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TW: This story will contain original characters, references to physical and psychological abuse, murder, and torture.

|The Price|

In a vacant lot clear on the other side of Echo Creek, three humanoid figures lay face down on the ground. A large green-caped creature that was a colorful mishmash of different body parts from humanoid alien creatures with a bony, ogre-like face set into the neck of a whale-shaped head. A scrawny mechanical man with white and gold-plated skin wearing a lab coat, his "hair" a set of tubes ending in blue and green tips. Finally, a woman wearing a red and white mask covering her face, a bill-less peaked cap, and red armored cape over a matching tight leotard.

They were surrounded by enough empty beer bottles to kill a college fraternity with alcohol poisoning.

"Hey baby," the green caped monster, still face-down on the ground asked in a deep, funky voice, "Who stopped the party?"

The machine man in the white lab coat didn't even try to move. Speaking with a noticeable New York accent, he answered. "Don't bother me Typhus, I'm updatin'."

The woman with them groaned. Her thick Slavic accent tearing into the heads of her compatriots. "Why did I drink so much…? Why do I always drink so much?"

She was the first one to get up, and she brought her hand up to shield her face. "What is wrong with the sky? Why is it so bright… and not… screaming?"

The world around her registered, and she whipped her head back and forth. "Oh. Oh dear. Typhus! Noxic! Get up, get up!"

"I'm updatin'!" Noxic–the lab coat-wearing android–repeated, before a chime sounded. "Huh, it's done. Whoa… where'd this bandwidth come from?! This is amazing!"

He sat up, revealing a mechanical face with gold wired black goggles over his eyes. Despite them, he could plainly see they weren't in what counted as Kansas for them anymore. "Whoaaa… how much did we drink?!"

Typhus got up and looked around. "Too much; this is weird, baby."

"It is not just weird, it is impossible! Everything is so… so… orderly!" The woman walked around the lot, turning around to take it all in. "The air, the ground, the sky! There is nothing in our world like this! Everything is so… so… consistent!"

Noxic jumped around. "Jara, check it out! This place has the most up to date Java, and I installed it in a microsecond! What is this miracle world of technology, huh?!"

The woman, Jara, placed her hands on her mask's porcelain cheeks. "I do not know, but I am already liking it much more than that old dump!"

Typhus sat on the ground, his grinding his underbitten teeth as he looked around. "How'd we get here?"

"Hey, you don't want that gift horse to bite you, now!" Noxic teased while doing a cartwheel. "Whoo-hoo!"

"C'mon, if this ain't the old place, then how'd we get to this new place?" Typhus threw up his hands. "It don't make sense."

"It. Doesn't."

All three stopped everything they were doing, and slowly looked towards the voice that spoke. Eloquent, calm, if a bit exasperated, it belonged to a creature in white, regal chitinous armor with a cape that was neither soft nor rigid. His white, polished face with black slits concealing slightly opened yellow eyes was adorned with a tall golden crown–not unlike a pope's mitre. He stood by a wall, in his hand holding a comic book, a recent issue of the Big Bad Beetleborgs.

"Aw man, Vexor's here too," Noxic groaned.

Vexor took his whining well. "Yes, I am here. Did you think you three would be so easily rid of me?"

"I had hope," Jara said.

"And now we don't," Noxic lamented.

"Regardless of your useless whimpering. I know where we are, and quite possibly how we got here."

Vexor walked towards him, moving one footstep at a time, but gliding over the ground… like gravity itself wasn't sure if it had a hold on him. "We have achieved what even the mightiest of us could not."

He held up the comic. Jara looked at the cover, and saw herself, face to face in combat against a red-armored creature she had no idea about. "That's me!"

"What? When did you get a comic book?!" Noxic snatched the book from Vexor, and flipped through it. "Hey, Typhus! Look at this, we're in it too!"

Typhus trundled over. "Hey, let me see!" He looked at the page with him and Noxic on it. "'Biolord Typhus', huh? Yeah baby, I can dig it!"

Vexor swiped the book back from them, closing it. "We have left our decaying world completely, and we have an unlikely savior to thank for our emergence."

He turned the comic over and gestured to the barcode of the comic. There, next to the 2.99 price tag and above the lines of the code, was the comic's seal of authenticity: a black and white eye of providence with tiny arms and legs, wearing a top hat.

All three stared at it. Jara trembled, Typhus growled, and Noxic crackled with electricity. All at once, they spoke a single word:

"HIM."

Vexor turned the book over to look at the barcode himself. "Quite."

Noxic shook his head. "Nooo… nonono… He's gone. The guys that came back from that big shindig in the rift said that He got disvaporaterized by the humans!"

"Yeah, and the walls have only gotten stronger since!" Jara added.

"He was unpredictable and chaotic in His brash wielding of power, but His cunning was second only to my own," Vexor gestured to himself in all his grand humility. "Even as He plotted one way out of our eternal nightmare, He had another, quite possibly many others, at His disposal."

He patted the comic. "And this has borne fruit that we all can partake of."

Light shone from those black slits of his eyes. "Even greater. With Him well and truly dead… nothing stands in our way of conquering this universe for ourselves."

Jara, Noxic, and Typhus looked between each other, then back at Vexor. The white adorned demon spread his arms.

"At long last, the Magnavore Tribe needn't scurry in the shadows. Upon this reality, we ourselves will cast the shadows and watch the vermin cower within them!"

Noxic rubbed his metallic hands together, sparks popping from them. "Oh man, think about it! A whole universe of our own to conquer. This'll be the coolest!"

Typhus clenched a fist and laughed. "Ain't nobody gonna stand in our way."

Jara tapped on her mask's cheek with a finger. "Ah, it will be so nice to invite the girls over to party in a dimension that isn't slowly burning to the ground."

"Yet!" Noxic and Typhus said together, and the three laughed.

Vexor raised a single hand, silencing them. "Wait."

The white monstrosity looked around, like deer aware of a nearby predator. "That… do you feel that…?"

"Feel what?" Typhus asked.

"I am not one of your Dragon Ball Scouters, please elaborate," Jara said.

Noxic brought a hand to his goggles and pressed a button on them. "Yeah, that's me."

"There is something here… powerful and ancient…" His voice shook, like he'd once witnessed power like this before and never wanted to again.

Vexor went still and stared off into the distance.

"Uh… boss?" Typhus asked.

Without warning Vexor screamed, in a scratchy, mechanical voice.

"JIWKR TMADW XJDIC YOCTJ RTFXT MOIYO BIUZV AOWDM QGZJL GKPOY RYPOM YKJTU FGCB!"

"Augh!" Jara's hands shot to her ears.

"Not cool, baby!" Typhus yelled, the top of his whale-shaped head opening like a mouth and spewing a green, viscous fluid.

"SKEXP FZYSX RPCSQ ZEVWE BFSGT YMFTQ IRPVA BFDJS ZCNHB RBHC!"

Even Noxic was affected. "C'mon boss, you crashed my auditory!"

Like an old disk drive repurposed to make music, Vexor's laugh came out in a long, slow electronic whine. Then, the demon collapsed onto his knees, his fingers clawing at the ground.

As his flunkies slowly edged closer to him, he blurted out in a raspy, elderly voice.

"It's here!"

"What's here?!" Jara asked as her hearing returned. "And what was that?!"

"An ancient power, vast and deep, it stands to threaten my radiance…!" Vexor rose to his feed with difficulty, his body shuddering with every movement. "And it is close! I command you three to find it!"

"Wait, you mean now?!" Jara asked.

Typhus groaned. "Ease up, I'm still hungover, baby!"

"NOW!" Vexor roared.

"And how are we supposed to find something that we cannot feel?!" Jara now demanded.

"Uhh… hey, guys? I can't hear what you're yakkin' about, but I'm detecting a huge power level that way!" Noxic pointed, in the direction Vexor sensed the presence.

"Let's get goin' then." Typhus shoved Noxic forward. "Move it'!"

"Yeesh! All right, all right! Let me get my sound system going!"

Jara looked back at Vexor. "What about you?"

Vexor shooed Jara away, while clutching his face with his other hand. "I will find a suitable lair for us! Now go, go! Make haste, find what that thing is!"

"Fine! Warn us next time you decide to have a freak out like that!" Rubbing her right ear, Jara stomped off after her compatriots, leaving Vexor to collapse back down to one knee.

"I was wrong. One thing stands in my way," he lamented.

He dug his clawed fingers into the dirt and clenched his hand into a fist.

"One thing."

A sinister glee welled up in him, leaking from his chitinous lips as another electronic laugh.

"The only thing."

A/N: Psst. Vexor's shrieking is an enigma cipher. F/F and review.