"Grrrr..." Maximilian growled to himself in pure rage as he exited the wormhole glowing brightly in an open field devoid of life, the light blue pop troll wiping the volcanic ash off himself in pure unfiltered rage. "Those lousy little... how dare they ruin my plans for world annialtion!?"

     In anger, he kicked a small snail who just so happened to be gliding past the shouting troll, the tiny creature screaming out in terror as he flew off, quickly disappearing off into the distance with a quick twinkle of light... ✨

     "They'll pay for this..." Maximilian grumbled under his breath while continuing to stomp forwards through what used to be a bright and colorful village full of happy creatures known only as the trolls. A village that was now completely run down and desolate after it's inhabitants were sadly captured... taken away from the place they called home to serve as nothing more than a meal to horrible blood thirsty creatures called... Bergens...

     Typing in his super secret passcode... the only living pop troll left in existence opened up his bunker door before heading angrily into his underground home... the place that had spared him the same fate as the rest of his kind...

     Darkness...

     He liked the darkness...

     "Especially that other me..." he grumbled, sitting down with a small huff at his dining room table to devise another master plan. "Branch... bleh... that goodie two shoes dies first..."

     But how...?

     There was no way he'd be able to infiltrate the village's boarders again... he no longer looked like his other self... his enemy... a large burn mark now scaring his face for all eternity... they'd spot him from a mile away!

     No... sneaking in himself was no longer an option... what he needed... was another Branch... a Branch that would be mistaken as their own...

     "Hmm..." he muttered softly, the evil troll thoughtfully rubbing his chin in deep contemplation...

     What to do... what to do...

     Well... one thing was for sure... he couldn't just simply recruit another Branch from one of the infinite possible alternate dimensions like his first thought had originally suggested...

     No... those idiots were all just as much of a good for nothing goodie goodie as the Branch he was currently bent out to destroy... they'd never agree to take out one of their own...

Plus... two of them think they're literally dogs... and people called HIM crazy... 😒

No... he needed another plan... a better plan...

He needed a Branch... that didn't know he was a Branch... a Branch... that would do whatever he said... that could be molded and shaped into the perfect sculpture of pure and utter evil...

A wicked smile suddenly came to the cruel mastermind's face as an idea finally formed in his deviously sinister brain...

He had an idea... an awful idea... the troll had a wonderfully awful idea... 😈

Rubbing his hands together in an absolutely fiendish manner, Maximilian chuckled maliciously to himself...

"I need to make a new me... 😈"