, or sewer line leading inside, and believe me I checked. Now, smelling worse than I did since I first arrived, I continue walking around the tower in one giant circle. I thought on how to get in, my hand sliding across the smooth rounded side of the tower.

It had to have been at least twelve hours since that night with the television, where something guided me here to Vox. And while Vox himself did irk me, convincing me to pursue him, I had a feeling I knew who was truly behind this. Once Vox has been dealt with, I'll bet he'll show himself and we can finally meet. But there's still the other unknown, that thing in my dreams. The same presence that has been following me since I arrived here. Who or what is it? And what plans does it have for me?

Slowly I came to a stop, my hand resting on the building's side. I looked around me. This area, with the city at my back and the various movie lots on my side, was eerily quiet. Few demons walked through here, and even fewer cars were seen driving around. It was a stark contrast to the busyness surrounding it. Why this was the case didn't matter to me, as it gave me an opening to try some more extreme methods of entry.

Feeling up the wall, I gave a few knocks and received a few hollow thunks in response. Confirming it to be glass, I pulled out my crowbar. If it's good for skulls, then it'll be good for glass. Winding up my swing, I released and connected the crowbar against the side of the tower, creating a large crack around the area of impact. As I pulled my crowbar back to deliver another swing, a video screen appeared behind the crack in the glass, causing me to pause.

On the screen was the titular man I've been looking for. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a pre-recorded message.

"Hello to whoever just damaged my tower. My cameras have picked up images of you from every possible angle, and recorded the incident that caused the damage. I now know your face and as we speak I am coming down to discuss payments. Should you choose to run, I will find you at a later date and payment will come in the form of something far worse than monetary loss. If this incident was intentional, any further damages will result in your immediate expulsion from the premises, as well as punishment up to and including death. Now wait one moment for my arri-"

Growing tired of the pre-recorded message, I ignored the warnings it gave and swung my crowbar into the glass again, sending more cracks along the glass. I gave a few more hard swings one after another, causing the cracks to spread with each connected swing. Eventually, after one final swing of the crowbar, the panel shattered. Glass cascaded down to the ground in front of me, exposing the dark interior of the tower. Smiling, I tucked the crowbar back into my coat and walked inside. This was too easy. The sound of my footfalls echoed around me inside this hollow interior, metal clanged with each step. Squinting I tried to peer around to find anything, but the darkness was too thick, and the light outside offered next to no illumination. I extended my arms out trying to hit anything. Another wall, a door, an elevator, but there was nothing.

After a couple more unguided steps in the dark I began to hear a loud groaning noise. The ground shook as the noise grew louder and louder. I looked around to find the source, still walking blind in the dark. Then the noise and shaking stopped. I stood still, whatever that was couldn't have been good and I would rather not find myself on the wrong end of whatever it was. A couple seconds later, I saw a blue glow casting my shadow along the floor, the source of which came from directly behind me. Slowly I turned around, looking once again at Vox's smug pre-recorded face.

"Well done stranger! You managed to break into my tower, I applaud you." The video Vox put up his hands to clap but stopped short. "Well, not really. I would, had you got into an area that was actually important. Hell by that point you wouldn't be seeing this message. But where you are standing currently is my designated hollow room. A literal empty room on the ground floor filled with nothing but support beams meant to stop intruders like yourself. There's no doors, no stairs, no elevators. Nothing. This is the beginning and end of your last mistake. You will be ejected, painfully, then you will be collected as soon as possible and taken for…" the Vox recording paused to think to itself. Then it said, "Well, whatever the hell I feel like doing to you. Have a nice flight!"

Vox gave a small wave, then I heard the sound of gears grinding on gears and the screen started to get closer. A second later, it rapidly pushed forward, too fast for me to evade. I slammed into the side of it like a bug on a windshield, until I was pushed back outside. Then the wall I was caught on angled diagonally towards the sky and stopped its momentum. This threw me high up into the sky, back towards the movie production lots. From here, I could see the wall that pushed me form neatly against the side of the building I broke open, reforming the round exterior. I flailed uselessly as I spun around in the sky, having no control over where I was going to land. Well, this isn't the best start, I thought to myself.

After nearly a minute of being suspended in the air I could feel myself coming down quickly towards the ground. I eventually managed to spin myself around just enough so I could face what I was hurtling towards. Which just happened to be the roof of a nondescript film studio. My eyes widened as my mouth pulled into a grimace. This really isn't the best start. I covered my face with my arms, a useless gesture all things considered, but the only thing I could think to do at the moment. Until I hit the roof, going straight through to the studio inside. Then I wasn't thinking much of anything as the impact knocked me out.

"Hey mister, you ok?"

These were the words that woke me from my unconscious state sometime later. My eyes saw double vision for a couple seconds as I blinked them open, until they focused and I saw the caved-in ceiling where I crashed from. I groggily got up, placed a hand on my head, and looked at my surroundings. I had definitely interrupted production on… something with my entrance, as various imps looked at me with concern. The set had a background painting of a blue sky, the ground was covered in giant fluffs of cotton. One particularly large fluff helped to break my fall, as I was lying on top of it with debris scattered all around me from the roof above. The imps close to me I assumed to be the actors, as they were the only ones in weird costumes. Wearing angel wings and halos, with bright white clothing.

The demon in front of me breathed a sigh of relief. Like most sinners down here she took the form of an animal; a bipedal fox wearing white pants and a black, tucked-in, shirt, along with a black beret. She turned to address her crew, in the same voice I heard when I woke up.

"Ok folks he ain't dead, clean-up fix the set, the rest of you take ten and rehearse."

A bell sounded and the imps in costumes moved off set, while other imps in normal clothes moved on set to clean up my untimely entrance. I hopped off the cotton ball cloud I was on and dusted myself off. Standing back up, I rotated my arms and kicked out my legs. Somehow, nothing was broken. Before I could question it, the fox turned to address me again.

"Ok well, since you're not dead, you can get off my set now," she pulled out a clipboard and shooed me away with her free hand. "I was worried we'd have to delay another day if we had to take time cleaning a corpse but it seems that won't be necessary." She flipped through a couple pages on her clipboard, before stopping on one page in particular. She scanned it closely, then looked at me, then back at the paper, then at me.

"Actually, can you wait just a moment?" She asked. I continued to stand where I was, slightly interested in where this was going. She put the clipboard under her arm and made a rectangle with her hands, studying my face. "Yeah… yeah, this could work. Ok, stay on set I need to ask you something. How would you feel about being in a movie?"

My eyes widened slightly, then I let out an audible hmmm as I looked up pretending to think about it. The fox lady began to pace around me, studying me up and down as she walked. Deciding to entertain her a little longer, I asked, "Well I don't know, wouldn't I need to audition for something like this?"

The fox laughed at the question, "Sure, maybe in the human world. But movies get made on a strict time schedule down here, meaning we shoot the film while we hire actors. Hellywood is literally the only place where television entertainment is made, so it has to be made quickly."

"Well that seems rather inconvenient," I stated bluntly.

"That's what most people think, but trust me, everyone down here wants to be in a movie of some kind. You know what they say, a star falls every minute down here!" I never heard anyone say that. She stopped in front of me, then cleared her throat, saying, "Besides, any errors in filming can be fixed in post, our vfx teams are top tier."

I whistled, "Impressive," I said, nodding my head.

"Well it should be," the fox lady responded, "most of the crew worked in Hollywood. So back to my question, how would you like being in the movie?"

"Well," I folded my arms, "I was in the middle of something before I came here, maybe if you convinced me?"

"Convinced you?" She coughed slightly, "What do you mean? Like money? The pay is pretty good, better than most jobs in Hell-"

"No, no," I waved my hands to decline the notion. "I don't care about the money, what's the story? My character?"

"Well," the fox untucked the clipboard from her arm and looked at it. "This film is a musical about two lovers. One from Heaven, and another from Hell. They want to be together but God and Lucifer would never let them leave their respective worlds. So they must keep their love secret, and find each other in the spaces between. It's a very tragic and heart wrenching story-"

I cut her off, "Eh, sounds cliché. Now who would I be playing, one of them?"

"Oh hell no, those spots are already taken," then she whispered under her breath, "and you are waaaaaay too creepy for that kind of role." Coughing a little into her mouth, she continued at normal volume, "No, you would be playing God. Your horrific smile and evil stare give off the perfect demeanor that God has. Not to mention your slim height and naturally white complexion. So, what's your answer?"

I pretended to think about it, looking down at the ground and rubbing my chin with my hand. "I want to say… I'm sorry, what's your name?" I asked, looking up and extending a hand towards the fox lady.

"Oh, right I guess I never said that. You can call me Natascha." She looked at my hand and back to me, not moving a muscle.

"Natascha," I said with a smile, retracting my hand. "Do you mind going for a walk?" I asked.

Natascha looked at a watch on her wrist, "Well, we still have five minutes. Sure, let's take a quick walk."

"Excellent!" I responded, hooking my arm under Natascha's, causing her to gasp a little and drop her clipboard. I guided us through the busy imps cleaning the set, past the cameras and microphones and catering, until we passed through the door to the outside. The familiar red glow hit us as we entered the building's exterior; demons and imps of various shapes and sizes ran around as movies were filmed all at once, attending to all kinds of sets. Explosions erupted from action movie sets, screams from horror movie sets, delightful music from other musicals, and canned audience laughter from sitcom sets. The chaos of the entertainment industry was in full swing, and I took a moment to breathe it all in. This atmosphere, the lights and the sounds, most people would probably hate it but a part of me felt something in that moment. Within the cacophony of sounds I found a beat. That's when inspiration struck me.

"So, what did you want to discuss ummm, what's your name?" Natascha asked from next to me.

I looked down at her, nudging her to walk along with me, and said, "Call me Joker. And well…

My days used to be so fun
My reputation was second to none
I was the dreaded Clown Prince of Crime

But since I've arrived here
Everything's been so queer
And not one person would give me the time

Just one look of my face
Caused chaos, everyplace
But it seems my antics now are too common

Mass murder? That's old hat
Now I'm alone, with no Bat
And it seemed I was losing my direction

That is until my tv
Came alive, spoke to me
And now I know how to grab attention!"

I paused and looked at Natascha, to cue her into asking me "how?". Although she looked confused by my abnormal burst into song, she took the hint and asked, "And that's by becoming a major star?" She put her arms up in a shrug.

Close enough, I thought. Drawing her in tighter I turned around and continued.

"That's one way to put it
Becoming a big hit
By taking out the man up top"

I pointed to Vox Tower, but Natascha must have misread my intentions because she asked, "You're going to kill God?"

I looked incredulously at her, "A little lower than that my dear.

I'm referring to your boss-man
And why I may have no plan
It's Vox's fuse I intend to pop"

Natascha looked worried now, and she directed her eyes forward, leaving me to continue my musical explanation.

"See I understand it now
Psychopaths are common now
So I must expand my line of thinking

If people are to fear me
Cry out my name clearly
The title of Overlord will be what I am taking"

I could feel Natascha squirming slightly in my grasp, trying to unhook her arm. Leaning down I whispered, "Are you feeling alright dear?" I felt a shiver crawl up her body and she stopped squirming. I stood back up and continued to drag my unwilling audience member along. Continuing, I said, "Now, where was I? Oh right,

But how to take his power?
He wasn't inside his tower
I know, I was there until he gave me the boot

But this place sparked an idea
One that will drag him here
I will halt all these production shoots"

I gestured around me. Then, unhooking my arm from Natascha's, I gripped her hands tightly and began to spin us around; while I quickened the pace of the song and brought it to its conclusion.

"After all, murder is what I know
And if I were to halt the show
He would have to show his face
So I can smash it all over the place
So please don't take it personally
I'm running out of options see
I may be dead but I won't wait forever
The time has come, it's now or never

He will come, and we will fight
By my hands Vox will die tonight!"

I stopped, bringing Natascha close to my body, feeling her shake in fear. I took a moment to catch my breath, reaching under my coat with one hand and pulling out a gun. "As I told you, I was in the middle of something, so unfortunately I'll have to pass on the role." I pointed the gun to the side of her head, and pulled the trigger. She dropped limp in my arms and I slowly guided her down to the ground, resting her gently in the middle of the street. As I stood back up I looked to see if anyone else had witnessed these events. Unfortunately, it seemed the sounds of the studios masked the gunshot, as demons continued to run around to different sets carrying equipment and stacks of scripts;. No one slowed down for the now-dead woman, or the man who killed her.

I shrugged, saying, "It's like I always said, can't make an omelet without cracking a few skulls. Although, considering how many people are here, this will have to be one big omelet if I'm to catch Vox's attention."

Tucking away my gun, I traded it for the bazooka as I pulled it out of my coat and placed it on my shoulder. "Might as well get started!" I exclaimed with a twisted smile. Then I made my way towards the sounds of planned explosions that made up the action movie set, intending to add a few unplanned explosions of my own.