The air hung heavy with the scent of victory. Gru, triumphant after his epic showdown with Vector, strode back towards his beloved lair, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. As he rounded the corner, however, his smile dissolved into a grimace. His house, once a proud monument to villainy, was now a smoldering ruin. A plume of smoke curled lazily into the sky, punctuated by the faint sound of crackling flames.
Rage, pure and primal, coursed through Gru's veins. He hadn't even had time to celebrate his win before this… this… *insult* had occurred. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a single, half-melted rocket booster embedded in the debris. This wasn't just any random act of vandalism; this was a calculated attack, a declaration of war.
His gaze landed on a crumpled, half-burned note clutched in the ash. It was a simple message, a chilling reminder of the man responsible: 'Call of Gruty II: Return to castle Foap.'
The name Foap, or as he preferred, Ghost, burned itself into Gru's memory. This was no ordinary villain. This was a master of chaos, a phantom who had haunted Gru's nightmares for years. Now he knew why.
With renewed determination, Gru set his sights on Foap's infamous stronghold, 'Castle Foap.' A grim fortress, its stone walls etched with the scars of countless battles, it sat perched atop a mountain, overlooking the city like a demonic eye.
The air around the castle was thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the rhythmic thump of Gru's footsteps as he approached. The entrance was guarded by a grotesque army: hundreds of red Among Us crewmates, each armed with an unsettlingly familiar AK47, their black eyes burning with a chilling, manic intensity.
Gru's eyes narrowed. This was no ordinary army; this was a force born of madness and fueled by an obsession with chaos. Each fallen crewmate, each shattered weapon, whispered a chilling tale of Foap's twisted genius.
He fought his way through the ranks, his Minions by his side, their adorable faces contorted in expressions of focused fury. He dodged lasers, deflected bullets, and hurled his trusty freeze ray to chill the blood of the possessed crewmates. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and burnt flesh, a testament to the ferocity of the battle.
Finally, he stood before the imposing doors of the castle, the symbol of Foap's twisted reign. With a roar, he slammed his fist against the heavy oak, and the doors burst open.
Foap lost it and died. the end.