The boy was utterly defeat, he didn't know what he would do from this point on. Losing his own game really did a number on him, and in such a manner as how it happened? It made him feel...pathetic. He scuffed the ground as he walked, eventually ending up standing before a water tower, one with a ladder that led directly up to it. He sighed, walking over to the base of the ladder and grabbing the side of it, reaching around it until finally landing his hand on a red button. He pressed it in, causing a hole in the ground to open up, right at the base of the ladder. He let out a sigh as he started his descent, looking around at a wonder of technology as the hole closed up behind him. It was a massive lab of sorts, the only light being that which came from the high tech simulated monitors on the shadowy, earthen walls.
Once he reached the bottom of the tall ladder, he found himself standing on an entirely pitch black floor, one which he couldn't even tell where the next step would be. He reached his foot forward, attempting to move towards one of the simulated screens, though a sudden voice stopped him from doing so.
"Not there!" a robotically altered voice echoed throughout the room.
Soon enough, the room lit up brightly, revealing it to be in a cave of sorts. The ground was made up of several different rocky platforms, with many falls and holes throughout it. They all led to a body of water underneath, one that was far, far below. The boy glanced over at where the voice came from, that being a desk with...something at it. It stood up, revealing an odd appearance. It looked like a robot, sort of like a shrunken down gundam. It was red, blue, and white in color, with a sleak design to it. It started to hover above the ground, using rocket boosters in both its hands and feet, floating over to the boy and lifting him up from the platform he stood upon.
"One more step, and I would've lost my partner just now," the robotic voice came from the suit as it carried the boy over to the desk, placing him in one of the seats around it. "That wouldn't have done me any good."
"Well, I'm not dead, am I?" the boy asked, crossing his arms.
"No, but you are late. Very late."
"I had some business to take care of."
"Ah, yes...the girl. Remind me, what did I tell you when we first met each other?"
"To prioritize our meetings above all, or some shit like that."
"Exactly...and what have you done this morning?"
"Prioritized something else."
"Right! Now...care to tell me why!? I made myself very clear before!"
The suit grabbed a chair, throwing it at the rocky wall behind the boy and causing it to bust into many pieces. The boy, however, didn't flinch.
"Listen man, it was just important. You know us teenagers and our plans, we never stick to 'em."
"Well, I'd highly suggest you start 'sticking to 'em' if you don't want me to stick you six feet under."
"And here come the threats. Man, I shouldn't be taking orders from anyone in the first place."
"You know what? Let's not do this...we have things to speak upon now, and there is no time like the present."
The suit turned around, pressing some buttons on the computer and causing the simulated screen to show a live feed of Dana's office. It let out a robotic cackle before facing its compatriot once again.
"I once again thank you for your participation in my little game, Ronald. I assure you...this will be a fruitful experience for the both of us."