(Make up chapter for Monday)
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Dave stood alone in the darkness, the fog swirling around him like a living entity. The only sound was the soft mist clinging to his skin, and the distant hum of... something. Then, a low, gravelly voice echoed through the fog, sending shivers down Dave's spine.
"Things are becoming so slow," the voice murmured, seemingly to itself. "I need one of those figureheads to put things into motion. So who should it be? The Villain kid, with his grandiose plans and predictable tantrums? The beast boy, with his brute strength and limited wit? Or the perverted idiot, with his... unique perspective on the world?"
Dave spun around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, but it seemed to be coming from all directions at once. He took a step forward, his footfalls muffled by the fog. "Hello?" he called out, but the voice had fallen silent.
