The Ancient Ones: Age of Nothingness (IC)

[Taigawa]

Quarry Gate

"Being trapped in a well for an afterlife? Worse places to be in after death I suppose." She said with a shrug, thinking of several realms that act as afterlives for spirits of the dead and how each one was terrible in their own special way. "Night of Eternal Darbkess? Bit redundant don't you think? Going to guess that these damn dirty apes don't put much effort on being creative with names." As Cynder told her more about this event the more it sounds like a few dooms day plots she stopped in the past, seriously trying to weaken the veil between the physical and empheral worlds is so common that it's a walking cliche by now.

"Oh don't say that, maybe I may surprise you and become best mates with the bloke." The sarcastic Mage replied. With the weaknesses revealed that left whatever pyromancy spells she k it's and exorcisms and banishmnet spells. She can try to bind the sprites to her well and maybe even summon soul eating beings but she doubts her team mates will like that. So with no choice those forms of magic will have to do along with testing out her new weapons.

"The Apes are not creative about anything really. They lack any simblance of what we would call civilization...at least as far as we know. As far as recorded history goes, we have only known them to be savage and warlike. The Well draws only those who's souls turned to darkness...and it inprisons them there. That eclipse weakens those binds enough to let them walk within the ruins in the mountain, as well as weakening the barriers between our world and the spirit realm. No one knows why it does this, I doubt even The Chronicler knows. He is the oldest living dragon in our world....he who monitors the passage of time and records all that happens. He is everywhere and nowhere....and he can invade your mind through your dreams. His lair is at a place we call the White Isle. There, in a place we call the Celestial Caves, he has a vast library recounting the entire history of my kind, every other race, every event to happen, and the life story of every dragon to have ever lived. He can tell you anything about our world....but you have to pass tests before you can access his repository of knowledge."

[Slenderman The CreepyPasta King]

Zalgo saw all of the newscasts. The species one made him wonder why people didn't do anything about it, the ISIS video made him turn away and made him wonder how eople could be so creul. Etc, etc. When he heard the glass shatter that was when he grabbed his head like it wos hurting, and more memories came rushing forward. Namely how he can control glass shards, and that he was corruption incarnate and he ould do so much more. Though he stll didn't know what he was doing in the multiverse, was he a good guy or a villain? He didn't yet remember.

[Hank J Wimbleton]

The Children:

Chara looked at The Host, confused for a moment, but as soon as it struck towards Frisk with one of its innumerable, highly combat-oriented appendages, Chara leaped forward, their arachnid-like legs receding for a moment, and their own limbs coming from their back, enormous black tentacles, grappled with The Host for a second, before they themselves jumped forward, and bringing their hand down, their entire arm wreathed in black fire. With a silent *swish*, The Host bounded away like a dog, and turned around again, growling.

Asgore stood up and threw yet another incendiary projectile, the fireball exploding against the wall, him being unable to see in the dark and all, and thus, having to simply guess where The Host was. The Host looked over, and began to shift, its flesh buckling and tremoring, before it seems to fold upon itself, bone snapping and cracking, great volumes of blood pouring out of every joint, before it slowly stood up from the floor, a significantly taller, humanoid figure now.

The Host looked towards Asgore, and a series of bright white globes formed around it, popping into existence one by one, before flying at Asgore. Frisk summoned a transparent cyan barrier to stop them, shattering upon the last one’s impact, exploding in a nova of magical fire.

Chara meanwhile retracted all of their secondary limbs, and once again their arm was wreathed in black fire, before it coalesced into a single, generic-looking knife. Two enormous carapaced wings, slathered in their own blood, burst out of their back with a crunching sound, and immediately receded. The Host fired a beam of searing white light at Chara, who brought one wing out and covered their body with it, serving as a shield, being pushed back by the impact but for the most part deflecting the blow.

The Host took its whip, and flung it outwards to the side, the various segments retracting and solidifying into a single, large jagged crystal blade, its edge dull in the sorely lacking light. It plunged it into the ground, and slowly, the blade began to “grow”, moving further and further into the ground. But, it was not getting longer. Enormous crystal growths burst out of the walls, and like worms, tried to go after Chara, attempting to impale them.

Chara simply punched one of them hard enough to send a shockwave racing down the entire structure, reducing it to shards and dust, while they jumped around to avoid the others, pirouetting in the air before teleporting down, behind The Host, and receiving a barbed tail to the chest for their efforts. The Host retreated warily away, and lifted its hand, summoning great pillars of even more translucent white crystal from the floor, from which strange wailing angel-like creatures stepped out, formed directly from the crystal, their faces permanently contorted into that of a loudly crying woman, their hands ending in sharp claws and elegantly carved and segmented wings sprouting from their backs, their movements created a soft shimmering noise.

Frisk in retaliation summoned their own Angels with their Hope powers, the enormous white serpents emerging from a speck of light and wrapping around the said Crystal Angels, which turned whatever they touched into more and more crystal, but not the strange shape and form of the beings of Hope. The rest flew around The Host, restricting its movement, before they were all quickly vanquished by a nova of blue and white light, shards of crystal embedded in all of them, spreading from the origin point and converting them all.

Chara sprouted their spider legs again and their tentacles, which raced away from their back, and struck remotely at The Host from the other side of the room, wanting to avoid the same crystallisation, albeit crystallisation that was at most slow and extremely easy to avoid. Thick barbed lashes struck out against The Host, who summoned crystal structures to impale and parry every blow, before they simply faded away into incorporeality, though Chara could still see them, as could The Cynosure, even though they were presently… Occupied.

Chara leaped in front of Frisk, taking the first return-blow of The Host before it completely resurfaced into reality, its sword neatly embedded in Chara’s abdomen. It was a necessary sacrifice. Anything else and The Host would have simply decided to phase through. Chara extricated them off of the blade and protected Frisk with one of their wings, before it was torn off and cut into tatters, and which point they engaged with furious hand-to-hand combat with The Host.

Frisk summoned dozens of barriers to protect Asgore against the Crystal Angels and to try to stop The Host, but all of them were shattered within seconds. Frisk right now was not at their strongest by a long shot, and The Host would have far overpowered them even if they were well rested.

Chara scuttled over the walls with their arachnid legs, tapering off to sharp points, which they used to stab The Host. They collided once again, and Chara used their legs to rip off The Host’s wings and two of its arms, while The Host tore off one of Chara’s arms and their remaining wing, before both of them moved away, circling each-other warily. For now, they were at an impasse. Slowly, Chara began chuckling, and so too, The Host, with its depraved facsimile of Serena's face, began laughing as well.

Chara and The Host fought a bit while Frisk screwed around and Asgore fought off a bunch of Crystal Angels that The Host summoned.

[Britanania]

Pokemon Universe

The vampire gave Iris a wicked grin, voicing his name as the air cooled around his breath.

"Dio," he said, his voice both seductive and menacing in a way only a vampire's can be. "Dio Brando." Dio walked a little closer to Iris, closing the gap between them. Dio's muscular body towered over the Dragon Master, and he leaned in towards he slightly.

"Yes, I, DIO, can tell you possess a great strength. You are a skilled trainer, and have seen many adventures; I can see that in your eyes. Your world is full of wonders. Tell me, has anything truly amazed you?"

Giygas

If Giygas could smile, he probably would have. In the rare moments of rational thought, he expected Alucard to ignore his call. The again, what being on power, with the ability to hear, would not hear the call of Giygas?

"Serve as...my messenger...my commander in arms...prepare the Multiverse...for the coming of Giygas."

In time, the being would need either a host or a body; he hoped (if Giygas was still capable of hope) that the Thessian Princess and all the technology her people possessed could build for him a Devil Machine, so that his evil would have a form.

The Horsemen

The Promethean soldiers stood at attention, watching the Horsemen.

"Lady Galaxia may have some use for you four. What is your mission in the Multiverse, and how have you come here?"

[Slenderman The CreepyPasta King]

Pokemon Universe

The vampire gave Iris a wicked grin, voicing his name as the air cooled around his breath.

"Dio," he said, his voice both seductive and menacing in a way only a vampire's can be. "Dio Brando." Dio walked a little closer to Iris, closing the gap between them. Dio's muscular body towered over the Dragon Master, and he leaned in towards he slightly.

"Yes, I, DIO, can tell possess a great strength. You are a skilled trainer, and have seen many adventures; I can see that in your eyes. Your world is full of wonders. Tell me, has anything truly amazed you?"

Giygas

If Giygas could smile, he probably would have. In the rare moments of rational thought, he expected Alucard to ignore his call. The again, what being on power, with the ability to hear, would not hear the call of Giygas?

"Serve as...my messenger...my commander in arms...prepare the Multiverse...for the coming of Giygas."

In time, the being would need either a host or a body; he hoped (if Giygas was still capable of hope) that the Thessian Princess and all the technology her people possessed could build for him a Devil Machine, so that his evil would have a form.

The Horsemen

The Promethean soldiers stood at attention, watching the Horsemen.

"Lady Galaxia may have some use for you four. What is your mission in the Multiverse, and how have you come here?"

"To protect the balance, and when the time comes, kill all who deserve it." Death said. "As for how we came here, we travel the multiverse all the time. Especially me. This time we just went to the place with the most threat to the balance."

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon
Quetz and Tezca journeyed to the resting place of Jirachi.
"You sure she's over here?" he asked his brother.
"I'm pretty sure. I've read sources and looked at maps and photographs-Jirachi's here. We need to have that little scamp tell us where that sword is.." he took a deep breath in and yelled at the site so loud his voice could be heard 30 miles away.
"WHERE IS THE STAR SWORD!?!?"

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
Antarctica

Unfortunately, the two Aztec Gods were in the middle of nowhere. A wasteland of endless ice and snow, hidden in the bleak night of darkness. Winds were howling violently, breezing the subzero temperatures to bring frost bite and freeze the unprepared creatures. Only a visible valley surrounded by large ice had signs of life, a colony of noisy Piplups, Prinplups, and Empoleons huddling together in a mass blob. There is a small igloo combined scientist building built next to an ice cave.

"Piplup!" An annoyed penguin Pokemon said to the gods, telling them to be quiet.

[Naval Monte]

Quarry Gate

"The apes in this world are making the ones in my world smarter by comparison, at least the apes from my world can do other things besides fighting. But who knows, maybe they do have a culture hidden within the warlike behavior, it's just they have the same culture as Sparta." Elizabeth responded back. When the well was brought up and what it really does the mage finally understood but still found it strange. As Cynder explained how during one special day the barriers between the world of matter and the world of spirits is at it's weakness she nodded. "I have specific days and even locations that makes it easier for being from the other side to enter my world and vice versa, so this isn't too new to me. The only thing new is being surrounded by talking Cheetahs and Dragons."

Once more information about the Chronicler was mentioned she kept it on the back of her head. "Right now let's return back to our main mission, the quarry. We just get the chalk and leave quickly. That way we can lessen any fights against these spirits."

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon
Antarctica

Unfortunately, the two Aztec Gods were in the middle of nowhere. A wasteland of endless ice and snow, hidden in the bleak night of darkness. Winds were howling violently, breezing the subzero temperatures to bring frost bite and freeze the unprepared creatures. Only a visible valley surrounded by large ice had signs of life, a colony of noisy Piplups, Prinplups, and Empoleons huddling together in a mass blob. There is a small igloo combined scientist building built next to an ice cave.

"Piplup!" An annoyed penguin Pokemon said to the gods, telling them to be quiet.

"......you are...." Quetz stared at Piplup intensely. "...THE MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE WORLD!" he dawwed and picked the tiny penguin up. "Tezca look at how cute it is!"
Tezcatlipoca rolled his eyes. "I thought you said it was here. We're in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of penguin things. You sure its not your age getting to you?" he sat down, frustrated. "We need to find that sword, and fast." He sat on the ground and huddled. Quetz sat a few feet away from him, and wouldn't come closer even though he was freezing.
"...I need to think."

Star Wars
Cipactli burped as she devoured an icy planet and all of its inhabitants as a dessert. She looked around at what she could eat next. She spotted a large star in the horizon and floated over hungrily.

[Stattr]

Giygas

If Giygas could smile, he probably would have. In the rare moments of rational thought, he expected Alucard to ignore his call. The again, what being on power, with the ability to hear, would not hear the call of Giygas?

"Serve as...my messenger...my commander in arms...prepare the Multiverse...for the coming of Giygas."

In time, the being would need either a host or a body; he hoped (if Giygas was still capable of hope) that the Thessian Princess and all the technology her people possessed could build for him a Devil Machine, so that his evil would have a form.

Alucard dropped Diane off at her apartment and once she was inside and he heard the door lock. He walked away and in the process a huge smile appeared on his face. He responded.

"Of course, my master. Anything you wish."

His voice dark and foreboding as it always was. He laughed and proceeded to just walk around the dark-stricken town searching for nothing but wanting a fight. he strolled slowly, his trench coat fluttering in the wins, his black hair blowing slightly under his hat. His eyes bright red under the red-tinted sun glasses, his hat still hiding half his face in shadow. His fingers, long and thin, covered in white gloves with his insignia on the back that he uses to unlock his levels. Someone more powerful than him, noticed him and wants him, Alucard, by his side. He couldn't wait to meet him, if that was ever going to happe,

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
Antarctica

Piplup whines as Quetz. The god’s face of mercy is freaking him out, and picking up a wild Pokemon doesn’t help the case. Naturally, to make a point to leave him alone, Piplup releases a chilling blizzard attack at Quetz. Piplup’s friends of four Piplups joins in, casting ice beams and bubble beams at the god. One Piplup behind Quetz used mist to shroud the field to protect the penguin group from status attacks.

“You gotta be kidding me.” A sleepyhead scientist said as she watches the battle at a distance. Bundle up in winter clothing, the pink hair woman wearing red glasses wasn’t amused by a person yelling at the top of his lungs. A torch from her Braixen lighted their position, keeping the two warm.

“Let’s not butt in just let Pyro.” The Scientist told her Pokemon.

[Prusselanden]

Pokemon
Antarctica

Piplup whines as Quetz. The god’s face of mercy is freaking him out, and picking up a wild Pokemon doesn’t help the case. Naturally, to make a point to leave him alone, Piplup releases a chilling blizzard attack at Quetz. Piplup’s friends of four Piplups joins in, casting ice beams and bubble beams at the god. One Piplup behind Quetz used mist to shroud the field to prevent him from using status attacks.

“You gotta be kidding me.” A sleepyhead scientist said as she watches the battle at a distance. Bundle up in winter clothing, the pink hair woman wearing red glasses wasn’t amused by a person yelling at the top of his lungs. A torch from her Braixen lighted their position, keeping the two warm.

“Let’s not butt in just let Pyro.” The Scientist told her Pokemon.

Quetz reverted to his serpent form, and flew into the sky in an attempt to escape the attacks, but fell down because flying types are weak against ice type attacks.
He rubbed his head sorely with his tail. "ooh...." he looked at the pink haired woman. "Um, who are you?"
He used protect against the piplups' attacks. "Did I wake you up?"
Tezca had reverted to his Jaguar form and sniffed the Braixen with curiosity. "Hm? There are people living in this place?" When he saw the woman he smirked and lifted his eyebrows. "Hey there."

[Taigawa]

Quarry Gate

"The apes in this world are making the ones in my world smarter by comparison, at least the apes from my world can do other things besides fighting. But who knows, maybe they do have a culture hidden within the warlike behavior, it's just they have the same culture as Sparta." Elizabeth responded back. When the well was brought up and what it really does the mage finally understood but still found it strange. As Cynder explained how during one special day the barriers between the world of matter and the world of spirits is at it's weakness she nodded. "I have specific days and even locations that makes it easier for being from the other side to enter my world and vice versa, so this isn't too new to me. The only thing new is being surrounded by talking Cheetahs and Dragons."

Once more information about the Chronicler was mentioned she kept it on the back of her head. "Right now let's return back to our main mission, the quarry. We just get the chalk and leave quickly. That way we can lessen any fights against these spirits."

"Perhaps, but they refuse to accept that we do not wish to fight. We fight only because we must for our survival. Understandable that you find us strange...we only reply in kind. Your species is a curiousity...expecially to me, given your kind are foreign to this world. That is partly why for the longest I called you and those with you Apes. It was not an insult...I simply did not know what to call you. As for the gate, In it's condition, I should be able to knock it down."

[Naval Monte]

Pokemon
-Serena’s story

“Oh, you did that Sburb game!” Serena recalls this James guy taking her friends to become gods. “Wow.”

“Godhood, oh yeah cool!” Latias remembers the oddball memory about Sburbs mentioned in the Pokemon Center.”Hey Sans, can you tell us what happened in Sburb after this?”

“Serena, let’s finish this.” Alice and Latias quickly transform into their mega evolution form to strengthen their final blows. The hyper beam from Alice transform into a pink beam of love thanks to her mega ability pixilate making the move into a fairy type. Thanks to calm mind and STABs, this will be hard for Dark Sans to withstand. Latias summons another wave of draco meteors, crashing on Darn Sans’ skull.

“PK Love!” Serena cried out as she cast a swarm of hearts to attack Dark Sans' entire body. Explosions ensue.

Pokemon
-Story of Iris

Iris tilted her head as she tries to solve a puzzle. Normally a psychic isn't the muscular types, but this one is big and handsome. If this isn’t steroids his Hex Maniac mother feed him or so, he could be a gym rat. Creepy and amusing thought on just how a witch could raise a teleporting weirdo. There is something odd about this man.

Iris didn’t felt like recorrecting him about her age as a teenager. “Nah, it’s cool. You’re looking at a dragon master mister, and I can handle pipsqueaks and wrongdoers easily. Say, you look pretty strong. So, wanna tell Iris your name?”

"i don't mind retelling that old story after we get out of this hellish illusion." Sans told Serena, his beams mixing in with the other attacks and a large explosions was soon form due to the combined attacks. Sans was now panting, exhausted on how much energy he used on this fight. The smoke and dust clouds cleared to show the form of dark Sans, slowly being to pieces as cracks appear throughout his body. "how the hell did you dorks manage to defeat me?" Sans grin returned. "we cheated." He responded back, once more messing with his clone.

Yet the clone laughed. "enjoy this victory now it won't make the memories and nightmares go away nor does it change what you did to chara." Sans pupils vanished and once more all of his blasters fired at the clone, it laughed as a maniac as it's very body was incinerated. As soon as there was nothing left of the darker Sans but his ashes Sans fell down to his hands and knees, breathing in deeply as he felt fatigue.

"Mind carrying me Serena? I don't think I can stand on my own for now." He asked.

---

Quarry Gate

"Apes are humans closets relatives but trust me it's better if you just call me human if you don't want to call me by my first name. As for these apes I can think of a few groups back home that is like them, forcing people to fight even if they don't want to." When Cynder asked if Elizabeth wanted the gates knocked down she said yes.

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
-Serena’s story

Serena breaths heavily, feeling a heartache after Dark Sans taunts about Chara. It is becoming a drain on her psychic powers from the fights. How much longer she can keep up fighting to break out of this illusion realm. Her dress is ruined. “I wanted to return home with Hotaru so we can escape out of Chara’s dilemma. You know, take a long breather from child abuse, and Chara’s mental break down to run away. Now, this happened.”

Latias transforms back into her human form, frowning in sorrow. “I overheard it when I was snoozing in the Pokeball. The behavior exhibiting in Chara isn’t how a regular child will act. I know the cult did horrible actions to the kid and Frisk’s family...”

“The timelines are affecting the boy as well… if Chara is a boy Ruby.” Alice shrugged. “I mean, it is going to take years to repair everyone's relations…” Alice stopped when Serena gives them the hand. The Chara talk can hold it.

“Right now, we have a lot of misery to handle after this incident.” Serena said. Alice nodded.”Why does this day have to become a train wreck breaking all of us down? Is it going to be over after this?“Alice tears up lightly. “We can’t go out there completely dirty.”

Serena takes off her broken dress, exposing her pink undergarments. “I hope so Alice. There is so much to bare right now, we need to find a place to lick our wounds once we’re done here.” She scoops up the small Skeleton into her arms, wobbling before Alice assisted her. “I’m going to find a way, and end this illusion.”

Serena carries Sans out of the ancient Judgement Hall, searching for an exist. Telepathy is a safe option so Queen Nehelenia can’t know her next plan. ”The villain may appear at any moment, Sans. When I find Hotaru, I’m going to do everything I can to save her and hold on to her. I saw the ridiculous moments of villains snatching our hard work, so I won’t let this bad guy do it again.” Alice and Latias nodded as they tone into the telepathic link. Alice did know there are ropes in the bag in case they go into the wilderness. ”I know places in my world where me and Hotaru can be safe Sans.”

---

Pokemon
-Iris’ Story

”Eeyup, he’s a son of a hex maniac. Then again, he sounds like he came from a different world.” Iris takes a step back from Dio. “Hey Dio, you’re getting too close into my personal space.” Champion Iris said with unease. “Um, can you respect my space in a teeny tiny way?”

Iris isn’t sure Dio is looking for a Pokemon battle, or outright assault her. Either way, her favorite Haxorus can protect her from this psychic. Her dragon’s tusk can easily cut thick sturdy steel columns. Not a choice she will command in order to knock him out. Iris small smile, failing to hide her anxiety about Dio, replying to his question. “I met very cool trainers who save the day with my help and having a fun battle. Heck, we had a sweet vacation on the largest cruise ship in the world.”

Touko, N, Mei, Calem, Cynthia, Diantha, Serena, and the others made her trip worthwhile. In Iris' heart, this vacation is a reward from a wish after a hard-fought conflict. All their fantasizing Pokemon, seeing them in action and playing off with each other, and new friendships were made. Kinda rocky at places, and dramatic, but the payoff was worth it in the end.

“I do remember the final battle in the Unova Championship Tournament as I faced off against Touko. The battle was well fought, but I ultimately score the victory to become a champion.” Iris takes out her phone, noticing a text message from Touko about a late night pizza party. Mei, Cheren, and Bianca hanging out in the party as well, playing Smash Brothers. “I and Touko are good friends Dio. Say… um… did something amazed you as well?”

[Taigawa]

Quarry Gate

"Apes are humans closets relatives but trust me it's better if you just call me human if you don't want to call me by my first name. As for these apes I can think of a few groups back home that is like them, forcing people to fight even if they don't want to." When Cynder asked if Elizabeth wanted the gates knocked down she said yes.

"Ah...ok. I am glad we for now have only one enemy who force our hand." With that, she reared up on her talons, digging her claws into the joints between the decaying cobblestone and using her tail for balance. The dragon then allowed herself to fall upon the ancient wooden gate. At first it held, prompting Cynder to do so again. After a few attempts, the wood begin to give way under her assult. After about ten attempts, loud cracks echoed off the cave and ruins as the gate collapsed under the dragon's paws. The spirits here moaned as if in pain, though they were not hostile. A few of them even formed full-body appritions that were seen to flee before suffering whatever fate had befell them in life. most however seemed to have bound themselves purposely to the site.

[Britanania]

Pokemon Universe

Dio's toothy grin changed into a wicked smirk of sheer arrogance. The vampire shifted his body, his right side facing the Champion as he pointed towards her with his right hand as he placed his left hand just over his face.

"I DIO have seen things most people wouldn't believe."

As the words left the vampire's mouth, he appeared just behind Iris, leaning in towards her left ear, holding a rose up to her face. In reality, he used his Stand to stop time again, but to Iris he merely teleported.

"Let's say you are like this rose. This rose will shrivel and die, and that is tragic. I DIO am not one to force my friendship, but would you like to remain young and beautiful forever?"

Again, the vampire seemingly teleported, back in front of Iris with his prior pose, awaiting her response.

Giygas

The moment of joy continued to ripple throughout what was left of Giygas' mind.

"Giygas...shall send you a sign...of his approval...and the conquest of the Mulitverse will be upon us..."

The Horsemen

The Promethean soldiers were unsure what to do next. They were merely soldiers, messengers in this instant. The leader stepped forward again.

"Lady Galaxia is balance...for it is the natural flow of nature that destruction should precede rebirth, is this not so?"

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
-Iris’ Story

Iris quickly made an immature statement. “I’m still young, which means I can grow bigger tities!” Iris lightly smirked uncomfortably. “But I’m not sure what are you selling exactly. I know you’re psychic, but I doubt anyone can live forever. If one does, what about their regular friends?”

Iris felt curious about what Dio meant by his experiences. “Oh, it can’t be totally unbelievable DIO. Anything can happen in the world of Pokemon.”

[Saint Morning]

Gnosis verse

Interaction between the Earth Kingdom and the rest of the world was… shaky at best. It had been a month since the two world merged and the Kingdom had little contact with the other realms of the Earth. There were attempts from the other realms to convinced the Ancient Kingdom to allow them to use their natural resources to continue their obsessive and almost barbaric use of the fossil fuels, but the Earth Kingdom refused to budge on the matter.

Another problem that quickly arose with the realm arrival was due to its immunity to the disaster and economic turmoil the rest of the world was facing. Which lead to thousand, if not millions of the uncultured swine to attempt to flood the borders of the Kingdom. Bringing their religions and backwards beliefs along with them and while many of the magical barriers that placed up prevented the more mundane humans from gaining access, there were those select few who did managed to get past it somehow.

Their blatant use of magic was another thing that stomped the world. Unlike in the Earth Kingdom where most humans have magic it would seem that the rest of the world was devoid of such gift, which would explain their reliance of fossil fuels, whereas the Earth Kingdom utilized magic as a main source of power besides the Golden Crystal. Which, along with Princess Anna, was currently missing.

Then there was the fact that some lunatics had somehow managed to capture several citizens while they were outside of the magical barrier which angered the realm.
The Earth Kingdom’s capitol Elysium rested upon the new continent that had formed within the Atlantic. Untouched and unspoiled by the corruption of the Gnosis verse humans, the land was a breathing sight, something that far exceeded what remained of the Earth’s natural beauty.

Within the walls of the majestic palace, sitting in the large throne room was the King and Queen of the Earth Kingdom. Who looked thoroughly enraged by the events that had transpired. Zoisite, one of Prince Endymion protectors, bowed in front of the monarchs as he relayed the details.

King Edgar and Queen Eleanora were both quiet until Zoisite was finished. There was a moment of silent before the Queen blew it. “Why those uncultured, ill-mannered swine!” The she screeched, her long silky, black, hair almost touching the floor of the throne room as she tightly gripped the armrest.

“They have no idea who they are messing with. If they want war they’ll get!” She stood to her feet and her eyes narrowed. “Not only has Princess Anna and the Golden crystal been taken, and the remaining guardians spread across the multiverse, but now these ignorant weaklings think they can intimidate us? Why I’m have tempted to find them myself and show them a thing or two.”

The King remained quiet during his wife’s little rant before he suddenly spoke up. “Zoisite.” He called and the general instantly straightened.

“Yes my liege.”

“Get the communicator, I have a few things I’d like to say to all of the world’s so called leaders.” Honestly he couldn’t understand the point in having so many different realms, it was such a backwards and complicated idea and would only create rifts between humanity.

Zoisite nodded and hurried out of the throne room. Queen Eleanora glanced at him. “What do you have planned love?” She inquired. She was curious what her husband would possibly have to say to those Neanderthals.

“You’ll see.” Was all he said in response as Zoisite returned with the communicator. The blonde general placed the diamond shaped device in front of the King who gently pressed his thumb against the smooth, silver metal.

Instantly all devices with a screen crossed the globe would display the King in all his glory upon his silver throne. His bearded cheeks resting upon the palm of his hand as he stared coldly at the communicator.

“It seems tension between us has risen drastically. You think by killing some of my subjects and declaring some sort of trivial war will change things? If this barbaric approach is your way of diplomacy no wonder you’ve nearly run this planet into the ground.”

“I shouldn’t generalize. I’m sure some of your nations might possess some sort of morality so I offer to meet four of this world’s greatest leader to see if we could potentially find so some of compromise.” He saw the look Eleanora sent his way but pointedly ignored her. “Now don’t get me wrong here. Make a wrong move and I’ll gladly watched as all of your realms fall and become nothing but ancient history. Threats of war mean nothing to us, we may be fewer in number but how magic makes up for the lack of manpower, I won’t hesitate to fight back if necessary.”

“I advise you to choose your next steps wisely, because if another group of my people happen to be massacred by some heretic fouls it won’t be pretty. May the golden crystal shine it’s light on you and the Sailor Guardian of Earth protect your soul.” With that said, the King of the Earth Kingdom ended the feed.

Queen Nehellenia

This wasn’t good. The heroes were actually beating their demons and she couldn’t understand how. How could they be so determined to push forward despite facing impossible odds? Why were they so determined to help and protector each other even after all they’ve been through?

Nehellenia glanced towards the mirror which she imprisons Hotaru inside. How could they ever love such a dangerous person so much to go through hell for them. Nehellenia snapped her fingers and the mirror instantly released the girl, however before she could fall upon the ground, The Queen caught her and lifted her up bridal style.

Too bad all their efforts would be in vein. She was going to put an end to this.

Suddenly a Door would appear in front of all those trapped within Sans, Ignis and James’ illusion, which would lead them to the throne room in which Nehellenia stood with the unconscious Hotaru in her arms. The Queen smiled sadistically before gently tapping her hand against Hotaru’s forehead. A symbol appeared on her forehead.

However, it wasn’t the symbol of Saturn. No. This symbol took the shape of a black star which emanated a dark aura.

Enough with illusions. Let’s see how they face the real deal.

[Legokiller]

Pokemon
-Serena is pissed

“Guess who!” Serena smashes the door down to the ground as she walks into the throne room. Every problem she is facing today, and escalating from all the dark horrors in Undertale is because of the queen. Seeing what Queen Nehellenia had done to Hotaru, her city, and everyone she cares about, transforms all the despair into burning anger. Heck, she harmed Serena’s friend and Kiara to the point of unconsciousness. Serena gets Sans down as she walks up first. “It’s me, Pokemon League Champion Serena de Kalos.”

Champion Serena is simply in her pink underwear, with her panty’s having red love hearts and Gardevoir’s face.

The beautiful radiants of the illusion moon stood behind the angry Serena, grinding her teeth, as she stares deeply into the villain’s eyes. She doesn’t know what the queen is doing to Hotaru, but Serena isn’t going let this play out this darkness against her. Alice, Latias, and Serena raises up their fist in perfect sync, channeling their psychic powers to work together. Hotaru’s body begins to glow blue as Serena and co telekinesis powers enveloped her. “Don’t you dare touch my friend!” The combined team forcibly jerks Hotaru away from Queen Nehellenia to fly away swiftly.

Serena gently lands Hotaru into her arms, hugging her tightly. “I came back for you Hotaru. Don’t worry, I won’t lose you again.”

“Roserade!” The Bouquet Pokemon leaps out of her Pokeball to face her foe, ready to dance. Soon, the rest of the backup team Hotaru carried comes out to reunion with Serena. The pissed off two face Vanilluxe were ready to create a snowstorm of pain against the villain. Garchomp roars for vengeance as Chandelure ghostly eyes laughs sinisterly as floating by the land shark dragon. Togekiss swoops by to rescue the wounded Kiara, taking the Sylveon behind Alice.

Alice saddens eyes looked at Kiara when she leans down to pet Sylveon. “Don’t worry Kiara, you did your best.” She then wishes for the well-being of everyone health to be well for this battle. A shooting star flies by in the sky, promoting it will come soon. Alice felt glad there are her friends from the backup team to support them.

[Petrokovia]

Ty and Illusion Ursaring kept fighting, trading blows, too tired to run around as they were earlier. By now they had been fighting one on one for twenty minutes strait (the Synergy Burst had long run out), and were exhausted. Eventually, Ty punched the Ursaring across the side of the head, knocking it out. He turned around, and slowly walked back to Gold. His fur was matted in places, ruffled in others, and he was covered in scratches and bruises from the fight; However, he was too tired to care about his appearance, nor about the various aches and pains running throughout his body.

Gold tried to strike the fake Krys, but she dodged to the right, grabbed his arm, and twisted it backwards. She bent his wrist as she did it, and Gold felt a surge of pain, forcing him to almost drop to his knees. As he dropped, he twisted his arm a bit and belt his elbow in, simultaneously pivoting on his feet and bringing his baton around. He struck the fake Krys in the side of the knee with the head of his steel baton, shattering the joint and forcing her to drop onto the ground in a loud pained scream. Gold stretched his left arm out to try to relieve some of the pain in it, before raising the baton above his head. He brought the baton downward with great force, intending to strike a finishing blow against the illusion Krys. Much to his surprise, as soon as the baton connected with her face, she turned to ash, and blew away in the wind.

Gold looked up from the ground where Illusory Krys had been, seeing Ty approach him slowly.
"See? Fake... Heh." he said, obviously worn out, and breathing heavily.
"You look like you went through hell."
"You should see the other guy. Plus, you don't look so hot yourself, dude."
"We need to find the others. Maybe Serena has some full restores, and something to fix the broken pokeballs. Until they're fixed, the only ones I can call out are Ai, Pi, Hera, and Amph."

Gold allowed Ty to lean some of his weight on him, and walked for several minutes, before coming across Serena and Sans, and a figure they did not know.

"Oh, thank God. I don't know if we could keep going right now."
"Yo, Serena, you guys kick that shitty red guy's ass?"

[Hank J Wimbleton]

The following post is a collaboration between Wilderam and Hank J Wimbleton.

Cynthia:

A short leap forward, a riposte and a clang, the feeling of vibrating metal racing up their arm. Bounding backwards, their brain struggling to combat the inane wills of this accursed AI that seemed to have been implanted within their mind since the dawn of time, though compared to their actual lifespan, it was barely a fraction of how long they had lived. Cynthia stopped the AI from harnessing her body’s full reality-warping capabilities, while the AI did the same for her when she was in control. This little back and forth war, only comparable to the Tragedy of the Commons, everyone acting in their own self-interest and only serving to spark tragedy and mutual destruction.

Cynthia was blown backwards by the slough of shotgun pellets impacting with their chest, indenting it, but not punching through as would be expected from such a high-caliber firearm. Crowbar asked who the hell they were. The AI answered for them.

“Engage the target. Protocol of unit Cynthia; engage target, “The Cynosure”. Priorities reasserted. New orders received from central processing unit and logic core. Now engaging target, “Crowbar”.”

Cynthia’s grip on her mind slipped for just a moment; but long enough for the AI to assume control of her reality-warping capabilities to “shift” behind The Cynosure, who responded with a flurry of viciously executed but physically weak pyrokinetic blasts, small pops and bursts in the air followed by the enormous roar of a fifty caliber heavy machine gun going off right in the back of her head as Crowbar lugged the heavy thing over behind her, leaving her head steaming and smashed apart, little silicon bits falling on the floor. Cynthia almost immediately healed and with one of her blades, simply went after the ta- Cam- The Cynosu- THE TARGET.

Crowbar once again got in the way, a look of silent determination on his face, stoic and eyebrows down, teeth clenched as he pushed back her blade with his crowbar, elbowing her in her heavily deformed face and kicking her backwards while at the same time jamming the crowbar into her elbow, pulling it literally out of socket.

The AI worked fast, and pain was a foreign concept to it. It simply stabbed Crowbar in the leg, though he managed just to deflect it, instead scraping past his kneecap painfully. Crowbar grunted and took a grenade from where a corpse once lay on the floor, took out the pin with his teeth and jammed the thing into Cynthia’s knee joint, before backing away and covering his eyes, dropping his arm long enough to see Cynthia slowly regenerating their legs. Crowbar simply grabbed his old trusty literal crowbar from the ground, and began smashing her head in continually, not letting up for even a second.

Crowbar:

You keep slamming away at this hunk of metal, smashing away at that deformed face. You scream at them. Why won’t they die!? Why won’t they react?! You yell and shout as you pound it into something reminiscent of a banana peeled back, and you keep going until you can see bloody pounded and mushed brains all over the floor, black silicon everywhere, overcoming that stupid regeneration of theirs. You keep smashing away, and you use your crowbar as a lever to tear their head nearly completely off, dangling by just a few wires, bright yellow sparks flying everywhere, willy-nilly.

You stand back up and give them one last thwack, leaving the crowbar thoroughly embedded in their chest cavity, now empty after you used your crowbar to rip out all of the fragile wiring in there, though the reactor core is apparently too strongly built for you to destroy, which is a shame. You have a hunch if you were to target that, they’d die, or at least, feel something other than muted pain. You pick up an entire belt of grenades and systematically feed them into the chest cavity again, blowing up all the remaining wiring and melting it all into an unfixable slurry. You flip them off and sit down on their abdomen, one hand draped on the crowbar still stuck in them.

You look up at The Cynosure, whom you just saved, or at least you hope and think so. You wave at them passively, and go back to looking down at the floor right in front of your knees, one of them bleeding quite badly. It should be fine, considering you’re made out of felt and how getting torn up is practically a daily occurrence, what with all the sharp edges lying around in The Doc’s mansion. You laugh for a minute appreciating how much The Doc just helped you. He sent the entire gang over, and it still might not have been enough to survive if not for the extra reinforcements from that freaky magic place or wherever the hell they came from. For all you know and care, they came from Hogwarts.

You and The Cynosure stop to look into the total, utter darkness, in which you can see The Kid, glowing slightly, and the shapes of some weird lookin’ monsters fighting. You don’t give a shit. You’re here and you’re happy. Oh, and you’re sitting on the “corpse” of one of your recently felled adversaries. That feels pretty good to be honest. You look down at it, just as its head reforms again, metal shrieking and groaning as it slowly comes back together like a backwards-moving recording. You sigh and decide to let the damn thing talk. It’s better to know your enemy for future reference than to spend the rest of your life beating the shit out of them.

Cynthia:

“You’re lucky.”

Cynthia’s mangled face finally regenerated to the point at which it could speak, albeit with a monotone and often crackling voice, the sound of static permeating and under-toning the otherwise perfectly pitched synthesizer’s voice.

“If I hadn’t been holding back the AI, you’d be dead.”

Crowbar looked down and sighed. He said that he knows. It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t putting her heart into it, her brain, consciousness, effort, whatever, into the fight when they started flinging themselves against walls and screaming out in pain.

“So… My name’s Cynthia.”

Crowbar pulled his weapon out of Cynthia’s chest with a crunching of more metal, and began polishing the black silicon dust off of it with his blood-stained sleeve. He said oh. Crowbar then asked why Cynthia was here; why her mind was so screwed up. Crowbar sighed, and said that he could work with psychos. He’d worked with fourteen really mentally fucked up people for literally millions of years, after all, considering how much he dabbled in time travel and chronological shenanigans.

Cynthia laughed. Crowbar asked why.

“I seem to get that a lot. People asking me why I’m filled with so much cognitive dissonance all the time. It’s because I’ve got an AI stuck in my head tryin’ to pull me down, see?”

Cynthia tapped their head a few times with a mangled and sparking finger, creating a soft ringing sound, as if their empty skull was an echo chamber. Obviously, the AI’s sub-processors hadn’t been regenerated yet, otherwise they’d probably be trying to stab Crowbar right about now.

“So who are you?”

Crowbar sighed, and just said that he was a green man from a green house who dabbled in time travel more than anyone should ever have to. He said that Cynthia’s story wasn’t all that weird compared to what he’d been through, honestly. In fact, he’d met plenty of people who made Cynthia seem positively boring.

“Heh. Oh, look. The AI’s back up. Umm, yo-”

Crowbar caught their hand as the broken servos tried to plunge a blade into him, strength still too lacking and inefficient to compare even to his measly slightly superhuman strength. He grabbed his crowbar and tore out the pneumatic pump, causing steam to hiss everywhere and for Cynthia’s arm to flail for a bit before settling down on the floor. Crowbar apologised for that.

“Don’t worry. And uh, hey. If you can help me up… The AI seems to have left well enough alone for now. I think I’m back in control up until the point at which I’m “strong” enough to take on The Cyno- The Ta- Camilla.”

Crowbar hefted them over their shoulder and sighed, lighting up a cigarette and popping it in his mouth, letting the soft light illuminate a radius of about two or three centimetres around the tip in this godforsaken place. The darkness was like a blanket. ‘Kay, enough of that poetic bullshit he thought.

Crowbar dropped Cynthia on the ground as Frisk suddenly summoned a burst of angels out of nowhere, and The Host themselves summoned dozens of Crystal Angels, most going after the still un-identifiable shape of Chara, while a few approached Crowbar and Cynthia.

Crowbar

You don’t let the clang of metal distract you, too busy being panicked from the sound of shimmering crystals, like hundreds of little shards falling past each-other in some kind of ethereal murmur. You grab your 50 caliber from earlier and pump lead into one of the incoming ones, The Cynosure still providing light, but too weak to do much else. You pump dozens of lead projectiles into the closest one, blowing them back and chipping a few large nicks off of them, but not doing much else other than maybe taking out a chunk of them the size of your thumb. You swear under your breath, before Kayla comes rushing over and blows them all back with a massive wave of fire, flinging them against the ground.

You notice that whenever they touch something, it turns to crystal. Fun fact, that apparently extends to the soot in fire too, as it spread back along the massive wave and to Kayla’s hand, the fine mist covering all of you and slowly beginning the process of crystallisation, extremely slow and dull in pain, but enough cause to absolutely panic. You decide whatever, since you’re going to be a big glass ornament pretty soon anyway and charge forward, slamming your crowbar into one of their heads, shattering it into pieces and scraping your face, the open wounds burning like fire as the crystals get inside and fuse to your skin.

You scream out in pain, and take another wild and blind swing, apparently skimming one’s head, knocking it over. You quickly bring your weapon down again and smash its head into little white shards, before one of them grabs your shoulder and begins hugging you, the sharp edges of their body puncturing you like some balloon full of blood, great deals of it pouring out, before reducing to a slow and steady ooze as the wounds themselves turned to even more crystal. You heave and buckle against them, but that only sends more excruciating pain lancing through your body.

You get saved by Kayla, touching them with a finger and causing them to disintegrate on the spot. Neither of you are in a good way, and you both look around at the circle of Crystal angels. The Cynosure is standing between you, and Cynthia is just lying on the ground. You almost regret tearing out their “muscles” and “tendons”. Almost. You don’t really; you kind of hate flighty broads like them. They remind you too much of snowman, especially with their carapace-like metal plating.

You smack any of the angels that get too near, but there are too many. Within just a minute or so you’re swarmed, and dragged under into a mess of crystal bodies, solidifying around you and themselves becoming motionless statues, pinning you to the ground alongside The Cynosure and Kayla, in absolute agony, unable to move.

[Slenderman The CreepyPasta King]

"Yes but not before it is due time." Strife said. "If destruction comes to early it can throw everything out of whack, the same thing if it comes to late, even ask war here, he was framed for starting the apocalypse prematurely. And ask death here what happened, all of the three kingdoms almost were obliterated by the revival of something that shouldn't have ever been alive."

[DAFT Universe]

TARDIS

Chell sighed. She knew the doctor was probably going to say something like that. "Okay." she said. "I'll tell you. If you can get me to the central chamber, I'm going to do a thing called Core transfer. It'll place me in the control of the facility. Now, I know the plan is to get my body back, but I think- no. I know that this is what I should do. Wheatley knows where it is, so ask him." Chell looked at Wheatley. "Also, if it happens, I need you to get out. No arguing." Chell didn't tell them that she thought this because it was in her code. She had been looking through her files when she was sleeping earlier and noticed that her purpose was to take over from GLADOS. The only thing she didn't know was why. Why would GLADOS want to put Chell, her worst (and only) enemy in control of the facility?

[Naval Monte]

Pokemon

Sans stayed quiet after Serena mentioned the child abuse. "listen, i know i didn't treat the kid well and even at times look as though i was going to hit them but i never lay a hand on them." He told her, now seeing that is what she was thinking of him. But too be fair he was thinking of that about himself as well. "i just want things to return back normal as well. damn that leprechaun, ever since he appeared everything has been turning into a train wreck."

Sans tried to stand up but fell back down, still too exhausted to get up on his own. "yeah i figure that. i tried, i really did. i tried to push my past behind me serena... but..." Sans chucked up on his words. "but how can anyone suspect me to just forget everything i've been through when it keeps haunting me in my sleeps. every night i keep getting flashes of those other time lines and at their worst i sleep walk or teleport into different locations. you won't believe how many times i've woken up with scratches because of those incidents."

Sans wonder if Serena would even by the idea of a skeleton bleeding because well he always surprise people whenever they see him bleed, hell he was surprise the first time he cut himself by accident, Papyrus went overboard on the concern over his brother when he saw blood leaking out of Sans wound on that day. It took a few days until Papyrus finally calmed down. Sans looked away when Serena began to rip up her dress, he was not going to have a repeat of that incident again!

Serena began to carry him and Sans blushed. "aren't you worried about people seeing you looking like that right now?" he asked, not really resisting her hold on him since he always try to make his brother carry him because he enjoys it. When Serena began to use her telepathy to speak to him Sans mentally whistled. "neat trick, this would come very handy for us. just give me a while to rest i can take us through a shortcut to find hotaru. though i wish i knew where she is so i don't make us lost by mistake." When Serena told him that she knows of a safe place for both her and Hotaru what Sans told her would surprise the girl.

"don't tell me what it is serena. this hideout would be much safer the less people know about it, including me. just try to find her and take her to that place. i will try to keep this queen busy on the mean time." Soon a door appeared and Sans was confused by it but when they entered he saw the queen carrying Hotaru. Sans was placed down and slapped his face on his face as Serena tried to look threatening while being out on her underwear.

Sans took off his jacket. "serena catch." he yelled out as he threw his jacket at her. Sans fired out three bones, which is how much he can fire out due to his fatigue. What's worse is the speed the bones are traveling means that they can easily be dodged.

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Quarry

As Cynder began to push down the aged wooden gates Elizabeth turn the safety of her gun off and brought her new dagger close, getting in position that made it look as though she knows CQC even though most of her experience with that was just seeing what others know of it and what she saw from media.

Once the gate fell Elizabeth's felt a cold sensation go throughout her body and her hairs stand up, she felt the spirits at the other side just as they moan in pain. As the spirits appeared and fled Elizabeth put away her weapons, knowing that these spirits will not be hostile. "Alright girls, find whatever chalks you can carry and place them on the egg vase and once it's nearly fill we get out of here and leave these spirits alone." Elizabeth told the group, taking out a lighter for better lighting as she look for chalk.

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Warren

As the group was forced to watch the children fight against the creature known simply as the Host. Any time Toriel and Asgore tried to join in the fight giant crystals will grow from the ground to block their attacks, the Host making sure no one interferes in it's fight. However their attention soon turn to Crowbar and Cynthia now fighting. "OH NO, NOT THIS AGAIN." Papyrus moaned out. The injured skeleton began to use his powers to make Cynthia became more passive, not knowing that his powers will not work with the AIs in her head.

As the two monster parents try to find Chara in the dark as they fight against the Host they soon saw angels of different types being summon from both the Hosts and from Frisk. Most of the angels focused their attacks against each other but they saw that the Host produced more angels than Frisk and used some to attack the group. Asgore and Toriel saw the angels closing in on them and one of the angels fire a beam of arcane energy at them while smaller orbs were being shot at them.

The two goat monsters dodged the beam and used their fire magic to form their own fiery sphere and interpect the arcane orbs. The two monsters saw that the area that the beam hit form crystals and that sheets of crystals can be seen on the air, with crystallized embers falling down. Papyrus saw the angels attacked and used his blue attack to force some of the angels down on to the ground, making some shatter upon impact due to the force that he exerted on them. He apologized for doing that and was met with crystal shards being fired and hitting in on the chest. Papyrus screamed in pain as more of his ribs were broken, his shoulder blades also being hit. Papyrus couldn't move now as crystals began to grow from his body.

Seeing what happened to Kayla and her wave of fire it made the two monsters know that with some of their attacks they have to be careful. Asgore slammed his hand on the ground and massive pillars of fire came bursting out of the ground as Toriel created a miniature soon that unleash a barrage of smaller fireballs all over, both attacks hitting many angels. However many of the crystallized dust that surrounded them soon proved to be a hazard as Toriel began to cough vilenelty and was wheezing for air, small crystals growing inside of her lungs. Asgore too was suffering the same fate as Toriel but when they saw what was happening to Crowbar, Cynsosure and Kayla they both knew that they had to do something and fast.

Asgore soon found Reaper standing before him. "I may provide you with some assistance if you are willing to pay me." Asgore had a bad feeling about this human but seeing no other option he had to agree on getting his help. As the two began to discuss on what their deal should be Papyrus saw what was happening with the group being swarmed by angels and acted immediately. Using the power of his blue attack he began to lift all of the angels off the group and fire bones from underground to piece all of them, shattering them into pieces.

Papyrus effort on saving the group however made some of the angels look down at him and blow down a powerful gust of wind that sent the skeleton to the wall, where more crystals grew around him and kept him trap on the wall, leaving his head as the only part of his body that was still free. As more angels tried to attack the still downed group Toriel defended them with a new wave of fireballs but she couldn't keep the attack on for too long as the crystals in her lungs made it hard for her to breath.

Frisk saw what was going on and wish they can send an angel or two to help them but each time one of their angels tried to leave they would find more of the crystal angels blocking them, keeping them in the fight. The Host form a crystal ball on it's hand and threw it at Chara, exploding into a dust cloud of powder crystals and mist of arcane energy. The fallen child would find some of their powers would be temporarily disabled should they have made contact with the strange cloud. The crystal angels would make crystal spikes form around Chara, trapping them in. Yet these crystals were different, these had the power to drain their energy.

Seeing the attack Frisk ordered one of their angels to fire a beam of holy energy at one of the crystals keeping Chara trapped. As the serpentine angel unleash the bright nova as a destructive beam several of the crystal angels appeared and together unleash a combined beam of arcane energy that stopped the beam of the angel in it's tracks. Frisk fired out a volley of holy orbs at the crystals keeping Chara imprisoned but magical orbs or crystal shards would stop their attacks. The very floor underneath Chara began to break and bent, the only signs of this happening where the loud groans of the metal being broken apart by an unseen force. The metal floor would form around Chara, trapping them in a metal coffin as the same form would be pushing down on them, trying to crush the child within.

Frisk was going to deliver another attack on the Host but they stopped as their mind was being flooded with past atrocities committed by the Warrens. Frisk grabbed their head and screamed in pain as more of the horrific images flash before their mind's eyes, they were too distracted by the mental images that Frisk never had a chance on seeing the Host fly towards them and slap the child down to the ground. Frisk bounced off the ground once they made impact and before they came back down the Host dived down pushed them down at the ground, a sickening pop can be heard along with cracks as some of Frisk's bones were either moved out of place or were broken from the attack.

The inner jaw of the Host came out, the creature leaning its head close to sink it's inner jaw into the child's skull and devour their grey matter.