another day, another evil scheme. drakken finds himself in the same place he’s been every day for the last two weeks: troubleshooting his latest ray-like object crafted for the utmost evil. the frustration with hitting wall after proverbial wall is a strong motivator for the mad scientist, determined to prove that, yes, this ray will be so much bigger, so much better, so much badder than all the ones that came before it. and what it does will—well, truth be told, he doesn’t exactly know what it will do until he inputs the power source.
any and all thoughts imagining what he could program the weapon to do are gone the moment he hears the sound of metal breaking away from metal and crashing to the floor; shoulders tense, spine straightens, and he takes a moment to gather himself before spinning around on heel, pointing dramatically with the turn.
‘ KIM POSSIBLE! you’re too late, my unnamed until future notice ray is nearly–– ’ words spoken with such boisterous confidence falter as his eyeline shifts lower, landing on––he’s not quite sure. loves the color, won’t admit it right away. ‘ you’re not kim possible. ’ a pause. ‘ look, whatever you’re selling, we’re not interested. ’
CALL ME BEEP ME. featuring @bluequill