Hey guys! This chapter was really fun to write - I really liked diving into the two different sides of the narrator in this scene. You'll know who I'm talking about when you read the chapter. Have fun!

(Disclaimer - see Chapter 1)

Chapter 3:

A Nobody

I had heard the story. Everyone on Lord Business's side had heard the story. Heck, I had been hired because of the story.

But after eight and a half years of waiting, I had almost lost hope – and by hope, I mean belief that it would end up happening – that it would ever happen. And at the time, I was thrilled. I mean, the mech that Business was making had been finished, and in just a few days, it would be released to the world.

But then it happened. Someone, a construction worker, had stumbled upon the Piece of Resistance. Some of Business's robots had found him and brought him to the Bricksburg headquarters, and Business had assigned me to interrogate him.

But for some reason, he hadn't told me who the perpetrator was. I didn't know why. All I knew was that I had to keep my other side in control.

I walked into the interrogation room, and there he was. Brown hair, disheveled – presumably from the fall into the Piece of Resistance's cavern. Closed eyes and yellow skin, and a rising and sinking belly. He wasn't dead, just unconscious. Under him, I could see a red thingamajig – the Piece, I thought.

But even with the Piece stuck to his back and his construction worker outfit on, I recognized him. I could never forget the last time I had seen him – neither part of me could.

It was Emmet Brickowski. An old friend had become a new enemy. So that's why Business didn't tell me his name.

But that wasn't the point. I needed to do my job, or I'd be fired – and this was what I was made for. They would never welcome me back after what I'd done to them. So I leaned over Emmet.

"Wakey wakey," I said. "Where did you find the Piece of Resistance? Where are the others hiding?"

He started to stir, but not fast enough. "Good morning, apartment," he mumbled deliriously.

"WAKE UP!" I yelled, and that startled him awake. "Where did you find the Piece of Resistance?"

"The Piece of what?" he asked, but I knew him too well to be deceived. Master Builders were extremely good actors.

"The Piece of Resistance," I said, enunciating every word. "Where is it?"

Just to make him a little nervous, I threw a swivel chair in his direction.

"I don't even know what that is! Or where I am! Or what's happening!" he yelled, and I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. But I hid my feelings and kept on interrogating.

"What's happening?" I mocked. "Playing dumb, Master Builder?"

"I'm not…Master Builder?" Emmet said, obviously trying to act like he had no clue who he was.

"Oh, so you've never heard of the Prophecy?"

"Uh…no?"

"Or the Special?"

"No, I…"

"You're a LIAR!" I yelled. It always made me furious when someone wouldn't answer a single darn question, and whenever I was furious, I always liked to take my anger out on something inanimate, something that couldn't fight back. Over the years, I had found the average swivel chair to be the perfect vehicle for venting my frustration.

"Look, um…I watch a lot of cop shows on TV," Emmet said in between scooting around to avoid my chair throws. "Isn't there…isn't there supposed to be a good cop?"

I thought this would be an okay time to show him the other side of me, so I said, "Oh, yes. But we're not done yet."

I closed my eyes hard and shook my head. Suddenly, I no longer felt like throwing around a chair. I felt like I wanted to be a friend to anyone and everyone. The transformation had worked.

"Hi, buddy!" I said. "I'm your friendly neighborhood police officer. Would you like a glass of water?"

"Um, yeah, actually…" he said. I figured that a few sentences was enough for now, so I closed my eyes again and shook my head, and my chair-throwing attitude was back.

"Too bad!" I said, knocking the glass of something that had been placed there before I had come in off of the desk that it was on.

"Security cameras picked up this," I said. "Boom!" I pressed a button on a remote for the nearby TV screen, and the TV flickered to life, showing the man walking up to something, then turning red and bouncing all over the cavern.

"You were found convulsing with a strange piece after hours," I said. I felt like those were the best terms to describe it, seeing as though even I had no idea what had happened in that cavern.

"That's disgusting!" he said. It seemed like he had no idea, either.

"Then why is it permanently stuck to your back?" I asked. I was surprised he hadn't realized himself – he had usually been the one to have the gut feelings before the incident.

He looked behind him, saw the Piece on his back, and started screaming, knocking chairs all over the room. And I thought I was volatile.

"It's chasing me!" he said, which obviously wasn't true. I needed a little bit better of an attitude, so I switched back to my good side.

"Please, you gotta believe me! I have no idea how this thing got stuck to my back," he said.

"Of course, buddy. I believe you," I said in the high-pitched voice that came with the gig.

"Thank you!" Emmet said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I…"

I switched over again and ran to the other side of the desk.

"I 'believe' you, too," I said. "You see the quotations I'm making with my hands? It means I don't believe you."

I jumped on him, which startled him a bit. Slowly, I pushed him to the ground.

"Why would you show up with that…thing on your back just three days before Lord Business is going to use the Kragle to end the world?" I asked. Typical move – try to threaten someone and give away the big plan that we were trying to keep secret. But I didn't care. I just wanted to let him know exactly why I didn't believe him.

"President Business is going to end the world?" Emmet asked, and I knew I had done something wrong, revealing the plan to someone who would probably tell it to some of his Master Builder friends.

Of course, then he went right back into "regular ordinary guy mode." "But he's such a good guy!" he said. "And Octan, they make such good stuff!"

He then launched into a laundry list of all the things Octan did, and he got a little scared when he realized they made the surveillance machines, history books, and voting machines. Just so that he didn't get too far with his train of thought, I pushed him down to the ground and said, "Come on! You can't be that stupid."

"Look," Emmet said. "This is nothing more than just a simple misunderstanding. I'm just a regular, ordinary guy who's late to meet my best friends in the world. They're probably saying right now, 'Hey, where's Emmet?' 'Hey, where's my best friend Emmet?' Just ask my friends – they'll tell you."

I could hear the panic in his voice. But I was one step ahead of him.

"Oh, we asked them, all right." I grabbed the remote and "boomed" the TV to life.

The first interviewee came onto the screen. "That guy's…not a criminal mastermind," he said.

"See?" Emmet said.

Another guy came on the screen. "Yeah, he's just your average, normal kind of guy."

"Thank you," Emmet said. He opened his mouth to continue proving his point, but then the man on the screen continued talking.

"But you know, he's not normal like us," the man said. "He's just…not that special."

I watched as the relieved look on Emmet's face disappeared. Another girl came on the screen.

"Wait, I'm so confused…" she said. "Who is this guy?" She looked a little closer at the picture of Emmet that a robot was showing her. "Wait, does he work with us?"

"Gail doesn't…remember me?" Emmet muttered to himself.

The man who was on before Gail came back on the screen, saying, "Look at Randy here. He likes sausage. That's something! Gail's perky. That's something! And Harry, well…"

The camera cut to another man.

"When you say Harry, I start laughing hysterically. When you say the other guy, I go…'Who's that?'"

Emmet's face fell.

Another man, who could only be described as the personification of Crush from Finding Nemo, said, "I know that guy, but I know, like, zippy-zap about him."

"We just talked earlier!" Emmet said, but it was more to himself than to me or Crush.

The Bricksburg barista came on next. "You know, he's just sort of a…sort of a blank slate, I guess."

A tear ran down Emmet's face.

The man from the very beginning came back on for the last clip. "You know, we all have something that makes us something, and Emmet is…nothing."

I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him, and I was tempted to switch to my good side and sympathize even more. But I had to stay stoic.

Emmet looked away from the TV and from me. "There you go," he said. "I told you I was a nobody."

"Exactly," I said, betraying my feelings. "It's the perfect cover."

"Cover?" he said in disbelief. "Cover for what?"

I sighed and turned on my walkie-talkie. "I can't break him! Take him to the melting chamber."

"No, no, no, no, NO!" Emmet screamed. It was a scream that rivaled his realization about the Piece. "You have to believe me! Do you have any proof that I am a Master Builder?"

I nodded. "It's on your back."

He looked back at the Piece, knowing he was stuck in a losing battle.

After a little bit of walking, we arrived at the chamber. I locked him in, and he started screaming again, fully realizing what was going on.

"You're going to melt me?" he said. "Am I going to die?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "You'll live," I said. "You'll be fine."

He sighed with relief.

Suddenly I felt a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone, and I saw Lord Business's Caller ID on my phone – TacoBusiness0716.

I switched back to my bad side and answered the phone.

"Yes, Lord Business?"

"How did the interrogation go?" he asked.

"Pretty badly," I said. "I couldn't break him, but he's in the melting chamber as we speak."

"What did you tell him?"

"I've told him he'll live so he doesn't try to escape," I said. "But, as you know…" I looked back at Emmet and said, "I'm lying to him."

"Good," Business said. "You're dismissed."

I turned off the phone and walked towards the door.

"What did he just say?" I heard Emmet say.

But I didn't hear anything else. I was out the door.

I really hope you liked the chapter! Little fun fact for you: Lord Business's Caller ID wasn't shown in the movie, so I made it up myself - and while the Taco and Business parts are obvious, the 0716 is based on July 16, which is Will Ferrell's birthday. I thought something like that would be cool to throw in.

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