Shamazon strikes up a conversation during the long and boring road trip to Webawhonow.
"So, this guy's name is Eddie Mercury? You think he's a Queen fan?" Shamazon postulates. Shamazon is sitting shotgun next to mxy, with Boneregard sleeping in the back and the proposition just sort of hanging around doing god knows what.
"Beats the hell out of me, why would we care?" mxy grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road. Shamazon reaches for the radio dial, but mxy slaps his hand away. "No. I don't want any distractions."
Shamazon crosses his arms and groans.
"How long did you say this ride would be?"
"Forever, if you don't shut up."
Shamazon clenches his fist, but knows damn well that he cannot drive and if he did anything to mxy he could very well end up abandoned in the literal middle of nowhere. The trip extends on and on, without anything interesting happening. Shamazon eventually falls asleep, but mxy doesn't seem to care. After a long and grueling trip of complete nothingness, mxy pulls up to the gas station, and parks his car.
"Alright everyone, rise and shine and deal with this guy so we can go all the way back." mxy says. The only person who actually gets up immediately is Shamazon, who steps out of the vehicle and knocks on the back to get the attention of Boneregard and the proposition.
"We're here." Shamazon says, and Boneregard sighs as he gets up and out of the vehicle, with the proposition hopping out after him. mxy remains in the driver's seat, not accompanying the trio as they enter the gas station.
"Well, he's supposed to be in here, right? If that's so, then where is he?" Shamazon says, looking around with suspicion.
"Probably in some hidden room or somethin. Let's check the staff room." Boneregard yawns. All three criminals file into the room labeled "STAFF ONLY", which just seems to be a supply closet.
"Do we have any reference for how large this guy is? What if he's like, really small? He might be hiding in a bottle or something." Shamazon muses, stroking his chin. Shamazon brings out D, and begins recklessly erasing random things off the supply closet shelves. Boneregard covers his lack of ears.
"Oy, keep it down! That sound is awful!" Boneregard complains. Once the entire supply closet is cleared of its contents, Shamazon concludes that Eddie Mercury is not, in fact, a really small man.
"Well, if he's not in here, then where else could he be?" Shamazon shakes his head in frustration. "We weren't given nearly enough information."
The proposition begins hopping up and down on top of the secret trapdoor near the poster, and Shamazon gives it an angry glare.
"You gonna actually be useful, or are you just gonna jump around doing nothing this whole time? We're trying to find Eddie!"
Shamazon punches the wall in anger, and just so happens to hit the button hidden on the poster. The secret door opens, and Shamazon looks down it.
"Huh. I guess that's probably a good place to look." Shamazon declares, before sliding down into the room below. Eddie turns around upon hearing someone entering the room, presuming it to be another new recruit to the Order.
"Oh, thank god, you look like you might actually be competent compared to those last couple of idiots." Eddie says.
"Actually, I'm here to kill you." Shamazon says in a booming voice. "But first, I need you to tell me something."
Shamazon grabs Eddie and holds him up in the air with one hand, while holding out a sheet of paper with the other. D scribbles a picture of Ignis onto the paper, and Shamazon shows it to Eddie.
"Where can I find this man?" Shamazon demands, while Eddie trembles with fear.
"Ack! I…I can't disclose something like that, especially if you're just going to kill me either way, but what I can tell you is that you really don't want to kill me!" Eddie stammers.
"And why is that?" Shamazon leers at Eddie.
"Because, my Stand is…" Eddie sighs, not having wanted to resort to this. Eddie's Stand appears on the floor near Shamazon, and Shamazon gasps, dropping Eddie.
"Freddie Mercury!" Shamazon and Eddie say in unison.
"But how? Freddie Mercury is his own person, not a Stand! This is probably just some body double you're using to trick me!"
"I wish, but I promise you that what I say is true. If you kill me, Freddie dies too, and it'll be all your fault." Eddie states, pointing a finger straight at Shamazon. Shamazon seems heavily conflicted, but what doesn't seem conflicted is the proposition, which is now marching straight towards Eddie Mercury.
"Huh? The hell is that thi-" before Eddie can finish his sentence, the proposition's Stand, 009 Sound System, appears, and moments later, Eddie finds himself trapped in the second dimension. Eddie tries to run away, moving like a shadow along the floor, but the proposition moves far faster than him, and scatters a stack of papers all over the floor, obscuring parts of him from vision. The proposition then uses its Stand to bring Eddie back into the third dimension, but all the parts that were covered up are absent, including one of Eddie's shoulders, a large portion of his thigh, and both his feet. Eddie screams out in agony as his body falls to the ground, and he can't even reach his communication device before he loses all control over his limbs and dies from blood loss. The proposition simply continues staring forwards with its usual goofy smile expression, and Shamazon glances at it, deciding that maybe it's not the best idea to chastise it for killing Freddie Mercury. On the way out, the proposition uses its stand to flatten a soda machine into the second dimension, and slides it under its hat for safekeeping so it can set it up back at the WCL building.
As Cybr is talking to the Order's information person, he suddenly hears a kicking at the door.
"Hang on, I think El Diablo wants me." Cybr says, and a pair of arms emerges from the computer to shrug, before disappearing back inside the machine. Cybr opens the door, and sure enough, El Diablo is standing there, looking back at him. "What do you want, you could've just waited for me to come back to you."
"You." says El Diablo, and before Cybr can react with confusion, El Diablo suddenly pulls out a canister of knockout gas and sprays it in Cybr's face, causing him to melt into a puddle, as El Diablo morphs into Hhid N.'s preferred form. Hhid N. pulls out his Order communication device and closes the door to Cybr's office as he steps inside to report this.
"I got Cybr, gonna contain him and send him to the cell now. He's been in cahoots with Info, so we may need to do something about her before things get too far." Hhid N. reports, before using a sort of vacuum unit to suck up Cybr's mask and liquid body into a compression chamber. Hhid N. slinks out of the building with Cybr in tow, nobody even really giving him a second thought as he heads out.
When Cybr awakens, he finds himself in a completely sealed chamber with no ventilation, and he finds that everything has been stripped from his person, save for his mask. A voice speaks from a hidden speaker after Cybr is conscious for a few minutes.
"Well, well, the legendary Cybr, now caught and contained with no conceivable means of escape. It's really a wonderful sight." Polion says over the speaker. "With you out of the picture, the rest of your buddies will fall pretty easily, I think. From my understanding, the only people left from that original motley crew that attacked the headquarters are you, your boss, and a couple of cops and misfits. And of those, the only one who's really of that much concern is your boss, El Diablo, but from my understanding, his current form is far weaker than the El Diablo we've dealt with in the past."
Cybr remains silent, not caring enough to feed into Polion's taunting.
"You should be honored, really. We only use these cells for people who are REALLY problematic. The guy in the next cell over is that guy with the rock that kills people or whatever. We figured we might as well keep him around, on the off chance that you die because of him."
"So do you not actually know how to kill me?" Cybr asks.
"We have some ideas, but as of now, we lack the resources to adequately test them, and don't want to risk setting you free after we worked so hard to contain you in the first place."
"So you're just gonna have me sitting here doing nothing until you figure something out?"
"Yep. It's not like we need to feed you or anything. We can basically just leave you to rot while we do other things."
With that, the speaker turns off, once again leaving Cybr alone in silence.
Back at the WCL, not cool has decided to just do some building exploration, in particular wanting to check out the basement, since he never went down there before. When not cool heads downstairs, he finds that the door to the advertising room is open, presumably because Adzaster needed to use the bathroom or something of the sort. not cool checks out the interior of the ad room, most of the advertising energy having already been absorbed into Adzaster, causing the room to feel oddly empty. The walls are covered with printouts of prototype ads and sticky notes detailing various ideas, but none of them are of particular interest to not cool, so he heads out of the room, and checks out the boiler room instead. What not cool finds is that the boiler is, for some reason, in the shape of a large, buff bald person, and that the boiler boils oil for the sake of heating the building. Sufficiently satisfied with this discovery, not cool returns to his office on the first floor.
Up on the second floor, foul play peeks out into the hall, and sees Cybr's door wide open, with Hhid N. having not bothered to close it on his way out. foul play silently fist pumps to himself, and readies the polarized lenses that he picked up for this exact purpose.
"Time to see what sicko crazy shit this guy looks at all day…" foul play mutters, as he heads into Cybr's room, sitting at his computer chair and donning the lenses. The moment foul play looks at the screen, he finds his very essence being dragged towards it, against his own will. foul play tries to retreat, but it seems that the force inside of the computer has a firm grip on his soul, and foul play falls out of the computer chair as his soul is fully wrenched from his body and sucked into the computer. Afterwards, the lenses foul play used as well as everything else on his person fades away, leaving behind only a chalk outline on the ground in Cybr's room.