I do NOT own any part of either the GRAVITY FALLS and PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES, whether it be characters, ideas, defenses, etc. Gravity Falls belongs to DISNEY and ALEX HIRSCH, while Plants vs Zombies was originally developed by POPCAP (I believe they sold the right away to another company. If one of you could tell me, that would be great).
The sound of clanging dishes, the loud gnawing of plant remnant, and the constant groan could be heard all throughout dining hall from the few surviving zombies of the latest battle. The zombies despised the outcome of said battle, despite the fact that it was a victory on their part, as the amount of casualties this time were too great; it was almost a full-on massacre of undead soldiers. The dining hall is faintly lit with mostly-demolished lampposts loosely dangling from the ceiling. Most of the dining tables are not occupied, and perhaps never will be at this point. The zombies are interrupted from their meals once their so-called leader enters the dining hall.
The leader, a human scientist who all zombies looked up to in the beginning of the zombie apocalypse for its promises of a world dominated by zombies in the future, now is considered a monster, a fool and a coward. The leader, who used to have a confident, powerful voice often speaks in whispers nowadays, and often hides in the shadows to hide his already-known identity. After a few death stares given to it by the infuriated zombies, and after wiping a few beads of sweat from its forehead, the leader begins to quietly initiate a conversation about its newest ideas and strategies.
"So, I know what you all are thinking," begins the leader, wearing a nervous smile. "We finally managed to obtain another victory! This was a great day indeed, am I right guys? Come on, admit…" the leader stops and leaps back in fright as a zombie slams its fist into its table.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Boomed the zombie that caused the outburst. "YOU CALL THAT A VICTORY, AND EXPECT US RETURN ALL RESPECT TOWARDS YOU AGAIN FOR THE 45TH TIME?! HAVE YOU LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM YET? THIS IS ALMOST NO ONE LEFT! ALL THANKS TO YOUR POOR TACTICS AND APATHY TOWARDS OUR SUPERIOR RACE!"
A moment of silence follows as the leader tries to calm his nerves, and partly succeeds. He continues, "I have to admit. I made many terrible mistakes in those fields, but I promise to make it up to you guys! I swear! All I have to do is to genetically produce more zombies, and…" a different zombie slams its fist into its table, startling the leader yet again.
"ONLY FOR THEM TO DIE OFF AGAIN? AND AGAIN? AND AGAIN? I AM SICK AND TIRED OF ALL OUR FAILURES! WE ALWAYS THINK WE'RE ONE STEP AHEAD OF THAT BLASTED OLD MAN, BUT HE IS THE ONE WHO IS AHEAD, NOT US! HIS DEFENSES KEEP TAKING OUT YOUR NEWLY DEVELOPED ZOMBIES. YOU HAVE BETRAYED US MANY TIMES, AND I HONESTLY FORGET WHY WE SPARED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE! I SAY WE EAT THE TRAITOR'S BRAINS, WHAT DO YOU GUYS SAY?" All the other zombies moan in agreement, and begin to scoot out of their chairs, advancing towards their former leader. All the while beads of sweat pour down the leader's face, and a scream escapes its lips as the zombies finally get to him.
(A few moments later)
"So, now that we no longer have that leader, how are we attempt to begin our 'Reign of the Undead'?" inquires a zombie after the event.
"I have no clue. We have no more guidance, no more scientific advancements. So what do we do?" replies another zombie, "heck, we no longer have a scientist on our side, and if we choose a human again, we could possibly be demolished again. Also, none of us zombies are scientists."
"Are you sure about that?" chimes in a mysterious voice coming from the shadows of the room. The undead turn their heads to a new, cloaked figure as it emerges from its hiding spot. Just like their latest victim, the figure was wearing a lab coat, black boots, and black pants. What really caught the zombies' intention was the head of the stranger. Instead of having a normal, circular head, the new figure's head resembled more of an oval with a huge peach-colored, pulsing forehead, possibly where a brain might be located.
"By those confused and astonished expressions on your faces, I assume you might be wondering who I am." continued the figure. "I go by many names each given to by people from many timelines. I have created many powerful zombies and constructed disasterardly machines in many eras, that almost no one can compete with my scientific achievements. A little birdie told me that you poor soldiers were in need of a powerful leader. I can help you."
The zombies, surprised by the offer of the mysterious figure, group huddled and discussed their options. So far, the zombies are mostly convinced. They can tell that they are in the presence of a powerful zombie, but one question continues to interrupt their train of thoughts. A zombie relayed the question that kept nagging at them, "How are going to help us, scientist?"
The mysterious figure plasters a grin on their face. "Let's just say that I have a few 'little friends' capable of mass destruction at my disposal. Something Crazy Dave won't even see coming, and won't be prepared to face."
With this new found information, the zombies quickly accept the proposal. One zombie, in response of meeting someone with great authority and service, asks "What shall we call our all mighty savior?"
The figure simply answers "Dr. Zomboss."
AN: So, this is the third prologue to this story. Hopefully you guys have enjoyed the story so far. If you have any feedback on any improvements, please review or pm me. Thanks!