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Back at the tower, there were 6 people in a large room on the thirteenth floor. One of them was Omega.
He looked at a gray-haired man in a black overcoat. "So," he said, "You're in charge while the leaders are away. Am I right, Traveler?"
"That's correct," the man responded. "I am in charge of making sure that you are kept in shape. That means you will be trained everyday."
"Aw man!" groaned a man next to Omega. This man's skin was patterned like a zebra, white with black stripes.
"Enough, Ziebart," Omega responded. "It's bad enough that you're the one holding everyone back."
"I'm holding everyone back?" Ziebart rebelled. "I'm doing better than Hardy over there!" He pointed to a man sitting in a chair next to a window. This man resembled a hyena, but had a more serious look on his face.
"Hey," the man argued, "I'm the only person here who the leaders haven't been able to find time to train."
"Is that your excuse?" Ziebart asked.
"Shut up!" Hardy replied.
"Enough, you two!" shouted a man standing near the door. He wore dark blue armor that had large conductors attached to the back of it. "Don't make me throw the two of you out of here."
"Right," Ziebart responded. "Solve all of our problems by throwing people out of windows. Brilliant, Batteryman."
"Exactly," Omega responded. He grabbed Ziebart and sent him crashing through the window. "Well, that's one less pain in the neck to deal with."
"Right," Traveler said. "Any who, I will also be the one to train Omega in the arts of darkness."
"And how are you supposed to do that when you don't have the powers of darkness?" responded a man standing in a corner of the room. This man wore goggles similar to the eyes of an insect. The yellow battlesuit he wore had wings attached to the back of it.
"Well," Traveler began, "you should know that I have the ability to mimic the powers of those I come in contact with. Well, do you know, Bug Maniac?"
"Well, yeah," the man responded.
"So," Traveler resumed, "it's likely by now that I am able to use the powers of Lord X-Giga-X and his apprentice here."
"He never mentioned that to me," Omega responded.
"There's a lot of things that he never mentions to anyone," he responded. He then extended his hand a produced a large sphere of dark energy.
"What are you doing?" Bug Maniac asked.
"Lesson #37," Traveler answered. "Hex Dragon." The sphere developed into the form of a large dragon. "Learning how to manipulate darkness is step one of learning to do this. Once you can do that, you can use it to create powerful attacks of your own. Give it a try."
"Okay," Omega responded. He created a sphere of dark energy, and began to change its shaped.
"I may want to get step from the window for this," Hardy insisted. He rose from the chair and rushed towards the door.
"Good," Traveler responded. "Focus it into the form you want it to be in."
"I know the perfect form," Omega answered. The sphere of energy began to develop into the form of a human. It quickly developed eyes of its own. The left eye of the dark form glowed blue and its right eye glowed red.
"Omega," Batteryman asked, "of all the forms you could have chosen, why choose that one?"
"Lesson #49," Omega answered. "Dark Master." He turned towards his creature. "Let's show these guys what darkness is about."
"Can't this wait until tomorrow?" Bug Maniac insisted.
"No!" Traveler answered. "I want to see Omega's true power."
"This is going to be fun," Batteryman responded.
"Let's go!" Traverler shouted. The dark dragon rushed toward Omega.
"Defend, my dark creation!" Omega commanded. His creation grabbed the neck of Traveler's creation, and crushed it. The dark beast then evaporated into the air.
"Not bad," Traveler responded. "I think I'll speed up your training by teaching you what Lord X-Giga-X refers to as the '5 Eternal Black Dooms.'"
"What?" Omega asked.
"Go to the Dark Room in two days," Traveler answered. "All of your troubles will be answered. As for the rest of you, your training begins in three days" He then walked towards the door and exited the room.
Hardy turned toward Omega, and then responded, "Man, your attacks creep me out."
"Believe me," Omega commented, "you don't know creepy."
"Yeah," Batteryman agreed. "Especially since you're Giga's apprentice. He's the most powerful person I know of."
"So," Bug Maniac responded, "who wants to train for the 'Throw Stuff Off of a Building Extreme' championships?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Hardy asked.
"Nothing," Bug Maniac answered. "But the championships are in two months, and we only have three free days."
"Good point," Omega agreed. "Alright, then let's get as much practice as we can."

Meanwhile, Ziebart laid on the street outside of the tower.
"I'm holding them back?" Ziebart groaned. "I'll show them." He got off of his back and stood on his feet. He then began to walk away from the tower.

You and Missingno said something about me having a Treecko...

Testudo was tied to a chair in his lab. He was surrounded by Fangking, Pyro and Magma King. At this time, they were in the middle of an interrogation in order to gain information.
“Tell us what we need to know,” Magma King said.
“I ain’t telling you anything!” Testudo replied.
“Look,” Fangking responded, “we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Wait, what about the ‘chainsaw way’?” Pyro asked.
“Shut up, you flame-haired idiot!” Magma King shouted. “That never works! People die when we use the ‘chainsaw way’!”
“I don’t want to die!” Testudo cries.
“You won’t,” Fangking answered. “But you will go to prison for a long time. How long you’ll be there depends on your willingness to cooperate.”
“I don’t want to go to prison!” Testudo pleaded.
“Too bad,” Magma King responded. “You’ve assisted in a conspiracy with Organization G-X. You basically asked for this punishment.”
“Now tell us!” Fangking shouted. “What is your leaders’ plot?”
“I can tell you exactly what they are planning,” said Ziebart, who had just walked into the room.
“Zieb, don’t tell him anything!” Testudo shouted.
“Pyro, silence him!” Fangking commanded.
“Yes sir,” Pyro responded. He pulled a roll of tape from his pocket and applied it to Testudo’s mouth.
“Not what I had in mind, but it will do,” Fangking remarked.
Testudo tried to talk, but he could not be understood. He could only mumble.
“I’m sorry,” Pyro chuckled. “I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Anyways,” Ziebart began, “my masters, Organization G-X, are currently on a mission to take over the world.”
“What?” Magma King shouted in surprise.
“Yep,” Ziebart answered. “They separated so that they could control each of the populated continents at the same time.”
“I never though that they would stoop so low as to world domination,” Pyro said.
“We have to stop them!” Fangking responded.
“Why stop them?” Ziebart replied. “There’s nothing you can do to stop them.”
“You’re wrong,” Pyro remarked. “The three of us will stop them.”
“Sorry, but you never had a chance,” said Ziebart, who was now standing behind Testudo, holding a knife.
“What?” Pyro said. “How’d you get there?”
“I didn’t,” said Ziebart, who was standing next to Fangking.
“That Ziebart is nothing more than a clone of me,” responded the Ziebart standing behind Testudo.
“You mean this whole time we’ve been talking to a clone?” Fangking asked.
“And I thought that Ziebart was annoying enough,” Magma King remarked.
“Annoying?!” Ziebart shouted. “I’m not annoying!” He used the knife to cut through the ropes keeping Testudo tied to the chair.
“I’m the best in the Golden-X Bibarel-X Empire!” Ziebart’s clone responded. He then kicked Pyro in the crotch.
Pyro shouted in agony, and then collapsed onto the floor.
“Ooh!” Magma King commented. “That’s got to hurt.”
“Quit fooling around!” Ziebart said to his clone as he removed the tape from Testudo’s mouth. “Let’s go!”
“Go where?” Testudo asked.
“You’ll have to ask questions later,” Ziebart answered. “Just do as I say and follow me.” He ran toward the arches, with Testudo following close behind.
“Hey, wait up!” the clone shouted. Suddenly, Fangking grabbed his arm.
“You better give us more information, you dirty clone!” Fangking shouted.
“Sorry, but I’m just a clone,” the clone responded. At that moment, it faded away into the air.
“Great!” Magma King shouted. “Now what are we going to do?”
“We should at least stop those two,” Fangking said. The looked toward the back of the room and noticed that one of the arches had been activated.
“You want me to tie both of them up?” Magma King asked.
“Either that or kill them,” Fangking answered. “We can’t allow them to reach Organization G-X.”
“Okay,” Magma King responded. He dashed toward the back of the room.

An hour later, Testudo was tied to the chair again.
“Sorry sir,” Magma King said. “Ziebart got away.”
“That’s okay,” Fangking responded. “As long as we have one of their followers, we still have someone to interrogate.”
“Like I said,” Testudo said, “you’ll get nothing out of me.”
“Oh, we’ll get you to talk,” Magma King said. “We will, even if we have to kill you to do it.”
“I at least know where Ziebart is,” Pyro responded.
“Where is he, Pyro?” Fangking asked.
“In South America, sir,” Pyro answered.
“Isn’t that where Kudamon was sent?” Magma King asked.
“How do you two know that?” Fangking asked.
“We hacked into the system that activates the arches,” Pyro answered. “It has a list of who was sent where and when.”
“So where is Lord X-Giga-X?” Fangking asked.
“There’s no information regarding him, sir,” Pyro answered.
“So,” Magma King commented, “looks like Kudamon has Ziebart to worry about now.”

Meanwhile in the tower, Traveler was viewing a hologram projection of the Earth. His attention was focused on the South Africa and Ecuador. Both of these countries had turned back on the projection.
“So, the domination has begun,” Traveler said.

Missingno was roaming the streets of Tokyo, planning out his attack.
“It’s a good thing I set that time delay on the portals as I was knocked through,” Missingno said. “Anyone that entered any portal after Snookie would have been sent to the location a day afterwards.”
He had suddenly stopped, and glared at a vortex opening up on the window of a nearby building.
“And now I guess this is the time someone would show up to stop me,” Missingno responded.
Missingno watched the portal as it widen. When it was wide enough, a man jumped out and landed behind him. Missingno turned around to see that it was Kalas.
“Well,” Kalas responded, “it looks like I came at the right time.”
“Kalas,” Missingno replied. “I figured that you would go after me.”
“Missingno, give up this quest of yours,” Kalas said.
“Give up?” Missingno answered. “You have no idea what I’m doing, do you?”
“I know that you have to be stopped,” Kalas answered.
“You can’t stop what you can’t defeat,” Missingno remarked. He reached for his watch.
“What are you doing?” Kalas asked.
“You’ll see,” Missingno answered. As his eyes turned crimson red, his watch had being to transform. Wires extended to his fingers, and metal began to cover his hand. In a few seconds, the watch had transformed into a gauntlet.
“What the heck?” Kalas responded.
“I don’t just have the power to hack into technology,” Missingno answered. He looked up and noticed a military plane flying through the sky.
“You better not do what I think you’re thinking of doing!” Kalas shouted. His moustache grew arms, which grabbed two nearby poles.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Missingno responded. He extended the hand that wore the gauntlet toward one of the two poles Kalas’s moustache was holding. He shot a sphere of energy from his hand and toward the pole. The blast turned the pole into a beef patty.
“Oh, gross!” Kalas shouted.
“Fear the power of my meat ray!” Missingno chuckled.
He then extended his other hand towards the sky. His eyes glowed red as the wings of the plane had transformed into arms and legs. The cockpit became a head. Within seconds, the plane had transformed into a giant robot.
“So you see Kalas?” Missingno sneered. “I can transform technology into any form I want to, and control it.”
He then snapped his fingers, which signal the robot to fire missiles at Kalas.
“This is bad.” Kalas commented. His moustache threw the pole towards the missiles. The impact caused the missiles to explode.
“Not bad,” Missingno responded. He snapped his fingers once again. The robot then launched a barraged towards the sky.
“You do realize that I’m down here,” Kalas chuckled.
“Who said you were the target this time?” Missingno responded.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kalas asked.
“Look up, Kalas,” Missingno answered.
Kalas look up and saw the missiles that the robot launched raining down on the city, destroying buildings and leveling the streets to rubble. The streets began to fill with people attempting to run away from the destruction. They all had panicked looks on their faces.
Within minutes, half of the city was left in ruins. The sky was covered in thick black and blood-colored smoke.
“What are you doing?” Kalas shouted. “You’re destroying the city!”
“Yes!” Missingno answered. “And soon, all of Japan will belong to Organization G-X!”
“That’s what this is about?” Kalas asked. “This is all for world domination?”
“Exactly,” Missingno answered. “All of the earth will soon be ours. There’s nothing you can do about it.”
He snapped his fingers again. The robot descended to the streets behind Missingno.
“You might as well give up,” Missingno responded. He jumped onto the robot’s head. “There’s no stopping Organization G-X.”
The robot then ascended into the sky, disappearing into the smoke.
“Missingno, come back here!” Kalas shouted. Suddenly, he was knocked out by a crowd of panicked civilians fleeing for their lives.

Snookie was traversing a desert in Australia.
"Of all the places in Australia to end up in, I get stuck in a desert," Snookie complained. "I'm thirsty."
Suddenly, an arm stretched out toward Snookie. It was holding a glass of milk.
"Yeah, milk!" Snookie exclaimed. "Thank you, mister-" He suddenly realized whose arm it was. "Miltank Man!"
"So do you want it or not?" Miltank Man asked.
Snookie backed up and raised his fists.
"You don't really want to fight me, do you?" Miltank Man asked.
"Not really, no," Snookie answered. "But the milk is on the line!"
"What?" Miltank Man responded. "What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Snookie rushed toward Miltank and jumped on him. He began to frantically search Miltank Man's body.
"Where is your udder?!" Snookie barked.
"Get off of me, you idiot!" Miltank Man shouted.
Snookie punched Miltank Man in the crotch. He then collapsed onto the ground, spitting orange juice.
"Well, I didn't get any milk out of that," Snookie said. "At least I got some nice OJ."
"Why are you working with these people?" Miltank Man asked, groaning in pain.
"Because it pays the bills," Snookie answered. "What does it look it!"
Snookie pulled a grenade from his pocket. It was tied to a string, which was tied to his pants.
"Darn it!" Snookie shouted.
"My god," Miltank Man commented. "You really are the only idiot in the organization.
"I try," Snookie said. He untied the grenade from the string and threw it at Miltank Man. "Have a nice trip!"
Miltank Man ducked under the arch of the projectile grenade. The grenade fell onto the ground, but it failed to detonate.
"Ah man," Snookie complained.
"Do the others give you any respect?" Miltank Man asked.
"Actually, yes," Snookie answered. "They feed me every day, take me out for walks."
"So they treat you like their idiotic pet," Miltank Man responded.
Snookie suddenly snapped, "You may try to take over my mind. You may try to call my bluffs. But don't call me an idiot!"
"Tell that to Nate, then," Miltank Man responded. "In fact, every one of your 'friends' has called you an idiot at least twenty times."
Snookie grinned as he pulled a smoke bomb from his pocket. He threw it onto the ground, and giant cloud of smoke filled the air. When the smoke cleared, Snookie had disappeared.
"He won't get far," Miltank Man remarked. He then punched the dirt beneath him.

A few minutes later, Snookie had found a large tree to rest under.
"Stupid OJ-spewing cow," he commented.
Suddenly, his watch began beeping. This sequence of beeps was followed by a voice from the watch.
"Snookie, this is Missingno," said the voice. "Come in Snookie."
"Well yes!" Snookie answered.
"It looks like the domination has begun," Missingno responded. "We got Japan, Greece, Ecuador, and a chunk of southern Africa."
"That's great," Snookie replied. "I just had a fight with Miltank Man."
"You did?" Missingno answered. "I had to deal with Kalas."
"Great to know you're alive," Snookie responded. "See you soon."
"By the way," Missingno asked, "have you gotten any word from Giga?"
"Nope," Snookie answered. "I better go. I don't want to get yelled at again."
"Okay," Missingno responded. "Missingno, out." The communication ended at that point.
Snookie grimaced as he pulled his watch off of his wrist.
"Yes," Snookie said. "Missingno out." He crushed the watch in his hand.