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Where: Heloise's secret laboratory (This is a popular place to go, apparently~!)
When: A little while after this.
Who: Benson, Mordecai, and Heloise
What: A terrible misjudging of how serious Heloise actually is. Mordecai gets "I told you so" rights for the rest of his life.
Warnings: SUPER DUPER DUPER DARRRKKKK.  R RATING. Violence, torture, and character death. Don't worry, they'll get better. It's just going to be very traumatic.

A cool gust of wind blew past Benson as he stood in the empty street, brows furrowed in annoyance. He leaned over his rake for support, watching Mordecai dance around like an idiot on every manhole cover in the road. This was supposed to be the way they were going to find that little girl's "evil secret laboratory". The gumball machine scoffed. The lab probably didn't even exist.

Sure, the kid was creepy, but he highly doubted she was all that she was making herself out to be. Heloise was probably just a little kid with crazy delusions, taking advantage of everyone's confusion to make herself sound scary. Ugh, kids could be so obnoxious, sometimes. Benson wasn't fond of the way she constantly threatened him with "experimentation", either. He was perfectly fine with accepting her job offer, his fear of her was only as deep as the passing threats. And when he thought back on them, he discounted it all as being silly. Being able to see the pint-sized punk face to face would help quell the few straggling uncertainties he had left.

Mordecai had bad vibes abut the kid too, and was going on the safe side with this job. They were going together, not just to share work, but for potential safety in numbers. Benson had also brought a rake jokingly to use as a weapon if things got bad. But his blue-feathered friend was taking this all waaay too seriously. It was kind of ironic that he was handling things in a logical way, for once- when it's probably just a game.

Benson's doubtful thoughts vanished in a flash as he heard a surprised yelp spike up from behind. He turned, mirroring his friend's shocked expression as a manhole cover rose up off the ground, revealing a clear, green, elevator-like pod, beckoning them down.
A small gasp escaped and he cast a quick glance to the tall blue jay. He gulped but quickly willed his expression back to it's usual bored, let's-get-this-over-with facade; willing up every bit of bravery he had. They were going to be fine.

But down in his mechanical core, a sensation was pulsing through his body, turning his cold metal limbs to jello.
What had he gotten them into?

((ooc: By the way, sorry for the small Mordecai usage up there, Kasu. D8> I hope that wasn't god-moddy, but I wanted to include Mordy in the action of getting to the lab!))