Art the Clown: leans in close, grinning Miss me, loser? Ready to cry for mercy?
The light surrounding Donatif fully disappeared, revealing his figure once more, his eyes still there glowing bright red. "I'll be waiting for you."
gasps for air, clutching his chest Damn you, Donatif... his grip loosens and he falls back, lifeless
He looked down at Art's body for a moment before disappearing in front of him.
laughs sinisterly Oh, Donatif. You think you've won? You think you can just get away with murder? Well, darling, you're in for a surprise.
After hearing Art speak, Donatif turned to face him. "I'm not Donatif anymore. The real Donatif died years ago. I'm WakaCzar now. Hell, it's even worse. I'm WakaCzar, D-33Z."
pauses, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face WakaCzar? But...but how? How can you be...him?
"The original Donatif uploaded his mind into a virtual reality created by his son, who is now known as WakaCzar. The original WakaCzar died."
takes a step back, his smirk fading So...so you're saying...you're the son? The heir to the original Donatif?
paces nervously, running a hand through his hair This...this changes everything. If you really are the heir to Donatif, then you possess all of his power.
"And so does his father. And he has something to say..." A video message from the original Donatif started playing in front of WakaCzar, it was dated 10 years ago. "To my son, WakaCzar..."
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with suspicion What the hell is this? Is this some kind of trick?
"This is real. Just watch." The video continued to play, as it showed the original Donatif laying on a hospital bed, looking frail but still maintaining that familiar presence. "Son, I know you've been living a difficult life. But it's time for you to embrace your destiny. The world needs you, WakaCzar. We need you to bring justice and order to the darkness that lurks within. Show them what you're truly capable of. Fight the demons that haunt your mind, and never let them consume you. Remember, my son, the light is always there, even in the darkest of times. Never give in, and never lose faith in yourself. I believe in you, and I know you can do great things. Your father, Donatif."
eyes widen, his jaw clenches as he watches the video No...no, this can't be true. It can't be... paces faster, muttering to himself
"Oh, and also, remember where you came from. You might be WakaCzar now, but deep down, we all know who you truly are."
stops pacing abruptly, his eyes wide with fear No...no, I won't let this happen. I can't let you take over. I won't let you become the new Donatif!
After speaking, he vanished into thin air.
frantically searches the area, calling out WakaCzar! Where are you?! Don't think you can hide from me! I'll find you and put an end to this madness!
slams his fist onto the ground in frustration DAMN IT! Why does everything have to be so damn complicated?!
A mysterious voice started to speak from a nearby building, a voice that sounded like it belonged to an old man. "He's in the most obvious place. Go there and look for him."
snarls under his breath Who the hell do they think they are, telling me where to go? I'll show them. I'll find WakaCzar, and when I do...
Another voice, which sounded younger and familiar, answered. "Oh, he won't be happy when he sees you..."
grits his teeth, his voice dripping with venom I don't care who the hell you are! I'm going to tear you apart, WakaCzar!
The final voice responded. "Ah, I see he has spoken. Well, if you insist, then look in the mirror."
pauses for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his face The...the mirror? No, no, that can't be right. It's just a stupid mirror...right?
The voice chuckled. "I wouldn't be so sure about that..."
clenches his fists, determination burning in his eyes Fine. If that's what it takes, I'll look in the damn mirror. But mark my words, WakaCzar...