Now then, where to? Walking down the hallways, I realized that except for the numbers on the doors, everything looks the same. I can't tell which door I came through to reach this place! I could go on, and on, and on, and on and on, and...Is that music I hear? Yes, I could hear it loud and clear: Ludwig van Beethoven's Ninth Symphony or Ode to Joy. I kind of like classic music like Beethoven. Suddenly, I heard an extraordinary noise! "AAAAH!" Someone was screaming at the top of their lungs over the music. "Stop it, stop it! Please, I beg you! It's a sin that's what it is! A filthy unforgivable sin!" The music (and the screaming) was coming down the hall. Finally I reached the door where the music was coming from.
Upon opening the door, the music blared so loud, I covered my ears with my hands. Inside was a most peculiar sight. There, strapped to a chair with large speakers next to him was Feedback, the rock n' roll axe master of the League of Good Guys. Oh, and when I mean axe, I mean electric guitar. Which was sitting in a corner, far from his reach. "Turn it off, turn it off!" he screamed. "If I hear Beethoven's songs one more time, I will explode with loathing!" Oh, yeah! Feedback hates all music that's not rock n' roll! It weakens him! As much as I liked the music, I had to help him out. Now if those speakers weren't killing my ears! There was a music player attached to the speakers. And beside it was a collection of CD's. One of them must have the music Feedback likes. Let's see. Prince? No. Sounds of Time. Definitely not. The Batman soundtrack? No. Ah, here we go! Twisted Sister.
I popped the Beethoven CD out and replaced it with the Twisted Sister one. As soon as "I Wanna Rock" blared on, I stuck my fingers in my ears. As I watched, though, someone seemed to like it. Feedback, his muscles now a rumbling engine, shook to the beat. Suddenly, his guitar flew into his hand and the chair smashed, freeing him! "I wanna rock!" he sang. "You wanna rock! We all want to rock! I wanna rock!" After an impressive guitar solo, he took a bow, then realized he had an audience.
"Oh, I didn't see you there Skips!" He shook my hand. "Thanks for saving my butt. Pinky and the new guy brought me to that death machine after the League got separated. Uh, I thought I would go crazy after hearing myself hum 'The Thieving Magpie'." I nodded in agreement. Anyone who listens to just the same type of music is like listening to "Small World" for twelve hours. "Do you know where the other League members are?" I asked as he strummed his guitar. "Nope, that's why I have to find them. You can come with me if you want." Sweet! At least I won't be alone. "Catch!" I looked forward and caught something shimmering in the dim light. It was a quarter, but with the Mutant's face.
"What's this?" I asked, pocketing it. "Don't know why," replied Feedback, tuning his guitar. "But the new guy placed it my pocket when he strapped me to that thing. 'For luck,' he said." "The new guy? You mean Frightmare?" He nodded. "And I have a feeling he's hiding something. I couldn't hear clearly because of the cursed music, but I overheard him and Pinky arguing about some sort of invention the new guy's making." "What invention?" "Couldn't say." He paused. "I did hear the world Horrifyer. Maybe that's the name?" I looked up at him. "What do you suppose that does?" "I told you, I couldn't hear clearly. I have no idea."
"Ah, ah, ah!" A cold voice rang through the loudspeakers on the walls. Frightmare! Suddenly a pipe sucked Feedback into the ceiling then vanished along with him. "I can't let you spoil the surprise, rock star," he continued. "And as for you Skips, I've let you live long enough." All of a sodden, the walls departed from the ceiling and floor, and the ceiling and floor flew away! I was left to float in an endless void with no way out! That's when someone grabbed me by the collar of my shirt!