[ WP ] You are a supervillain named The Keymaster . Instead of creating grand plans to conquer the world , all you do is run around and free other captured supervillains from prison , after the superheroes defeat them .

`` Here's you lunch, Commander!'' 
 
 Said the security guard, tossing a tray full of grey paste into the nearby cell. The prisoner that resided lay upright on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Yet another Super Villain caught by a Super Hero. 
 
 `` You'll be wanting some sauce with that, am I right!?'' 
 
 Yelled the guard as he waddled away down the corridor, laughing boisterously as he turned to meet his colleagues in the office/poker room. 
 
 `` When I get outta here fatty, you'll be eating those words'' 
 Whispered Commander, sighing as he watched the grey gunk pulsate on the plastic tray. `` Food like that should never move'' he thought, `` and it especially should n't be doing that''. He threw a nearby book at the tray hoping the food would scurry away to disgust some other poor soul, because he sure as hell was n't going to eat it. 
 Suddenly the cell began to vibrate. The tray on the floor, the bed, the shelves, everything began to move and shake. The Commander covered his eyes as sparks began to flash in the middle of the cell, and a blinding light followed from an opening in thin air. The light grew brighter as the opening grew wider and a loud creaking noise followed, echoing down the corridor. The light subsided and a tall figure caped and clad in majestic armor, stepped out of the opening. A wave of his hand caused the creaking to start again, before thuddng as the opening closed itself. The figure stood up straight and his eyes glowed a bright blue through his helmet visor. 
 
 `` Greetings fellow Villain!'' Bellowed the strange figure, `` fear not, for I am your salvation!'' 
 
 The Commander stared in awe at this strange being who materialised before him, hundreds of questions flooding his mind, but no words could escape his mouth. 
 
 `` I see you are in need of answers'' said the knight `` well I shall give you 3 questions so be quick about it, I have n't got all day'' 
 
 The Commander snapped out of his trance began to stutter. 
 
 `` Er -- erm well. I-I-I guess my first question is how the hell did you get in here!?'' Asked the Commander, now rising from his bed. 
 `` Oh, I was n't expecting that question first, but very well!'' Said the knight, holding out his armored hand to demonstrate. `` That was what I like to call my Doorway. I can create small doorways from one place to another'' he said, creating a small portal in the space above his palm, complete with creak and light, like a door opening into nothingness. `` I simply opened a door from my lair to here, and we'll here I am. Please do not ask me how it's done. I have neither the time nor the patience to explain the power to every villain I free'' 
 
 `` Free!?'' Quizzed the Commander, his eyes widening in excitement 
 
 `` Okay! Second question! That's right, I'm here to free you, you poor sad man!'' The figure laughed, brushing aside his tattered cape and revealing a large leather-bound book. The book appeared to be old but upon close inspection, it was just made to look old. He opened the book and cleared his throat. `` Now then, you are The Con --'' 
 
 `` Wait wait wait, who the hell are you?'' Interrupted the Commander 
 
 `` Oh, okay then, third question it is.'' He answered closing the book again. I, dear boy, am the Keymaster! Master of Locks! Conjurer of Doors! And the KEY to the victory of the Villains in this city!'' He opened the book once more, this time equipping a pair of reading glasses in front of his visor, and reading from it nonchalantly. `` Ahem! Now then, you are The Condiment Commander, correct? You were attempting to rob a safety deposit bank on the 18th of July, exclaiming that the law would never, and I quote, Ketchup with you, when you were foiled by leader of the Solar Squadron: Final Flare. That right?'' 
 
 ``...... yes'' admitted The Condiment Commander, begrudgingly. 
 
 `` Right then!'' Said the Keymaster, slamming the book shut and taking his glasses off, `` well despite your below-average evil-doing success rate, and your ranking in the Villain's guild database, I have a feeling that the villains of this city will still need your unique......... skills? During the final face off with the heroes that plague this wretched place. Do n't you want to even the score with that Final Flare. This is your chance, boy!'' 
 
 `` Final face off? Even the score? The heck are you talking about?'' Questioned The Commander 
 
 `` I'm sorry but all three questions have been answered, but do n't worry all will be explained once the villains have all gathered'' he waved his gauntlets over the Commander's cuffs, opening them with ease, then with another wave opened up a portal. `` Now come along, my time is precious. I still have to rescue that bone-head Bullserker, and that god-awful woman Typhoonia or whatever she's calling herself now'' 
 
 As they both stepped into the Portal, the final loud creak echoed once again through the halls, overlapping the footsteps of the guards running to the disturbance, and a flash of light covered the cell. Condiment Commander had escaped once again.
