A mini-Balrog walked slowly through the hallway, head swinging back and forth as it meandered through. The area was empty of agents. It clutched a glowing chunk of coal in one hand. As it drew near the Mini Adoption Center's doorway, it slowed even more, examining every inch of the hallway.
Just as it reached the doorway, a deep voice spoke. "Well, well, well. The original. The classic." The wall opposite the Center lifted away—one of the Janitorial Division's hidden closets—and a small man in a black suit stepped out. "I'll be blunt, demon. I'm forming a team of minis to become more active participants in canon protection, and I've been hoping beyond hope to have one of your kind among our number. You in?"
The mini-Balrog stared, just for a moment. "I knew it," it said, in an oddly human-sounding voice.
Midguard raised an eyebrow.
The Balrog jabbed a finger into the lump of coal, and after a beam of light, and an incongruous prrrp noise, the Balrog with coal was replaced by a human with a metal cube: Adoption Center employee Omri Stone.
Midguard said, "@#*%."
"I knew it!" Stone said again. "Do you have any idea how much paperwork you've made for me lately!? The Nightshade thinks we've been losing minis!"
"Easy, friend," said Midguard, backing quickly down the hallway. "We're all on the same side, here."
"Don't think you can distract me!" Stone marched over to the closet. "I know you've at least got the fish in here. What about the Missingno.?"
But as he neared the closet, Physic's body panels flowed under the door in a torrent, Making Stone lose his footing and land flat on the ground.
"It's time to go!" Midguard yelled.
Fortesque climbed out the top of the doorway, with Marj held in a hammock of silk. "We can't outrun human legssssss," the spider hissed, and Stone was already getting up.
Suddenly, in the Adoption Center doorway, there it was. A short purple robot. It saluted. "It would be an honor!"
Miguard's eyes lit up. "Hell yeah, I want a robot!"
"You're not taking anyone!" Stone yelled, making a jumping grab for Fortesque. Fortesque retreated up the wall, hissing.
"Right now, we need to make a getaway," said Midguard, as Stone rounded on him.
The robot made a rather distinctive sound as it rearranged its parts, transforming into a purple car. It raced over to Midguard, who grabbed a hold on the side of the windshield and jumped on, just as Stone tried to seize Midguard. Fortesque dropped down from a strand of webbing, straddling around Midguard with the tips of its legs on the edges of the car roof. Cyberteonian peeled away from the scene, with Physic flying through the air above them.
Midguard smiled. "Assembled at last."
The Avengers Minitiative
coming April 26, 2019
part one part two part three
—doctorlit. Now what?
Omri Stone opened the door to the janitor's closet and strode forward to a box on the far wall. He removed a rubber glove.
"Fine," he said, yanking it down onto his left hand. "This time, I'll do it myself."
"Didn't you just try to do it yourself?" asked a mini-Bat-Mite flying behind him.
"I'm just saying, the thing you just said doesn't make any sense in context."
"I said, shut up."