[ WP ] `` Sorry , but ... you 're actually NOT the Chosen One . ''

`` No! NONONONONONONO'' Vlad the Indescribable stomped his feet childishly, moving around the room in a huff, `` How did they find the chosen one so quickly? The one person who could foil all my plans and make it so that I could n't take over the entire world.'' 
 
 I cut him off, `` The entire world?'' 
 
 `` Literally yes! Do you know how much money is in the entire world?'' 
 
 `` No..'' 
 
 `` IT DOES N'T MATTER IF YOU OWN EVERYTHING'' He screamed before lying down on the floor, `` dozens of years of planning down the drain because of some stupid prophecy that somebody wrote while three miles into the bottom of the glass.'' 
 
 `` Oh man, I did n't mean to ruin so much by existing.'' I sulked over to him, holding out a hand to help him off the ground. 
 
 `` Whatever man, it always happens. Every single person that tries to take over the world gets foiled by some sort of chosen one,'' Vlad looked down at the floor, keeping his eyes from meeting mine as he took my hand and stood up, `` it's like they just pull them out of thin air or something.'' 
 
 `` Look, I really feel bad about this,'' I wrapped an arm around him, `` I've only been training for three months and you were working on this for years, I do n't feel like that's fair.'' 
 
 `` It's not,'' he reached down and removed the gun from his belt, `` but you're from West Philadelphia,'' 
 
 I cut him off, `` Born and raised. 
 
 Vlad stopped his moaning for a moment, the gears in his head spinning as he thought over everything he had been told about the chosen one, `` Those fuckers,'' he began, shoving me away, `` You're not a chosen one, they thought I would have never watched the Fresh Prince of Bell Air?'' 
 
 `` I do n't think that's how it's spelled.'' 
 
 `` Um, how can you tell how I spell things?'' 
 
 `` No idea.'' 
 
 `` Well then why would you,'' he paused, `` Do n't change the subject.'' 
 
 `` Sorry.'' 
 
 `` Look, if the Fresh Prince is what they were using as the prophecy, then you're just here to trick me into giving up.So that I would n't take over the world, even though there is n't a prophet.'' 
 
 `` I mean, no.'' I lied. 
 
 `` So then,'' he took several steps away from me, returning to his chair across the room and taking a seat, looking back at me with one eyebrow raised, `` let's try this again.'' 
 
 The lights shut off, the room now only being lit by torchlight, flickering across the imposing form across the room, Vlad the Indescribable, `` You've come to challenge me?'' 
 
 I did n't respond, I was too busy trying to slip out the back door.
