DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest

Buddy Pine woke to a white room, everything hurt but he managed to work through the pain to take a look at his surroundings. It looked like a medical room of some kind, in the same style as Kronos Corp architecture, somebody must have found him after his rocket crashed! But where is he? Where are the medical staff?

"Hello?" He manages to croak out through his sore throat. "Is anyone there?"

No answer...

He slowly pulled himself from the bed and made his way into the hallway, blank, windowless hallways that twisted and turned. He looked around for someone to find out what happened, but he couldn't find anyone... What is this place, he never built anything with this kind of layout. He searched and found a break room of some kind, where he was at least able to get some food and water, but while he was able to find some signs of habitation, nobody there to be seen.

He searched and searched but there was no sign of anybody, the halls were a labyrinth of walls and furnishings, rooms scattered haphazardly with no rhyme or reason. He found break rooms, labs and medical rooms, storage and offices all abandoned and barely furnished. But he did see someone, a man in a medical coat, he never sticks around, always checking something and leaving before Buddy can call out to him.

How long has be been here? With just the overhead lights to go by time is losing its meaning, has he been trapped here for hours? Days? Weeks? He finds a break room when he's hungry or thirsty, and hees started taking some with him and case he can't find another one. The pain hasn't let up, his movements are still sluggish and stiff, whatever is going on, he isn't recovering. He just needs to find the doctor and get out of this place, he can hear something in the next room, somebody else!

He quickly regretted finding out what was making that noise...

It was wearing a Kronos security uniform, but it wasn't human, that much was clear. It walked on four deformed limbs and had a mouth like a blender, it was trashing the meeting room before it stopped and turned to Buddy. He tried to run but but it chased him down and knocked him to the ground, before he had a chance to scream the thing bit into his neck and everything went dark...

He woke up in a white room with an explosion of pain, he was right back where he started...

It continued like that for some time, he would search until another deformed creature chased him down and killed him, only for him to wake up worse for wear in a medical room. Everything hurt but at least the pain from his last death faded with each new one, if he didn't search then more would eventually find him, if he didn't die of thirst beforehand. It wasn't until he managed to find an executive office that he saw something new...

Gazerbeam?

It was wearing Gazerbeam's outfit, even attacked him with his lazers, but the Omnidroid killed him years ago! What the hell is going on? Buddy ran from the creature, pursued until he managed to find another break room, he thought quickly and grabbed a reflective plate and took out the creature with a redirected lazer. The thing didn't bleed or scream, it just slumped to the ground... It was empty inside...

Buddy didn't have the time to stop and think, he could hear more creatures coming, did they sense Gazerbeam's death? He didn't think, he just ran from the growing crowd, all wearing uniforms or super suits, he didn't know how long he ran, but eventually he managed to get into another room and closed the sturdy looking door behind him, leaning against it to catch his breath, until he realized he wasn't alone.

The Doctor he saw was standing there next to a door, watching him.

"Good to see you Mr. Pine." He man said with a strangely familiar voice. "I was just finishing my inspection and I must say, you've truly outdone yourself this time."

"Doctor, we need to get out of here." Buddy's voice was hoarse from lack of use, but he was determined to find out what was happening. "Those things are coming, we need to get out before they catch up!"

"We don't need to do anything Mr. Pine." The doctor said as he checked his clipboard. "I've been extraordinarily busy of late, but in a case such as your I simply had to take time from my busy schedule to make sure everything was prepared for you."

"Prepared? What the hell are you talking about?" He could feel the creatures beginning to bang on the door as he began to barricade the door. "What is this place? How did I get here? What the hell are these things?"

"You know what this place is Mr. Pine." The doctor(?) began telling him with a cold, uncaring tone. "You built it after all, with your own two hands."

"Wh-who are you?" In this moment this man seems more terrifying than any of the creatures outside. "What are you?"

"You know who I am Mr. Pine," The thing wearing a man's face seemed taller as he said that, the shadows grew darker and colder as the door he was next to began to open. "Now I must be off, other business to attend to."

He began to walk out from the room, Buddy leapt forward and grabbed at the man, he needed to get out, he needed to get back.

"Please no, don't." Tears filled his eyes. "Have mercy!"

"Why?" The doctor simply shook his leg free of Buddy's grip and began to walk through the door. "You never did."

"The barricaded door was busted down by the creature leading the charge, Buddy turned to see a figure wearing a red spandex suit with a stylized I on the chest, he began to scream.

Mr. Death closed the door behind him on the screams, and on Syndrome's well earned eternity.



Buddy Pine, better known as Syndrome, was a man a brilliant as he was entitled. A man who used his inventions, not for others, but solely for himself. He is trapped now in a prison of his own creation, with things of his own creation. He will never leave this place, the white walls and blinding lights shall be his final resting place.

Let the story of his life be a lesson to you, as well as the lesson of his death. Treat others with kindness and respect, and remember to use your gifts for others, and not for your own entitled pride. For you never know when your actions will catch up with you, as they have with Mr. Pine, in that strange and twisted place known...

As you recline in a plush armchair and take in the festive decorations of your meeting room, you reflect back on everything that's happened to you this year. Or perhaps it would be better to say all the things you happened to. You rescued an evil alien scientist and his weird friends in January, you recovered an evil stick in February, you declared a shadow war on an interdimensional lizard wizard in May. You hired four ninja on a whim in April only for two of them to fall in love by September, but not before getting an ominous prophecy from a dead queen in June. In July you discovered flying rock people existed and one of your employees got a new nemesis. In October you fought three witches and bought several magical artifacts and a sandwich. In November you discovered drug dealers in the wasteland and then Xanatos revealed the flying rock people to the entire world. December has been quiet, so far at least, so as Christmas Eve approached you felt the need to celebrate a little.

Your relationship with the holidays is… complicated. After Santa Claus gave you the gift of petty hatred for Christmas, you thought you'd stick to despising it evermore; but the fact that Santa has continued bringing you cool presents every year (and that you have banned the 'Figgy Pudding' song from being sung within a 5-block radius of your office) has mellowed you out a fair bit, and you have to admit it's hard not to get caught up in all that festive cheer, even if only so you can play the scrooge.

Your attempts to literally Play the Scrooge were put to an end when Dennis rocketed into you earlier demanding to know where your nephew was.

A little get together seemed a good way to close out the year and continue bringing the DEI family closer together. And the Doofenshmirtz family too, actually. For the first time literally ever, you have offered and Roger has accepted to join you at a social event. As one of the few events from your childhood not tainted by the actions of your parents, Christmas has always been a bit of a neutral ground for you. He looks a little out of place among your many eclectic employees, so you do your best to give him what you hope is an encouraging smile. You're under few illusions about the many, many other things still wrong with you, but you are happy that this particular chasm has finally been mended. You never thought you'd see the day.

Your employees; friends, really, and that's a strange thought to have; seem to be enjoying themselves. Not everyone could make it, of course. Plenty of people have families they don't despise, others are taking advantage of your generous vacation packages, and a few people are already out of town getting ready for work in the new year. But the party still seems to be a success.

Ludivine and Goofy are regaling Dennis with tales of Donald the Duck's many adventures, most of which seem to end with physical violence or incomprehensible humiliation. Jumba has shown up, dressed as Santa Claus for some reason, and is handing out gift wrapped unstable elements to your guests whenever Pleakly's back is turned. Mirage is quietly sipping something alcoholic, and Phineas and Ferb have brought their entire family to the event. Their sister seems to be glaring at you for some reason.

Alan and Roddy are chatting amiably while heading over to the holiday gift exchange, which has been very successful too. You think even Agent Russ participated; you're not sure, but a present disappeared earlier, to be replaced with a different, slightly larger one, so that was probably him. Even Malifishmirtz is here, gazing longingly at the dessert spread. Now that his castle has been established atop Mt. Doofhawk (You're like, 50% sure on the name), you can use his signet ring to summon him pretty much anywhere in your city for hours at a time.

All in all, it's been a pretty good year. You're not sure what the future holds, but at least tonight will be quiet and relaxing. You grab yourself a mug of Drusselsteinian Feuerzangenbowle and prepare to mingle when you're interrupted by a phone call.

"Heeeeeey." Janna says, sounding slightly out of breath. "So. I've got some good news and some bad news."

You hear roaring in the background.

"Good news? Found Marco. Bad news? Apparently there are more Gargoyles than Xanatos said there were. Oh God!"

You hear the sound of something whooshing through the air directly above where the other end of the call is located, followed by unmistakable sounds of combat coming across the line. "A lot more. I don't know what's going on but they're going for-" You hear something in the background that sounds like fire crackling. "Look, please tell me you have someone else in New York right now?! I could really use- MORE?!? REALLY?!?" You hear spell fire coming from the other end for at least twenty seconds, at the end of which you hear Feldrake say "Sorry, Janna isn't really available to talk right now. If you call again later, WE MIGHT ALL BE DEAD!"

There's a pause, during which you hear something that sounds like a missile impact.

"...Oh, and Merry Christmas."


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Who might be in New York for Janna to call on? Select up to three heroes to send on this quest. Be warned: Any hero sent on this quest must perform a National Action next turn taking place in New York City. If they don't, then whatever action they do take either runs without them or, if it's a personal action, is wasted.

You can choose not to send anyone at all, but the quest will have to make do with whatever's available instead. Up to three heroes might be in New York City.

[ ] Write-In
[ ] Write-In
[ ] Write-In
[ ] Nobody

The following national actions are available. Don't vote for any now, but keep them in mind when you're making your selection.

[ ] Assault a Rival (Factions in New York only)
-[ ] Xanatos
-[ ] The Morganians
-[ ] The Magus Baazar

[ ] Perform Supervillainy

[ ] Reach Out to Magical New York

[ ] Form a Research Agreement with Xanatos

[ ] Try to Collaborate with Xanatos on an Issue

[ ] Infiltrate a Hotspot
-[ ] New York City

Conduct Corporate Espionage
-[ ] Xanatos Enterprises
-[ ] Gen-U-Tech

Janna will be considered the quest leader. There will be a six hour moratorium on voting.