Lord Hater sat in his throne and tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair. He thought of the future of this planet and how it will look whenever it is finished. Future invasions were in the back of his mind and he had an indecisive thought about the strategy that they were going to use on the next planet and it's invasion.
"Hmmm..." Hater quietly uttered.
"Is it time to bring the troops in?" Commander Peepers asked. Hater gazed at Peepers and nodded. "Let's get this over with."
. The sidekick turned around and pushed a red button which sounded the loud alarm. Hater waited.
A red light, which was on the upper part of the back wall began to flash red. The speaker beside it blared and echoed through the cafeteria.
"The alarm. It's time for Lord Hater's speech!" Announced a soldier who was cleaning the tables in the food court. He put down his cleaning supplies and told the others who were eating. Meals were left alone on the shiny tables and they scrambled their way to the room.
Hater's troops stopped what they were doing and reported immediately inside the huge room where they waited until their leader was ready. A few soldiers came in a little late since they were in the prisons, making sure that it was secure and no one dared to escape. They made sure that that locks were locked, not unlocked, and gathered anyone else who was sentenced into confinement.
Their leader waited until everyone was ready and in their positions.
He cleared his throat, "My fellow Watchdogs," he started. "For the last couple of days you have proven yourself worthy of being my army. Peepers and I planned this all along and we are proud to say that it worked and it was all thanks to you guys. You guys did an excellent job on defeating anyone who stood in our path. And I'm glad to say this: Wander and Sylvia are no longer a threat. Those grinning imbeciles are now gone and we have you guys to thank. There will be no more 'LOVE' and all that mushy gushy stuff floating around in the universe anymore. It will be filled in with HATE. To make it even better, we are planning on turning this wasted planet into a colony. From now on, we are going to make people build statues, new buildings, and basically redecorate this entire planet. The decoration before was absolutely repulsive. This planet is now under control by LORD HATER."
A roar of cheering echoed in the giant chamber. "HATE'S GREAT, BEST VILLAIN."
The cheering died down after Hater cleared his throat once again.
"And remember, if anyone tries anything," he paused and his thumb bone rubbed against his throat, a gesture meaning death. "You know what to do."
"You are dismissed."
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Meanwhile, in his little bubble, Wander shivered while unconscious. The temperature continued to decrease and the image of him laying there never changed. His breathing was shallow, his lungs barely expanding and contracting. An unknown aura surround his floating body.
What is happening?