Chapter 12 has arrived.
This is a rather long chapter, but not the longest I ever wrote due to me getting better at writing stories. Chapters will start to get longer though, but better, and while they may take a while, the patience is required for these chapters to be good. (which is why I don't like having a due date for each chapter, I can't guarantee they will be finished by that time, and makes me want to rush it, which isn't good either.)
Anyway, go and enjoy.
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Kernel and Citron watched what Rose had displayed before them. Both were silent as the crystal like window played the view from Rose's crystal ball underneath it. Rose herself was using her wand's powerful magic to show and maintain the viewing window, which was an oval shaped light ring a meter in diameter, playing the pictures like a video. The two males were silent the whole time, preferring to watch the magical viewing window first before saying anything.
The viewing finally ended when the unidentified citron, the center of their attention, dived into the water at the end. This made the two males surprised with fear until they saw the plant swim, surprised that the supposedly heavy armor is light enough for them to swim with. Rose waved her wand, the window shrinking until it was nothing and the crystal ball stopped glowing. The three plants leaned back on the fancy golden and wooden chairs they sat on. Silence persisted between them, the only sounds were the faint chirping of birds and the buzzing of bees that originated from Rose's garden.
"This gave me more questions than answers," Kernel said. Citron, who was next to him, nodded. Rose placed her petaled hands on the table, glancing between the two plants in front of her.
"While it may be confusing as to what I showed, it still offered valuable hints about this mysterious stranger," Rose said. The two males turned to Rose.
"This plant's activities within the Backyard speaks to them being an alien rather than someone of Earth," Rose began. The two males nodded, implying for her to continue." They collected 'samples' from the now permanently dead conehead zombie and the deceased weed plant. If she was an earthling then she likely wouldn't have taken or done such a thing, or bothered to do so. Second, their reaction to the chomper. They were scared, and they backed up from the chomper, and they made a run for it towards the beach and into the ocean. Remember when the alien flowers first arrived on Earth? And when they met the chompers for the first time?"
"Mhmm, they were a bit fearful of them. They scared the carbon dioxide out of them," commented Citron, a short smirk intact.
Rose continued,"this plant had a similar reaction to the alien flowers, but thankfully they didn't intend to do any harm to the chomper. She doesn't appear to have malicious intentions, so she likely doesn't want to fight. She seems to be more of a researcher, collector, scientist, or has a profession along those lines."
Citron nodded in agreement, "and they don't even have a gun. All citrons in the army always have their own gun, either funded from the military or custom made. And civilians don't even have such armor as this one does, some don't even have armor, they have clothing. I definitely have to agree here. They are neither civilian, or soldier, and with the likely opinion of them not being from Earth, then neither earthling."
Kernel sat up straighter catching the two agent's attention, "we should try to find and form some kind of communication with this possible otherworldly visitor. If Zomboss gets his grimy hands on them, not only will we lose a potential ally, but their people, if they come to Earth and were to ever find one of their own either injured or dead by the zombies, then it will send them a message of us. Earth as a whole, being hostile and dangerous unless they realize the real perpetrator and decide to single out the perpetrator instead of all of us as a whole. We are on par with the zombies in resources, technology and territory, if either of us were to lose a major battle then the tides will turn to the other. So far many battles have ended without a large enough influence to tip the tide to us. We can't afford a new enemy with technologically advanced space faring war machines and with who knows how many soldiers and size of their army. It is also likely that the zombies know of their existence, whether they saw or actively encountered this individual, anything new or unusual is always reported to Zomboss. We need to take immediate action," Citron had a wide smirk when Kernel finished, feeling pumped up, Rose had her eyes closed in thought.
"We will need a thorough plan for this. We need to approach them without having them feel threatened or make a misunderstanding such as when we first found them. Also, they left into the ocean, there is a chance that what kind of spaceship they came from is there, however we need a way to find them or contact them."
"You know, maybe I can try and contact them through my ship's communication system," Citron suggested, smiling.
"That is a good idea, however," Kernel frowned. "There is also the problem of language, they may not understand us unless there is the coincidence they understand our speech or writing like in some movies, or already learned it. Is there not a spell that can help us understand each other, or a translator?" Kernel questioned the two.
"Translation spells can take a rather large chunk of magical energy to cast, especially to new magic users, and I don't know what a translation spell may do to the alien, because their brain structure is different even if it's major or minimal. I have casted successful translation spells before, but mostly because I'm a long living professional magic user and I am familiar with how the brains of humans, plants, and zombies function, avoiding any mistakes. Also, if the spell goes wrong, there will be painful consequences to both the spell's caster and to who the spell is being casted at," Rose explained as she looked at her wand.
"Translators from my time came a long way. It works with all kinds of languages, including alien languages, but to program and reprogram it with a new language is a job for a very dedicated professional. To translate a whole new language that hasn't been heard before will be a chore, as well as expensive. Besides, there has been a large funding for the creation of universal translators. As cool as it is, they are far more expensive and more experimental than the already normal ones, which I have integrated on my ship." Citron looked through his holographic screen to search for the said program.
Kernel sighed, "well we need to try something. Citron, try and see if you can find or communicate with the alien as well as bring your translator, and Rose, prepare your translation spell when its needed, and have your crystal ball try and see if this alien does anything else. One or the other should work, or else we may never have an understanding with this visitor."
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Cold, calculated and pale yellow eyes scanned the violet and gray high tech computer screen, a small rotten hand scrolled through the heaps of data displayed for the owner. A horrendous smile formed on the mouth of the owner, filled with maliciousness and his crooked teeth shone for all who were unfortunate to see.
"Looks like the pitiful weeds failed to take over my factory, ha!" A raspy male voice screeched gleefully. "They had no chance against my zombies! Better be at least one captured alive, I would love nothing more than to cut them open and watch them wail in despair from the pain and lack of mercy in my experiments. Ha ha ha!"
The being laughed maniacally, putting his hands up with the feeling of victory while remaining on his seat.
He had absolutely and obviously no remorse for any plant, he only sought to bring absolute pain on the lives and souls of his enemies, and pretty much anything and anyone that gets in his way, which every non-zombie out there. His army of zombies brought death on them on a near daily basis, with victory for him and further expansion for his empire while his enemies ran away in cowardice, or died at the hands of his mighty army. Best of all, he sought to find better, and by better he means more painful, ways to rid his enemies and strike fear into their disgustingly rainbow and sunshine filled hearts and take all the remaining humans in the world for their delicious brains.
Leader of the zombies, ruler of the entire zombie empire in and beyond Earth, eternal enemy to the plants and Crazy Dave since the beginning of time.
Dr. Edgar Zomboss.
Everyone knows his name. It is practically impossible to find someone who doesn't know about him, or at least know his name. Plants hiss and growl in anger whenever they hear it and would love nothing more but to end his undead life for good. Humans shiver and have the temptation to hide in the most zombie-free or anti-zombie made locations they could ever find and save their brains from his cold hands. Children, plant and human alike, would whine and squeak in terror, hugging their parents tightly and ask if the Grave Monster Zomboss would take them away to eat them for breakfast. Finally, zombies would talk with great detail and pride about him, they would place pictures up in their homes and graves, as well as bow to him many times if his presence is within their line of sight.
This is the fear and authority he loves to create, and doesn't plan to stop till he sees his vision finally reaches a complete success, total domination. Using his superior intelligent brain to make creations of death and pollution anywhere his empire touches, the world is nearly at his fingertips.
The short zombie continued to scroll through and watched with great interest at the data report sent to him.
"My my, those plants were of no match for them. Now my Z-Tech factory is safe once more. Too many casualties, but they can always be replaced with greater, and better zombies! MUAHAHA!"
Zomboss laughed once again, arms almost raised beyond the size of his overgrown head. Once he was done he searched for camera footage and pictures of the plant massacre in his Z-Tech factory. The more he looked, the louder and happier his laughter became.
"Zir?"
Nearly ninety percent of the plants that came to destroy his factory were killed off in the span of one hour, which has given the plants a large loss of troops. Zomboss knows this with the body count of the plants he received along with the report.
"E-excuse me Sir?"
The footage of the zombies, HIS zombies decimating the plant army like paper in a shredder and the screams of the unfortunate souls was music to him. He now had the temptation to get Pop Smarts and brain juice to enjoy himself as he watches.
"Z-Zir!"
Zomboss stopped abruptly. He looked up from his desk and the screen of the computer with a scowl. A zombie's head was peeking in from the other side, and he looked slightly scared due to entering Zomboss' office, without permission. This zombie was Zomboss's personal servant, and while he had the privilege of entering Zomboss' office without permission (despite only being allowed if he was to serve him food or bring in news, or else his brain checks will be reduced severely) he still desired to have a heads up before entering.
"What purpose do you have to enter my office without an order, and interrupting me when dealing with my work?!" Zomboss screeched. The zombie flinched and hid a little more behind the door, his eyes and head the only thing visible.
"Y-yes but there iz someone who seeks your immediate attention. He has something important that he desires to notify you about, sir."
Zomboss grumbled indignantly, disliking being disturbed. He was in the middle of some important affairs, which was identifying the mortality that his army of zombies suffered, as well as the plants for advantageous and sadistic purposes.
"Fine, but it better be of great importance or else no brainz for you or them for a week! Allow them in!"
The zombie nodded hastily and disappeared from Zomboss' view. The servant came back seconds later, this time he had someone following him. It was a camo ranger, the same camo ranger that went after the strangely armored citron earlier, though Zomboss doesn't know that yet. The one Pulse labeled Alpha.
"Good afternoon sir, forgive me for any interruptions, but I come bearing some very important reports if you don't mind me sharing them."
"If these reports are some good news, then by all means tell me. You, servant, leave the room at once. I desire no others within my office at the moment," the servant bowed and sped shuffled towards the door, shutting it behind himself hastily. The camo looked back to Zomboss, who was scrolling on his computer screen. The short zombie found what he was looking for, and so he initiated a program that he made himself proudly. The program records sound as low as five decibels, and typing it out as text on its own very accurately. The only way it makes grammatical mistakes is when someone says words incorrectly. Even if that happens the program can self correct the mistakes with its autocorrect that was coded in its system. Zomboss was tired of doing paper work with it strewn all over his desk and floor, so this program was one of the solutions to his dilemma along with his AI and robots to take care of most of it.
Zomboss turned to the soldier, hands clasped together and fingers intertwined, "you may begin." The camo nodded.
"What I bring isn't exactly good news, but more as a strange thing," Zomboss blinked, the soldier continued.
"From the middle of the night to dawn, me and my team encountered a strange iron citron. It was wearing full body armor with pink, gray, and black features adorned on it."
Zomboss silently pondered about the information. 'Hmmm, this is new. This is probably not any ordinary iron citron, not many wear full body armor. Maybe it's a very secret agent, or a secret service from the hideous plants, or maybe even a spy sent out to spy on me? Or just some custom armor.' Zomboss needed to hear more, any information to get an advantage over the weeds is good, he always likes having anything over them. This got Zomboss' interest so he ushered the soldier to continue, and hopefully it's something useful.
"Tell me more, I want to know more. Don't miss any details, I want to hear everything," demanded Zomboss.
The ranger straightened up. "It had a high level of agility, as it was able to maneuver around obstacles with ease with hardly making contact with anything in the environment. Its armor was very durable, hardly any of our weapons made dents from our attacks, even survived a direct ZPG attack. However, despite all those features, it didn't seem to be a fighter. The way it acted around us and its reactions to certain situations indicated it isn't used to being in the battlefield. I concluded that it wasn't trained, or was never trained to fight like the plant soldiers. Instead of fighting back it kept running away, but it also had an injured companion. A sunflower that one of my teammates apparently recognized that he encountered earlier before encountering the citron a few hours later. It was difficult to tell if it was alive or dead, but from the extent of its injuries and its lack of movement, it is likely dead."
Zomboss remained silent, listening and deciphering the report within his own head, making theories and putting his own opinions. The soldier looked up at his master, waiting for a response. He finally got it once Zomboss opened his mouth.
"I see, this plant didn't attack you?" Zomboss asked.
"No, it just kept running away."
"Are you sure about that?" Zomboss inquired further. The zombie soldier nodded.
'Most plants attack the moment one of my troops has an encounter, those that don't are labeled civilians. Nonetheless, if what this soldier says is true, that it didn't attack my troop is cowardly in some way, and not just because it was outnumbered. Could be an advantage for me in the future.'
"Have you attempted to capture it or kill it?"
"Yes we did. I assigned a plan to capture and bring it alive to your hands, we launched an attack by commanding one of my squadmates to shoot a ZPG directly at it. It was a direct hit and it survived, it was dazed and the sunflower it carried was blasted at a fair distance from the explosion. We tried to make it speak, we questioned what their mission was, but it didn't respond so we used its sunflower companion as a hostage and threatened it to speak or the flower would die. However, before we made our move we were approached by… a rather large and dangerous sunflower," the soldier grimaced internally. Zomboss glowered dangerously.
"What do you mean? Large and dangerous sunflower?" Was it a Sunflower Queen?
The camo ranger zombie felt a stutter trying to slip into his voice but he didn't let it pass, "a massive metal petal sunflower unlike I ever seen rushed towards us. It was massive, big like the Sunflower Queens, maybe even bigger. We couldn't get a correct height estimate. It was covered in sharp metal plates and had long claws, sharp teeth and...sharp petals, everything about its body was sharp. It also roared loudly like some wild animal. However, we could tell it was challenging us to a fight."
The soldier inhaled to catch his breath. Zomboss kept listening in quiet with great interest.
"So we did fight it. It used the attacks that many sunflowers commonly have and a queen would use, with the addition of its sharp appendages in its body and apparently increased physical strength. It uprooted and threw trees around and its plates were so durable that our shots ricocheted everywhere. At the climax of our battle, it used a Solar Beam against us, but we dodged and made it out without any casualties, but we came out with many scrapes and injuries. We escaped but…"
Zomboss raised an eyebrow, yet he knew what likely happened next.
"...We failed to take the citron due to the beastly sunflower distracting us, and that beastly sunflower is still very much alive and at large…" the soldier felt a tug of fear within his chest, waiting for Zomboss' comment. Not many things frightens this soldier, but one thing that does scare him is making Zomboss disappointed in him. As much as he disliked saying his failure, he couldn't, and shouldn't lie to his superior, unless risk punishment.
"You should have had one ranger deal with the citron's capture, while the rest of you dealt with the massive flower," Zomboss said, having an air of superiority and an aura of darkness behind him, his solution made Zomboss radiate his ego. Beads of sweat formed on the soldier's bald head, he could feel his master's eyes burn holes on his head.
"It was my mistake sir, such a dire situation made hasty decisions. I should have been more keen on what I made my squad's action's be, and it will never happen again. I swear it upon my undead brain," the soldier bowed to Zomboss to show his loyalty and dedication to him. Zomboss leaned back and relaxed, feeling smug.
"You did a well done job handling yourself against this sunflower beast, but the capture of that citron would have been marvelous. The experiments, the interrogations, it would have been glorious. Capturing that sunflower beast would have been made a fascinating specimen. Maybe another time. And the next time you this citron, get it to me," with each period Zomboss leaned over his desk to lean down to the soldier, who mentally cowered further and further from the short zombie's gaze. On the outside, the camo ranger looked to be nothing but a stilled statue, taking in all the words like a sponge, yet not quivering in fear but Zomboss knew the words were being drilled into him harshly. When Zomboss leaned back from him the soldier relaxed at last.
"Anything else of importance to relay?"
The soldier's eyes widened in remembrance to something from that time. Something that his majesty will take an interest in. "Actually, I do. Something that me and my boys retrieved," the soldier fished out something from one of his pockets and took out two objects. Both were small plastic zip bags, and one contained a small metal shard, an inch in length and some centimeters wide, with faded pink paint on it. The second one also had a piece of metal shrapnel, two inches in length and five centimeters in width. Zomboss' face lit up and snatched the bags to take a look at the specimens. Zomboss already predicted what they were.
"One of my squadmates found the pink shard on the ground when the citron was struck by the ZPG. It looked like it was part of the armor it wore. The piece of the shard is black and pink, just like the citron's armor and it was the only shards of it that we found. The second was from the metal petal monster. There were multiple on the ground but there was only time to pick out the one that is in your hands," explained the soldier. Zomboss didn't say anything, still examining the specimens, but the soldier knew he was listening regardless. Zomboss couldn't decide which specimen is more valuable, the oh so giant metal petal sunflower could pose a threat to his dominance and his armies. The Sunflower Queens and Royal Hypno-Flowers weren't enough, and torchwoods which Zomboss hated to admit, were on par with his gargantuars. The citron could be a brand new variant with completely unknown abilities, and more specifically, new technology and who knows what else it could do. Citron variants don't all use the same technology, and this is the primary reason that Zomboss wants to prioritize the citron over the sunflower. The one that the zombie team encountered escaped them, much to Zomboss' irritation, so there is almost virtually no knowledge about it, for now. This is also the only informed encounter so far with one of them, and who knows how many more of them could be out there, lying in secret and waiting.
"You have provided me with valuable information, enough that I might even promote you," 'despite failing to catch one of those specimens, this call to a promotion, and threat of failing again may initiate determination to catch the target again,' "you are now dismissed." Zomboss gestured to the soldier to leave. The troop nodded and walked back towards the door, a small smile on his face. The soldier opened the door and gently closed it behind him. Zomboss stopped the recording, saving it into a private file within his computer.
Now that Zomboss was alone he could reflect with what he had learned today. He picked up the two plastic zip bags, staring at the two specimens almost excitedly. He began speculating and theorizing, dozens of conclusions and thoughts swirling and forming inside his head all at once.
Zomboss was about to leave his desk chair when a knock came upon his door once again. He snapped his head towards it, his brows narrowed into what could be annoyed frustration. Another series of knocks followed.
"Again?! Who is it?!"
Zomboss' servant was seen poking in again. Zomboss crossed his arms and looked at him expectantly. "Another soldier wanting to bring news?" the servant nodded rapidly. Zomboss sighed with an eye roll. He went back to seat on his chair.
"Let them in now."
A few seconds later and the zombie came back, but behind him an imp followed. A Z-Mech imp more specifically. The larger zombie servant approached his master with shaky and nervous feet while the imp approached with a rather moronic expression despite not actually being moronic, merely simple minded. The two were a foot away from the desk and Zomboss leaned forward and looked down on the imp due to the desk and chair being raised to give him a tall and menacing look.
The two silently stood, waiting for their master to give them the order to speak. Zomboss examined them, especially the imp, with unblinking, critical eyes. He turned his sights to his servant, and he knew from instinct what he wanted. The servant bowed and rushed out of the office, again.
"Now, explain your purpose for being here imp. Better be good news and you'll leave my office unpunished."
The imp nodded excitedly and spoke, "I encountered all three of the plant agents in the forest."
Now that shut Zomboss's mouth. The agents, the most despised plants of his list, considered the highest tier of his enemies, hardly left the confines of their bases unless it was necessary or something of great importance. Usually it's one of them doing a mission, but if all three were involved, then something of great importance must have happened if all were required for whatever it was. Zomboss leaned closer to the small zombie, his eyes glowered further into the idiot husk of a soul the imp was.
"Elaborate, don't leave any details."
The imp nodded, "okay. Well I was patrolling the forest for target practice volunteers, he he..."Zomboss smirked, only a tiny bit at those words. When a zombie says they are going for target practice in an area that isn't zombie territory, it means they are looking to shoot plants. A rule that Zomboss ensured that many zombies were up and fit, along with damaging their enemy even if a little. Makes his hollowed chest of darkness and misery beam with pride.
"I was walking around for plants to target, when I saw a butterfly land on a flower, so I-"
Zomboss then interrupted him by raising a hand to stop, "no, give me the important details only."
"But you said to not leave-"
"Forget what I said and just continue, this time tell me the more important parts of your report!" Zomboss shook his thin fist, frustrated. Imp flinched at the display and stood at attention.
"I found no one and nothing of interest so I headed towards the road that lead back to the Backyard until I heard sounds that sounded like a citron. So I gleefully activated my mech and rushed forward to intercept the citron. And it just so happened to be that Agent Citron," the imp had a sudden smug look. "I launched a missile at him but it missed, unfortunately." The imp could literally feel a scowl from Zomboss burning his head, but he kept his cool, as much as he could.
"I suddenly fought vigorously, destroying part of the forest. And in the end, well…" the imp looked down to his feet, tense.
Zomboss narrowed his eyes. He had a very good idea what happened next, and he was confident he definitely knew, because he is Zomboss the most intelligent genius. No one else could compete with his intelligence. No one. Not the plant agents, not Crazy Dave. Not even the gnomes or Gnomus.
"I lost… the battle..."
"Course you did, or else that plant would have ended up in my laboratory. I would have known about it by now, alive or dead," Zomboss crossed his arms. The imp looked down almost shamefully for failing to capture or kill his target, a very important target who's not only one of his nemesis, but one who controls and maintains part of the whole plant militia. Taking him out of the picture would have given a whole lot of advantages for Zomboss. However, Zomboss would prefer to have him, or any of the other agents alive to force them and torture them to spill their secrets for himself and conquer the world and beyond with no rivals or threats.
"Continue," Zomboss ordered.
"I was launched away due to the explosion from my mech to some other part of the forest. I got my bearings and I tried to find my way back. I was lost for a while but then I heard citron noises again, so I went to see if it was the agents again, but I found some other citron instead."
Zomboss rose an eyebrow.
"I thought it was some iron citron, but I think that wasn't the case. It was actually smaller than most I have seen, and its armor covered their entire body from legs to face, and it had a visor that looked bigger than it should for eyes, but I guess it's just the way it was made. It was weird. Also, it had these weird tentacles that came out from its armor like claws," the imp raised his tiny arms and waved them around to emphasize his point.
Zomboss placed his hand under his chin in thought about this revelation, ignoring the smaller zombie's goofy behavior.
'It seems this imp and the ranger had a similar encounter with that unidentified plant.'
"You, imp."
The imp flinched at the sudden raise of voice from Zomboss and stopped his motions.
"Yes sir?"
"Relay to me your experience with the agents now, and make it quick, I need a Pop Smart about now," Zomboss pressed a button on his desk, the button was specifically made so he can have his servant immediately know to serve him his favorite snack without vocal orders. The nervous zombie servant outside the door immediately left to fulfill this errand. The imp's mind however went to other places, thinking about delicious Pop Smarts until Zomboss made his attention turn back to him with a loud "ahem". The imp could see Zomboss' glare, indicating his patience was running thin. The small zombie stood at attention, not wanting to make his leader mad.
"Oh! Right, okay. Well, I encountered those agents when I was picked up by that Kernel plant. He was threatening to know what I was doing. Though I didn't say anything, like the brave soldier I was," the imp puffed up his chest in pride. Zomboss remained silent, face made into a blank look. Once the imp noticed he received no reaction so he continued.
"Then the other two agents came. There wasn't a lot of information from them Then h, the corn plant kicked me out away, rather hard." The imp grimaced, not wanting to re,ever the painful kick to his behind. Zomboss continued to remain silent, expecting more.
"I then got my bearings, and tried to find my way back to the Backyard. I had a feeling the agents were being strange, so I wanted to go find out. When I was walking back I found a citron, fully armored. Had a strange yellow visor and black and pink armor."
This piece of info interested Zomboss. 'So this imp also encountered this citron as well. Interesting.' Zomboss leaned forward. "Tell me about your experience with this armored citron."
The imp seemed to cower at those words. "I… don't have much to tell… I got whacked far away from the place. The citron had some metal tentacles and then just… hit and sent flying…"
Zomboss sighed. He pinched the bridge of where his nose would be, the short zombie remained quiet. The imp wondered what was the matter, though he wasn't a mind reader but suspected his great and powerful leader was thinking about what he was told. Zomboss spun his chair around, facing the wall behind him instead.
"You have given me… acceptable information. You are now dismissed. Leave, now," Zomboss declared bluntly. The imp smiled and the servant led the small zombie towards the office door. The servant left the plate of the desired Pop Smarts on his desk before he left.
Zomboss closed his eyes and took a breath as he picked up and munched on one of the snacks. He glanced towards the screen still recording. Zomboss stopped the recording and saved it into a private file. Once that was done he leaned back, letting the words of those two soldiers sink in.
He lifted the two specimens he was given. The shards. They were so interesting, coming from sources of unknown origins and potential. He will take a scanner and examine them carefully. It will prove useful in the future, for him that is. While he has interest in the metal petal shard, his interest level goes to the armored citron shard. He wants to know about the giant sunflower due to the threat potential, but his larger interest in the iron citron is for their technology. He wants it, he already knows about every species of plants and the variants. No knowledge is to be left unknown in his eyes, it belonged to him, for he is Zomboss, the greatest genius in existence.
"You have caught my attention. You should be honored, you will be mine. I will cut you open, and learn all your secrets, even if it ends your life."
Aaaand stop. Chapter finished. I hope you enjoyed this new part of the story. What will Zomboss do? Will the Agents be able to find their target? What will become of steely and Pulse. Find out in the future chapters. For now, go read another story, or whatever you do to pass the time.
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Published 4/24/2018