Tim saw darkness for a while until a sudden light appeared. Tim didn't know if he was sailing to Heaven but then figured he was back in reality. But... but how? he asked himself repeatedly. When his eyes didn't feel like boulders, he finally opened them and discovered he was not on the street next to the Radleys' house and that Atticus Finch, Heck Tate, and the others were not right in front of him. Instead, he saw a perspex window and a table full of bubbling chemicals and lab books. Am I in some sort of Hell? Tim asked himself. He tried to move but he was cuffed to a cold, metal, tilted chair. Tim observed more of this lair. The walls were light brown and there were skeletons of various animals decorated around him. He spotted some more tubes and chemical instruments to his left. The room was lit with little light, and the light seemed to hover over him. Tim slowly laid his head back on the bench. All of a sudden, the lights sprang into action and even Tim had to shut his eyes due to the blinding brightness. When he finally opened them, he saw a man standing there. "Zeebo?" he asked in a voice that could be categorized as a whisper.
"Welcome to my lair, Tim Johnson," Zeebo smiled. He wasn't wearing his typical muddy garbage outfit; instead, he wore a white lab coat and wore small glasses. In one hand he held some sort of bottle with a blue chemical swirling inside. Tim examined more of the room and saw behind Zeebo was some kind of advanced technology that he'd never seen before. There was some sort of computer where DNA files were stored and more chemical instruments. Is this guy some kind of Frankenstein? Tim asked himself. Zeebo's footsteps neared him. "Am I truly in Hell?" Tim asked, but thought of rephrasing it a little differently. "Well, technically for you, yes," Zeebo said, with a wily smile creeping on his face. Tim couldn't help but staring at the bottle he held in his palms. "What am I doing here?" Tim asked simply. Zeebo gave a small laughter. "I thought you would never ask," he said. Zeebo strode over to one table and took another bottle and poured the one in his hand and the other one into a needle-shaped instrument.
"I saved you from death," Zeebo said.
"But- what... that's... impossible," Tim said, searching for logic.
"To an illogical being it is, but I've finally done it," Zeebo said.
"Done what?" asked Tim.
"This serum I just poured into this shot brought you back to life," Zeebo began to explain. "See, I took something and reversed it. Instead of killing life, I am bringing it back to life. It's all very simple chemistry, my friend. I have finally defeated death, which seemed to be an impossible battle that would never be won. But I've done it."
"That's... astounding," Tim said.
"Yes, but you were my first test subject," Zeebo said. Tim's eyes bulged. "I have yet to actually test it on a Human being and see if it truly works, but I'm sure if I brought you alive, I can do the same with the rest."
"So I might die again? Wonderful," Tim groaned.
"I've done the calculations, and no, but of course when a virus is created, side effects seem inevitable," Zeebo said, examining the needle.
"What? Did you just say a 'virus?'" Tim asked.
"Oh, did I?" Zeebo chuckled. "I guess I did. You see, people call it a 'cure' when they find something that can help someone get better. But you see, this is not a cure, but a virus. It doesn't return people to normal, but it infects them."
"It's not a healthy drug at all. You're poisoning me!" Tim screamed.
"I saved you from mere death! You owe me one," Zeebo said.
"I'd rather be dead then being your petty lab rat!" Tim barked. Zeebo laughed louder.
"Now you're rolling with the program. World conquest will be mine, Johnson. I've always wanted Asia to myself."
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Tim said, trying to free himself.
"Oh, but you can't. You're my loyal servant now, and your mind and your thoughts are all my property," laughed Zeebo, giving a sinister grin. Tim sank back. "Tim, if I tell people this will save them from death, everybody'll want it," Zeebo said. "But it infects them and I have engineered the disease that whoever is infected that they will only obey me." Tim gulped. He was at a loss of words. "Yes, yes, I know. I'm a villain. But this world is becoming too corrupt. This virus will help eliminate the problems." Zeebo approached Tim and injected more of the serum. Tim began to twitch furiously. His eyes became red as blood and his teeth grew. His claws grew larger and he became more aggressive that he was able to break the chains. Zeebo let out an evil chuckle.