The Adventures of the Misfits of Mayhem - Episode 6: Revelations

 

The Adventures of the Misfits of Mayhem - Episode 6: Revelations

As Jack Mason slips further into madness, the Misfits uncover disturbing truths about Polly—and the night Flippers vanished.

A lullaby haunts Jack’s dreams, and Lady Molly fears it may be a trigger planted long ago.

With monsters in the shadows and betrayal in the blood, the Misfits must prepare for war... before it’s too late.

The city outside is quiet, but tension hums like static inside the Misfits’ hotel suite. It’s been hours since Polar Power Episode 0020, where truths were dragged from the shadows—and still, questions outnumber answers.

The living area of the suite is dimly lit. An empty takeout container rests beside an untouched mug of coffee. Negropolis, eternally composed and unnervingly still, sits in a high-backed armchair near the curtained window. Ace MacDougall, slouched on the couch, his thick Scottish arms crossed over his chest, glares at the carpet like it personally betrayed him. Edie, petite and pale with eyes red from worry, clutches a blanket around her shoulders. And at the small dining table, assembling files and photographs with practiced grace, is Lady Molly of Scotland Yard.

No one speaks for a long moment. The silence is suffocating.

Finally—

LADY MOLLY (without looking up): “Where is Jack?”

ACE (quietly, with an edge): "Out cold. I slipped him another sedative after his last outburst. Poor lad almost put his fist through the bathroom mirror."

EDIE (voice tight): “He barely slept last night. He’s unraveling. I’ve never seen him like this. He… he just keeps whispering Flippers’ name. Over and over.”

Negropolis doesn’t move.

NEGROPOLIS (calm but cold): “If we don’t find Polly soon, he’s going to break. And if he breaks—someone else will.”

His words settle heavy over the group.

NEGROPOLIS (turning his attention to Molly): “Any leads? Anything concrete on Polly’s location?”

Lady Molly finally looks up. Her face is composed, but even she looks weary.

LADY MOLLY (shaking her head slightly): “No confirmed location. She’s gone off-grid. Any known safehouses, family homes, mutual acquaintances—none of them have seen her. Either she’s being helped… or she’s learned to vanish.”

ACE (scoffing): “Sweet little Polly? Lass used to cry over baby birds.”

LADY MOLLY (firmly): “She’s not that girl anymore, Ace. Jack’s memory of her may be outdated… or manipulated.”

EDIE (almost whispering): “Why? Why is she doing this? What changed her?”

Lady Molly pauses. She sets down her file.

LADY MOLLY: “There are three things I’ve kept from you… until now. Pieces I wasn’t sure how to interpret. But after tonight, I believe you have the right to know.”

Everyone leans forward slightly.

LADY MOLLY (calmly, methodically): “First… the night Flippers was taken—Ace, your sandwich was laced with a mild but highly effective sedative. You weren’t just tired. You were drugged.”

ACE (jaw clenching): “Someone dosed me? Bloody—”

LADY MOLLY (raising a hand): “Second. Surveillance footage—corrupted in parts—shows four individuals entered your room. Three males. One female. Judging by body type and gait analysis… the female is likely Polly Mason.”

EDIE (aghast): “She helped take Flippers?”

LADY MOLLY (nodding): “And third… the DNA samples we recovered.”

She lays out two test results on the table.

LADY MOLLY: “One matched as a familial relative to Jack—almost certainly Polly. But the other two? The lab had never seen anything like them. They read human… mostly. But something in them is altered. Spliced. Changed at the genetic level.”

A beat.

NEGROPOLIS (quietly): “Dr. Moreau.”

LADY MOLLY (meeting his eyes): “I believe so. I can’t prove it yet. But these readings are unnatural. And no one else working in shadows and biology has Moreau’s history.”

ACE (standing abruptly, pacing): “So Polly’s working with him now? The man who made those Beast things? That’s who she trusts?”

EDIE (hugging the blanket tighter): “This is wrong. She’s not like that. Jack always said Polly was the good one. The sane one.”

LADY MOLLY: “Even the kindest people can be twisted… especially if they’re convinced it’s justice. Or vengeance.”

The silence that follows is broken only by the faintest hum… a melody from the other room. A lullaby.

All three freeze.

EDIE (barely audible): “He’s humming it again.”

ACE (grimacing): “It’s the same one every time. That creepy little tune…”

LADY MOLLY (suddenly alert): “What lullaby?”

EDIE: “I don’t recognize it. But Jack hums it in his sleep. He hums it when he’s agitated. He said Polly used to sing it to him when they were kids.”

Lady Molly’s face darkens.

LADY MOLLY (more to herself): “A lullaby as a mental cue... a possible hypnotic trigger. That’s… advanced.”

NEGROPOLIS (slowly): “His cousin—Molly Mason—once told me Jack had… episodes as a child. Fits of violent rages and cruelty.”

LADY MOLLY (nodding, already scribbling notes): “Could be linked. If Polly—or someone else—has conditioned him using that melody… it might explain his instability. I’ll isolate the tune. See what I can trace in our hypnotic influence databases.”

ACE (shaking his head): “This is twisted beyond twisted.”

NEGROPOLIS: “If Polly’s using the lullaby to manipulate him now… she’s not just trying to hurt him. She’s trying to control him.”

EDIE (quietly): “And she might already be doing it.”

Another pause.

LADY MOLLY (regaining composure): “Right now, we need to protect Jack from himself. I want someone with him at all times. No gaps.”

NEGROPOLIS: “I’ve got him tonight.”

ACE: “Aye. I’ll take the morning.”

EDIE: “I’ll stay close, too. He listens to me… sometimes.”

LADY MOLLY: “I’ll be investigating Polly’s connections. Especially this lullaby. If there’s a trigger hidden in it… we need to disarm it before she uses it again.”

NEGROPOLIS (rising): “And we need a plan for Polar Power 0021. She’s coming. And she won’t be alone.”

They all nod. The lullaby drifts faintly through the walls. A melody from childhood… now weaponized.

FADE OUT.