Dial M for Megaladon (Ch. 4)

"The lasers. are they ready?" Said the cloaked figure menacingly.

"Yes, my master!" Said the servant to the menacing cloaked figure.

"Splendid, splendid." The cloaked figure got off of his chair and strode over to the window. The landscape of New York wasn't too different than what it was 1000 years ago, except for the Statue of Liberty was replaced by the Menacing Cloaked figures likeness. And that was they way he liked it, along with his minions, those millions of teenage girls who fell under his spell when he crooned his tunes so many times. He was a heart breaker back in the day, but things were different now. He removed his cloak and the servant gasped.

"Is something wrong?" Said Emperor Justin Bieber, his eyes flashing with pure hatred.

"No! No, my master! Nothing is wrong with you!" Said the servant. He had to divert his gaze. The blinding bald spot was rumored to turn people into stone if they looked directly into it, and he had to preserve himself! No way was he going to turn into stone. This was a good paying job, and it had some nice benefits. The vacations weren't half bad, either. One week off a year! Better than what the others fared. And that was only because he willingly came over to the Bieb-side.

"So how long will it take to attach the lasers to the Jigglypuffs??" Emperor Justin Bieber said, as he flicked his phantom hair around. Old habits die hard, apparently.

"Oh! Uh, not too long." Cowered the servant.

"How long will it take to attach the lasers to the Jigglypuffs?" The Emporer spoke a little louder now, a little angrier.

"a few..."

"A FEW WHAT?"

"Months?"

"WHAT? NOOOOooooWOOOOAAAHHHAYEAAAH" The Emperor yelled/sang. The servant gave a little whimper and fell to the ground, out cold.

The Emperor sighed. He had to control himself. Ever since he discovered that his hypersinging had the potential to have people do his bidding, life was never the same. Only one other person could cancel out his damage, and she was nowhere to be seen. her and her army, Monsters as she liked to call them, died out many years ago. He made sure that he would never see her blonde hair, or her wacky costumes ever again. Though there were legends, anyways. Terrible, gruesome legends. The legend that she could be summoned by the Chosen One...

He shuddered. But those were legends. Only legends. None of which were true. He smiled to himself.

"This is My World now..." He smiled. he grinned. He chuckled and laughed and whooped and hollered and coughed and sputtered and stopped. He had to save his voice. There were still some renegades out there, and he had to get them on his side, or else they could find that legendary creature...

But none of that was true. He walked over to his passed out servant, kicked him with his diamond toed shoe, and when he didn't rise, he moved on. Someone would pick up after the mess. Someone always did. He pulled on his cloak again, and swaggered out of the room to go and check on the Jigglypuffs. Those sweet, sweet Jigglypuffs.