by T5
Naecken searched for weeks, literally turning the small pocket dimensions inside the Dead Zone inside out in his search for the fifth-dimensional creature.
He had almost given up when he suddenly saw a panther dancing in a miniskirt singing, "Looooove to love you, babyyyy!" moaning in an almost-perfect Donna Summer voice. He knew he had found his target.
Grinning, he bowed and introduced himself to the panther. "Greetings, O sharp-toothed one. I have come in peaceful matters and wish to speak to your master."
The panther stopped singing, and its clothes changed into that of a cab driver. A yellow taxicab materialized in front of them, and the panther opened the door.
"Enter, O blueberry-skinned one," the panther said, then gave him an impossible grin. Naecken smiled and sat down on the comfortable backseat.
Slamming the door, the panther entered the car with a lot of struggling and puffing. "They sure don't consider us cats when they make these," the panther complained.
The car roared and drove into the mists, seemingly driving around in circles for about thirty minutes until it finally came to rest at the exact point where they started.
"That will be two apple pies and forty dollars," said the panther, grinning.
"Hmm... I don't carry any currency right now," apologized Naecken with a shrug.
"Okay, if that's how you want it." The car transformed into a police car and drove in the same maddening circle for another thirty minutes, and this time parked outside a cartoony-looking jail. Huge bulls that looked like they were dressing up for a Mad Max movie patrolled the gates.
"Walk through there," ordered the panther.
Naecken stepped out of the car and walked up to the gate. He sighed. "May I see your master? Or do I have to feed you your lungs?"
The bulls laughed. "He knew the secret code, folks. You have just won the first prize!"
The prison doors opened, and a huge audience of sheep were clapping their paws. Naecken stepped out onto the stage, and the crowd clapped even more.
"Here he is, folks... the man, the myth, the legend... the blue-skinned marvel of tomorrow, the man with many faces... and, might I even add, many feces..." The sheep found this to be hilarious and bah-ah-ahed loudly.
Naecken looked upon the man who had introduced him, and even though transformed into a television host, the otherdimensional energies of K'tl showed through.
So Naecken picked him up in the collar and started to walk out of there. But the little creature would have nothing of the sort. He turned into a huge copy of Optimus Prime and blasted him with his gun, sending Naecken flying through the gray ether.
Then he whipped up the rest of the Transformer robots, and they pommeled Naecken relentlessly. Although the kicks and blasts didn't actually harm Naecken, they still gave him considerable pain. He wasn't totally invulnerable, of course, and this little creature was extremely powerful when angry.
Naecken decided to end this. He gave them all a huge burst of stunning energy from his trident, and the robots disappeared as the little imp passed out.
Sighing, Naecken picked him up and flew home.
Zveidi and her newfound ally, T5, entered her castle only to find Mr. Smith feeding on one of the souls that resided there.
"Well, well. You finally found out that you could do that, did you?"
Smith turned around in surprise. "You knew?"
"Of course. Why do you think I've kept you here, little man? You're my secret weapon against the Fallen One."
"Oh. Are you planning to use me to fight Satan himself?"
"Yes, that's the idea. He can use all his power, but he won't stand a chance against a leech like you. And when he is as weak as I want, I will strike with the aid of this little construct. Say hello, T5."
The car transformed into a manlike structure. "Hello, Smith."
"Impressive. You sure know how to find the right people. My band of misfits were too busy with their own agendas to be of any use. But we almost defeated the MBL Consulting people."
"Almost. But next time, with my help, we will triumph."
After safely binding the little fifth-dimensional man by soulbinding runes, Naecken awoke him. "Good morning, imp. How do you feel this wonderful day?"
K'tl's eyes fluttered and opened slowly. He groaned, "Could you pass me the glass of lemonade, please?"
"I'm afraid I..."
"Never mind!" yelled the unstable man. "I will just have to fetch it myself, then." But no matter how he tried, he couldn't activate his energies. "What have you done, demon?" He hurled himself against the barrier that surrounded him.
"It's no use, little man," Naecken said, smiling. "You will only strain yourself. I have bound your soul to that exact spot. Now, I will release you if... if you listen and do as I say. Is that clear?"
The imp mumbled something.
"Was that a yes?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let's get down to business, then." Naecken pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the now-seething imp. "After you are quite done with making ugly faces, I have a proposition for you."
The imp regarded him with suspicion. "Proposition?"
"As a matter of fact, I think you will enjoy it considerably."
"We'll see about that."
"One strange thing, though. When I bound your soul, I noticed that you..."
"You said I would enjoy it?" K'tl interrupted.
"Yes. How about a kingdom of your own, with loyal subjects to rule and a nifty title?"
The imp known as K'tl considered this. A kingdom of his own. He decided to hear this red freak out. "Okay, talk."