OK, I ow you guys a HUGE apology; I haven't been updating as much as I would have hoped, and as a result, I'm not going to reach my target of finishing this story before Christmas. But I'll try and get it done by the New Year.

And, on a slightly sadder note, this LEGO Movie fan fic may be my last one; at least for a while. Unless I get enough support, or an idea I've got gets fleshed out enough and possible support, this Fan fic will be my last for LEGO Movie.

But, anyways, enjoy this little Christmas present; from me, to you guys :3

Nf991, signing out


"So…you finally show your face again," said Anti-Builder slowly, a menacing tone to his voice; if he had a face that was visible, most would think he was…smirking.

"Though it appears you have turned up too late, Brickowski; the Trinity are under my control, and you…are powerless to stop them," added Anti-Builder, gesturing to either side of him to the Trinity surround him.

The Chaos and The Death looked at one another when Anti-Builder spoke up the second time, before they both looked down at The Venom; as though silently discussing with each other about what the small figure was saying.

"I don't think 'powerless' is the right word," said Emmet, grabbing the arm controls on either side of him in the mech suit cockpit, causing the mech suit to roll its shoulders, like a fighter preparing and psyching himself up for a big fight.

"I just hope Pete and Yve are right with this mech suit."

The Chaos Trinity slowly raised a clawed hand, slowly opening up the fingers. This allowed for two shots of bright purple fired out of the open palm.

Emmet quickly manoeuvred the mech suit out of the way of the initial shots, the purple shots firing past him and into the distance; a distant explosion going off.

Knowing that he wouldn't have much time, nor did he think he could stand a chance against the Trinity, Emmet knew that he had to spare as much time as possible. He quickly pushed the control sticks forward, driving the mech suit running forward.

Because of the slim profile of the mech suit, it was able to move quickly, much faster than any other mech suit available. And much faster than The Chaos and The Death, though The Venom had more legs, and was able to move much faster than his two brothers.

Moving quickly, Emmet jerked one of the control stick to the side, the mech suit sliding across the slightly rough terrain, sending a few small, black bricks flying into the air; almost like dust being kicked up.

Sliding to a stop, stopping between The Chaos and The Venom, Emmet jerked one of the joysticks forward, driving one of the closed hands of the mech suit forward, colliding with The Chaos' face piece.

The Chaos Trinity reeled back from the hit, taking a few steps back in a stumble, one of the purple eyes broke a little, the eye piece breaking and falling to the ground. The Venom Trinity quickly moved to attack the mech suit, but Emmet quickly moved the mech suit out of the way.

After barely missing the spine on the end of The Venom's tail, Emmet turned to face The Chaos again, who had recovered the previous strike and turned to face the mech suit again. Emmet narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on the control sticks.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the spine of The Venom's tail curling up, aiming to strike Emmet. But Emmet pulled back to control sticks roughly, pulling the mech suit back a few steps so he was standing a few steps away.

The sting went flying past him, the tail barely missing the exposed front of the mech suit, and heading towards The Chaos.

But the green-plated Trinity grabbed the tail as it came towards it, much like when it had first escaped from the Crystal of Oblivion, stopping the spine of the Scorpion Trinity in its track.

They both turned their face to Emmet, who had brought the mech suit's fists up in a fighting stance, ready to take on the two Trinity.

That's when he noticed that he forgot about the third Trinity, which was also the worst of the Three; The Death.

"Wow!" Emmet cried out in panic and alarm as he was suddenly struck in the back, sending him flying forward, the mech suit falling onto its front from the force of the strike. Emmet groaned a little, a few bits of the mech suit's limbs breaking off and staying on the ground as the mech suit slowly pushed up again.

He turned the damaged mech suit around so face The Death, who had struck Emmet down with his staff; he slowly turned the staff in the clawed hand, before setting the blunt end against the ground of the Realm.

The Chaos and The Venom flanked The Death on either side, with The Chaos, with its slightly damaged head, on its right, and The Venom crawling along so that it was on the left side.

Emmet glanced around, looking back at the other figures, who were being held back by The Apprentice, from no apparent order from Anti-Builder, who too was simply standing to one side, simply watching the events unfold.

Emmet's eyes landed on Wyldstyle, as she was thrown aside by The Apprentice, and their gazes met for the briefest of moments. The male figure's gaze hardened for a second, before he turned back to face The Oblivion Trinity, closing the mech suit's hands into fists.

"Alright…let's do this," Emmet muttered to himself, before he jammed both control sticks forward, driving the mech suit forward, followed by throwing one of the closed hands forward, aiming for The Chao's face yet again.

Apparently, The Chaos had learned from the previous attack, since its head moved to the side to avoid the fist as it came towards it, before grabbing the arm as it came within reach.

Emmet panicked for a few seconds, trying to pull back the mech suit's arm; but found that it was unmoving; The Chao's hand gripped around the arm was an iron hold.

With a rough, swift jerk of his arm, The Chaos ripped off the mech suit's arm clean out of the joint that connected it to the body; a few bricks came flying off from the mech suits as Emmet stumbled back, looking over at what remained of the mech suit's shoulder joint.

"Emmet!" shouted Wyldstyle, concerned and alarmed for her boyfriend, as she tried to get to her feet and run towards the figure in the mech suit, only to be grabbed and thrown back by The Apprentice.

Emmet turned around at the sound of Wyldstyle shout, but in doing so, turned his damaged mech suit's back on the Trinity.

"Luc-!" shouted Emmet, though he suddenly shouted out in pain as he was struck by the side by The Venom's spine, striking him in the side of the mech suit. The force of the hit sent the mech suit flying across the Realm, coming to an eventual stop after sliding along the ground for a few seconds.

Emmet groaned a little, rubbing his head as he tried to get the mech suit up, but it was having trouble, what with missing one of its arms and being heavily damaged from the devastating strikes. A few alarms were going off in the exposed cockpit of the mech suit, as Emmet struggled to get the mech back onto its feet.

But before he could, he was struck yet again in the back, sending him back to the ground. As The Death had forcefully put a food down on the back of the mech suit, making a dent in the ground around the outline of the mech suit.

Emmet tried to get out of the mech suit's cockpit, since the alarms were starting to go crazy and flashing red lights were blaring his vision, but The Death had put so much of its weight onto the back of the mech suit that he couldn't get out.

The Chaos moved in front of the fallen and pinned mech suit, reaching a hand down slightly; opening the finger points up slowly, the source of the bright purple blasts earlier facing Emmet right in the face.

Emmet tried harder to escape from the damaged mech suit, but he didn't have the time; all he had the time for was to look up as a final blast of bright purple energy.

"EMMET!" cried Wyldstyle as she saw the mech suit blow up under The Death, seeing several small bits that made up the mech suit flying off in all directions; a large cloud of dust being picked up from the explosion.

One bit in particular, which had been thrown up from the force of the explosion, caught Wyldstyle's eye; it reflected off what little light came off from the explosion, and was heading back down to the ground at an increasing rate.

It struck the ground in front of Wyldstyle, kicking up a small amount of dust and making a small dent in the ground. By the time the dust cleared, Wyldstyle could see what it was; and it spiked confusion inside her.

For you see, landing before Wyldstyle, was the upper torso and head pieces…of Chameleon, the Agency's Robot.

The Apprentice also took note of this, and seemed to pause at the sight of the upper robot torso.

"But…if that's Chameleon…" muttered Wyldstyle under her breath, looking out towards what remained of the mech suit.

"…Where's Emmet?"

In another Realm, the same Ream where the Wheel of Oblivion was originally kept under lock and key, as well as protection by Lloyd and his Dragon until Anti-Builder showed up, a figure, shrouded in shadows, quickly rushed towards the cave that once held the Wheel.

Seeing that the golden doors were still open, lying where they rested after Anti-Builder dealt with them, the figure quickly walked into the open cave, standing in front of the podium, where the Wheel once rested.

"Now…if I hid the Sword…where would it be?" the figure muttered, rubbing his chin slightly as he thought.

Suddenly, a light bulb appeared above the figure's head; this, in turn, also revealed the identity of the figure to be Emmet.

"Ah-ha!" said Emmet, smiling, before he looked down at the base of the column. He reached down and felt around.

'C'mon…Bingo!' thought Emmet, finding a small handle hidden away by a few bricks, and Emmet gave a firm tug.

After a few more tugs, which almost caused Emmet to fall onto his back, he finally felt something give and, being careful from now, slowly pulled a small panel open.

Reaching his hand in, Emmet felt around a bit more before he felt his hand wrap around something.

"Please don't let this be a snake," said Emmet to himself, and after taking a small breath, he pulled his hand out.

Thankfully, the item in his hand was exactly what he wanted; and not a snake.