A hooded figure was accompanied by no one, with the exception of his slug riding on his shoulder. He walked through the dark, a bag over his shoulder and a gallon in hand. On the top of a hill in forest, there was a small, shed building, a dim glow behind its door providing the only light he had on this moonless night.

This must be the place...he thought.

Inside the shed were two teenagers around his age: one was a tall blonde boy with hair that came down to his neck, the other was a girl in glasses, sporting a pink-haired pixie-cut, and tight, dark blue clothes. Both of them turned their attention to the hooded figure as he walked through the door. Pulling his hood back, it revealed a redhead with bright green eyes.

Smirking, he places the gallon on the table in the middle of the room. "Somebody order chocolate root beer?" he asked playfully.

The blonde boy slammed his fist onto the table, startling the two slugs sitting nearby. "What took you so long?!" he snapped. "Dana and I have been waiting here for nearly an hour!"

"Twist, relax. You and I have had time to pick our club's location ahead of time, but it's Tad's first time out here."

"Besides. I'm here now," Tad added, reaching into his bag. "Isn't that what matters?" Pulling out three mugs, he set them down on the table, and poured a generous amount of the dark liquid into each one.

They had met a few days before in a casual slinging contest. Tad and his slug, Pieper, already felt they deserved to have a little fun after several months of being trapped Slugterra's deepest caverns.

Shortly after their rounds, Tad had overheard a conversation between the two: something about wanting revenge against the Shanes for being responsible for their fathers' deaths. (Well, Twist was still deeply passionate about it. Dana admitted that despite continuing to miss her father, she didn't quite feel the same spark of revenge she once did, though she was growing awfully tired of having someone to catch her every time she went on a thieving spree.) Of course, this immediately caught his interest, and they had all found they shared a common enemy: Eli Shane and the Shane Gang. And thus, a newfound, three-way friendship was formed.

Unsure of what to call themselves, Twist had proposed the name "Daddy Issues Club". It was a joke at first, yet, it suited them. It was what forged their team together in the first place. (After all, it was a better name than "The Tough Guys".)

Despite their wrongs against his own father, Dr. Thaddeus Blakk Sr., the younger Blakk promised them it was safe to fully step out of the shadows they had been hiding in these past few months, in exchange for their loyalty, or, at minimal, an alliance until their enemy, Eli Shane, had been rid of for good.

Tad raised his mug, to propose a toast.

"To the first night of a new-formed alliance!"

"To the alliance!" Dana chimed in, clinking her mug against his.

Twist took a deep breath, calming himself from his exasperation, and pulled a small smile. "To the alliance."

He clinked his mug against both of theirs, and they began to drink, their slugs cheering in celebration.