Meth and Buddha were transported into a different world, not one similar to the outside; it wasn't that this area wasn't on earth, but it was far from a society that those on the crust level would accept; the place where they were transported wasn't one for humans, and that's because it was for the anathematized and damned; those whom found themselves wickedly ostracized; a location for the shunned by the shunned; here, villains sought refuge; it was named Hope because those that resided there, had nothing else other than... hope.

A rough dented cement ground touched Meth and Buddha as they kneeled on it, and their movements were hindered, so even if they wanted, they couldn't stand. All they could do was stare at the rough slab, one with hundreds of abrasions; however, this foundation wasn't normal like any surface area, and that's because they kneeled on a table — a piece of furniture so large that it could be mistaken as ground; it laid in the middle of a cylinder-like foundation; hundreds of porches like those seen in apartments were attached to the cylinder-like area, to such a degree that every crevice was used for these buildings, and they were all aligned with perfect symmetry; inside the porches were shadows of individuals, glancing down at the visitors that greeted them, but the daunting fact wasn't the abnormal design of Hope, rather the thousands of villains that resided there, without any reservation. Perhaps they couldn't afford such.

All the shadowed figures attentively fixed their postures as soon as a voice shouted, "What is my name?!"

The thousands of figures all shouted in rejoice, not a single voice being silenced. "Monkey-Monkey!"

"Who am I?"

"Monkey-Monkey!"

Meth and Buddha were forced to the floor as the noise escalated. They couldn't see what was occurring, only hear, but one sound changed that all.

"STAND," Monkey-Monkey said as he roared.

Despite the sweat that drenched their clothes, they stood up without any hesitation. However, even if it was without hesitance, fear took over both of them as they faced the area called Hope. Such a place should have stayed in fantasy, but unfortunately, it was too real for the visitors. They faced forward, trying not to look at their side, but despite not wanting to, their peripheral vision forced them to glance at a human... No, whatever that thing was, it was no longer something that could be classified as a human. The monster was seven feet tall with the shape of a regular man, but nothing else was similar since that creature bored hundreds of ears around its skin, and each organ was differently colored, from black, white, and brown.

As if that eyesore wasn't enough to make one worried, Monkey-Monkey spoke again, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Oh Buddha, the last capybara. Oh Meth, the human who is attracted to death. What do you two bring to this table? This land of hope? What will you do to change the way our world is designed? What... Will... You... Bring?"

They couldn't answer, not out of cowardly emotions, but rather a fear of responding in a negative way. Their very futures relied on the way that they replied, so death for saying something "wrong" was a minuscule problem in the grand scheme of things.

"Unfortunate. How unfortunate," Monkey-Monkey said. The ground shook so did the table, and all the watchers on their porches were forced to latch onto the railings of their homes. A warm whiff of air with a pungent smell blew down onto the visitors.

The two visitors couldn't even hold their noses closed if they wanted, and it felt as if their nostrils were being seared from the inside until they would pop like corn in the microwave, they could almost feel their skin bubbling, close to the point of explosion. The wind stopped blowing on them; however, if they knew what was coming next, they'd have hoped for the previous.

"Answer!" Monkey-Monkey said in a loud screech-like manner. The noise blasted onto the visitors, and their muscles gave up as soon as they felt the pressure hit them; they were on their knees like soldiers who accepted death as the only option left. The voice spoke, still nowhere to be seen. "We are tired of waiting for those on top to dictate our future. If you have no opinions, then listen and do. Nothing more." In an instant, a head materialized in front of the visitors, and soon after, so did the creature's body; the behemoth was around a hundred feet tall, so much so, she could easily touch the top of the confined area. She harbored the name Monkey-Monkey for a reason; however, the fact that she had three heads was a cockamamie notion to think about. Her middle head was comprised of a hairless chimpanzee, the right was that of an albino gorilla with no eyes or ears, and the left was a proboscis monkey with a ten-foot-long nose; the heads to the sides were closer to the shoulders than the neck, and the rest of her body was covered in brown fur, exempt of her tail which was more like a rat tail with patches of black hair at the end that seemed more like pubic hair than that of monkey's fur. While leaning down, her mouth a few feet away from the visitors, she screamed, "We will take over the top!"

The villains all began screaming in support. Some whaled their arms in the air in euphoria, while others clapped in joy, but a few, a very few, stood without any movements, simply with smiles on their faces.

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All the ruckus was dulled down as soon as Monkey-Monkey held her palm in the air. The attentive crowd waited for their leader to speak. "Today is when we act. We are the destined, and those at the top are nothing more than..." She narrowed her eyes at the visitors, but she shook her head, scanning the area as she stood up straight. "People of the disowned, those left to rot, and perhaps even those formulated or given up to be nothing more than building blocks for those damn politicians… and… heroes that call themselves the savior of their people. They are not! We are. We were the ones used as fucking bricks to build their palace, so who's going to stop us if we take it back? The heroes?" She shook her head. "No. No, no, no, no. They cannot stop us any longer. For once in our lives, we have an opportunity to demolish those at the top. We do. We do because the hero, who many, and I know you all will hate to hear this truth, but I mean it! Many consider him the strongest being to ever exist; however, he is out of commission. I know he is. Because I'm the one that'll make sure he has to leave United Freedom. Soon my people, when he's gone from this palace of ours. Ours. We will take it back. Because my people, this is war."

Meth and Buddha remained kneeled as they stared at the monstrosity in front of them. They knew if war was the option, then not only were they screwed, but the whole world was at stake. Everyone and anyone.

"Oh Buddha, the last capybara," Monkey-Monkey said with a smile, showing her yellow teeth. "Will you aid us against the heroes?" she said, tilting her head and chuckling. "No need to be so tense, you both may stand."

They both stood, avoiding eye contact with each other. Buddha closed his eyes and nodded. "I'll accept, but..." He hesitated to answer, though he quickly regained confidence. "Do you promise that Hunter will fall?"

She scoffed and waved her hand in the air. "My friend, not only will he fall, but they all will. We will kill everyone. Each one of them will die. We will come for them all."

Buddha nodded, glancing at Meth before he kneeled back onto the floor.

"Oh Meth, the human who is attracted to death. With your connections, we could have a tad easier of a time. Though, I do admit you are not needed. In other words, disposable. Do not think for a second that I even give a damn about what you are planning with your fairytales. So tell me, and be honest, why are you here?"

"I'm here to advise you all to halt your plans, just for a little longer. I have something that could greatly help you all, but if you prematurely attack, then your conquest will be nothing more than a failure."

"Meth, Meth Meth Meth, Meth. Do not try to play your games around here. Trickery of your level is frivolity to the knowledge that I have. You see, Benjamin already told me about this bluff of yours, and he advised us to continue our plan, no matter what you say. Your lies are as heavy as a grain of sand."

The once reserved attitude of Meth dissolved, and as he started walking towards Monkey-Monkey, his lips curved into a frown. "Do you understand who I am? I am the man who will bring the wanderer into this world, and I will force him to do whatever the hell I want. Who the fuck are you to weigh my thoughts?"

"Silence," Monkey-Monkey said, facing her palm at Meth, but he continued walking forward not caring about whatever was coming his way. On the other hand, Buddha and the eared monster both fell flat on their belly, pressed against the floor. She stared at the fearless man in confusion as he continued forward. She closed her eyes and smiled. "You are a great actor. Indeed, you are far greater than I ever imagined. To think that you'd go this far, despite only being a human, is quite glaring."

"I'm not an ordinary man," Meth said. "I am the one who decides destiny itself. No one else but me."

"Are you?" she asked as she began to swat her hand at the table. From her view, it was like she was killing a mere fly, but despite that, the man her hand was soon to crush, didn't flinch.

Meth continued to glare at the monster, and then at the many porches. "I won't join your fan club of incels, but I will do you one favor. I'll aid you by not interfering with your plans."

"Don't make me laugh. If I wanted you to not interfere, I would have killed you. Right here and right now. The thing is, I don't care if you interfere, be my guest, you'll die if you do. Though, before you do commit suicide by going against me, I do need one thing from you and that's your connections with the Smilers. I need the Smiley brand to promote an event during our day of chaos. That's all. Anyways, it's that or your life. It's up to you."

"Of course you need me," Meth said, not an ounce of regret or nervousness in his tone. He smiled. "I'll oblige."

"Demarcus, take out the trash."

"Yes, Mama," a ringing noise said. The eared monster stood up and placed his ear-covered hands towards Meth. "Go."

Meth's world turned black, but colors re-emerged, dark green in front of him. He fell from three feet up in the air onto grass. Quickly standing up, he looked around at the area; he was at a park, not the safest looking area, but still, it was something. He clenched his eyes, walking towards the restroom — a small building divided in half, one for women and the other for men. He entered the men's area and neared one of the three sinks. Staring at his hands, he opened the faucet, murky water coming out of it, but he didn't care and splashed the water onto his face, smushing his wet hands against his skin. "I am the best," he said, staring at the mirror, and then at the floor as he sat on the wet tiles. He grabbed his flip phone out of his pocket and placed it in front of him. He then spun it with all his force. The antenna of the phone pointed towards him; whatever he did, it made him smile and scream in joy. "I know I am!"

"Do you mind?" a man said as he kneeled on the floor next to a toilet seat in one of the stalls. His nose was white from the Methamphetamine he was sniffing.

Meth smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Is that cream?"

"What does it look like, you weirdo?"

Meth walked into the stall and stared at the toilet seat pampered with white powder. "Do you mind if I..."

The man opened his mouth, too stunned to even think of something to say. He shook his head. "I mean… I guess for some money?"

"Sure," Meth said, taking out his wallet and handing the man two thousand dollars. "Is that enough?"

The man stood up and looked around and nodded. "Uh, sure." He grabbed the money and ran out of the restroom.

Meth smiled as he kneeled on the floor. He grabbed the toilet seat and pressed his nose against it, sniffing away.