//------------------------------// // Chapter 15.5- Plans for the Future // Story: Buzzwole stuck in Equestria // by Cadia_prime //------------------------------// N$/?8wgiBe POV: They felt it. The grass, the ground, THE LIGHT…. They were confined in this rotting dimension, locked away from the light he needed. They hated it. They hated everything around them. It was all HIS FAULT HIS FAULT HIS FAULT! It didn’t matter now, they had a chance to escape this accursed dimension. The dimension’s barriers were breaking, cracking, allowing wormholes to appear once more. Yet they felt the fading power that blocked their entrance to that dimension start to return. They couldn’t let that happen, they worked years influencing the dimension’s inhabitants to at least allowing this moment to happen. They felt the moon’s power, the power they deserve to become G O D. They didn’t have enough to do that just yet, nor were they going to use the conserved power that they had now. One last dimension to destroy, one more sun and moon to take, before they had enough power to free themselves from the cage that the False God had made. They will never be placed in another cage again……not like how THEY did before. They grumbled as the memories of their confinement all those centuries ago fill their mind. The pain, the hatred, the careless eyes……..they screeched in anger as they grabbed one of their nearby guards and ripped the Buzzwole apart. It didn’t scream, as they didn’t give the order for them to scream. They dropped what remained as the armor and crystal that cling onto the body made a noise on the floor. None of the other guards made any form of movements throughout this process. The crystals that corrupted their minds to their desires also gave Them full control of every action they made unless they gave the order to purge everything in sight. ”Clean this disgraceful mess up, and bring me unit #372.”, They spoke with a grating voice. They floated towards their throne room as the guards moved to clean up the remains of their comrade. They couldn’t keep wasting these meat bags, they needed them as shock troops for the inevitable future of their invasion with the plan they had in mind. They barely had enough troops as it is, from when that dreadful power cut off their invasion force in half, trapping those in the front on the world. Even worse was the fact that they lost all connection to them, most likely leaving them nothing more than mindless beasts without a master to lead them. They clawed the wall as anger seeped back into their mind. If it weren’t for that DREADFUL POWER they would have became god already. After a few moments they had calmed sufficiently enough to continue their pace to the throne room. As they entered they saw all those inside bow manually as they placed themselves on the throne, where Unit #372 stood looking up at them with its many eyes. ”Unit #372, your mission is to awaken the lost tower, and break the weakened barrier that surrounds that area so that I can officially claim what belongs to me once and for all! With your ghost typing, you should have no issues with the populous. I expect results within a year…..Do not make this a waste of power. ”, They spoke as they threatened what would come of failure. The mindless beast followed their command as it bowed once more. They got up from their throne as they waited for the opportunity to break open a wormhole for this unit. Soon the opportunity arose as another small breach was created, and they begun to open the wormhole with their claws. They drained the power from those who held their crystals as even Unit #372 stuttered and wobbled in place from the drainage. ”GO…….NOW!”, They shouted as they strained to keep the wormhole open. The barrier was already repairing itself. The unit quickly managed to enter the wormhole before it shut. They collapsed on the floor as the wormhole ceased to exist. Their ragged breath soon turning to intensifying laughter as their voice filled the halls of the rotting castle. ”Now…..now all I need to do is wait…….Soon the little Weedle won’t be held within the nets anymore……what is a year to TRUE GODHOOD! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”, Necrozma laughed, their mind fracturing ever so slightly more.