A/N: First of all, thank you for the overwhelming response I got to the first chapter. I didn't know that it would be so popular! Also, I'm a bit sorry to say this, but a lot of you gave me tons of ideas and I couldn't really put all of them here in this one chapter, at least not yet, also because I don't know a lot of the things you guys requested and it might take some time for me to think up their roles. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Grima was given some first-aid, another batch of cookies was made, and then the audition continued with some new guards being added.
"Who's the next candidate?" he asked.
"There are two of them… they're called Master Hand and Crazy Hand," Morgan said.
Just then, the room went dark, and there were dual sounds of laughter from somewhere. Then, two hands came out from somewhere, with the right one moving smoothly and the left hand moving erratically.
They then began making strange motions.
"Oh! Oh! This is sign language!" Morgan said. "I recognize it!"
Truth was though, Morgan had just looked it up on the Internet one day and quit after a week, and so she didn't really know that much.
"So, tell me about yourself," Grima said.
The two of them began making some weird hand motions.
"They're saying… that they're brothers… and were born from an egg laid by a kangaroo. Then, they were separated at birth and one of them was raised by a werewolf and the other by a vampire." Morgan said.
The Hands had actually said that it was none of Grima's business where they came from, but Morgan had misinterpreted their meaning, so Grima just scratched his head, confused. Surely kangaroos didn't lay eggs?
"Okay, why should I hire you?" Grima asked.
The Hands then made some more movements.
"They're asking, 'Actually, we were going to ask why we should work for you,'" Morgan said, this time getting the sign language correct.
Grima snorted. On the one hand he didn't like people who appeared needy during job interviews, but these guys just sounded way too overconfident for him.
"Well, I'm an evil dragon who has pretty much taken over all the world already," Grima said. "Anything else?"
The Hands then made some other motions.
"They're saying that they'll join you if you can beat them in a game of rock-paper-scissors," Morgan said.
Grima held up his fist as the two hands started shaking their fists together, and said, "Rock-paper-scissors, and, shoot!"
Grima made a rock, while Crazy Hand made scissors, and Master Hand made paper.
It was then that Grima realized that he had been punk'd.
Crazy Hand then launched himself (or herself, we can't go around assuming stuff after all) at Grima, but he deflected it easily and said, "Next!"
The next guy to come was someone who looked like he was dressed up like a Christmas Elf, only he was a lot larger and way fatter.
"Who is this guy?" Grima asked as he turned to Morgan.
"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past," the guy said.
It was then that Grima realized that the guy was telling the truth. Because, when he looked into the guy's eyes, he saw Christmas from the past.
More specifically, he saw the Christmas. The Christmas where Morgan had decided to celebrate by dressing up the Risen as Christmas elves, and then Grima had killed Santa Claus… and…. and…
To be honest, it had gone so horribly wrong that Grima started hyperventilating at the mere thought of it.
"That's it!" Grima shouted. "Get out! Get out!"
"You're not even going to ask why I'm here?" the Ghost of Christmas Past asked. "You're not going to wonder why I've suddenly turned evil because I've been neglected and underpaid and-"
"I don't care!" Grim shouted. "Just get out of my sight!"
The Ghost of Christmas Past looked at the Fell Dragon rebelliously and said, "In that case, I'm taking a cookie."
"No!" Grima shouted but it was too late. The Ghost of Christmas Past had taken a cookie and vanished. He then turned to Morgan. "Just why did you give him an interview?"
"But Daddy," Morgan said. "He had the word 'Christmas' in his name. How do you say no to Christmas?"
"No," Grima said pretty sternly. "Next!"
The next person to enter was a guy with messy brown hair and dressed in a white lab coat.
"Do tell us about yourself," Grima said after rubbing his forehead.
"Oh, my name is Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said. "Well, if I had to introduce myself, I'd guess I'd have to start at the very beginning. You see, I don't think you could say that I ever had a very bright childhood. I guess you could say that my parents never really cared for me, and they were always putting my elder brother Roger ahead of me and-"
"Ugh," Grima groaned. "Can you please get the specifics, you know, which are relevant to this job?"
"Oh, I see," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said. "Well, I've had along experience in being evil, and I've made a lot of inventions to take over the entire Tri-State area."
Grima leaned over to Morgan and whispered, "What's the Tri-State area?"
Morgan shuffled through some papers. "My sources say that it is about as big as Plegia, and much more densely populated."
Grima frowned. "Aren't your 'sources' a group of squirrels you trained by looking up videos on the Internet?"
"Yes," Morgan said.
Grima turned to Dr. Doofenshmirtz. "So, were you eventually successful in these endeavors to take over this Tri-State area?"
"Oh, yes, eventually," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said.
"So you technically already have an area as big as Plegia under your control?" Grima asked, now much more interested in hiring the doctor.
"Uh, well, no not really," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said. "I did control it, but gave it up later."
"Why?" Grima asked.
"Well, you know, thing is that I have a teenage daughter named Vanessa, and she got this internship, and me being the whole Tri-State Governor thing was getting in the way, so long story short I left it," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said. "I mean, really, you don't know how hard it is being a self-proclaimed dictator and trying to raise a teenage daughter at the same time."
"Actually, I do," Grima said as he glanced over to Morgan, who was no longer paying attention to the interview and was now looking up photos of kittens on the Internet on her phone. "So, why do you want to join me then?"
"Well, you know, Vanessa's all grown up now, and she's sort of moved along, and I've been left not really doing anything but trying to sleep fourteen hours a day and teaching yoga classes at my community health center, but then I saw this ad and was like, why not go back to the good ol' days, you know?" Dr. Doofenshmirtz said.
"Well," Grima said, "I have to say that based on your caliber, I've decided to give you this-"
Grima didn't get further as something blue just shot up next to him.
"A platypus?" Dr. Doofenshmirtz wondered. The platypus put on a hat. "Perry the Platypus?"
Perry then handed over a series of photos to Grima, photos that showed Dr. Doofenshmirtz in his childhood days, as well as some of those embarrassing Internet videos about him.
"Okay," Grima said. "After seeing these things I've decided that I can't hire you."
"Oh well," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said, now slightly depressed. He glanced at his watch and said, "Well, if I want to get fourteen hours of sleep today, I better start right now." He yawned, and said, "Curse you Perry the Platypus." He walked out and also added, "Cure you Grima the Fell Dragon."
Perry the Platypus, for that matter, was also gone now.
"What's a platypus?" Morgan asked.
"They don't do much," Grima said. "And they're the only mammals that lay eggs."
"You mean like kangaroos?"
"No, kangaroos do not lay eggs, and I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Just what have you been learning in your biology classes?"
"Uh, you burnt down our school while we were in the middle of the school year."
"Oh, so this is all my fault now?" Grima asked sarcastically.
"Uh, actually it pretty much is," Morgan answered. Grima rolled his eyes.
"Call in the next guy," Grima said. He then amended, "Or girl. You know, because gender equality and all that other refined bovine waste."
"If you're really for gender equality, why doesn't this job come with maternity leave?" Morgan quipped. "Isn't that kind of sexist?"
"I'm not sexist," Grima said. "I pay my male and my female workers the same: nothing. See, there's no wage gap when you're part of the Grimleal."
As it turned out, the next guy was as a matter of fact, a guy, and decided to make quite an entrance into the place by swinging into it, and after sticking to the roof, jumping down into the chair.
The guy took off the mask and said, "Hello everyone. I'm Peter Parker, you friendly neighborhood Spiderman."
Grima turned to Morgan and whispered. "Why did you give this guy an interview?"
"He has a lot of excellent powers and stuff," Morgan whispered back.
"Are you kidding me! The guy is going around dressing up like a giant red bug, and calls himself Spiderman!" Grima tried to whisper back.
"What would he call himself then?" Morgan asked.
"I don't know, maybe something that didn't say, 'I have a bug fetish and also suffer from low self-esteem,'" Grima replied.
"You guys do realize I can hear everything you're saying, right?" Peter asked.
Grima smoothed out his coat and turned to Peter. "So, do tell me a bit about yourself."
"You see, it all started back in this school trip when I was bitten by a radioactive spider," Peter said. "Then, my uncle was killed and I became a superhero and decided to use my powers of sticking to surface, my heightened reflexes, etc. And by the way, spiders aren't actually bugs, they're classified as arachnid-"
"Alright, alright," Grima said, interrupting him. "Why then do you want to join us? I thought that you're actually, well, you know, supposed to be a hero and stuff."
"Oh it is kind of a long story," Peter said. "At the beginning it started off with the news, especially Jameson really tearing me down and stuff, but I sort of kind of sucked it up, but then I wanted to join the Avengers. So then, S.H.I.E.L.D. told me I could join them but then made me do a bunch of stuff first to 'prove my worthiness' like asking me to clean the Helicarrier using only my toothbrush, making me clean up all the litter in central park, putting on puppet shows for kids, etc. you know. But then when the time came for me to join the Avengers, I was apparently told that I needed my parent's signatures to join."
"What's wrong in that?" Morgan asked.
"My parents died a long time ago," Peter said. "And it turns out that they never really wanted to let me in and put those stuff of me doing stuff on the Internet under titles like 'Spiderman Cleans the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier Using His Toothbrush' or 'Scrawny Kid Screams Like A Girl And Wets His Pants' and stuff."
"That sounds awful," Morgan said. "So then you decided to become a villain."
"Yes, but that comes way later," Peter said. "I first decided to make my own new team along with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
"What happened then?" Grima asked.
"They rejected me because I wasn't a turtle," Peter said. "And so, I then decided that I needed to seek help and enlightenment, so I went on a journey to the top of Mount Everest where there was a monk who was said to know the answers to everything in the universe. After several weeks of painful and difficult travelling, I finally managed to reach the man's shrine. I then asked him, 'What is the meaning of life?'"
"What did he say?" Grima asked.
"Uh, well, he sort of said something, but the thing was that he only spoke Tibetan, and it was at that very moment when my journey was complete that I realized that I had left my Tibetan-to-English dictionary back at home, and so the entire thing was for nothing. I did however realize though that the universe enjoyed messing with me, so I was going to go around and mess with the universe, and so decided to become evil."
Grima nodded. "Well, Mr. Parker, I have to say that of all the candidates that we've interviewed, you are certainly are the most promising. So, I just want to say, welcome-"
"I have just one question," Peter said. "What is that?"
He was pointing to Grima's emblem that was on a huge banner. "That's my symbol of power," Grima replied.
"It looks like a butterfly," Peter replied. "I mean, as a symbol of an evil overlord, it looks kind of girlie, don't you think?"
There was silence. Dead silence, as Morgan and the guards knew that Peter had just made the worst mistake of his life. The guards and Morgan began to inch away from Grima, who had a curiously blank expression on his face for an instant.
Suddenly, Peter felt his Spider-senses tingling and he jumped away from the chair as it was obliterated to pieces.
"That is the sacred mark of the Fell Dragon!" Grima shouted. "HOW DARE YOU DISPRESPECT IT?"
Peter sensibly ran out of the room. Grima sighed and began rubbing his forehead, where several veins appeared to have burst. "I just don't get it. Why must this be so hard?"
"It's alright Daddy," Morgan said. "As long as we believe in each other, right?"
"I don't believe in you," Grima said.
"But I believe in you twice as much," Morgan replied with conviction.
"Morgan, if I don't believe in you at all, and you believe in me twice as much, that also means that you don't believe in me at all," Grima replied.
Their conversation, however, was interrupted as a huge, green thing wearing purple pants burst into the room shouting, "Where is bug man? Hulk want bug man!"
Grima stood up. "If you're looking for that idiot, I won't stop you, but who are you to barge in here and ask me for something? And for that matter, you've gotten dirt all over the floor with your filthy feet."
The Hulk's eyes narrowed and he growled at Grima. Grima puffed out his chest and said, "Listen, I am a god you dull creature. And I will not be bullied by-"
Grima didn't get any further as the Hulk smashed him like he did to Loki at the end of the first Avengers movie.
Once he was done with that, the Hulk ate all the cookies kept on the desk and marched out, muttering, "Puny god."
Morgan and the guards walked up to the crater that Grima was in. "Should I call a medic, Daddy?"
Grima was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, and an expression he usually wore while remembering the Christmas. He nodded slowly.
A/N: And that ends this chapter. Thanks for reading all you guys, and I'm kind of sorry I can't put down all of your choices as I don't know some of them and I need to think about what to write with the others, but I enjoyed listening to them and if you have any more ideas I'm open to them as well. Also, sorry that it took a bit of time to update, I was busy and all.
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