"Nah mate, Imma give you the double death treatment," Dingle said, as he drew his gun at Napoleon's face. "How is this my fault?" Napoleon asked, his tone filled with irritation. "It wasn't my idea to ally with a backstabber who had only dreams of conquest." "You can't be talking, you want to conquer the world and kill us all." "I wanted to conquer France only and become it's rightful ruler!" "I'm done with you, eat lead!" Quandale exclaimed, blasting Napoleon with his gun, ragdolling him. "Well, that was easy. Now wh-" Quandale Dingle then was thrown across the room. Napoleon came back into view, turning of invisibility. "Ah, I hope that you didn't think I was that weak. Now, I don't want to fight you but if you wish to be checkmated, be my guest." "Come on now, what was the score between us, 4-0?." "Then let your arrogance be your undoing." Napoleon pressed a button and from the walls a squad of robotic soldiers appeared, ready to fight for their master. "Attack, my soldiers!" Dingle looked at the army and made a grimace. "Never was one for fair fights." Quandale then fired volleys at the ground taking out two of the robots before having to take cover from return fire. He looked around and saw a grenade lying in the corner. He picked it up and lobbed it. The explosion took out two more robots but the last four started to advance towards his cover. He tried to throw another grenade, but he was shot and was flung across the room. He landed, his vision fading, the gun falling from his hand. "Halt." Quandale Dingle grasped a hand as Napoleon helped him get up. "As I said, I don't care for petty things like violent revenge, now you have an example." "Sure, I yield." Quandale muttered. "Excellent, now with our pleasentary out of the way, let's get down to business." Quandale followed Napoleon throughout the hallway and into a door, the beeping of turrets greeting them. They stopped inside a meeting room and Quandale took a seat.
"So, you said you wanted a deal. Get to the point." Napoleon took a sip of wine. Quandale gave him a look. Napoleon cleared his throat. "We work together." "That was obvious." "Clearing miscommunications. But to the best part of my grand plan to take revenge. Once I get my hands on that blob of void oh like my third major war I will relish in taking revenge!" "You do realize that the guy is not just dead but was a pawn to god, or in better terms, Jordan Freeman." "That changes nothing, whatever deity dares defile me will fall to my glorious conquest! Also I knew that, what do you take me for, a nitwit? The first step involves you exploring around this city and its outskirts, see if you can find anything noteworthy." "What a great plan, oh how detailed and well thought!" Quandale snarked. "Nah mate, I'll hear you out but I got a glaring question, last time I saw you in that climatic fight that actually meant nothing, you clearly went kaboom, how did you return?" "That is not your business." "Then helping you ain't my business." "Fine, I don't really know the details of defying destruction, but from what I heard there must of been some kind of event that completely destroyed the barrier to the metaverse and the material world. Perhaps the event ripped things thought to be fiction to reality, I predict that everything was given a chance to enter no matter their status if they can find their way. Right now I'm seeing if I can get a colleague back. But none of that is relevant, now you have a task to be doing." Quandale Dingle meandered outside the bunker and back into the neighborhood.
"Goodbye sweet city of Selister." Dingle said as he took one last look. "Well, guess it's time to loot this joint." Dingle began walking through the abandoned neighborhood, trying to find anything notable, but only finding a few dead bodies. There were faces recognizable to be human and some faces which he could not get the reference from. "I'm bored. Guess it's time to go back and report back to Napoleon." He then heard rumbling.
"That sounds like a monster. My favorite prey!" Quandale pulled out his handgun and peered the corner. He saw a four legged animal with a mouth that gaped twice its size. He spectated it roaring at a person, who's is being backed to a corner. "Oh God, somebody, help me!" "Nah, this guy has a massive skill issue." Quandale thought to himself and turned away as more screams can be heard then silence. "Uh, hi there, huh, big guy." Quandale remarked as that same beast was now facing him down. "See ya chump." Quandale yeeted a trashcan at the beast and booked it. Once again, his gun was useless and he couldn't lose the animal. Soon enough, a dead end cut him off from any escape leaving him alone to face the beast head on. He was backed up against a wall and the beast charged him, maw gaping. Then the creature stopped.
Quandale's eyes were wide and the beast turned around. A figure, dressed in a trenchcoat, walked up to him. He wore a mask that hid his face. "Don't worry, he won't hurt you, as long as I'm here. I'll be honest, I was considering feeding you to the wolves, after all, that's what you did to my friend, right Gerald?" "Yeah, boys for life!" Gerald and the masked guy make a handshake. "Now, time for introductions, don't think any of those floating creeps are around, my name is Howard and this is my pet I found in an alley quite recently who I call Terrance. Who's a good boy? Yes you are!" Howard was giving Terrance a belly rub and the animal on its back sounded overjoyed. "While he does that, I've been seeing from notes that there is supposedly a group, called The Chosen, rumored to be round this area. We are looking for the group, care to join us?" "Hmm, let me consider this over a walk." "Sure my man." Quandale began walking down the road then felt a chill down his spine. Looking backwards another one of those angel things was floating around block, and it was going to catch the trio. "I could warn them and save them, but why?" Quandale then ran back to the base as the sound of lightning striking the ground could be heard. Back at the bunker Quandale took a seat. "Now, what is Napoleon cooking?" Quandale Dingle peered into a room filled with machinery and plans scattered across the area along with two figures. "It has been so long since I had worked with you. Look, just because you got betrayed and died a rather brutal death from the only thing who was slightly like a father figure in your existence doesn't mean you can be this silent. Lighten up a little." Getting closer, he got a good view of the duo.
He could see clearly how Napoleon was wearing a blue mask that covered his face except for his eyes with light blue irises and mouth, the bicorne with golden trimmings along the edges, a blue trench coat with yellow edges, of which was covering a white suit along with a cream tie. Napoleon had a standard frame, olive skin, and was clad in blue besides his black gloves and shoes. For the other figure, she had short hair gradienting from white to red, red eyes, a black cloak like dress, black shoes, and paper white skin. The figure had a slim stature, was slightly shorter than Napoleon, and occasionally red streaks of code went along her dress. As he scanned the room for other things of note, red eyes stared down his soul.
"Quandale." "I know you two may have bad blood but let's have formal introductions before anything else. Quandale, this is Mirus. Mirus, this is Quandale Dingle, for a reminder. "Nah mates, this hella awkward, Imma bail." Quandale Dingle turned around.
"Dinglinator, you shoulda told us you had other friends!" "Do you have any idea what went down when you died?" "As my plans foretold, we have once again met." "Just glad that I can see your face again, Quandale." The group of figures speaking to Quandale were Jamarius Quangledangle, Giannis Bingus, Henry Bartholomew Dinglenut, and Juandale Pringle. Jamarius had- "Look random voice in the sky, we all have white shirts and blue jeans, no need to continue babbling." Quandale interjected. "Making me break the fourth wall here." Then the roof cracked open, revealing a fire pillar piercing three other layers of wall. Napoleon stepped up. "Current objective, abandon this base, escape to the outskirts. Meet up at the fields up north."
The group began going up emergency exit pipes. Quandale followed Juandale as they emerged above ground. The duo saw a group of monsters and an angel floating above striking the base down with light. "Aren't angels supposed to be serving the forces of good?" Juandale exasperated. "It seems you need to get some catching up, like would you believe me if I told you that I am currently god's number one enemy?" "WHAT?" "Nah, I was joking, but we can chit chat more once we escape this place. Taking the highway the two homies booked it, wary of any pursuing cryptid or whatnot. After a few close calls, the two made it into the grass fields, where some of the ground began to swirl. Quandale Dingle and Juandale Pringle took a breather. "Now what?" "Guess we wait."