PREVIOUSLY ON PROTOCOL TRON

"I'm just hanging around." Tron spoke over the phone, keeping himself from falling out of the burning building. "A helicopter crashed into me and I'm about to fall to my death."

Back at the Division Headquarters, the Director briefed Tron. "Hokkaido, Japan..."

A panoramic view of the underground Pioneer base is shown as the Director speaks. "We have intel of a virus stirring in a lab someplace that we cannot directly pinpoint."

Tron runs past an airport during an explosion and kicks a girl into the ceiling while Cuntfield's voice speaks in his mind. "The virus is capable of turning its subjects into the undead."

"It's Tron'in time." Tron says, as the next shot shows him driving a motorcycle towards the Pioneer base.

Tron is tragically shot in the head by Ben. Jax and Nova examine his body. Jax is confused. "This makes no sense." The name Cyber Guy is shown. "Did we just kill the main character?"

"Shut down all-"

Fast forwarding...

High-pitched chipmunk noises ensue as the next 15 chapters are briefly sped through...

"Tron's coming back, and nothing's starting to make sense anymore!" The Director screamed.

Agent Tron Dunce stood up. "Yo, I'm back!" He was immediately shot in the head.

Tron fucking died again lmfao.

Tron died again lmfao.

Tron died again.

Tron again.

Tron.

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Kent and Trin were wrestled to the ground by the surrounding agents.

Because of the Director's interference, every single agent lost their gun due to an unforeseen glitch in the matrix. Unable to shoot their foes, they resorted to physical combat.

Now that both the Director and Trin were apprehended, they were immediately handcuffed. Rather than being dragged inside, they were held in place as their attention turned towards the metallic coffin out in the desert. One agent held a microphone, preparing another speech.

"So uh, Tron died again." He started, scratching his head in the process. "But that's cool because the machine is still working lmao. Did you really think it would lose power after one revival? We built this thing out of multiple nokia phones, this thing's battery is nearly infinite. So let's just put Tron back into it again."

The two traitors watched in defeat, unable to resist and break out of their confinements. No more glitches could prevent the inevitable from occurring. So they witnessed the fallen agent's body get dumped back inside the machine as the lid was sealed.

A countdown started again, and the coffin hummed. Ten seconds passed, and it finally happened.

The lid flew open, and Agent Tron Dun

"Alright, nobody fucking shoot me!" Tron interrupted the last sentence as he stood and screamed at everyone. "This shit is getting repetitive and is quite frankly annoying the hell out of me! We cool now? Ok? Good. Anyways... yo I'm back!"

He was met with a loud round of applause as all the agents proudly clapped their hands. They all watched as Tron stepped out of the coffin and pulled a cool pair of shades from his pockets and wore it. A symphony orchestra was on standby in the background, providing a loud and badass tune of epicness that fits Tron's theme.

Walking directly towards the two traitors, Tron stopped to look at them. He took his shades off in disbelief, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Trin, I kinda expected this from you, not gonna lie. But you too, Director? Not cool bro."

Tron walked off, allowing the other agents to drag the two prisoners inside the base / hotel. Kent tried to whisper to Trin as they were escorted inside. "What do we do now?"

"You're the Director, you tell me." Her response gave him a slight sense of dread, fearing what was in store for them.

Suddenly, Tron ahead of them had stopped advancing as he grabbed a bluetooth microphone from nowhere and spoke loudly for everyone to hear him. "Alright bitches, no more wasting time. I've got a personal vendetta against some guys for having me miss out on like 90% of my own book, so we're going to go kick some ass right now. I don't care if y'all had a climactic battle in the last few chapters, let's just kick ass in general."

"How the hell does he know about the book or what even happened during his death?" The confused Director kept darting his eyes towards Trin, hoping to make any sense from this situation. Alas, even she was dumbfounded. They just had to watch as every agent surrounding them started running in all directions.

The man, the myth, the legend; TRON just stood there and admired his clones taking action. Everyone had unanimously agreed telepathically that Tron should be their leader. In fact, he should very well be The New Director. Ah, I said it! I said the thing! That's the name of the chapter!

Tron somehow started levitating as a massive gust of wind rushed into the room. He was growing more powerful. "The past couple of chapters have been depressing bullcrap that nobody cares about! People came here for the comedy, for the action, for the explosions, for the random movie references... people came here for ME!!! We stand here amidst my achievements, not yours!"

His speech loudened if that's even a real word. Random orchestral music in the background grew so epicly, that the hotel's windows shattered worse than the warehouse in the Spongebob episode 'Band Geeks'.

"Y'all were having dumb political debates and sob stories over failing marriages or whatever, I was kinda zoning out the last few chapters lol. But no more! Get your guns and explosives ready, bring out those comically large spoons and bring your other stolen weapons from other movies, television shows and video games because we're ending this book with a bang!"

Kent and Trin looked back at each other, suddenly realizing they were no longer being held captive. Every single agent was running around in circles, trying to look like they're doing something important. Tron's speech captivated all of them to the point they forgot about their prisoners.

Trin slowly took a few steps to the side, hoping to approach the closest door that leads to their secret laboratory. Kent noticed her, joining her and keeping caution. But nobody stopped them. The hotel lobby was just filled with too much anarchy for anyone to notice them. Tron was still hovering in the air with his arms spread to either side. All the agents were just stampeding like crazy as a few did random backflips and other gymnastics for no reason. A fucking monkey with an AK-47 even showed up out of nowhere to open fire into the ceiling during the speech. The orchestral music turned into the super long and straight up fire guitar solo from Free Bird just blasting on full volume, my fucking ears! Why is my Spotify so loud? 

Director Tron snapped his fingers and instead of half of the agents around him turning into dust, they just randomly combusted into multiple gigantic mega-nuclear explosions. But just like in the cartoons, everyone was perfectly fine and just had their heads painted black. BLACK FACE! RACISM!!!!

"Fuck you Wattpad! You can't ban my shiny white ass with your new strict guidelines!" Tron kept screaming randomly. That was literally it. Like, I'm running out of things to say to describe the chaos. I'm sure you get it by now lol.

Both Trin and the former Director, Kent, reached the closest door and pushed it to enter a hallway. Remember they're still handcuffed, so we'll pretend the door was already slightly cracked open to begin with. Kent tried to grab the door handle with his arms handcuffed behind his back and managed to close it. Once he did, everything became quiet.

Peace at last. I can now switch the music in my Spotify to something more relaxing. True story here, yesterday I spoke to an author irl and she said she doesn't listen to music while writing. It distracts her apparently, so she only writes in absolute quietness. I'm like... wtf? I need music blasting my ears in order to write, but obviously this differs for all authors.

"Anyways, before we can begin thinking of an escape plan, there's something important we have to do." Kent said to Trin, staring right at her for a second. She nodded her head.

Suddenly, they both smiled and faced forward as they chanted in unison. "Happy Birthday Cyber!"

Awwwww! Thank you guys! Yes, I'm writing this particular sentence on April 19th, which is my birthday. So nice of you to remember that. I really appreciate it. I'll make sure to never edit this section so it stays exactly the same as I have written it now. Fuck you if there's grammar mistakes, don't ruin my birthday you cunt.

After that nice surprise, the escaped fugitives continued to run down the corridor before stumbling into another person when turning a corner. DUN DUN DUN.... it's Ben.

"Who the hell are you?" Kent asked, keeping his guard up.

Ben was armed with a pistol that he managed to find, so he wasted no time in aiming it forward and taking a step back. "What? You don't remember? You guys were torturing me and interrogating me barely thirty minutes ago!"

Kent and Trin both shared a look with each other before the former Director spoke on their behalf. "I'll be honest, this chapter took so long to release that I kinda forgot what happened. You say thirty minutes ago, but it's felt like thirty weeks lol. Besides, aren't you like a side character? All I know is myself, Trin, Tron, Ebon-"

"Alright just stop talking!" Ben was visibly frustrated, his hands shaking as he anxiously tried to stabilize the gun in his hand. "Get me out of here safely, or I'll shoot!"

"Are you fucking retarded, mate?" Kent didn't hesitate in asking, twisting his body to show Ben his handcuffs. "We're trying to escape too. Also, quit the tough act. You're technically a good guy. Good guys don't shoot prisoners in the head, even if I was the antagonist for most of this book."

Meanwhile, Trin sighed. She took a few steps forward right when Ben was about to speak. Before he could react, she suddenly sprinted forward while keeping her head down. She rammed directly into him, shoving him to the back wall as he dropped his gun.

With the gun falling to the floor, Trin followed it. She dove to the ground and used her cuffed hands to grab a hold of it and roll over. "Kent! Get down and put your hands up!"

He immediately dropped to the floor as instructed and raised his cuffed hands. He's not going to risk asking questions now. Trin tried to squint her eyes and aim while her hands were still behind her back. She was getting frustrated, so she decided to go for it.

She repeatedly pulled the trigger, firing multiple rounds aimed to shoot off Kent's cuffs. One of the bullets struck the handcuffs, causing Kent to finally free his hands. Then, another bullet grazed one of his arms.

"AHH, BLOODY FUCKING CUNT BISCUITS!" In proper Aussie form, Kent released his frustration in the most appropriate and mature language possible in accordance to his ethnicity.

Trin rolled the gun over to him and raised her arms backwards for him to free her. But Kent just picked it up and aimed for her arm. Rather than shooting her cuffs off, he wanted revenge for his wounded arm. Trin however noticed the anger in his eyes and shifted her arms quickly right when he pulled the trigger. Instead of shooting her arms, the bullet struck her cuffs and freed her arms in the process.

Did you see how many times I wrote the word 'arms' in that paragraph? It's starting to sound wrong, like a made-up word. Arm arm arm arm arm arm arm arm arm arm arm arm arm. Even the spelling looks wrong.

Anyways, she freaking side-swiped one of her legs and knocked down Kent. Badass move right there. Poor Kent fell on his butt and dropped the gun, allowing Trin to grab a hold of it and stand back up. "Sorry about the arm Kent, I'll bandage it later."

Without wasting time, she grabbed Kent by his other arm and pulled him up to his feet. Just as they were finally ready to continue whatever the hell their plan was, they noticed something slightly unusual. They were alone.

"Oh crap, where'd that kid go?" Kent turned around and looked in 359 degrees but couldn't find that one side character, what's his name... oh right, Ben.

"There!" Trin pointed towards the end of the hallway and there he was. How did Kent not see him earlier? I don't know but isn't it stupid how some movies make certain characters blind only for one person to scream 'there' and point towards the bad guy narrowly making an escape? Like, use your eyes man. It's not hard.

Trin raised the gun and pulled the trigger to fire a warning shot, but the pistol was out of ammo. That's right, this isn't the sort of story where guns have infinite ammo. This is the real world with real world consequences. So she sprinted forward with Kent following along.

Bashing through the door at the end of the hallway, they found themselves outside again. Don't ask how this hotel is structured, I don't know either man I'm just writing what's happening lol.

Both escapees looked around for Ben, unable to find him in the barren wasteland that is the Australian outback. Kent needed help finding him, so he did the only thing he could do. He turned around to face YOU, the reader, staring directly into your soul as he began speaking.

"Can you help us find Ben? You will? Excelente!" He said the last word in Spanish for some reason.

You slowly move your cursor towards a nearby cactus in the distance and click.

"Is this Ben? No, that's not right. Let's try again!"

You slowly move your cursor towards a random cloud in the sky and click.

"Is this Ben? Oh no! He's not there either. Let's try again!"

You slowly move your cursor towards a massive hovering Galactic Imperial Star Destroyer and click.

Is this Ben? Hmm, it looks like Ben isn't there. Let's try ag- wait what the fuck?"

Kent retracted his last statement as he looked towards the sky at the Star Destroyer. Even Trin was mesmerized by the scene. Of all the things in the world, this was the last thing on their mind to see floating in the sky. It towered above them, rendering them as microscopic ants in comparison to the gigantic intergalactic engineering.

"Damn you Tron!" Kent screamed into the air, still taken back by the sheer force of the Destroyer. "Because of your return, nothing makes sense anymore! Why was I asking a non-existent audience to look for someone like I'm Dora the Hispanic Explorer?"

Trin corrected him. "Director, you already stated this in the past chapter."

"I know, I'm just reminding the readers because they might be stupid and very forgetful. Also, since when have you ever broken the 4th wall like that?"

Rather than answering back, she focused her attention back to the Destroyer. The truth is, they were waiting for an explanation as to why it's there. But why wait for that when I can just straight up tell you? Yeah, I was too lazy to try and write some sort of unique ship for the agents to fly in. So I sto- I mean borrowed this from Star Wars. Lol.

Conveniently, Tron was inside giving another speech. Rather than switching the POV over to him, he was luckily speaking so freaking loud, that our brave heroes outside can hear him and learn how the story is continuing to progress.

"Our next stop is in Paarnakajiit oh crap I copy and pasted this from google and now it's really big."

Tron corrected himself, lowering the font size. I don't know why this happened lol, I didn't even know this was possible. Can you even see it? I went into preview mode and the text appeared normal. Hold on lemme take a screenshot.

Now that's Inception right there. Oh yeah, anyways, Tron continued his speech. "I had to copy and paste that because I can't remember how to spell that town's name or whatever it is. But yeah, that's where we're going. The Pioneers are gonna pay for what they did to me! I was violated! In fact, I'm joining the #MeToo movement... wait no that's not a thing anymore, is it? Damn how long was I dead for lmao."

After a brief pause, he started talking again. "Ok so I just looked it up on my phone, the #MeToo movement isn't really dead. It's still going for some reason but it's just not as loud as it used to be. Fuck I'm old. I blame feminism. Anyways, we're going to Greenland and we're shooting everyone in the head as payback! Do all the coolest things imaginable. Crash motorcycles, do backflips, blow shit up, hijack planes, hulk smash and stomp on sorry asses man! Just destroy literally everything you come across! We're setting this world on fire! Let's go babyyyyyyyyy WOOOOOOOOOOO LUDICROUS SPEED!!!!!!!"

The Star Destroyer suddenly started to flash every color of the rainbow from the inside. The Swedish song Caramalldansen was blasting on full volume from the inside as the high pitched singing of anime girls echoed throughout the air in a muffled tone.

Kent and Trin were left standing in the desert, watching helplessly as the Destroyer zipped through the air and disappeared from view. The former Director just sighed. "Well, I guess that's it then. Might as well roll credits now, we don't need to see how this battle is going to play out, Tron wins."

Suddenly, a nearby bush rustled. As they both turned to face it, they spotted a guy with blond hair trying to run away. Uhh, I think his name was Ron? No wait, Ben. That's right. Ben was running away!

"No point in running, kid!" Trin shouted after him. "It's over."

Ben tried to catch his breath after running for so long today. "Just leave me alone!"

"Oh sure, by all means we'll leave you alone then. Good luck finding civilization anywhere in this God forsaken outback before you die from a heatstroke." She tossed her unloaded gun aside as she turned her attention back to the former Director.

Kent raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at me for? I don't want to deal with him. He's my least favorite character in the book."

"Forget him, we need to do something about all of this."

"And what exactly do you reckon we should do?"

Once he asked that question, the music in my Spotify changed and darkened suddenly with an emotional rhythm. The comedy is drifting away at this very moment as Trin stares back at him. She's had ideas for a while now on what must be done. It seems now is the perfect opportunity to speak her mind.

"I think it's time for the Division to end." She spoke without hesitation, maintaining a somber look on her face as the sunlight reflected off her dark brown eyes. "Tron goes down, and the Division must fall with him. And it's not just them. The Pioneers and Infernals must meet their demise too. Every organization that has sprouted from the Division must be destroyed once and for all."

Kent could tell she was serious about it. Nothing in the way she spoke sounded like a joke. The time for that was over. "It's just us now, Trinity. I've grown old, and you going to war alone is suicide. No matter what you're capable of, this is not something you can accomplish alone."

"If you won't help me, then at least I can die trying." She turned around and was ready to walk off, but Kent spoke back to her.

"Say you complete your mission and everyone falls; what will you do then? What's the endgame for us?"

She stood perfectly still, feeling her long blonde hair rustle in the wind. Slightly looking back at him, she knew just how to respond. "With all the organizations gone, there'll be money in it for the both of us. Enough money for us to go our separate ways permanently and retire. Whether you want to buy yourself a mansion and find someone to spend the rest of your life with, that's up to you. But I'm done with this line of work. I'll take my share and disappear from the face of this planet."

Finally, she walked away, keeping her chin raised. Just as Kent processed what she said, he heard her call out to him again.

"Now come on. You can help me find a way out of here or you can rot here alone."

He sighed to himself, knowing very well that this wasn't going to end well. Not for him, not for her, and not for anyone.

With no certainty left anymore, fate was left in the hands of one being. That's the secret they weren't aware of.

Trin, Kent, Ben and even Tron had no idea they were being observed all this time.

They're in for quite the ride ahead.