I slowly walked on top of the pedestal. "Hi, there," I said, waving to everyone. "I'm...I'm Emmet. And this here is the Piece of Resistance." I turned a little and motioned towards the piece on my back. The Master Builders cheered. I smiled. People are cheering for me! I can do this! Just...keep inspiring them!

"Thank you," I said. "Well, um...I know...that...I, for one, am...excited to work with you guys. To work together to get to the Octan Tower and put the thing on the thing. I know that it'll be really hard, but-"

"Really hard, ye say?" came a voice with a pirate-ish accent from somewhere. A really big guy with a built body, made from all sorts of strange objects, came in through the window. He has an eye patch, a pirate's hat, and a metal beard. Weird...

"Really hard, ye say?" he repeated with more anger. "Wiping ye bum with a hook hand is really hard! This be impossible!" he said, breaking the chairs the master Builders are sitting in. Some people gave him strange looks when he barged in. "The last time we tried to get in Lord Business' tower used all the plans we could think of, and created a huge massacre to horrid to speak of."

"Who...are you?" I asked.

"Who am I?" he asked, walking closer to me. "The name be Metal Beard! I'll tell ye me tale of woe."

"Uh, no, I think it's-" I tried. He ignored me and continued.

"Oh, here we go again," Vitruvius muttered behind me somewhere.

"I arrived at the tower with me hearty Master Builder crew," Metal Beard started, poking me with his hand. "We found the Kragle was on the top of the infinitieth floor, guarded by a robot army."

"'Infinitieth?'" I asked, quietly.

"There be lasers, sharks, laser sharks, overbearing assistance, and strange relics that entrap, snap and zap." Metal Beard continued.

"'Laser Sharks?'" I muttered.

"There be a dangerous room called the 'Think Tank!'" Metal Beard said. "I barely made it out of that dreaded room with just me head and organs!"

"Eugh..." I said. "Okay..."

"I had to replace every part of me body with this hunk of junk ye see before ye," he said, spitting on me and shooting his gun at the wall. I cleaned my face off. "So if ye think ye can get to that tower with plans better than out hearty hundred of Master Builders ye see before ye, ye better tell ye secret, Special."

"Well..." I said, sliding away from Metal Beard a little, "I'm not technically a Master Builder yet..."

There came cries of anger and disbelief from the Master Builders. I expected this but I couldn't just lie to them. So much for inspiring them...

"Please, guys, please! Listen!" I tried.

"Rubbish!" Shakespeare cried. Someone spat at me. Okay, note to self, you are NOT good at inspirational speeches...or just speeches in general.

"Yeah, it's true," I said, appeasing to the crowd. "I may not be a Master Builder. I don't have a lot of experience with fighting, leading, or coming up with ideas in general. And I'm not that smart. I'm not even the creative type. I know what you're all thinking, 'He's supposed to be the one to lead us?' And you're right." I hesitated for brief second then opened my mouth again before someone cut me off.

"This is supposed to make us feel better?"

"Well, I was gonna add a 'but...'" I said.

"You're a butt!" Gandalf cried.

"Ye all be on your own!" Metal Beard said, walking back out the window he came from.

"Wait! Why are you leaving?" I asked.

"A house divided against itself would be better than this," Abraham Lincoln said, pushing something on his chair and flying off.

"Abraham Lincoln!" I demanded. "You bring your space chair right back here!" I looked around at the uneasy and angry crowd. Some of them threw stuff at me. Others just stared. The rest of them left. "Guys, please! Where are you going? We-we can still do this!"

"Well, you were right about him," Batman said to Wyldstyle. I frowned. Wyldstyle and Batman don't believe in me either? "Get him out of here!" Cleopatra yelled, throwing a snake at me.

"Boo!" Michelangelo said, throwing his carving tool at me. They really all do think the worst of me. Just like my friends. Maybe I really am just a nobody, no matter how good being The Special sounds. I turned around and walked off the pedestal.

Author's Note

"You're a butt!" the most powerful wizard in Middle Earth yelled at him.