"When I was younger..." remembered Happy. "I didn't have any friends..."

A young boy walks around the classroom. He tries saying hello to a bunch of other students who laugh at him and walk away.

"They hated me... because of who I was... They were all... jealous... Whether it be fame... or fortune..."

"BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA HIM!!!" roared one kid.

"Or... Skin..."

Happy kept sobbing, where it is revealed that he's in the United States.

"CUT HIS HAIR!!!" laughed one kid, as they began shaving his hair as his head got bloody.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tomas... But... Your son... he stabbed a child with a pencil."

"My father was wealthy... But... he was a cruel, cruel man..." said Happy.

*SMACK!!!*

The younger Happy falls to the ground with a bleeding nose, crying and shivering.

"Never... hurt an innocent child like that again... It's your fault you've humiliated our family name... I'm tryna run a business, ya filthy wanker..." His fathet kicks him down.

"I didn't have... any friends..." said Happy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" sobbed Happy, as his body parts were stripped away from his body. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Happy's Soul is finally placed within the Ghost Box.

"Alone... For ten... long... years... Trapped in a Goddamned suit... mate... But then... they found me..."

Suddenly, Athena smiles, beginning to clean Happy and reactivating him.

Happy stares at her, now a possessed animatronic bee. "Hello..." he spoke nicely. "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Athena!" she smiled.

"AND IIII'M PROMETHEUS!!!" smirked Prometheus. "I'm adopting you, kid!" he sneered.

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"They gave me family... friends... even if Prometheus was a tad bit untrustworthy... I am proud that he is my father..."

Happy crashes down into the desert sand beneath Dracula's foot.

Literally everybody is down. Jedan has a hole in his chest. Lord's head is cracked. Anna is unconscious. Gerard's leg is broken. Fred is knocked-out. Athena's clones are all crushed by Dracula.

"'Mate....'" Dracula sarcastically retorted. "Well? Anyone else?"

Miguel is still powering up, but begins bleeding from his veins.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You? With your Usog!? You can't even touch me... HMHMHMHMHMHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AAAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Suddenly, Dracula sneers as he stops time. "ZA TAIMO AAAAAIZZZZUUUU!!!"

*time boom noises occur*

Dracula sneers walking around Miguel, whistling.

Dracula sneers as he just flat-out snaps Miguel's legs backward with a quick kick during stopped-time.

Dracula sneers.

Dracula teleports ten seconds later and sees that Miguel is on the ground, in middle of screaming.

Dracula rewinds time to five seconds earlier and crushes his arms.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" roared Miguel.

Five seconds later, it is revealed that another Dracula is there, sneering at Miguel before jumping away.

"Y-You... You could..." whispered Miguel.

"I... can. see. the. futuuuure..." sneered Dracula, singsongily.

Dracula kicks Miguel over and over. "My father was Nero... I was given the responsibility of becoming a god to humanity... Born a Turk raised by Christians... Forced to murder my brethren... We all have problems... And here I AM being the villain... Because I eradicated your races... your people... Filipinos...? Pillaged them... Aswangs? Took their existence away."

"Beginning to realize how racist you are..."

"You can't be racist to a race that no longer exists! Watch! Those damned Romans. See? It isn't racist. Everyone knows the Romans were assholes! Because they're all dead. Plus, I'm half Roman, doesn't count. KRRRRYYYYYY!!!"

"Nero was your Dad? What-?"

"DON'T RUB IT IN!!!" Dracula kicks him hard that he rolls around in the sand and a shockwave occurs. "What can you do about it anyway!? You're a weakling! COWARD!!! I OWN YOU!!!"

"Why... are you so.... fucking... angry...? You... motherfucking... PRICK!!!???"

"Because you dare think someone like you could EVER surpass me! ME!!! AFTER EVERYTHING I GAVE YOU!!! I STROVE FOR!!! YOU-!!! YOU-!!!"

"You're afraid of me..."

Dracula's eyes widen and quiver.

"Tell me, Dracula..." said Miguel. "Is that really your Kulam? Where did you get that power? Is it from training... or those damned sticks everyone's so crazy about?"

Dracula retorts. "SHUT UP!!! You insignificant RAT!!!"

"Prometheus said... it's the Spear of Destiny... Does it hold some kinda power... the secrets to where Kulam and Usog come from?" asked Miguel.

"How... How are you?"

"I can just... tell... I can... tell..."

Dracula decides to stop time and prepares to karate chop his face, only for... Miguel's pupils to follow him. "WHAT!?!?" he asked. He began walking around, and Miguel's eyes follow Dracula's movement. "WHAAAAAT!?!? HOW!?!? No... You... YOU'RE STILL A DEMIGOD!!!" roared Dracula. "Your... teleportation... You aren't teleporting... Because each time you disappear, there are a few seconds before you come back... Could it be... He... skips time as well!?!? THIS... THIS IS... THE HIMALA!?!?" asked Dracula, remembering that Miguel is still... a demigod...