Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20170916123434/@comment-26892768-20170920013338

(Huh...so, we ended up having timelines shenanigans regarding Max Steel yet again - because this Max is from before the two year time skip leading to Team Turbo, so...yeah.)

(Also, that is amazing. The Enchantress has the most sneaky disguise ever...)

(Also, accepted.)

The Hyperforce respond by pulling out their weapons.

"Well, isn't this a nice welcoming party?" Sparx remarks. "Now then...Magna Ball Blazer!"

Cue giant ball of magnetic energy coming directly towards the giant metal robots.

Getting punched and shot at while it's legs our frozen is enough to get the giant Guardian to stumble back - as much as it can, anyway...

Then Build rams into it with his motorcycle, and down it goes.

The magic starts to form a figure.

Yeah, something's up.

Back in the world of Max Steel, Morphos is thinking on his failures, when suddenly...

''"Like months-old moldy cheese in the back of the refridgerator, here an abomination lies sadly in it's own pity..." ''Dimentio remarks.

Morphos snaps to attention, looking around wildly. "Who's there!?"

''"Oh, I'm afraid I can't exactly show myself...whether I wanted to or not. You may call me Dimentio." ''The jester flashes a grin. Not that anyone can see it.

"...This...this is a trick, isn't it?" Morphos growls.

''"Really? That's what you think this is? Why in the world would your captors bother to torment you with the voice of a jester who makes bad comparisons when you're clearly already miserable enough?" ''Dimentio asks.

"Then my fa-my ''creator." ''Morphos growls. "He would do this."

''"Riiiiiiiight. Tell me, does your father enjoy clowns?" ''Dimentio replies.

Morphos flinches, but considers the question. "...He never showed a particular interest in them..."

''"And I'm assuming you don't either, so that's all settled." ''Dimentio moves on. "I can help you."

"How?" Morphos asks. "Even if you break me out of this prison...I can no longer adapt. I can no longer copy. I'm worthless out there."

''"Oh, on the contrary, my good sir!" ''Dimentio replies. "Believe me, your powers can easily come back. You see, I am a master of dimensions, and because of that, when I became like this, I immediately noticed that...well, to put it bluntly, the omniverse's gone mad. Portals are opening up everywhere, people from different universes are being shunted off to others, the dead are coming back to life...like myself for instance. Sort of. So that's not really an issue."

Morphos looks at where Dimentio's voice is coming from. "...What do you mean, 'sort of'?"

''"Ah! The clever monster caught on to that little tidbit! Good show!" ''Dimentio laughs. "You see, not all of the dead really come back all the way. I don't know why, but some of us only come back half. We need to either merge with another dead or with one of the living to fully come back. I am part of the latter group. You are my future host. And, quite frankly, I'd like you to agree to this willingly."

"What do I get out of this?" Morphos is now slightly curious.

''"Oh, you know, seeing the dimensions, getting revenge, taking over everything...whatever you want really." ''Dimentio replies. "Because you come from a world of science. Where I come from? I am a master of magic. Nothing in this world - or anywhere else - could stand a chance against our combined might."

Morphos growls. "Like Max Steel..."

''"Hmm? I'm not quite sure who you're talking about there, but I'm guessing you have a grudge against him. Believe me, he won't stand a chance against my magic." ''Dimentio smirks.

"..." Morphos is silent for a moment. "I'm in."

''"Excellent! Now, hold still. This is going to sting." ''Dimentio warns.

And then Dimentio's mask forms in front of Morphos...shortly before connecting to his face.

The monster screams in agony as his body begins to change...

A few moments later, Max and Steel arrive. He goes into the prison.

"Man, I've got a bad feeling about this..." Max mutters.

"Eh, it's noth-" Steel is interrupted by a large crashing sound.

"...That's where Morphos' cell is..." Max looks at Steel.

"It has to be Dredd. It has to be." Steel replies.

"But doesn't Dredd hate Morphos for trying to-"

"He probably just got over it!" Steel, trying not to panic, heads over to where the crash sounded, shortly followed by Max.

The two are greeted by a dust cloud, and an approaching figure. The two start to see the finer details of the figure as it gets closer.

"...Morphos?..." Max isn't exactly sure.

"Are you pursuing your lifelong dream of joining the circus? Because, I hate to break it to ya, but you are not a very nice-looking clown. You are a very ugly clown, in fact." Steel adds.

The figure laughs. "I am afraid you're mistaken. You see...I am not Morphos..."

The figure's face comes into full view, revealing a black and white face split down the middle by Morphos' signiature stitches - which now forms an actual mouth at the bottom of the face. The white side has Morphos' black and red eyes, while the other is pure yellow.

"I am Mirror."