Unruh Manor Underground Lab
Chuck quietly searched through the first section of the lab. There was an old laser that looked like it was used for experiments, used for Meme Spliting no doubt.
His privacy was to be short-lived: four figures in dark jumpsuit unforms appeared to one end of the lab, leaving only a set of large double doors to escape to at the other. One of them raised a weapon and fired off a blast that exploded just above and behind Chuck.
Chuck did not flee; he firmly told the figures to put away their weapons and remain calm. The black figure raised his weapon and fired again, but this time, before the blast was six inches off the muzzle, it was met with a rock solid blast of sonic longitudinal waves from Chuck's RF-6200 Sonic Hand Weapon. The blast to blew back into the face of the black figure, disintegrating its head. The other figures ran up the flight of stairs they descended from.
Chuck proceeded to the double doors and pushes his way in. Sitting at a very primitive Web 2.0 console, a badly damaged Autopilot Traffic Machine consisting mostly of dead links to The Magickians of Simpleology, he saw the figure wearing a Chris Titan Mask, his quarry found. The masked figure was typing something into Twitter when it saw Chuck standing there.
Chuck looked deep into the mask. Something about the eyes terrified him... sickened him deep in his soul... a feeling of sinking... regressing... devolution to a primitive awareness of extinction... like looking into the eyes of your own dead corpse...
The figure did not even resist when Chuck raised his Blue Hand to lift off the mask.
The face under the mask was his own, gone quite mad with a blank frustration but it was Crump's face.
A violent vortex like feeling swelled in his head.
Vertigo spinning madly around a smooth center of awareness.