What if Scrappy Doo planned to get revenge for the time Mistery Inc. He ruined his plan and this time he can do well everything he did wrong.
It has been more than 20 years since Scrappy Doo teamed up with the Daemon Ritus, a device with the ability...
The rain doesn't stop as the couple takes me to the museum. If it weren't for the downpour, they would probably be pretending to take me for a walk like any pet, but this time, with the deluge, they have no choice but to put me in their bag.
We stop a block from the museum, right in front of a hotel. They have been well trained. Without saying a word, they rent a room on the top floor. Throughout the entire process, I'm still stuck in the blonde woman's bag, pretending to be that damn "Flappy." What a ridiculous name, I hate it.
We ride the elevator to the top floor, and as we do, I mentally review every detail of the plan. Everything has to turn out perfect. Nobody can suspect anything.
Arriving at the room, my chance finally appears. While the couple makes sure everything is in order, I assess the surroundings from my uncomfortable fabric prison. There are security cameras all over the hallway, but I notice a blind spot right next to a candy machine. I smile internally. That will help me.
The woman enters the room with the man first, making sure everything is clear. Then, as we had practiced, he heads to the candy machine, leaving me on the floor, pretending that he needs more space to get a candy. She continues shopping while I quickly and unseen slip out of the bag. Freedom, although momentary, tastes incredible.
With calculated movements, I approach the air conditioning grille, which I had already loosened earlier. I sneak through the ducts, feeling the temperature change as I move between the walls of the hotel. I watch through the cracks as the woman returns to the room, closes the door and hangs a "Do Not Disturb" sign. Perfect. My puppets will be safe while I do my thing.
At the end of the duct, I reach the roof. I go out and find myself exactly where I had planned: the museum is opposite, just two floors below. The rain continues to fall, lightning lighting up the sky as I approach the edge of the building. I can't help but smile as I pull out my hook gun, hooking a rope to the museum ledge.
I place my equipment on the rope and hold it firmly. This will be my makeshift zipline to traverse the distance between buildings. The tension in the air is palpable, but it's nothing compared to what I feel in my chest. The burning that begins to intensify the closer I am to the Daemon Ritus. The feeling is stronger than ever. The power, the heat, everything... it's incredible!
I descend the rope, with the wind and rain hitting my face, but I don't care. My target is so close I can almost smell it. Every meter I advance, the connection between the Daemon Ritus and me becomes more intense, more irresistible.
"Soon..." I mutter to myself as I cross the distance. "Very soon we will be together again."
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