VINDICATOR. (Plants vs. Zombies)

Chapter 15: Presentiment

Meanwhile, deep down in the abyss of the ocean.

Dr. Zomboss held a flat-head screwdriver and two crimpers of varying sizes on his other hand as Noise and Z-Borg remained on the back, being on the lookout for probable threats. A bright yellow light gleamed on their heads, bouncing off the rocky terrain of the seabed that are mostly inhabited by moss.

After a while, a blaring voice came off Zomboss, "Hand me over the Torx," Z-Borg swam to the tool-case behind Zomboss and plucked a Hex screwdriver.

"That's just about right," Zomboss twists himself around, letting go of the flat-head screwdriver as it sank, "Wait, no-no-no-no, I need a larger one." He asserts rapidly, relocating the crimper that's already attached to another unscrewed spot on the submarine.

Z-Borg immediately placed the Hex driver that he had back to the tool-case and picked a bigger one without breaking a sweat. "See? Organizing your tools is one massive step for one quality performance! Quite deserving of an undivided merit just by how much I arrange everything on a daily basis, I'd say." Zomboss uttered, quickly seizing the Hex driver off of Z-Borg's palm, continuing on his work afterhand.

Z-Borg remained in the same place for a few seconds, shortly going back to guarding the place thereafter.

After a while had passed in the pitch-black depths, only bearing faint color as the lights illuminated their directions, as Zomboss had been already situated on the opposite side of the submarine tightening the rest of the loose screws in a smooth and swift fashion, he finished by loosening the crimper holding a rickety part shortly after he tightened the last flat-head screw.

"Whew," The voice box on Zomboss's neck screeched, "I'm really thankful that I made sure that it withstood as much stress as anyone could imagine. Boy, just think about how much bunkum I would've brought to myself if I built it just like I do with my mass-produced doohickeys. That'd be not oh-so big brain of me!" He asserted.

But not long after did Zomboss bowed his head down slightly and felt a light prick in his abdomen.

"Wait," Zomboss's upper body twisted and turned rapidly from direction to direction, "Where the hell did my flat-head go?" A cold ran up the back of his neck as he added.

Just as Zomboss angled up his face, he caught Z-Borg near him, subtly reaching a flat-head screwdriver out to the doctor by his left arm.

"By some means, fittingly," Zomboss's eyes met Z-Borg's as he smirked and squinted his eyes, grabbing said hand tool away without a thought and breaking eye contact just after.

"Noise, don't be wandering off out there too soon!" Zomboss noted floating away, putting a distance between him and Z-Borg, "I do not know where's where in this infinite void, mind you," he furthered.

"I'm here!" A blaring voice spoke. Zomboss turned right following the voice in his right ear and a bright yellow light swiftly covered most of his vision, seeing Noise's head sitting within the glass dome.

"Good," Zomboss commented, "The submarine should be alright at this point. The only thing that got damaged a lot was the outer shell, and oh did it take those spankings like a winner!" He heh'd as he bared his teeth, smiling. "The interior lights is still messed up one way or another, but they're no tough nuts to crack," he added, "Let's go back inside regardless," replied he in a firm fashion as he hid the flat-head screwdriver in the toolbox and brought it, shortly going through the airlock one-by-one as they shut the trapdoor tight afterhand.

Zomboss quickly untightened his headpiece and pulled it up out of his head, puffing out loudly as he trudged along the submarine, arching his chest forward in his heartfelt glee, "WHOO! What a lively time to be alive!" He tossed the headpiece away as he exclaimed, his voice resounding from within the submarine. The headpiece clinked and jangled as it bounced off something and tumbles wherever, whenever until it eventually stopped.