by Capn Carrot
Prometheus X abruptly appears before Caped Cadet and Evil Cadet.
"Are you both ready to merge?" Prometheus X asks solemnly.
"Wha--?" stammers Caped Cadet. "You've known of us being divided into two beings?"
"Yes," replies Prometheus X.
"Yes?" yells Evil Cadet. "You allowed us to remain separated and let me be turned to the side of evil, and all you can say is yes?"
"It was necessary to keep this information from you both, I am sad to say. If not for the split, the so-called Evil Cadet would not have known of the IBG's plans. The Hypertime Entity and Shock-Headed Peter would have taken and destroyed this reality."
"This couldn't have been done any other way? One that wasn't at my, er... our expense?" fumes Caped Cadet.
"Unfortunately, Cadet, no."
"We'd love to believe that, but we thought you were our friend, our ally!"
"I am the ally of life and reality's existence. I only participate in the affairs of intelligent life forms across hypertime to protect reality. Yes, I consider you, you two, as 'friends,' but my responsibility of maintaining stability in hypertime was handed down long ago and has continued to guide my existence through all of my incarnations."
"Well," replies Caped Cadet, "this hurts our feelings, you know. You could have trusted us." Evil Cadet nods in agreement.
"I know that I can trust you Cadets, but this was how the affair had to occur to safely keep hypertime in proper order."
"Well, we guess we can forgive you."
"Once again, are the two of you ready to merge?"
Caped Cadet looks at Evil Cadet. Evil Cadet nods. "I believe we are ready. How will this affect us?"
"You will regain the full strength of your reality-warping powers. I must tell you that Warlord is a thief of the highest order. Do not let his posturing intimidate you or your fellow heroes. He has recently stolen something from one of your comrades. I can say no more. Now, face each other and hold hands."
The Cadets face each other and hold hands. Brilliant light appears from nowhere as warmth swirls around the two Cadets. Suddenly, a spectacular display of pyrotechnics fills the air. The essences of the two Cadets dissolve and flow toward each other. The brilliance flares up and dies down. Caped Cadet emerges, once again whole. He can feel the power flowing through his body. His mind feels whole once again. Cadet must catch up with his battling comrades and try to decipher the enigma of Warlord that Prometheus X threw at him.
Meanwhile, as Warlord, Famine, and Pestilence advance on Gooz and Agent F7, a harsh, scraping growl comes from a dark area of the room.
"What the hell was that?" says Agent F7, cringing involuntarily.
"Umm, I believe," stammers Gooz, "that it's my cell mate."
Suddenly, and violently, something resembling a huge, rotting claw lashes out and severs Famine's emaciated form in two. Warlord and Pestilence turn in fear. A high-pitched screech rips through the air, followed by a vicious cackle. Warlord opens a portal through which he and Pestilence make a quick departure. Famine's corpse disappears.
"Who are you?!" screams Agent F7.
"My name is Skizm," gurgles the creature, "and I bet I know your names. He he he he."
"What are you talki--"
"Why, your name is Breakfast, and yours is Lunch, you delicious-looking things. He he he he he."
"Oh, crap," says Agent F7, shuddering. "I think we're in big, big trouble."