I will return

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The cell door closed behind me with a screech that echoed in my ears as a reminder of my fall. Here I was, in a cold, dark prison, without the power that once made me invincible. My henchmen, the same ones who once feared me and obeyed me without question, now shared the same cell as me.

But we were not allies. No more.

They gathered around each other, speaking in whispers, laughing as if I didn't exist. I watched them from my corner, my blood boiling with suppressed anger. I tried to join their conversation, trying to regain the control I had lost. "We need to think of a plan to get out of here," I said, my voice trying to sound firm.

The largest of them looked at me with disdain, his face full of mockery. "You? Talk about plans? We saw how that turned out, pup." Before I could react, he kicked me, sending me into the corner of the cell. I felt anger bubbling inside me, but I didn't have the strength to respond. No more.

"We don't work for you anymore," another murmured, not bothering to look at me. "You're just a little dog that got us into this mess."

Every word was a stab to my pride. I tried to get up, try to impose myself, but they ignored me. It was as if he had ceased to exist for them. I, who had been a god, was now nothing more than a joke. I was trapped, surrounded by those who once feared me, now my executioners.

Their taunts were endless. "Do you remember when *Scrappy Rex* thought he could take over the world?" one said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How scared I was!" He pretended to tremble, while the others burst into laughter.

Another leaned toward me, his repulsive breath hitting me in the face. "And what happened to that gigantic monster that almost crushed Fred and Velma? Where is it now, huh?" He asked, giving me a push that almost knocked me over again. "Oh, I forgot... you're just a puppy anymore."

The humiliation was unbearable, but the hatred burning in my chest was even more so. They kept talking, ignoring me, planning among themselves as if I didn't exist. Every time I tried to intervene, I was silenced with a kick or a mocking laugh. "Shut up, puppy," they said every time he tried to raise his voice.

But the worst was when they turned on the television. On the screen, the Mystery Inc. boys appeared smiling, celebrating their victory. Each one of them radiated satisfaction, as if they were the great heroes of the day. Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and that damn Scooby-Doo, all laughing, enjoying the recognition that should have been mine.

"See that, Scrappy?" said one of my former minions, pointing at the screen. "They are the heroes, and you... you are just the loser. A loser who couldn't even maintain his monstrous form for a full day."

The hatred that had been contained within me exploded at that moment. "I'm going to get revenge!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the cell. But instead of intimidating them, it only caused more laughter.

"Get revenge? With what, Scrappy? With barking and biting?" they mocked, imitating an exaggerated bark.

"Maybe you could be the new prison mascot," said another, laughing as he looked at me with contempt.

I closed my eyes, clenching my small fists furiously, trying to block out their taunts. But his words stuck in my mind like thorns. He knew he was trapped, helpless...for now. But no matter how many times I was knocked down, how many times I was laughed at, the truth was that my thirst for revenge would not be quenched. The Mystery Inc. guys could laugh now, but they didn't know what awaited them.

Someday, somehow, he would get the Daemon Ritus back. And when I did, no one, not even those stupid humans, could stop me. My revenge would be complete, and this time, there would be no mistakes. No more.