Syndrome
Syndrome pushed his way to the front of the line.
"Oh Syndrome, you must be wired to go in, go on ahead."
Syndrome walked into the house of horrors (call it what you want...) and walked up to a round ball. "Cool a ride!" He went into it, and after much screams and laughter, he got off at a door marked 'The Incredibles.' He entered the room and saw himself on top of a robot, beneath him was a plaque that read...
Here lies Syndrome the hero turned villain,
Who's inventions did all the killing.
He invented a thing,
Whos circuits would bring,
His death which wasn't very chilling.
Syndrome looked back up to boiling hot lava, he walked towards it. A force field, he thought as he put his hand to the lava. Then he saw a rusted, battered up wristband with broken buttons on his arm. He pressed one of the working ones and heard a noise behind him. He saw a battered, rusted robot with circuits hanging out of its rotted holes.
The robot's arm spun and cut off one of Syndromes arms. His screams of pain was halted when the robot picked him up by the leg. Syndrome jabbed the wristband into his head, pieces stuck into his scalp as the robot froze. Syndrome broke free and got closer to the robot. "What is this thing," he said to himself as he put his remaining hand on it.
One of the robots circuits touched his wristband and he heard a noise behind him. He turned to lava rushing into the room. Syndrome felt a sharp pain, then was completely submerged...