I am a sidekick for a detective. We go to a mans house who is said to be mistreating his animals, torturing, then nurturing them for fun. We go there through a small tunnel entrance. The disturbed man has his own sidekick. He was once his friend, but has become meek and is more of a servant now. Years of mind games and oppression have made him quiet and eager to quickly serve his master out of fear. The disturbed man has grown huge from over eating and lazy habits; he has fat roles and looks like a toad.
Turns out that his sidekick/servant was once a woman. She dresses like a guy and attempts to serve him what he wishes because this is easier.
The detective and I come out of the tunnel to emerge in the kitchen. We hear the disturbed man angrily grumbling on about something. We try to make out way through the kitchen; it proves quite a challenge because there are pots and pans everywhere that would clatter if me knocked them. The disturbed mans voice gets louder and we hear the sound of shattering glass. His servant comes rushing into the kitchen blood running down her face. She sees us and recognises me from sidekick school. We manage to convince her to come with. The disturbed man will die without her serving him. Once out of the tunnel his servant is free. She still acts like a guy though, probably just from habit.
The servant and me get into a waiting car. Two of my friends wait inside and we drive off. I’m in the driver seat, when I go to push the brakes they don’t work. I end up going through a few red lights.
We finally roll to a stop in front of a busy tavern. We go in and find a spot at a free table. One of my friends brings us all beers, we cheers to being sidekicks who got out of the sidekick zone.