A/N OR the chapter where Zurg is falling head first into being insane over the loss of Buzz Lightyear.
"I want to visit morph." Zurg told the brainpod. "Without making a scene."
"You have done so." was the reminder by brainpod representative.
"Not in the last eleven months." Zurg reminded, bitterly, seated in the throne room, rubbing his forehead.
The corpse of what had once been Buzz Lightyear had been put back together and put back into the torpedo, with deliberate care, careful precision restoring the organs to the state they had been before being resurrected then killed, damaged and breaking more bones in the skull than necessary. He rubbed the side of his head, miserable, down, his mood easily read from the vibe radiating off his being.
"Yes, sir, we will handle it."
The brainpod flew out of the throne room fast as they could coming to a halt outside. It was a very unsettling request and very simple in the function. They arrived to the brainpod room where the others lay then relayed what the emperor requested. It was perhaps the simplest task that he had given them. It was incredibly silent in the brainpod room.
"This is a trick request."
"He may want a nefarious other task."
"Hmm, perhaps to rip a hole in existence?"
"Or we could create a mechanical vampire!"
"That's a very fine idea. Zurg would love that."
"Right now, he wants to visit without making his arrival ruining it."
"Where exactly does he want to go? A park? A house?"
"He did not say to be exact."
"He is down."
"We can send him to a carnival!"
"Yes!"
"And then we make a mechanical vampire, a way to rip a hole into existence and bring horror upon the galaxy!"
"Lets get working, brainpods!"
Two weeks later, the machine that would transport Zurg from one place to the other was constructed in full and completed. A large tunnel device made of several gates, the power source quite unique and fetched from a ancient civilization that had no business existing with the exquisite artifacts, infinite cave paintings demonstrating what no one quite understood. Save for the brainpods, they understood what they meant, a fact, something to use for later, to remind the emperor should it become the last resort.
Zurg stared at the glowing center of the portal with wind blowing out of it, the warm heat radiating from it, the sound of laughter, the sound of merry go round, and the sound of music radiating from it. The brainpods and the grubs stared in awe at the magnificent creation operating smoothly as intended and one by one, the brainpods exchanged a high five as did the grubs. The emperor stared at it in awe then drifted closer.
He reached a gray servo out into the portal, staring in awe, his red optics glowing brightly, then moved on in through the portal. One of the grubs flung a long lasso with a infinite thread around the emperor's waist, one by one each hornet picked up a session, as did the giant robots outside as back up. He was flung through it, screaming high pitched, unexpected, covering his optics until the twirling and the sound of wind and unnatural sounds ceased. He lowered his claws then looked around, it was day, no one was there, paper was twirling, he picked up the sheet and observed.
March 20th, 2020 - AMERICA ON LOCKDOWN
"Hhmmm, perfect." Zurg dropped the newspaper. "I can vibe in peace."
Zurg traveled through the carnival, gazing about, finding toys left where they hadn't been touched. The laughter was over, it was strange, it was a distant sound, the feeling of joy was still there, the feeling of youth, happiness, and content. The emperor paused upon seeing a familiar object on a counter then stared at it.
"Woody Pride toy?"
He snatched the toy from the counter then hugged the toy, nostalgia, fondness, then started to sob, a time of his life that was over, just like a certain person who-he smacked his freed fist on the table, over and over, damaging it, until it were absolutely crushed and sliced in half at the unfair turn of events yanked from him by one bad choice.
A scream erupted from him that sounded mechanical, human, and then it sounded demonic, but in all, it sounded pained. Wounded, in fact. He had imagined all those years being fun, toying with his son, entertaining, and being defeated by him once and for all in the most Buzz Lightyear there was.
"Curse you, Buzz Lightyear!"
He turned away from the station.
"Curse you ruining my entertainment!"
He screamed at the sky.
"Why did you have to be hero!"
He saw the sun overhead.
"Why?" Zurg's hand trembled. "Why couldn't you let him die with you?"
Zurg hated this, no answers, no closure-
"Why? WHY NOT?" he shook his fist at the sky then moved forward. "Why did you have to die? WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE SO YOUNG?"
Zurg picked up a plastic toy, a toy green solider then tossed it against the wall, then proceeded to wreck the stations with his bare claws, even the food trucks, yanking apart rides, throwing them side, all in a pure moment of rage screaming out all that pain and anguish, holding on to the doll in one claw.
All until he came to the icecream stand. It were still cold. Still connected, still had a power generator, he snatched a cone then dipped it inside and stacked each ball on top of another and stood there, merely vibing with it, surrounded by mere destruction. The sound of birds flying overhead with not a noise in the air was comforting and relaxing, soothing, even. He watched it melt slowly until the icecream was gone then he chucked the cone into the trash.
In a far better mood, Zurg paid more attention to his grief made environment. Inwardly, he groaned, so much for low profile. He saw the green toy then approached it, he picked up the small toy soldier, took out a small piece of equipment, then fixed the toy up back the way it had been before. The toy was set up on what remained on the desk.
"Sorry." Zurg apologized. "Always there for children, for adults, for the elderly, when we're lonely, scared, or need a hero."
Zurg clenched the doll harder in his grasp.
"And we lose you, hurt you, and we try our best to fix you up," he shifted away from the green toy. "I, want, to, fix, my, own toy.. . . I've tried and it seems that it can't be done."
He looked aside spotting a fallen toy that was purple and red and black and yellow and looked exactly like-
"Darkmatter."
Zurg picked it up and observed how the toy lacked a arm, missing one, as if someone had taken the arm and simply not returned it. He can make a replica of the arm and fit it in nicely, exactly what the toy was missing. The same familiar smirk that belonged to the former spy-all he could see in his eyes these days were the relentless rage.
"There must be a Buzz Lightyear for him! There must be. Plastic Buzz Lightyear WHERE ARE YOU!"
Zurg tossed the place over searching for the toy only finding a left behind Booster, XR, and Mira, their models were different, red and yellow, or white and green, it was quite concerning and discomforting that he couldn't find a Buzz Lightyear for the group to finish them with. He set Team Darkmatter on the nearest table then hugged the old fashioned doll pacing back and forth. Finally, he stopped, gazing on, as a idea came into his processor.
Go out and find a Buzz Lightyear to complete the set? Perhaps, the parking lot would do. He picked up the large group and moved toward the parking lot in which there was a lot of junk. Birds were loudly singing above, goats were traveling the road, a few felines watched from the tall grass, he searched high and low-until, Zurg found the one that was necessary.
A red and yellow Buzz Lightyear looking worse for the wear and in desperate need of repairs. He looked on the boot searching for the name of who had owned this individual, there was no name on the lone boot, only a price tag. His eyes would have widened. If he could do that back home, get a Buzz Lightyear, mend everything about him, then everything would be fine, no, he didn't need to steal a Buzz Lightyear-
"I can make one!"
"Zurg, who brought you back!"
"Excuse me?" Zurg turned, facing a older man, who sounded awfully young, who's face was familiar, at the man who landed and his wings retracted into his back. "I just got here."
"And I defeated you years ago!"
"Years ago."
"Yes."
"B . . . Buzz . . . Lightyear?"
Zurg slid forward,
"Stop playing tricks on me, none of them work on me!"
"Like old times," why did it hurt all over with the young man aiming a laser at him. "can't stay and I can't take you with me."
"To where?"
"Planet Z." the man looked deadly afraid, tense. "Buzz Lightyear, you. . ." Zurg paused before that commencing on the difficult subject. "it's a very good thing that you defeated me here instead of the other way around."
He approached him, slowly, his mood different and less threatening than the other Lightyear had known Zurg, the way that he were talking, was a bit of a comrade recalling glory days like a retired professional.
"I come to tell you," he set his hand on the startled man's shoulder at the strangely emotional enemy. "thank you for being the best Space Ranger there ever was." Zurg patted on the startled man's shoulder, staring back at him, dumbfounded. "You were the best enemy."
"Where . . ." he lowered his arm, in awe. "are you from?"
"It's 2020," Zurg moved away from the Space Ranger who was joined by other Space Rangers. "do the math, Lightyear."
"Leave the merchandise."
"No."
"You're stealing toys!"
"One more word about the toys and I am killing them as hostage."
"They're toys!"
"Sacred living beings!"
"Property!"
"People!"
"Unless they got AI, they're not people!"
Zurg looked toward his rope then toward the bundle in his arms, the expensive material in his arms, then toward the very alive counterpart, who was aiming the laser at him. Same person, different voice. Inwardly, the android smiled, grinning, pleased. He could get away with a illusion, to mark his departure home, where he would make everything right, the way that it should be, and mend things back together in what a scientist could do.
"Try and stop me, Lightyear!"
Zurg yanked the cord then he were being dragged in the direction of the portal clenching the material in his arms tightly as the counterpart of Buzz Lightyear and other Space Rangers fired at him. Zurg cackled, laughing, gleefully, almost demented, feeling fine as rain as the portal came closer and closer, going over the wreckage he had personally created, his form becoming covered in laser shoot and coated in dents.
"So long, Lightyear!"
Zurg had a long evil laugh as he went home clutching the toys feeling like his old self.
Cloning time.