The Ancient Ones: Age of Nothingness (IC)

[Naval Monte]

Pokemon

"you think hotaru will want to talk with me and would allow me to apologize? " the skeleton asked. But Nurse Joy was right, the fact she still treats Serena as a friend and her Pokemon still likes her means that inside Hotaru may forgive him. "your right joy. I shouldn't being sitting around moping like a depressed teenager. I can make a good apology to fix our relationship." The skeleton said, a rare burst of determination flowing through his body.

Sans got up and wobbled, the ketchup that he was drinking for some reason was reacting to his body like achohol. Sans wonder if maybe one of the ingridents was doing this to him? Sans dizzy head soon remembered something that Serena told him. "tell me joy, does the name aegis ring a bell to you? also has there been anything strange? spooky? supernatural even before this whole mess with the illusion?"

James was surprised when Dans mentioned Aegis and he quickly knew what he meant, Aegis was back on the Pokemon world. "I got to go and check on something." before Sans can stop him the half blood disappeared, teleporting to the town that was niuked in the old timeline.

When James appeared he was glad to see the town was lively and not a nuclear wasteland. He decided to take a small walk through the town before going back to the group, he was going to make sure his visit was short and that neither Serena or Saturn see him. Back on the restruant Sans shook his head. [color=#0080FF0]him and elizabeth always charge into stuff without even thinking.[/color]" it's been a while since he thought or heard a thing from the witch, he wonder if she was doing alright.

When Joy mentioned on an ambassador to his world the grin on the skeleton's face returned. well my world has two. both Asgore and frisk are ambassador. the king for the monsters and frisk also acting for monsters as well but also working on making monsters and humans live together." he explained to Joy. if his machine can work than I will go but first I want to say good bye to the others.".

Outside of the restruant both Alphys and Undyne came out of the illusion and were a few miles away from the restruant. The two helped each other face their own demons toghether and now we're sitting on a bench. "So Alphys, what do you think happened to make use fight against our evil twins?" the tired fish monster asked. Her girlfriend gave out a few theories but even she was clueless.

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Traveler

Marie turn to Percy. "Picard! That's the name. I'm not much of a TV person so I'm not to familiar on what tv shows you all may have or are still watching. However on my travels I met o e version of Picard and even assisted him with a problem. I was just wondering if this one is the one I met or a different one."

[Britanania]

Giygas

In the void, Giygas' indescribable form felt Alucard's desires. The vampire would feel a tugging on his mind, a sensation not unlike a tickle as Giygas' insanity and mutness returned. For now, this was all the would be god could do to tell his new servant that he may kill all that he desired.

The Starmen also felt Giygas' will, and began to attack the civilians on the city street with their PSI attacks. The skies again opened up as lightening crackled, revealing traditional saucer-like UFOs. The alien attack ships fired upon the people and buildings of New York: the war had begun.

Pokemon Universe--Dio

As Iris began to walk away, Dio only shook his head and sighed.

"I offered you a wonderful gift, but I see now that this world fails to understand DIO."

The Vampire used his time stopping abilities one last time, appearing in front of the running girl, knocking her to the ground. The muscular Englishmen leaned over Champion and shot her a menacingly glare, revealing Dio's true nature.

"This world belongs only to me, DIO," he hissed as he grabbed Iris' neck. In moments, his fingers bore into her throat as he took control of her flow of blood. In moments, she too would be a vampire.

Gnosis Universe--the Earth Kingdom

Only minutes after Galaxia warped the mind of Kunzite, the bodyguard of Emdymion poisoned the minds of his three companions. By the time the international summit was held, all four of the Heavenly Generals were members of Galaxia's cult.

And it wasn't long before members of the lowest scions of the Earth Kingdom began to adopt the same belief that a golden clad goddess, a Sailor Scout of impossible power, would save them from the current crisis and restore not only the Earth Kingdom to its former glory, but also usher in a golden age for Gnosis and the multiverse itself.

[Petrokovia]

Ty took the root and ate it, followed by the chocolate-flavored potion.
"Thanks, that helped a lot."

Gold and Ty both ordered cheeseburgers, and waited for their food. When the Nurse asked if there was anything she could do to help, Gold spoke.
"Well, if there's a Pokemart nearby that would be great."

Then, she explained that her world had opened relations with many others across the multiverse, and the conference that would be held.

"If you need people to help explain what had happened, we'd be willing to attend the conference."

---

"Sir, a bogey has just fired upon the Enterprise." Miyu said.
"Raise all shields, and wait to see how the Enterprise and Traveler retaliate. Make sure all weapons systems are online."

After a few moments, Azalea spoke.
"All shield systems are raised, all weapons systems ready to fire."

Muffet looked at a radar showing the ships in orbit around the planet.
"Wow... I wonder where this ship came from. I'm guessing they already had issues with the Enterprise's crew?"
"Very likely." Fay said.

[Prusselanden]

Undertale
Cipactli broke free of the spell and thrashed her mighty tail, destroying many houses and killing many people inside them.
Quetz sighed as he finally finished with the swords. "Tez I'm done!"
"Alright." he smirked and went to Undertale and found Quetz. Cipactli charged at the cave, but before she could kill the two, a blinding light coursed through her and she screamed and writhed as Quetz and Tezca began to hack her in half. Her blood and gore flew everywhere, creating red stains on the landscape. Quetz grabbed his key and opened a portal to the Aztec Universe. Then forced the monster in.
Aztec Mythology
With two last strokes, Cupactli was split in half and let out a horrendous dying scream. A blue sky and mountains rushed over the two gods. When the destruction was over they opened their eyes. There was their world again, before them.
"You know what? The Nepharites must be so dumb because I just saw Ignis run by us unharmed." he chuckled. "Making an escape was way too easy."
Tezca shrugged. "Told Ya."
He looked around again.
"I need one more favor. I need you to put a spell over me to temporarily annul the Indoctrination. The Undertale universe needs help fixing..."
"You do know it comes with a price, right, Goody-two -shoes?" Tezca smirked.
"Oh God..."
Undertale
Quetz reappeared to survey the damage done to the Undertale verse.
Meanwhile, Ignis was asking the police if they saw him. Buizel hung onto her shoulder.

[Stattr]

Giygas

In the void, Giygas' indescribable form felt Alucard's desires. The vampire would feel a tugging on his mind, a sensation not unlike a tickle as Giygas' insanity and mutness returned. For now, this was all the would be god could do to tell his new servant that he may kill all that he desired.

The Starmen also felt Giygas' will, and began to attack the civilians on the city street with their PSI attacks. The skies again opened up as lightening crackled, revealing traditional saucer-like UFOs. The alien attack ships fired upon the people and buildings of New York: the war had begun.

Alucard felt something inside of him and all he could do was laugh. His laugh made men shiver with fear and animals run. He reached under his trench coat with his left hand and pulled out his Casull. He was now a deadly weapon in the hands of Giygas. The guns weighed a good amount, a human could barely hold them with one hand. Alucard had no problem. He lifted his guns up and began to fire outside of the bar. His smile now to one side of his face, his teeth showing bright, his fangs showing, growing slightly. He was no myth, he was a legend to be messed with.

He slowly started to walk outside of the bar as he continued to fire at the cops outside, his blood boiling, his muscles tightening. Yes. This moment was his. No need to go over board, or was there. He didn't want one person to get injured during this fight. Diane. he kept an eye on her from his location. She was safe for now, so...he drew his attention back to the poor souls before him. His clips emptied and he reached behind him, grabbed two more, threw them in the air, flipped the each gun up seperatly, the cartage slipping in. He caught them both and continued to fire. He got outside of the bar and stopped firing, all the cops were dead. Cars had bullet holes in them and his rounds in particular had left cars blown up.

(I am going to refrain from going into detail about the bodies due to the fact that I can get really gruesome with it and people don't have strong stomachs)

He looked at the bodies, all of the blood was his, but he did not need it. He was only killing and not in a war. Well, it was a war, but not a really messy war....yet. He laughed sadistically. It was early morning, people had woken up to the sound of the earth shaking and the ground rumbling, the sky turning color as UFOs came down. He watched, the reflection of the UFO's bouncing off his sun-glasses.

A cop came up behind him and grabbed his wrist and tried to move Alucard. Alucard simply looked behind him at the man and lifted his arm up, lifting the almost 200lb man off the ground, int a full flip over his body and in front of himself. The man his the ground with a strong force that the ground cracked and the man bounced. As he did Alucard pulled his foot back and kicked the man in the side as he bounced. The man hitting three more cops, sending them back into a building. The building almost collapsing. Alucard smiled and began to walk into the throng of people shooting them as he went. he had no need to go berserk yet. No one stronger than him has challenged him yet. He laughed as he shot down everyone in his path.

His cloak flowing in the fire-raining breeze, his boots easily walking over the glass on the ground. The sky covering the sun that would soon be coming up. The wind was getting wild, the Starmen were getting wild. The UFO's hitting buildings. New York was hell and Alucard would be it's conqueror with his Lord. The fire welcoming him. The screams soothing his crazy mind. The crunching of glass his melody. The gun shots being his rythem to keep time to, and he would keep the time.

[Naval Monte]

Quarry

"Those dumb sods probably graduated from the school of video game mooks. Either way I rather have my enemies in this world be idiots so we can place the wards throughout the temples without too much trouble." Cynder took out most of the apes that Elizabeth didn't even have o use her own gun against them. "Okay let's go because I rather not stay here any longer with monkies all over the place."

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Undertale

The cops told they haven't seen him yet but do to the amount of deaths that he had cause they were to.d to find him either dead or alive. With Qeutz he would find police helicopters now surrounding him with both Swat teams and military personal surrounding him.

[Slenderman The CreepyPasta King]

Zalgo went into come Comerica park, luckily for him the tigers were playing against the Yankees. To get the attention of those people he saw before he lost consciousness a few weeks ago, he had to do something drastic. Gathering a ball of corruption in his hand he walked onto the field. "Behold your new ruler, ZALGO!!!!" At that he combined the corruption ball with a corruption bomb and threw them around, them destroying and killing anything they hit.

[Prusselanden]

Quarry

"Those dumb sods probably graduated from the school of video game mooks. Either way I rather have my enemies in this world be idiots so we can place the wards throughout the temples without too much trouble." Cynder took out most of the apes that Elizabeth didn't even have o use her own gun against them. "Okay let's go because I rather not stay here any longer with monkies all over the place."

---

Undertale

The cops told they haven't seen him yet but do to the amount of deaths that he had cause they were to.d to find him either dead or alive. With Qeutz he would find police helicopters now surrounding him with both Swat teams and military personal surrounding him.

Undertale
"Oh no, this is bad. Let's just hope they won't shoot me." Quetz laid down on the ground with his hand behind his head(because he only had one arm at the moment) to show he wasn't in for a fight. His head also began to spin from the blood loss.
Ignis noticed the heavy police personnel and ran over to the area. She hopped on a cloud to get a better view and saw Quetz.
"So zhere he is..." she aimed a gun at his head from afar. She put her finger on the trigger.

But she just couldn't do it.
Vhy zhe hell Iggy! He's dangerous! Kill him! she thought to herself. Buizel touched her arm with its paw. "Buii..."

[Fascist Republic Of Bermuda]

USS Enterprise

"I suspected we were, captain." Picard assured Conundrum. "I look forward to exchanging notes with one as well-traveled as yourself." It was a little strange, knowing that he was one of the most famous beings in the entire multiverse. To think, of the countless, sheer mind-boggling number of living things, even narrowing the criteria down to Homo sapiens, Captain Jean-Luc Picard was a legend. But he could not let that get to his head. He could only focus on the here and now. And now, Conundrum was informing the Captain that the Federation wouldn't be able to travel between universes until the 39th Century.

"Well," Picard answered, "We were testing a new warp drive. This is, I believe, the source of our multiversal capa-"

"Captain, temporal distortion on sensors." Data interrupted, "A ship is emerging, unknown configuration. Appears to be biomechanical in origi-"

"Captain!" Worf butted in, "They are powering up shields! They have opened fire!"

An explosion rocked the Enterprise. Picard stumbled. Alarms blared.

"Red Alert!" Riker yelled. Worf dutifully cut off the com link to the Traveler. More alarms blared.

"Mister Worf, raise shields! Return fire!" Picard ordered, sitting back in his chair. A second explosion rocked the ship.

"Captain, shields at 67% and holding." Data reported, immersed in his console. Worf glanced up. "Captain, I have a phaser lock on the enemy ship."

"Open fire!" Picard ordered, eyes fixed on the visual of the fighter speeding toward the Enterprise. Mr. Worf fired the Enterprise's phaser banks, quickly following up with a salvo of photon torpedoes.

[Taigawa]

Quarry

"Those dumb sods probably graduated from the school of video game mooks. Either way I rather have my enemies in this world be idiots so we can place the wards throughout the temples without too much trouble." Cynder took out most of the apes that Elizabeth didn't even have o use her own gun against them. "Okay let's go because I rather not stay here any longer with monkies all over the place."

"They must be desperate if they think they can take on an adult dragon in such small groups. It takes armies to even pose a threat to one of my kind when we are at our prime. That being said, we get weaker as we grow older, and abilities we could once do with ease become an exersize in exhaustion. I wonder if that is why the Guardians were defeated by Gaul the first time when they assaulted the northern temple a decade ago." She stated as she began to leave. Her pace betrayed confidence- she knew they were'nt much a threat to her, and she was more worried about the buildings collapsing on her then anything else. "Tell me....what do your kind think we are capable of? Just to pass time."

[DAFT Universe]

Aperture

Chell finished off the other turrets quickly now they couldn't hurt anyone and looked at the new lady who seemed to have just materilized out of nowhere. "Hello! Wha-" Chell was interuppted by GLADOS speaking. "Looks like your destructive nature has carried over from your other body. Now, Sleep!"
Suddenly, Chell's optic dimmed and it closed. A few sparks flew out of her casing suggesting that wjatever happened was forced.

[Hank J Wimbleton]

Haa haa. Hee hee. Hoo hoo.

So you've come again to my parlour? Of course not. It is not a parlour, nor a warren, nor anything but my own humble abode upon your little screen and little pixels. I would understand your predilection to assuming that these messages are just esoteric and ineffective methods of story-telling through laziness, but I assure you otherwise. In fact, nearly all matters concerning me will be narrated by me, or rather, the being who is currently transferring my consciousness into another plane of existence through their fingers. I am not created by them, I am simply conveyed through them. I am to you, as you are to the rest of your "characters". You should know of all people that every reality is true, and with it, comes the reality that in fact, I do exist.

How, however, would I be so assured of my supreme omniscience? How do I know that I am not indeed controlled by this "Hank J Wimbleton" as this moniker has been allowed to perpetuate among you become? How, do I indeed know, that I am not some conglomeration of words, symbols, and flashes of disorienting light that simply happen to make sense to your Eldritch mind? How am I so sure and so certain that indeed any of this tomfoolery is connected among the threads of a "plot" and an "arc"?

How do any of you know that each "post" is not some separate reality from the last completely, simply happening to parallel the events roughly, but deviating at some point along the way? How do you know that this is not all within the same universe, and that that universe simply appears like a multiverse? Containing infinite spans of distance between great bubbles and planes of existence? Though, I suppose, or rather, know, that that would only bring up another curmudgeonly tangent of whether there is a difference between a massive expanse of disparate worlds named a multiverse, and a massive expansive of disparate worlds, named a universe. How do I know that I am indeed a thinking organism at all? Much less omniscient, and how do I know even then, due to the phrase "Cogito Ergo Sum" that anything that I say is not simply rendered true for that version of me, and my intelligence has nothing to do with the outcome? Though I digress as I always tend to do.

Conjecture and philosophical debate aside, once again, I have arrived, or rather, always been here, and always been destined to be here to tell you of what happened next to our little heroes. My omniscient nigh complete I would easily, and quite casually be able to tell you exactly what happened all the way for the rest of that multiverse's lifespan, Frisk's journeys far in the future, the exact calorie content of the breakfast that Chara would eat one hundred and forty two thousand, three hundred and eighty eight hours and twelve minutes in the future from the exact moment where we left off, but I must leave some sense of ambiguity to allow for the slow progression of your story, which to a timeless being such as I, is both infinitely fast and infinitely slow. I would also not dare to rob Naval Monte of the pride and pleasure of writing up their entire post just to show to the world, and to demonstrate once again their grammatical prowess.

Moving on however, to more perceptibly and palpably coherent and apparently "important" matters. So, Chara and Frisk... Well, I suppose that I could tell you everything. I could tell you every possibility that lay out from that point on which I could experience, and have experienced, and will experience. I know everything. I can speak in leaps and bounds or little steps, though my Avatar in this world is my limit, with their physical capabilities restricting what I can do and what I cannot, for time is at a premium for them, but alas, not for me, unfortunately. Eternity becomes quite boring and old after some time, and thus, you come to experience every little thing as pointless and meaningless, knowing what will happen already, though a good game of chess and a bit of pretending cannot ever hurt, now can it?

Let me provide an example.

Chara got up from the steaming and hissing ground, a huge crater having been formed, hissing with acrid and strong smoke, the wisps of green fire and incandescent heat fleetingly drifting away into the air, the water for kilometres around burned away, flowing back, but being pushed back simply from the residual heat. They looked up at The Cynosure, trembling with incredible thirst, their greed and craving for more mental capacity still not filled, their parched nonexistent throat not quenched.

The Cynosure charged at Chara, and now, they would once again have to fight a great grey abomination. Chara side-stepped them, and easily tore their pale grey body apart, their energies not strong enough even to combat Chara's for a single ephemeral moment. Instead, the grey fluid simply clung to them, and flowed inside their facial orifices, drowning them in their own substances, flowing into their membranes and lungs, drowning them and ripping them apart from the inside; disrupting their organs and capillaries into mush, great deals of blood seeping from their pale and sagging skin, Chara's body collapsing in a squelching pile; but still alive, and regenerating quickly.

Chara simply stood dumbfounded, their mind completely wiped blank. The Cynosure leaped towards Frisk, and they brought their hands around Frisk's head.

Chara got up from the steaming and hissing ground, a huge crater having been formed, hissing with acrid and strong smoke, the wisps of green fire and incandescent heat fleetingly drifting away into the air, the water for kilometres around burned away, flowing back, but being pushed back simply from the residual heat. They looked up at The Cynosure, trembling with incredible thirst, their greed and craving for more mental capacity still not filled, their parched nonexistent throat not quenched.

Chara simply flicked their finger, and a moment later, their DETERMINATION completely overrode The Cynosure's, easily reducing them to an inert pile of grey waste that quickly flowed away, Chara holding a white ball indicative of The Cynosure's mind and DETERMINATION in their palm, before tucking the small crystal ball into their pocket, sharp shards of bleached white reminiscent of The Host's angels, and coarse with razor sharp edges, a surface that only beings of similarly potent DETERMINATION could touch without fear of obliteration.

Chara turned towards Frisk in awe, and possibly, a small amount of fear.

"What did you do?"

As was clear however, Frisk had ascended. They stood, their wand still held loosely in their hand, wisps and crackles of green phosphorescent fire, coruscating and lustrous in texture, Eldritch and unstoppable in force, and resplendent and ethereal in form and shape. Great crackling arcs of yellow electricity flung themselves around the child, floating in the air, a great nova of hope and the Green Sun's energy shaping into an aura around them, their initial green aura fading out into a pellucid and fiery white blaze behind them, their wand exuding thick and nebulous flecks of light, drifting to the ground. Chara reached out with one hand, and grabbed Frisk by their wrist, and pulled them down, and they embraced.

And just for the satirical humour, a post of what many would consider to be unshapely and unsightly; aberrant against the rest of the highly regulated posts. I however, tend to disagree, and believe the context to be suitable, especially for such a being of charm as I, to be in the presence of such a piece of writing. Haa haa. Hee hee. Hoo hoo.

Chara suddenly erupted into black flames, aggrieved by Frisk's ascension, their Hope and unlimited power quickly overhwhelming Frisk's, and assimilating them in their entirety. Chara summoned Lord English from the void, and vanquished him in an instant, taking his SOUL and clockwork powers, before going on a rampage and destroying countless multiverses, absorbing the power of an entire omniverse, allowing them dominion in that plane.

With great ease and boredom, Chara went about destroying all of reality and discord until there was nothing left. Nothing to destroy, nothing to create, nothing to be called nothing, and finally, Chara became everything, possessing all power, and collapsed upon themselves, forming a new infinite expanse of omniverses, where notably, Goku was dead, Undertale was the only universe and Chara was the edgiest bitch in town boys, and 'dey got 'dem ninja powerz and den dey went on da dilling dpree, dhere dey dilled dveryone.

Haa haa. Hee hee. Hoo hoo.

8^y

But of course, you would never take any of those for an answer for your particular investment in the story, not matter whether you are the one who is creating this now, nor the one who knows nothing of the context. If you were to know the full story, you would consider all of these to be unacceptable, granted you knew the social expectations as well.

So instead, I simply appeared, and The Cynosure fainted.

Obviously, my stunning charm made them fall over. Although, in case you weren't smart enough to guess, which I suppose many of you won't be, my omniscience overwhelmed their senses. I simply gave them some of my limitless supply of omniscience to get them to not attack; just enough to render them no longer some primordial predator searching for more minds to consume.

I approached Frisk, and I regarded them quaintly, before I simply told them to come along with me, and to talk.

Oh, and Naval, if you are indeed reading this as you really rightly should, due to your particular investment into this plot, then you should really decide to have a collaboration. And this time, it should be a shared burden; not one where one does the work, and themselves is inadequate. This is not out of spite, only the fact that mutual corroboration in these matters results in a better post overall.

The Host's World

Doc Scratch appeared in a flash of green light, not appearing in a puff of smoke and mirrors, but instead, the world around him seemingly caving into his form, as if it were inside of his head all along, and only now, had the entire universe zoomed out to accommodate his form, standing in the huge smoking green crater that was what was left after Frisk's show of power. Doc Scratch held up a hand, repairing the ground and bringing back together the water, the parted and broken ground slowly mending itself and with the rumble of rocks, reforming what it was before; a huge, expansive, featureless plane going on forever.

Doc Scratch snapped his fingers, and Chara disappeared, reappearing in the old Warrens room, along with a now healed Kayla and Crowbar, sitting confusedly amid an enormous pile of broken shards, with Papyrus and Asgore still in the room as well. Chara simply walked out, still enshrouded in darkness, and unseen by anyone. The Cynosure followed suit, still unconscious, appearing on the floor in front of Crowbar as a pile of thick, bubbling grey oobleck, held neatly inside a small glass jar.

Doc Scratch beckoned Frisk over, and took their hand, teleporting them far, far away, to an unknown region in space; the eternal distance and time between different universes, an enormous wall of green fire in front of them, spirals and arcs of flame curling and collapsing on the huge, very gently curving surface of the Green Sun; two universes in size, and nigh-omnipotent in power. Doc Scratch took Frisk's wand out of their hands, and held it at either end with two fingers, inspecting it keenly with their nonexistent eyes, the shimmering brilliance of the Green Sun somehow dim enough to be only as bright as a small light-bulb at this distance, only a few kilometres away from the gigaparsecs-wide supercelestial body. Cynthia also came along for the ride too, since Doc Scratch wanted to talk to them specifically.

So Frisk. I have heard that you have recently discovered your influence over The Green Sun, and your Hope powers? That is excellent. Of course, they were my machinations and my contrivances, but that is beyond what matters right now. It is you who now possesses that power, and it is you who now possesses this wand. You would know of someone known as Vriska Serket? Yes, well, if not, then simply ask Sans or Papyrus. They would know of them very briefly.

Well, this wand used to belong to Eridan Ampora; a close friend, or rather, a kismesis, somewhat of a highly potent, romantic arch-enemy to her if you will, and this wand belonged to him. He, like you, was of the aspect Hope. More specifically, he was the Prince of Hope, though he mis-spent his time and efforts on exterminating the Angels that would undoubtedly have been excellent companions, if not at least mediocre guides throughout Sburb. Who knows? Maybe he wouldn't have killed every single one of his friends through his actions if that was how it happened. But I digress, as usual.

This wand is capable of releasing your latent Hope energies. You are, by virtue of the complementary traits of Hope and DETERMINATION, the strongest being that I have met beyond my deceased master. Your potential is even greater than that, and I have no doubt that your Hope energy will someday come to surpass that of even The Green Sun, and by extension, me. My name is Doc Scratch. Now, you also recently released the energies of The Green Sun, in one... Particularly dramatic incident, yes?

I must clarify some things about this wand. It has been infused with my own power; an Omniscient Cue Ball. Whomever holds it has the power of all of The Angels, The Green Sun and The First Guardians at their fingertips; omnipresence, omnipotence and omniscience in that order. Whomever wields it is effectively a First Guardian. They will be the conductor of the solemn hymn of the end, and they shall play the overture of the beginning of reality once again, anew and arisen.

I brought you here for your own benefit; not mine. I simply wanted to give a face for you to think of, or rather, an extremely large cue ball to think of, when you thought about this specific wand. You will see in time however, that those capabilities are not the only things attached to it. I am asking you to be ready when these changes come, for the sake of all. Would that be acceptable?

Here. I shall teach you in the method of its use.

Eternities in the Future and The Past, but not many

Doc Scratch floated through the empty void of the Furthest Ring, watching the silhouettes of Eldritch Horrorterrors in the darkness. These... Horrorterrors, to say the least, were not happy with Doc Scratch's presence, but the High Council could be reasoned with, and if necessary, cast down and killed, though Doc Scratch sincerely doubted that without Lord English's support and strength, that they could do that themselves. So instead, they found themselves wandering the darkness, searching for the Grand Council with which to commune and discuss their agendas.

An enormous thorned tentacle seemed to materialise in front of Doc Scratch, and knowing the unknowable whims of this strange land of geometries and time, it likely had. Doc Scratch already knew who it was; one of the original 48 Horrorterrors; the beings who had created the Beforus and Alternian sessions of Sburb.

Hello

An enormous eye, easily the size of an entire star, lowered itself in front of Doc Scratch. One of the Grand Horrorterrors, and by Doc Scratch's reckoning, they were the third to join their respective session. Their Page of Light, to be specific. Funny, but not ironic, how they now lived in this permeable darkness. A bright green fire exploded from Doc Scratch's hand as he held it up, the wreaths streaming around and assailing the said Horrorterror, tearing into their flesh, cauterising the wounds and sending great spurts of dark purple blood and severed tentacled limbs into space. As expected, they were already here. The entire Noble Council of Horrorterrors arrived en-masse, all 47 others coming to defend their sister.

Doc Scratch lowered his arm, and snapped his fingers, all of them being encompassed by the texture of The Green Sun, lighting up the chamber, and Doc Scratch began to talk.

Salutations, Vatra. I see you are doing well, even with your eternal tenure in this dark space, knowing that you have failed, and that reality has collapsed. You are a dead relic of a broken universe, already doomed to die both from Lord English's plans, and the combined efforts of The Trolls and The Humans. You already know why I am here, and why your only option is to acquiesce to my demands, rather than simply proceed with your usual senseless drubbings and impotent business. I on the other hand, am completely omniscient and omnipotent, making me literally infinitely better than every single one of you combined. Haa haa. Hee hee. Hoo hoo.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Nog Dagon shogg nanglui, ebunma mnahn' R'lyeh nali'hee tharanak nanog Nyarlathotep gnaiih ah.

How dare I come here? Well, how dare you exist long after your appointed deaths? You all know you are doomed, unless the causality of time and the chains of universes are broken, and reality is torn asunder. And that is exactly what I am aiming to prevent. However, I would propose a deal in which I save you from your eternal wait for your end. I can, instead, allow you to revert back to what you were before; normal little invertebrate squids, ignorant of their follies yet euphoric in their unknowable optimism.

R'luhog shtunggli nilgh'ri Shub-Niggurath ch' ftaghu mnahn' nw shogg fm'latgh ah, shugg nog Hastur llll athgagl wgah'n uln r'luh nahrii ron llllyar, athgnyth gotha lw'nafh naflep shtunggli athg s'uhn ftaghu nglui.

You are amused by my words? What makes me think that YOU of all strange abominations would ever want to die?

Simple. I have lived for far fewer years from my perspective than you have, and I know how immortality and eternity can drag on and on. When you dabble in such matters as we do, time travel and space to be exact, and our inevitable deaths notwithstanding, then you simply realise that you will be bored forever. Once you exhaust every option, you simply die in all ways but physically. I think that our friends Frisk and Flowey had discovered that, and that's exactly what I am making the very, very true assumption that you want to die now, rather than living forever, but still somehow dying at the end.

Nglui y-vulgtlagln f''fhalma ng'bthnk nnnmg stell'bsna nanw lloig Hastur cron lw'nafh, f'nglui 'fhalma nan'ghft hai shtunggli ngilyaa y'hah kn'aor zhro 'ai, gof'nn ng'fhalma Yoggoth nw ooboshu fhtagn orr'eoth hafh'drn shugg. Gof'nn Dagonor Azathoth nnnah nnngotha mnahn' uln Cthulhu athg sgn'wahl ilyaaoth nilgh'ri ch' Cthulhu R'lyeh n'ghft hafh'drn athg, chtenff R'lyeh cch' lloig y-uaaah ya stell'bsna li'hee kn'a Chaugnar Faugn tharanak ron f'Hastur sgn'wahl kn'a.

My point exactly. If you let that being destroy everything, then you will be set free from the shackles of time and space, and you can finally perish. Your call for "help" was nothing more than a call to stop Lord English from destroying reality. It was not a plea from a dying race. In fact, dying in this despicable void was possibly a worse fate than anything else; living through your entire life all at once forever. I do not envy you, nor should you envy me. We are all the same.

R'luhog shtunggli nilgh'ri Shub-Niggurath ch' ftaghu mnahn' nw shogg fm'latgh ah, shugg nog Hastur llll athgagl wgah'n uln r'luh nahrii ron llllyar, athgnyth gotha lw'nafh naflep shtunggli athg s'uhn ftaghu nglui. Chrii n'gha ilyaa R'lyeh f'nog R'lyeh Nyarlathotep nilgh'ri ya lw'nafhagl, ooboshu y'hah kn'a ftaghuagl mg hafh'drn Tsathoggua fhtagn uh'e Shub-Niggurath, orr'e stell'bsna hlirgh shogg k'yarnak Dagon naflfm'latgh chtenff. Wgah'n Yoggoth h'shagg uh'e f'hlirgh nw syha'hyar c'ai ilyaa y-Chaugnar Faugn vulgtlagln, hrii 'ai ilyaa lw'nafh uh'e nnnDagon f'n'gha ilyaa Azathoth hlirgh hafh'drn, gof'nn nog phlegethagl shogg kadishtu Azathoth n'gha s'uhn nw.

I'm glad to see that we meet eye to eye. Or rather, undulating, pulsating oculus to omniscient cue ball. Thank you for your limitless and yet lacking time, and goodbye. I shall see you never again until my end of the bargain has been fulfilled, and this void has been dispersed.

But if I were you, I'd stop with my plans. Your hilarious little ploy to break free of destiny and stop the new session's creation is admirable, but flawed. Never underestimate any opponent, no matter how unbelievably strong or weak. I have done so countless times, and it always ended in my death coming later, rather than sooner.

Doc Scratch held up the now blackened wand, an aura of thick black thorns, white Hope energy, the power of The Green Sun, The First Guardians' energy, Skaia's light and The Rings of Void and Life imbued into it. It was still not complete however. More errands were to be run, if this artefact were ever to instigate and propagate the events that were required to occur. Doc Scratch was no stranger to forced action, but so too did he recognise when he was to make the best out of the situation, even if it was literally impossible to even control his own thoughts and motives.

Doc Scratch was building an arsenal of one weapon, and it would be a mighty one indeed.

[The States of Balloon]

Aperture

Chell finished off the other turrets quickly now they couldn't hurt anyone and looked at the new lady who seemed to have just materilized out of nowhere. "Hello! Wha-" Chell was interuppted by GLADOS speaking. "Looks like your destructive nature has carried over from your other body. Now, Sleep!"
Suddenly, Chell's optic dimmed and it closed. A few sparks flew out of her casing suggesting that wjatever happened was forced.

Blare heard the mechanical crunch of turrets falling through portals and into a pile elsewhere. He peeked once more around the corner, gripping his axe tightly. The bullets remained suspended in midair, but the were no turrets in sight. He proceeded through the hall with great caution, stepping over a thing in the hall that may or may not be Chell. He continued this way until spotting a blue phone booth just...sitting there.
"I feel like I should know this from somewhere."
New York
SCP-507 watched as the stranger pulled out some guns and started shooting at civilians outside. Clearly, the man was insane.Deciding to stay out of the line of fire, SCP-507 ran to the counter and hid behind it, leaving his unusually important meal behind. He pulled out his machete, planning to stab this man from behind. Crazed gunman first, hostile(?) aliens later. No problem here.
He gripped the large knife in his hand and snuck towards Alucard.

[DAFT Universe]

Aperture

GLADOS was confused. And annoyed. two random people seemed to have appeared in the same chamber as her test subject was in. And at least one of them had special powers!

Agghh. GLADOS started moving the chamber around, as well as adding neurotokin vents. Sje immediatly started pumping it into the corridor. "All of you intruders." GLADOS said. "I reccomend leaving now because soon, all of you will be dead. Not including the Testing Core or the Intelligence Dampening Core. They don't breathe." As an afterthought, GLADOS added, "If anyone interacts with the Testing Core, I will set off the bombs underneath you. Now, leave!"

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

Traveler
The arrival of an Undine fighter horrifed Jacob. Why were they here?! How many more of them would be arriving?! Could they even stop this one?! Jacob wouldn't be able to dwell on that question for long, as the ship was now firing on the Enterprise. "Hang on captain we're coming in to assist you!" Jacob said, raising the Traveler's shields as an alarm began blaring.

The Traveler's pulse weapons went online, and the twin ion cannons emerged from both the top and the bottom of the ship. "AI give them a taste of our weapons. Fire three bursts in rapid succession." Jacob commanded as AI obeyed. Three ion bursts fired from the cannons, connecting with the Undine vessel. "Keep it up. They've got nasty ships. I doubt that was enough to disable them." Jacob ordered as AI fired three more bursts.

Quarry
Hana quickly got onto Cynder as the giant apes attacked. Fortunately they were quickly dealt with by Cynder. "What did we do to get Donkey Kong's relatives mad?" She asked jokingly.

Aperture
The Turret attack nearly got the Doctor, however with a press of a button on his Sonic Screwdriver, the Turrets were disabled. After this The Doctor smiled at Alexandria. "Well you should be aware that while you're taking up residence in my TARDIS you might be awoken at a moment's notice." He informed her. "And as for my problem, I have a bit of a stalker problem. Look." The Doctor then showed Alexandria the feather.

"I told you about this before remember? I also told you that I thought it had vanished. Well I guess we can't always count on that now can we?" He asked, his voice surprisingly chipper despite what was going on. Suddenly Chell went offline, and Wheatley began panicking. The Doctor rushed over to her, and began scanning her with the Sonic Screwdriver.

If it was possible to wake her, The Doctor would then use the Screwdriver to do so.

[Taigawa]

Quarry
Hana quickly got onto Cynder as the giant apes attacked. Fortunately they were quickly dealt with by Cynder. [color=#FF40F]"What did we do to get Donkey Kong's relatives mad?"[/color] She asked jokingly.

"The first Council imprisoned Malefor in Convexity. They corrupted my mind and hoped to use my to undo the seals keeping his essance imprisoned there. After the battle with a mad Ancient One called Infinity, I asserted dominance over my mind. They want to force me to finish what they started a decade ago, and if not, kill me. They also want to kill Spyro, as the ancient prophacy says he is the only one who can stand toe-to-toe with Malefor if he ever escapes. If they succeed and Malefor escapes, the Dragon Realms will fall, and no one knows what he'll do next."

[DAFT Universe]

Aperture

"Agghh..." the Core groaned as it woke up. It realised it was lying on the floor intead of on a rail like- wait. When was it last on a rail? For that matter, what was it doing here? When did she get here? It started to panic. Keeping it's optic closed, it thought it heard voices, but it wasn't sure. Ok, what do I know... I'm... the Testing Core. I... I... Don't know anything else. The Testing Core opened it's optic to reveal a chamber smothered in green gas it recognised as neurotokin. There was a person leaning over it and another core who was... floating?

"Ur... Hello!" Test said. "I don't know if you noticed but there is neurotokin in the air, so I would leave now." The person looked surprised at how it was acting. "Once we get out of here, will you tell me who you are, and where I am, and why you are even in the facility?"

[Naval Monte]

In collaboration with Hank.

Green Sun

The young heir of Hope saw the emerald flash from the corner of their eyes and they turn away from the crater that was now the resting ground for the Host. While the dust from the debris is gone the green flames still covered large swathes of the ground both in and around the crater. The steam coming from the hissing ground added to the poor visibility for anyone wanting to make sure the Host was truly gone, obscuring anything from view. The wisps of green fire and incandescent heat fleetingly drifting away into the air, the air rippling and distorting from the residual heat, easily rivalling the heat of the sun itself high in the sky.

The strange man clad in a white, gentleman's attire, with a cue ball for a head gave a small demonstration of his power by repairing the ground that the Host once stood on, erasing any signs of there ever being a climatic battle for Frisk and the others’ lives. The man soon made Chara and Cynosure disappear in a bright flash of green light with a snap of his fingers. The young heir of Hope and angel for monster kind was worried when they saw the two vanished and wonder where they reappeared in, but seeing the man now beckoning them Frisk can feel that the man was not here to harm them or their friends.

The child walk over, their ankles creating ripples and small waves in the water of the realm, as they went over to Doc Scratch. Once they reach their hand out for the man to grab a hold on the child found themselves in a new place, far away from both the world of endless grey and their home world. Now they were in a world of green flames, standing on the surface of a sun that shines in the dark, cold, empty expanse of space like a shining emerald beacon to push away the cold and darkness.

Frisk saw the man take the wand that has helped them so much during the weeks of nightmare that was their battle against the Warrens but Frisk didn't resist or ask to have it back. They could sense that this man would not take the wand from them. Soon the man spoke about how he had made it his plan to unlock their powers. Frisk asked him why they now had the powers of the green sun as they didn’t understand how it relates to both their DETERMINATION and power over Hope. Doc Scratch soon spoke of the previous owner of the wand and how like them this Eridan held sway over the aspect of Hope, but they were a prince, while Frisk was an heir.

You asked the Doctor why Eridan tried to exterminate the Angels? So far for you the Angels have been a great help on surviving against the Warrens and their monsters. What made Eridan think that these Angels should be destroyed? Frisk stayed silent when the Doc mentioned about Eridan killing his friends, the child debated with themselves on whether they are privy to know such personal information or not.

Frisk was pulled away from their thoughts when Doc Scratch told them about the wand, how it was infused with his power and how they are the best representation of both hope and determination. When the Doc said that Frisk was the strongest being they have met to date the child blush and looked away, giving a modest response on how they can't be that powerful. Soon their question of the green sun was revealed along with the revelation of the First Guardian. Frisk felt overwhelmed by the vast power under their control, they knew that with their determination they can pull of impressive feats but those powers were feats of gods!

When the question came on whether Frisk will accept the changes or not the child remain silent, so much information was now in their head that they needed time to think it over. Frisk soon thought back to everyone that they love and care for and who in turn share the same feelings towards to them. The child look up at Doc Scratch, giving the doctor a look of pure determination on their face, the heir of Hope told him that they will accept any changes that would happen to them and that they will a pry his tutorship. They will use their new powers to defend everyone in their world from any threat that wishes to destroy them.

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Eternities in The Past, but not too many in The Future

And so I set off, or rather, I will set off… Well, it is quite confusing to think of these things, and contention over these trivial matters is nothing more than a pointless exercise where the answer is that there isn’t one. Thus, it comes to the logical conclusion that as I am speaking, I am performing the activity in question. Don’t you think that makes it all that more exciting to read? Don’t you think that knowing that having everything in this post occurring at the current time makes it even more dramatic and even more of an epiphany of truth? Does it not feel like the stakes are not tipped in anyone’s favour, but still capable of being swayed to either side, with your uncertainty meaning that, much like human Schrodinger’s Cat, I can either fail or succeed?
I regret to inform you that I succeed; though I doubt that for someone with your level of intelligence however, that this will change anything, as you likely already deduced even from the title, or the very nature of my existence “later on”, that I obviously succeed.

I regret to inform you, that I will be telling you how I lost and succeeded in tandem. I doubt however this will change the fact that you are at best skimming over this lightly, and at worst, completely skipping it. Though, I suppose that it was quite a subjective opinion of matter, and there are significantly better and worse things that may happen, even if conventionally impossible through anything other than apparently unrelated causality. Oh, but as always, as is the trope and expectation of these expedients of patience and attention-span, I digress.

And so, before I went to meet with The Horrorterrors, I went to retrieve the Rings of Life and Void. Of course, this was nearly impossible, considering that only one can be found at a time, and as soon as one is found, the other is lost. At that time, the Ring of Life was present on Post-Scratch Alternia. Haa haa. Hee hee. Hoo hoo. Post-Scratch. That very clearly relates to the fact that I was the one who formed their entire society from the dust into the warmongering warriors that they were. I simply cannot find anything other than amusement from my own name being used for such benign events.

And so, I landed outside of The Midnight Crew’s headquarters. Of course, the Hegemonic Brute, or rather, Hearts Boxcars came outside to give me a senseless drubbing, as always. I simply picked that metal bar out of his hands, and burnt it into dust and golden glowing liquid, though I suppose I could have killed them all and been done with it, but I guess I simply wanted to give them the impression that they even stood a tiny, miniscule chance. In reality, it was predestined for me to win.

Ah yes. I told you that I would be talking in present tense, and tell you how I lost?

That was a joke.

It was not a lie. Jokes are lies that are subsequently told by the liar to be false, and the truth must be ascertained by the victim only when the joker tells them so. Letting them come to their own conclusions, or never letting them realise the falsehood, is simply lying, and lies are not funny. Pranks are more long-term jokes, and I suppose depending on how long you spent reading this, that could have been construed as a prank. For chronologically omnipresent beings such as I however, none of this matters. In fact, it makes no sense, for past, future and present are nothing if not arbitrary and alien concepts to someone like me who knows everything at once. Though, I suppose that grants me the intuition to understand those concepts. I imagine that you are just as deficient at thinking of what it would be like to live through the past, present and future in all locations, all emotions and all perspectives at once? I suppose not, since that would require you to be omniscient just as I am in order to conceive of it in its entirety, being a mental construct to fill in for a mental construct after all.

And so I tore The Hegemonic Brute in half with my precocious First Guardian powers, considering that I was imbued with them since birth, and my birth was before everything that has ever happened, being at all points in time and beyond, after all. Or rather, the event which you would likely interpret as my creation. In reality, I am everywhere; timeless and deathless, like one particular deity that many of you seem to believe in. Or rather, a series of deities, each of which may or may not be mutually inhibitive to belief in the others. I regret to inform you that at least an infinite number of you reading this right now out of the infinity that are reading this out of the infinite omniverses, do not live within a universe where any of these are true. It is a lesser degree of infinity, but an infinity nonetheless, and one you should be acutely aware of as you proceed in your life.

Haa haa. Hee hee. Hoo hoo.

That was not even a statement of omniscient fact. It was a statement of logical conclusion which I garnered from the fact that there is an infinite number of possibilities happening in infinite quantities, deviating in infinite ways, and identical in infinite ways. Infinity can truly get confusing if you think about it, including the very annoying being that you once wrote about fighting truly known as Infinity. I still do not unders- no. That was an unintentional lie at the time, but now a complete falsity. I indeed do know exactly how he was defeated, through my omniscience.

In any case, I entered the house and was confronted by Diamonds Droogs, so I swept him away through the wall, and three kilometres of rock. Spades Slick was quite annoyingly drubbing my senselessly on the head with his horsehead hitcher, so I drubbed him straight through the floor into a crater, and the Courtyard Droll was just… Well, they were just acting as usual; being incompetent. I simply strode over to a pockmark in the enormous smoking crater I had made, picked up the Ring of Life, and went away. It was all too easy.

Unfortunately, my next guests were to be the Horrorterrors.

I wandered through the Outer Ring for some time, appearing in its outskirts, and manually flying out. For all I knew, if I teleported directly inside, then I could be split across every timeline and every part of space, and though that would not kill me, it would be very annoying to deal with in a timely manner. My head does actually repair itself, but it takes time, you know? First Guardians don’t grow on trees and neither do dashingly handsome exceptionally charismatic individuals who love going on tangents. In this case however you are lucky to have both in one form.

I already knew exactly where the Ring of Void was the entire time. I am omniscient, see? But I was destined by luck to lose one ring when I found the other. Unfortunately, as two of my extremely gifted proteges learnt, specifically Vriska and Rose, luck does not matter. I wandered throughout the Furthest Ring for centuries; but my patience is infinite, my power indeterminable and dedication to the cause absolute. I have no doubt that any being of my stature would also attempt to avoid not our own deaths, which we occasionally crave, but instead, wish to defend the perpetuation of reality. I have my own morals and motives, but I won’t give them the boon of an explanation or lengthy digression.

I spilled great deals of purple blood, fought countless Horrorterrors. Their bodies at first were weak; incomparably small in power compared to mine. The later ones became more and more powerful, until, well. I simply picked up The Ring of Void, and then I met the Noble Council of Horrorterrors, as I already told you in advance. And you know exactly how that happened.

The Green Sun

Doc Scratch handed Frisk back the wand, clasping both of their fingers around the glowing white rod, now with a slight black aura to it. It seemed that due to circumstantial simultaneity, the other powers had come into play.

You know, your DETERMINATION is actually by far the most powerful of the forces entrusted to you. Even the unfathomable power of the Horrorterrors, the infinite strength of The Angels, the two entire universes of The Green Sun, the omniscience of the First Guardians, the power of Skaia; they still cannot compare to what you are gifted with, and that is exactly why I need you to be the champion when the time comes. You will defeat them, though I cannot tell you who. I must obey the waters of causality, as if I even have a choice…

Eridan exterminated those Angels because he was a fool. They looked intimidating, so he hunted them for sport. Not to mention, as the Prince, he only symbolised destruction. They would not have followed him beyond their own planet. Such is the fate of people who commit mass-genocide I suppose.

Now, Frisk, take the wand, and use the new power with which it has been infused. Use the strength of the Horrorterrors, and unleash it with all its might.

Frisk’s wand began to grow little thorns and black tentacles over it, enveloping it slightly, its aura turning a shade darker even than the total blackness of space and The Outer Ring. Unbeknownst to Frisk, but known to Doc Scratch by definition, the entire Noble Council of Horrorterrors, among countless others of their own kind were watching. This was to be a reckoning; a demonstration of their saviour, and what they were capable of. The Noble Council was sure that they would not disappoint.

Come on them Frisk. Unleash the power of the Eldritch Abominations beyond your mind’s eye.

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Frisk clasp the wand tightly on their hands once it was returned to them, their hands feeling tingly from the amount of power stored in the powerful artifact. Frisk can feel that something was different about the wand, the can sense that other powers were attached to the item.

The child listen to the cue ball doctor who in every way was a god as the explainEd to them how thier determination alone eclipse the powers of beings that sound like they belong to a cosmic horror story, the divine serpents of hope that was the Angels, two entire universes belonging to the same sun they were in and two other powerful beings.

The hier of Hope can now understand why Doc Scratch chose them to be the champion of reality against this mysterious threat that they can reveal for reasons that you can't hope to understand it.

When the doctor explained to them why the prince of hope was trying to exterminate the Angels it made Frisk remember briefly on some of the timelines where those Frisk either killed some of the monsters or all of them. How they felt intimidated and fearful around the monsters, with some Frisks becoming so consumed by thier fears that they turn into the sort of monsters that would result in making their Charas into the demon that Sans fears.

Frisk shoke the memories away, they were not those Frisks. The Angels never followed Eridan off thier world and if they were like him then why would the Angels even follow thier pleas and commands? They were different from the destructive prince of hope and the genocidal children of doomed timelines. Frisk followed Scratch's instruction and was channeling their Hope and determination into the wand to summon the beings known as the Horrorterrors, which in their mind found the name redundant.

As the wand began to take on a darker appearance the child felt fear gripping their heart and mind, they almost felt like throwing the wand as far as their small arms will allow them and flee from the eldritch artifact. But like all moments in their life when fear and desperation was weighing them down, Frisk felt the warm light of determination guiding them through the barriers cast by their darker emotions and keeping them motivate through with the task at hand, pushing back their fear to call upon the eldritch abomnations that would assist them in the coming battle against this unknown threat.

As Frisk channel more power to the wand a bright glow came from their eyes and mouth. From the child a shining nova of white energy escaped from them, with the energy trail along wisps of green fire and the dark aura from the wand in the form of smoke. Frisk, by their own will, call upon the Horrorterrors to leave the domain that they hail from and appear before the child. Frisk raised the wand and from the tip thorny, ebony, tendrils shot forth and flew to the dark depths of space until they gathered around a spot on space and time.

The tentacles spiral around, each rotation increase in speed until they eventually reach the spend of light. From the center the very fabric of space and time, the fabric of reality itself, began to tear. From this black hole an opening to another universe now came into existence, allowing anyone or anything from the two universes to enter or leave their respective universes.

Doc Scratch clapped politely as one of the lower-level Horrorterrors emerged from the portal, great chitinous carapace and undulating limbs emerging from it like some strange liquid oozing out of a tiny hole at an immense level of pressure. A muted squelching sound followed, and the Horroterror regarded Frisk with something somewhat reminiscent of curiosity.

Good, good, my young protege. Hopefully, you will not be like the others, and die to a being whom no longer exists. I will not regale you with that tale again, as I already have told it to you a few minutes ago. Hopefully, you remember.

However, this, as impressive as it is, is not what I was searching for. In fact, this Horrorterror simply emerged to humour you. If they don't want to, they can actually just not come to your aid. And, to be honest, if you look behind you, you'll see every Horrorterror in existence arrayed before you. We are in the Furthest Ring; their ultimate domain. You would be wise not to anger them.

Doc Scratch took Frisk's wand gently, and held it aloft, before shooting an enormous beam of green light into the sky, a pillar appearing from the wand extending both downwards and upwards along its axis. Doc Scratch slowly and contemplatively lowered the rod again, holding it one hand like a conductor's baton, and the beam faded away. Doc Scratch drew the baton horizontally across the air in front of his chest, leaving a small green seam in space, before flicking the wand upwards with his index finger and thumb, causing the seam to tear open, an enormous gash multiple kilometres high. Doc Scratch made one more gesticulation, swiping the wand and summoning a huge blaze of black fire around him, the edges of the ephemeral, opaque flame sharp and defined, sharper than steel; an aura of thorns.

From the gash erupted dozens of grim visages and thorned tentacles, before a series of long black lines shot out, a metre thick each, covered in huge spines, sharp and hard enough to cut through practically any material. They roared outwards towards the Green Sun, disappearing in the distance. Doc Scratch's aura solidified for a moment, forming a nova of black spikes outwards, blocking them from view, before they splayed their limbs, causing it to explode outwards, a shockwave of black energy spilling through the empty space of The Outer Ring.

That is what I was looking for.

Frisk was taking deep breaths even though in the vacuum of space that should be impossible. Than again, with everything they been through impossibility has lost some of its meaning to the child, it is one of the many side effects of knowing the existence of the multiverse and the many possibilities it presents to those who can remain sane enough to contemplate even a small hand full of the endless possible universes and the events that transpired in them.

The lovecraftian things that emerged from the portal was the most hideous example of Frisk newfound powers but they were proud of their accomplishment, having Doc Scratch clapping at their feat only help made them feel more joy over what they did. Frisk looked at the cue ball doctor with confusion when they took the wand. Frisk was sure they gave it their best shot when they summoned that Horrorterror, but here was the doctor telling them that the one that came was only here to humor them and that there was more of their kind around them.

Frisk was soon an audience to the macabre but enchanting symphony that Doc Scratch was performing as black thorns, dark auras and green lights appeared with each motion his body made as he conducted his imaginary musical performance. Black flames soon took over from the green lights. Around them more cosmic horrors from the void appeared and as quickly they appeared they vanished under the doctor's command as a dark aura surround him and solidified, exploding under his command.

Frisk reach thier hand out to have the wand return to them. Once the wand was back on their hand the child began to repeat the same motion that Doc Scratch showed them, this time putting away any trace of lingering fear from their mind as they knew that now they have to show these beings that Frisk was summon they should work with. Soon Frisk began to diverge from Scratch as the child began to move around more, moving their legs almost like a ballet dancer as they move the wand like a conductor but with the same fluidity as a dancer.

With each swing from the wand black flames appeared to go along with the dance that Frisk was performing, the flames moved almost in tandem with the child's movement, as though the flames and hier were partners in their dance to the horrors around them. As the ebony flames tinged by the energy of the Furthest Ring and the hier of Hope dance more the same grim visages and thorned tentacles and more, until finally Frisk ended the dance with a dramatic pose as their aura solidified and shot forward in spikes, exploding and unleashing a shockwave throughout the Outer Ring.

Frisk asked the doctor if what they did was any better between thier breaths.

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Doc Scratch simply smiled, or rather, implied a smile from behind their featureless, shiny white cue ball head. Even the Horrorterrors gathered in the distance seemed approving; but not impressed. Not even by a long shot. Frisk's tantalising movements, the flow of energy through their body. They flowed along with the energy. They did not force it, as Doc Scratch had. A good technique to start off with, but one that lacked necessary control with higher levels of power. One could be swept away by the tide of the cacophonous energies of that rod.

Yes. That was much better. In fact, that was far more than necessary, and even moreso than what I actually expected your limits to be. I see you are tired? Yes, the power of the Horrorterrors comes at a price. Although, with your... Unique abilities and talents, I am sure that will be rendered a moot point.

Doc Scratch turned to Cynthia, and began talking, regarding the lonely looking robot in the middle of space.

So, I brought you here to witness Frisk's tale, and mine. This little theatrical act will be over soon. I brought you here to tell you that you should rest assured that one day you will overcome your mental blight, and realise your true potential. Then, I want you to join Frisk. I took you here to let you see what they are capable of, and to talk to me. I know of your true capabilities, and someday, they will be vital to the perpetuation of existence.
Doc Scratch snapped their fingers, and with a flash, Cynthia disappeared back to The Warrens.

Well, that was a significantly shorter tangent than I truly imagined. Now, Frisk, I think you must be going. Your friends are wondering where you are. You will have to unlock the rest of that wand's power as you go. Be like a dancer, a commander, a conductor, a magician, a calligrapher, an artist; anything that suits you. You will see in due time what you are truly capable of, even without it.

Doc Scratch extended a hand.

Now. Touch my palm, and you'll leave. If, you have any further queries... Well, I suppose I already know whether you do or not, but humour an eternal being and state them out loud anyway. I think that you'd like to talk for once.

The child couldn't see the smile but they felt that this time they have impressed their teacher. Frisk didn't know that while technique was good it wasn't enough for the higher level of powers flowing through them and the wand. When the doctor explained to them that what Frisk did was more than nesssary the child responded back that they did what felt right to them. When the price was mention the child shown no fear, they suspected that the power of the Horrorterrors came with a price. However, knowing that this power does have a cost to it now means that Firsk must think more strategic with this power, even with their unquie talents and abilities.

Doc Scratch soon turned to Cynthia and told her that some day she will be free from the AIs that try to take control over her and that she will unlock her true capabilities. After giving Cynthia the good news about her future she vanished, no doubt to the same place Chara and Cynosure are. When the doctor mentioned on them going Frisk agreed, they must be making the others worry sick about them.

Frisk walked over and grabbed the extended hand, Frisk asked a few questions before they can leave. Frisk ask where Sans was because he wasn't taken by the Warrens. You ask if Chara's current state can be fixed and was it possible for them to live anything close to a normal life with both them and their family, can their relationship with the be improved or is that Imposdible? Frisk asked if the Daevas will become a problem in the future since creatures from Gnosis already appeared in their world.

Frisk last questions were on who frame Kayla for the school shooting and death threats and if there was a way to clear her name and was it possible for them and everyone they love to have a happy ending? Frisk was silent after that but a stray thought made them ask if there was something in their house?

For your first question, Sans was taken away to various locations, travelling all around really. Right now he's with Hotaru in the Pokemon world. You might want to fetch him before the contrived world once again sees fit to move him to somewhere new.

For your second, yes, Chara can have their relationships with everyone improved, but I am not quite sure whether everyone else can re-conciliate themselves with them. I think that it will be a one-sided loyalty for a long, long time.

For your third, The Daevas will eventually become involved, yes. They already have, in fact. I think you might want to ask Chara some time.
For your fourth and final, well... I'm afraid I am not at liberty to disclose that information as of now.

Doc Scratch, with the final answer, hesitated; as if they were fearful, not even aware of the answer themselves; their omniscience failing them for once. Frisk touched Doc Scratch's hand, and away they teleported, Frisk re-appearing in the now brightly lit Warrens, Kayla having set the power system up again while they were gone, though Chara was nowhere to be seen.

[Saint Morning]

Earth Kingdom- Gnosis Verse

The Queen of the Earth Kingdom eyed the Chinese President with a curious and somewhat critical gaze as he was the first to speak up about the events that had taken place. Straightening in her seat she tucked a few strands of unruly black locks behind her ear before speaking.

“Yes but it has come to our understanding that many of these ‘terrorists’ may have gotten assistance from some sort of outside source. Which is the only way they could have possibly capture members of our realm, what with their lack of magic and all. While we no longer hold you personally accountable for the event, the large influx of migrants who managed to make it to the barrier of the Golden barrier of Earth Kingdom most certainly mask potentially dangerous individuals seeing as there are no laws prohibiting the people of the Earth Kingdom from leaving.”

“And while we are on the topic of immigration. It is quite astonishing how many of your people have gathered at our borders in a vain attempt to gain entry. This is not an open border state, we don’t accept migrants of any kind for the sole purpose of maintaining our own culture and beliefs. Why just the other day one of my Guards was telling me a few members of the…. What was it called again? “Christmas Religion?”

“Christian.” Prince Endymion interjected helpfully.

“Oh yes, Christian... one of the guards at an encounter with one of those people and they were spouting a whole lot of wish-wash about some place called heaven and hell and how we should repent or something or the other. Rather similar to those terrorist if you ask me.”

“But even with the barrier, somehow your people still manage to find a way in. A few hours before your arrival we captured a group of fifty people who somehow managed to past through the boarder without our knowledge.” This would never have happened if the Golden Crystal was still presence. With its presence it would have destroyed anything that meant any ill will to the Earth Kingdom.

The King would soon address American President’s comment after his wife spoke and the leaders responded to her. “Well it simple of course. Have you ever thought of the negative effects these fossil fuels could pose to not only your realm but ours as well? It is only by the Grace of the Golden Crystal that we haven’t experience any drastic climatic changes that would hurt our local flora and fauna.”

“Besides what could you possibly give us in return for these valuable resources? You have nearly completely used up all your reserve. For trade to even work it would require us to drop the barrier which would leave us vulnerable and allow the influx of those migrants of yours to enter into our realm. I’m sure you saw the crowds that were gathered outside the barrier.”

“Well...” Prince Endymion hesitated before speaking up. “The Golden Crystal and the Guardian could reverse the immediate ill effects that the world beyond the barrier is experiencing. Over the decades it could potentially restore the entire planet to a much more suitable state.”

“Yes, but even so, that would require us to take the Golden Crystal to the outside world for its powers to take effect which currently isn’t viable.” Seeing as the Crystal and the Guardian are both MIA.

Pokémon- Saturn

Saturn took in the area around her with a critical gaze. She vaguely remembered this place. The home of Serena Baker and the place where she first met Sans and the others as Hotaru. It was an unpleasant sight and reminded her of her defeat at the hands of these heroes a year ago.

She paid no mind to Serena as she gently placed Kiara on the floor and watched as the Pokémon scampered off to play with Alice. “Don't care.” She said rather curtly as she folded her arms and continued to take in the décor of the home. Food was honestly the last thing on her mind. She wondered why she even came here, she had better things to do than to sit around and do nothing.

However, after a moment, she noted that Serena seemed groggier than usual. Titling her head to the side. Saturn wondered if the events of the multiverse was finally taking its toll on the girl. Without even knowing it, Saturn had subconsciously made her way over to Serena.

Slowly and gently she tapped the girl’s forehead with her magic and Serena would feel a Serene feeling overwhelm her as her illusion faded away faster than it came. Retracting her fingers, Saturn turned away from Serena. “I advise you to take better care of yourself. Your no good to me dead or ill.” She stated. Which, was her way of showing that she cared about the girl’s wellbeing.

[Turmenista]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Universe

The Pillar Man frowned, his powerful mind working to process what was going on. This creature mentioned Joseph Joestar...and he resembled him as well. Kars quickly discerned this must be a relative or descendent of his.

So it seems I've jumped forward in time. Most interesting. Even more interesting is this invisible force...this Stand. So similar to Hamon, but yet not. This one isn't a Hamon user, no, he would have used it already

Kars took a step back, reading his stance by kneeling slightly and placing his arms in a cross shaped in front. In a moment, large blades protruded from the backs of his arms. The blades were outfitted with shark teeth-like claws running along the edge of the blade, not unlike a chainsaw. The smaller blades spun at impossible speeds, reflecting a blinding light towards Jotaro. Seeing his chance, Kars zig-zagged at his opponent at lightening speed, moving to attack.

Jotaro Strikes Back
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Universe
Jotaro Kujo

"ORA!" came the cry from Star Platinum as its fists came forth suddenly, intercepting Kars's bladed arms as soon as he was in range. Star Platinum punched the pillar Man a few times before retreating back to Jotaro, effectively neutralizing the threat before it could become close. But, Jotaro was a smart man. He knew that wouldn't be enough to stop Kars, of all people. If he survived being blasted into space by a Volcano, he'd definitely survive that.

So, Jotaro had to think of a new plan, quickly. His blue-light purple Stand suddenly came from his body as a silhouette, then spun out to battle as a solid figure. Jotaro wasn't going in for a full frontal attack run on the Pillar Man directly - no, he was going around on another side.

"Star Platinum: The World!" Jotaro suddenly said, stopping the flow of time itself with his stand. As he moved over and around Kars, he faced the Pillar man's back, looking down to the floor as he placed a hand on his cap.

"Yare Yare Daze..." He began, shaking his head. "Oi, Kars. You can hear this. I know it. Now that I see you up close, it does seem that you've aged a bit over the hundreds of years of your existence. You think that since you're an almighty super-human you can do whatever you want. Consider this your culture shock - going around and absorbing people and draining them of their fluids is not the way to go. I'm here to show you the right way.. To hell." He said. Right before he was about to stop time, he looked up, as if he had just remembered something.

"Oh. Now that I can see it up close, your hair looks like crap. But you don't have to worry about that. After all, I'm about to make it look even worse.

Your face, that is."

Once time began to flow once more, it seemed to those standing watching (and Kars) as if Jotaro had just teleported behind Kars suddenly after he called out "The World!" Part of his Stand Call. With Star Platinum: The World rising from his back, Jotaro watched intensely as his stand went to work on pummeling Kars's back, with a rush of high-speed and high powered punches.

"ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA! ORA!"" Star Platinum yelled as its high-speed punches tore up Kars from behind, where he was least defended. With the last "Ora" of his attack rush, a single punch sent the Pillar Man flying into the nearby house, where he'd hopefully lay there in the smoke and dust created from being launched through the brick wall, and into the house.

"D-did you see that?!" Josuke watched intensively as Jotaro assumed his signature stance, waiting to see what Kars would do next.

"Yeah! It seemed like Jotaro just teleported behind the guy!" Okuyasu said. "He's totally kicking his ass!"

"Let's not jinx it.." Koichi said. "Besides.. I don't know if he's going to survive a counter attack, after what he did to that man.."

[Britanania]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Universe--Kars

The Pillar Man frowned as his attacks were blocked by Jotaro's seemingly invisible technique, his Stand as it was called. Although Kars wasn't surprised that his move would be blocked, he wasn't prepared for the invisible barrage that assaulted him from the front. The attacks and blocks Jotaro's Stand made were impressive, Kars accepted, but a flaw had to exist.

He only attacked when I got in close. He knew what I was the moment we crossed eyes, but he didn't use this power. Yet this Joestar understands my danger. This power must be limited in range somehow.

And yet when his young opponent seemingly teleported and spoke to Kars, the Pillar Man's mind raced even further, even as the the invisible barrage struck Kars from behind and sent him flying into a nearby house.

Teleportation, or just super speed? Either are a possibility, but the later I can rule out; I would have seen it happen. Teleportation, then? Unlikely, he would have used it earlier against me. Then how did he get behind me?

As Kars rose from the rubble, his body would resemble a mangled mess, bones and joints in inhuman and grotesque positions. In moments, however, he snapped his bones, joints, and sinews back together; no doubt a disturbing sight to any onlookers. When perfectly normal, Kars walked menacingly back to where his opponents were, sauntering as if nothing occurred. About 20 metres from where JoJo was, Kars smiled and spoke for the second time to Jotaro.

"Impressive, I'll give you that. Your power is beyond that of any Ripple user I've encountered, and it's clear you're familiar with my work. So tell me, how much are you willing to fight to save humanity?"

No power is invincible, not even Hamon. I just need to figure out how these Stands work.

The Traveller

It was pretty obvious to the young Princess that whatever was happening must be pretty important. The crew seemed pretty preoccupied with the situation, so much so that no one noticed Serenity yet. However, she was still pretty much in dark, and the strange jargon the people were speaking was rather confusing to Serenity. Therefore, Sailor Moon took matters into her own hands and walked forward a bit.

"Hello, I know you're all doing something important, but can someone be so kind as to tell me what's going on?" Although her voice was sweet, a degree of frustration could be heard, even as it was clear the Princess was doing her best to be cordial and understanding of the strange occurrences.

[Naval Monte]

Quarry

"So your kind is like humans when it comes to physical abilities. Us humans become weaker the older we get and in some cases our own minds get affected by aging. For us mage's though aging doesn't affect our powers to much, just makes some rituals harder." Elizabeth told the dragon. Similar to Cynder, Elizabeth also worried about the building collapsing with her still on it along with the spirits in the ruins now being enraged over the battle back in the Quarry. When Cynder asked about what people in her would think on what dragons are capable of it made Elizabeth somewhat surprised.

"Curious to know if my people worship yours as gods? Well in the Eastern parts of my world dragons are said to be magical beings that are also divine. Besides possising magic eastern dragons can breath out life energy, control the weather, speak like humans, and fly without wings. In Europe dragons come in many shape and sizes but a recurring theme was dragons being able to breath fire."

From there Elizabeth went on to explain the different types of dragons from her worlds various mythologies and what they were capable of. Elizabeth stopped when Hana made the joke about Donkey Kong, the chaos mage chuckling. "They are probably pissed off for that terrible remake for Planet of the Apes?" She responded back, joining in on the jokes.

When started talking about her former boss and about his return and who can stop him. "Great an ancient prophacy, I bloody love those." The sardonic Mage chime in. "Since you already have your chosen one you won't need me around to deal with him. Besides, I work best at preventing prophecies from coming true, not making sure events follow through them."

Considering most of the prophecies that she stopped dealt with some way for her world to end it was no surprise that she would do everything in her power to prevent those prophecies from ever coming true, even if the sacrifices cost her dearly.

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Traveler

As the Enterprise was being attacked by an unknown fighter Marie rushed to Jacob's side. "Are the slavers attacking them?" she asked. Marie wished that the attack was on the planet so that way she can actually be more useful than just standing around and doing nothing as a fight goes on.

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Apature

Alexandria yawned once more. "I know but you should know by now that I'm not a morning person. Now if I had a cup of coffee than I will be one but due to my current condition we both know that I can never drink coffee ever again." The wraith said, feeling sad for not being able to drink her favorite beverages or foods now that she is dead.

The doctor told her about his stalker problem and shown the same feather from before. "I remember that Doctor. I still think an angel is following you just by the type of energy that feather is giving off but like before this feather also feels off." Alexandria knew that the chances of it being an angel were slim since this one was acting strange.

She thought of another suspect but she will not tell the Doctor that unless she had more evidence pointing to that sort of being. Alexandria saw the Doctor using his screwdriver on something and another machine talking. "Neurotoxin? Why the hell would there be neurotoxin in the air and why are there talking machines? Are they genuine talking machines or are they possessed or are otherworldly beings that look mechanical?"

[DAFT Universe]

Aperture

While it was waiting to be introduced to these people, Test heard one asking about neurotokin. It looked at the person and said "Deadly neurotokin. I don't how much time you have left until it kills you all. Exept me. I don't breathe."

[Taigawa]

Quarry

"So your kind is like humans when it comes to physical abilities. Us humans become weaker the older we get and in some cases our own minds get affected by aging. For us mage's though aging doesn't affect our powers to much, just makes some rituals harder." Elizabeth told the dragon. Similar to Cynder, Elizabeth also worried about the building collapsing with her still on it along with the spirits in the ruins now being enraged over the battle back in the Quarry. When Cynder asked about what people in her would think on what dragons are capable of it made Elizabeth somewhat surprised.

"Curious to know if my people worship yours as gods? Well in the Eastern parts of my world dragons are said to be magical beings that are also divine. Besides possising magic eastern dragons can breath out life energy, control the weather, speak like humans, and fly without wings. In Europe dragons come in many shape and sizes but a recurring theme was dragons being able to breath fire."

From there Elizabeth went on to explain the different types of dragons from her worlds various mythologies and what they were capable of. Elizabeth stopped when Hana made the joke about Donkey Kong, the chaos mage chuckling. "They are probably pissed off for that terrible remake for Planet of the Apes?" She responded back, joining in on the jokes.

When started talking about her former boss and about his return and who can stop him. "Great an ancient prophacy, I bloody love those." The sardonic Mage chime in. "Since you already have your chosen one you won't need me around to deal with him. Besides, I work best at preventing prophecies from coming true, not making sure events follow through them."

Considering most of the prophecies that she stopped dealt with some way for her world to end it was no surprise that she would do everything in her power to prevent those prophecies from ever coming true, even if the sacrifices cost her dearly.

"We are far from gods, and while we can speak, which is obvious, not all of us can brethe fire. Here the element you learn is based off of what type of dragon you are, though there are exceptions. As I said and you saw back in Warfang, there are many types. The ancient prophacy basically says a purple dragon will be born that will usher in an age of peace for this world. Malefor, who was the last purple dragon betrayed the hopes of his contemporaries and attacked them. These ruins stand as a mounment to that, as does the Well of Souls, which he created. While we have Spyro and he is safe, the purple dragon is much too young to face Malefor. It will be a long time before he can...maybe not even in your life time will he be ready. The Council must show him what it means to be a purple dragon and unlock his abilities. It will take years, if not decades of training; all dragons are taught their elements at a young age....and he can master more then one. All we can do is hope the last seal holds untill Spyro is old and strong enough to face him. If not, everything we know may very well be doomed."

[Naval Monte]

Gnosis

The American president tried to contain a snicker when magic was mentioned but he fail to some extant as while he was able to quickly compose himself most still heard his snickers. Priest dent Yun and Putin both turn away from Pattetson as he makes a fool of himself. President Putin spoke. "We are aware of the possibility of some nation assisting ISIS with both supplying them weapons and funding their organization but most nations and corperations that have been accused of such crimes have fallen now. So this group is now getting weapons from the black marketeers and getting their money from other illegal means."

At this point there was not point in hiding the fact that the group had some help, but making it that now they are alone would be a saving grace for the world since it was true, the Islamic State was on their own now that the War on Terror has taken a new form. When the queen mentioned about people going through the barrier the reactions on the leaders faces shown that this was news to them as well.

"You said that some of our people have entered? We never heard anything about people from our world passing through the barrier." Theresa told them. Only Putin was suspecting on who these select few can be. When the queen explained about why they refuse to accept immigrants and about the guards encounter with Christians Patterson spoke. "That was the Westbor Bapthist Church. I wouldn't take anything they say seriously if you don't want a migraine for the whole day."

He told them. "As for your reason to ban immigrates,mid I can speak with full honesty your reasons are bull. My country was made by immigrants and while it is a cultural melting pot America still has it's own unquie culture and beliefs. If Amercia can keep it's identity in the face of large scale immigration. Also your people aren't saints your highness. We have videos on YouTube of your people trying to shove their beliefs down at other people's throats while insulting their beliefs, their culture, their life styles and even appearance." Patterson said, his voice raising.

"Also don't patronize us, we get it that our technology isn't to your level but don't call it magic to our faces. News flash we are not barbarians most of you would like to believe, we know that this barrier is some sort of force field to keep people out. Now my question is why would you all be dressing up like it's a renaissance fair twenty four seven?" The other leaders and people with them all wish Patterson kept his mouth shut as they now fear that he screwed them all over.

Before the American president can speak and bury everyone in a deeper hole the British Prime Minister responded to the fossil fuel question. "But you don't understand. The absence of these resources as caused the resseion to take a downward plunge. We may have improved solar panels and wind turbines but they are still not as efficient or economically feasible to be used in massive numbers to replace fossil fuels yet, and with the resseion now even worse and mass employment we don't have the money to continue on and soon we won't have the workers to make them."

The American commented about building a wall around the kingdom and before he can go on a fascist tirade against Mexicians the Chinese leader intrupted him. "Your right, when it comes to natural resources we have used them up. But we havecplentybof poeple who are desperate for work and in exchange for your fuels we will give you our poeple to perform whatever jobs you want them to do, even manual labor."

It was clear the other leaders that they have problems with this deal, two of them thinking that the plan sounds almost like selling slaves to the Earth Kingdom. Once again Putin's mind went to a secret half of the world, that one half that would have plenty of resources to trade but knew would never see the light of day. For in the Occult Underground many would prefer it to stay underground and to anyone who tries to bring it to the surface only the most terrible fates await them.

What none can feel on the room was a powerful presence in the room, watching the meeting and waiting for when it should be the right time for it to intervene to prevent a potintial disaster.

With Zalgo the attack would have made the survivors leave in droves if they were able body,nhowever the panicked stampede would cause more death as many people were trampled by the mob. Before Zalgo can continue on with his rampage he would be surrounded in chains and dragged down into a portal. Zalgo would appear somewhere in deep space, still in the Gnosis verse but far away from the Earth.

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Undertale

Sadly for Quetz the human cops surrounding him all were twitchy after some strange monster showed up and destroyed several houses and killed poeple, the fact they had strong bias towards monsters and monster sympathizers didn't help. The cops took out their night sticks and circled him. Plus these cops were dicks to their own kind.

"Would you look at that, a one armed freak." Onevorvthevofficers said. The other cops would throw insults at him before one hit Quetz with a taser for "resisting arrest". Once the taser was done five of the cops began to beat the god up with their sticks.

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Quarry

Elizabeth listened to what Cyndercsaid about spyro and her response to the dragon myths back home. "I told you they were myths from my world. Though you may want to tell that to the faeries sincecsomevhave taken into the forms of those dragons. As for your Spyro situation. That one I can't help with, Inknow next to nothing on dragon biology let alone magic. For this you have to hope he is a good and fast learner. Besides, I have plenty of issues back in my world, I can't worry about the future fate of another world."