For the sake of having good guys try to be recruited by Tac, i'll just say that this is set in a parrellel universe of something like that
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On the dark regions of the farm, a lone tool shed stood. Its appearance was those of ones which looked like it had seen better days, despite no possible believe that you would want to go into this tool shed, it wasn’t quite so empty.
Within it, you wouldn’t believe it was the same shed you saw on the outside, the walls were lined in perfect proportions, the floors looked clean and polished almost enough to eat your dinner of it and on each table and shelf, a long line of beakers and phials stood, each filled with liquids that dance with whole many different colours.
On a small bench leading up to one of the tables, three dogs stood, judging by there rather spotty appearance, you can guess they were Dalmatian. One of them had both black ears which matched the shade of his eyes and on his back, a pattern which looked like a criss-cross pattern. The female to the other side of him was a little pudgier than the rest of them; one of her ears was black while on the other one a spot that took the shape of some sort of music note or something like that and over her left eye, a thin layer of black fur cover around like a ink stain.
The leading of this trio though was a tad bit on the small side. His spot pattern was nothing special except when it came to the spots around his eyes. The one around his right eye, the shape of what seems to be an O takes form while on the other side, the shape of an X can be clearly made out.
They all looked down at a small pup on the floor; his ears were both black with the minor exception of having 3 white spots on their right side and on their back laid the shape of some sort of blob that had arms and legs.
“Alright then Clayton…” the one with the O & the X started “…You are here because you are interest in joining me…tell us, What've you got?"
Clayton sat down in the spot light. He was about to do something that Lucky and that gang of his had told him not to…he was making contact with Tac, or as Lucky called him once, breath mint boy.
He spoke up “Alright Tac.” He began “My name is Clayton and I’m interest in joining this team of yours. I’m ever so good at maths, science and am a wizard on the computer, but what really makes me interest in joining is; I’m just so fed up with Lucky.”
He started a rant “Ever since I first joined this family, I haven’t been able to go 10 seconds without hearing about Lucky.
‘Luckys asked me to the dance’ ‘Lucky’s built a plane’ ‘Lucky’s running for Mayor’ ‘Lucky’s off to stop Cruella again’ , I even once over heard Roger saying to Lucky once, that he was the favourite. I thought families weren’t supposed to have favourites! And I’m pretty sure that’s the reason he thinks he’s so invincible, because he’s everyone’s favourite!”
He growled for a few seconds before continuing.
“I once heard of this thing, they called it Background Pup Syndrome, BPS for short. They said, its main victims consisted of those who have to sit and watch the world go by, ones who have to sit through an entire game in the side bench, without getting noticed whatsoever as if they were made out Cellophane, and nearly 99% of all the pups on this farm suffer it. Why do you think they do? It’s because since they’re so use to it, they’ll let Lucky sort all our problems out.
‘The farms on fire!’ ‘Don’t worry, Lucky will care of it.’And soon afterwards, he expects us to grovel at his feet and worship him as if he’s our god. Well News Flash! He’s Not!
Plus try asking for help from him while watching TV. You can just burn and leave a decaying corpse for all he cares, nothings going to come between him and his precious Thunderbolt.”
He started his closing statement.
"I want to show the world, that he’s not the only pup in existence, other pups do have a voice, we can stand up, we can speak out loud and say ‘Lucky, sit down and leave this to me’. The smallest pups can do the biggest things. And once more, I want to show Lucky, that he isn’t, quite so, lucky."