The WWF Visits Mainframe

By:Elektra

CHAPTER THREE

The four new allies, the rebel leader, and Mouse sat around a table working out plans for getting the head, Hexadecimal, and Megabyte.

"This Lost Angles. Are there directions to it??" Undertaker asked.

"Yes... you have to go over the Gilded Gate Bridge," Dot began. "But careful.. it's really twisted... and dangerous. There are nulls everywhere.."

"Nulls?" Undertaker asked.

"Yeah.. they're sprites who have lost games and turned into these slithering creatures... they suck energy... but," Dot wondered, "I don't know if it affects users that way..." she turned around, and called out, "Hack, Slash!!"

Hack and Slash quickly appeared, "Yes, Dot..."

"Yes Commander..."

"What is it, Dot..."

"Yes sir, ma'am.. .what is it?"

"Lead Undertaker to Hexadecimal's lair..." Dot said.

Hack and Slash looked frightened for a moment, "Hexadecimal.."

"Megabyte's sister?"

"She's.... bad.."

"Very bad.."

"Don't wanna go to Lost Angles..."

"Don't wanna go..."

Dot looked at them sternly, "You have to go!! You have to lead Undertaker there. Maybe... I don't know.. maybe he can do something to stop her attacks!"

The Undertaker stood up, and turned to Hack and Slash, "You will take me there." he said.

Hack and Slash looked up at him, "Wow, you're big.."

"Big.. yeah.. and scary.."

"Scary too.. I was gonna say scary,"

"No you weren't..."

"Yes.. I was.. see.. he's scary..."

The Undertaker looked at Dot, "Are they always like this??" he asked. The command.com nodded. Undertaker looked back at Hack and Slash. "I hope you don't annoy me on the trip!" he said darkly.

Hack and Slash shook at the sound of his voice, "Oh no.."

"No sir..."

"We'll be quiet.."

"Very quiet.."

"Like a Mouse..."

"Like a.. hey.. Mouse isn't quiet..."

"I didn't mean.. oh.. never mind... let's go..."

"Yes.. go now.."

Hack and Slash quickly headed out of the warehouse, followed by The Undertaker.

Dot watched them leave, and turned towards the others, "Ok... we're going to attempt a full out attack on the principle office. We've tried it before, and we've damaged its defenses some. Now.. while we're doing that, you..." she looked at Al, "You will go in there and see if you can find the head..." she stopped, and pressed a button on a nearby console. "He looks like this.." she said, showing him a hologram

Al Snow looked at Head, "Do you know him??" he asked. "What do you mean NO?? He's just like you!!"

Dot watched Al, and shook her head, "Anyway... that's the plan so far. Now Megabyte is also in the principle office..."

"I'll open up a can of whoop Ascii on him..." Steve offered.

"It's not that easy. He's a powerful man!" Dot started.

"Listen, little girl.. they call me the Rattlesnake of the WWF!! I can handle powerful men. You should have seen how many times I've kicked Vince in the *BSnP*s... he was singing soprano for a week once!" Austin didn't seem to notice the little BSnP interruption.

"Uh... I don't know who Vince is.. but.. whatever it is you've done to this Vince person may help in our fight.." Dot said.

Mouse turned towards Edge, "And what about you, sugah??" she smiled flirtatiously, "Can you fight too?"

Edge nodded.

"What are you good at doing...?" Mouse asked.

"Lurking..." he replied.

Mouse furrowed her brow, "Lurking...?"

"No one sees me.. until it's too late..." he answered.

"Yeah... he's good at sneak attacks..." Steve replied.

"Good.. that's what we need!!" Dot replied. "So... let's be on our way!"

* * *

Vince watched everything. "Damn them!! Damn them ALL!! They're getting pay cuts!!" he shouted angrily. "Well.. not Al, since I don't pay him anyway... but still. How DARE they embarrass me by no-showing on their matches?! For what?! To save some stupid world they don't belong to?!?!"

Patterson entered the lounge, "Mr.McMahon.. we couldn't-" he stopped when he saw what was on the television. "Mr. McMahon, sir?!?!" he said, wide-eyed as he looked at the TV. His boss was seething with anger, "Uh..calm down, Mr. McMahon, sir..." Patterson started, "It's not worth getting upset over. You'll give yourself a stomach ache. Besides, it's just Austin!"

Vince glared at Patterson, "Just Austin??! I may despise Austin.. but he's my number one draw!" Vince shouted, then turned back to the television, "YOU ARE ALL GETTING PAY CUTS, DAMN YOU!!" Vince repeated, shaking with fury.

***

"This is where she lives.."

"Yes... where Hexadecimal lives.."

"Scary.."

"Yes, scary..."

Hack and Slash babbled on. The Undertaker glared at them, "If you consider this scary, then perhaps I should take you on one of my midnight strolls through my favourite graveyards..."

Hack and Slash looked at him, "You stroll through graveyards for fun?"

"For fun?? By yourself..??"

The Undertaker nodded, "Yes... it gives me peace..."

For once, Hack and Slash were speechless. But that didn't last long. "Here is Hex's lair..."

"Yes.. her lair... bad place.. very bad..."

A strange floating thing came up to the Undertaker, Hack, and Slash. "Scuzzy..." Hack offered.

"Hex's pet.." Slash added.

Before the Undertaker could comment, he was gathered up in a flash of light, and disappeared, leaving Hack and Slash staring at empty space.

* * *

The Undertaker looked around at the room he was in. The only furnishing was a large, red throne. He noticed he was standing on a platform of some sort. He carefully walked to the edge, and looked down. There was nothing. Just endless black.

"Well.. hellooooo... and who are you??" a voice called sweetly.

The Undertaker turned around, but saw no one, "Let me see you first before I make my introductions..." he replied.

In a sparkle of light, Hexadecimal appeared. She looked at him, and her mask became that of a smile, "You know, it's not often I have male visitors Mr. Tall, dark, and scary," then her mask became a scowl, "I suppose the only reason you came here was because the Mainframers asked you to speak to me..." she smiled again, "Would you like some tea??"

The Undertaker furrowed his brow as he looked at the strange virus before him, "Tea??!" he asked.

"Oh.. yes.. and biscuits as well. I made them fresh today..." Hexadecimal explained. Suddenly, two chairs and a table appeared out of nowhere. "Have a seat!!" she offered. The Undertaker carefully sat down, keeping a suspicious eye on the virus. Hexadecimal sat beside him, "My name is Hexadecimal..."

"I am called the Undertaker..." he replied.

"Well, Mr. Undertaker... why have you come to visit me??" she asked, and inched closer.

The Undertaker quickly began to regret his trip to Lost Angles.