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Monkeyman approached the security gate, wearing the id mask, mimicking the face of a Plumber called Chuck. Even his voice had been altered to mimic.

"Where you going?"

Monkeyman sighed, before turning to the nightguard

"Don't point that thing at me! I'm here on Magester orders - I'm going to see a prisoner."

"I didn't hear about any after-hours visits today..."

The guard squinted.

"Wait... chuck? Buddy is that you?"

"Oh...yeah that's me"

She checked her board before sighing

"Fine. Go ahead but just this once."

Monkeyman gave a small nod.

"Thanks."

he took a detour towards the north corridor, where another woman was standing at a security desk. This woman looked exhausted.

"Hi , My name is Chuck, I'm here to collect a prisoner, on orders from the Magester."

She was silent for a long while she pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, flattening against her palm.

A list of prisoners and their corresponding room numbers.

"Name?"

"Hecate."

She scanned the list.

"You're from the Alpha squad, right?"

"Um sure."

"Follow me."

Monkeyman followed, eventually arriving at a green prison room. Behind the indestructible green glass, Hecate slept. Monkeyman glanced back at the guard.

"Can I have some privacy? I need to question her before transferring her."

The guard shrugged.

"Do me a favour and put in a good word for me with the Magester, I don't want so many night shifts , The name's Drea."

"Um sure."

Drea disappeared around the corner. Monkeyman stood in silence. Eventually, he walked up to the green glass and knocked on it.

Once. Twice. Hecate stirred. Her single eye slowly opened and she glared at Monkeyman/chuck through the glass.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to collect you."

She stared at him.

"Since when does the Magester personally order people to collect prisoners in the middle of the night?"

"Since tonight cmon"

Hecate crossed her arms.

"Nuh uh." "Yuh huh" "Nuh uh" Monkeyman sighs under the mask.

"You really want to make this difficult?"

"I'm a prisoner," Hecate replied dryly. "Making things difficult is pretty much my job."

Monkeyman glanced at the corridor.

Nothing.

No footsteps. No voices. Good. He took a step closer to the glass.

"Hecate, listen carefully."

Her eye narrowed.

Monkeyman softly tapped the side of his mask.

"It's an id mask."

Hecate froze, her expression immediately changed.

"…Sir?" “Keep your voice down.”

She got off the bed and approached the glass, her eyes began to shine.

"I knew—KNEW you weren't dead.”

"Sounds like my loyal right hand."

"You actually came for me."

"Of course I did."

"You know this place is surrounded by Plumbers."

"Eh, their security suckkkkks , Khyber showed me how to infiltrate."

"Khyber?"

"Long story."

Monkeyman took out a small device and pressed it against the control panel next to the cell.the panel flickered, then click.

The green glass door slid open. Hecate stepped out cautiously. Monkeyman immediately turned towards the corridor.

"Stay close."

Hecate followed him, and eventually she asked,

"What's the plan?"

"Get you outside."

Footsteps. Shit.

Monkeyman stopped, Hecate nearly walked into him.

"Chuck?"

Monkeyman looked up slowly. Another nightguard stood at the opposite end of the corridor. The guard raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing back here?"

"Prisoner needed to use the bathroom."

"…What?"

Monkeyman shrugged.

The guard reached for his radio. Monkeyman immediately stepped forward.

"Wait-Wait-wait-wait-wait" he stopped.

"Ummm The Magester doesn't want this prisoner questioned until morning"

The guard hesitated. His hand remained on the radio. Hecate watched silently. Eventually, the man lowered the radio.

"Fine. Just get her where she needs to go." The man turned and walked away. Monkeyman looked at her. "Keep walking." "Hey...what happened to the chuck guy anyway?" "Huh? Oh him idk"

Antinous and Mira managed to rise slowly and then stepped into the light.

The crowd's roar was so loud it was louder than ur mom (shut up)

Grandmaster : "Here it is ladies and non ladies the moment you've all been looking forward to... THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!"

These bloodthirsty asses cheered

The Grandmaster: "In the right corner, weighing 320 pounds... ANTINOUS! And his other hand, MIRA!"

The cheering immediately changed into booing.

The Grandmaster: "And in the left corner, standing there with a weight of no less than 1,400 pounds... the monster... the savage... THE BRUTE... YELLOOOOOOW!"

Wait a minute-

Yellow

The appaplexian

Shit antinous knew him

When Antinous was still around during his criminal phase, he had been working with Yellow.

Yellow appeared suddenly at the entrance to his section with a heavy collar round his neck. He looked larger, taller, and stronger with bleached yellow fur and a Cape and pants

Antinous: “hey buddy..." mira raised her eyebrow asking how he knew this guy

Yellow: “Antinous.”

“I don't want to fight you,” said Antinous, and raised his hands. “We're old friends. Just—”

“You think I'm weak?”

“What? No!”

Yellow slammed his fists together.

The bell rang.

DING!

“MOTHERFU-!”

Antinous and mira just managed to avoid the first swipe before Yellow turned and knocked him down with a devastating shoulder charge.

Antinous flew over the floor of the arena.

“MIRA!”

As Yellow charged after them, Mira leapt to one side.

The struggle very soon turned into a one-sided battle.

Yellow pounced on Antinous, throwing him against the floor as if he had no weight, and then tossed him across the stage. Although Mira tried to help, Yellow dismissed her just as readily.

Antinous turned over on his back and raised his singular water blaster.

“BACK OFF!”

FSSSSHHHH!

The stream of water hit Yellow.

Yellow then raised his head slowly.

He had become even more angry than before.

“…Oh.”

Yellow roared.

“RUN!”

Yellow moved directly at Mira.

She held on until the very last moment like a bullfighter before moving aside and driving the knife under his arm.

The blade went in very far, almost reaching his ribs.

Yellow bellowed in pain.

However, when he turned around, the knife was pulled out of Mira's hand.

The force threw her across the arena.

"...All right," Mira groaned, looking at the empty hand she had.

Yellow pulled his attention away from the wound and concentrated completely on her.

Think. Think.

He couldn't overpower Yellow.

They had very little effect in slowing him down.

Mira's knife was gone.

The crowd was becoming restless.

Mira glanced at Antinous.

“Well,” she said, forcing a grin, “if I don't make it out of here alive…Just tell Calder I died looking great."

“Mira!”

Yellow roared again.

Above them.

Hanging from the ceiling.

The chains.

Over the arena there hung several huge chains, swinging slightly above the battlefield.

Antinous stared at them.

Then at Yellow.

Back at the chains.

The idea began to take shape in his mind.

He looked at Mira.

“Mira.”

“What?”

“Can you climb?”

She turned her eyes up with him.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

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The following of an interview conducted by senior plumber researcher matthew daft addressed as MD with ****subject hecate after their capture and immediate imprisonment on july 4th 2026

[Begin log]

MD: [to viewers] commencing interview

*Papers shuffling*

MD: do you know why you're here?

*Silence*

MD: in these reports it is said you were the second in comman at the black paw and thus you were partially responsible for all actions thereof?

H: is that really hard to believe ?

MD: not at all. I've dealt with enough weird stuff on my own

*Subject H leans back on her chair , no signs of agression yet*

MD: shall we proceed then?

H:...fine

*Shuffling papers*

MD: how old were you when you first came into crime

H: around 16 to 17

MD: that's the exact age your ringleader was when he began as well correct?

H: is that relevent ?

MD: please answer the question

H: yes.yes it was.

MD:How would you describe your position in the syndicate?

H: I worked my way up the ranks.

MD: How?

H: The same way everyone else did.

MD: Which was?

H: You had to prove that you were useful.

MD: Useful how?

H: It depends on what needed to be done.

MD: Smuggling?

H: Sometimes.

MD: Assault?

*Silence*

MD: Hecate?

H: Sometimes.

MD: Murder?

*subject H stares at MD*

H: You're really trying to get me to say that word, aren't you.

MD: I'm trying to determine what happened.

H: Then write it down.

*Short pause*

MD: Do you regret it?

H: which part

MD: Any of it.

H: That's an awfully broad question.

MD: Then let's narrow it down. Do you regret joining the Black Paw?

H: No.

MD: Do you regret becoming second-in-command?

H: No.

MD: Do you regret the people who died because of the syndicate?

H: Some of them.

MD: Some?

H: Not everyone was innocent.

MD: Then why did you stay?

H : Because it wasn't an option for me

MD: it Wasn't an option, or you became attached?

H: You weren't there.

MD: That's why I'm asking you.

H: *sigh* how many questions do i have to answer now?

MD: just a few

H: fine get it over with

MD: from the last question , you regretted the innocents that got in your way

H: Yes.

MD: Did the ringleader feel the same way?

*subject H's singular eye twitches slightly*

H: i don't know

MD: During your time in the Black Paw, did you ever try to leave?

H: Once.

MD: What happened?

H: I came back.

MD: Why?

H: Because I realized that there was no place else for me to go.

MD: Did he stop you?

H: No.

MD: why not?

H: He knew I would have come back regardless.

MD: He trusted you.

H: He understood me.

*There is a long pause*

MD: Were you loyal to him?

H: Yes.

MD: Even when you disagreed with him?

H: yes

MD: Did you ever think he was going too far?

H:....sometimes

MD: Could you have stopped him?.

H: Probably.

MD: One final subject.

H: What?

MD: Your ringleaders death

*H immediately looks up*

MD: The reports of that day all have different accounts of how it went down but his death was the subsequent reason for the capture and removal of most influential members of the underworld

H: ...

MD: but His body was never recovered.

H: ...

MD: we were hoping you could give us a version you think happened

H: Stop.

MD: Some witnesses say he was killed during the escape. Others say he survived and disappeared.

H: I said stop.

MD: You were supposedly the person closest to him.

*subject H slowly pushes her chair back*

MD: So I'm going to ask you directly --

H: Don't.

MD: How do you think the monkeyman actually died?

H lunges across the table.

MD's chair falls backwards.

MD: SECURITY--!

H grabs MD by the throat and shoves him backwards against the wall.

H: YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING!

Several guards rush inside.

GUARD: SEDATE HER!

H: LET ME GO YOU-

Two guards grab hold of H from behind and pull her off of MD.

MD: Get her off me!

They drag H towards the door.

The guards pull H out the door.

Door slams.

Silence.

[to viewers] Interview terminated at 14:37.

[End log]

Sorry to say but the something something clock relatrd side stpry and the monkeyman stories will be delayed