The Master's Return

Two months after the fire at the Council library, the Master had been on a revenge-fueled quest to track down the villainous Reg Van Der Beak, who had somehow been reconstructed, assumed the identity of the human-looking woman Dr. Evangeline Drabak, and was now loose somewhere in the Waldoverse with the dangerous lutin, Delacroix Vincent.

After numerous dead ends, the Master was about to give up when he finally caught a break: a money trail led him to a property in Barcelona—apparently where Reg/Eva had received their reconstructive surgery.

The Master journeyed to a remote shack on Sant Jeroni mountain, outside Barcelona. While investigating the shack, he found a basement and witnessed a horrendous sight: Reg’s sex dungeon. A collection of various-sized, obscene strap-ons. A picture of himself on Reg's wall with a hatchet buried in it. Various occult research items littered the room.

There he found Stanbot 2.0—missing since the previous season—bound and in a terrible state.

Soon after, the Master returned to Widdlington, Waldonia, landing on Council grounds. He began searching for Waldo, but after no luck, decided to try Travers’ office.

The Master arrives at the law firm in Waldgate. The sign above the door now reads: “Travers, Travers & Shiina: Attorneys at Law.” The quaint charm of the building is immediately sullied upon entering—where a topless Mr. Boothe greets him at the front desk, his hairy, flabby folds quite revolting.

Mr Boothe: Good day, Master Devlin. Welcome to Travers, Travers and Shiina—the finest law firm in the Waldonia. Also within this building is headquarters of the Travers-Shiina Corporation... a "cyberpunk-style megacorp"... I have been instructed to say that. How may I help you?

Master Devlin: Hello Mr. Boothe. You work reception now?

Mr Boothe: Indeed, sir. Mrs. Travers has been promoted, y’see.

Master Devlin: Excellent. Well, I’m here to see Mr. Travers. I don’t have an appointment, but I know he’s not busy.

Mr Boothe: Very well, sir. Right this way.

Boothe leads the Master up to Travers’ office. Travers is lounging in his chair, smoking a cigar.

Travers: HELLOOO MASTER DEVLIN. Couldn’t stay away from your best friend, Travers, any longer, huh?

He offers the Master a cigar and a scotch. The Master accepts.

MD: Indeed... How are things?

Travers: Life’s been good to me. Especially my new bride. That girl has a good work ethic, I can tell you that...

MD: Yes, I’m sure she does.

Travers: Though I am somewhat concerned about Mr. Boothe being at reception... He doesn’t seem to attract as much clientele. Might have to replace him with more appealing-looking staff. Say, how’d you like to join us? Pass the bar exam and it can be Travers, Shiina & Devlin. You’re practically family after all.

MD: Well, as a matter of fact, we Masters get put through the bar exam during our extensive training. But I will have to pass, unfortunately. My duties put me elsewhere. Actually—I’ve just returned from Barcelona. I thought you should know I found your client, Stanbot 2.0, there...

Travers: Former client... He decided he could do better without my help.

MD: Yes, well... He’s in quite a bad way. It seems Reg was abusing him for some time. His entire rear exhaust has been destroyed—penetrated through his internal compartment and into his neural net. He no longer has use of his legs. Catatonic. Reading 404 messages... I’m having him shipped back to the Council lab, but I fear he may have to be... disassembled.

Travers: Oh really? Gee, that’s too bad...

MD: You really are terrible, aren’t you? Have you no conscience whatsoever?

Travers: No, Master Devlin. You are speaking out of turn. What do you want from me? I tried to help him, you accused me of exploiting and scamming him. I then stopped helping him because he was aggressive, belligerent, and unwilling to cooperate—and now you complain about me not caring. Fact of the matter is, that whole secret court thing? That was so last season. I’ve moved on. You should too.

MD: Hrmmm.

Mayuri enters, wearing professional-looking clothes.

Mayuri: SENPAI!

MD: Hello Mayuri. How are you? You look smart.

Mayuri: Thank you, senpai! I’m good! I’m a partner now...

MD: Already? Do you have a law degree?

Mayuri: Of course! Here, it’s on the wall... I was surprised too. But Travers-san says things move fast in the Waldoverse.

The Master looks at the framed "law degree"—a handwritten piece of paper signed by Travers. Travers beams proudly.

MD: Oh... umm... yes. Well done, Mayuri.

Mayuri: Thank you, senpai.

MD: Well, I must be going. I’m curious to see what Widdle Frunkut has gotten up to. Also I’m eager to get back to work. I’ve exhausted leads for Reg—unless I can get Stanbot online to answer some questions...

Mayuri: Oh—before you go, Senpai. I thought you should know that Ms. Von Hildendorf is up for parole. I’m going to be giving my testimony at the hearing on Friday. I’ve been practicing all day to get my speech right... Anyway, I understand the Council is being asked to consider taking her on as a pupil if she gets out of the zoo.

MD: Oh... I see. Well, I’ll look into it. Thank you for the heads up, Mayuri. Good day, my dear... Travers...

The Master leaves. He starts walking down the street, when suddenly he hears rustling in a nearby dustbin. As he moves closer to inspect, Waldo comes tumbling out. He’s completely filthy and looks a bit like Beetlejuice.

wF: Hi Masta! Where you been?!

The Master looks back at Travers’ office, puzzled. They’re barely 20 feet from the door.

MD: Good lord, Waldo, how did you get so dirty so quickly??

wF: Eh? We is always dirty!

MD: Never mind. I was just looking for you. Let’s go home. We have much to discuss...

Season 3 continues in Witherfieldians