Hey guys! This chapter will give you a few more hints about the eventual twist. If you have an idea what the twist will be (and you have a Fanfiction account), PM me, and I'll let you know if you're right. Just don't tell anyone else! It's a twist for a reason.

(Disclaimer - see Chapter 1)

Chapter 4:

Against the Instructions

Phew, I sighed. He's gone. Now I can go in and find the Special.

I had been waiting outside the window of the melting chamber for hours – the Special would be strong-willed enough to end up in there – trying to see if he or she was in there. While I hadn't been able to see that much, I was able to see Bad Cop leave the room, so I was safe. I couldn't handle him, but I could sure handle robots.

I put my hood on and pried open a window to let me get inside. The first thing I heard was a scream of pain. Quickly, I turned my head…and there was a man, with brown hair and a construction worker's outfit on, a laser pointing into his back.

And on his back was the Piece.

This was it. In front of my very eyes was the Special. And I was determined to save him.

As a robot cranked up the heat on the melting machine, I snuck up behind him, knocked him out of the way, and shot the laser towards another spot in the room. A group of robots blew up, and the others started to scatter. But I wasn't done.

I turned the laser off and jumped down, pulling off a robot's arm and using it to knock another robot unconscious. Slowly but surely, I fought my way towards a ladder leading directly to the Special. I climbed up said ladder and took an axe that I had acquired from the robots and raised it above my head, like an executioner.

I could tell the Special, who could only half-see me from his constraints, thought the same thing. He cringed and ducked the slightest bit.

I brought the axe down, cutting off the man's chains. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands in awe.

And then he looked up. My eyes widened.

It was him. It was the man I'd seen on the construction site and run away from.

It was Emmet.

After so many years, I was almost surprised to see him again. I knew he wouldn't remember me, but I also knew that the spell might've half-worked – and he could still be the one.

"It's you!" he said.

For a second, I thought he was starting to remember, but then I realized that he was probably thinking about what had occurred on the construction site. But this was my chance to be a true Master Builder and be welcoming.

I held out my hand. "Come with me if you want to not-die," I said.

He smiled and reached for my hand.

And then the door opened. There was Good Cop, holding some sort of croissant and smiling.

"Hi, everyone!" he said. "How's the melting going?"

Then he saw us. He switched over to Bad Cop and grabbed a laser gun.

"RED ALERT!" he yelled. "I need everyone, I repeat, everyone to go after the Special!"

"Go! Run!" I yelled at Emmet. He didn't need to be told twice.

We ran over to the pried-open window, and we jumped out. Well, I did. He fell out and got his head stuck in a garbage can.

I looked back. "Oh, sir, you're brilliant," I said. I grabbed the garbage can off of his head. "We'll build a motorcycle out of the alleyway."

I jumped up to a ledge and looked out at the supposed junk lying around. I grabbed piece after piece, putting them together to make a motorcycle.

"So, I, uh…didn't catch your name," Emmet said, "or what we're, uh, doing here."

Why was he acting like a moron? We both knew he wasn't one.

"Sir," I said. "It's brilliant that you pretended to be a useless nobody…but you can drop the act with me. It's cool."

"The act?" he asked, like he had no clue what I was talking about. Before he could say another word, I flipped the motorcycle over to make it rideable.

"Whoa!" he said.

"Jump on," I said. I revved the engine and grabbed his hand as I started to drive. He started screaming his head off. Typical of a Master Builder – doing his own thing, no matter what anyone else told him to do. That was one of the things I loved about Master Builders.

We sped out of the alleyway, and I ran the motorcycle up an escalator and onto a train rail.

"Watch out!" Emmet yelled.

I looked ahead – and a car was in front of us. "Hold on!" I called back as I jumped over the car. "We need to find Vitruvius in the Old West and tell him that the Piece has been found."

"Oh, no," Emmet said.

"What?" I asked. I looked back at the rail, and a motorcycle was on it, driving towards us. I grabbed a laser gun from my pocket and started shooting at the motorcycle. Just before it exploded, I steered our motorcycle off the rail.

"Will you please tell me what the heck is happening?" Emmet called from the back.

"I'm rescuing you, sir," I said. "You're the one the prophecy spoke of – you're the Special."

"The what?" Emmet said, acting confused.

I turned around to face him, and time seemed to slow down.

"You found the Piece of Resistance," I said. "That means you are the most talented, most interesting, and the most extraordinary person in the entire universe." I couldn't help but think of the times before the prophecy. "That's you, right?"

"Uh…" Emmet said, like he had to think about it. "Yes. That's me."

"Great," I said. "You drive."

"What?" he said.

I grabbed a grappling hook off the floor of the motorcycle and shot myself onto one of the helicopters to throw it off balance.

"I wanna go home!" I heard Emmet yell. It ended up becoming really funny when a house that was being driven somewhere else suddenly appeared in Emmet's path.

I dropped from the grappling hook and landed on a motorcycle, tearing a robot from the controls. I watched as Emmet and the motorcycle spun wildly, ramming into most of the robot vehicles around him.

"Wow, he's amazing!" I said to myself. I knew it was futile, but I started to hope that maybe, just maybe, he remembered something.

Suddenly, I saw a laser heading towards the motorcycle I was driving. As quickly as I could, I jumped off and onto the motorcycle Emmet was on.

"That was incredible!" I said. "You're even better than the prophecy said you'd be."

"Really?" he said. He looked like a little kid who had been given a lollipop.

"Yeah," I said. "By the way, I'm Wyldstyle."

"I'm sorry," Emmet said. "What was that?"

"Wyldstyle," I repeated.

"Wait a sec – your name is Wyldstyle?"

I nodded.

"Are you a DJ?" he asked.

I sighed. He wouldn't believe how much I got asked that. "No," I said.

"So, then, on your birth certificate, it says Wyldstyle?"

Did he really think that my birth certificate said Wyldstyle anywhere on it? "Let's not talk about my name!" I said.

Suddenly I looked up and saw the entire freeway – blocked by robot cars.

I ran to the back of the motorcycle and started tinkering, as quickly as I could, to convert the vehicle into an airplane.

"Let's fly!" I called out.

"Whoa!" Emmet yelled. He had always been easily impressed.

We flew right over the cars, and the tunnel we needed to get to was fast approaching. I grabbed my phone and pressed a button to open the tunnel.

"Let's head for the secret tunnel!" I called back to Emmet.

"Wait, uh, these are the city limits," Emmet said.

"Let's just head for the tunnel," I said. The tunnel started to open.

"Wait – you want me to drive into that weird swirly thing?" he yelled, trying to jump out.

"No! Don't stop – go! Now!" I called.

"Are you insane?" he said. "That is against the instructions!"

I gasped. The spell had worked too well.

"Wait – what's your favorite restaurant?" I asked.

"Any chain restaurant," he replied.

This was getting worse and worse. "Favorite TV show?"

"Where Are My Pants?" he said with a chuckle.

"Favorite song?"

"Everything is Awesome!" Emmet sang with the biggest of smiles on his face.

"Oh, no," I said, horrified.

Emmet looked at the tunnel and started screaming. He must've thought I was talking about the tunnel with my "Oh no."

And among crashes, fires, and screams of "Darn darn darn darny darn," the makeshift airplane flew into the tunnel.

I hope you liked this chapter! When I decided to do this part from Wyldstyle's perspective, I was worried I wouldn't be able to get Bad Cop's awesome line into the story, so I'm glad I found a way.

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