The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us

The Wrong Spies

Soal and Irene peered into Revaw's sinister eyes, only to notice a glint of colorlessness inside, one that was clearly a defect in his system. He stared back, Glen still barred behind his arms, with a patronizing glare, but only for a moment. Irene averted her eyes to Soal for a moment, and deep down, Soal knew that their foe was being fooled. After all, he had often considered the fact that Revaw usually donned glasses.

"Return to the cafe, shrimps," Revaw shooed them off as though they possessed no importance, and all of a sudden, Soal was instantly certain that Revaw had been tricked. But... there was no one else in the room. Who could he possibly have been targeting.

Soal and Irene warily and obediently retreated to the sidelines of the scene, only to realize that a now easily visible rift in the back wall gave way to two pairs of eyes, now caught in their act, and burning with a scathing resentment. "Spies, creep from your perch, and I will escort you to a much more suitable home," Revaw beckoned. "These children are in the vicinity."

The eyes glanced back and forth nervously, unsure of their next action. Revaw sighed and spoke to them. "I suppose this may have to be handled the difficult way," he threatened. "Fear me, fear Lint Corp."

Revaw released his grip on a Glen that now appeared anxious to escape, and Soal and Irene, from the corners of their eyes, witnessed him darting up the staircase, probably to return to the cafeteria. With his naturally poor eyesight, Revaw looked to be slightly unaware, perhaps just mightily indifferent if he did know. He approached with a malevolent pace, arms jutted out to his sides, and dug through his unrealistically deep pockets to reel an unexpectedly unreasonable weapon.

The weapon was an immense beaker of soylent, as large as a small dog, marked with the familiar POL letters, ominously etched into its transparent surface. At the bottom of its interior, a potentially mystical light shone, Soal and Irene unknowing of its meaning. The liquid sloshed in its foundation, and Revaw was poised to spill it over the unidentifiable suspects hiding in the tear; they cowered and looked to perspire fearfully, backed into this cramped space. Despite the vice president's warning, the two legitimate Revolute spies watched as a concerned audience to this unrealistic affair.

The tear in the wall looked indeed more crowded than it indeed would have ever occurred to Soal. The two apparent pairs of eyes tucked inside had been herded into a minuscule alcove, nearly pitch-black with darkness. Without a sign of resistance from the duo of undetectable spies, Revaw murderously poured his sizeable container of soylent into the alcove, the brightness at its bottom still glowing and pulsing intensely. The liquid just kept on spilling, infinitely refilling, more soylent emerging from the light at its bottom indefinitely, drowning the spies and their chamber, suffering in complete silence. Irene and Soal were now even beginning to doubt the reality of this situation, if they weren't simply dreaming. However, that was not the case.

The eyes in the shadow fell limp, and sparks flew from Revaw's bottom of the beaker, further emanating illumination into the now overflowing beaker that must have weighed in around at least fifteen pounds. With his uncanny strength, Revaw's pocket opened up to an unrealistic degree, allowing him to dump the entire beaker back into the pocket, and the zipper shut as though it were carrying no such burden, Revaw clapping his hands merrily, obviously unaware of Soal and Irene's presence.

"Now, shrimps," he turned to them as he finally reached for his glasses, greatly sharpening his eyesight and allowing him to truly lay his eyes on the two actual spies. "Return to the cafeteria. There, you will be properly... well... actually..."

Revaw recognized, regardless of the physical modifications enforced by the Zillyroise, the duo. They stood breathlessly and motionlessly, as though awaiting judgement for a crime. "Did I mean you when I spoke prior?" Revaw scowled. "I can see beyond your insufficient tones of disguise."