h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

That insidious dark voice. It's calling me again. It's gravelled gasps are drawing me to it. The others sleep; I look in on them as I go by. Jinkies, Phenomenal, Gooseman, even the janitor is asleep. I'm alone against him, me, us. The darkness laughes at my attempts against it. Without my scarf I'm powerless against this psychic assault. I struggle, but he has already overpowered me. Dear darkness.

I am now in the garage next to the MIGOSH vehicles. I struggle against him, me, us truly and valiantly but he forces me to open a hover car and start it. The car slowly, quietly rises from the garage. I know where I'm going. He knows where I'm going. We know where we're going.

The portal's outline become clearer and I see my first glimpse of my destination. Unreality. I have no control, he is too close and too strong. I pass through the portal. The vessel sets down in front of an impossible palace. The darkness creases stretching to infinty and very likely quite beyond that. The laughter is audible and I cross the threshold into the home of my enemy.

The shadow of death cloaks my shoulders, the rancid smell of unadulterated destruction fills my nostrils. The chill flows from the walls. I go up the stairs; flickers of cold flame light my way into his throne room, my throne room, our throne room. We exist together, apart and parallelly. The cowled figure on the throne with the large staff draws me up to him with his eyes. They are bright, glinting eyes. Red, and blues flicker dangerously in them; I know he's smiling that I'm smiling, that we're smiling. His face is hidden from me. He draws up his cowl to reveal me, no not me, a different person, a doppelganger, his face is burnt distorted from festering in his unreal realm. He laughes darkly as I bow to him and fall to one knee.

He bends down to my ear, "Your time is over. It's my turn. The rule of the weak is defeated by the rule of the strong." He chuckles as he returns to his position in his throne.

"Never, I won't give up to you," I grit through my teeth.

"We'll see. We'll see," He begins to laugh maniacally.