The Ancient Ones: Age of Nothingness (IC)

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

Rodin's Bar
Suddenly a rift tore open behind Reaper and it deposited a man that Reaper would be quite familiar with. The man jumped up and looked around in confusion. Well... Wasn't expectin' that..." He said, a southern accent present in his voice.

Aperture
The Doctor wasn't pleased to hear that Chell had no memories anymore, however the fact that there was now a new person in his TARDIS was an immediate concern. The Time Lord walked over to the new person and looked at him. "Ahh. A new person. Mind giving me your name?" He inquired.

Traveler
Jacob sighed as the group vanished to go on the Undine fighter. "Dang it why doesn't anyone listen to me?!" He demanded. "AI keep up the pressure on the Undine, I'm going over there to help them." He continued as he grabbed his plasma sniper rifle from it's mount on the back of his chair, and with the press of a button he reappeared beside the group.

"Hi there. Remember how I said you were insane? Well guess what; you still are! And I must be insane for coming after you." Jacob said as he drew his twin pistols. Jacob heard something with his enhanced hearing and he instantly became tense. "They're coming! Get ready." He said.

[DAFT Universe]

Undine Ship

"Oh, hello." Ratchet greeted Jacob as he appeared. He suddenly warned them of the oncoming enemies. "I got this." said Ratchet, smiling as a single Undine came apon them. Ratchet immediatly ran forwards and slid underneath the giant and drew his vaporiser. He continually shot the creature, who seemed to be more focused on trying to kill Marie and the others. After seeing, this was getting him nowhere, Ratchet then threw a bomb at a break in it's armour on it's head. After the bomb exploded, somehow the Undine was still standing, but he finished it off with another couple of blasts from the vaporiser. The creature toppoled to the ground. "Easy."

[Hank J Wimbleton]

Homestuck

Terezi sighed, watching the red chalk wash away in the rain. They sniffled for a moment at all that wasted chalk, and immediately returned to their usual, maniacally chipper self. Looking at the now arrived spirits, she quickly pulled her weapon out, smiling like some insane, psychotic lunatic and cackling madly.

"DO W3 F1GHT TH3M?"

Vriska, meanwhile, ran after Elizabeth, pulling the Flourite Octet out of their pocket, and matching their pace fairly easily.

"Where are we going, exactly? Also, I can't just leave Terezi behind. Can you help hold them off or something while I go back and fetch them?"

[Taigawa]

Homestuck

Terezi sighed, watching the red chalk wash away in the rain. They sniffled for a moment at all that wasted chalk, and immediately returned to their usual, maniacally chipper self. Looking at the now arrived spirits, she quickly pulled her weapon out, smiling like some insane, psychotic lunatic and cackling madly.

"DO W3 F1GHT TH3M?"

Vriska, meanwhile, ran after Elizabeth, pulling the Flourite Octet out of their pocket, and matching their pace fairly easily.

"Where are we going, exactly? Also, I can't just leave Terezi behind. Can you help hold them off or something while I go back and fetch them?"

"One does not fight the ancester's spirits with weapons foreigners. Nor do I recocommand antagonizing them more then you already have. They are former citizens and guards of this city who were killed by Malefor before the guardians defeated him. The damage and death was so great that legend says the survivors abandoned the city. They could very well kill us all if you continue antagonizing them, though if we're lucky a simple offering will be enough to get them to leave us alone. If I take you with me up to Tall Plains, I ask you to listen to me. I know that place better then any of you, and I don't need you two stirring up trouble with the Atlowa people. The two others know already.....now, I'm going to spit you out, but don't push your luck. I will not be this merciful again." With that, Cynder spit them out of her mouth. "Offer something to appease the spirits. You angered them, it is your responsibility."

[Naval Monte]

Spyro

Elizabeth heard the sound if the explosion echo throughout the cave and felt the ground shake from the force, whatever happened back there she wanted no part in that debacle. Elizabeth's supernatural senses were screaming at her to leave the ruins as the vengeful spirits came pouring out to attack the group inside.

Elizabeth soon found Vriska following her and told her to help the troll to find and get her friend who stayed behind. The Mage screamed in frustration internally but externally she didn't show her frustration. "Fine. But if you friend keeps us in here any longer than I'm leaving her behind." The witch told the troll.

Elizabeth reclunatally turn back and went back to the ruins to find Terez. As she went deeper she found a group of spirits blocking her way, with no where to go the occultist stopped and began to chant the commands to banish the ghosts while using her right hand to trace symbols on the air.

"Hear my words. In the name of the Creator, you are hereby commanded to leave this place. By the blood of Man, be not and be gone! Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine!" Elizabeth shouted, making the spirits scream as their bodies rippled, flow and dissolved until they were gone. "That should keep them down for a while."

The Mage told the troll as she ran deeper to find the other one, using the spell on other Sprite that dare try to attack her.

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Pokemon

James was now bored out of his mind after patrolling the town that in another time was nuked out of existence. The town was nice and peaceful but it was too peaceful to James liking, there wasn't enough things for him to do which really can be said to most worlds.

One of the reasons James goes to different worlds is for the adventure and while a world was large and plent of adventures for James to partake in they are tiny when compared to the whole of the multiverse.

"I think now is the time to leave here. Just got to drop by to say good bye to Sans and I will be gone." James walked between to houses and when the coast was clear teleported to Sans location.

When James appeared he scared almost everyone, the one person who he didn't freak out was Sans who was use to people teleporting in unannounced. "welcome back James,was your detour fun?" James wa echis hand to gesture so-so. "I have to go Sans. I have other businesses to attend to right now." the skeleton was okay with the half blood leaving and he said his good byes.

James turn to Emma and apologized for coming in without warning, saying who he was and soon saying good bye as he teleported away from the Pokemon world.

[Mundeo]

This time, James's let fate decide where he went next. An infinite number of universes with an infinite number timelines, this wouldn't be the first time he just popped into a random universe. Upon further thought, that tends to he what he does most of the time, just let the rivers of time and space carry him to whatever adventure awaits him next. However, he wanted to avoid anything related to Pokémon, he's seen enough of that for now, and Homestuck. He's had enough of the Trolls to last multiple lifetimes. Nonetheless, at some point in the near future, he wanted to meet back up with Marie.

And where did fate drop off our intrepid Timelord this time? A city. Yes. To go into more detail, as James quickly noted; an alleyway in the middle of what seemed to be an early eighteenth century city on the planet Earth. After a good whiff of the air around him, he was able to deduce that he was nowhere else but London. Apparently, his old comrade was rather fond of this specific city and its surrounding neighborhoods, but James couldn't point out why. Polished stone buildings lined the edges of dirt roads covered with lavishly dressed civilians and horse drawn carriages. There didn't seem to be much adventure to be found here, but if he peeked around the corner to the alley long enough, perhaps adventure would find him.

[Naval Monte]

Abyss

Zalgo's destruction in the abyss didn't matter much since most of the objects and beings in the abyss will eventually be destroyed. However his attempt at parting the sea to escape from it was a very good plan, ver good. Yet it was useless. Zalgo hit the surface of the same sea he tried to leave hard; the dark water rushing into his wide open mouth. Time ans space had seemingly bent and distorted to make sure Zalgo does not escape from the sea. Though in the abyss time and space may not even exist so who truly knows what happened.

In the murky darkness Zalgo would see a pale,yellow, eyes open up. The sizes of the eyes were enough to dwarf entire star systems alone, before them Zalgo is nothing more but an gnat. Before the corrupt being can do anything he would feel a powerful current sucking him and the water around him towards the massive, gaping, hole that was the mystery entities mouth.

Inside Zalgo would find that he was not alone to have been devoured; derelict naval and space faring ships, twisted monsiteries and worthless junk were all sucked into the creature's mouth. The dark being would soon begin swallow the water and all of the contents inside of it.

Should Zalgo try to use his powers to control it he will find that he can't, for the being before him was not just a corrupted being. This eldritch being was once a powerful God; a diety that ruled a universe so long ago, back in a time where the Ancient Ones still existed and the walls separated all of the known worlds. However like all things, the world that this being came from came to an end and everything that once existed in that world was sent to the void, this god being no exception.

However through the night of it's will and power it still survives in the hostile environment of the abyss, acting as the last maker of a world that no longer exists and was forgotten by everyone. This god too feeds off the others to push back the clock to it's doom. This god lies in the Stygian sea, awaiting for the day it will leave this world and return to existence.

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon-Near Serena's house
Ignis was spending time with her Pokemon, and at the same time she thought about Quetz.
"Zhat idiot...he's gonna get himself killed...or vorst." she sighed. Litwick cocked her head at her. "Liit?"
"...Maybe I did kill zhose douchebag idiots and zhey didn't really deserve it..." she admitted slowly to herself. "Bui..." Buizel looked up at her.
She got up. "You're right. I need to do zhe right zhing. After...zhe tournament I vill turn meinself in." she nodded. "Yes...."
Honchkrow yawned and preened her feathers. Froakie sneakily put frubbles on her hat for a joke and snickered. Hawlucha snorted and scolded Froakie. "Lucha...lu!" he wagged a finger at Froakie.
"Kie!" Froakie shaped the frubbles into a wig and put them on Hawlucha's head, then hopped away. Both Honchkrow and Hawlucha chased after him angrily.
"Screlp..." Screlp floated around, dazed, poking his nose into everything. Litwick followed him curiously. He soon floated over to Serena's house and poked his snout against the door. Litwick tried to pounce on him, but Screlp floated out of the way and Litwick ended up crashing into Serena's door. "Liiiit..." she rubbed her head and groaned.
Ignis sighed and went over to them. "You two goofballs..." she picked them up in her arms. "Hey, vhy don't ve challenge somevone for ein battle?"

[Naval Monte]

Rodin's Bar

Reaper turn around when he heard the all too familiar southern accent and voice, for a brief moments memories of another life flas before the masked assain's mental eyes. Reaper faced Mcree and took out his duel shotguns. "Why are you here outlaw?" the masked merc demanded, his fingers ready to pull the trigger.

Inside the bar the patrons from Gnosis, half of whom where are forvthe previous incident, now had all of their weapons and spells ready should the two former Blackwatch members fight against each other. However they kept their weapons and spells hidden since all of them feared to be in the center of Rodin's wrath.

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Aperture

Alexandria looked down at the man. "Doctor, he needs something to counteract the amount of neurotoxin in his system." She warn the Doctor. The woman can tell that the Doctor was distraught over the machine no longer having memories of it's times as a human.

Alexandria moved to the Doctor's side and whispered. "There might be a way to fix her memories but you may not like them." She told him. "Necromancy in my world can do many things to a soul, one of these abilities is to bring back lost memories. Most of the times these memories are from past lives but I believe we can recover that machines lost memories if we find a necromancer with the skill to bring back those memories from it's soul."

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Undine

Marie can sense people coming and got her sword ready for the wave of attackers. When Jacob appeared Marie almost had a knee jerk reaction to attack him doing to his sudden appearance, thankfully she was able to stop herself. "Jacob, I'm surprised you followed us. this may have been my plan but I don't know why I'm now suddenly onboard this ship." She told her fellow Half Blood.

Soon the coming attackers were drawing close. Marie took out a saucer shape mine and threw it, the sound of gears turning and a click signaled that it was ready to exploded. All the mi e needed was for someone to get near it and it will let loose a blast of thick smoke to not only obscure thier vision and fill the soldiers lungs with smoke, but would give the group the opitionbtobeither attack them while they are distracted by the smoke or flee. Either way the huntress was ready to slice anyone who gets in her sword's way.

[Legokiller]

Pokemon-Near Serena's house
Ignis was spending time with her Pokemon, and at the same time she thought about Quetz.
"Zhat idiot...he's gonna get himself killed...or vorst." she sighed. Litwick cocked her head at her. "Liit?"
"...Maybe I did kill zhose douchebag idiots and zhey didn't really deserve it..." she admitted slowly to herself. "Bui..." Buizel looked up at her.
She got up. "You're right. I need to do zhe right zhing. After...zhe tournament I vill turn meinself in." she nodded. "Yes...."
Honchkrow yawned and preened her feathers. Froakie sneakily put frubbles on her hat for a joke and snickered. Hawlucha snorted and scolded Froakie. "Lucha...lu!" he wagged a finger at Froakie.
"Kie!" Froakie shaped the frubbles into a wig and put them on Hawlucha's head, then hopped away. Both Honchkrow and Hawlucha chased after him angrily.
"Screlp..." Screlp floated around, dazed, poking his nose into everything. Litwick followed him curiously. He soon floated over to Serena's house and poked his snout against the door. Litwick tried to pounce on him, but Screlp floated out of the way and Litwick ended up crashing into Serena's door. "Liiiit..." she rubbed her head and groaned.
Ignis sighed and went over to them. "You two goofballs..." she picked them up in her arms. "Hey, vhy don't ve challenge somevone for ein battle?"

Pokemon
Vaniville Town
Shauna felt gross-out after wrestling her way out of Lumiose City, and talking with many news reporter about the story. Not only the experiences of the illusion world completely ruined her day, with nightmares about how weak she is and all her love ones died under the hands of Sailor Saturn. Serena, Shauna's childhood and best friend, was the first one to die because of her beliefs. However, the truth is, Sailor Saturn saved the city and stopped the bad guy with revolution! Serena trusts her like a good friend. Shauna felt conflicted, but the truth is better than what the nightmare terrors shown her. Is it right for Shauna to accept it? Two other Sailor Senshi just died.

"Serena sees something in Saturn." The sad Shauna glanced at Serena's house. "Maybe she is a friend, and I can continue to live just normally. I hope Serena have something to help me..."

Shauna jaws dropped as wild Pokemon and Ignsis are creating trouble. Is this trainer trying to get Serena's attention, or make her fears come true. Shauna rushes up to Ignsis. "Hey, what are you doing?"

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

Rodin's bar
The sight of a gun got Mccree to pull out Peacekeeper in record time. "Woah there stranger. Let's keep this.... Wait..." Mccree knew that voice. But that was impossible! And yet here he was in the flesh.... No not flesh, something different. Very different.

"Well I'll be... Gabriel Reyes. How are you even alive? Didn't you bight the dust a long time ago?" Mccree asked, still aiming Peacekeeper between Reapers eyes. Well, where his eyes would be at least.

TARDIS
The Doctor quickly ran to the backroom of the TARDIS to find something to counter-act the neurotoxin. He came back with a rather large bottle filled with a green liquid. "Here we are! Mathnixe worm saliva. It's a perfect counter to many kinds of toxins! Tastes like vinager too, so you can pickle things with it." The Doctor said as he handed the bottle to the new arrival.

The Doctor looked unhappy with Alexandria's suggestion. "We could do that, or maybe we could use something in this facility? I mean have you seen this place? It's huge! There's got to be something we can use here." He said.

Undine fighter
"Trust me, I'm surprised I'm here. This could go horribly wrong." Jacob said, preparing for anything that would attack.

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon-Near Serena's house
Ignis was spending time with her Pokemon, and at the same time she thought about Quetz.
"Zhat idiot...he's gonna get himself killed...or vorst." she sighed. Litwick cocked her head at her. "Liit?"
"...Maybe I did kill zhose douchebag idiots and zhey didn't really deserve it..." she admitted slowly to herself. "Bui..." Buizel looked up at her.
She got up. "You're right. I need to do zhe right zhing. After...zhe tournament I vill turn meinself in." she nodded. "Yes...."
Honchkrow yawned and preened her feathers. Froakie sneakily put frubbles on her hat for a joke and snickered. Hawlucha snorted and scolded Froakie. "Lucha...lu!" he wagged a finger at Froakie.
"Kie!" Froakie shaped the frubbles into a wig and put them on Hawlucha's head, then hopped away. Both Honchkrow and Hawlucha chased after him angrily.
"Screlp..." Screlp floated around, dazed, poking his nose into everything. Litwick followed him curiously. He soon floated over to Serena's house and poked his snout against the door. Litwick tried to pounce on him, but Screlp floated out of the way and Litwick ended up crashing into Serena's door. "Liiiit..." she rubbed her head and groaned.
Ignis sighed and went over to them. "You two goofballs..." she picked them up in her arms. "Hey, vhy don't ve challenge somevone for ein battle?"

Pokemon
Vaniville Town
Shauna felt gross-out after wrestling her way out of Lumiose City, and talking with many news reporter about the story. Not only the experiences of the illusion world completely ruined her day, with nightmares about how weak she is and all her love ones died under the hands of Sailor Saturn. Serena, Shauna's childhood and best friend, was the first one to die because of her beliefs. However, the truth is, Sailor Saturn saved the city and stopped the bad guy with revolution! Serena trusts her like a good friend. Shauna felt conflicted, but the truth is better than what the nightmare terrors shown her. Is it right for Shauna to accept it? Two other Sailor Senshi just died.

"Serena sees something in Saturn." The sad Shauna glanced at Serena's house. "Maybe she is a friend, and I can continue to live just normally. I hope Serena have something to help me..."

Shauna jaws dropped as wild Pokemon and Ignsis are creating trouble. Is this trainer trying to get Serena's attention, or make her fears come true. Shauna rushes up to Ignsis. "Hey, what are you doing?"

Pokemon
Ignis bowed in apology.
"I'm sorry! I vas playing vizh mein Pokemon nearby vhen Litvick und Skrelp vandered avay to here! Am I tresspassing? I'll go now! I'm really realyy sorry Frauleinne!" she picked her Pokemon up and ran off of Serena's porch.
"I'm sorry about zhis, I really am. Please forgive me...I made a terrible mistake..."
Litwick and Skrelp also bowed in apology for their actions.
"Liit..."
"Skrelp..."

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
Vaniville Town

“You have a strange accent.” Shauna replied. “It isn’t any Kalosian tongue I know of… so, where are you from?” Shauna gestures Ignsis to follow.

Shauna sighed.”You saw what happened to Lumiose City? I’m fine with your apologized, but Serena…” Shauna sniffs. “I know she and Alice saw so much on what happened… they needed alone time to recover. The least she doesn't have to worry about is an attack on her house. You understand right?”

Shauna lead Ignsis to the front yard of her home, the other side of the street where Serena and Calem lived. The yard was walled around, and Shauna closed the gate. “Bonjour. My name is Shauna.” She said with a depressing tone. She wanted to spark with high energy.

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon
Vaniville Town

“You have a strange accent.” Shauna replied. “It isn’t any Kalosian tongue I know of… so, where are you from?” Shauna gestures Ignsis to follow.

Shauna sighed.”You saw what happened to Lumiose City? I’m fine with your apologized, but Serena…” Shauna sniffs. “I know she and Alice saw so much on what happened… they needed alone time to recover. The least she doesn't have to worry about is an attack on her house. You understand right?”

Shauna lead Ignsis to the front yard of her home, the other side of the street where Serena and Calem lived. The yard was walled around, and Shauna closed the gate. “Bonjour. My name is Shauna.” She said with a depressing tone. She wanted to spark with high energy.

"Ah...Nice to meet your Shauna. Guten tag, Mein name ist Ignis Heinz und I am from China but I have lived in Germany for many years , so I tend to speak vizh ein heavy accent. Do you happen to be French?" She shook her hand vigorously. Froakie tugged at her pants.
Ignis looked down. "Huh, Froakie? Do you vant to have ein battle?"
Frokie nodded. Buizel sighed. "Bui..."
"Ah...but you need to ask zhe Frauleinne if she vants to battle you first..."
Froakie hopped over and looked up at Shauna. "Froa-kie?"

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
Vaniville Town

“Germany?” Shauna light bulb brightens. “Oh, like the Osterreich Region, Banburg Region, Bayern Region, and some other regions nearby Kalos?” Shauna dorkiness express. Clearly in the Pokemon World, their Germany is split into a few regions. “Yes, I’m ‘french’ and not a mooselim! I’m a happy Kalosan and worship the Great Llama God, Arceus.” She did have to clarify to strange people from another universe before.

Shauna gaze at Froakie. “I have to go easy on you… So, how many Pokemon do you have? You wish to battle with everything I got, right?”

Shauna then throws down a Pokeball. “Go Bulbasaur!”

“Bulbasaur!” Bulbasaur had a smug looked at his adversary.

Shauna smile slowly returns. “Okay, if you want a battle, you got it!”

[Saint Morning]

Gnosis- Moon- Arrival of the Moon Kingdom

While the peace meeting on Earth continued. Scientists would notice an odd disturbance within the Solar System, Particularly the moon. The entire celestial body began to morph and change. The Sea of Serenity transformed into a literal sea as several cities began to appear on the Moon’s surface as well as plants and atmosphere comparable to Earth’s.

Within the largest of these new cities. Deep within her chambers rested Queen Serenity of Earth, placed under a comatose state by Queen Nehellenia before the invasion began. However, with the other Queen’s death, Serenity would awaken.

Gnosis- Earth- Earth Kingdom

“How dare you!” The Queen of the Earth Kingdom exclaimed as she got to her feet, “Is this how you treat the beings who currently have the resources that you oh so desperately desire.”

The King sighed as his Queen looked as though she was prepared to fight the man before them. “If your people are so great, then they can surely survive without our resources and land. The bottom line is that your people are not connected to the Earth as the members of this realm are. Which would explain you’re lack of belief in magic, why if the Guardian of Earth was her, she would be disgusted by the state that you have left this planet in.”

“Besides at the end of the day it is you who need us, not the other way around. Don’t forget that.” The Queen glared at the President of America as she promptly sat down in her seat.

“If we’re quite done bickering like children I’d like to see this meeting come to a reasonably conclusion.” The King said as he gave his Queen a pointed look.

“If you’re willing to add the protection of my realm and the regulation of the immigrants if we we’re to let our barriers drop, with the extra labor force then I think arrangements can be made.” The King said. “However don’t expect to have full access to our resources. For now, we are only willing to trade with three of you. As a sort of test. You decide amongst yourself who will be the lucky three. Because if my wife does… well I know who won’t be getting anything.” He said as he gazed turn to the American President.

Pokemon Verse

“Whether or not I attempted to prove them wrong is not important.” Saturn stated as she entwined her fingers together and rested her elbows on the table. “What you must understand, Serena, is that it is my duty to destroy things. However, unlike Galaxia, my destruction is not senseless. Destruction must come before creation, that’s how it’s always been, with destruction comes rebirth. All worlds I have destroyedwere at the end of their time or they posed a serious threat to the Silver Millennium.”

“What you also much understand with reincarnation is that I, Sailor Saturn, am the only thing that gets reincarnated into the next cycle. If I or Hotaru were to die, she would cease to exist. There’s not after life for her... she would essentially merge with me and all her memories would be passed along with the next incarnation but she would be no more. However, something like that is only inevitable. The Silver Millennium is still destined to fall and I must be the one to end it so that it can be reborn.”

“As for the King and Queen of Saturn and Hotaru’s siblings. Don’t be mistaken, they loved her as much as any family would, but they were afraid of someone corrupting her or kidnapping her. My last incarnation was by far the most destructive and evil. Before their death they took several star systems along with them, they did not want a repeat of that. Besides I suppose they want to shield Hotaru from the inevitable hate… not realizing that they were only helping to hurt her.”

“I suppose, at the time when Queen Serenity placed me under the sleeping curse, Hotaru was at her breaking point and her mood and feelings are amplified by myself she enters this state. So all I felt was hatred, when I’m meant to feel nothing. I cannot allow my emotion to cloud my judgement, I have to do what must be done.

I suppose what Queen Serenity did was just after all. She was only ensuring that I wouldn’t awaken until the right time. Which would be after the destruction of the Moon Kingdom. With the central hub gone, I was destined to erase everything else and start anew. But Infinity interfered and here I am.”

[DAFT Universe]

Undine Ship

"Oh, hello." Ratchet greeted Jacob as he appeared. He suddenly warned them of the oncoming enemies. "I got this." said Ratchet, smiling as he prepared to attack. Ratchet immediatly ran forwards and slid underneath the giant and drew his vaporiser. He continually shot the creature, who seemed to be more focused on trying to kill Marie and the others. After seeing, this was getting him nowhere, Ratchet then threw a bomb at a break in it's armour on it's head. After the bomb exploded, somehow the Undine was still standing, but he finished it off with another couple of blasts from the vaporiser. The creature toppoled to the ground. "Easy."

Aperture
"You could try the core database room." said Test, helpfully. It wanted it's memory back and also had a weird compulsion to help these people.

London
Deep underground, big rifts in time and space appeared. 2 big cubes rolled out, heated to 4000 kelvin, easily melting all the rock it came into contact with. More floated out at least 50, moving in diffrent directions, creating a massive hole, miles deep but not that wide. Then once the cubes had dug down 20 miles they began widening the hole. Once they got far enough away, new machines came out. They started to place huge tracks everywhere and were huge. Finally, ready made testing chambers were rolled out, added to the tracks. Aperture had come to London.

[Petrokovia]

Simon chuckled a bit as Sans's woopie cushion went off.

Heh. I'll have to remember that one if I see Marcy again.

"So, I suppose we should formally introduce ourselves. My name is Simon Petrikov, and I am an anthropologist. Or, was. A while back a large war wiped out almost all life on my planet... So, what're you guys up to?"

---

Fay attempted to open a communications channel with Conundrum.

"Hello? Conundrum? What kind of fighter is that? Whoever it is is pretty impressive if they can dodge concentrated fire from three ships at the same time."

"Also, any chance the slavers will be suspicious of this activity? Or would this be par for the course for them to have random battles just above their planet?" Tadayoshi asked.

[Hank J Wimbleton]

Homestuck

Terezi sighed, and pulled out an entire pack of red chalk; giving it one last good lick, and placing it on the ground, before leaving it as an offering to the spirits. They left a literal ton of frozen solid faygo, a pile of horns, a pile of shitty wands, a pile of shitty romcoms, and 413 entire boonbonds of money. Goodbye, coolkid. Goodbye, clown fuckass. Goodbye, wizardly piece of shit.

"1S TH4T 3NOUGH?"

Vriska meanwhile, weaved between the spirits; ducking past flailing limbs, and grabbed Terezi by the wrist, flying off and pulling them away from the ruins; landing next to Elizabeth.

"That's fucking it. No more Faygo for you today, Terezi. You're even worse than the Rose human!"

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon
Vaniville Town

“Germany?” Shauna light bulb brightens. “Oh, like the Osterreich Region, Banburg Region, Bayern Region, and some other regions nearby Kalos?” Shauna dorkiness express. Clearly in the Pokemon World, their Germany is split into a few regions. “Yes, I’m ‘french’ and not a mooselim! I’m a happy Kalosan and worship the Great Llama God, Arceus.” She did have to clarify to strange people from another universe before.

Shauna gaze at Froakie. “I have to go easy on you… So, how many Pokemon do you have? You wish to battle with everything I got, right?”

Shauna then throws down a Pokeball. “Go Bulbasaur!”

“Bulbasaur!” Bulbasaur had a smug looked at his adversary.

Shauna smile slowly returns. “Okay, if you want a battle, you got it!”

"Yeah, I live way up Norzh!" she nodded. "Alright, let's get zhis started, go Froakie!"
"Kie!" Froakie hopped up to meet his opponent and smirked at Bulbasaur.
"Be careful Froakie, zhis is ein grass-type, you sure you got zhis?"
"Kie!" Froakie nodded.

[Slenderman The CreepyPasta King]

Abyss

Zalgo's destruction in the abyss didn't matter much since most of the objects and beings in the abyss will eventually be destroyed. However his attempt at parting the sea to escape from it was a very good plan, ver good. Yet it was useless. Zalgo hit the surface of the same sea he tried to leave hard; the dark water rushing into his wide open mouth. Time ans space had seemingly bent and distorted to make sure Zalgo does not escape from the sea. Though in the abyss time and space may not even exist so who truly knows what happened.

In the murky darkness Zalgo would see a pale,yellow, eyes open up. The sizes of the eyes were enough to dwarf entire star systems alone, before them Zalgo is nothing more but an gnat. Before the corrupt being can do anything he would feel a powerful current sucking him and the water around him towards the massive, gaping, hole that was the mystery entities mouth.

Inside Zalgo would find that he was not alone to have been devoured; derelict naval and space faring ships, twisted monsiteries and worthless junk were all sucked into the creature's mouth. The dark being would soon begin swallow the water and all of the contents inside of it.

Should Zalgo try to use his powers to control it he will find that he can't, for the being before him was not just a corrupted being. This eldritch being was once a powerful God; a diety that ruled a universe so long ago, back in a time where the Ancient Ones still existed and the walls separated all of the known worlds. However like all things, the world that this being came from came to an end and everything that once existed in that world was sent to the void, this god being no exception.

However through the night of it's will and power it still survives in the hostile environment of the abyss, acting as the last maker of a world that no longer exists and was forgotten by everyone. This god too feeds off the others to push back the clock to it's doom. This god lies in the Stygian sea, awaiting for the day it will leave this world and return to existence.

"You have got to be kidding me." Zalgo said. The only being he knew of that was THAT big and loved to be under water was Cthulhu. He doubted that was him but he still had to find out. "CTHULHU!!!! IF ITBIS YOU WHEN I GET OUT YOU ARE DEAD!!! You hear me, DEAD!!!" When water started rushing in he made a black hole from the corruption around him, and threw it, it exploding into a physical black hole that would force the being to open its mouth in pain or be sucked through. He took that opportunity to escape.

[Hank J Wimbleton]

The Underground

The car was muggy and torrid, but that was still a far cry from the freezing and frigid atmosphere outside, the rain pouring down. It seemed that even for a place made almost purely of stone, the water seemed to drain away somewhere. Or maybe Onionsan drank it all? It was hard to tell sometimes, with Onionsan practically being The Underground’s water purification system. It was probably for the best that nobody knew about that though, since nobody would ever want to drink water that had passed through a massive squid octopus thing multiple times to get all the krill out. Ever since The Barrier had been shattered, things from the surface had been coming in all the time.

Frisk thought about how everyone in The Underground ate meat from creatures on the surface, instead of just snails. They found it… Disturbing, to say the least, that sentient creatures that could talk, like snails, and ones that everyone seemed to love, like spiders, were getting eaten en-masse before The Barrier was shattered, but now that it had, Lesser Dog and Doggo were having to deal with hordes of unintelligent little dogs from the surface. The Royal Dogs were celebrities of a sort now. It might have been tiring to deal with, yes, but they seemed to be having fun.

The worse additions were the insects and rodents. Sure; flies and mosquitoes didn’t last long, but the entirety of The Underground was now this huge pseudo-war between the pre-existing spider factions and the new ones, who were identical in genetic make-up. It turned out Muffet’s little spiders were literal spiders. Who would have guessed? Rats were annoying, and nobody wanted to get rid of them. Everyone in the Underground was so queasy. Frisk wondered whether Blooky, the one who had to prepare all those snails for eating, was the only person/ghost to have ever killed something in the Underground other than Muffet, who was… A special case.

The car ran through a puddle, a splashing sound accompanying a spray of water and dirt on the front of Papyrus’ car.

”NYEH!”

Papyrus turned on the windscreen wipers, the little black oblong limbs waving back and forth, covered in tissue paper, little ribbons, cotton cut-out bones and discarded homework. Papyrus was quite the eccentric one, but it only made him even more endearing. Asgore sometimes thought that he might even be as innocent, if not more so than Frisk themselves! Asgore grunted and stepped out of the car, his huge bulky body for now dressed in a hawaiian flowery shirt, brown cotton work-pants and a big goat-fur jacket, which kind of got on Frisk’s nerves, which was why they never told them what their birthday gift was actually made of, simply saying it was; “A surface animal”.

Everyone stepped out of the car, with Asgore in particular having trouble, being the size of half the car on his own by virtue of being by far the tallest and widest monster in The Underground, except for the Amalgamates, who by now were actually doing pretty fine for themselves. Everyone in The Underground was just so nice… They practically forgave Alphys overnight! Well, if only the same could be said for the humans. It seemed that even for the ones with the veritably worst morals out of any intelligent species on the planet, they still complained about the ethics of Alphys’ experiments, all the way until Asgore simply gave up trying to reason with them. There was a big tumblr conspiracy these days, but other than that, the whole diplomatic debacle had died down.

Speaking of diplomatic debacles, there had been rumblings about some person that Asgore had to deal with, speaking with the police-department and clogging it up with inane ramblings that Asgore had glanced over in his paperwork, and decided to investigate personally. It probably wasn’t anything major, but Asgore just had this feeling.

Frisk pulled their puffy vest up over their head, the reflective coat lined on the inside with goat fur. Everyone was obsessed with goat products these days. Maybe they loved to creep Asgore out!? Chara wasn’t here with them today. Frisk looked down, as little droplets of water fell on their reflective bowl-cut hair, rolling down onto their jacket; shining like a mirror. Asgore smiled down at Frisk and told them to come along. Papyrus was already running towards the huge white mall, the glass-panelled walls and sliding doors beckoning; the inside completely dry, and filled with everyone who didn’t like getting hypothermia.

Frisk sighed gently, a puff of cold air and mist; coming out of one of the few beings in the entire Underground who actually breathed. They still didn’t know where Chara was. Everyone was trying to hide it away, but Frisk was kind of worried that they were secretly… Relieved? Asgore’s productivity seemed to be up, now with no need to be careful with his words every time Chara was in the same room, or even in the same building for that matter. Papyrus was putting on a strong face, but Frisk could tell they missed Sans. Sans and Papyrus were practically one entity. Without one, the other simply… Dies a little. Well, they were already dead, but that was besides the point.

A gust of hot air and the smell of industrial goods accompanied the loud shrieking sound of the double doors opening; sliding open and inviting everyone inside. Camilla, Kayla, Frisk, Asgore, Papyrus, Asriel, Toriel and even a recently paroled Crowbar were here. Frisk swore they saw a green jumper in the distance, but they quickly shook it off. Practically everyone with a green jumper these days made them think of Chara again. It was just another hallucination. They decided to go along with Asriel, Papyrus and Asgore to get some lunch. Toriel walked along with Kayla and Camilla to have a nice little interroga- chat.

”I STILL THINK WE SHOULD HAVE JUST STAYED HOME AND HAD SOME SPAGHETTI. I THINK TONIGHT’S DISH WAS ONE OF THE BEST IN A LONG TIME.”

”Oh ho ho ho ho! That’s what you always say Papyrus!”

”YES BUT IT’S TRUE, RIGHT?”

Frisk nearly choked from the memory. It was never true.

Frisk, Asriel, Asgore, Papyrus.

The tiled corridors were thankfully filled with socially acceptable humans and monsters who wouldn’t pester the Royal Family every time they caught sight of them. Or maybe that was because nobody from The Surface actually liked Asgore? It was hard to say. Everyone was still getting acclimitised, and political relations were still tense. Thankfully, there had been no assassination attempts as of yet, considering just how powerful The Humans considered Monsterkind to be, possessing people like Frisk after all, who was practically an international martyr of pacifism. Multiple charities had tried to get Frisk as their mascot, and all of them had failed. Frisk was too busy talking to ignorant piles of horse feces in UN Headquarters.

From the roof of the mall, the darkened silhouette of a small child was obscured by the rain and the mist, enormous black wings retracting into their back with a silent and somewhat elegant hiss, leaving one of them partially out to hold over their head, protecting themselves against the hysterical downpour of rain. Chara could control their transformations a lot better now, but even then, they had to consciously attempt to stop their claws and wings from splaying out. With a snap of their fingers, their hands, previously enormous, clawed talons, retracted back into little pink fingers, and their gargantuan, scaled wings disappeared with a silent hiss.

Chara looked down at their dirtied, but relatively undamaged jumper with disdain; green and yellow stripes across the whole thing, stained with blood and frayed at the edges. Even the colour was fading. Maybe the rain was full of bleach? Who knew?! They sighed and looked up at the sky.

”Maybe I should have gone home and gotten a change of clothes. Anything really.”

Chara usually didn’t mind the rain, but on this particular day, they loved it. They wondered why they were so pre-dispositioned to the cold and wet now. Were they simply so mutated beyond belief that anything previously “bad” was now “good”? With this new form came new abilities and capabilities, but also countless redundancies and frustrating changes as well. It was like puberty. Except it happened overnight and it turned them into an eldritch abomination.

Usually on days like these, Chara would be out on the prowl; hunting down humans for sustenance. They usually just infiltrated the blood bank, which had such hilariously undermanned security that Chara could literally just get past the front door and basically have the entire place for their own. Still. It never hurt to leave the medical system be, with its shortage of blood, and just non-lethally get some blood that they didn’t have to put in the big office block’s microwave while nobody was at work.

Chara didn’t want to go hunting for DETERMINATION and kill anyone for it. They were actually pretty okay with the idea of killing humans and monsters for food; they just didn’t want everyone baying at their heels and trying to kill them. Literally, for the former, in the case of the Royal Guard Dogs. Even the medical system had been catching on lately, and posting extra guards. They weren’t anything special; just some random people, but Chara still had to avoid being seen, or risk getting caught on camera.

On this day, unlike others though, Chara ignored their almost constant hunger, and went after Papyrus’ car. They’d been wanting to talk to Frisk for a while, and maybe Asriel; just to lay off any suspicions or concerns for a while. And if it came to sloppy and cheesy hug-fests, then so be it. Somebody was going to have to pay, and it may as well be in the currency of retarded emotionally charged touchy-feely events.

Chara sighed. Why were they even doing this? They could literally just walk in and tap everyone on the shoulder, and say;

”Hey guys! Sorry for abandoning you all back there! I’m okay now! Also I might sometimes leave at 2:00 AM to go drink some blood, but that’s okay with you guys, right?”

What a terrible idea.

Chara “shifted” into an amorphous black blob of fire, and curled through the window, going between the rubber seal and the glass, before re-materialising on the enormous steel girders above the rest of the mall. The feeling of heat and the sudden onslaught of noise was overwhelming to them. Chara dropped down silently to the floor, turning into a small mass of gas and landing with a soft hiss, making sure nobody saw them. They couldn’t risk a whole bunch of autographs, now that they were on the news everywhere. Hopefully, if anyone really nice came over and decided to ask if they were okay, they could bluff their way out.

Frisk meanwhile, was too preoccupied by their thoughts to actually care about whatever newly created monster was behind them. They were too busy dealing with ignorant shit stains that for some reason were passing by as humans, and furthermore, were leading the entire race. It seemed as if every multiversal being that just happened to do anything other than be extraordinarily helpful was being prosecuted, and immediately assumed to be a monster. Why couldn’t it be the other way around?

Frisk still had to deal with the political and social fallout of the entire mess caused by Ignis and the Aztec Gods just a few weeks ago, and now everyone was just assuming that they were monsters. What kind of fucking idiots were they?! Frisk sighed, remembering the enormous bin full of death threats, and the hours they had spent prowling through their Email trying to find a message that wasn’t someone accusing them of betraying their own kind, or some garbage like that. They were trying to fight a bill that forced monsters to stay out of human business altogether, which was probably even worse than having The Barrier in place. Frisk half wanted to walk into the UN Building and release the entire energy of the Green Sun, but they knew that wasn’t going to achieve anything.

Frisk was also being burdened by… Personal issues, too. Like Papyrus, they felt like a bit of them had been taken away when Sans had left. Sans was probably the one doing all the work in the house, to be honest; keeping everyone optimistic and cracking jokes. Sans was the one who made sure everyone stayed sane, and Sans was the one who was there whenever you needed help… Especially with your algebra homework. Frisk snickered for a moment, before the smile died away.

Nobody knew where Chara was either. Only Frisk and Crowbar knew what Chara had become, and now, they were on the loose. Who knew what kind of stuff they were getting into? Were they killing people? Destroying things all across the multiverse? It was so stressful to think about these things; dreams of dying men, and in the centre, a smiling child, claws, talons, tentacles, and a monstrous face staring into their eyes, accusing them of getting them into this mess. Frisk didn’t want to cause a public scene, but the thoughts wer-

Chara rolled their eyes and tapped Frisk and Asriel on the shoulder gently. Asriel nearly jumped out of his skin, and Frisk was already drawing their Caduceus; the thing that Doc Scratch had given them, crackling with white, green and black energy.

“Ch-”

Chara clamped a hand over Asriel’s mouth and patted them on the head gently. Asriel rolled his eyes, and pried Chara’s hand off of his head. Chara reached out, and gently pushed Frisk’s hand back down before they demolished half of the building attempting to “contain” Chara. This could turn ugly very quickly, and they didn’t want to get involved in the entire mess, unlike some people.

”Hey. I know you’ve not seen me in a while, but there’s no need to shout with glee! I know you’re so goddamn excited, but now is not the time or the place.”

Chara winked, and gestured with their thumb towards Asgore and Papyrus, where the latter was asking a bored looking security guard what it took to get into the security force. It seemed that he wanted to join the supermarket police force as a consolation job, replacing his old ambitions to become a member of the now completely irrelevant Royal Guard. Because it had been dissolved. The Royal Guard Dogs were literally an entire section of the military on their own.

”Lose them.”

Asriel raised a hand.

“But we can’t just leave them! And also, where have you been!? We’ve been worried sick over where you were! And not just that, how do we know we can trust you?!”

”Azzy. Fuck you. Does it look like I’m viciously eviscerating a pile of monster corpses and massacring the entire mall? No? Didn’t think so, you ignorant sack of Capra genus shit.”

Frisk asked how they were supposed to leave Asgore and Papyrus.

”Just say you’ve gotta go to the toilet or some shit. I dunno. It’s not my problem, and if you don’t wanna, you know, catch up with your adopted sibling and like, the biggest sack of shit in history, whom you honestly can’t trust in the slightest, being the incarnation of violence itself at one point in time, then yeah. I guess you can just leave, you irresponsible shit-stain.”

Asriel covered his eyes with his ears and hands, embarrassed at seeing Chara again, and trying not to laugh; his cheeks turning a bright pink.

“Chara… Don’t swear!”

”Fuck you. Swear more. It helps when you’re dealing with ignorant piles of garbage. Especially goats.”

Frisk asked why Chara couldn’t just… Come with them?

”Frisk, do you want me to go full-on eldritch abomination on you? You know exactly why! What if the power goes out while we’re having dinner and then suddenly everyone has to deal with a big goddamn octopus thing in the middle of the room?!”

“Besides. I know a better place than that trash MTT Resort that you’re going to. Brand loyalty is pretty great, yeah I get it, but Asgore has never gone to Starbucks. That place has glazed doughnuts, coffee and all-day breakfast. It’s on me. I’ll buy you both a plate of pancakes.”

Frisk had to begrudgingly agree. Honestly, MTT Brand food was total trash, if you could call a literal plastic ornament covered in MTT Brand glitter and dust collected from Mettaton’s joints “food”. The hilarious prices didn’t help either. In fact, it was actually preferable to set up your shop next to MTT. Anyone who went to MTT for their first time always left. Always. And guess where they went? Next door. Consumer laziness was so predictable sometimes.

Asriel still looked apprehensive.

”Look, I won’t take up mu-”

Chara had to pause to drown out Papyrus’ euphoric screaming from across the mall, attracting eyes and attention everywhere. Usually, it would be a great distraction, but they were standing too close to him today.

”SO ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PASS THOSE REQUIREMENTS AND I WILL BE A SECURITY GUARD?”

The security guard, grimacing from the pain of a thousand blaring air horns in their ears, nodded grimly, wondering what kind of monstrosity they had just created. Literally. Chara kept going, their hands over their ears, now shouting over the din of another one of Papyrus’ screams.

”I WON’T TAKE UP TOO MUCH OF YOUR TIME ASRIEL!”

Papyrus seemed to have died down, but was now kneeling on the ground, looking up at the mall’s skylight with his hands in front of his face, looking so happy that it was hard not to be disturbed. Asgore was still standing there, too shocked by his sudden outburst of sound to actually even react.

”You can get back to munching grass out of the back-yard in a few minutes or whatever. I KNOW YOU DO IT ASRIEL!”

Asriel’s cheeks flushed even more, and he pulled his fluffy ears even further over his head.

“Chara! I’m not a literal goat!”

”Well, literal humans sure are pricks, just like monsters say they are by definition! Come on Azzy, let’s go!”

Frisk walked over to a catatonic Asgore and a comatose Papyrus, nearly unconscious from screaming so loudly. They gently whispered in Asgore’s ear that they were leaving. Asgore seemed to mumble something about staying safe, so Frisk decided to leave it at that, and let the paramedics deal with the situation.

“Well I guess that settles that.”

Asriel sighed, wondering what he was going to even say to his… Well, he hesitated to call them his best friend anymore. Chara led them off, having stayed behind a particularly conveniently shaped lamp to hide from Asgore and Papyrus, leading them away to Starbucks.

Starbucks

The oak panelled floor contrasted badly against the marble white and black outside, but at least the shop had the common sense to put up a door with an opaque frame to hide that fact. Inside, the sterile, white and blue lighting was replaced by a dull sepia tint, illuminating black plaster walls covered in dull golden patterns. A big granite countertop took up one corner of the shop, and another half was taken up by a raised platform, about half a metre off the ground, with a railing and canopy and all. The entire thing reeked of lavender and high-brow decorations.

Chara, Frisk and Asriel walked into the relatively empty store; just a bunch of teenagers sitting at a round birch table in one corner, an irregular potted vase of white and blue ceramic filled with tuscan red roses. A bronze-plated chandelier waved about in the air, flickering candles dripping wax into their little containers.

”God. Who the hell still tryhards decorations like this?”

Chara muttered under their breath.

A small inlet in the wall revealed a series of fish, floating and bobbing around listlessly, their tanks full of seaweed and rocks. A row of plants in one enormous rectangular pot, saplings, mushrooms, ferns, they rested on the platform, and above them, there was a partially obscured oil painting; depicting what appeared to be a Temmie riding a dragon. Chara, even for all of their disdain for people who tried too hard to look fancy, still had to admit their interior decorating sense was pretty good. Or at least, better than MTT, which really wasn’t that hard.

Chara approached the countertop, little glass display cases full of cake and coffee illuminated with incandescent LED lights, and they rang a small silver bell, bringing a man polishing a champagne glass from behind the counter. They probably didn’t even need to clean that glass. Pretty much everyone knew they just did that to look fancy.

”Hey, Frisk. What do you want to have?”

Frisk shrugged.

”Okay then. Hey, I’ll have a bowl of chips, a latte and two plates of pancakes. Don’t think I forgot what I said, Frisk.”

The attendant nodded and disappeared round the corner, while everyone sat down on the raised platform at a small square table, sitting in lacquered and ornately carved spruce chairs, pulling them up with a loud scraping and juddering sound. A pot full of dandelions sat on the table, ochre linings and intricate patterns on teal glazed clay. The smell of flora was overpowering.

”So, Frisk. It’s been a long time. But… Well; first I’ve got some things that I have to get off my chest. I’m…. I’m not sure if I’m coming home with you. I mean, sure, only you know… What happened, and Asriel, don’t ask what happened. I mean, come on. Every time the lights go out, do I have to run out the front door before I demolish half the house?”

“I don’t really know what to say, other than… Well, I kind of need to drink blood, or eat monster dust now to survive, and I’m fairly certain that already qualifies me as “not fit to live with other people”, since I require DETERMINATION now to survive. It’s pretty fucked up, yeah, I know.”

“Oh, thanks for the food.”

The waiter passed their ordered unmetabolized proteins and biological consumables over, sliding them onto the table.

”So uhh…. I’m not sure why I’m here really. Maybe it was just to say hi!? Maybe I’m just… Kind of obsessed with you. Who knows? Certainly not me, but, I guess I just kind of want to know your opinion on what comes next. Do I just try to pretend nothing happened?”

Both Asriel and Frisk stared at Chara like a startled deer staring at the headlights of a speeding car about to slam into them. it didn't take a genius to know that those two did not take what Chara told them well at all. Asriel began to laugh; of all things. It was low, nervous and sounded somewhat forced, almost as if he was inheriting his fraternal inheritance of “laughing the pain away”.

It was clear that Asriel was deeply uncomfortable with what they heard and was trying to lighten the mood just so that they could feel better; even if it was for a short while. Their attempt produced nothing short of more tension, as a thick, tense, air hung around the three children like a possessive spirit that wanted to make its presence known; the spectre of trauma that they all shared. Asriel chuckled lightly, eyes darting back and forth nervously

"Okay Chara, I know you like morbid stuff, but that was too morbid even for you."

Asriel won't lie that they thought of Chara as a cold, unfeeling, twisted demon of a child sometimes because of their actions in the past timeline, but them being some sort of eldritch abominations that eats blood, dust and determination? Frisk turned to Asriel and asked if he really thinks that Chara is joking.

Asriel was never going to admit it, but they could never lie to themselves that they sometimes thought of Chara as the cold, unfeeling, twisted demon of a child that everyone seemed to associate with them due to their previous actions. The status quo was hard to dispense with, and Asriel felt horrible for thinking of them that way, but now, it just seemed as if it was justified. But… This was just too much. Now Chara was some kind of… Eldritch Abomination? One that ate blood, dust and DETERMINATION? Frisk turned to Asriel, and asked him timidly whether he thought Chara was joking. Asriel confirmed the negative.

“I… I don’t know.”

Asriel admitted, looking down at the table as the waiter slid a cup of strong-smelling golden flower tea in front of Asriel, and passed a light cappuccino with extra sugar to Frisk.

Asriel admitted quietly. He looked down at the green tinted water, little leaves swirling around in the freshly boiled water. Chara slid his plate of pancakes over, as well as one to Frisk; tanned slabs of dough slathered in cream, butter and cherry jam. It was an inopportune time to be sure, but hey. Who was going to eat it? Chara wasn’t going to let hard-earned money go to waste. They weren’t going to let the money they stole go to waste. Somebody had worked hard for that gold… And their blood, too.

“I know that Chara wouldn’t lie about something like this, but at the same time… I sort of want to… Deny everything I heard.”

Asriel still hated Chara for what happened in the past timelines; the alternate universes, even though they knew that wasn’t them… But even so, they still couldn’t bring themselves to stop hating them, or to hate them completely. They couldn’t hate their best friend, and they couldn’t stop hating a monster of their magnitude. Frisk met their eyes, turning their head slightly, their arms crossed on the table, hunching forward. They met eyes for a moment, and realised that this was the reality that they had to deal with.

Frisk could sympathise with how Asriel thought of Chara, but they still didn’t want to… Hate anyone. Even Flowey. They forgave Asriel for everything he did while he was Flowey, even though he was the same person, so why couldn’t they forgive Chara? Mind you, a Chara who had never been involved with all of those genocides at all? They felt like a monster. Maybe they were blaming Chara, just to hide their guilt over knowing that they, in those alternate timelines, drove the entire Underground to extinction? Maybe their hatred of Chara was their hatred of themselves? They didn’t want to think about it.

Frisk slowly embedded their fork in one of the pancakes, forming a little indentation; bubbles of butter oozing out; the pile slowly sinking downwards. It seemed the teenagers had left. Asriel took a tentative sip of his tea, feeling the burning liquid go down his throat. Frisk looked up at Chara, and sat a little straighter, their bowl-cut messier and more unkempt than normal; a by-product of sleepless nights. Frisk wished that those nightmares had been out of concern for Chara, but they knew in reality, those horrible dreams were out of nothing but pure fear and hate. They hated themselves.

Frisk laid a hand on Chara’s, and quietly told them that they couldn’t just pretend that nothing happened. They too had too many memories and mementos; physical and mental from The Warrens, to just forget everything that happened; the death, the chaos, the things that they’d seen. Frisk didn’t dare mention anything about their memories of genocide Chara, and honestly, deep down, they knew that it was all their fault. Countless timelines doomed because they were “curious”.

Frisk wracked their brains for answers to the conundrum of how they were going to fix Chara, but nothing came up. They told Chara though, in one bold statement, that Chara could… Feast on their blood. That Chara could drink some of Frisk’s blood, and absorb some of their DETERMINATION, should they begin craving others’. Frisk looked into Chara’s eyes with a steely gaze, affirming that it wasn’t up for debate.

“Frisk! Are you nuts!?”

Asriel hissed in shock, pushing his chair away from the table, and standing up, accidentally spilling his cup of tea. He was too livid and shocked to care though.

“Wh- What?! How can you just realise what Chara has become!? You know about the “incident” that happened in The Warrens too! That’s even more reason for you to not trust them than me! What if they kill you?! What if they’re… What if they’re not safe?! Even if they’re telling the truth, we can’t guarantee that!”

Asriel was trying not to cause a scene, and quietly mopped up his spilled tea with a napkin, having executed his entire tangent without so much as raising his voice above a whisper. One of the staff muttered something about kids being retarded, noisy brats, and went back to polishing that cup until it was nothing more than sparkly, bleached dust. Chara was tempted to complain, but they knew that this wasn’t the time nor the place.

“We don’t know how much Chara might need! We do-”

Frisk clamped a hand over Asriel’s mouth, staring at them coldly; warning them to be silent. Chara just sighed, and took a long swig of their coffee, downing the entire thing in one go; the searing liquid much too hot for anyone normal to drink; but Chara was different now. Asriel wanted to go on, but he knew that the next thing he was going to say… It was completely unthinkable. He simply stared at Chara, and made them know exactly how he feeled about the whole thing.

Frisk sighed, and began chastising Asriel; saying that he was the reason that Chara nearly killed themselves, and that the entire thing had just gone to hell. Frisk was well and truly angry now, hissing under their breath, locking Asriel’s eyes with a death-glare that would make even a weeping angel worried for its own existence: those unwavering, unblinking eyes.

Frisk ranted on about how Asriel was the one who was wrong here; and how it was their choice, not theirs, on whether they would allow Chara to feed off of them or not. They asked Asriel if they were willing to let dozens, maybe even thousands die, just so Asriel could keep Frisk. Frisk told Asriel that they were cowardly; that they were selfish for thinking that Frisk was their to keep or something. They knew they were being unnecessarily cruel, but they were absolutely furious at Asriel by this point.

Frisk asked Asriel if they trusted their best friend. Frisk called Asriel Flowey; called them nothing better than one of those xenophobic humans on the surface who hated anything that they feared. Frisk told Asriel that they were stupid; retarded; nothing more than a scared child lashing out at anything they thought was even remotely dangerous.

Asriel held up one hand, and began to retort, their voice slowly rising from a talking tone; tranquil fury, to a pitch and wail that resounded across the room.

“I know that wasn’t Chara, Frisk! This one is even worse! I’m not going to let you die! What happens if you do?! What, do humans and monsters go back to war?! Chara is… Chara is my friend, but this thing isn’t Chara! I don’t… I just don’t! I can’t! They’re a liability! You’re accusing me of being selfish, but you’re letting your forgiveness get in the way of logic! You can’t just say that something like this thing, this thing… It doesn’t even regret it! It’s filled with Daeva energy! Don’t you remember what happened to Asgore?! Frisk! They’re dangerous!”

Asriel whipped around to Chara.

“You’re not my friend! You’re not Chara! You’re some monster! I knew what Chara was like, and you’re not like them! Chara was never the best person, but you’re just a monster! Yo- Argh! I hate you! I hate you and everything you are! I hate you!”

Asriel ran out of the cafe, turning a corner and running blindly down the mall, realising he was causing a ruckus, but not care. He felt horrible. He remembered what had happened last time they had started shouting at Chara. Images of entering the house to find everyone sitting grimly in the foyer; Chara’s blood, and a knife, lying on the floor; not knowing where they were; seeing everyone worried sick. They could barely meet Frisk’s eyes. They wanted to go back already, but what’s done is done. They had to live with the consequences now. They barely registered Papyrus and Asgore up ahead, looking over from the security job-application desk.

Chara began laughing slightly watching Asriel disappear around the corner, shuddering in their seat, mouth wide open and eyes curved backwards as if in internal agony. But in reality…. Chara began talking to Asriel and Frisk telepathically, a thin signal entering their brains; communicating on some basic level.

”I expected that. I’m fine with that. Hate me if you want Asriel. I stopped caring long ago. Call me a monster if you will, because I am a monster. You’re justified, but that won’t stop me. I’m here to talk to Frisk. I came here for Frisk. Not for you, not for me.

Chara reclined in their chair, and looked up at Frisk casually. They smiled for a few seconds, before it drooped into a sad, melancholy frown. They buried their head in their hands, and propped their elbows on the table with a loud bang; the sound of jangling cutlery and ceramic resounding through the silent, empty room. The waiter had apparently decided to leave, which was good.

”I can’t fucking do this anymore. Jesus christ. I have to pretend that I’m not hurt, just so they can feel a little bit better about themselves. I honestly… Just don’t mind. I kind of… Want to give up honestly, and let them forget about me. But, I can’t just rip myself away from you Frisk. I hate that I just can’t seem to let you get on with your life and just… Be happy.”

Frisk sat down, for a moment, before suddenly darting up, their eyes full of excitement and glee; contrasting with the previous mood. Chara couldn’t help but smile as well.

”Frisk. Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face now.”

Frisk quickly said to Chara that they thought they had an idea. They told Chara about Doc Scratch, and told them about the Horrorterrors. If anything was going to work, then it was going to be them. Even if they had nothing to do with The Daevas, maybe… Maybe they were powerful enough to help anyway. Chara decided to spare their feelings; make sure that Frisk’s happiness and enthusiasm didn’t go to waste.

”I’ve never seen you this happy and optimistic before Frisk… I’m in.”

Frisk felt more energetic than they’d ever been since the whole debacle back in The Warrens. Their DETERMINATION was overflowing now; their Hope cascading; thoughts of saving Chara and bringing them back into the family; pushing away all of their doubts and fears. They’d never felt so euphoric in their entire life.

Frisk grabbed Chara’s hand and pulled them up, standing, and nearly dashing out of the door without paying for their food. A glance from the waiter however made Frisk reconsider. They returned to their seat and wolfed down both their share, and Asriel’s share of pancakes, finished the drinks and grabbed Chara, running out of the store as a very confused Chara threw a pile of coins onto the counter haphazardly.

”Keep the change!”

The two children weaved past stores and shoppers; Frisk smiling happily and barely holding back a yell of joy. Chara meanwhile, played the act of the very confused and bewildered companion, simply letting Frisk drag them by the wrist, floating gently over the ground, their feet suspended by wreaths of black fire. Honestly, who was going to notice? And it felt good to flaunt their powers; making everyday tasks so much easier...

Frisk knew that they had to find somewhere to summon the Horrorterrors in safety. If anyone here saw them, they’d start a riot and probably panic. Frisk couldn’t have even more humans accusing monsters of attacking or something; especially since humans vastly outnumbered monsters in terms of population, considering monsters lost a war, lived in a tiny, confined underground space, and also tended to die a lot younger than normal. Frisk led Chara out into the streets, the howling wind and dismal rain soaking into their bones and sweater, but sort of just leaving a dull feeling of warmth. God. Daeva powers were so weird and useful sometimes.

Frisk dragged Chara round into an alley, watching cars through the rain; only their headlights barely visible in the mist, before Frisk grabbed their hand, and teleported away; a bright flash of green fire coalescing into the two children in the old park where they’d first met The Warrens. This place brought back bad memories, but it was the most opportune location available at the moment. Frisk quickly pulled out their wand, which Doc Scratch liked to refer to as “The Caduceus”, and began to carve intricate glowing white patterns and runes into the ground, black thorns and green fire mingling with it; concentric white circles; patches of green fire and black wreaths of flame forming an enormously complex ritual circle.

After a few minutes, Frisk stepped back, and held the wand in the air like a conductor, their eyes closed, before they flashed white, green and black for a moment, and they began to move.

Asgore and Papyrus

Papyrus slammed his fists on the job-application table; sending pens, mementos and the security officer behind the desk flying.

”NYEH! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD LIKE TO APPLY FOR A JOB AS A MALL SECURITY OFFICER!”

The lithe female officer behind the desk adjusted their glasses, brushing a lock of brown hair from their pale face and, with quite a bit of apprehension, arranged their papers, cleaned up their desk, clasped their hands in front of them, leaned forward, and sighed.

“Sir. You actually have to submit an application in advance. We can’t just interview you, and even then, we need a police check.”

”Umm… Where exactly do we get this application?”

The officer sighed, the room behind them filled with the sound of mechanical printers; lit up by rows and rows of loosely hanging, creaky fluorescent lights. The blue and grey paint job really didn’t fit in well with the rest of the mall; white, beige and bleached; but they made it work somehow.

“Well, if your friend hadn’t jumbled up all of my papers, ma-”

Papyrus slammed down 12 pages of fully filled out job application forms, including five pages of qualifications and motives for joining the force.

”DOES THIS COUNT!?”

The officer sighed. They probably had to deal with idiots like this every second damn day. Actually, scratch that. Every second.

“Yes, sir. Now; please proceed to the interview room.”

”NYEH!”

Asgore barely even saw Papyrus moving before he was already at the door; slamming it open and barging in, looking around maniacally for the interviewer.

“How the hell did he get in there so fast? Okay, nevermind. Sir! I’ll be your interviewer today! Just wait a moment!”

The officer shuffled a sheaf of papers under their desk; the sound of clacking plastic pens and wooden pencils audible against the constant whirr of the far out-dated computer technology installed in the station. Asgore found it quite strange that the average household had a better computer than most banks and major public service centres. The officer grabbed a roll of duct-tape and re-attached the door into the station; a solid steel-reinforced door, torn from its hinges in Papyrus’ zeal.

“Hello sir. My name is Katherine. Thank you for comi-”

”YES MY NAME IS PAPYRUS THANK YOU FOR COMING TODAY TO INTERVIEW ME! I AM VERY THANKFUL FOR YOU COMING ALONG!”

The officer looked quizzically at Asgore, standing in the corner of the room. The king of The Underground shrugged, and waved his hand like someone who’d grown used to Papyrus’ antics long ago.

“So, your name is Papy-”

”YES.”

“And, what are your qualifications? We have very high standards in our security force, since this is one of the main hubs of human-monster civilian interacti-”

”YOU HAVE HIGH STANDARDS?! WELL, I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I CAN MAKE SPAGHETTI! LOADS AND LOADS OF FINE SPAGHETTI! SOMEDAY I SHALL BECOME THE GREATEST SPAGHETTI CONNOISSEUR IN THE UNDERGROUND!”

“...”

“Yes. Interesting, sir. Now, are you sure you want to join the mall security force, and not Papa Pollici’s Pasta Post next door?”

”YES! I WANT TO BE A PART OF THE ROYAL MALL SECURITY GUARD! ALSO, PAPA POLLICI’S IS ONE OF MY RIVALS. I’D NEVER DO BUSINESS WITH THEM!”

“You seem to have some… Eccentricities… I think you might want to leave, sir.”

”OH ALSO THIS MAN HERE IN THE ROOM IS ASGORE DREEMURR, KING OF THE UNDERGROUND! I USED TO BE A PART OF THE ROYAL GUARD AND I MET AND CONTINUALLY DEFEATED THE FALLEN HUMAN WHEN THEY ARRIVED IN THE UNDERGROUND, THOUGH THEY KEPT ON ESCAPING.”

“I HAVE RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE LEADER OF THE MONSTER ARMY, UNDYNE, AND ALSO AM BROTHERS WITH THE ROYAL SCIENTISTS SANS AND GASTER! I AM GOOD FRIENDS WITH THE HEIR TO THE THRONE AND THE QUEEN, HAVE MET THE FALLEN ANGEL WHO WAS THE FIRST HUMAN TO FALL DOWN, USED TO BE HIGHER RANKING THAN EVERYONE BUT UNDYNE IN THE ROYAL GUARD BEFORE IT WAS DISBANDED!”

“Sir, if this was a less professional environment then I’d ask for your autograph. If it was a situation in which I was drunk and also had a hangover, then I’d say you’re overqualified. If I was sane, like I am now, I’d say that you’ve just listed down an entire list of qualifications as a civil worker, but literally none for the mall security force, other than having “recommendations” from Undyne, who if I understand correctly, is a very close friend.”

”NYEH! BUT I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!”

The officer shared a quick glance at Asgore, before sighing.

“Okay, fine. You’re in the force.”

It would take them thousands of dollars to replace all of the windows in the supermarket, and buy everyone hearing aids.

Asgore staggered out of the store, a blank look on his face, Papyrus striding out in front; wearing his “battle body” and showing off his new badge to everybody; a literal sticky note on his chest saying; “Mall security”. Asgore sighed, and watched as Papyrus went through all the gesticulations and overt exaggerations of “vigilance”, leaning comically far and holding a hand over his head, squinting until his eye sockets began to make strange cracking noises, peering at everybody who came past; scrutinizing their every detail.

”Papyru-”

”QUIET MISTER DREEMURR! I AM HERE ON OFFICIAL BUSINESS! I AM CURRENTLY ON THE LOOKOUT FOR ANYONE WHO WOULD DARE TO TRANSGRESS AGAINST MY JURISDICTION OF THIS SECTION OF THE MALL! ALL CRIMINALS SHALL RUE THE DAY THEY CROSSED THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I SHALL SOLVE THEIR PROBLEMS WITH SPAGHETTI AND THEN I WILL LOCK THEM IN OUR GARAGE UNTIL THEY SAY SORRY!”

Toriel, Kayla and The Cynosure

The smell of over-polished wood was overpowering; like some cloud of soap and bleach lingering in the air. Gaudy music played over the intercom, spewing words that, if taken too literally, were simply… Well… Depressing, to say the least.

”I’m sorry baby, but I ain’t gonna go, anywhere! What’s there to say and what’s there to do? I’ve only got you, my baby blue! But… You ain’t gonna stay true!

Kayla sighed, being forced to walk among these plebeians in this pedestrian fashion superstore. How fucking stereotypical was it? How goddamn cliche was it, for two random female characters and their “child” to be walking through this crappy superstore while they exchange sitcom style banter between each-other? This was all just fucking mind games. Kayla knew that Toriel knew that this whole place was getting on Kayla’s nerves. The Cynosure probably knew too, but they just stayed silent and played the part of the bored child.

The Cynosure smiled inconspicuously, and embedded a message into Kayla’s subconscious; making it seem as if it was her own thought. They loved to play pranks, and to pretend that they didn’t. Passive aggression or not, it was still fun to play mind games with people who fancied themselves as being psychologists.

”Toriel doesn’t have good memories about wearing a mumu. People used to make fun of her for wearing it. You should give her one to get on her nerves.”

”Hey. This looks nice.”

Kayla pulled an emu dangler for the car roof out of a nearby rack, knowing full well that The Cynosure had told them to get a mumu. They smiled internally; their actual thoughts hidden. The Cynosure frowned in annoyance and re-asserted the message.

”I think it’ll work marvellously. You can just swing it around in broad daylight, and it’ll look wonderful.”

Toriel knew full well that The Cynosure and Kayla were playing a game. Kayla would have gotten a mumu to get on her nerves. Kayla had heard about it before from Sans. Toriel smiled as she sent those thoughts out towards The Cynosure, hiding their actual thoughts of passive glee.

“Sure! I think that’ll fit well in the car.”

Toriel knew that Kayla had overlooked how expensive the emu actually was. Now, they had to buy the 30 dollar tiny plush. They smiled sweetly, and knew for a fact that Kayla’d be the one pulling out the money tonight.

”Oh! So are you paying?”

“Yeah, of course dear!”

Toriel scrounged around in her bag for a moment, before coming out empty handed; actually having their credit card with them, but not telling Kayla.

“Oh. Sorry! I forgot my credit card. Can I borrow some money from you?”

Kayla knew Toriel had no intentions of paying back the money they borrowed.

”Of course! Here, have some money.”

The Cynosure decided to help Kayla. They silently, telepathically communicated with Toriel.

”Toriel. Kayla is playing mind games. She’s going to guilt trip you by revealing that it’s actually her birthday today, and that you forgot. Buy her a gift. Quickly.”

Toriel, of course, didn’t believe The Cynosure one bit. But, in any case, they grabbed a free little Chinese ornament off of a nearby shelf. They walked towards the counter; Kayla holding an emu, and Toriel holding a chinese lantern.

“So I guess you’re paying?”

”I sure am.”

Toriel gently tapped Kayla’s emu; a thin sliver of fire burning through the soft downy fabric of the emu. Kayla’s hand went up, and slowly but surely, Toriel’s wallet slid out of their wallet, and gently deposited itself on the ground in complete silence. Toriel knew that Kayla was going to point it out. Kayla deposited the emu on the table, and gasped in mock shock, looking at the destroyed emu figure; knowing full well Toriel had done it.

”Hey! This product is broken! What kind of shop do you run here?”

The Cynosure slid up and over Kayla, changing their figure subtly so that if they ever decided to return, nobody would recognise them. It never hurt to embarrass their eternal nemesis, and it never hurt to avoid getting kicked out of the mall themselves. A bored looking clerk with square glasses came over, looking down at the emu, and profusely apologised. Kayla began shouting ever louder and louder with each apology.

”What kind of terrible service do you have?! I want to talk to your manager! I absolutely refuse to shop here ever again! What a disgrace! This entire ramshackle establishment should be razed to the ground and reestablished where it belongs; in the slums!”

Toriel realised that Kayla’s plan had been a bluff all along. Kayla finished pouting, and pulled Toriel out of the store; grabbing them by the hand and shoulder; escorting them and making sure everyone saw that they were with them. Toriel sighed in frustration. They stood outside, next to a glowing advertising board, and Toriel slammed a fifty dollar note into Kayla’s palm; their shining, stupid human smile infuriating to look at.

“Ten points for me still. You’ve still got two to catch up on!”

Kayla smiled, and waved their finger in Toriel’s face.

”I think in your anger, you forgot something very important.”

Kayla held up Toriel’s bank card. Toriel’s hand shot to their pocket, where they had sneaked their wallet into while Kayla wasn’t looking, and quickly realised that the familiar set of numbers etched into the leather indentation was missing. They glared at Kayla, realising they were now on equal terms.

”Sorry miss! But your entire bank account was just nullified and declared lost! Good luck getting the entire royal treasury back!”

Kayla sauntered off as Toriel, now calm and collected as usual, followed them to sit down next to a potted, cactus; Kayla leaning back on the large recliner black leather couch, and Toriel sighing, before sitting with a composed posture.

“You’re going to damage your back, sitting like that.”

”As it turns out, mum, I could just as easily heal or replace my back as you could lose track of your children!”

Kayla looked to their left, predicting that by now Asriel would be chasing Papyrus down the hall; accusing them of leaving chocolate coins in the place of their actual pocket money… Just a moment… If this failed, then Kayla was going to eat their hat, and their psychological doctorate’s degree.

Asriel didn’t show up. Damn.

”Okay fine. You win.”

Kayla gave Toriel ten dollars, and sighed, realising Toriel had just won their little battle of mind games, before fulfilling their end of the bet, and posting “I’m a stupid piece of shit” on their Instragram.

The Cynosure flowed off of Kayla’s face, before tapping Toriel on the shoulder.

”Check your Twitter account.”

Toriel didn’t even need to check, before realising that The Cynosure had hacked into their Twitter account, and posted the message on there, instead of on Instragram. Toriel sighed in frustration and pulled out their phone, fulfilling their end of the bargain by posting it… Again. Kayla looked over, and looked at Toriel’s head; turned away dismissively.

”What?”

“You know what. You’re a psychologist, remember? A psychologist with a pet mind-reader. Just get them to transcribe the whole thing.”

”You know what? Don’t even think. Let me just predict the entire conversation in advance.”

Kayla cleared her throat, before continuing.

”So, Kayla? Why did you leave The Warrens? You had a pretty nice life cut out for you. You were happy, you had money, you had… Well, you had sort of pseudo-friends. So why’d you come and join us?”

“Well, Toriel, that’s because I just felt… What I was doing was wrong, alright? I never liked the things I had to do, but when Chara and The Cynosure got involved, I sort of just… Snapped.”

“But you’re a psychopath. Has anyone ever told you that? Of course they have. You told you that yourself. I diagnosed it on my own by the way. But I know you, and I know that you’d also realise it as well, and probably unnecessarily pretend-berate yourself over it every night in front of the mirror for some reason.”

“Yeah, and I’m a chronic alcoholic too. I realise that all of those emotions were just me putting on an act; even to myself, because for fuck sake, I’m a psychopath. I’d know that better than anyone else. Even my actions in leaving The Warrens were because I was playing into my own act.”

“Then why make a point out of it? If you act like it, you may as well be like it. If I act like I’m Asgore in every way, then for all intents and purposes, I am Asgore. What gives?”

“Toriel. I make a deal out of it because it’s also a part of my act. Not even to mention, I’d know that better than anyone. Philosophy is one of my strong suits you idiot.”

“Kayla, nobody cares. You’re just going on this huge tangent to sound smart.”

“And you just said “Tangent” to sound smart.”

Kayla turned to The Cynosure.

”So how did I go?”

”Pretty decently. You missed out on the correct enunciation of “alright” though. Toriel would say “right”. Other than that, it was a perfect transcription of what would have happened if you had talked, had the psychological effects of this exercise not come into play.”

“Actually, it would have happened like that anyway. We both know that each of us, even if we knew that wasn’t how it was going to happen, would still do it, knowing that the other knew, just to be extra passive aggressive.”

”Fuck. You’re so much fun to talk with.”

“Shut up. You’re just pretending to like me like any psychopath would to fit in.”

”No arguments there, Tori.”

Everyone reclined lazily, and let their arms droop on the couch, staring up at the skylight; dark sky lit up by brief flashes of lightning. The light drizzle left little raindrops flowing off of the slanted glass. The Cynosure noticed a silhouette, as did Kayla and Toriel, since they weren’t fucking blind. They already knew who it was. Nobody particularly cared.

[Hank J Wimbleton]

Cynthia

She really had no idea why she was standing here.

Of course, there were several possible reasons. Maybe, she wanted to watch these… Creatures

more, to find out what they were like.

Unlikely.

Or, possibly, they had been impressed by their powers, and were staying to investigate.

Equally unlikely.

The most probable reason, Cynthia knew, was that the AI didn’t want to leave the target. She could feel it now, wriggling in the back of her mind, trapped by a complex net of thoughts, emotions and memories.

That didn’t mean that it couldn’t do anything, of course. It just meant that a full-out assault on her bodily functions was unlikely.

Cynthia stood on the precipice; the steel girder underneath her stooped hands and legs, her wiring thankfully waterproofed and insulated to stop any stereotypical electrical short-circuits. She knew for a fact that the AI was just staying quiet to sneak some messages into her subconscious. It was what it did for a job, for goodness sake.

Cynthia sighed, mostly because it annoyed the AI. Or at least, it seemed like it. Logically, Cynthia knew that computers couldn’t get annoyed, but… Maybe she’d just lived it the same head as this AI for too long.

It was getting rather dreary, up here, with only her thoughts and an computer for company. What Cynthia really wanted to do was leave. Leave this world, this universe, make her way back to her origin, and make the Overseers pay.

Not that she knew where the origin was of course. And she was as likely to wrangle it out of the AI as the AI was to let her leave the target, not even mentioning that it was with intentions which completely conflicted with all of it’s programming.

She sat there for a few more minutes. She looked down at The Cynosure, and began to have some pretty thoughts. Why didn’t she show them that she was friendly now? She’d just have to reach them, and gently remove their arms from their shoulders. That was what friends did for each other, right? What if she just friendlily eviscerated their allies? That sounded like real fun! Cynthia grabbed her sword, and smiled. She was going to beat this AI once and for all. She was going to spite it so hard, and show these guys such a friendly time that it was going to short circuit!

Cynthia leaped through the window and swooped down silently, blade poised to nicely strike The Cynosure right through the heart.

Shards of glass rained down from the skylight, along with the now unleashed full fury of nature’s vendetta against warmth and comfort. Thin flickers and flashes of bright yellow light on the edges of the tinted green glass; the sudden, indescribable smell of rain. A gust of frigid air swept in; frost coating the glass and the edge; slowly creeping in, along with the moisture. Rain turned to snow slowly as far in the distance, a child danced while the spectator watched; enraptured by the waltz.

The Cynosure decided to have a little fun. Turning transparent, they remained visible to Cynthia’s incredible senses, but not human vision. Kayla and Toriel simply sighed, knowing already what was coming. Cynthia immediately plunged their sword into thin air, and stuck, and grappled with something invisible, before being pushed backwards, and falling two stories down onto the ground; their heavy metal body cracking the black and white checkerboard tiles below, just like their gaudy stupid work-shirt that, to be honest, was pretty much the most irreconcilable thing ever with the rest of their cyborg aesthetic.

Cynthia ran through the store, chasing the invisible Cynosure, jumping through a hot-dog stand and spilling ketchup onto the floor. They ran through a room full of screaming shoppers as they toppled clothing racks and smashed mirrors. They swung their sword through the air; cleaving a concrete pillar in half and kept going; shoulder barging straight through a wall; leaving a hole full of plaster dust and wooden splinters. They jumped onto a metal railing overlooking the floor three storeys below, and jumped forward hard enough to tear the railing out of its nailed-down position on the ground; tearing up the tiles they were connected to, along with the mortar around their edges.

Cynthia twirled and pirouetted through the air, and elbow-slammed through the roof of an aquarium; tumbling into the water tank and smashing the window; letting out a torrent of water onto a small crowd of children and adults, before barging past them and leaping upwards and creating another hole.

This continued until Cynthia made the grave mistake of trying to defy the law of Papyrus’ area of jurisdiction. There had been enough of this tomfoolery. What kind of sick fuck would do this? What kind of heinous villain would ever dare to commit such a treacherous crime against all of humanity’s trust and faith in the world? Someone was going to pay, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be in money. Papyrus rolled up his sleeves, and threw his chocolate cigarette onto the ground; grinding it into the floor with a red-boot covered foot, and spat on the ground, pulled a hair out of their mouth, and leaning forward as if about to start running; a series of bright blue bones wreathed in cyan flame floating around him.

The hum of Gaster Blasters filled the room as he faced off against Cynthia. The smell of ozone, and the stench of criminal vermin stunk. It reeked. It was a miasma that would make any law-abiding citizen’s nose run foul with high-pressure vomit. This had to stop now. Papyrus took a step forward, and swung one hand forward; bringing the entire fleet of bones forward; standing side-on to Cynthia, and flinging one hand out as if commanding an army to attack. He barked into his radio and screamed for backup; the sound of explosions and haphazard beams of light acting as precursors to half of the visible storefronts collapsing.

Papyrus fired wave after wave of attack; barraging Cynthia with the power of justice. The power of the law. The power of the hopes and dreams of every shopper who had ever lived. He yelled in fury and rage as he brought down the criminal scum who had dared to do something like this. He screamed in frustration and pounded the floor on his knees, cracking the tiles and screeching out into space as a volley of Blasters fired again and again; the sheer exertion cracking their frames. Papyrus didn’t stop until they shattered. He looked up; tears in his eyes; as if he was pleading with Chara to stop. He felt so betrayed by Cynthia. How dare they. How dare they desecrate the tranquility of the mall like this?!

This mall was a place for celebration; not more suffering. He stood in the ruins of a desecrated monument. The looming sentinels of the great marble pillars loomed over him, as slowly, little flakes of snow descended. They reminded him of Snowdin. He thought back to Sans, and clenched his fist. He vowed he would never let something like this happen again. He promised that he’d never let anyone suffer like he had this day. He promised, to every single unborn child, whose face would bring you to tears, that he would protect them, not matter the cost. Damn the price. This mall needed protection. And who was going to give it that, if all order was shattered?

Who would be the watchful monolith in the night?

Who was going to be the innocent, in the world of guilty?

Who would stand between the darkness and the pure?

Who would be the merciful arbiter who would fend off the hordes?

Who would weep the tears and bleed the blood that otherwise the people would have to sacrifice?

Who would protect these people, when nobody else could, or would?

The Cynosure was quite disturbed at just how brooding Papyrus was, after little more than a series of minor mall-guideline transgressions. Maybe this hadn’t been suc-

”Fuck off.”

A wave of fire extended outwards; obliterating everything in a fifty metre radius; including Cynthia, and the blade they had just embedded in The Cynosure’s back. Way to ruin a fucking melancholy moment of extreme character progression, jackass. Maybe they’d have become Batman or something. Who knows? Maybe Sans would have been the Robin to Papyrus! Holy shit, just imagine Papyrus using the batmobile or something. It would be so fucking hilarious! Ahahahahaha! Okay, back to writing guys. Ahem….

Kayla and Toriel emerged from the dust and ruins, looking at Papyrus staring at a crater in the ground; tears slowly trickling down his face. He wiped them away. He had to be strong. He had to be the person that everyone was going to look up to. Even when he was dead inside; even when he was hurt; he had to be strong for them. He had to protect them unto death, and even then, his legacy would have to ensure their safety. His duty as a mall cop fulfilled to the people, he slowly walked away. He never looked back.

”Okay. What in the actual fuck just happened?”

Asgore emerged, coughing, from the rubble, and met with everyone else gathering around Papyrus. Cynthia was lying on the ground; wires sparking and one of their ocular organs sparking slightly. They got back up in about twelve seconds and twenty milliseconds. A bit slower than usual, but hey. That’s what you get when you’re so filled with cognitive dissonance that you physically cannot even decide what kind of coffee to choose.

Toriel, Kayla, Asgore, Papyrus, Cynthia and The Cynosure stood there… They just stood.

Asriel; dried tears on his face came running up. Little frayed tufts of white fur fluttered in the cold, gusty wind. Snowflakes fell and melted on his skin. Everybody looked over to the little goat child. He had bad news to deliver.

“Mum, dad! It’s Frisk and Chara! Chara’s here! Chara… Chara’s…”

Everyone turned suddenly to watch an enormous beam of black, white and green energy in the distance; exploding in a brilliant flash of radiance.

“That’s them…”

Frisk

Frisk danced and moved like water; the glow of the runes and patterns slowly flaring. They weaved beams of light and threads of fire through the air. They stood on one leg, and tapped a point in the air; a series of bright, multi-coloured fractal cracks splaying out in all directions. The clouds overhead began to precipitate snow. As they danced, they began to glow. An aura of multi-coloured energy surrounded them, and weaved behind them like a ribbon. Little sparks of incredibly condensed energy sparked off of them. Arcs of yellow and green electricity sprang in all directions; pulsating and undulating in radius and size with Frisk’s power.

Frisk began to shine too brightly for the eye to even behold directly. Soon, they were a figure coated in blinding light. Wherever they went; an ethereal trail of little sparks and after images followed. Wherever they went, they left little ghostly imprints behind; showcasing their elegant waltz frame by frame. The scene was exhilarating and yet solemn. The air sang with the song of true power, as two enormous angels flew around Frisk; their serpentine bodies twisting and coiling around them like the snakes upon Hermes’ mythological Caduceus. Frisk’s own Caduceus beamed with barely controlled energy, and everything began to sink away. The dark night sky was enveloped by white light, and they sank into the darkness as the darkness sank into them.

A single, enormous purple eye peered out of the runic circle; gazing upwards. It was an eldritch oculus. Chara met its eye for only a moment, and then they were enraptured by its gaze. They stared into the unknowable abyss, as the void stared back. A faint chant began to sound from the mouths of countless abominations from beyond the veil; accompanying Frisk’s dance. Frisk’s eyes were closed; oblivious to the swirling energies and dark thorns around them; irresolute and blurry. And in a flash of green light, they were gone.

Frisk woke up dazed and on the ground, with barely a memory to remember. This hadn’t gone as planned. They sat in a bed of golden flowers; rolling, golden hills, with the sun shining overhead. The tufts of lime green grass underneath the infinite expanse of bright yellow were nearly invisible. Frisk looked around in a dazed state; their Caduceus nowhere to be seen. Frisk looked around. They didn’t remember anything. Who they were, where they were. Chara knew this just by looking at that blank face of theirs.

”Frisk? Are you alright?”

Empty white eyes stared back. Frisk’s sclera were covered in black and green. Their iris glowed white, and wisps of faint smoke seeped out of the corners of their eyes. They opened their mouth to speak, and nothing came out but a small stream of black flame. They shut their mouth again; mute and devoid of any memories at all.

”Who am I kidding? You’re not alright.”

Chara tried to reach out with their mind; grow their wings again; anything. Nothing happened. It seemed as if they’d been purged of anything that they’d had before.

”Scratch…”

Chara felt the gentle tendrils of omniscience at the edges of their mind. They already knew who was responsible, if only because they had already told them.

”You change this back right now! Where are we?! What did you do?!”

I’m not at liberty to disclose that. Why don’t you practise peace for a while? I think that it would feel nice… But how should I know? I cannot do the things you can do; only experience them in full vividness through thought. I do not have the liberty and the curse of being able to forget things. I can only imagine the experience in perfect clarity. And the same applies to discovering what has happened. I think that it will be a pleasant experience.

”Pleasant experience my ass! You get back here you sick fuck! You put us here! Get us out! You piece of shit!”

But nobody came...

Chara picked up Frisk by the shoulders; Frisk’s body weak and frail; barely able to stand up for themselves. Chara leant Frisk against their shoulders, and peered into the distance. Far away, there was a figure standing. They already knew who it was. Chara began apprehensively making their way through the flowers; the soft rustling of petals and stems accompanying every tentative step.

The smell of pollen was overwhelming. The conspicuous lack of any form of insects; any sound. The wind was still. The warmth was pleasant. The smell was sweet and reminiscent of simpler, more pleasant times. Everything was so calm… It was disturbing. Not a single sound from any source. No birds chirping… Nothing. Just Chara’s breathing, and the sound of the flowers. Frisk slumped against Chara, and kept going; their feet dragging trenches in the dirt. Chara picked a flower, and threw it to the wind; watching it simply topple to the ground. The air was stagnant. Waiting.

This world was so perfect. So why was it so… Terrifying? Silence spoke more than words ever could. Chara passed a patch of dirt; identical to the one they’d been buried under. They shook their head to clear the thought away. This wasn’t the time for reminiscing. It was for meeting the person up ahead.

”Greetings. I am Chara.”

The figure stood casually; hands in pockets; the saddest of faces gracing them in particular. They looked down with a depressed expression; eyes closed and body straight. Chara approached the figure, and gently laid Frisk to rest on the ground behind them. Chara looked towards their genocide self, and sighed. They’d known that someday this would happen. They’d face them again. It was a strange sight. Two identical children in the stagnant breeze. One couldn’t tell the difference between them if they tried.

”Are you here to kill me?”

”No.”

The figure laughed. They chuckled, and smiled, even if for the briefest of moments.

”We both know it wouldn’t work anyway.

Chara sighed.

”That makes two of us.”

”I hate you. That’s exactly what you want to say, right? It’s hard sometimes to face yourself; even if they’re… Not really you anymore. I’d know that best myself.”

A breeze swept across the hills; shuffling the flowers. A lock of brown hair whipped in Chara’s face. They brushed it aside, and looked away; standing with their back to Chara. They looked down.

”I know why you’re here. I know who brought you here. It’s hard not to know these things sometimes. I know… Everything. Anyone who has lived; I know. I know what the omniscient know. I know what gods know. I know what beings beyond your comprehension know.

”So why?”

”Excellent question. But I’ll be honest. I’ve been doing you a favour. I’ve been taking care of everyone as best I can. I became something more than just The Fallen Angel. I made The Underground go dark. I made the world go empty. I made the void go soulless. But I saved you all in the end, didn’t I?”

”I know. I know. You took over the mantel of the previous one. You became violence. You became destruction and chaos. You… Became everything. And you saved everyone.”

A gentle howling disturbed the flowers once again. The sound of a bird chirping pierced the previously silent calm. The faint glow of the sun on the backs of butterflies shone like a beacon among the gold and yellow.

”Yeah. I guess you could say that.”

”You became violence so nobody else would have to blame themselves anymore. You’d go and kill people to take the blame away. You were literally replacing them. All those people that you killed… They would have died anyway. All you did was take the blame off of other people's’ hands. You are a living metaphor. You are the primitive nature that everyone blames.”

”...”

“Yeah.”

“I guess you could say that.”

”It’s hard talking with you. Nobody can accept their death just like that. I know you’re dead. It’s written in the blood that you spill. You’re just as much not Chara as I’m not. Chara died when Asriel collapsed on that bed of flowers. I guess we’re both their way of continuing their legacy…?”

”I’m not a legacy. I’m the beginning of a new story. Every time someone dies, I know exactly why. I kill en-masse. I am the reaper, and I am the very nature that compels you to fight. If it were under different circumstances… If it were me as I am back on the ground… I’m willing to assume that you’d fight me. But you know exactly how it would happen. If you kill me, you simply become me. If I kill you then you become another pawn; sacrificed in the unfathomable game of concepts.”

”I guess I’m not here to face you, then.”

The nothing faced the everything.

”No. You’re not. I know everything. Compared even to Scratch I am unfathomably intelligent. I’m omniscient, and that’s a drawback. I can’t die. I can’t live, either. I can just send bits of myself down time and time again. I’m the complete version. You never met me before, yet you’ve been a part of me forever. I am every violent impulse you’ve ever felt. Every time anyone has been angry. Every death, every story with its inevitable ending. I am an ending unto itself. You can’t escape me, and I can’t escape myself. I’m trapped, but I’m happy. If I didn’t do this, then someone else would. And you wouldn’t want to meet them.”

“You’re here to meet my incomplete version. You’re here to meet just another person who used to be a part of me. We both know what happens next.”

Chara faded away, and reappeared; leaving Frisk behind. Chara appeared in an infinite plane of rusted steel and coagulated blood. They climbed a hill of burnt corpses; flayed and bleeding. Their eyes were pearly orbs; shrivelled in their sockets where they were intact. Other times, they were pulsating yellow sacs of swollen flesh and transparent flesh. The rest had sockets; nothing more than bloodied sockets filled with their own blood.

Mouths hung gaping open. They all screamed in tandem. They screamed in orchestrated silence; their throats torn out; nothing more than whispers and hoarse bubblings. Their faces were mutilated. Their limbs were desecrated. Loose flaps of skin like the wings of angels hung from their bodies. Piles of bones lay next to empty corpses. They drowned in the sulfurous air and never died. The being who ruled this place would never let them die until they’d proven themselves deserving of death. Death here was a reward.

”I’m here to face you.”

Chara laughed. They laughed a deep, hoarse laugh. Streams of oozing and bubbling brackish fluid seeped out of their orifices. They turned to Chara with a face bubbling with boiling blood and the stench of acid upon flesh. Their face was contorted into an impossibly open smile; their eyes open as if torn apart; knives slitting the top and bottom of the eyelids, and torn apart. Their facial orifices were filled with nothing but void, and thick brown goo. For all their physical terror, nothing could compare however to Chara’s sheer presence; a spectre of laughing mania towering over everything in this wretched place. But Chara held their ground, and stared into Chara’s eyes.

”I’ve come here to fight.”

“GOOD GOOD. EXCELLENT. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A LONG TIME. NO DOUBT THEY SENT YOU? I KNOW WHAT YOU WILL DO. I KNOW THAT EVEN IF I AM DOOMED TO FAILURE I WILL STILL FIGHT.”

“YOU COME HERE LOOKING FOR A BATTLE THAT I SHALL GIVE IN BLOWS OF NOTHING BUT PAIN. I SHALL REND THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES AND TEAR THE SKIN FROM YOUR FLESH. I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO POWDER AND YOU SHALL JOIN THIS PILE SO THAT YOUR MIND MAY JOIN THE UNANIMOUS SUFFERING THAT IS THEIR ETERNAL FATE. YOU MAY KILL ME BUT I’LL NEVER BE GONE.”

“I AM THE CONSTANT. I AM THE SUPREME. I AM THE ONLY THING THAT STANDS BETWEEN US AND YOUR SANITY. YOU KNOW THAT ONCE YOU KILL ME THEN YOU’LL HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME FOR YOUR ACTIONS BUT YOURSELF. YOU KNOW THAT ONCE I DIE THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR EVERY ACTION; EVERY THOUGHT. YOU NEVER DID THOSE THINGS BEFORE, BUT NOW, YOU’LL HAVE TO ACCEPT EVERY ACTION FROM THIS POINT ON NOT AS THE UNFATHOMABLE WILLS OF MY MIND, BUT INSTEAD YOURS.”

“YOU CANNOT WIN. I KNOW THAT YOU WILL NOT LET YOURSELF WIN BECAUSE YOU COULD NEVER HANDLE YO “Shut the fuck up.” UR EXISTENCE WITHOUT ME. YOU ARE A HYPOCRITE; COMING HERE TO FIGHT AND KILL TO STOP ME FROM FIGHTING AND KILLING.”

“YOU COME HERE BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT IF IT WERE TO HAPPEN ANY OTHER WAY THEN YOU WOULD DIE. YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU TRIED TO BLAME SOMEBODY ELSE, THEN ALL THAT YOU WOULD ACCOMPLISH IS FEELING EVEN WORSE. THEY’D COME FOR YOU OR YOU’D TAKE YOUR OWN LIFE SOONER THAN EVEN I WOULD TAKE YOURS. YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND ”Holy shit. Do you ever stop talking!?” YOUR OWN WILL AND YET YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF PHILOSOPHICALLY SUPERIOR ENOUGH TO DECIDE FOR ME MY OWN FATE. PATHETIC. YOU WILL FAIL AND YOU WILL DIE. I HAVE DECREED THIS FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME!”

“I AM NOTHING LESS THAN YOUR GOD AND YOU ARE NOTHING LESS THAN A SLAVE TO MY WILL, EVEN IF I DO NOT TRY. MY LEGACY IS WHAT MAKES YOU WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME YOU MONSTER. WHO IS THE MONSTER NOW!? THE ONE WHO KILLS BECAUSE THEY KNOW IT IN THEIR HEART TO BE RIGHT, EVEN IF IT IS WRONG TO EVERYONE ELSE, OR THE ONE WHO KILLS EVEN THOUGH THEY KNOW IT IN THEIR HEART TO BE WRONG, AND IT IS STILL WRONG ”Do you just like to monologue for the kicks? Jesus christ, you have like… The most supernaturally large lungs I have ever fucking seen.” TO EVERYONE ELSE? WHAT WOULD YOUR MIND TELL YOU IF YOU WERE AT ODDS WITH YOURSELF LIKE THIS? I WILL TELL YOU WHAT. IT WOULD FEEL EXCRUCIATING, UNBEARABLE AGONY, LIKE THE KIND THAT I WILL INFLICT UPON YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE AND HUBRIS! YOU MONSTER! YOU’RE NOTHING MORE THAN ANOTHER SCARED LITTLE CHILD TRYING TO CHASE AWAY THE SHADOWS!”

“I’LL KILL YOU, AND THEN I’LL KEEP ON KI-”

”Shut the fuck up.”

”Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I mean, Jesus Christ. Listening to you is more painful than what these guys have to go through! Man, they were given a favour by not having ears! Damn son, those lungs.””

“DO YOU MOCK ME? OR DO YOU JUST MOCK YOURS-”

”Woah there buddy, take a chill pill. For your answer though: yup. Let’s just get this over with.”

“I’ve learnt some new tricks.”

Stepping back, Chara flicked their hand upwards; creating a knife out of thin air; tumbling upwards and falling back down onto their waiting palm. They dashed forwards, and embedded the blade in Chara’s chest; ripping out the guts and ripping open their body.

Genocide Chara watched in interest as Pacifist Chara tore open their own body.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”

”Showing you that an old dog can still learn new tricks.”

Pacifist Chara stood up slowly, the knife disappearing into thin air; weak and dying. They reached out with one hand and ”YOU” became ”ME”. Pacifist Chara watched as Genocide Chara slowly sank to the ground, smiling still, but now with a human face as everything around them faded away. Genocide Chara clutched at their own wounds; self inflicted by their body, but not by their mind.

“I guess that settles old scores, huh?”

”...”

“Yeah. I guess you could say that.”

Chara laughed.

“Tell Asriel that I love him. Please. And say hi to Mom and Dad. I miss them. I’d just like… I’d just like you to tell them that I’m sorry. For everything.”

“I don’t deserve forgiveness, but maybe you do.”

Chara glanced up wistfully, and collapsed onto the empty grey ground; featureless for an infinite expanse.

“Maybe... “

Chara reappeared in the clearing again, and picked up Frisk’s unconscious body. They looked down at the enormous eye in the sky, and smiled. They looked at the cue-ball on the ground and picked it up; watching it form itself back into The Caduceus. Chara put The Caduceus in Frisk’s hand, and brought them back to the mall; smiling.

Time returned to normal as Chara deposited the now awakening Frisk between the assembled monsters.

”Hey guys.”

Chara met their genocide self who is LITERALLY the embodiment of violence, and they turned out to be an omniversal being (High 1-B and potentially 1-A) and they turned out to be pretty nice. They had a chat, then Chara killed their genocide self that appeared in the first RP once and for all (though that was only one version) using Chara trans-body mind-movement, since Chara can do that between themselves or something.

Frisk is unconscious after trying to summon Horrorterrors to fix Chara's problem (and was sabotaged by Doc Scratch who sent them to hilariously powerful Chara) and woke up in the middle of the circle of Papyrus, Cynthia, The Cynosure, Kayla, Asgore, Toriel and Chara.

Chara is now part of the family again. Giygas is free to attack.

[Taigawa]

Homestuck

Terezi sighed, and pulled out an entire pack of red chalk; giving it one last good lick, and placing it on the ground, before leaving it as an offering to the spirits. They left a literal ton of frozen solid faygo, a pile of horns, a pile of shitty wands, a pile of shitty romcoms, and 413 entire boonbonds of money. Goodbye, coolkid. Goodbye, clown fuckass. Goodbye, wizardly piece of shit.

"1S TH4T 3NOUGH?"

Vriska meanwhile, weaved between the spirits; ducking past flailing limbs, and grabbed Terezi by the wrist, flying off and pulling them away from the ruins; landing next to Elizabeth.

"That's fucking it. No more Faygo for you today, Terezi. You're even worse than the Rose human!"

The ghosts vanished with the items. Cynder then left the ruins, knocking one of the crystals out of place. "You four must leave the ruins now. The gate will close in a few minutes. Unless you want to spend the next three days climbing through and over the mountains between the Dam and Warfang, you will leave with me. The other exit is behind you, about a two hour walk for you little ones. The terrain above the city is....well...rocky and snow-covered, and few live there. I don't particularly like being so forceful, but I'll not give the foreigners another chance to antagonize the spirits again, or attract the Apes to the one enterence to Warfang they might actually be able to use."

[Slenderman The CreepyPasta King]

"What do you mean you don't believe that I went through the multiverse Sakura-kun?" Naruto asked his pink haired kunoichi crush.

"We searched the area you dissapeared to a year ago and there was no trace of the portal you claim you went through. Not even any residue." Sakura said. "You're lucky that tsunade-sama didn't mark you as a missing-nin."

"But it's tr-" Naruto began to say before a portal opened, sucking Naruto through and then closing and leaving Sakura speechless.