[ WP ] A boy with a plastic shovel goes digging for dinosaur bones , instead , he unearths an ancient evil . What happens ?

I looked down at the insignificant mortal beneath me. It was sitting at the base of my form, dressed in colored cloth, next to a couple of brightly colored utensils. One for digging, and another for holding. He tried to say something, but since it made no sense, I deduced that it was defective, and decided to squash it. So I did. But it did not squash. So I squashed it again. And again. And another few hundred times in quick succession. But It would now squish. So I tried to communicate with it, dipping into it's thought, so as to understand it's soundspeech. 
 
 `` Small Alive thing. What are you that I can not squish you?'' 
 
 `` My name's Bruce Wayne, but all my friends just call me Bruce.'' 
 
 `` What is a Brueswayne?' 
 
 `` That's me. It's my name.'' 
 
 `` What is the name of your species?'' 
 
 `` What's a species?'' 
 
 `` I think that you are useless. Therefore, I shall squash you again.'' 
 
 `` You use a lot of big words mister. Are you an alien?'' 
 
 `` What is an alien?'' 
 
 The small `` Brueswain'' stood up and put his manipulative appendages near his head said, `` They're these things that come from outer space and have these things and do this.'' then he proceeded to maneuver in circular patterns, whilst making noises that sounded like Bip and Buhp, and demanding to be taken to my leader. 
 
 `` I can not understand your Bipping, nor your Buhpping. Neither can I take you to my leader. I think I killed him.'' 
 
 `` That was n't very nice.'' said the Brueswain, jabbing me with his movement appendages, `` You should apologize.'' 
 
 `` I will squish you again if you do not desist from attacking me mortal. Your attacks do nothing.'' 
 
 `` Fine. But anyways, you should apologize. Killing is n't nice.'' The Brueswain scrunched his face for a moment then said, `` I know, we could go visit his grave together! Then we could visit my parents, but we'd have to keep it a secret from Alfred. He says that if I go back there, I could get killed too!'' 
 
 `` My leader does not have a grave. After brutally dismembering him, I proceeded to absorb his essence into my body.'' 
 
 `` Oh, that's sad...'' 
 
 `` Also what is an Alfred?'' 
 
 `` That's my butler.'' 
 
 `` What is a butler?'' 
 
 `` I do n't really know? All I know is that he brings me juice when I do my homework and tells me not to go outside.'' 
 
 `` I am going to squash you.'' 
 
 And so I did. And again. And again. And a few billion more times in rapid succession.
