Author's Note: I DESPERATELY needed a side project that was at least somewhat related to the story I've been writing on and off for the past 10 years or so, so I thought I'd give one of my main characters from said story an adventure in one of my favorite child-hood cartoons. I mainly write in the screenplay format for character dialogue so, sorry in advance if you're not a fan of that kind of format.
Feel free to ask questions if you're curious. Constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated.

Prologue-A Defeat To Remember

Lightspeed was caught off guard when the giant and malformed hand of the nightmarish creature he referred to as the "Void Entity" pierced the dimensional barrier and snatched his right leg in it's grasp before pulling him back into it's domain on his back.

The breach in the barrier sealed itself the second the creature pulled Lightspeed into it's domain, like always.

These abductions and attempts on Lightspeed's life as he knew it were nothing new, and had been in fact infrequently occurring for over a year by this point, but that still didn't make his encounters with the creature he had grown VERY undesirably accustomed to having to fight for his life against any less terrifyingly nerve wracking.

After all, the creature simply killing and being done with him was one of the BEST possible outcomes if he lost his footing so to speak in the "dance of death" that was about to begin.

This "dance of death" wouldn't be their first, and provided that Lightspeed didn't lose, it sadly wouldn't be their last.

The blinding lack of light came first, the dimension the creature called home was nothing but an entropic amalgamation of the dessicated corpses of the countless other planes of existence that it had conquered and absorbed after all.

The release of the creature's grip on Lightspeed's leg came first, like always, man-made concepts such as "honor" weren't alien to the creature after all, it seemed to have no desire for a victory that wasn't at least earned.

That was one of the MANY things that terrified Lightspeed the most about the creature, and that was the fact that it was just as sentient and sapient as he was, making the line between himself and the creature uncomfortably thin.

Another terrifying concept that made shivers run down Lightspeed's back when he even so much as gave it a millisecond of thought, was the possibility that it was just as smart if notsmarter than he was.

Lightspeed's eyes adjusted to the lack of light earlier than usual, and he got up off of his back before the second and final thingthat occurs in the "routine" that normally plays out before the fighting for his life even begins.

Said second and final thing usually involved the creature lightly stomping on him a single time as if saying "get up, it's time to fight."

Like always, the creature filled Lightspeed with an odd mixture of hatred and primal terror when looked upon after he stood up.

The caustic mixture of the two emotions never ceased to get the innermost and most primal parts of his brain running on overdrive.

Lightspeed knew deep down that a part of him loved it when the most primitive and primal parts of his mind took the reins as all that made him who he was was temporarily reduced to nothing but auxiliary gray matter.

The creature was the first to make its move like always, along with the creature's first strike came the inevitable and somewhat addictive rush that came with combat as Lightspeed narrowly back stepped out of the path of one of the creature's many hands and claws.

Lightspeed retaliated in kind, crushing the creature's thumb knuckle under his armored right foot, the usual course of retaliation for when it attempted to flatten him under it's palm.

Lightspeed had long since found out, that try as he might, the creature couldn't be killed in the place it called home, so all he could do was maim it in hopes of driving it off long enough for him to escape back home.

The counter-counter-blow came, and unlike before, Lightspeed wasn't ready for it, with a simple flick of the creature's middle finger, Lightspeed was sent flying through the air as if he was a cockroach being flicked off a dinner table by a person.

The initial impact of the creature's middle finger across Lightspeed's chest would've turned anything above the waist into a bloody pile of viscera and bone chunks had it not been for the interlocking plate armor he was already wearing before this nightmare began, but that still didn't stop all of the energy transfer, the armor didn't have much padding, operator comfort was never something that came to mind when Lightspeed designed and made something after all.

The terror came first, the shattered ribs came second, the immediate and intense pain that normally accompanied the latter came third, and the headfirst breaching of another dimensional barrier that was entirely unrelated to his own came fourth.