Chapter CDV: Never Restrained…Though They Try ~Multehx

From behind a shut door, a muffled groaning was heard as slowly, within, its resident came to. He shook his head slightly, reaching to rub where he had impacted with the shadow crystal. But, perplexed, his hand wouldn't move. Nor his arm.

"We put this broadcast on pause because..." he frowned, his eyes glancing upwards, where his hands seemed to be. A pair of silver handcuffs were locked about his hands, over a bar above.

Glancing about, he growled in frustration. "Oooh, this is growing painfully clear now!" he muttered, shaking the cuffs, them holding with amazing strength. "The dim light, the cramped quarters, a wooden bar just conveniently lodged overhead – someone's imprisoned me in a closet!"

Fuming, he looked around a bit more, spotting several lines of light. This brought a smirk to him.

"Ahh…so...this is the door," Multehxio nodded sagely, and put his boots against the other wooden surface, deftly walking up it, hands tethered still. "A door's not solid enough to utilize in one of my famous magic tricks." Getting on the ceiling, hands above him, hat oddly remaining in place, he stood on tiptoes, managing to get one of his hands into his hat. Rustling it about inside for a few moments, he withdrew it, clutching a sparkling green powder.

He grinned, eyebrows wiggling. "Asha vaalaaa," he spoke quietly, drawing his fingers into the pile, "vada VOOM!"

With a deft move, his fingers flicked the powder all over the chain of the cuffs. It billowed around them entirely, but didn't stop there. The cloud continued to spread, until it slightly began to seep under the door out into the hall before swelling and exploding into non-existence in a flash of light. Multehxio stood there, cape spread, bowing with a flourish.

Scratching where a chin would be on any other being, his brow furrowed and he looked around. "Rather…crude establishment…though rustic feeling."

Nodding, he pointed at the far end of the hall, a large stuffed bear appearing at the other end, a grizzly wearing a huge pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a fake moustache.

He grinned, giving a thumbs-up. "Peeerrrfect." He beamed at it. "That improvement aside, time for the part of the game that everybody loves – payback."

Chuckling almost insanely to himself, he hurried over to one of the room doors, opening it as soon as he verified no one was inside. Moving a chair over to the door, he got atop it. "Try and imprison me, The Great Spontaneous Multehxio, will they?" He grinned, reaching behind him and, from beneath his cape, producing a large bucket filled quite high with a neon pink dye fluid. This he began working into place over the door. "Well, we can't stand for that now!"

As he got it into position, he carefully closed the door a bit more, enough to position the bucket correctly and conceal any trace of its presence.

Just as fast, he reappeared in the hall with a flowing of his cape. Wasting no time he walked over to a door across the hall, stopping at it as it was closed, and gave the telltale signs of someone inhabiting it. He nodded to himself, reaching in his cape and producing two smaller objects. One, a gumball, pink, he popped into his mouth and began chewing. The other, a small, metal disc with a thick red button deeply set into it, he raised to look at. Chuckling, he gently tapped it, eliciting a quiet but strong buzz.

"Fifty volts of joy-giving fun."

He grinned, removing the mass of chewed gum from his mouth, spreading it thinly over the back of the thumb-sized disc, and adhering it covertly under the knob, as not to be seen from any casual onlooker.

"Ehehehehehee!" he chuckled, tiptoeing over to a picture on the wall of a very dignified looking Yoshi. Into the cape he reached, producing a thick black crayon. Within seconds, no onlooker would be certain if the one pictured was not the Yoshian version of the First Earth comic Groucho Marx.

Grinning, into the cape pocket the crayon went, and out came another toy. This was a purple jack-in-the-box. He grinned, winding it up, and then pressed on it, distorting the natural physics of it. Flatter and flatter it got until it was paper thin, which he slid under the carpet. He grinned in his own demented fashion. "Someone touches the carpet, do do do do do-de-oo-do and POP goes the weasel through the rug!"

"I ponder if I've left any stone untur–" he cut off, noticing a vacant room at the end of the hall. Making his way towards it, he smirked. "Mistah 6400, you always were the stick in the mud! Ruining my fun with your..." he stopped, shuddering, "SERIOUS nature! Uuuh!" He shivered again, repulsed at the word still, but shaking it off and heading in. "Hiring some scaly fellow to knock me out, then chaining me up in a closet will not spare you from my most humorous wrath today!"

Moving over to the bed, he removed what looked like a thin springboard with attached spring. He slipped this under the mattress of the bed, chuckling. "I don't care who your accomplices are, I always get the laugh and all shall know it!" He stood, cape swirling as he struck a pose. "For I am The Great Spontaneous, currently Multehxio!"

Laughing his insane laugh, he boldly matched forth...straight through the open window…and plunged to the ground with a loud thud. Groaning he got to his feet and began to brush himself off. "I meant to do that!" he declared, striding off rapidly indeed into the village, sticking to the back alleys (what few there were…).