ACT I [EXT. / CAMEROON RAINFOREST / STORMY NOON]
Friska: - [gestures to the husk pieces] Whadda we do with all this?
...
several minutes later...
Roaring clouds of thunder continue to prowl over the Cameroon rainforest, as the heavy downpour tries to lick its recent wounds. Laying across the surviving rainforest lies the Tortoise Nightmare's empty husk. And floating way above it lies around hundreds of green, glowing balls. All these were created by none other than Terra, as she currently floats among the cluster of spheres.
Terra: [looking down at the enormous eyesore]...
In a single motion of her finger, she sends the balls of psychic energy diving straight down to various parts of the husk. The intense power of each ball causes the behemoth's corpse to break down into smaller pieces of itself. Like an army of crocodile teeth against the world's largest jawbreaker, the onslaught slowly but surely results in a massive pile of shards. But Terra's not done yet.
Using her telekinesis, she lifts up large chunks of shard and dumps them in the deep trenches left by the tortoise's foul breath -- doing so for each one. After that, the psychic scoops up loads upon loads of dirt and minerals from the mountain she sliced earlier. Terra then fills/flattens the trenches with them akin to using cement, burying the Nightmare's shattered corpse in the process.
With all that taken care of, Terra takes a moment to look up at the rumbling sky.
Terra: ...
Having no further business left here, the jellyfish soon takes her leave and flies off. The scene then rises up from the rainforest and emerges out of the crackling clouds, revealing both the calm blue sky and the distant moon. Truly a breath-taking sight... Is what would be said, if not for the celestial body's scar. A scar far more prominent than what happened back down below.
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ACT II [EXT. / THE MOON / OVER A MONTH AGO]
Forever swimming in the endless ocean of ink that is space. Not just Jua and Dunia, but their little sister as well. Meet Mwezi -- quiet, timid, and faint of heart. Certainly not as lively as her eldest brother. Nor as social as her big sister, despite sharing a few visitors every now and again. And speaking of which, here are some right now arriving via spaceship. One that is branded with the name "HMS Alice".
After a steady landing on the moon's pale, bumpy surface, the ship's visitors are deployed outside. Upon counting, there appears to be approximately 27 in total. And all of which appear to be robotic bipeds, resembling that of rabbits. These electronic leporids are split into three groups, as evident by the colored stripes running down their backs. There's Team Red Pill (red stripes), Team Blue Pill (blue stripes), and Team Yellow Pill (yellow stripes).
Team Yellow Pill: 01001101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01001111 01100010 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00111010 00100000 01010011 01110000 01101100 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110101 01110000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110010 01110110 01100101 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110010 01100110 01100001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 00100000 01101111 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110011 01101001 01100111 01101110 01110011 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100001 01101110 01101111 01101101 01100001 01101100 01101001 01100101 01110011 00101110
The latter team activates their jet thrusters and begins scattering off to different parts of the moon's surface. Meanwhile, Team Red and Blue Pill journey across the vast empty satellite, flying over to a set destination. And as time passes, they finally reach it -- the moon's open wound in the form of a massive X.
With little delay, the two teams begin to venture inside the moon's exposed depths. However, they each have their own objective regarding the hole.
Team Blue Pill: 01001101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01001111 01100010 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00111010 00100000 01010011 01110000 01101100 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110101 01110000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100101 01111000 01100011 01100001 01110110 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100100 01110010 01101111 01100011 01101011 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01101110 01100001 01110100 01110101 01110010 01100001 01101100 00100000 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100101 01110010 01100001 01101100 01110011 00101110
Team Blue Pill scatters towards the layers upon layers of open bedrock. Switching their muzzles into spinning drills, the blue-striped rabbots begin to burrow into them. While Team Blue Pill is busy with that, Team Red Pill is tasked with this.
Team Red Pill: 01001101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01001111 01100010 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00111010 00100000 01010010 01100101 01100001 01100011 01101000 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110100 01110100 01101111 01101101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100111 01100001 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110000 01101000 01101111 01110100 01101111 01100111 01110010 01100001 01110000 01101000 01101001 01100011 00100000 01100101 01110110 01101001 01100100 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100101 01110011 00100000 01100010 01100101 01101100 01101111 01110111 00101110
Going together, the team begins to journey further into the hole, not opting to stop any time soon. Despite going full speed, the descent is long, very long. Minutes turn to hours, and hours turn to days. The deeper they go, the darker it gets, as they dive more and more into a sea of shadow. In order to see where they're going, the red-striped rabbots activate flashlight mode -- piercing the pitch blackness with swaying beams of light from their eyes.
As days turn to weeks -- roughly over a month -- the journey downward continues; however, the rabbots begin to notice something. Flashing around upon their surroundings, they see that the walls of mantle appear to be gradually closing in on themselves towards a singular point. And after an extensive long time, the team's descent into darkness finally leads them to the bottom. However, it's not necessarily a "bottom", but more so a brand new opening -- one that they are unable to enter.
As of present time, the rabbots have discovered an entrance leading to the asthenosphere, a layer of the moon composed entirely of molten lava. As opposed to the jagged X shape on the surface, this entrance appears to be a bit smoother and more circular. And despite being way smaller, it's still considerably wide -- having a radius of about 50-60 miles in diameter. With the very end of the hole found, Team Red Pill wastes no time in what comes next.
Activating camera mode, they proceed in taking pictures of their current surroundings. The rabbots do so hastily, as their ridiculously long voyage has drained them immensely of their power. Before their energy is depleted to zero, they spend their remaining hours exploring every nook and cranny above the lava, taking more and more pictures. In due time, just minutes before zero percent, the team stores all their photos into a shared file and transfers it over to an intended recipient. The job is done.
Team Red Pill: 00101110 00101110 00101110
Not even making an attempt to fly back up to the surface, the red-striped rabbots are well aware that this is the end of the road.
Team Red Pill: 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01001101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01001111 01100010 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00111010 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01000011 01101111 01101101 01110000 01101100 01100101 01110100 01100101 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 00101110 00101110 00101110
And as soon as all power has been depleted, Team Red Pill is now nothing but a bunch of lifeless bodies. Floating adrift at Mwezi's mercy, and slowly being pulled down for a dip in Lucifer's lake.
Back above the moon's surface, Team Yellow Pill has been busy scouring the celestial body for any more blemishes. As of currently, no such luck. But as for Team Blue Pill, they've proven rather successful in mining throughout the bedrock. Over the weeks, the burrowing bots have been extracting a good deal of valuable resources -- as evident by the labeled crates at their disposal. Gold, platinum group metals, rare earth metals, Helium-3, and even water. (Unfortunately, no cheese has been discovered as of yet. Oh well, you take what you can get).
Said crates are currently being stored within the HMS Alice. However, those aren't the only things it's storing. In the span of a few minutes, the ship's automated computer receives a zipped file, downloading it soon after. It's file name:
How_deep_the_rabbit_hole_goes.
>> >> >> NOW LOADING...
ACT III [EXT. / CAMEROON RAINFOREST / STORMY AFTERNOON]
Back on Immobi, hours later in a different part of the Cameroon rainforest, the spider Anansi is currently in search of a new cave. As he swings from one tree to another, he's shown carrying his two web-weaved bags of remaining stash.
Anansi: [looks around as he swings about]...
Eventually, his search leads him to a cliffside, where he's able to catch a view of something from above. That something is a wide group of lakes, and one lake in particular appears to be the widest out of all of them.
Anansi: What the...?
The web swinger is prompted to stop on a tree and gaze upon it, having never seen this part of Cameroon before.
Anansi: (via his thoughts) Hm... is it me, or does that big one look a tad familiar?
As Anansi continues to look, one of his six eyes soon spots something, immediately catching the attention of the rest. It's a cave -- not too far away from one of the smaller lakes.
Anansi: Ah, finally. Home - just as sweet - home. And here I thought I had ta' eat in the rain.
With that, Anansi-... oh wait, hold on.
Anansi: [gets a text from someone and reads it]...?
Poppy: (via text)
"Hey, everything good?"
"Ya' kinda put me on pause last call"
Anansi: (replies)
"Yeah, my bad. Just forgot to update my home security system"
"I'll let you know when I'm done"
[puts away phone]
With that, Anansi leaps off from the tree -- and in turn, the entire cliffside. After a brief yet exhilarating freefall amongst the countless raindrops, he resumes web swinging over to his new home. However, unbeknownst to him, another bug appears amongst the rain, albeit a lot higher. Actually, make that two bugs. To be more specific -- two abnormally large bees, sharing a white/blue color scheme, are busy flying within the lightning-infested clouds, awaiting another hit of the good stuff.
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ACT IIISS [EXT. / MEDITERRANEAN SEA / CONTINUOUS (minus the "stormy")]
The Mediterranean Sea, famous for its crystal clear waters and vast diversity of marine life. As another day goes by, all seems pretty ordinary above the surface. Although, the same can't be said for what arrives here. Floating high and fast across the breezy blue is a lone bubble. Not just any bubble, but a ludicrously huge one. Why would a simple pocket of air exist to have such a size? Well, definitely not for show, but rather for accommodating something inside it.
Encased within the behemoth bubble lies a 135 ft long yacht -- with its transom displaying the name "Jaw-Drop Distance". Something as heavy as that, and it's being lifted with ease by a bubble of all things? That's not even the weirdest part. As if on command, the bubble begins to float down from the sky. Its descent ends as soon as it touches the sea's surface. And after just mere seconds, the bubble's life ends as well.
The large vessel safely hits the surface, and not a scratch on it -- minus some potential burn marks. Oh, almost forgot to mention; as soon as the bubble popped, something exited from the back door. That being a flying streak of inferno. As of currently, the fast-moving fireball is cometing straight across the Mediterranean Sea. Heading South-East from the yacht's location -- the flame burns with a set destination in mind.
TO BE CONTINUED...