I don't own any of it. If I did, there would've been another season.

High pitched squeaks filled the darkness. The smell of rotten sewage was distinctly in the air, and the only light was coming from the dimming lights used once in a blue moon by the sewage clean-up crew. At first look, this wouldn't be anyone's choice hideout. However, as we all know, looks are extremely deceiving. Now, how could a sewage pipe be deceiving? It is just a sewage pipe.

Well, the sewage pipe wasn't necessarily deceiving. What was running in its walls, however, is a different story.

At this moment, in a secret corridor behind these rusty old pipes, were several figures, all speaking to each other.

"The child has bothered me for too long! He thinks he may beat me just because of a stupid puzzle! What I wouldn't give for him to unwillingly hurt his friends, and to be watching it himself!"

"He should be under my control! We should be ruling my dimension right now!"

"The original number has procrastinated too long! Him and his host should be mine!"

These figures, all covered in black cloaks, stated their personal headaches with much chagrin. All of them had the same problem. One kid and his friends had decided to ruin their delicate and precise plans.

As all of the figures were complaining, one more cloaked figure entered.

"About time you got here."

'Yeah, we've all had to go to great lengths to come to this place of yours, and you just happen to be late."

"I agree, It has cost me much to be here for this small amount of time."

The newest arrival just laughed. "Trust me, what I am about to share with you will be worth your time."

The others, which were not human by any means, looked at one another curiously. This man, the closest to human thing they have, had called them here under one request.

Revenge.

However, being late to this kind of meeting was not the way to give a good first impression. Considering that most of the occupants were from another time anyways, this had better be good. Otherwise, this man would probably not live to see the next 120 seconds of his life.

"Well, would you like to tell us your brilliant plan of revenge that we all traveled so far to see?"

"Yes, because we have tried to kill, maim, injure, control, and whatever else you can think of to these people, but somehow, they keep coming back."

The figure laughed again. "Don't worry, I assure you. My plan is foolproof, as long as you do exactly as I say. Otherwise, you will fail."

"Well, we can't really do what you say if you haven't told us."

"Yes, I guess you're right. Let's begin."

All of the men from earlier sit down around a shabby table, while the last arrival laid his suitcase on the table, and showed them what was inside.

"What in the name -!"
"How did you-!"

"What is the meaning of this!"

"Calm down. Let me explain. The rodents which have been….plaguing you lately are your main problems. You can't kill them, for that will just make their friends and fans destroy you. You can't injure them, for they'll come back from that. You have tried to control them, however. Unfortunately, none of your attempts have been fruitful. My idea is another attempt at the last one."

" I can understand that after many failed attempts at this, you may be skeptical. I can assure you, that this plan will work, however. These," He gestures to the suitcase," are of my own design. Place them in your problem's deck, and once they summon it, they are under your control. As long as you have the original, they won't be able to leave your side."

"What do you think?"

"This is quite interesting. How do they work?"

"They all say they have bonds to the original cards. When there is a bond between the fake and the real card, the controller of the real card basically controls that bond."

"Huh, how ironic. The "Bonds of Friendship" that they all enjoy telling us about will be their undoing."

"What about the friends, though? How do we get rid of them?"

"Make sure to remind them that the wonderful heroes don't really have any choice. Stopping them will be a piece of cake."

"This is quite impressive. I will definitely try it."

"As will I."

"This is perfect revenge!"

" I am glad that you all believe so. Now, for the plan. Grab your cards!"

"This is quiet ingenious, Sayer." One said as he picked up the Number 39 card.

"Yes, I agree." One said as admiring the fake Neos.

"This is the perfect revenge! Don't you believe so, Supreme King!" The white haired thief said as he grabbed Dark Magician.

"Of course it is, Yami Bakura. I made it." Taking off his hood, The red haired man said as he picked up the Stardust Dragon, with an insane look.

"Yusei, you will give my revenge for me, and against your will."

" Let us begin planning, then."