"Why? Why!" The hero's rival cackled in amusement, arms outstretched as he looked into the red sky. "Because!" He began, eyes gleaming with menacing delight as his tall, lanky body skipped towards our protagonist. His bouncing hair was unruly as though he'd been struck by lightning, yet the severity complimented his sharp snout and jaw which stuck outwards towards his adversary. As he came closer the scent of decay clung to his maroon suit, adding to the madness of his overall being leaving a sense of dread with every joyful hop. "Because my dear brother! IKEA!" The fighter stopped in his tracks, lowering his gun to the floor in a moment of pure and utter disbelief. Surely he misheard the man before him? Surely?
"Ikea? As in the Swedish furniture shop?" He stuttered. "What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything!" "You don't remember?" Hurt laced the miscreant's words like barbed wire, adding a sting to every whine he emitted. "Remember what, Adrian! What am I meant to remember? You're about to turn my fiancé into a meatball! What am I not getting about this whole thing!"

In an instant, the hero remembered and pleasant memories of their childhood together came flooding back like a tidal wave. IKEA, of course, how could he forget those summers when the pair sat inside with those warm clumps of meat resting in their bellies? Always hungry for their next adventure in the land of fake bedrooms and kitchens, only to then be treated to the best meals of their lives.

Leo never forgot watching as his brother returned from the line with an empty plate, eyes watery and lips shakey as he declared, "They ran out of meatballs." From that day forth, Adrian changed. He grew frantic, never ceasing his ramblings on how to make the perfect ball of mystery meat. His bedroom walls were covered in recipes and equations, desperately pleading with a force higher than him to rescue him from his meaty madness. Yet no one came. No solution was found... Until he realised the perfect way to make the most delicious meal that would last even after he'd passed from the mortal realm; he would have to make everyone into his delicious treat.