CRASH! A loud sound came from down the hallways of Billy's domain. Running from a cloud of purtide smells and red smoke, Randy found himself fleeing into the dark hallway that lay ahead of his, trying to dodge bits and chunks of broken glass that flew in his direction. As he ran, Randy passed several of the formerly employees and workers, who were paininting the walls a sort of gold color. Randy was confused by this, but kept running, in fear of the large army of robots persuing him. Randy glanced behind him, as the robots chased him down the suddenly flashy corridor. Randy pulled off his scarf, latched it onto the ceiling, and swung up into the rafters. There, he found a steady stream of pipes, just big enough to waslk, and balance on. The pipes were cold, as if freezing water was running through them. Randy didn't have time to shiver, but felt the cold essence run up his spine as he darted above everything and everyone else. Randy looked down at the floor, noticing the bright, red carpet below him. The golden walls, the purple leopard print, and the many picture frames the strangely silent workers were hanging up. Randy decided that seeing how McFist hadn't been the showiest type of person, or the most vibrent, it may be wise to look into the sudden change. Randy curled into a ball, tucking his scark and sword in, in hopes the robots would not see him. His black suit blended in perfectly with the dreary pipes, and the robots ran by, knocking over people as they passed. Randy sighed, and using his scarf, he lowered himself down to the ground. It seemed the people didn't seem to care who he was, and that he was the Ninja. Randy took their groaning, and occasional waves a sign of welcome. This meant he was free to roam, and maybe pick up a bit of knowledge on the way. Billy walked slowly through the halls, taking in every detail. He couldn't help but notice all the pictures were of...Billy Joe Cobra? Confused, Randy shrugged his shoulders, guessing that it may be all a part of McFist's plan. After all, he did have the real one. Didn't he? Suddenly, just as Randy walked by a janitors closet, someone pulled him in. Randy quickly hit the tile ground and groaned in pain. He sat up, eyes narrowed at whoever had done it.

"Hey! What was that-"

"SHHHHH!"

Said what was now revealed to be a janitor. The man looked scared as he held his fingers up to silence Randy. The janitor peeked out the door, and closed it. He loked the door, and sat in a fetal position on the ground.

"You h-have to be quiet...they might find us!"

"They? Who's they?"

Randy asked, curious as to who the man could be talking about.

"T-That ghost! He's turned everyone into zombies and I...I thought I was the only one!"

Randy stood up, brushing himself off. He kicked aside some buckets and rolls of toilet paper, staring down at the broken man as he went on.

"Wait, you're...THE NINJA!"

The janitor sat up, shaking Randy's hand warmly and quickly. Randy pulled his hand away.

"Oh, thank goodness! I thought no one would come!"

"COME FOR WHAT?!"

Randy yelled, growing impatient. The janitor pointed towards the door. He slowly got up, unlocked it, and opened it a tiny bit. Sure enough, a purple mirage drifted past the door. His head was held high, and his hands were behind his back.

"Billy...Joe...Cobra..."

Randy's eyes widened. Had he been right all along? Billy truly was evil! Wasn't he? Rand clenched his sword tighter and growled. He would have attacked, if not for a boy stumbling behind him. It was Spencer. As Billy floated past, Spencer followed him with a camera, filming his every movement. Billy snapped, and Spencer's pace quickened. Randy's eyes grew larger.

"What-?!"

"That there boy...looks like he got it too."

The janitor pulled out a small compact disk player and some pink headphones. He gave them to Randy and pointed out.

"Take these. He can't get'cha if you can't hear his music."

And with that, the man ran out quickly. Randy reached out to stop him, but when he couldn't, he frowned, and put in the headphones anyway. He turned it on, and to his disappointment, found it to be a 90's pop group playing. Oh well. At least he was safe from Billy. Randy slowly crept out of the room, and swung back onto the pipes up above. Maybe he could get more info elsewhere. For now, though, Randy would have to settle for what he had. The first place he wanted to visit was the laboratory. Maybe he could get a few helpful clues there? With that, Billy set off in the presumed direction of the laboratory.