A rip in space

Chapter 2

The dreadlord smiled to himself. His machine was finally complete. He strode into the throne room and inspected the machine. This time, there were no mistakes. His workers cowered before him as he entered, save one brave little soul, soon to be damned. One of his workers ran towards him and attempted to tackle him to the ground. He kicked him into a corner and went back to his machine. "W-why?" The worker groaned, "do y-you wa-nt to destroy." The dreadlord looked down at the worker and shrugged."because it's a Tuesday." And the worker turned into yet another skeletal minion. He pressed the button on the side and the two antennas of the machine fizzed and each blasted a beam. When the beams intercepted each other, they made a weird noise and presto, it was done. The rip in space was becoming larger by the second. Within seconds it would become large enough to swallow living specimens. His workers were becoming agitated. He did a mock bow and vanished, teleported. The workers huddled into the corner, except one fearless yogter (an alien that resembles a blob. It can grow new limbs and stretch itself like goo.) got a little too close to the rip. His screams as he was devoured were horrible. The panicked workers started to scream, and within moments they too had been devoured. The dreadlord had teleported to an alternate dimension, so he would not be devoured by the rip. As you can see, the dreadlord is smart. He always has everything planned out, which is why it is so hard to defeat him. Every time you seem to come close to defeating him, you almost always walk into a trap. In this dimension, he had his workers build him a massive dark palace. In this dimension, he was the supreme ruler of all. Those puny mortals lived in fear of him. In this dimension people worshipped him as a god. This was the dimension that he called home. Soon, he would be able send his forces out of the rip in time and space, to destroy the SSF, which had imprisoned him in this prison, 1000 years ago. Oh how much he loathed them. Those stupid SSF idiots. This time, he had managed to escape, without them noticing, by learning teleportation. He had managed to escape to this alternate dimension, where the people living were like minions, waiting for someone to serve. That someone was him, the dreadlord. Most people had to address him by his formal title, dreadlord Optimus maximus, (dreadlord the best and greatest) or they were dead. He went to his observation room and looked at his new device. The rip had devoured all the workers, and now it was eating his base on that stupid planet, where you could not even get a good cup of coffee and there was no vodka. He felt no remorse as he watched that planet have chunks ripped out of it and eaten by the rip, and then the nearby planets too, with those stupid aliens on them. They kept sending ads about the most stupid things ever invented, like chocolate fish, to him. Who needs chocolate fish when you have actual fish in your fish tank, chocolate fish don't even swim! They just get soggy and drown. Soon, he would have destroyed that universe, and it's stupid chocolate fish and be ruler of the other universe, in the other dimension, where coffee and vodka was allowed. He smiled, a rare expression, that looked like a facial seizure. (Don't tell him I said that) "now."