Capítulo 24: Interlude: Guest Writer (Non Canon)
Mr. Villain paused before he continued with a dark, raspy tone, "-and to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Desmond Tiny."
A hooded figure stood a behind the silver masked villain, holding a large tome that was chained to the entity's wrist.
Desmond Tiny: That is not my name and you know it, deviant.
Mr. Villain: Oh? Deviant, is it? Last time we met, it was aberrant. And you still haven't answered my question, Des.
Desmond Tiny (sighed): You know why I'm here.
Mr. Villain (snapped his fingers): Ah, that's right. You want me stop to my fiendish plan but like I told you before, you can shove it up that wrinkly ass of yours and scram.
Desmond Tiny (angered): How dare you ...
Mr. Villain: Hey, you're more than welcome to try and stop me ... oh wait, you can't. I'm not in your book, am I? That means you have no authority over me, doesn't it?
Desmond Tiny: ...
Mr. Villain: Yeah, that's what I thought. So, if you have nothing else to say, I suggest you shut it and leave me be. Go back to your pathetic void and hang out with those miserable siblings of yours ... except Death and Delirium. Those two are my favorites.
Desmond Tiny: It won't work.
Mr. Villain: Hmm?
Desmond Tiny: There are no more reboots. Whatever crisis that happens, ... it will be a part of the continuity.
Mr. Villain: ... I know. It still doesn't change anything. The project will go as planned. Nothing will stop me ...
At this point, Mr. Villain finally turned his head to stare at the hooded figure.
Mr. Villain: ... not even destiny itself.
Desmond Tiny: ... very well. But remember, when my sibling comes to take you, she won't be alone.
The hooded figure looked up and stared back into Mr. Villain's mask with glowing eyes.
Desmond Tiny: I'll be there ... to watch as the weight of what you have done eats away at your conscience. And as the last bit of your life fades away from your eyes, we shall see what judgement shall befall upon thy soul.
Mr. Villain: ... melodramatic, much? Seriously, have you ever thought of acting? You would actually do great in a Shakespeare's play.
Desmond Tiny (cocked an eyebrow): Really? I always thought I was more suited for Homer's play, "The Odyssey".
Mr. Villain: No, no, no. Shakespeare is where it's at.
Desmond Tiny (stroking his chin): I see ... wait a minute, stop distracting me!
Mr. Villain: You started it, you old *bleep!
Desmond Tiny: Well, you're a bloody wanker!
Mr. Villain: Senile old fart!
Desmond Tiny: Screw you, you wretched deviant!
Mr. Villain: See what I'm doing with my hands? Oh, what is it? Oh, that's right! I'm flipping you the bird!
Desmond Tiny: Bah! I don't know why I even try! Go *bleep yourself, you childish mortal!
With that, the hooded figure vanished without a trace.
Mr. Villain: Ha! Leaving just because you can't even stand being called an old fart? Who's the childish one now?!
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