Cue Dramatic Music

"Well, well, well."

*dramatic music*

Will dropped his drumsticks and came to a halt in the middle of a hallway, he assumed. His eyes widened as he turned around.

"I've been expecting you."

*more dramatic music*

Will looked around. It was dark, to be expected at the dead of night. "Where are you?" he asked.

When no reply came, Will headed off, though he couldn't see a thing. It was probably only Chris. Will knew that the best way to deal with Chris was to ignore him.

"Arrgh!" Will felt a zap go through his veins. He jumped. Red lights flashed repeatedly with unsynchronised timing. "Where the hell am I?"

*dramatic music*

A deep laugh followed. The flashing lights stopped, replaced with a dim yellow glow. Will could now see his surroundings clearly.

A man with dark brown hair and eyes to match stared at him. He was sittng on a throne-like chair encrusted with diamonds and rubies. "The place where you belong."

"What are you talking about?" Will rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for this. He had to catch a flight in an hour.

"You belong with us," repeated the man, his voice hoarse, "William Champion."

*more dramatic music*

"No!" yelled Will. "I don't!" He ran to the exit quicker than Chris on a sugar high. He got zapped again, though it hurt a lot more than last time. He groaned. The lights flashed again, along with an alarm ringing loudly.

Will's eyes fixed onto the dark haired man.

"Let me introduce myself," said the man. "My name is Guy. This is Jonny and-"

*some more dramatic music*

"I'm Chris!" interrupted the man who was off in a corner bouncing up and down.

*upbeat, eighties sitcom music*

Chris, Guy and Jonny? thought Will. Could it be? They do look a bit like my best friends, albeit the dark rings under their eyes.

"Today we will be," said Guy, "needing some time with you." He spat on the concrete.

"Ugh!" Will exclaimed. "Do you not have any manners at all? Gosh!"

The trio looked as if they were in excruciating pain.

"Arrgh!" Jonny screamed, clutching his stomach. "He said the codeword!!"

Chris clenched his teeth together, let out a yell and disappeared. Jonny and Guy followed.

*dramatic music (because it hasn't been used enough already)*

"Where are they?" Will mused, before three llamas walked through the door. He gasped, shocked.

"You are all...llamas..." Will shook his head and fell to the ground.

*just a little more dramatic music*

Guy grinned evilly. "Good. He fainted. Now we have some time to transform him before he wakes. Now he can truly be a member of our cult."

*no dramatic music*

"You missed your cue, Steve," the director called out. "CUT!"

The end