He wasn't kidding.

By the time they left, saying they were overwhelmed would have been the understatement of the century.

The plan in and of itself, was easy enough. However, there was quite a bit of background information none of them had. Dark Link even had to bring the meeting to a brief pause midway through to get a pen and paper.

"Say Dark, can you show me your notes? I'm confused!" the short-haired Zalgoid looked over the short elf's shoulder.

"It's dangerous to go uninformed, take this!" Stripes groaned but did not complain at the teasing tone of the reference as the shortest of the group tossed the pad of paper to her. Upon a single glance, she shoved it back into the black-clad elf's hands.

"Your handwriting is awful!" she groaned, "I can't read any of it!"

"You didn't even try!"

"My eyes would bleed if I did!"

Shadowlurker rolled his eyes. All three of them couldn't get along if their lives depended on it. Then again, chances were high that they would need to...

No, they couldn't be! There was no way that Zalgo would put their lives in a situation where they couldn't handle themselves! He wouldn't do that, he was too good a master to do that to his proxies!

"Ugh, if we're in a position where we're all about to die, I'm not saving you!"

"Why would I need your help?"

"Because we're getting sent to the age of the dinosaurs, and anyone as small and pathetic as you would be like a happy meal to any oncoming predator!"

"Hmph we're about the same size, so you might. Just remember who wiped out several small countries."

Every now and then, Shadowlurker found his train of thought broken by the constant bickering of the other two.

"Guys, stop fighting! Lord Zalgo would never send us to a place with a high chance of mortality if he thought we couldn't handle ourselves! He wouldn't want to see us die!"

Stripes and Dark Link stopped in the middle of the hallway to figuratively die of laughter. For once agreeing on something, Shadowlurker found himself staring at his roommates as they quite literally fell over laughing.

The maroon-haired Zalgoid seemed the most capable of speech through the hysterics, barely choking out a small collection of words (or at least sounds) that Shadowlurker couldn't make out.

He decided it wasn't worth it. After all, neither of them understood and valued Zalgo as fully as the one in the blue face did. Shadowlurker trusted his master. The others, didn't.

"Seriously guys, knock it off!" he physically stepped between them, temporarily forgetting that they were no longer fighting. (It was such a common occurance, it had become a habit)

"Don't we have better things to do?" still no response, "After all, we're meeting with Slender's group tomorrow!"

That shut them up.

"Think about it, we must recruit our worst enemies to help our master expand the reaches of his empire!" Shadowlurker made sure that his fiery passion for serving Zalgo was emphasized in his body language, as he wanted to make sure they felt the same way.

"Y'know, Lurky's onto something."

"THANK YOU!"

"If we're dealing with the Slenderman, chances are high we're going to have to go as Armageddon."

Of course, Stripes didn't care about dealing with Zalgo's enemies. She only cared about their other form. Yes, the three of them had another form. Somehow, Zalgo had found a way to create a sort of fusion between the three of them, which had started being called 'Armageddon'. The three of them sharing a body... while Shadowlurker disliked the action, he did not argue or disagree with his master. After all, it was evidently beneficial in the long run, as it was an initiative made by Zalgo, the single greatest being of all time...

"Well arguing isn't going to help! We have maybe twelve hours to prepare for the worst, and Zalgo-only-knows how long until we're sent back to the age of the dinosaurs!"