Ring Around the Rosie, Diesea's Full of Bodies

About a hundred miles south west of Frikendoor, there lies another city, Diesea.

If you were to compare the two, it would be as if Frikendoor was a concrete box, and Diesea, a computer chip. While Frikendoor had the capability of technology, most of its citizens had rejected the notion, preferring overgrown plants amongst the the actual concrete and brick buildings of the city. Diesea, however, THRIVED in the technological advancements of the new era. The variances in the lights and colors and holograms, were a constant distraction to its inhabitants. But they didn't care, every single new thing, hoverboards, lasers, flying cars, floating buildings, gadgets, and so much more, the citizens of Diesea accepted with open minds and arms. The more lights and colors there were, the sky began to look darker and darker, a darkness that only enhanced the view of the plethora of neon lights that flooded the cities streets. The citizens didn't even notice, enamoured by the pretty lights reflecting off the streets, ignoring the dead body that was lying only a few hundred feet from where they stood.

This is partially why the branch of the West Ridge mafia had no trouble taking over the underground. The entire city was reminiscent of an overpriced, exclusive nightclub that was definitely selling drugs to keep afloat. When everything looks shady, shady is normal, and so the West Ridge South branch thrived in Diesea.

"Boss, we gotta get the new weapons back to Frikendoor before Siren gets suspicious."

The boss laughed as he took a puff of his cigar.

"Let them get suspicious, Steven's harmless, and Dire wouldn't know what to do with these weapons even if she tried."

"But Boss-"

"QUIET, mouse, unless you want your head to be my new decoration."

"Yes, sir."

Back in Frikendoor, it was growing to be night time, and after today's long day of rewinding rooms to get rid of evidence, Dire could not wait to get back to the deep recesses of "A Flower A Day" flower shop. Steven had promised to spend some time with her, and among the numerous positives that came with being the head of the Mafia's fianceé, the lowest layer of the flower shop was one of the best. It's where a majority of the Mafia's dealings took place, including communicating with the sister branch over in Diesea. But, while the other members of the West Ridge Mafia were not present, the room could be converted into a personal theater room for the couple.

"Well, hello darling, I've missed you today," Steven smiles as he kisses Dire's forehead.

"I've missed you to, cleaning up after your henchmen isn't any fun without you there threatening murder for being so sloppy. Seriously, when will they learn how to minimize the blood spatter." Dire grumbles as she leans into Steven's frame.

"With time, my love, not everyone in this Mafia can kill without a trace."

"So which film should we watch tonight?"

"Hmmm I was thinking, "The West Ridge South base security cameras" what about you?"

"I knew that there was something fishy about that guy, let's watch."

"...--Steven's harmless, and Dire wouldn't know what to do with these weapons even if she tried."

Dire looks at Steven, who is growing visibly angry at the conversation between the leader and the henchman. But his face relaxes, and after a breath,

"Interesting. Darling, I think it's time for a trip down to Diesea, this rat needs a lesson in the art of "Don't piss off the Mafia boss"."

"Should I bring the flamethrower?"

"No, I'll use the plasma powers from the last hero I killed. He doesn't even deserve to be fertilizer."

"Agreed, let's go."

It was 11:33 at night in Diesea when all its citizens heard a loud crash. Some went back to sleep, uncaring. Some rushed to the window to check and see what was happening, but the sky was too dark, the neon lights below a majority of the floating buildings too bright to make out any details, leaving the heights of the buildings in a deep shadow.

In the depths of a nearby alleyway, there sat a pile of charred dust, and a ring of flower petals, coming from flowers such as monkshood, red dahlia, and narcissus, sending the message to "Beware the egotism that leads to betrayal".

There it stays, Diesea's inhabitants blissfully unaware, distracted by their pretty lights.

Left there for a poor soul to find it.

Not that they ever will.