Cartoon Character Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

She said and he sighed. “ Call me whatever you want to call me I'm just glad you're finally laughing now ” He said and she rolled her eyes. “ You know you haven't tell me your name ” He asked. “ And why will I tell you my name ” “ I'm suppose to know your name since you already know mine ” Dexter said pouting his lips which made him look cute. Apart from the Alpha, Muna noticed that Dexter was a cute guy also. His black hair and yellow eyes added with his tall height though he was not as tall as the Alpha but he was handsome too and friendly unlike that heartless alpha.

The kind of laugh that sent a cold, sharp blade down my spine. I knew that laugh. I knew it too well. My body tensed before I even turned around. Dexter leaned against a tree a few feet away, arms crossed lazily over his broad chest, one booted foot propped against the bark like he had been standing there all along, watching. Amused. Always amused. Like this was all some kind of a joke to him. “You look like one of those dumb stray dogs seeing grass for the first time,” he mused, his voice as smooth as ever, laced with the usual cruelty. “Are you that desperate for fresh air?”

Suddenly, the air was filled with the mechanical whir of machinery as a dozen automated defense bullets dropped down from the high ceiling. We would never avoid this. "Well, well, well," a smooth, cold voice echoed through the overhead loudspeakers. "Look at the garbage the storm washed up on my doorstep." The thick plexiglass observation window above lit up with bright white light. Dexter was standing right behind the glass in a clean white lab coat with his hands tucked into his pockets. His thin face was completely calm, and a small smile rested on his lips as he looked down at us like we were mice in a jar.

Ward 07. He took a deep breath, with the hamper still clutched in his left hand, as he looked around. From the sounds he heard in Exec. Ward 07, he could tell the occupant was watching Dexter’s Laboratory. He could hear Dexter reprimanding his elder sister Deedee, for bringing her friends into his secret laboratory… “That’s not what I asked you to do you imbecile,” she fumed at him, banging her fists on the brown table in the boardroom.

She gestured toward the door, her tone cold. Dexter shook his head slowly, a mocking smile spreading across his face. “Oh, foolish, foolish Autumn,” he drawled. “Sometimes I wonder how someone with Helena’s face can make such moronic choices. Just because I’m holding back some details doesn’t mean I have nothing valuable to offer.”

Malix Alphine “Woohoo!” I shouted after landing a clean shot straight through a man’s forehead, watching his body collapse lifelessly onto the ruined marble floor below. A grin spread across my face despite the chaos surrounding us. “I’m seriously getting better at this.” “Would you shut up for one second?” Dexter snapped, his voice sharp with irritation as his fingers moved rapidly across the screen of his tablet while his miniature laptop blinked with endless streams of code. “I’m trying to get the earpieces working again.”

But before I could ask any questions, Derek continued. "Dexter and I were roommates in college," he explained. "He's now a successful psychiatrist, and I've been wanting to bring you to meet him for ages." I shook Dexter's hand, trying to play along despite my growing confusion. "Nice to meet you," I said, trying to sound polite. Dexter smiled warmly and nodded. "The pleasure is all mine," he said. "Please, follow me." He led us to his office, a spacious room with a large desk and a comfortable-looking couch. The walls were lined with books and certificates, and a large window let in a flood of natural light.

"I know you've created some new zombies, but they're nothing before me! Surrender now, and you'll suffer less." Indeed, Dexter was a corpse controller who could transform dead bodies into zombies. Most corpse controllers were actually righteous practitioners, but Dexter's twisted mind had led him down a dark path. His murder count was highest among the Aces because of his obsession with zombie creation. He would regularly experiment on living people and even children, so his crimes were truly unforgivable. Dexter pulled out a bell. With a shake, four figures appeared. "Mr. Hunter, I can guarantee with absolute certainty that none of you are leaving here alive!"

like a smaller version of himself. When it was Dexter's turn to have his blood sampled, the atmosphere in the laboratory became tense. The technicians seemed to hold their breath as the needle pierced the Alpha's skin. No one dared to say anything strange. Everyone knew that a single drop of Dexter's blood was more valuable than their own lives. After that, Dexter and Gilbert remained on guard in the laboratory, accompanied by an envoy from Arnold's neutral territory. Shift changes were carried out with military discipline. Sometimes Dexter was replaced by Enrique or Alson.

Dexter folded his arms and stood confidently, saying, "Of course, I am the 108th descendant of Adil Olsen. Back in the day, Hippocrates was able to perform surgery to heal wounds but I can heal penis with knife wounds." Upon hearing Dexter's confident words and looking at the two men who were already able to stand, Xavier was completely convinced by his words. When he glanced at the spot where the cut was made, he couldn't help but start crying. "Mr. Olsen, why didn't you come earlier?! I... I..." Xavier sobbed uncontrollably, barely able to speak. Dexter looked at Xavier with a puzzled expression. He didn't even know this person, so why was he waiting for him and ended up crying?