Nevi here. Well, here's me saying: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.
Chapter Three
Beast Boy was extremely bored. He and Cyborg had had enough video games for now, both getting tired of their constant quarrel, and he was heading down the hall toward his room. He paused for a moment to think what fun thing he could possibly do in his room that wouldn't quickly bore him to death again. Thinking of nothing, he decided to snoop around in someone else's room. Whenever he went into Raven's room, he would get into all kinds of trouble, also the case when it came to Cyborg's room. Robin's room would probably be pretty boring, as all he did was train and research. This left Starfire's room to be inspected. And since she and Robin had gone on an outing, what better time then now?
The green boy crept down the hall to Star's quarters and got into a secret agent act. Glancing around with haste, he morphed into a minuscule insect and squeezed under the door. Transforming back into his usual self, his eyes took in the sickening image of the room in front of him. The mass amount of girliness, such as the sickening pinks and purples the bedroom was decorated in, was enough to make him gag. "Deep breath, Beast Boy," he thought to himself. "Calm down and try to focus on the mission: anti-boredom." Feeling relief rush throughout his body, he began rummaging through every inch of Starfire's living space, though making sure that everything that did not interest him was put back in a manner so that it was exactly the way he found it. Some intriguing things included a journal, a box of gifts she was hiding until holidays, and a Magic Date Ball. These things entertained him for a while. But as he was fooling with the Magic Date Ball, something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Beast Boy turned to see an open box filled with packing peanuts just thrown carelessly on the floor of her closet. Upon inspection, he realized it was the package that had came earlier that day. Not only was BB shocked, he was more than a little annoyed that she had kept its contents a secret. THIS would be what he spent his time figuring out.
In a matter of seconds, he returned all items he had scattered about the room back to their rightful places. The shape-shifter then did a troublesome task: he thought. A lightbulb appeared over his head as he came up with the conclusion that if the box had been tossed in such a careless fashion, whatever was in the box would surely be in such a state. Pleased with himself, Beast Boy searched the room from corner to corner, finding nothing. But then he knew where the package's contents must be: the only place he hadn't looked yet, under her bed.
Sure enough, as he lifted the bedskirt to reveal the small trunk that Starfire had been staring at hours earlier, he winced in pain. The glowing light emanating from the chest had grown several times brighter since Star had been examining it. Opening his eyes, Beast Boy took in the odd design of the trunk. He instantly knew why Starfire hadn't shown the team her new treasure. It was a special little puzzle box that she aimed to solve herself! Well BB knew one thing for sure: she was NOT going to be the one to solve it. He alone would be The Almighty Beast Boy, Master of the Little Treasure-Trunk-Thingy. With that thought in his mind, he scooped up the chest in his hand and sprinted out of Star's room toward his own to give the puzzle device a crack.
Cyborg was almost as bored as Beast Boy. He had tried surfing the net on his computer for some cool new gadgets or car parts or just anything that could be remotely interesting, but he came up with nothing. Today was just not his day, it seemed. Having nothing else to do, he called up Bumblebee to check on how she was doing with filling in for the Titans.
"Hey, Bee! Whatcha up to?" Cyborg said as cheerfully as he could.
"Oh, nothing. JUST FIGHTING SOME BAD GUYS! What on Earth do you THINK I'm doing?" An eardrum-splitting bang could be heard.
"Do you need some help with that? I could hop over in the T-Car, if you want."
"No, thanks, I'm a big girl, Cyborg, I don't need your help. Except... could you run a search on Professor Danil? We might have a lead that could help sa–" BOOM! The line went dead, leaving Cy to guess what she was about to say.
Hesitantly, the half-man, half-robot leaned slightly over his computer keyboard to search the local database for the professor.
Search For: Professor Danil
Look In: Jump City Residents Database
Preferences: Exact Match
GO!
Cyborg found a decent result as soon as he pressed the GO! button. He clicked the link and started skimming through his biography.
Professor Gary Danil, age 46, has been working in his apartment laboratory for the last seven years... He has been recently developing cures for many ailments, many of which are so bizarre they are never treated. His latest venture has been developing a cure for...
"NO WAY!" Cyborg was shocked. There was not a chance that this could be true. If it was, Beast Boy was in for a big surprise.