AvA: Domination

End Credit Scene

As Spartan faced off the enemy sticks, a dark figure sat atop the crater in the hill, watching silently as King and Spartan were corrupted and the remaining sticks escaped.

Dummies, she thought to herself irritably, Why pack such insecure and dangerous code inside something as fragile as a wristband when anyone could slice it open at any moment? Best to put the power inside a staff or, even better, yourself.

She watched as the two corrupted sticks dashed up the side of the crater and out of sight. On impulse, she decided to follow them.

Hex stood, eyes dazed, staring at the two grey-toned sticks in front of him.

"Wh-what's going on?" he stammered.

King sighed. "Still haven't lost your cowardice, have you, Hex?"

Hex growled- something he'd never had done in his right mind.

Positive peeked out from behind a tree, observing the three corrupted sticks. Suddenly, one of them disappeared, and the other two glared in his direction.

"Uh-oh..."

A fist connected with Positive's cheek, and he went sprawling.

"Wh-" Positive turned his head and saw a familiar-looking stick who seemed to be coated in some sort of grey substance.

"Spartan?!" he gasped before receiving a kick to the chest.

Just before he hit the floor, he teleported behind Spartan and attempted to smack him- or what was left of him?- in the back of the head. But somehow, the center of Spartan's head melted itself into the head's outline, causing Positive' fist to sail right through. Before Positive could react, Spartan grabbed him by the throat and swopped high, high above the clouds. Positive heard a strange noise issue from Spartan's would-be mouth just before he was hurled downward and slammed into the grassy earth. Just as he recovered, a grey King appeared before his eyes and snatched him up.

"Wh-what the..." Positive muttered just before King's fist collided with his chest. Positive flew backward and smashed hard into the side of the hill.

The three corrupted sticks closed in like a pack of hungry wolves, would-be eyes fixed on Positive, making that otherworldly gargling noise.

Positive gave a dry laugh. "You wanna defeat me that badly? Well..."

Two of the sticks stopped their gurgling. King crossed his arms and gargled.

Positive bolted away from the trio, yelling over his shoulder, "Think again!" His voice quickly faded into the distance.

King scoffed. "Insolent brat."

"What now, King?" Hex asked.

"Well, we go around, assaulting anyone we come across, of course! Surely you remember what I'd planned on doing all along?"

"Um... world domination?"

"Precisely, so-"

"Ahem."

The three sticks whirled around to see a black stick about King's height, with waist-long black hair outlined with purple, and a long, peculiarly-shaped arm cuff fitted onto one arm.

"Have you been spying on us?" King demanded while the other two prepared to pounce at a moment's notice.

"Why should I?" the stick replied casually.

The three corrupted sticks were stunned.

"How the heck do you understand what we're saying?" King asked, incredulous.

The stick began studying her fingers. "Let's just say I... unexpectedly gained the ability to do so."

"Have you met others like us before?" Spartan asked curiously.

"Rarely. This is an ever rarer occasion, seeing all three of you grouped up together like this. I mostly only find one subject, two at most..." Her voice trailed off.

"So why are you here? Also, who are you?"

"To answer your first question, I merely happened to come across your, ah... little spat, so to speak; if you are to acknowledge the result of your second question, you'd better come with me."

Spartan and Hex both glanced at King.

"You're the boss, King," Spartan said, "What should we do?"

"Let's go with her," King decided, "I'd very much like to know more about our, eh... wondrous client."

"Excellent."