Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Vox Mandark Chapter 3

VOX MANDARK

Chapter Three

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RIGHT AFTER THIS SENTENCE!

The deafining silence accompanied the interiour of the psychedelic Volkswagon on it’s journey back to the Astronominov house.

Mandark sulked in the back seat, stairing absently out of the window, like he did on the bus earlier that day.

Earthen eyes grazed the firey field of a Californian sunset that spread out for miles.

In the departure of the bus’s wake, a dark trail followed in the sky like the shadow of the sun, announcing the arrival of another night.

Trees were bathed in the dusk’s Midas touch, making each leaf as golden as an ornament from a legendary Inca treasure hoarde.

Each mountain peak reached into the atmosphere like fingertips from a hand of the earth below them.

Mandark scrutinized each detail of nature’s bounty with his gazing eyes, but his mind was far off from any thoughts of the scenery.

“Well, it looks like, once again, the people around you fail to recognize your good deeds, and punish you for being yourself. No wonder I am at the bottom of the pecking order in this event called life.”

The boy ceases in his musing, and looks up at the back of his parent’s heads.

“Why am I hated so? This world needs me to assert my intelligence on it’s inferiour primitive ways.”

He reasserts his once abandoned position of looking out of the window.

Minutes later, the Volkswagon pulls up in the driveway of the Astronominov residence, discontinuing it’s need for a destination.

The engine is killed by the flick of the ignition key, and Oceanbird and Windbear unbuckle themselves, and open the doors outward to the world.

Their son follows suit, as he picks up his heavy brown backpack; the one which he used in self-defense; and slid out of the vinyl green seat. He climbs out from the back and closes the door, locking it with a click.

His senna Oxfords resonate a dull click on the concrete, as he makes his way up the sidewalk around the uncut lawn. Untamed grass endings tickle the scientist’s bare legs as he rounds the corner, and opens the door previously unlocked by his parents.

The scent of myrrh and nag champa overwhelms his olfactory bulb as he steps foot in the house.

A well-worn small Mexican striped rug greets his shoes underneath him, as he turns and closes the teek door with a slam, setting off the myriads of bells and chimes on the knob and above the doorframe. Their soft metallic clinking and melodic ringing welcome the thin male inside.

Mandark tends to ignore it, and proceeds to untie and leave his shoes and socks in the hallway next to the other discarded footwear that had settled there.

He looks up after hearing footsteps approach, and finds a small girl inches away from him.

Like an obediant puppy, she always greets him, but not in the most gingerly way as one would expect from such a small child. This girl balls up her fist and launches it into Mandark’s arm, elicting a nasal pained groan from the target.

“Heh, heh, heh, Susan’s in trouble! You’re gonna get it now!” The small girl spoke with a bored nasal tone, ivory smile stretching from cheek to cheek, as her eyes bore fear into the taller male like a daemon’s.

And why shouldn’t they? After all, she was his older sister Olga, despite her knee sized height like his intelligent rival, but a bit taller.

Oh, and a lot meaner too.

“Olga! Damn you!” Mandark squeeked, choosing the wrong words to speak to such a feared lady.

With a swipe of her deft hand, his sister immediantly brought him down to his knees, and seized his collar within her closed fist. For such a stout girl, she was stronger than any boy her or his age.

“WHAT’S MY NAME?” She huffed, face to face with a fearful Mandark, the scent of lavender flavoured candy waifed by his nose, one of Olga’s favourite.

“La….La…Lalavava.” He gulped out, his own shirt starting to constrict his throat.

Olga played a nasty smile on her features, then flicked his nose with the sound of a fillip, leaving a nasty sting on the victim’s tip, at which he winced through his glasses.

Her graiting chuckle mocked him as it rung through his head, then for good measure, she dropped him, and scampered away, possibly to show her parents how such a good little angel she was.

Mandark soon collected himself up off the floor, grabbed his backpack, and ran upstairs to avoid anymore contact with that daughter of Satan.

He slammed the door behind him, and locked it, keeping any intruders out.

The young scientist threw the filled bag down on his paisley-print bed, causing it to crepitate under the weight, as he stormed off to his closet.

He glanced around, then moved his clothing over, revealing a speaker.

“3114677895.” he spoke casually into the box.

There was a metallic clank, then the whole wall gave away to another room, closing behind the boy as he entered.

Dark obsidian flooring reached outwards to every corner of the laboratory, like an oil slick.

Giant gothic-style nuclear reactors rose out of the floor like some dark volcano, silver pipes outlining it like creeping vines. Machines of every sort, brainchildren of the nerd, littered each nook and cranny. Off in the distance, the crackling and humming of electricity from pylons could be heard. Robots glittered in the sparce light with their new coat of metallic paint, making them look like steel daemons, monsters, and dragons. Supercomputers lined the walls like wallpaper, their beeping and humming constant with the noise of other machines.

Mandark laughed, basking in the awe of his own creation. Every thing in this laboratory was concieved from his brain and own two hands.

In the middle of it all, a large red biohazard symbol with a jagged ‘M’ in the middle was inlayed into the floor, the perfect insigna for such a mad scientist.

The child thought back to the event earlier that spawned his arrival in this lab post-haste.

“Such a complex and adaptive group of microscopic creatures, able to be a denizen of anyplace it chooses. It can be a cryophite, thermophile, xerophillic, hydrophillic, or anything in between. Just invades a place and takes it. And like me, it is not wanted. Very underestimated”

Just invades a place and takes it. And like me, it is not wanted. Very underestimated.

Just invades a place and takes it. Very underestimated……

VERY UNEXPECTED.

Mandark glees at this thought, and rushes to his computer with an idea, ripe, and ready for the taking.

Hands worked furiously at the keyboard, jotting in code, equasions, and measurements.

“With my robot army, I can invade any place and take it.” He looks upward at the monitor, reading the precautions and warnings of a machine before activating it.

“Why haven’t I thought of this before? Oh! I can use my old time machine to go back to the past, and invade a society with a primal military!” He strikes the button of his mouse with his finger, and with a beep, he activates the time portal. Far above him, he hears a deep humming, then a loud roaring.

“However, thanks to Dexter for destroying my old lab,” he gritted, stepping onto a lift which raised him to another sectour, “My new time machine is not perfect compared to my old one. I created it exactly similar to the original, but, I could not find the paper with the anti-aging physics equasion on it. With high and rapid amounts of radioactive and kinetic energy bombarding my body, I will age slightly without any protection, no matter if I travel forwards or backwards in time. However, my original age shall be frozen in time when I, and if I do return.”

With this, he opened the door to the artillary, and picked a couple of weapons of choice.

He hooked a rope with talon like jaws at the end on his belt, then pocketed an atlatl, a sling which Aztecs used to fire spears and other narrow, pointy objects. He then grabbed a large staff, which could form three types of blades with controled plasmatic lazer technology.

Then, gaining access to his protective clothing chamber by a retnal scan, he put on a pair of black buckle up boots with magnets that could be controled at the bottom, a pair of black bellbottoms, to keep him afloat in water, and a large black trenchcoat with a red biohazard symbol on the back, and flame-like markings on the arms and on the bottom hem. The trenchcoat was useful, as it had many pockets for storing various bottled chemicals, ammo, small weapons, and anything else the scientist could think of.

Looping a belt through a holster on the staff, he slung it around onto his back, and then buckled it in the front, giving the elongated weapon a temporary piggyback ride.

Sneering, he returned to the lift, and entered one more floor before he made his way to his final destination.

He entered the robotics chamber, and with a couple of switches flipped on the wall, each robot was activated with an electrical hum.

“ROBOTS! GO TO THE ARTILLARY AND RECIEVE YOUR WEAPON CHOOSEN BY THE COMPUTER! MEET ME AT SECTOUR FOUR, AND GEAR UP TO GO TO THE TIME PORTAL!” Mandark bellowed, partially unable to control his self glee of thinking up such a devious plot.

The male finally made it to the time portal, as the glowing blue light welcomed his presence into the time-space continuuim. Swirls of white energy reflected off of his glasses, making the false impression that his eyes were glowing. The deafening roar of energy sounded like a metallic waterfall. Mandark punched in the year of 1965 on the screen, and finalized it by pressing enter.

There was a buzzing, then as the time-portal adjusted to the new timeframe, the roaring died down with the adjustment of controled energy.

Mandark laughed as he stepped into the threshold of the portal, destined to come back a world leader with respect, even it was gained by fear. In an instant, his laughter stopped, and there was a quick flash. Mandark was no more in this era.

“Olga, would you like to go out with us for pizza?” A deep voice shouted from the kitchen.

The savage young girl jumped up from the couch, abandoning her television program with a push of the remote, and ran outside to the vehicle, shouting an excited “Yes” to her parents.

“I dunno, Windbear, if it is good to leave Susan home alone like this.” Oceanbird croaked, walking out of the door while she adjusted an earring.

“Don’t fret, Bess, he’ll be fine. Besides, he needs a firm fact, he might be reading right now. Let’s not disturb him.” the father answered, locking the door behind him and his family.

The mother sighed, then got in, buckling herself up. “Well…..if you say so.”

Windbear put a conjoling arm around his wife and gave her a kiss; with Olga groaning at the sight; then looked back for any oncoming cars and backed the bus out of the driveway and left.

Minutes later, the robots gathered up infront of the time portal, ready to enter like their organic master. However, unlike Mandark, they did not have common sence, and one shot off a lazer within the crowd, causing the others to panic and flee in all directions. By then all weapons were going off at the hands of the robots, destroying machines, spilling chemicals, erupting fires, and ravaging years of hard work. One shot a large metal pipe that transferred steam out of the lab. It eventually toppled ontop of the time-portal machine, destroying it. The energy from the open portal became chaotic, and unbalanced, like a split atom, and then with a white flash……

…the laboratory was no more.

And so was the house.

Mandark was violently tossed out of the portal upon the ground.

As he looked up, he saw that he was not in the past……..

…..he was in the future.