Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 2

Chapter 32: Mark Has Issues

Steelbeak paced back and forth in his office, smoking on his second cigar in the past 20 minutes. He had to think of the most slow and torturous death for both Mark and Ellie. It had to be something unique, excruitiang, and most importantly, entertaining.

Surprisingly, thinking of a good idea was a bit more difficult than he thought. He had a few ideas and they were all equally perfect, yet he still had no idea if he would choose any of those methods. A part of him still wanted to come up with more ideas.

So far his ideas consisted of...

-Use the new remote to electrocute them for days on end until death.

-Move them to a more secluded prison cell together and let Ellie watch Mark starve to death.

-Put them in sound proof and colorless rooms separately until they went insane from sensory deprivation until they begged for death.

-Build a cold cell for them to freeze to death; or in Ellie's case, to the point she couldn't move.

-Rip them limb from limb...

The list went on and on and they were all equally painful... but none of them seemed good enough. He probably would just have to end up settling on something lame. Steelbeak supposed it didn't matter all that much as long as they were suffering.

Suddenly someone knocked. A God Bot entered without asking permission. Steelbeak knew why.

"Lord Steelbeak, I've come with the weekly inmate count."

Steelbeak turned to him and scowled. "I assume all are accounted for?"

"Actually, sir, four inmates are missing..."

He exhaled his cigar smoke before leaning against his desk. "What did you just say?"

"Inmates 483, 525, 721, and 699 are absent. We assumed they have escaped."

Steelbeak angrily slammed his cigar into the ashtray, storming over to his computer to look up who exactly these inmates were. Whoever the hell they were... they had a big storm coming.

He typed in the numbers aggressively, waiting for his computer to load as the God Bot stood by, anxiously. The pictures of the inmates popped up and Steelbeak's face blanked before quickly turning to a death stare. He glowered at the screen. Those four inmates were Scrooge McDuck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Gloria whateverthefuckherlasttnamewas, and Flintheart Glomgold (who's number was obviously 699).

The God Bot stepped forward. "Lord Steelbeak, is everything alright?"

"..."

"Sir?"

Without a warning, Steelbeak let out a deathly scream, chucking the computer and it's keyboard across the room. It slammed into the large window, cracking it. His chest pumped up and down violently. "I know they didn't fucking escape." He lied to himself through gritted teeth. "I know they fucking didn't."

The God Bot didn't realize that Steelbeak was aware that was the truth and was just ranting. "Actually... it is indeed true, Lord."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He took out his new remote, pressing it. The God Bot fell to the ground in pain, screaming as it clawed at it's own metal skin, starting to dent itself. "YOU ARE USELESS! YOU HAD ONE JOB!" The ironic part was this particular God Bot's job was to serve lunch oil for the other bots as well as give weekly reports but whatever. "YOU WILL GATHER OTHERS AND TRACK THEM DOWN! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU WILL NOT REST UNTIL THEY ARE FOUND!"

Steelbeak paused as the God Bot continued to struggle on the ground. "Except Scrooge McDuck. I don't really give a fuck about him."

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