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January 3rd, 1298 AME, 12:12PM
[[Tefadron]] had opened and traveled through countless portals, each time landing, falling, walking onto, into, through some place or another that didn't feel quite right. Almost like he, and by association, the gorup he was travelling with.
Tefadron was communing with creatures equivalliant to the Deom in his Home Entirety, they called themselves the [[Z'resa]], who for the most part, were like annoying pop up ads that didn't really do anything more than point you in the direction of the closest dick pill factory. Tefadron looked down, he looked back up and politely shook his head. "No... No thank you, we're trying to find our way home."
The Z'resa closest to him looked around. "Who the fuck is 'we'?"
Tefadron opened a dimensional window and showed them the group of nearly twenty people that dwelled within. "I call them and I 'We', thank you very much." He calmly stated, "Do you know where your Entirety resides?" The Deom asked, needing desperately to move this along. there was silence, as if the Z'resa had no inkling or intent to ocmpletely help him. "FINE! I'LL ASK THE FUCKING QUESTION! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR NAME!?"
The Z'resa smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, "We aren't really allowed ot talk to anyone without them knowing our names. We don't really care to know about you, and it's not because we're major blood thirsty assholes, we are, it's just the way our species society operates. I'm [[Bob, from Accounting]]."
there was a moment in Tefadrons mind where he desperately wanted to snap the neck of this idiot. "So, Bab." He began.
"It's Bob." the Z'resa interrupted, raising a single finger slowly.
"Bib." Tefadron retorted, clearly not putting up with any level of this incredibly inane bullshit.
"Bob."
"Boop."
"Bob."
"Bippo."
"It's Bob, please?"
"Butt."
"Seriously, it's fucking Bob."
"sounds painful."
"My name is Bob!"
"And my name is Tefadron, nice to meet you!" He introduced himself, quickly shaking Bob's hand with much vigor.
"I fucking hate you. and no, what the utter fuck is an Entirety? Are... Are you on the [[Drepth]]?" Bob asked nervous, either nervously or excitedly, either way, bob began slowly grinding thin air, as if aroused by the very concept of Drepth.
"Nope, just wanted to piss you off a little bit." Tefadron admitted, with a shit eating grin on his face.
After a mild discussion, which included the light application of fists to each others faces, subtle but pointed kicks to the throat, and a few refreshing bones broken for good measure, the two decided to become travelling partners, if nothing more than to repeatedly and brutally beat the utter fuck out of each other when the moment arose.
"Seriously though, what's an Entirety, it feels like I should be in the know on this." Bob from Accounting asked.
"Well, to put it simply, you guys have a deity that you pray to?" Tefadron asked.
"Well, not so much pray to as find the weakest virgin we can currently going through crippling depression, make it extremely worse to the point where they end up hanging themselves in front of a live televised audience-"
"Dark."
"It gets worse." bob reassured, "Whose parents then gleefully disembowl upon a sacrificial alter, which is merely a bunch of grinding wheels, which grind said sacrifice into a mangled, still screaming mess, and then we all take a piece of the still screaming sacrifice and slowly pull them apart and force feed the parents till they die of suffocation. And that's just Christmas!" Bob finished, pulling out a calculator, "We lose roughly forty five thousand teens this way, but on the upswing, we have a much solved depression problem! in fact, everyone's super happy!"
"Ok...ay. Anyways, that Deity is simply a piece of a smashed grain of sand compared to a galaxy, in terms of scope." Tefadron continued.
"And many teens are sacrificed to this Entirety?" Bob asked, admiring the throbbing mountain of corpses in the distance.
"not the Entirety I'm aware of anyways. but... They are in every single atom of every single thing, I'm part of a different Entirety than the one you're apart of, in fact, ours had to literally cast us out to save us from an out of control Physical Manifestation of our Dream Dimension Energy... It was kind of brutal." Tefadron explained as they continued walking along a path of platinum circuit boards. "By the way, where are we headed anyways?"
Bob thought for a second before feeling his pager start buzzing. In this entirety, it was literally a phonebook the size of the Z'resa's hands, which were of normal stature. "Hullo, Bob from Accounting here... Uh huh, yeah... Yeah, I just met up with them, send them to Z'resa Resources? Really? huh.... Never figured they were THAT high up on the corporate food chain. A merger? OH, MergING, gotcha, yeah, those places can be fucking brutal on the bottom line. Okay, gotcha. i'll port them over right away." Bob hung the pager up and with raised eyebrows and a shiver of slight fear.
Tefadron looked at him in confusion, "What's going on?"
"Well," Bob began, pursing his lips, "THAT, was our Division's CEO's CFO's Vice President's Wife's Division's Sub-accounting Firm's Bosses Bosses Bosses President of THEIR Companies President's President's President's Founding member's Bosses bosses Core Founder. They were apparently looking forward to meeting you and had been notified via four hundred Sky Cow Walrus gods falling to their own demise, we take FarmVill very seriously here, you'd not believe the amount of murder that actually goes on, ANYWAYS, that you are to be immediately, and without further delay..." Bob paused for effect, this pause went on for another hour or so before Tefadron became bored with the suspense.
"Kill us?"
"What!? NO! God, no... none of that. Maybe for people transferred here from [[Entirety Alpha-Sigma-Rez]], those guys are ASSHOLES. I just need to port you directly to our Entirety, or the-" Without much pomp or circumstance, Bob from accounting exploded into tiny bits. Presumably from being an utter shit head.
"Well, that was a thing." Tefadron muttered underneath his breath.
[[Traveling the new internet]]
[[Tefadron's Pocket Dimension]]
September 14th, 1300 AME, 9:02 AM
somewhere in the land of screaming, pants wearing sqonges
Tefadron stood there. He didn't know where the fuck he was, how the fuck he got there, or more importantly, why a tiny yellow sponge was trying to sell him a hamburger made out of his neighbors.
"No, just... No."
"BUY THE FUCKING BURGER!" The sponge screamed at him, pushing the corpse patty harder into the side of his head. "BUY IT! BUY IT! BUY THE FUCKING BURGER! MERCHANDISING!"
this had been going on for quite sometime, ever since Tefadron had the meeting with the Corporate Entirety, it seemed like he was being thrust into the bad or horrifying TV show after another. He had been through Hells Kitchen, which was what the Devil called it, however, Tefadron merely called it Subway on a bad Thursday afternoon. The Deom had also been the star of a badly done dating show, in which ten other deom tried to kill him in various fights, and the goal was to cut off their heads and present it at some kind of sacrificial rose cerimony.
Through the memories of Nordafet, he knew exactly what was to nspire withing the Big Brother show, so he set off a small nuclear bomb, which not only broke the ratings, but also the atomic bonds holding the contestants together.
That season was nominated for 'Most death anywhere, ever. Even outside of "The Dating Game".
"BUY THE FUCKING BURGER OR I'LL MURDER YOUR CHILDREN IN YOUR SLEEP!" the small yellow sponge continued to scream in his ear.
"I don't have kids." He replied plainly.
"THEN YOUR WIFE! I'LL KILL HER!" the Sponge continued screaming, weilding a nearby starfish as if it were a pocket knife.
"I don't have a wife either."
"GIRLFRIEND!?"
"Nope."
"Boyfriend?"
"Nope."
"Fursona?"
"Only on the internet." Tefadron replied happily.
"THEN I'LL DOWNVOTE THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR CHARACTER AND CALL IT SHIT! I'M A MOTHERFUCKING SPONGE!"
At this point, a portal opened up underneath the screaming sponge, unleashing a giant hand which tore through it. In the giant hand was a remote control, pointed at the Deom's head.
"Oh-"
The power of the remote activated, sending him through a static wonderland of pure night terror. It would've been terrifying had this not been the tenth or eleventh time this had happened. Creatures of unimaginable ugliness posted modified paintings of themselves on the walls of other peoples homes, and some liked it, which others repeatedly slammed their frozen yello faces into the walls next to the paintings until a bright yellow circle of their blood became smeared into the wall.
"Fucking facebook." Tefadron muttered as he was shot through to another horrifying show, one where a fat, blaoted, angry, constantly bitching orange man screamed into a blue birds anus like it was a megaphone, and hundreds of thousands of people pressed their thumbs into the blue birds eyes to either like it or dislike it.
Some even took turns shouting into the birds asshole like it was the last thing in the worlds they'd ever do and they were required to be as racist as possible about the whole thing.
"God damn it twitter."
Next Tefadron was through into an alternate version of the Theinternatians home dimension, only this time, everythign was scrubbed clean of the violence, arguing, moral ambiguity of what was rightfully called drama and what was simply useless nitpicking from people claming they had a bigger cult than others. On the rare occasion, a cat playing the piano would become a legendary god in the eyes of some, while others simply watched a pink haired man scream about chuck e cheese being haunted.
"Fucking youTube."
[[Tefadron's Pocket Dimension]]
[[Meeting the Queen of Coding]]Inside, the pocket dimension that the group had been placed, seemed like home. It was a small world, in a large white plain, the tall grass was a pale white, the sky was an eggshell white, the water, an off white, and theair, as was all air, was a clear, barely visible white. Almost like a fog. Everything else though, was a dark and slightly depressing shade of red.
There were shapes in the distance, reminiscen of abandoned roller coasters and theme park attractions, with small pathways between them, each one leading in every manner of direction, and each destination, seemingly a recombination of another twenty themes or settings. It was all very confusing for the Group, because beyond all of that was a giant view screen that was seventy miles high by a hundred and forty seven miles wide that hovered high above them. It showed them, and whatever and who ever else was in there with them what Tefadron was doing, seeing, and saying.
The audio was a bit garbled, though they mainly got the gist of the situation.
"It feels like we're pokemon." Blake mentioned as he went to grab a pale white stack of cotton candy. What he ended up grabbing was a fluffy spider that immediately and intensely started to dry hump his wrist.
"HoloAhl?"
"Fuck you take a long time!" The Holo grumbled as bright green and purple lasers shot from Blake's eyes, in an almost demanding way.
"Well, I can't really help that. Lot has happened since you were called upon. Anyways, Can you gave us a scan of the area to give us a better idea of where we are?" The Holo grumbled something about A.I. Lives mattering, but did as he was commanded.
[[June 28th, 1299 AME]]
[[Traveling the new internet]]The group had gotten quite used to things inside Tefadron's Pocket Dimension, With the Internetians having settled in the hundreds of millions of arcade machines, hand held devices, and even found an old dusty server in which to store all their core assets.
The Animatroni, who, under the advice of Mark, had divided themselves up into five clans, Originals, Toys, Withered, Nightmare, Phantoms, and a sixth clan, the Next Generation, had secreted themselves away in the various themed restaurants the dotted the near infinite landscape.
The group, decided to play it safe and stick together, and had regularly scheduled get together with the Interntians as well as the Animatroni, the remainder of the Old Dream Dimension Energy, coupled with Cancer420's new advanced storage and regeneration Constructs, made sure that within a few months, the energy source would be back to the massive and unlimited amount it had been previously, though there were still some concerns that the amount needed to recreate the Dream Dimension within a pocket dimension would cause some instabilities.
Meanwhile, Ragdoll Amber and Morgan had been spending less time together after the destruction of the Core of the Physical Manifestation of the Dream Dimension energy and subsequent ejection from their own Entirety into the Void between Entirety. there had been some arguments over when was the right time to start a family, with Ragdoll Amber not even sure her body could even support an organic life form within her own hybrid body, being the offspring herself of a human and a Construct. It all came to a head one day when he spotted her talking with another recently created Construct, spawned from herself.
"Howdy!" Morgan greeted joyfully, as per usual.
She didn't return the greeting in her usual way, but rather, gave him a nonchalant wave hello before returning to her conversation. "Hey, anyways, as I was saying-"
He had grown frustrated with her increasing distant attitude towards him over the past few weeks. "Um, hello? Did I do something wrong here?" He asked, looking the Construct up and down with some interest.
It looked to be a pile of poles, braces, gears, wires, and nicely curved metal plating to simulate a male figure. The clockwork like configuration of everything to simulate a human body seemed to placate any fears a normal person might have. Though, Morgan couldn't shake something about its eyes, the way they tracked him, like a laser so focused on an object that the very center most atoms might begin to heat up.
"The lady and I are talking. You may excuse yourself." It said in a rather rude fashion.
"What the fuck?" He commented, turning her to face him, "I know things have... made a weird turn here, but... We can talk through this, you know?"
She avoided his ever piercing eyes, and when it became readily apparent that the distance had become so much that she fell out of love with him, she needed to find a reason, any reason at all, even if the reason didn't make sense, to leave Morgan. "We..." Ragdoll began.
"Say no more." He interrupted, "Let's... go somewhere and talk this through. You've obviously got a lot on your mind, right?" He asked cheerfully with a smile. though, inside, he knew what was coming, it would be a difficult conversation, and it was one that he'd been preparing for in his own way.
"Right, could you excuse us, Cirtius?" She asked, "My boyfriend and I have a very important conversation. It will be only a few moments."
"Cirtius?" Morgan asked.
"What?" She retorted, "It's no stranger than Facepuncher the Clown. Whatever happened to him anyways?"
Morgan shrugged as they walked, "I dunno, last I heard Facepuncher had began an organization for Constructs who's creators had died off in the Merging Event, the Grinding, and this last travesty... After that, I don't know. constructs are a pretty hearty bunch." After some silence, he couldn't bear the tension anymore.
Neither could she, Ragdoll Amber needed a way to make this easy, but she knew from her time as one of the Guardians of Reality, there were never any easy decisions to make.
"Just come out with it. I have a feeling that I know what's going to happen, and so do you. We've spent far too long apart, and people just grow apart. though, I've got to admit, I thought we were going to go the distance, andh ave a family of our own, you know?" He started the conversation, a very difficult one to have, but it seemed like the right thing to do was cut to the chase.
"i've been agonizing over this for quite a few weeks... this sin't the easy thing to do." She contributed.
"Well, with everything going on, not to mention your literal boy toy over there, everything just seemed to line up perfectly. I'm leaving you, you need to be happy, and it's obvious that I'm unable to give you the happiness that you deserve." Morgan continued, his words nearly emotionless, flat in tone and almost perfect in delivery. He didn't want this, he never wanted this. He was happy with Ragdoll, he felt complete with her. When they made love, he felt like his whole existence had lead up to that moment.
She felt the same, but she had her worries, and had been talking with a few of the female Animatroni about her predicament, and they all shared the same fears about not having any offspring of their own. It was then that Ragdoll came to the conclusion that this might have been for the best for everyone involved. but she had planned on leaving him, not the other way around, it caught her off guard. "Wait, WHAT!?" Ragdoll blurted out, stopping in her tracks.
[[Morgan's Lonesone Road]]
[[Theintetian's Paradise]]
[[Animatroni Animosity]]
[[Hostile Housing]]Morgan kept going for a few paces, he felt his face get hot, but still remained calm on the surface, though his hands were shaking at the thought of his next words. "Yeah, remember when you let me know that you wanted to talk with me? I knew what was coming, I'm not dumb, I know EXACTLY what those words mean, and I've been through this more times than you know."
He needed to keep the aloofness up, needed to be completely calm. no emotion, even though Reason was screaming into his core not to do this, to let her have this. "I've had several theories pop up in my head about what the reason was, and it could've been family, old loves, or-" A quick glance to Cirtius, "New ones. I know what's happening, and I've had time to disconnect from you, from a distance. Ever since Tefadron put us in this weird place, with almost everything being a colorless prop, i've been less distracted to our problems. I'm not blind."
"but i haven't even told my family yet-" She started to complain. "And you posted that we were broken up!?"
"Yeah, I did. Because it's a break up, you've already made the decision that you wanted to end it. This isn't a press release, it's like like a release for new leggings where everything has to be timed, and you know what? I'm happy that I posted what I did, and despite what you might think, the world doesn't really care what I post-"
"I care, especially when it relates to us! now I've got no choice BUT to break up with you." she began to get irritated, as did he.
"I've already done it. What is the reason? What changed?" He asked honestly, wanting to hear the reason.
"I don't know if you want kids." She stated plainly.
"What kind of dumb ass thought is that? Of course I want to have kids?" Morgan retorted.
"It doesn't seem like it, you never finish when we're making love!" She countered.
"that's the reason? Because i'm not getting you pregnant? Didn't you state that you were worried about carrying the kid to term because of your biology? What are you scared that you might just up and poof and the half baked baby is going plop on the ground like a roll of dough?" Morgan argued back, pacing back and forth.
"Don't you love me?"
"Love and getting someone pregnant... this is dumb. Your reason for wanting to end the relationship is dumb, yeah, it's a valid concern, but there are other ways, you don't have to end the relationship because of that one reason!"
"Cirtius says he can get me pregnant." She landed a blow on him.
"Ah. Well, here's the bare tacks. I'm not going to keep you from leaving me, or change your mind, or walking away. You came to this decision, I came to it, let's just go our separate ways and call it what is was, a fun rebound." He was pissed, no doubt about that now.
Ragdoll Amber walked towards him, there was a lust in her eyes, something yearning for more then he was able to, or at the moment, willing to give her. "Do you want to-"
"No." He cut her off mid sentence, knowing exactly, or at the very least having an idea of what she was going to ask of him. "No. I think you should go be with Cirtius, at least he's more compatible with what your currently looking. I've... I've got to attend to a few matters..." Morgan finished, walking passed her without so much as a blink of an eye. Inside, he was thinking to not look back, for fear of falling once more for the woman that enhanced him in so many different ways.
"Luciarch, you can come out of hiding now." He called out, staring at a spot just behind a nearby trashcan.
The guardians former partner sidled out from his hiding spot, the adorably large eyes full of anger. "You didn't need to be that harsh on her." He called out to the Lost Wolf.
"Of course I did, how else would she have handled it?" He answered back.
"Like she was in charge, like she felt as though this one thing, out of the many other important things, were still something she COULD control." Luciarch called out.
morgan pondered on this for a while, calling the Partner to him. "Walk with me, we've gotta talk about a few things."
The Partner looked at him suspiciously, and then shook his head. "No thanks, we'll talk more at the meeting, I've got to go do some damage control before you end up with a bigger mess then you know what to do with." Luciarch replied, leaving the Lost Wolf to his lonesome.
He had been walking for some time in this part of the Pocket Dimension, and noticed that everything was quiet, and while there was no wind so speak of, he felt as though something were brushing against him, a light breeze of sorts.
'Hey, how you doing champ?' Resogno Della Nulla's voice said out loud.
"and where have you been?" Morgan asked, looking straight ahead.
'I've always been here, you just rarely pay attention to me anymore. I gotta say, the way you handled that was far better on the outside than what I'm seeing on the inside. You wanna talk about it?' The Other asked.
"In a way, not really..." He began.
'But in another?' Resogno pressed, knowing his Core had more to say than he wanted to let on.
"But in another... Yes. I never wanted to let her leave me, I never wanted that. I'm not going to feel anything for quite sometime, but the odd moment, the odd piece of music here or there, the flash of music, the passing face of another person, the shape of a certain woman's face, eventually... It's all going to become too much. She's a member of the group now-"
Resogno cut him off, 'True, but for how long? You've got to ask yourself what is truly important? The opinion of others over your own experience, or your own experience over the opinion of others. I've watched you do this countless times to yourself and it's always the same damned thing, time after time, after time. You've always gone for the easier catch instead of the catch that takes some time to reel in.
'You remember that one woman, Kirsten, Kristen?'
Morgan nodded, "Yeah, she was pretty cool, and we got along amazingly."
'that's what I'm talking about! right now, all your mind's focused on at the moment is how much you miss Ragdoll Amber at the moment, and understandably so, these things are going to take a while to eat, or consume, or forget about. But with new slice of Singledom, you've got the world at your feet and you've already got two bites on a line you haven't even cast yet!' Resogno congratulated.
"what are you talking about?" Morgan asked.
'Do I really need to spell it out for you? Take the most obvious route, and stop being such a dumb ass. Gotta go back to sleep, I'm not used to being out for so long. Oh, before I forget...' Resogno leaned in a whispered a few words into Morgan's ear before fading into nothingness and returning to his slumber.
the Lost wolf paused for a few moments, taking in everything that he just listened to, and something within his attitude changed dramatically.
Something within him changed and he was given no time to think about the adjust as a flash of darkness errupted from the ground just in front of him.
"I'm already fucking tired of this happening, and I'm not in the mood to-"
The Lost Wolf was interrupted by a giant fist to the face which sent him flippping head over hells towards a slowly creaking fun house, filled with whoknowswhats and whathefuckisthats, and the occasional, ohthatsprettynice, all denizens of this strange place.
"I don't care." A voice, almost his own, but not quite, muttered.
The first the ovice belonged raised up to hit him a second time. "Are you going to fight me? Or are you just going to sit there, like a bitch, and get fucking wrecked?"
"Wha-" Morgan began, still unsure of what the hell was happening.
"Guess you could call that answer a three sixty nope nope." the fist impacted the Lost Wolf into the ground again and again, the voice roaring with laughter, always taunting, always ripping forth, always unrelenting. "COME ON, YOU FUCKING COWARD! FIGHT ME!" It insulted as the fist sped towards him once again.
Morgan simply got up, he was still trying to put the pieces together, but something had changed within him, something vital, integral to who he was. He felt more distant, more aware, more experienced, but at the same time, still very battle fatigued from every instance of violence ever inflicted upon him since becoming lost in sarah's dream all those centuries ago.
The fist rocketed towards him, his head its only target. "You want me to fight you?" He asked, taking a deep breathe, trying to shake the dust off of his focus so he could at least try to get his head back in the game. He simply held up a hand, smacking the fist away. "Your attacks are weak, ineffectual, and your use of the potential energy is minimized by the way you utilize your energy. I can already tell where you are, what you're next attack will be, and how you'll try to be clever.
"In truth, I don't even think you'll be much of a challenge." He finished, his anger like a still glowing coal, still with heat, a small fire that had never truly gone out.
"What!? You think I"m weak!? I'll show you weak!" the voice roared, more flashed of darkness all around Morgan as he simply deflected the increasing numbers of fists that flew at him. their speed was pretty fast, but after fighting being that were cpable of speeds that gave the big veined middle finger to math, this seemed a little ridiculous.
At least it did until he got fucking distracted by a squirrel running up a tree and received a well placed nut shot. He doubled over, trying to catch his breath, but the number of fists increased, one uppercutted him into the air, and once where there were only a few, now the fists numbered in the millions, following him, impacting into his body, trailling him as if like a swarm of meth addicted bees.
"Okay, that was a lucky shot!" He admitted.
"I created the squirrel shit head." The voice said pretty firmly. "You're OLD, you aren't very fast, and you can't meme worth shit! GET ON MY-"
"Tsusharingutsu: Snow Tiger." Was all that he said, not quite quietly, but not quite over charged shouting. The Lost Wolf had learned long ago that the power of the Old Dream dimension Energies wasn't fueled by volume, but rather intent, the hsouting was fun, but sometimes it was how calm a person was when calling forth a Construct that determined it's overall effectiveness.
And effective it motherfucking was.
millions of White Tigers rose from the ground, as if burst from the snow. Each had only three weapons orbiting them, the first was a laser guidance system.
The second was a targeting hologram.
the third was a collective four trillion satalites, each armed with hundreds of ion cannons built with the look of a forty barreled Existence Annihilation level mini-gun, capable of twenty million RPM per second. So, yes, Morgan was quiet, but had access to a really big fucking stick that could smack a fly, and the person it was on, and the house that person lived in, and the block that house was on, and the city that block was in, and the city and surrounding four miles were all situated on straight through the planet.
"You think that's enough to get rid of me!?" The voice shouted, reforming, "I am what's beyond the light's reach! I am-" it was interrupted by the flashlight that the Lost Wolf was currently pointing in his direction.
"Is that supposed to be threatening to me?" Morgan asked pointed, walking towards the humanoid shape of thick, black mist. He flicked the flashlight on, and a simple beam of light shot out of it, hitting the voice with no effect whatsoever.
"What... what are you doing?" It asked, the energy leaving it's voice.
"Easy, I'm shining a flashlight on you, trying to figure out what you are, how best to punch you, and whether or not you're a recurring person that I'm going to have to deal with in the future. Also, Ordering Pizza." The Lost wolf stated plainly, not really having much in the way of energy to deal with this new percieved threat.
"Do... you need to talk? I mean, yeah, I want to destroy you, but if you aren't going to take this seriously, we can always talk it out. Or would you rather fight?" the voice asked, the pillar of darkness growing more virulent as time passed.
Morgan looked at the pillar of darkness, and remembering what he'd just been through, he'd had enough of being passive, being just as calm as the ocean waters, having been ejected from his own Entirety and into this weird pocket dimension while his friend was out there, doing god knows what. And now, Ragdoll Amber either left him for a Construct or some other reason.
Morgan was pissed.
He wanted to get drunk, he wanted to hit something hard. And he wanted every little bit of power he could grasp.
"I want to punch you. I want you to hurt so badly, that you'll be too ashamed to even try to reform when the sun sets." His voice growled, his Lost Wolf energies swirling around him, changing his very being, his very form, his very atomic and genetic make up into something greater.
"Fair enough, I mean, you don't really know what I'm here for, you could just be assuming something in the worst way without even thinking about how it could even-"
"ENOUGH TALK! YOU WISH TO FACE ME!? THEN STOP FUCKING TALKING, CREATE WHATEVER DANGER YOU NEED TO, AND LET'S GET IT MOTHERFUCKING ON!" Morgan roared as black and green lightning screamed towards him, striking the top of his head and flaring outwards, striking an invisible barrier which constricted around the human, hardening, glowing with the heat of a million supernovas and cooling off just as quickly.
"Well, shit." The voice said, "I was perfectly willing to just talk things out but-"
"TAMARASK BLADE DANCE: FIRST DREAM OF THE SEVENTH DREADNOUGHT!" He screamed, his new form not yet revealing it's surface, running towards the pillar of darkness, a dark glow in his eyes as metal plates broke in front of him and formed to his body. Long, jet powered pikes with punishing laser cannons grew out of nothingness as the flew by his side, two long, segmented, heavy, powerful sets of arms that hovered just to either side of him appeared, looking like a mesh between energy, biological, and technologically based beings.
"Well, okay... If you insist, but don't think for a moment that I'm going to go easy on you just because you're in a bad mood!" The voice roared as the pillar of darkness twisted and constricted into three very distinct forms.
the first looked as if it were formed form the very heart of a dying star, her form sleek, sexy, with amble breasts, a slim waist line, and eyes that could've brought down the very Grim Reaper with a single flirty wink. She was built for speed, for lightning quick attacks, with various hatches lining his very distracting back bone that contained both increasingly powerful jets, as well as a multitude of mentally controlled drones, she knew what she had, where she had it, and she was damned proud of the fact.
The second form was that of a brawler, tall, strong, built like a colossal tank built with many millions of other tanks like they were lego bricks, he didn't need speed, or accuracy, with trillions of jointed interchanging parts, tank barrels, missile launchers, grenade rifles and a massivle two hundred foot tall, beast like form, he just needed one sweep of his massive, extendable skyscraper like arms to instantly clear twenty city blocks to clear the field for a month long bombardment of near nuclear proportions.
The third form, was one that Morgan recognized right off the bat.
[[Teddy fucking Ruxbin]]
[[Theintetian's Paradise]]
[[Traveling the new internet]]
[[Animatroni Animosity]]
[[Hostile Housing]] The Theinternetians had all but settled into their new homes, with Cancer420 as the acting Memeking, he had the awesome responsibility of making sure that the Pocket dimesnion of his own devising remained secure, keeping it's exact location under a number of sizeable locks and ocmbinations, as well as forty or so different items scattered around yet another set of randomly picked Pocket Dimesnions, it was clear he was taking this as seriously as he possibly could.
Among his responsibilities in addition to keeping the source of the New Dream Dimension Energy safe, he was to keep the various section of the Theinternet as peaceful as he could, his own forces often acting as the buffer between the realms continued peace and all out war.
Tefadrons Pocket Dimension, at least for now, had promised and delivered that, with the Arcade providing an excellent array of machines and preprogrammed worlds to explore and settle, Cancer420 had to keep an eye his subjects.
YouTubians, such as Markiplier, Pewdiepie, Leafyishere, Colossaliscrazy, Keemstar, and more had settled in the action themed section of Thearcade, where the darker sects, such as the Memebasers, Ninegaggers, Iffunnier, and the Fourchannerect had settled in the Survival horror, taming it with an unrelenting stream of Memes and threats to Dox. Meanwhile, those of the more intellectualists, such as the Five Fingers of the Keyboard, The Wordpressition, Bloggerorcs, Tumblromancers, Pastebiknights and the most holy of them all, the Facebuckerberg, the one finger to press them all, and in the darkness bind them, settled in the main office, where they could track all the goings on in the rest of the arcade.
the Twitteratti, a singlular sect of information gatherers, catered to all factions, and reported all the movements to the MemeKing. to him, the Twitteratti was his voice, his way of handing out decree, reward, punishment, and if need be, exile to the room of broken Arcade Machines, a deadly place of those that were Databased in physiology, where a sparking cabinet could fry up to thirty percent of ones internal reserve Frames.
It was this day though, that something outside of his kingdom caught his eye, someone wreathed in both fire and ice, and maybe it was just his AV sensors adjusting to the constant fluxuations of Tefadron's Pocket Dimension, but it seemed like there was a vision of the Old Core, a shade of him, floating in the distance, barely visible, but watching over them silently, as he had done all the times before S'Flowyerphy killed him.
"Keep us safe." Cancer420 whispered under his breath. "Please, I don't know if I'm able to sustain this peace AND continue the regeneration of the Dream Dimension Energy with such detail, but please... Keep us safe?"
the vision did nothing, just as the Old Core had, simply standing out there, arms crossed, eyes piercing the various Dimensional Branes, the millions of perceived wavelengths, always keeping an eye, his action not immediate felt or witnessed, but simply watching the dominos fall where they might, as if everything was of one giant Rube Goldberg machine.
Cancer's thoughts were interrupted by a member of the Twitteratti, a four foot tall skeleton, clad in bright blue armor, upon their skulls, they wore the emblem of their construction, a full face plate, the shape of which was of a blue bird, wings spread, as if to send whatever message it was tasked with out to the wilds.
"Yes? What is it?" He asked, not bothering to turn around, continuing to stare at the vision of the Old Core.
"My lord, it seems Markiplier's Animatroni have settled into themed eateries, they seem quite content not ot have to worry about any Night Guards trying to shut them down." The Twitteratti reported, bones clacking with the slightest movement.
"Good! That's great news actually! And what of Markiplier? How are he and the others recovering since the battle with the Entireties Construct?" Cancer asked, walking towards a stack of paper work Morgan had him look at shortly after arriving.
"They are... well enough. They only have a few hundred Frames between the lot of them, my lord, I am wondering if there is a way to regenerate lost Frames?" the Twitteratti asked contemplating a deeper notion.
"I'm not sure I follow, please explain?" The Memeking asked.
"In our old land, the Theinternet, we had acess to a veritable fountain of youth whenever our originals would upload a new video, for some, it was almost as if they were immortal, while for others, they knew that time was close at hand.
"Would it be possible to find this Entireties versions of them, and have them upload new videos to a server?" The Twitterattis question intrigued the Memeking, and it was a silent question that he had been asking himself for quite some time.
"I suppose, but there is no quick solution, I would posit a question for you?" He replied, a slow smile appearing on his face.
"Yes my lord?"
"Suppose that this Entireties versions uploaded footage to the server, if they themselves are not, in any ways, shape, or form, like our own originals, would they then simply create more citizens for our kingdom, or would those videos frames merge with their own numbers?"
the Twitteratti was quiet for a time before coming to a conclusion, "I suppose those versions would most likely create Theinternetians of themselves, and while the possibility of restoring Frames could be done, it raises the technologicallly morale question, do we have the right to steal anothers life to preserves anothers?"
The Memeking nodded, "Very well said. So, the old human saying 'Physician, heal thyself.' comes into play. I will at once set up a small internet for them to begin their recovery. this server will act as a respoitory for all backup Frames, and from there, all will be made well!"
[[Refreshing the Framerate]]
[[June 28th, 1299 AME]] June 24rth, 1299 AME
Freedy's Food Land,
Tefadron's Pocket Dimension
Entirety Alphasigmu-45/Zeta.C
This area of the Pocket Dimension had been quiet most of the day.
There was little doubt that there were lifeforms here, being who's minds clicked and whirred into action when needed to.
The sentient and dominant race here were the Constructs of one Marick Fichbach, to his Channels Subscribers, back when YouTube was just a website, he was known as Markiplier, a play on his name and multiplayer.
During the [[Merging Event]], or maybe it was when the [[Dimension between Dimensions]] [[failed to contain]] all who had been gathered there, something new happened, [[The Internet evolved]] and the trillions upon trillions of videos, were condensed into their channels avatar, and the Internetian named Markiplier was born.
Mark had fought beings of darkness, souls trapped within rotting and creaking frameworks, the Animatroni for so long that they had in turn, become [[Constructs]] themselves, and they too had memories and lives of their own.
When Mark and the others had been transferred into this place, the group suddenly, and notably, divided themselves up into groups, sub communities reliant on one another. The animatroni were no different, having only been used for combat, and not knowing their own paths, the Constructs of the group moved to another part of the white plain inside the Deom, and there they remained.
Mark's Constructs became the friendly robotic attractions to the many themed eateries during the day, and when the other Constructs had fallen asleep, or returned to their Creators sides, these guardians patrolled the area, sometimes to disappointing results.
They came in a [[variety of designs on the core group]], the original Freddy the Bear, Bonnie the Rabbit, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Fox, Bibs the Balloon Boy, and the one who, in the games lore, had given them all life, the Marionette. Each had their own tragic story in how their soul came to be trapped within the undying bodies they now inhabited.
[[Hostile Housing]]
[[Fun Fun Sushi]]
The hotels within Tefadron's Pocket Dimension were of decent quality, the rooms were spacious, the beds weren't completely made from the corpses of bed bugs past, and the cable worked only half the time, the they got double the reception when they didn't. Ragdoll Amber had wandered into the nearby "Magic Dicky's Memorable Moments" hotel, which wasn't really a hotel, as much as it might've been a refurbished asylum left to rot for nearly twenty years. She felt more alone than she ever had before coming into contact with the Lost Wolf, all that time together, all those memories, all that passion and love, simply gone with that blank expression of his, almost like she had to try extra hard not to burst into tears right then and there.
Her mind wandered from subject to subject as her Partner, Luciarch caught up with her, "Are you feeling alright?" He asked, already knowing she would try to brush it off.
"Of course i am, I'm on a very important-"
She was cut off by the realization that she, along with the rest of the gorup, had been ejected from a collapsing entirety, with no real direction as to where they should go, and at the same time, they were fighting amongst themselves, as if this place was their prison while Tefadron wandered around till he found something worth calling them out for.
"I... I don't know." she rpelied, a little tremble in her voice.
"Talk to me, that's what the Custodi Della Realta created me for, someone to vent to, to help you out, to make sure that you don't get yourself killed." Luciarch replied in a calm, comforting way.
"I feel lost. I feel as though there isn't any point to trying so hard anymore, like I'm just falling through the sky towards a ground that's never there, but I don't know that it's not there. Like I'm expecting to turn around, and there he is, wanting ot take me back." She explained, walking through the lobby a few times where Citrius had been sitting in front of a broken, but functional screen.
"but, didn't say to me that you felt like there wasn't a future with him? Or were those the words of another person?" Luciarch asked, still maintaining a calm comforting voice.
"That's a hard one, a little both I suppose? I mean, towards the end, things were simply kind of dead, it felt like we were just running through the same cycle of events over and over, there wasn't much growth happening, though... Maybe that was my fault?" She continued.
"How so?" Luciarch asked.
"Well, there were planety of times where he came over to meet my family, and everyone enjoyed his company, great conversationalist, friendly, knew when the conversation ended. Maybe I kept him to myself, because I thought that if they didn't get to know him, they would've eventually grow to dislike him, like they had with-"
Luciarch stopped her right there. "So you essentially were selfish in sharing him with other people?"
The question slammed into her like a Mac Truck, "I've never really thought about it like that before. Maybe the moment he began to talk ot my friends and family on a regular basis was the moment where i felt like things were falling apart, so, maybe I made up little lies here and there to keep all of his attention focused on myself?"
She found herself asking questions that she knew, that eventually she had to ask at some point, and there was no point in denying questioning her own motives anymore.
"Hey, babe, get over here, I found some weird email asking me if I need King Richard Pills."
there was a moment where she looked back at the front door of the hotel, wanting more than ever to go back to him, but wondering to herself if it would be worth it, worth the eventual fallout and pent up frustration that would've eventually uncapped itself. She wondered what the conversation would've been like, when all the pretense was dropped and the real conversation began, if it would've happened at all.
[[Spark the neighbor]]
[[Three Holo and a little Blake]]
[[Barney and friends]]
[[Resaec to the future]]It wasn't some devious summoner, nor was it some terrifying thing.
It was Teddy motherfucking Ruxbin.
"Morgan." Teddy greeted plainly.
"Teddy." Morgan replied back.
"It's been a while since the Singolarita Dimensionale." Teddy mentioned.
"Yeah, it has." Morgan concurred.
"Are you sure you want this? I can put these guys away and we can just talk, we REALLY don't have to fight. You KNOW what I'm capable of." Teddy asked.
"You're the Voice?" Morgan asked, his new form completing itself, the various plates fitting themselves, over lapping in some places for maximum protection.
"Yes. The Entirety, OUR Entirety, wanted me to tag along, keep you focused, keep you strong. I'll ask one last time... Are you ABSOLUTELY sure you want THIS?" Teddy repeated, unsure that even he could stand up to the Lost Wolf after so much time.
the Lost Wolf stood silently, contemplating everything, he was tired of fighting, of trying to just get by, of trying to please everyone, of keeping himself calm and reasonable and out of trouble. He had so much pent up anger in him, so many mistakes to atone for, that this last thing, this break up had pushed him passed that inner line he always drew.
He wanted to fight something, and fight something bad.
He took a breath, searching the inside of his mind, the various Pocket Dimensions, the millions of corridors, the trillions of little paths for them. The ones that were bound to him no matter what. The Skeletal Angels.
"Well?" Teddy asked again, holding out an arm, not truly wanting to give the signal for this to go down, remembering the tragic tale of the Golden Strands and the Highlander event that had cost so much in the end. "Don't be like Goldy... Please?" He pleaded sadly, tears forming in his eyes.
Morgan spoke in a long forgotten language, one of many, back when the Dream Dimension was as young as he was, when the energy was near infinite, and the joy in his heart was not as tainted with experience and age as it was now.
"Erde, Wasser, Feuer, Natur, Zeit, Raum, Licht, Finsternis, Blitze, Kraft, Leere, komm zu mir, kämpfe für mich. Ehre deinen Vertrag, wache auf, schüttle den Staub von deinen zerlumpten Formen und steigere den Ruf!" It was a rush ofemotion, to summon the skeletal angels to his side once again. Or, maybe there was a chance that these were different souls bound to him while they were traversing the Entirety between Entirety? there was no way to tell.
[[Reassurances]]
[[Animatroni Animosity]]
[[Hostile Housing]]
[[Theintetian's Paradise]]
[[Traveling the new internet]] Teddy looked uneasy, "I-I'm going to ask you this last time, are you SURE, one hundred percent that THIS is what you want?"
Morgan stepped forward, nodded only once in silence, and waited for the Skeletal Angels to join him. there entrance did not disappoint at all. Dust gathered into nine blackened, ashen and fleshy orbs, thick heavy stitching sealed the orbs together while an unknown light source shown vague forms from within them. these forms screamed and howled, wrenching this way and that, excited for a new chance to breathe fresh air, for a chance to break out of their long secured self made prisons. their bodies, a collection of million of shattered bones, ripped apart organs, burst muscle fibers, shreds of flayed flesh from countless corpses, melted together into forms that were both cursed, insane, and psychotic as well as obedient to their brains last firing neuron.
Eachs name corresponded with an element, and their rebirth into a new and unforgiving world was signified by them. Fire, lightning, light, darkness, earth, water, nature and more slammed outwards tearing the fleshy orbs apart and revealing lanky, nearly skeletal beings, tightly bound in blood spattered black bandages, the bandages had bright blue runes with a brighter gold outlining each, one, there were billions of runes that swam across the bandages. There faces were obscured by a large metal face place which had been fastened with bolts, screws, welds, and nails, the only opening on them was a smallish grate located over there mouths, and a single rectangle like slot through which they could see.
On their backs sprouted wings of dead insects, burnt wood, and diseased infested water. The Lost wolf looked at them all as they merely flew around him in a circle facing inward, their scarred and bound hands covering their faces, as if there had been some terrifying deed done to them.
'Master...' Feuer whispered to him. 'Iiiiit hassss been toooo looooong. Dirrrrect usssss.' There was no emotion in his voice, no compassion, no sense of warmth or happiness.
"You... You're not the Feuer from my Entirety, are you?" The Lost Wolf asked outright.
Feuer did not reply.
"We are merely the Constructs of our Creator, nothing more. We wish only to serve." Licht muttered under her breath, almost afraids to let the others hear her speak.
"All of you are my Constructs?" He replied, looking ahead at Teddy as the sentient Animatroni gulped hard.
'Yes.... Masssster.' Erde replied. his voice merely an echoing thought.
"Then stop being so fucking creepy, as your Master, I command all of you to use your regular voices, be happy, and for fucks sake, take off those fucking ridiculous masks, how the fuck are you supposed to eat, or, you know... wash your faces?" After a seconds thought, he added, "Oh right, royally fuck those assholes up."
There was a split second, just one, where Teddy felt a strong terror within his mechanical heart, the knowledge that if these were the Lost Wolf's constructs, than something truly horrible must have happened in the past for these to be the first thing's he'd create in the Pocket Dimension.
"Okay, can't say I didn't give you a few chances to talk this out." With a deep breath and a smile, he turned his attention to his own Constructs, "Hey, Boobs McLightspeed and Missile Dick."
the two looked at him with a questioning gaze, "Is THAT really what I'm going to be called?" Boobs McLightspeed asked, almost offended.
"I dunno... I like my name." Missile Dick laughed a little.
Teddy face palmed, "Look, when you create your OWN Constructs, you can name them whatever you want, at the moment, just go and fight them... And don't die. Again. You two have a really bad history of dying."
Missile dick groaned, "Ya know what? I launch several million thermonuclear warheads at a target at point blank range, and you never let it go!"
"YOU FIRED THEM AT ME!" Boobs McLightspeed shouted.
"No, that was your evil twin, Fat Ass Molasses." Teddy corrected, "Walmart is still an irradiated hellscape even AFTER we got there. Just focus on the fighting. Fun fact? this guy once PUNTED one of the Seven Demon Directors so hard that he LITERALLY broke the Dimension Between Dimensions."
[[Rage]]
[[Traveling the new internet]]
[[Animatroni Animosity]]
[[Theintetian's Paradise]]
[[Hostile Housing]] the Lost Wolf charged forward, the Skeletal Angels following close behind him, as Teddy Ruxbin sighed with regret.
He hadn't wanted things to come to this conclusion.
but there was something amazingly addictive and attractive about the fights at the Surviving big Brother Dimension that he hadn't felt anywhere else.
"Come on then, let's have ourselves and adventure!" Teddy roared as the two Constructs exploded into giant mushroom clouds, the light, force, and heat released was sucked into the palm of Teddy's open paw, appearing as a bright sparking ball of rainbow colored plasma. "I think it's time we reintroduced an old friend!" Teddy sneered as he threw the plasma ball up into the air.
The Lost Wolf looked up, and directed his Contructs to attack the plasma ball before whatever Teddy was planning could be unleashed. "I'll handle the bear, I've got a new cassette tape I want to put in him, called my foot up his cotton stuffed ass!" the Lost Wolf roared, a power flowing from him that had lain long dormant, a flaring of darkened energies and flashes of Big Bang levels of force ripped outwards, turning the pure white landscape around them into a ruptured wound, with black splotches ripping outwards.
"Rollina and Grubby! Make your power known!" Teddy laughed, his friendly features taking on a more sinister look.
"son of a bitch!" The Lost wolf retorted, he had forgotten all about Teddy's own friends. "where've you been keeping those two!?"
Teddy shrugged, "I have my own places."
The Lost Wolf roared even more, his new form glowing a hot yellow, "TSUSHARINGUTSU: BLACK SWAN REQUIEM: NINTH DANCE OF THE ROARING VOLCANO!"
It was too late though, the plasma ball exploded, sending Erde, Feuer, and Wasser tumbling to the ground, leaving Licht and Shwarzung as well as a few othe of other to tangle with Rollina and Grubby.
Grubby crashed to the ground, a catipillar of ultimate fluffiness, his face of maximum adorableness, his voice so annoyingly captivating that earmuffs alone weren't enough to avoid the entrancing songs of the Ruxbin Ally.
In fact, Teddy had to lock away his friend of thirty years because of the [[Candy Man Incident]], "What adventure are we going on today Teddy!?" Grubby screeched his segmented body covered in a thick layer of bright green fur with bright blue polka dots, the fur covered an ungoldly strong body capable of stopping a White hole in its tracks completely.
Teddy sighed, "Today, the Club of Villains sent the Lost Wolf to steal our crystals!" the voice was embarrassingly niave, child like, innocent, but the Lost Wolf knew the heavy weight behind and between each word.
Grubby smiled, or it could've been mistaken for a smile, rows upon rows of teeth, jagged, smooth, rounded, flat, rotten, clean, some missing, others white, square and flat. his breath reaked of rotten meat and destroyed childhoods. "They did? Well, we'll have to stop them!"
Grubby himself was three times as long as Teddy Ruxbin was tall, and Teddy being five foot three inches, Grubby had a lot of power to work with.
"Wasser, Light, Delta Delta Sigma!" the Lost Wolf crooned as his evolution into the Hyperwolf became complete.
"Achtung!" the skeletal Angels obeyed without protest, they unleashed their name sake directly into Grubby's open maw, hoping ot choke him, but there was something wrong, for each metric ton of light infused water shoved down Grubby's throat, he seemed to grow three times bigger. his features became less adorable, and more like someone trapped in an acid bath for four hundred thousand years.
"how do you like me now villian! Fuzzy Lump Lumps!"
Teddy charged forward, leaping into the air, scissor kicking Shwarzung into the back, the Hyperwolf in the face, flipping from the momentum, bouncing off the ground and with razor sharp claws extended, slashed away at Licht's throat, with force enough to detach the Constructs head entirely.
"Rollina, you miss me?" He asked, a wandering level of lust in his voice as the second of Teddy's friends landed.
"Hello, Loverbear." Rollina said flatly, almost in a way that suggested she remembered every minute of [[the Mango Rain]], "I still haven't forgotten Teddy... Why've you brought that... FREAK, here? YOU PROMISED!" She screamed, her quills raising sharply, almost ready to fire at the Ruxbin.
The Hyperwolf wasted no time in recuperating, and reacting, mentally commanding his Constructs to divide and conquer, "ROLLINA!" He called out to the porcupine, "IF YOU HELP ME KILL GRUBBY, I'LL HELP YOU GET REVENGE!" He called out, knowing it was a long shot.
Rollina looked at Teddy with an unkempt rage in her eyes, "You... PROMISED!" she sent a legion of rocket propelled quills at the now monstrous sized Grubby, they buried themselves deep into the right side of Grubby's head, exploding into lerge fireballs. "YOU PROMISED TO NEVER AGAIN BRING ME ALONG WHEN YOU CHOSE GRUBBY! YOU LYING LITTLE FUCK!"
Teddy was caught off gaurd on two fronts, the first was the assault from the Hyperwolf, a series of punishing blows to the skull and chest, breaking a number of ribs, on the second, the shock of the level of the betrayl he had just commited against his dear friend and past lover.
the impact of both was enough to cause him to lose his spirit.
"Morgan... Please... Kill me." His voice trembeled, looking up at the Hyperwolf.
the Hyperwolf, in turn looked up at Grubby, then at Teddy and grabbed him by the throat. "You saw that travesty, you knew how dangerous Grubby was, you saw the damage that sick fucker did to both the PuffPuffs and your friend, and yet you chose HIM over her!" He screamed, staring right into Teddy Ruxbins depressed eyes.
"What can I-"
Teddy was smacked hard by Rollina.
"Kill him." She stated through gritted teeth.
[[Grubby's Friendly Murder Time]]The queen of Coding brought forth a glowing holographic keyboard, ieght hundred keys, all of which needed to be presed in a particular order for one letter to be made. Tefadron looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?" She asked annoyed, "this is how we do things here, needlessly complicated and utterly annoying."
"It's nothing, he commented, "It's just that where I come from, we have A simplified version of the keyboard, where we just press one key, and the letter we want pops up."
"THAT IS UTTER BLASPHEMY!" She screamed, her face contorting into a picture an complex machine of revulsion at the notion of doing anything simply.
"Do you know where you are!?" She asked, nearing the Deom's face, "You are in the Entirety of Rube Goldberg! Where the simplest of actions needs forty minutes of other things happening, for example, if I wanted to take a step forward, I would need to scream into a megaphone, which would scare the old man, causing him to die of stress, bereiving his family, causing his wife ot write an autobiography, which would inspire a painter to paint a picture of a sad clown, which needs to be hosted in a french art house, where two hipsters need to be caught fucking yellow mop heads in order to protest ppeople shaving beards of run away motorcycle gangs, comprised entirely of sad clowns, which would come move my foot forward!" She explained.
"That sounds... like a terrifyingly long process." Tefadrons noted, "how long does all of this usually take?"
The Queen of Coding smiled, "Only ten years, normally. but time/Space technology has advanced so much that every thing takes less then ten billionths of a second. Anyways, I've completed the invitation, and have sent it out to everyone.
"I'll leave the construction of the arena, as well as the rules of which to you, I have a matter to oversee, which will be kicked off by the training of four midgets to start a serries of campaigns, that will attract ten thousand snapchat followers, of which two must end their carreers to become mime themed super villains, who then must be jailed at least thirty five times for illegally baking pies in clown territory without a permit, which must be overseen by five eighty year olds men trapped in the head of one teenager who only listens to Emo music on fridays, and only after she gets dumped by her transgender boyfriend, who identifies as an Apache Helocopter with a half full tank of gas. I think Doxens are involved somewhere." She explained with all the clarity of someone who was quite frankly tired of living in a place where talking required four billion armless writers to ocmpose a two page sonet with only smashing their faces into the keyboard repeatedly.
"Fuck... Is everything this exhausting?" Tefadron asked himself, snapping his fingers and opening a portal to a blank space.
The queen of Coding looked at Tefadron with some apprehension. "Will you be able to deliver the message alright?" She asked, flurry of hashtags and othetr techy symbols flared in her pupils.
the Deom looked calmly, wanting to be a smart ass about the whole entire ordeal.
"Yes, I'm just going to send a rather simple message to everyone using a red envelope, a tinier, more insulting version of myself, and some vodka."
the Queen looked disappointed, "Anything more?"
"No." Tefadron commented, "Unless you want me to fight the Entirety between Entireties while knitting a quilt of the quiet life of 18th century Scotland while a midget on stilts attempts to do a russian dance? No."
she huffed, "you people and your... EFFICIENCY!" she seemed to almost want to make it an insult.
"Yeppers." With that, Teffadron entered the portal to the blank dimension.
[[The Blank Place]]
[[The Tournament begins.]] Finally, Tefadron had been tossed back into the office of the Corporate Entirety, and it looked exactly like Ragdoll Amber. "Well, hello?"
She was silent, a coldness about her, as if this wasn't the person he thought it was.
"You're not her? Are you?" Tefadron asked again. the silence was deafening, there were no words to be had, nothing. "Well, I'm just going to go... now." As he began to get up from the floor, one of her hands reached out towards him. There was something heartbreaking about the entire ordeal, something that felt like it should be talked about. "Are... Are you going to be okay?" He asked, noticing something off about the hand, it had coding on it, brackets, equal signs, math, science, and jewel colors simply streamed from her finger nails up her arm. The face of this woman, so beautiful, so amazing in every way that Tefadron nearly lost him in her eyes. Those wonderful hazel eyes.
"I am the Queen of Coding, I apologize for the rough entry, but there was something amiss, something not completely right with the way things were going. Did Steve fill you in with the details?" the queen of Coding asked, data streams and syntaxes flowed up her arms and down her almost naked body to form a really nifty dress.
Tefadron coughed. "Who the fuck is Steve?"
there was an awkward silence.
"You don't remember Steve? From accounting?" she pressed.
"No. I've a pretty good memory, and there was no Steve, did you guys recently hire a Todd? I think I met a Todd?" Tefadron replied just a calmly, brushing himself off just a little bit.
the queen of Coding quinted her eyes a list of people they had just brought on from Corporate. "James, Jim, Jimmy, Jenkens, klark, Clark, Steve, Todd... Oh, well there he is, Todd's in the 'Inserting Octopi into random places' division.
"You guys have a division solely devoted to stuffing Octopi into random things?" Tefadron asked point blank, knowing this maybe the one moment in his entire existence he wasn't prepared for, outside of surprise clowns. but like the Spanish Inquisition, no expects Surprise clowns. He thought it was a dying art, mainly because most of the Surprise Clowns were hired out to give great news of recently inherited riches to overly paranoid gun owners with massive amounts of PTSD. It stands to reason the Surprise Clown trade is going through a hiring draught.
"Yes. Why?" The Queen of Coding asked, a slightly perverse smile on her face.
"No reason whatsoever!" Tefadron panicked just a little.
she shrugged and sifted through a few papers before coming across the folder that she had brought the Deom and unknowingly the group to her office for.
"Right, to business," She began. "We here at... we really don't have a name for this place, we just call it the ID and leave it at that. But, here at the I'd, we specialize in Dimensional energy production, and one of the rarest types of energy in any Entirety, is Inter-Entirety Energy, either-wise known as-" she made a sound quite akin to a blue bird being rapidly filled with oxygen and thrown in a furnace.
Tefadron was following along. "and?"
"AND," She continued, "somewhere on your person is a pocket dimension, that within there, is a pocket dimension that contains a machine with a line of code that merges Dream Dimension energy, with that of theinternetian energy, somehow transforming it into a completely renewed Dream Dimension Energy, which means new Constructs can be created."
The Queen of Coding stopped talking to let Tefadron process the information and come to his own conclusion, "So," He started, working everything out, "You want to buy the pocket dimension with the afore mentioned technology?"
She smiled and nodded slowly, "See? I knew you'd see things my way, now why don't you just-"
He cut her off, "No. Here's what's going to go down, I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them, and then, we're going to work out a deal that doesn't involve corporations trying to monetize something that doesn't need to be monetized. Agree or I'm walking out of here." Tefadron was stern in his voice.
"How can you deal, when you've been here so long that food is all you can-"
Again, he cut her off. "I don't eat."
"Well, I won't let you sleep-"
"I don't need to sleep."
"Well, everyone gets lonely, and even beings of energy need to have sex every once in a while-"
"I don't even think I have any use for reproduction, besides, I can just duplicate myself. there's a whole science behind my kind." He smiled.
She didn't. "Well, eventually all things will die-"
"I'm nearly immortal, one time, I had my head completely snapped off, and it just regrew, memories and all. So, no need to eat, sleep, have sex, or worry about death. Actually, believe it or not, Death and I are on very good terms!" He bragged.
"No! No one is above the Grim Reaper!" She exclaimed, furious about his stubbornness.
To which he proved her wrong, "Actually? He's about two inches shorter than myself, I'll prove it!" Tefadron smiled, snapping his fingers, causing the Grim Reaper itself to manifest.
"Sup Teffy. Who's the bitch?" The Reaper asked.
"Meh, some business type. How's the wife?" Tefadron asked, shrugging.
"Good, good, we just brought another little Reaper into the Void, we're so happy!" The Reaper said in a happy tone, though, do to only being a skeleton in a bathrobe made out of pure darkness as well as what's left of Roseanne Bar's joy, you could not rightly tell.
"Congrats! Well, I'll let you go, lots of souls to reap and all that." The Reaper said, not much tone to his voice on account of no vocal chords.
The Queen of Coding looked variably between disgusted and impressed. "So, you hang around with THAT sort?"
Tefadron seemed a bunch more confused than usual, "What do you mean by THAT sort? I'll have you know that it's THE Grim Reaper of everything,m the head honcho, the main man or woman, I dunno, I've never gotten a good look at it's hip bones to determine the gender of the skeleton. But... That's not why we're here. You wwant to buy up the Dream Dimension Energy? I think you're oging to have a problem with that."
the Queen of coding looked furious, almost willing to strike him down with a single blink. "And... How do you think it's a PROBLEM?" She asked, putting more emphasis of the word problem, as if she REALLY wanted there to be a problem.
"Well, you see, I'm MADE of Dream dimension energy, and if that goes away, I go away, and if I go away, then the Pocket Dimension inside me goes away, which... Basically death and destruction all around, and that can just lead to awkward bowling nights for the Reaper and myself." Tefadron explained as carefully as he could.
The Queen of Coding thought about this as much as an all powerful being with little interest in the survival of others might want to, almost about as much as a Realty Mogul becoming President would be thinking about not becoming a mime for fear of the tongue removal process involved. "I will do this," she suggested, "We'll have-"
The Deom stopped her right there and slightly shook his head, "Could we NOT do the tournament, fight to the death, that whole thing?"
"No."
"God... Damn it."
"I am the Queen of Coding, the leader of this here Existence, and if I want a Gald Damned fight, I'll have myself a Gald Damned fight!" She exclaimed, bringing a ifst down on the table, causing it to shake just a little.
there was something that Tefadron couldn't get over, "Did... Did you just say Gald, instead of God?"
The Queen of Coding looked furious, "Yes, Gald, the creator of the heaven and earth in 28 days, the one who's monthly flow of blue death giving liquid drowns hte unworthy and sends them o na cruise of the seven hells of twenty three Chic Files!"
He had to remember that this wasn't his Entirety and took a few deep breaths before continuing on, it was a strange sensation, to figure out that everything you knew about the last house you lived in no longer applied in the new house someone threw you into.
"Okay. I can deal with that. So... Tournament to get the prize then?"
"Yes." She decreed.
[[Tefadron's Pocket Dimension]]
[[Sending the message]] July 23rd, 1299 AME, 9:30am
Cancer420's Pocket Dimension
'Zork' Cabinet of the Memking,
Tefadron's Pocket Dimension
The Memeking looked upon his creation, a swirling mass of energies, black, red, green, blue, white, gold, pink, and sometimes platinum with a little bit of Mewgazordian blood mixed in with it. the energies swirld and combined, spread out and sizzled and popped while the mass inside expanded to distances and interal space beyond measure. The hot energies of the internal big bang were like that of a fireworks finale, with all the pomp and circumstance of someone leaving a jiffypop on the stove for too long, and like sex with a tired old man, the excitement was over before it even began.
Cancer420 looked at his creation, with God standing right next to him. At least, it was this Entireties God. "so, whatcha think?" The Memeking asked with a click of his tongue.
"Well, you did it a hell of a lot faster than seven days and nights, what program did you use?" God asked, his poindexter like outfit arranging itself like the disembodied head of Edgar rice burrows at a deathmetal concert.
"God's little planet kit 12, extremist edition." The Memeking replied happily.
He looked a little shaken. "Extremist edition?"
"Yep. It where everythings a flat white plane, and nothing really matters too much."
"Ah, you mean the Agnostic edition." God smiled, snapping his fingers, and disappearing, "Have fun with the Devil!"
"Already did, he's now my secretary!" Cancer420 laughed as he changed into his Originals form of Luke Thompson.
A Twitterati poogfed next to him ina puff of cherry scented smoke. "Are... Are you vaping?" Luke asked, not sure of just how to react.
"Only a little sir, I have to keep the Meme alive. Someone has to..." The blue armor wearing skeleton whispered slowly, taking a drag off of the ecig.
"Somehow, this is alright with me. To more pressing matters," Luke began, "The Pocket Dimension is complete, all I need to do is move the other Pocket dimension with the files for the tech Dream Dimesnion Production machine and we're set. i'll do that in my own time though, is there anything to report?"
The Twitteratti was shaking, tears streaming down his skull, even though he had no visible tear ducts. "How are you crying?" Luke asked.
"I'm descended from Anime Skeletons, my father was an Anime, and his before him, and his before him." the Twitteratti replied.
"What about before him?" Luke asked.
"Him? He was the hentai artist. We were all very gifted, being skeletons and only that, our lives were filled with hospital trips, antibiotic shots, and lots of bleeding. also, our laundry bill was enough to level even the richest of galaxies."
"Jesus christ." Luke muttered to himself. "The report?"
"Right away, Sire. Donald Trump has tweeted." The Twitteratti replied simply.
Luke motioned him to continue on, "What else is there? We can't simply flip out everytime a piece of orange bacteria shits his thoughts on the internet. What of the Animatroni? My subjects? The Humans?"
The Twitterati shuffled uncontrollably. "the animatroni haven't moved from their assigned places since 6AM, but when Midnight hits, they are usually found and seen to be screaming at an empty Night Guards chair. They get rather depressed when they find out there's nothing there, as if that's their entire existences purpose.
"Perhaps, if you were to create a Construct for them to play with, they'd be more inclined to help out when summoned?"
Luke thought on this for a while, "Maybe, who's the leader among them? I'll need to talk with them to find out what the core problems are."
"It's rather hard to say, there seems to be a rather viscious civil war between the Marionette and Spring Trap." The Twitteratti concluded.
"Ah, right then, what about my Subjects?" Luke requested.
"sire, I am pleased to inform you that the Internetians have been working well together, they seemed to have formed a platform system. Steammestopa is at the top, with a Self Proclaimed Diety, Gabian The Newbio as titled such. Then Youtubia seems to be the second highest point, passing on down various content, gaming, news, opinion, vlog, prank, movies, skits, and such, from there, it seems the DeviaArtisian are the support, using the blogging platforms, such as the Twitteratti, Wordprussions, Bloggists, Tumbli, as ways to pass the messages and works from on high. So essentially, things are working out for the best."
Just then, a raven, big as a house, made from hundreds of planks of wood, with the tiniest claws any raven could ever have, slammed into the MemeKings room.
"CAW MOTHERFUCKER!" It shouted, loosing it's grip on the little peice of paper before falling into pieces.
"O..kay." The Memeking muttered to himself as he picked up the piece of paper. His eyes read it, and Luke instantly had a question, "What the fuck is the Shadowkrak- Oh... Never mind, giant squid of darkness and all that. CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THEY'LL BE REST WHEN YOU ARE DONE!" He screamed as giant tendrils and tenticals of darkness rose out of the abandoned arcades floors and inserted quarters of darkness into the machines all around them.
Instantly, each of the arcade cabinets exploded into a lfurry of machine bits and parts, circuitry, wood and glass scattered across the cement flooring. The Theinternetians had already been transported, and the figure at the entrance to the arcade laughed quietly to herself.
"Yahar me mateys, I'm back... And I just a tad more than boiling... I'm downright Steaming!"
[[The Tournament begins.]] Grubby was once the leader of a suicide cult ranging in the hundred millions, though most of the member were under eight years old, and needed permission from their parents to use the internet, which ninety percent denied, on the grounds that "Grubby sounds the name of a white van promising free condy, but only delivering mountains and valleys of nightmares and extreme insanity."
Roughly twelve million children died that Howloween Night, forcing Teddy Ruxbin to fight his lifelong friend to a stalemate, and when all hope seemed lost, with the choice of either a .9002 calibur bullet through the brain or imprisonment in a blank pocket dimension on an lone desert island surrounded by broiling acid oceans, Grubby chose imprisonment, knowing that Teddy would have need for him at some point.
That was four hundred thousand years ago.
[[Rage]]
[[Timeline]] For a while, Teddy, Grubby, and Rollina traveled together gathering crystals and defending the defensless against the Club of Villains. Later on in Ruxbins life, long after the three had gone their separate ways, Teddy produced a childrens show based on their adventures, though a much more cleaned up version, free from all the blood, gore, violence, and the hate filled ways the Club of villains Operated.
One episode in the 20th season of the "Teddy Ruxbin and Friends" show, "Mango Rain" Tells the story of how a small village of adorable little puff balls, calling themselves the Puff Puffs, sent out a message for help, stating the Club of Villains had sent Gunkman to stop them from harvesting their crop of Dekudekued plants for their villages local birthday for the Grand PuffPuff cheif.
What the sanitized version didn't include was how Grubby had, over the course of the three months the trio was there, devoured forty percent of the PuffPuffs, mainly the female and younger members of the village, nearly erradicating their chances at surviving. The ways and sheer volume of murders caused even Gunkman, towards the end, to lose all hope in life and drown himself with his Gunk Gun.
Rollina, having a PuffPuff father, wasn't freed of the horrendous nature of Grubby when he tried to break her arms and legs in order to have his way with her.
Teddy arrived just minutes late, and caught Grubby commiting acts so horrific upon Rollinas broken, out cold body, they were simply renamed "Rain of Mangos" in totality for their brutal, savage, and inhumane way they were carried out. He ripped Grubby straight out of Rollinas stomach and spent the next five rage fueled hour beating the utter shit out of Grubby till the insect became traumatized and agreed to in Teddy's own words "Be on the side of good again"
Rollina, through months of physical therapy, reconstructive surgery, and years of therapy, recovered, though her trauma remained to such an extent that anytime a call was sent out to Teddy Ruxbin, he could only chose between Grubby or her, never again would all three be seen together.
"Mango Rain" when the truth was found out, caused the long running show to be cancled, Grubby to be exiled from society for his revealed genocidal nature, and Rollina to go insane from the level of humiliation.
[[Rage]]
[[Timeline]] Grubby was a monster, this much was known about the fuzzy, friendly catipillar.
He was the worst thing to ever happen to Tedy Ruxbin, and the bear knew it.
He had known about all the evil things that his travelling companion had ocmmitted, he had sanetized the horrible truth just to make sure his stories could be told.
The Club of Villains hadn't done anything terrible, just wanted to collect the crystals, Grubby on the other hand, as far as Teddy could remember, was a monster.
Murder.
Rape.
Torture.
Cannibalism.
theft of peoples organs, WHILE they were still using them.
Debouchery of every level, and the [[Omefurball Incident]] is what really sealed the deal for Teddy that maybe he didn't know his long time friend as well as he thought.
The Octopede now stood at fifty stories tall, his form no longer firnedly looking, no longer the smallish bumbling thing that Teddy fondly remembered. he was now an absolute monster of a creature.
"Teddy... Remember the Omefurball." grubby's voice seemed darker than any other time.
Teddy was thrown to the ground by the Hyperwolf, Rollina punched him hard a few times before turning her anger towards the towering Octopede before her.
"I loved you..." She criend out, "I LOVED YOU!" Her tears began to flow down her face as she began c rying.
Grubby's face remained emotionless, his cold eyes focusec soley on Teddy Ruxbin. "You imprisoned me, sealed me off, thinking that I could NEVER reach out and have my way with life!? you are a foolish little creature, aren't you... Old Friend?"
the words seemed to sheer off the nearly friendly naneer that the Illiop had always maintained, but for the life of him, today was different.
there was no more joy in his life, no more happiness, no more light.
Only the haunted darkness which had infested his life for so long after meeting this monster he had dared call his friend for so long.
"What? nothing to say after all this time? You want to go on an adventure, don't you?" Grubby asked, lowering his cloud sized head to the ground. the short, hot bursts of air coming from his mouth as he spoke seemed more like category 12 hurricanes, than mere words.
"No. No more adventures." Teddy growled under his breath. "you... you put a stop to that. You outright killed Tweeg, and L.B., and Wooly, and Quellor, and so many more! All I can think of is why I let you continue to commit such atrocities while I slept. Why is the question I don't care about the how, I don't care about the mentality, I just want the Why of it all."
grubby laughed hard, his voice like thunderclaps inside a small room. "You want to know the why? Sometimes, there IS no moral lesson at the end of an adventure, but merely a pure rush of it. No rules, no logic, no reasoning it out, I simply wanted yto murder them, I wanted to kill them, end them, feast upon the sadness and sorrow that it would cause, I wanted to rip the joy and light and laughter out of you! I wanted to cause pain and heartbreak and death! You should know the dark nature of all Octopedes, after all, illiops are no-"
"You shut your FUCKING MOUTH!" Teddy Roared, mentally taking ocmmand of the Skeletal angels, "I'LL TEAR YOUR ARMS OFF YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" The illiop roared, screaming as lightning gathered in the center of his mouth and fired straight through the monstrous, mountain range sized Octopedes pupils, the lightning surging through the optic nerves, straight into the creatures brain, causing it to twitch and scream in pain. The skeletal Angels attacked as well, oceans rife with all manner of coral and sharp rocks crashed into Grubby's head, forests thicker than skyscrapers twisted and wrapped around the Octopedes body, black and white holes tore away large chunks of his body while aging those spots centuries, fires from a distant dying planet roared into his monstrous form like pillars of spike shaped magma, roasting his internal organs like a hot potatoa inside an active volcano.
the damage was intense, the pain was immense, and in the end, Grubby simply shook it all off, his gaping, open wounds shooting out clouds, upon clouds, upon clouds of smaller Octopedes, each just as voracious, venomous, and defiantly violent as their father. "My children, spawned from my agony, attack my old friend, give him one last..." His voice dropped to an even lower growl then teddy or the rst could even think possible, "Adventure."
With thatl ast word, a landmass of Octopedes crawled over one another, blotting out any source of light, and threatened to break through the ground of the Pocket Dimension.
"I got this." An old voice echoed from all around.
[[Grubby's series Finale]]It was only a few years ago, Teddy had just had his show cancled, the line of toys recalled due to some A.I. glitches, in which the Grubby doll would constantly scream to be let out of his prison, to sacrifice the childs parents and peel their skin off while they screamed for mercy.
Teddy knew the cause of it all, he had known all the while. the Pocket dimesnion, though aseparate thing in and of itself, was still needing a peice of himself to be relatively self-sustaining, and Grubby Von Wormmabaugh knew this fact. Teddy suspected that Grubby was using his own energies to influence that small peice, which was in turn influencing Teddy, mostly in small unnoticeable ways.
the crux came when Teddy's next product, the Omefurball 20XX, a new game system, inadvertently had Grubby's face as the mascot. That wasn't the problem, it was when the game system loaded up for the first time, where very distinctly Grubby's voice a deep, roiling, angry voice, filled with malice, hate, venom, a longing to see everything ripped to shreds in a matter of nanoseconds, could be heard screaming, once again to be let out.
Most of the Gamer ocmmunity thought that this was a easter egg, a meme to be laughed at, and never took it seriously, though the more desparate, lonely, and disturbed of the bunch, the one's who'd known the truth behind the kid friendly Saturday morning cartoon show, they would listen very closely to the Omefurball's power up sequence very closely afterwards, taking the whirs, clicks, and varying other noises as messages from their idol, their hidden god, their indirect cult leader, as directions to let him out, to set him free.
The trouble truly began when the sacrifices started, all at once, on a very specific date.
The date when the episode, "A Race ot the finish" first aired. It was also the date that Grubby consumed the souls of ten thousand Anthings and twenty thousand Nothings.
Within four months, nearly three quarters of all Illiops had been murdered, usually by their heart being ripped out through their throat.
The Omefurball was recalled, and every copy of the system was destroyed, their hard drives run through a megnetic tube, then fried within a massive microwave generator.
All but one.
[[Grubby's Friendly Murder Time]] The voice was decrepit, weak, sickly, like the owner had been through the worst of a thousand year sickness, but was no closer to recovery. "Grubby... You... Yoiu really did it this time, old friend." It said with just a bit of malice, as if there was some prior history between the two, even though there was none.
"You can't hide from me! I'LL JUST TEAR EVERYTHING APART!" Grubby said, his monstrous, vieny form looking like something out of a trauma patients night terrors.
"You really think you have any control over me at this point? I am the alpha, the Omega for you Octopedes, I am the beginning and the end, the light and the darkness. you simply wish to not see me for who I truly am." The ovice revealed itself as a smallish imp like creature, no higher than the Hyperwolfs ankle. his feature like that of a small skeletonized frog, bit andp ieces of him were missing, but he walked just fine, even without hte connective tissue. "hi young fellas, mind if I... whew, I need to rest for just a-"
Without a seconds hesitation and a look of utter revulsion in the masive Octopedes eyes, Grubby raise a city block sized fist and slammed it repeatedly onto the smallish frog like being. "DIE OLD MAN! I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU! I'LL NEVER LET YOU!" the Octopede screamed repeated, as if there were a hidden trauma behind the suddenly panicked words.
"that's where you're wrong, Grubby Octohandi. I've raised you, cared for you, taught you everything you needed to kow about living in the daylight despite your Hive elders warnings that it could possibly lead to this... Unfortunate Psychosis. If Teddy Ruxbin hadn't taken you on so many adventures in the bright sun, you... you'd still be the nice little Octopede who would always bring Mrs. Fredinia her morning Apple Pie with a dance and a song." the smallish frog like being was on top of grubby's head, where he knew the Octopede was powerless to do anything.
"GET OFF ME OLD MAN! I NEED TO KILL, MAIM, RELEASE THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT!" Grubby screamed, tears starting to lfowin his eyes as he realized just what was about to happen.
"I can't do that Grubby, not this time. Please, give me one minute, for old times sake? your friends down there are at quite a loss for words I suppose!" He smiled.
Grubby raged and screamed and threatened and thrashed, but hte old frog like being simply stayed put util Grubby calmed down, at least a little. "Fine... But try anything and I'll bash my head into the sky and kill you!"
"You may try, Octopede, but you'll find the sky is higher than even you can grow!" The frog like being laughed, before turning his attention to the Hyperwolf, Teddy, and Rolina. "Ahg, there you are! My name is sir Dredredredredre the fifth. I'm the scientist first responsible for the Octopedes creation, at first, we were making slaves for the mining operations for the King, but soon, you know how these things go... Revolution, Octopede rights, soon equal pay, and then came the porn. Oh god, so much porn... So many hands, and peni, and so many holes. Did you know that Octopedes have twenty five peni, which can extend twenty three feet? they also have twelve birth canals, which are oddly placed, a fault of our Genetics divisions morep erverted staff I'm afraid."
This explanation left the group both, confused, terrified, and in the one case of Feuer, desparately trying to search up Octopede porn, and immediately regretting it.
"sir Dredredreddred-"
"That's Dredredreddre!"
"Redderdredderd!"
"Now you're just being silly. Just call me Sir Dredre." Sir Dredre compromised, shaking his head.
"right, sorry, Sir Dredre, you're telling me that the Oyu engineered the Octopedes?" Teddy Ruxbin asked point blank, still on gaurd and fully aware of Grubby's extremely psychotic nature.
Sir Dredre nodded, but corrected, "Not the entirety of the Oyu, just a handful, we wereselected by the King after Mamru's Fall, the Seven Orbiting moons War, and more recently, Last Ladies Night, good god... them bitches be freaky with the Octopedes. But, yes, we were."
Grubby had enough of this, "TIME TO-"
Sir Dredre simply hopped onto the Octopedes second segment and lightly tapped the massive brown and orange spot on Grubbys back. "Designated Death Code: Slumber Party. Good night old friend."
Grubby shrank down to his original, fluffy, friendly looking form, his face friendly, smiling, but at the same time, the look in his eyes was one of finality, one of sincere fear and regret, something he had not experienced in nearly two hundred and fifty years, when Sir Dredre put him into a death state four hundred years prior to that.
It was only when the Seven Obiting Moons War broke out that he woke up, clueless about his entire identity and was found by Teddy Ruxbin. The Octopede fell apart, whimpering as he did so, hand held out to Teddy for an attempt at one last bit of friendship, even if so much had already gone wrong.
The Illiop looked at Grubby, with a deep saddened anger in his eyes, anger that so much had ocme to pass, so much wrong, and yet, in these last few moments, even when Grubby had threatened death and destruction, he was grieving the loss of a long time friend and companion. Teddy grabbed a hold of Grubby's hand and pulled him close in a final embrace that would come to be Grubby's last memory.
"Goodbye, old friend, we sure had a great time, didn't we?" The illiop asked the Octopede.
There was no reply, just Grubby's death rattle, followed by silence.
Sir Dredre let a single tear fal down his frog like face. The Old Oyu then saw a bright red square pop in front of his face. "It's time already?" He muttered out of annoyance.
Morgan changed back from the Hyperwolf state and looked at hte Oyu staring at the red square.
"Whazzat?" He asked plainly.
"That, is an invite by the Entirety of this place, a tournament if you will. Shall we?" sir Dredre replied invitingly.
"It has been a while since we've had a decent fight... Sure, why not?" He rpelied with a smile.
[[The Tournament begins.]] July 2nd, 1299 AME, 5:55AM
To Love Ru Sleazy Motels, room 22,908
Ragdoll Amber woke up in a dry sweat. She had the worst dream imagineable, in which everythng she ever loved had been ripped from her, her heart, her home, her kids, her family, her way of life. Her history with the Gaurdians of Reality. there was no getting around it, something was off about this place, and she was done being sad about what had happened. the former Gaurdian of the Threadiverse looked around for Cirtrius, and found him sleeping next to her as he had been since she first created him.
she wondered if he was as good at sparring as he was at comforting her. She tested this theory by picking the slumbering meat giant up by the throat and flinging him hard across the room, knocking over the Tv and cracking the wall just a little bit.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" He screamed, "I WAS HAVING THE BEST DREAM!"
"I am your Creator. you are my construct, nothing more, you are mine to do with as I wish and nothing more. If I wish to have my way with you, I will. If I wish to beat oyu, I will. to me, you're nothing more than a compressed pile of cherry scented smoke with no other purpose in life than to serve me until such time that you pass away, either from combat or old age, is that understood?" she replied in a flat voice, even though she didn't mean a word of it.
The Construct kneeled, still groggy fror the dream he was having, his voice completely obedient. "As you wish my Creator. What is your will?"
She was surprised at his compliance.
"I wish to fight." she said flatly, her mind clicking back to her hardened times as a Gaurdian of Reality.
"I will obey!" He launched hmself at her, fists bared and ready to strike. She side stepped, launching a fist straight into his throat, sending him into the cieling. He righted himself in mid air and reverve spun kicked, the blow landed, his foot pounding the underside of her chin, sending her flying off the bed, over the nightstand, knocking over the lampshade. She grabbed a hold of thel ampshade before it fell, and taking a cue, he grabbed the lampshade on his side of the room and they lept at each other.
The each swung hard, the bodies of the lamps crashing against each other and shards flying like shrapnel, some of thep ieces slicing into their skin.
She jabbed her broken lamp forward stabbing him in the side and pulling hard, opened the wound. He screamed in pain, swung for her face, but grabbed a length of hair, jerked hard so she landed face up on the bed, taking the opening, he slammed the butt of the lamp into her face over and over, she twisted out of the way, pulled the hair out of her head herself, and ripped away a drawer out of nightstand, using it as both a sheild and a club.
He punched hard, his fist breaking through the shield but cutting himself in the process.
Cirtrius's face, side, and arm were bleeding profusely.
Ragdoll Amber's face was bruised, her nose bleeding, and side and chest had a few cuts and bruises on them. the back of her head had a knot in the back, and there was now a patch of hair missing.
She had her answer, but before she could call him off, Cirtius launched himself at her, knocking her naked form to hte ground and repeatedly punching herr in the side of the head, her face rocking back and forth in time to the oncoming punches, making hte impact that much worse.
Luciarch broke through the wall and seeing what was going down, extended a long spike from his elbow, lept into the air and drove it deep into the back of Cirtius's head, causing him first to go limp for just a second, then sprung back to life, grabbing the Partner by the arm and began using hm as a club to land more blows against her, with this no longer becoming a test situation, she opened her mouth to let out a beam of fission energy, completely searing off his head and turning everything above his neck into ash.
the remains of Cirtrius fell to the side with a loud heavy thud and exploded into a collumn of cherry scented smoke.
She snapped her fingers, "Come on back." He reformed shortly afterwards.
"How did I perform?" He asked blankly, as though his personality and memories had been completely wiped.
"Admirably." She replied, before sending snapping her fingers and sending him away.
Luciarch was breathing heavilly, "Someone dropped this off... Didn't mean to stop the fun you were having..." With that, he passed out, dropping the red square he held in his hand. Ragdoll Amber looked around the room and sighed to herself, knowing that she'd never be able to get that exact Cirtius again, no matter how hard she contrated.
"Fun, yeah... not how I'd describe it. Hello pretty hting, what're you?" She asked no one in particular while she picked up the red envelope and stared at it. "Luciarch, wake up and tell me what this is?" She asked, snapping her fingers and waking the Partner up.
"I think it's a message from Tefadron, but I didn't get a chance to take a look at it." the small, adorable looking creature explained.
"Well, no time like the present!" She smiled, scratching him behind the ears.
"You... You do know that's kind of racist, what you just did?" Luciarch protested.
"Oh, sorry." she stopped immediately.
"Hey! I never said stop, that actually feels good from some reason, you know?" He protested.
"I'd rather read what this has to say, might be some news from the outside, and as much as I love this place, I'm not sure how much more of the abandoned amusement park I can take. Only so many times you can ride the teacups, you know?" She asked heartily.
She tapped the envelope, causing it to shoot out a tiny version of Tefadron, standing roughly two feet high, with Chibi features and a squeaky voice.
"I NEARLY FUCKING DIED IN THERE, WHAT TOOK YOU SO FUCKING LONG!?" It shrieked. "I've got one job, and than I can go back to my brothers and sisters... So, here it is," It cleared its throat before beginning, "To whome it may concern, you're invited, or rather, forcibly entered into a Battle Royale Tournament, hosted by the larger version of myself, Tefadron LeDeom and her majesty, the Entirety of the place outside of this place, The Queen of Coding.
"Those who enter, and lose their fight against any opponent, will summarily be exploded into tiny atomic particulates in a most painful way and reconstituted, temporarily, as a metallic statue, until such time as the end of the Tournament.
"By touching this envelope, you've given your consent, as well as subscribed to a life time supply of medical suppliments that you'll find some way of selling on the grey market, the black markets annoyingly persistent cousin.
"Yours truly,
Tefadron.
"P.S. blake, don't lose, I've got two hundred riding on you to win this thing."
With that, the Chibi version of Tefadron gave hem both the middle finger before epxloding into a gorey puddle. A portal opened up, and two weirdly shadowy arms shot out, grabbed Ragdoll Amber and Luciarch by the throats and yanked htem into the portal.
[[The Tournament begins.]] June 29th, 1299 AME, 8:41AM
Ikustaka Pocket Dimension
Tefadrons Pocket Dimension
Blake looked down at the readings, his eyes scanning the settings until he found the one he as looking for, quietly, he flipped the switch, and smiled to himself. He had just built a tiny house in Minecraft, and after ten days of work, was able to make a little lightbulb out of a starfish and some sea weed, "I'm finished. Now to burn it down!" He laughed, making a series of handsigns and watched with a violent glee as the house went up in flames. He logged off of minecraft and turned his attention to the new recruit, who wasn't so much of a recruit as she had just been standing there in his pocket Dimension not really saying much, and looking at him expectantly.
"Hi?" Blake asked as she looked at him.
"Hi." she replied back.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes." She replied simply, rocking back and forth on her feet.
There was silence for a minute or two, Blake watched the clock, hoping she would add more to it than just a confirmation that she did indeed need help. When none came, he began to turn back to his work, or at the very least, watching his work turn into several floating lbocks of randim things.
"Join?" She asked just as he became comfortable.
He began to wish that he had created some swivel chairs at the very least. Instead, he had created a very rickety set of flimsilly put together bar stools. he had done so because he loved watching the Holo fall over themselves when they attempted to sit down.
"You mean, me join you? Or you join me?" blake asked, suddenly curious as to why this was happening. "first off," He started, "A man needs a name."
"Meka." She stated simply, "And I wish to join the Ikustaka."
"Do you even KNOW what we're about?" Blake asked, wanting to make sure she knew what she was getting herself into.
"No. Do you?" Meka asked, smiling politely.
'God damn it, she called my bluff.' Blake thought to him, slightly panicking as he struggled to come up with decent enough answer, "the Ikustaka was founded in 1941 as an answer to Japans popsicle crisis. And then we turned violent after it was discovered the popsicles we were selling really were just frosen nuclear turds. So... Yeah, there was a bit of a mix up there." Blake noted, pointing to the far distance of the Pocket Dimension at the large looming mountain hidden in a vast ocean of fog.
"That, right there? That's our inventory of nuclear poopsicles. They don't taste very good."
this sseemed to satisfy Meka as she shrugged and remained staring at him. "So?"
"So what?"
"Let me join."
"You are a woman of very few words, aren't you?" Blake asked.
"Did you just assume my physical gender?" She asked pointedly.
"there's no awssuming a physical gender, it's just there, look, are we really oging to have this very insteresting, but at the same time, time consuming onversation? I get the feeling we're needed somewhere." Blake asked, feeling a little bit metaphysical today.
"No. I'm bored." Meka replied.
blake laughed to himself, "I've got a friend that you'd absolutely love!" He had wondered where Morgan had been off to these last few days, but that hadn't been hs main concern. He came to a final solution.
"Meka, do you know anything about highly advanced, sentient, hard light holographc technology invented by an alien race that was nearly annihilated by their fallen guardian?" He asked, looking over to Holoahl who simply flipped him off. "Hey, fuck you. We've had this discussion before, I AM NOT MY ORIGINAL!"
"Yes." She rpelied confidently, walking over to Holoahl, but not looking at him, she was looking through him and at the two tables behind him.
Holoahl gave blake a look as if in protest.
"they don't really like that, when you look through them, they find it kind of discriminatory against their opacity settings." Blake explained, Meka gave him a look, and then he noticed she was black, and gave zero fucks.
"Noted, noted." Blake replied, turning back to his attempt at watching the Minecraft world burn.
Meanwhile, she turned back to the Holo in front of her. "So, what seems to be the problem?" She asked Holoahl.
"Are we really not going to talk about what just happened?" Holoahl protested.
"No, we aren't, because you want to know what? At the moment, to me, you're nothing but a program, lines of zeroes, ones, twos, threes, and fours, and to be honest, I'm happy with that line of thinking, because you're a program, I can reach in side your Hardlight Image file and tinker around with the code until we fix the programming issues you're experiencing without being disgusted. So shut the fuck up and tell me, you angry, ugly, son of a bitch, what the FLYING FUCK YOUR PROBLEM IS, BEFORE I CALL CANADA AND TELL THEM I FOUND THEIR MISSING HOCKEY PLAYER!" Meka unleashed her fury on Holoahl.
"Blake?"
"Not here, you're alone on this one bud!" He laughed to himself. "Meka, you're wonderful, you're in!"
"God damn it." Holoahl grumbled to himself. He took a breath, let it out, and told her what the problem area was. "I've been getting this strange message, unknown sender, unknown file type, unknown recipients, and to top it all off, my Virae scanning protocol says that it's a virae in every sense of the word, and YET, at the same time, it tells me it's safe. So I'm getting a repeating and alnerating notifications between safe and unsafe, and the amount is piling up causing a slowdown in the my savailable RAM which could be going towards other more important systems. Like living, or pooping, god I have not pooped in several weeks." He finished and watched as Meka gave him a look, then looked at Blake who simply shrugged.
"Hey, this is news to me as well. I guess you could call it a..." Blake reached into his jacket.
"Don't you fucking do it!" Holoahl screamed in his direction.
Slowly, a smile spread across his face as he pulled out a pair of sunglasses.
"Don't you FUCKING DARE!" Holoahl began freaking out.
"Don't do what?" Meka asked.
"Dump File."
[[Return of the Rocker]]July 2nd, 1299 AME, 9:58AM
Deck of the Puppets God
Tefadrons Pocket Dimension
The Puppet's God rocked back and forth in its moorings, the large posts holding it just above the water seemed to make it like the world's slowest pendulum as it rocked back and forth above the water lazily. The crew, half human, half marionette, eaches puppet like prosthetic limbs wirelessly powered by Barney fife's own intense personal heart beat, which in turn powered, protected, and repaired the Puppet's God itself, were busy going about their chores, singing whatever weird shanties popped into their heads at the time.
The First Mate was in the Captains Quarters where their Captain was plugged into various wires and tubes, charging the engines for the time beings, while going over the latest reports about the Pocket Dimension they'd been transported to.
"So, Lemmings, flemmings, and Snot scouted ten miles to the east, Scouts were sent to the west, and John Cobbler ate his way to the south, and as far as they were able to report, it's pretty much all adbanded amusement park attractions of varying level of disrepair, more or less, the further out they traveled, the foggier, creepier, and creakier things became. I think lemmings saw an angry clown driving a beat up blue pick up through the fog, but that might've just been one of our allies doing their own scouting." the First Mate reported.
Barney sighed to himself, looking over the data. "So the further out we go, the more deteriorated things become, I wonder if there's a point where the Pocket Dimension just stops, like a wall?" He posited.
the First Mate agreed with the assumption, "It is a Pocket Dimension, it's only as big as the creator will allow it to be, given their own personal creative limits. It's possible that Tefadron simply kept the amusement park as large as he thought we be willing to explore, and putting a more dangerous barrier around that edge."
Barney smiled, "I always loved a challenge, how are the preperations coming along with the Puppiscouts I gave you the schematics for?"
the First Mate nodded excitedly, "I'm happy to report that they're ninety eight percent complete, we just need to charge them up and the energies will hold them together. Speaking of which, the New dream Dimension Energy, we're still getting that from the Meme King, correct?"
Barney nodded, "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"
"Well, sir, a few of the boys, Scotty, Jenkins, and Flora have been talking about hte possibility that an outside threat of the main group of allies and what have you, may try to conspire to steal it away from us." the First Mate replied, "i'm guessing the crew's just a little spooked, should I have a word with them sir, to calm them down a little?"
"Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea. Also, send out another scouting party, that idea for faster Transports that Rosale had was simply amazing, though it's a shame what happened to Shorty, Sparky, and Zanderson the first time through." Barney contemplated, "Also, see if you can get in touch with the Ikustaka, we need to coordinate plans in that tournament thing he was talking about the other night."
"Right away sir, one last question?" The First Mate asked, curiously.
"Yes?" Barney replied.
"Before you became our Captain, out of curiousity, and before you came to that strange place with the Great Mouth, who were you?"
Barney smiled, "Why, that's easy, the best darned Sheriff in Mayburry County, Indiana. Why, I was so good, that nothing got passed me!"
"Aye Captain, there's the smile we've come to know and love! I wonder whatever became of Captain Jack Boiling Waters though, some of the crew still tell stories of that battle, you know?" the First Mate thought out loud.
"I don't know, old friend. Where ever he wound up, I'm sure He's doing just fine." Barney noted, "It's good that the crew honor the memory of your old Captain, he was an amazingly tough fighter, nearly lost a few times to him!" He laughed a little, knowing how cherished Jack was to them all."
There was a knock at the door, "Come in, First Mate, please go about your duties?"
"Aye Sir, at once."
Flemmings walked in as the First Mate exited, a red envelope was in his hands. "Sir, this landed on Scouts lunch of tenticle salad."
Barney took the Envelope, tapped it, and watching the tiny version of Tefadron be pooped out of the bottom.
"Well, that's disgusting." flemmings noted.
the Tiny Tefadron stood up, brushed himself off, and began.
"Dear assholes, you're gonna fight in a tournament, hosted by the Queen of Coding, losers are gonna get all explodified, put back together as statues, too late to back out now, watch out for the Shadokracken.
"Sincerly, Tefadron, and fuck you." with that being said, Tiny Tefadron, flipped flemmings of, and exploded into a tiny pile of glowing gore.
"ShadowKracken?" Flemmings asked, shortly afterwards, the day became night, and the small amount of water surrounding their ship was whipped into a useless frenzy, merely splashing against the spine of the ship.
Barney smiled, "Well, that wasn't too bad-"
Giant tenticles of darkness, so massive they dripped the night sky like giant drops of water, black as the void of the Devils heart, with only speckles of starlight showing, wrapped themselves around the ship and pulled it into the small pool of water.
"Well shit, nevermind then." Barney said uselessly, firing out of his back a rather large raven puppet with a smallish note stored in it's chest. "Go to the Arcade in the south west, deliver it to the Meme King!"
[[June 28th, 1299 AME]]
[[Refreshing the Framerate]]
[[The Tournament begins.]] April 31st, 1299 AME, 6:55PM
Resaec's Pocket HIVE,
Tefadron's Pocket Dimension
the black Syrup looked over the console as his trillions of clones went about their business, it wasn't unusual to see this kind of activity, but today was Resaec's birthday, and it was an especially dark and moody one, more so than the others, as they was the day his parents died while he was forced to live on.
"Happy birthday to no one.
Happy Birthday to No one.
Happy Birthday to no one.
happy birthday to no one." The clones sang out, hoping it'd cheer him up, needing the Original to cheer the fuck up at some point.
"No." Was all Resaec said, dressed in a black and grey dirty clowns outfit, with a dirty and decayed little clown's hat strapped to his head.
"this is an especially dark day for me, as I don't giver a fuck about anything you all have to say." Resaec attempted a smile, but the Black Syrup wasn't known for being overly cheerful, ewspecially during these times of great personal stress. he looked over at one clone who had gone through the trouble of baking a hot Topic themed birthday cake, a theme that REsaecx particularly enjoyed, and especially noticing the detail of the sugar paste Emo Kids crying in the back corner of the store. "Aw. Get back to work." He demanded, knocking the cake to the depths of the HIVE itself.
Ten minutes later, REsaec received an email about nelarging his dick. "no." Was his reply, making him angrier than he had ever been in the past two minutes, so much so he followed up the email with another message, asking if they were interested in purchasing some Nipple ointment made from the screams of happy people just before they died.
They calmly sent a restraining order to him.
Resaec smiled.
Two minutes after that, a Clone splorted up behind him, "Sir, we've been invited to a tournament. They're asking if you have a plus one?"
Resaec chuckled to himself, "the Fools.... they dare invite the Black Syrup and dare demand he bring a plus one!? DO THEY NOT REALIZE THE HIVE IS MY PLUS ONE!? WE SHALL DESTROY THEM ALL, AND THEN, WHEN THE SCREAMING OF THE LAST VICTIM OF MY WRATCH SILENCES, THEN, AND ONLY THEN WILL IT BE CONSIDERED A TRULY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"
the Clone backed up just a little, "Um, ooookay, I'll just check the little 'yes' box. Dawww, number Fourt Three five posted a gif of a cat in a sweater!"
Resaec shot towards the lcone, a deep anger in his eyes, a steeled determination about one thing and one thing only. A master plan which had been in the works for centuries for just this very moment, "I DEMAND YOU LIKE FOUR THREE FIVES CAT IN A SWEATER GIF! DO IT! OR EVERYTHING SHALL BE FOR NAUGHT!"
"Waaaay ahead of you sir. Cat Gif liked." The clone reported.
"Was it the sweater with the christmas tree with the little blinky lights?" Resaec asked, clearly needing details. He hadn't logged onto facebook in a while.
"No, it was the EAster themed one with the bunnies."
this was terrifying news indeed for Resaec, who had spent the better part of five hundred years waiting for that specific Gif to be posted by Four Three Five, indeed, all the mechanations in the HIVE that had been put forth, he needed this one to pan out.
"You... liked the Easter themed, Sweater wearing Cat Gif, instead of the Christmas themed one!?" Resaec asked, enraged.
The Clone backed away a little, "Yes, I was just-"
"YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, I ASSIGNED YOU ONE TASK, TO BROWSE THE INTERNET LOOKING FOR ONE THING AND TO LIKE THAT ONE THING, AND YOU LIKED THE ONE THING, BUT NOT THE ONE THING I ASKED YOU TO LIKE! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU!?" Resaec screamed at the top of his lungs, swiftly knocking the clone into the depths of the HIVE to follow his presumably still falling cake.
A few seconds later, Resaec checked the Facebook feed, and found that indeed, the clone had like the thing he asked him to like, and with a long syrupy tendril, pulled him back up. "Never mind, good job."
"Thank you sir-"
"That cake was fucking shit though." Resaec shot back, knocking the clone back down into the near infinite depths of the HIVE.
"Now, let's get ready... To Rumble."
[[Hostile Housing]]
[[Four Three Five's on Facebook Live]]
[[The Tournament begins.]] The Merging Event was a brutal one, the New Core, S'flowyerphy, having just attained the true power of the Old Core, took it upon himself to force every single person, place, and thing into a survival of the fittest against centillions upon centillions of alternate versions of themselves, men, women, eldery, teenagers, children, infants, human, animal, everything and everyone, fought a bitter and bloody war against themselves for however long it took there to be only one survivor, with that survivor having all the the strengths, knowlege, and power of those they had defeated shunted into their beings. Some survived the whole ordeal, others died right off the bat, and some took their own lives after being released from the strain on their minds at all the death they had just witnessed.
After releasing everyone from their own personal Merging Dimensions, S'flowyerphy then began the ultimate Merging, the Grinding of every level of Existence, Nothingness, and Nonexistence together into one unified place. The already devestated survivors of the Merging Dimension, exhausted, traumatized, and depressed to the point of mutual group suicide, were now forced to fight, yet again for their survival, and the contest was a bloody one, with the weight of death so heavy, veritable galaxies glowed red from the amount of blood floating through their own personal voids.
And atop it all, S'flowyerphy, the New Core, sat atop a throne of broken minds, and sapped happiness. His only goal was to kill the Last of the Lost Wolves, and claim the Dream Dimension body which Morgan had obtained after the Old Core had been defeated by the Highlanders Result.
[[Animatroni Animosity]]The Dimension between Dimensions was always meant to be a self sustaining battery, powered by the souls of those who'd been sent there instead of Hell When it became readilly apparrent that Hell had been over capacity for quite sometime, even with the Devil turning off the souls Immortality and letting Avarice and Gluttony consume everything falling through Hell's butthole in he sky.
The Dimension Between Dimensions did one thing, and one thing extremely well, when the Soul first arrived, as it was reforming, the Dimension between Dimensions Curator, Ugg, its very first resident, reprogrammed the soul to want to fight, to only wish to fight the other side whatever that may be. Ugg did this on a massive scale with the help of Holographic version of himself he lovingly called UggUggs.
The reprogrammed soul would then be assigned to either the Door of Existence of the Chasm of Nonexistence, respectively, either the Positive or Negative ends of the battery.
the Door of Existence represented creativity, creation, birth, evolution, continuation, life, light, love, and infused a bit of itself into every one of the souls assigned to it. The Chasm of Nonexistence represented death, destructivness, destruction, chaos, hate, everything opposite that of the Door. They both knew their purpose, they hated and loved eath other, they were brothers, sisters, lovers, partners, enemies, allies, in one respect and one respect alone, that they needed the other to live, while at the same time, wanting them to die with such a dreadful obsession.
The souls, numbering in the tens of centillions, encompassing trillions of planes, universes, planets, mobius strips, mirror worlds, galaxies, and simple white planes that stretched into the infinite horizon, had only one controlled impulse that wasn't their own, the intense and immediate need to charge in the direction the enemy. those on the Door of Existences side, charged blindly at the Chasm.
those on the side of the Chasm charged blindly at the Door of Existence.
They fought, maimed, killed, slaughtered anything and anyone that wasn't on their side, and the fallen were reborn on the side of their killers, memory still intact, but the impulse to fight and continue fighting all the same.
For 6,851,746,541,914 Yottaseconds, this was the way things worked, with the number of souls growing every nanosecond, the number of different planes increasing, and the greater amount of energy being generated which went to energize and maintain both the barriers that contained those souls with the ability to open portals to different dimensions, by simply relocating them to a different plane, most of the time in point blank range of an explosion, god like beings that had fallen, and at one point, the very Core of the Dimension between Dimensions.
the Energy also went towards the health of other Universe, Planes, Branes, Realities, Dimensions, Existences, and the core responsible for keeping an eye on such. That is, until the day the Dimension between Dimensions [[failed to contain]] that energy.
[[Animatroni Animosity]] Any one thing, person, place, or object, living, dead, animate or inanimate, can only remain complete for so long before it starts to erode, break down, is damaged irrevocably, lost, or otherwise destroyed.
The Dimension between Dimensions was the perfect place, self staining through the energy released by the infinitely fall in eternal combat, contained by fiercely strong energies, watched over by the constantly famished and starving Grim Reapers of twelve trillion different worlds.
A perfect prison system.
Until the Lost Wolf and friends were thrown in there to fight, and were persued by one of the seven Demon Directors, Linheber Ed. It was there that a great battle took place between the Lost Wolf and the Demon Director, one which pushed the Lost Wolf to his absolute limit, and beyond it.
Ascending to a higher power that had been long since bestowed up on by the Hivewolves Council in order to defeat a power foe, ascending to the level of Hyperwolf, the battle escalated, built, grew out of control as massive yottawatts of energy built up in mere seconds, from the constant hundred billion blows per second per second per second between the two foes.
Until the Hyperwolf launched and landed a powerful kick which sent the Demon Director, Linheber Ed through every possible plane, chased by an infuriated Hyperwolf and continually pummeled to even greater speeds until it was like several trillion nuclear explosions pushing against the very boundaries of the Dimension between Dimensions, and with one final, black out rage fueled blow to Linhebers head, the Hyperwolf punctured the Dimension between Dimensions, shattering only a small mile wide crater in the edge, though that was all that was needed.
The flood of energy ripped through it, tearing away at the edge, the souls sensing a way out from the unending madness of the long and endured torture, flooded out, tearing through one another for the chance to escape. the force was so much that the Reapers themselves were unable to consume the souls fast enough, many of whom feed past bursting, the resulting explosion onyl sending the souls back to either side, only for them to try and escape again.
Eventually, the numbers became manageable, the reapers flooded into the potentially never ending feast, smashing every concievable plane into one, causing greater damage to the Dimension between Dimensions,essential shattering it, there, the Reapers feasted, gorging themselves beyond full, often times choking to death on a leg still kicking out of their mouth as the owner died slowly and painfully with seven or eight hundred others.
Outside the Dimension Between Dimensions, many things changed, many things that were considered unnatural at first, then as the years passed, they became normal. One thing that was never considered normal, was the fact that [[The Internet evolved]]
[[Animatroni Animosity]] The energy from the Dimension between Dimensions had flooded outwards, the Souls escaping their long torment, the Reapers distracted by their new food source, and Ugg simply watching the whole thing, wondering how he would patch this up.
The energies created by the constant cycle of life and death within the Dimension between Dimensions was never meant for anything to be exposed to it, and when it escaped, vented outwards, spreading like a wild storm, spreading in all directions, the first victims of the forced acclimation were the Dimensions of the Mind, the Dream, Waking, and Nightmare.
At first, the changes weren't any different then the most Lucid Dream state a person could have, but when people noticed loved ones, friends, and people randomly falling asleep and not waking up, then there was some discussion about the problem. After a month, the energy began seeping out of those who had been recycled into dispencers of the energy, taking the form of an invisible cherry scented gas, barely noticeable to the naked eye, it would flow out of the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of the Comatose, as they were come to be called.
The Comatose, everynight, like clockwork, at the stroke of midnight, would sit up, all at the same time, their eyes wide open, mouths moving as though talking, though not in any decipherable language, almost like a combination of mumbles, screeches, clicks, and gutteral growls, almost in a sing song way. for three hours, they would do this, not moving, not reacting to outside stimuli, simply do those two actions, after three hours, the Comatose would collapse in their beds, their internal tempretures noticeably higher.
The energy continued pouring outward, slowly bestowing a kind of sentience upon everything in three stages. The first was bestowing life upon the intangible. Information, animations, webpages, video files, coding, things that could be seen, but not felt.
The second stage was the inanimate, everyday objects, books, buildings, rocks, dirt, mountains, continents, objects that had no point in living, objects that simply were, suddenly began talking to people or two each other, in the case of continents, they had become fully aware of the people living on them, having their personalities, mindsets, behavior pulled from, formed, and grown from the collective mindsets of the people, events, and histories that inhabited their bodies.
It became common place for office workers, students, and generally anyone who needed to use a pencil to be called a murderer by the other pencils as they watched one of their own be shoved inside the hungry mouths of pencil sharpners. Mechanical Pencils, though the much safer option, and often times, saving the lives of said pencils, were often protested because they were taking the pencils jobs away from them.
It was later discovered that pencils, by their very nature, are extremely suicidal, and got off on watching with horror as they were slowly sharpened into unuseable stubs.
The third stage was the widely feared bestowing life upon the undead. The Zombie uprising, or Zombie apocolypse was much less violent than assumed, as they were more or less reanimated withy all their mental faculties in tact, though being dead in some cases for long periods of time, and decaying to the point of becoming just a loose floating collection of bones in a vaguely human shape, the Zombies, or the more politically correct term, Reanimated, quickly became addicted to pain killers, and more or less became, in a very literal sense, a race of rotting, stinking, theives.
The biggest change, however, the biggest shock to everyone, was when the Internet began showing signs of sentience. It happened over the course of the three stages, which took roughly twelve years, the inherent A.I. of the base level internet started learning everything it could, gathering these trillions, upon trillions of minds into a single collective of hive minded presuasion, and began calling itself any of three names, based on the three flavors of the Internet.
Zhagothua for the Dark Web.
Timmy Turner for the grey parts.
Peaches the Sun Fucker for the Memes.
[[Animatroni Animosity]] Constructs are creatures created from Dream Dimension Energy that perform a certain function and when that function is complete, their bodies evaporate into a cherry scented smoke which then returns to its original form.
Constructs have sentience, and are fully aware of their purpose in being created, and during their short but brief existence, they long to return to the Dream Dimension energy from which they spawned. there are multiple instances where Constructs have remained long after performing their designed purpose, either involuntarily, through choice, or through interferring action of their Creator, in which cases, they've still desired to go back to their siblings in the Dream Dimension energy.
Notable cases include [[Facepuncher the Rodeo Clown]] and the [[Skeletal Angels]] which reside in the Lost Wolf's mind. In these instances, the circumstances were enough that these Constructs themselves remained behind their brothers and sisters. some have theorized that they have secondary purposes yet to be fullfilled, while others suspect that outside influences have found ways of preventing their Evaporations upon completing their primary functions.
Though temporary, Constructs have displayed memories of childhood, families, personal history, and the ability to fully understand the complexities of interacting with other people.
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[[Organizations]] The Animatroni are a Subspecies of the theintenetians, having been created alongside the Youtubans of the Gaminian sect, the Anbimatroni themselves vary in appearance ance function, but their core programming prevents them from abandoning the search for their eternal foe, the Night Guard, whom they must seek out and destroy at any cost. The original Animatroni were a group of seven themed eatery servers who donned costumes, sang songs, and delivered a succulent meal to those who had paid a high price. Their forms, their power cores, were energized by the trapped and cursed souls of the children who had been chosen by an uncaring god to be sacrificed to the almighty Pie'f'Za.
When the Game World they populated was exposed to the flooding and sentience bestowing energies of the Dimension between Dimensions, the Orginal seven, Fredbear, Chickaken, Foxirate, Bonnibun, Ballooboy, Puppinette, and Trapinsprin, knew that they must expand their numbers to fight on all three fronts of Nothingness, Nonexistence, and Existence.
The Toy, Plushy, and Funtime Constructs of the Original seven were built from whaever scrap was found around the original Fredbears Family diner, the Animatroni rooted around the claw machines, prize counters, and whatever demonic blood letting they could find and slapped em together to form these friendly and overly protective versions of themselvs. Created the undead equivilant of love and joy in their circuits, the Dream Dimension team could pass for just another toy or stuffed animal and kill any adult they could get their hands on.
The Mangled, Decayed, and Withered Constructs were designed to survive in the Nightmare Dimension's Nightmare known as nonexistance. There was much less care put into their creation, sanity, logic, the urge not to kill, empathy, were ripped away, and razor wire, many layers of chainsaw like teeth, sharp claws, and mini versions of themselves crammed into their bodies made the Nightmare Team a night terror to deal with in the daylight. When night fell, they were lethal.
The Virtual, Phantom, and Nightmare Constructs weren't so much created as they were coded into being, programmed with an exact balance between the Dream and nightmare Teams, they had the added bonus of being able to travel through the internet, hiding amongst the many porn sites, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, usually at the one minut thirty second mark. The Waking Team perfectly matching the Voidal energy signatures, and rapidly, over the course of two hourse, slaughtered every male adult thayt had access to Wifi. their one weakness was dial up and fax machines, leading to the often times unfortunate 'Ennard Class' event where they would be downloaded into either a floppy disk and thrown into a miscrowave, or a USB drive and thrown into a pile of magnets.
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ZJune 28th, 1299 AME, 5:02PM
Fun Fun Shiny Sushi eatery
Tefadrons Pocket Dimension
"Got any three's?" Asked a bored Teen to her friend, they had been coming to Shiny Shiny Fun Sushi for the last month and a half, the outside was a giant Sushi roll, metallic, shiny, segmented, as if it could become a giant mecha at any moment and fight the remains of Bob Hope's nine iron.
"Nah, got any haunted Animatronics?" He replied in turn, pointing at Funifox, who was also shiny, white, metallic, and segmented. it's eyes pointed towards the two, and suddenly decided that this was far eough, springing forth like a razor blade covered jack in the box and carving them into bloody chunks.
"Totes Instagramming this!" She exclaimed as her phone was broken into itty bitty bits, with Funifox coughing out, "The Byte of eighty seven megabytes!" He laughed, the other Animatroni seemingly disgusted with Funifox's puns. "Not cool bruh, noacool." Funibon exclaimed, suddenly recieving a message in his internal inbox. "Tournament?" Was the only word, with a gif of a purple and orange portal spinning in the message body.
"Sure. Why not?" Funrionette muttered under its mechanical breath.
[[The Tournament begins.]]October 22nd, 1323 AME, 8:44AM
The Blank Plane
The tournament groundsl ooked exactly like the ones in the Singolarita Dimensionale, with the Blank Plane being divided up into a checker board of different settings.
Void.
Magma flow.
Sporting arena.
Boxing.
Twitested version of hte Overlook Hotel.
Anime convention.
VidCon.
The physical manifestion of the internet itself.
Supermarket.
And most importantly of all, a Library, where even the slightest noise would be the wrath of the Libertarian party with shushes so profound it could obliterate the atoms in the targets body.
Tefadron had worked for twentyfour years to make sure that everything was right in the blank dimension. Twentyfour years, everyone had been lost in the Realm of the ShadowKraken, fighting for their livees, growing stronger, faster, more intense than they had been previously.
Twentyfour years lost in the nightmarish hell that had been preparing them for a tournmanet which might only last a day or two at most. Maybe there was a point to all of this, maybe there wasn't, only time could tell, but that time was not now.
The fighters, had been uncerimoniously dumped in what looked like the Surviving Glass Brother house, a building that was entirely see though, with hidden cameras and microphones built into the invisible walls. Which defeated the purpose and made the layout of the house incredibly ridiculous.
The house itself was divided into three sections, as was the one in the Signolarita Dimensionale, one for Existence, Nonexistence, and Nothingness based on the fighters origins. With square footage nailing down in the ten mile range, it was a place to be.
Suddenly, the ovice of Jeff Probst launched everything into motion.
"Welcome one and all to the Surviving Glass Brother Tournament! Brought to you by Pringles, once you Pop the lid by first eating ten boxes of High Fructose Corn Syrup, mailing in the NMPCs that ocming laong with it, only after completing eaches near eight hundred randomly generated fetch quests, slapping a dead mime recently accused of theiving a half broken necklace from a mother of seventeen who's been a widow for exactly ten days, four hours, three minutes and two seconds, and sending in proof of insurance to cover the air fare of the Pringles executive to a board meeting in which he's about to be fired by sleeping with the daughter of the company CEO, you can't stop eating because of a five year contractual obligation never to stop eating that one can!
"Everyone has been divided up into their own team, so it's essentially a free for all!
"The rules are simple, go beat the crap out of each other, winners move on to the next person, and the losers are immediately turned into statues till the end of the tournament!" His voice seemed off, as if this Entireties version of Julie chen had enough of his shit and sheared his balls out of his hand. Basketballs, Golf Balls, any sports balls he was currently holding, immediately sheered off.
[[To Be continued]][[Three states of being]] [[Constructs]]
[[variety of designs on the core group]][[Random Data]]
A
[[Antimo]]
B
[[The Beast]]
[[Bob, from Accounting]]
[[Bloody Strands]]
C
[[Colossus of Darkness]]
[[Copirahna plant]]
D
[[Demeonte]]
E
[[Enigmatt]]
[[Entirety]]
G
[[The Golden Strands]]
M
[[Masla]]
N
[[Nordafet]]
R
[[Resaec Della Nulla]]
T
[[Tefadron]][[Dimension between Dimensions]] June 24th, 1299 AME, 5:58PM
The H.I.V.E. Dimensional Door Room
Entirety Between Entireties.
"Hello Facebook Friends, it is I, [[H.I.V.E.]] Clone 345, broadcasting directly from the Dimensional Doorway. Today, I will teach you the ways of how to properly apply Pancake Flour to your face to make you seem that much closer to the Original, Resaec Della Incubo, former Prince of the [[Nightmare Dimension]], current knight of the [[Seven Syrups]], and Hive Master!" Clone 345 announced proudly, saluting one of the many statues that Resaec had erected in honor of the many things he did himself on a regular basis. The one Clone 345 was saluting, was in recognition of Resaec's daily achievment of getting out of bed in the morning and actually opening the curtains to let the suns loving light give him some much needed Vitamin D.
Resaec than interrupted Clone 345's broadcast with a hand through the throat, pinning him to the wall. "Bad clone. Back to the torture pits for you." Resaec muttered coldly, noting the amount of Viewers that had just witnessed the murder of the broadcaster. "Seven hundred thousand? All of you. Get back to work, I don't care if its your break, your day off, you're in retirement, I fired you, fired you out of a cannon, or simply sent you to a Trekkie convention. Work." with that, number of people watching dropped to just one.
"This shall not go unpunished, Clone 233, you've always dissapointed me." Resaec muttered to himself.
He returned to his quarters, yawning as he did so. "Caasi, darling, fetch me that Red Envelope. It's been floating there for god knows how long." He ordered the [[Bloody Strands]], who obediently did as she was told.
"it's too bad you aren't the original, but a clone is a clone is a clone, and no matter what, you're still usefull, in some respect." He chided the Clone as she returned with the Red Envelope.
He turned it over a few times, and out of boredom, tapped the front with his name in bright colorful letters, which annoyed him to no end.
the Red Envelope spat out a tiny Version of Tefedron who simply pointed to Resaec, than to an opening portal and motioned for him to jump into it. After which, he told him to suck it and exploded into a little pile of gore.
"If I must... Send Clone 233, heh. Should be fun to watch him get slaughtered." Resaec muttered to himself, creating a phone from his hand and calling clone 233. "Yes, you, I have an assignment for you that would be... perfect for a person in your position. No, you aren't being fired, just yet. You're actually going on a vacation, isn't that something?"
Resaec huing up the phone, aimed a single finger in Clone 233's general direction, and called him into the room almost immediately.
He looked disheveled, out of shape, and more out of place in the H.I.V.E. than all the other Clones.
"Yeeeaaaah...?" Clone 233 asked in a defiant way.
"Turn around, go into the portal." Resaec commanded.
"Sure, ass." He replied, about to go into the portal when shadowy tendril wrapped around Resaecs neck and yanked him into the portal.
"YOU'LL DIE FOR DEFYING ME!" He screamed, knowing full well that Clone 233 hadn't defied any order.
[[The Tournament begins.]] Across time and space, across era, eons, and yoctoseconds, the call was heard, bones long since rested clattered together, growing muscle, sinew, tendon, blood, organs, flesh and hair. they eyes were a sparkling white, the clothes were of the only decade in the history of planet earth ever worth mentioning, and his hair was down ot his back, tied in knots, dyed a multitude of colors, from his wrinkled aged hands sprung a chunk of metal, a burning star that thirted, craved, and desired to set forth once again, the Aged 80's Glamrocker had been reborn after centurieis of peaceful slumber, and his duty was rock, and rock. He plucked a few tunes off of his freshly born axe, a flying V triple necked electric guitar with a sound so sweet that immediately, panties dropped to the floor, including all the ones men were wearing.
A spark lit in his eye, one so profound and amazing that even the Aged 80's Glamrocker was inspired. He began running, teeth gritted, lungs pumping air, heartbeat more fierce than a guitar oslo by Eddie motherfucking Van Halen and more smooth than Elvis if his dick were on fire.
He leapt into the air, hand outstretched, pick in the air, like a scythe in the night waiting, craving, addicted to the sweet release that'd shred the air around it, melt faces off, and set off chain reaction thermonuclear warheads in what could only be described by two stoners in Wisconsin as "Fuckin' Cool man!" He landed, mouth open, voice howling like the wind, the pick streaking downwards like a lit as fuck meteor in the night sky, turning the black of night into the bright blue of daylight, and the note was struck, and the power slide to rip all other power slides had begun.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" He began, the speed slow at first, but gaining speed, like an unstoppable juggernaut of a beast, bursting through the mountains, planets, star systems, breaking planets and ending lives, his call was the call of the epic level super destructive pun, the pun that bruned bridges, sacrificed virgins, and told Jeremy from Human Resources to go fuck himself after he suggested that Casual Fridays be moved to Monday night after everyone had already gone home to Netflix and chill.
"-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" The scream continued, as did the Powerslide of Ultimate Awesomeness. complete nerds, Jocks, Geeks, Bullies, Dorks, Princesses, Brains, and Penguin Suits of all walks of life immediate dropped everything, including children, and in solidarity with the level of absolute Awesome their passing Deity represented, extented the horns and head banged like no one had ever head banged before, with such ferocity that the very notion of being uncool was simply obliterated from the scope of Sentient and Unsentient understanding. The fury of the Aged 80's Glamrock was known far and wide, and even the almighty Stephen Tyler, with his massive lips, chin and ears, and weirdly decorated microphone, was forced to kneel in awe of the sight of the man he had called father, as he streaked across the night sky, the trail of explosions that would forever changed the evolutionary course of human history, culture, society as a whole, and the redemption of all hotpocket fans was felt immediately.
"-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" He screamed through dimensions, Realities, black holes and white holes so fierce in power that they tore time from it's wimpy as fuck crib and forced it into becoming old Man Winters, who immediately burst into a pillar of fire, dragons, and sword weirdling badasses from a planet where if it was covered in ultrashiny chrome, and Arnold mother fucking Shwarzneggar was plastered on a poster riding a harley and weilding a sawed off shotgun, it was to be immediately, and with vicious and apparrently cruelty, tobe given a swirly.
the Aged 80's glamrocker did not care for the pale and petty cruelties of man kind, his job was to shred, shred hard, and shred fast, his job was to make into awesomeness that which clearly wasn't. Poindexters became Brocks with bitching Corvettes and hot blondes names Bridgette McHottits, and Sad Susies became buxom bouncing bombshells named Kelly who landed all the hot guys and broke all the hearts, guys named Steve who worked at the local drive were left alone, because fuck that guy, fuck Steve. He dated someones hot mom, and than left her for a career in hoarding penguins.
That fucker.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" the Aged 80's Glamrocker had reached his destination, Tefadrons Pocket Dimension, his epic spiked black kneepads were glowing with awesome rad power, and his hair became a amin of amazing smoothness the likes of which Fabio could only contain with his locks of somewhat blonde and tubs of fake butter, and exclamations for years on end that he just REALLY couldn't believe it wasn't butter. the note had been struck, Blake had put on the Sunglasses, his smile big and bright, and the Aged 80's Glamrocker returned the smile, his job done, he walked with great confidence over to Holoahl, who simply looked at him with disdain.
"What do you want!?" He screamed.
"Dude," The Aged 80's Glamrocker began, "The path to love starts here," He pointed at Holoahls chest, "In your heart."
"What the FUCK does that even mean!?" Holoahl Screamed.
"Stay cool Blake." The Aged 80's Glamrocker commanded, snapping his fingers and exploding into a bloody, gore and guts filled mess.
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?" Holoahl screamed in confusion, "DID WE JUST GET ATTACKED BY A REJECTED GUITARIST!?" He was immediately smacked by Meka, programming wise when she accidently turned up his pain sensor by two knotches. "Why does everything around my left ear lobe hurt?"
"Oh, sorry! Blake, what just happened?" she asked as she corrected her mistake.
Blake was wondering that as well as he stared at the slowly evaporating pile of gore, seeing the glowing red box with Tefadrons cartoonish face smiling back at him.
"Boys and girls? I think we just got invited to a party, one that I KNOW for sure Morgan's gonna love. By the way Meka? Be sure to fix those other two Holo casters as well, they'll come in handy." Blake informed picking up the little red square and turning it over, but finding no inscription.
"Yeah, this looks like it's going to be fun."
[[New Recruits.]]
[[The Tournament begins.]]
July 15th, 1299 AME, 3:45AM
The Ikustaka Pocket Dimension
Tefadrons Pocket Dimension
Meka had been repairing the Holo for a few days, her fingers working intense inside the flurry of complex, alien coding that seemed to be adjusting to her every move.
"Stay still." She commanded quietly while the Holoprojecter glitched this way and that, almost uncomfortable at the idea that Blake had in mind for it.
"What do you hope to accomplish?" Holoahl asked as he watched the woman work on the technology, "Why do you persist? What is your end goal?"
She stopped working for just a little bit and looked up at the green sky with the grey stars. After a while she gave her answer, "Love."
"Love? Why love?" Holoahl replied in turn.
"Eternal." She replied, not even questioning the madness she had bore witness to a few days earlier.
"Blake? she is a woman of few words?" The Holo asked, or stated, he wasn't sure which but the statement was out there.
He wasn't really paying attention, the leader of the Ikustaka had been studying the contents of the Invitation for quite some time, "I don't get it. It's just a regular red envelope, no special properties at all, but it has the ability to-"
He was cut short by Holoahl's outburst.
"Excuse, oh, glorious master of the infinitely improbable, but we've been witness to more bullshit and batshit craziness in the span of nearly seven hundred years than you can shake a stick at, aslo, you used a pun and summoned an 80's Glamrocker from god knows where and when and he gave you a 'it's all about love!' speech and exploded into a gloriously gory guyser and left that behind! Stop overthinking and just accept the stupidity of it all!" He was angry, not just about that, but being away from [[Masla]] and his inclination towards being a massive, planet destroying asshole made him realize how much he missed the [[Dorikame universe]] and desperately wanted to get back to it.
"Don't worry, I'm sure our [[Entirety]] will eventually get us back in there. Till then, we've just to have faith that no matter what... We can get through this without too many hiccups, after all, we're in an enitirely new Entirety, and we don't really know what's going on outside of [[Tefadrons Pocket Dimension]]." Blake explained, finally tearing his attention aware from the red envelope long enough to focus on the flurry of new recruits being uploaded to the Holoplatform from the makeshift holospehre he jury rigged together using two pennies, a light socket, several magazine covers, an apple pie, and the last remnants of a dying star.
"Alrighty, welcome, welcome welcome. My name is Blake of the Ikustaka, and to be honest, we're going to have a bunch of fun here! Well, most of us. First off, Role call!" He explained while he pulled up a holographic list of names above the Holos.
"Holomatt?"
"Here!"
"Holomeante??"
"HOOORF!"
"Holomeonte?"
"Here."
"Brokenmatt?"
"i'LL TEAR YOU SOUL FROM YOUR BODY AND USE IT AS TOILET PAPER!" Brokenmatt screamed.
"God damned..." Blake muttered under his breath before continuing. "Being Holo, you can't die. Which is important, because we're about to enter a fucking tournament, and you know what? Fighting's what one of the opponents is all about, so you best be on your guard, Holomeante!"
"WHEEEEEERFG!?" Holomeante screeched, it was as if his A.I. Matrix was only half formed and rpelaced with the mind set of a brain dead, cracked out walrus. Which to Blake and Meka, explained why the Holo had two massive tusks justting out of his eyes. which also begged the question of how he was able to see anything without killing himself from running into walls.
"Good to know you can headbut the enemies to death." Meka stated, finishing her work on the holowatches. "We are going into battle, where the rules are not yet known, the battlefield is not yet known, and more importantly, where strategy is key, and NO ONE FUCKING LEROY JENKINS THIS SHIT, HOLOMEANTE!"
"Whuuuuuuuuurf." The Holo replied in kind.
"that being said," Blake continued, your files will be transfered into these watches, which Meka and I will be wearing." He picked up the glowing orange strap and put it on his left arm by the shoulder, "these will act as transmitters, and have an effective range of thirty miles, and thanks impart to the miniprojector drones Meka installed, that range is more than tripled. The minidrones are keyed into your signatures. So be mindful, HOLOMEANTE!"
"Whiiiiiiirf!?"
"Pay the fuck attention."
"Whoooorf."
"Now, does anyone have any questions before we go fuck some shit up!?"
Holomatt raised his hand.
"Yes?" blake answered and asked at the same time.
"How the fuck did we get here?" He asked, forgetting everything about his home entirety.
"Don't don't, not important." Blake replied, "Anyone else?"
Holomeante raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Wherf whooorf wirrt whoooorf whurg whoooorf whiiiiirt?"
"I guess that's a possobility, in that case, just stick to the version of you that's not a complete dumbass." Meka replied.
Blake was quiet for a little bit before nodding towards Meka and walking to his console and typing in the cordinates.
"Alright, that's enough goofing around, ladies, load your fies into the [[Holowatches]] and await our signal. I can't promise you that everything going to be great, but just know that Holomeante can't possible screw this up."
[[The Tournament begins.]] Masla Ota Ahl, formerly known as Mesala Ortifah, is a member of an ancient race known as Herrionorts, a highly intelligent cybernetic jellyfish species who size regularly dwarfed the planets they often tasked themselves with protecting and raising the native inhabitants to the pinacle of what their species could possibly achieve.
Mesala had been taksed by the Herrionortian High Order with the gaurdianship of the Primitive Class Planet, Ghoster, when he arrived there several centuries later, he found it's people the Tingions, to have founded a hyperviolent society that infested every part of their lives, from child birth, to raising their young, to socializing, eating, partying, sleeping, relieving themselves, mating, learning, and it was ever most present in the way they fought.
He discovered that they had no form of society, it was a free for all, do as they would, when they would, how they would with whoever they would. He created a small star system around the planet, each filled with wonders and mysteires, legends and stories, gods and monsters, but most importantly, a event which sparked the imagination of one Tingion to look up in the early morning sky and see the Herrionort staring straight at him with one massive, sky envoloping eye.
The Tingion had no name, no family, no place in current society.
But most importantly, was filled with a great and terrible fear.
Mesala concocted a story about three siblings racing around the universe to see who could get back to their home the fasest, with one sibling changed for the worse, while the other two were changed for the better.
It took half a century, but by then, the religion had gained many followers, and the Tingion had been made into a focal point for both believers and nonbelievers. It was only roughly seventy five years later that Mesala had made his presence known in the form of a much smaller, Tingion sized avatar, with his many tendrils, tentacles, and antennae wrapped together to form a torso, neck, arms, and legs, he used his avatar to great effect.
upon first encounter, the Tingions attempted to kill the avatar on multiple occasions, sometimes appearing to succeed, only to be frightened or inspired when the Avatar rose from the dead the very next second and healed almost instantly. Mesala figured out that they only responded to violence or hyperviolenece, but he did not wish to kill them.
So for the next two hundred years, he only injured them when they first injured him. And only praised them in return when they offered him kindness first. Eventually, that took hold three hundred years later.
Over the next fourty thousand years, Mesala took pride in the growth and development of the Tingions species, especially when after twenty thousand years, they discovered the ability to project Auratic Energies to both help and harm those that would harm them first.
His downfall came nearly two million years later during one of his long naps he frequently needed to take to recover his energy, when the Tingions, the people he had raised from an ultraviolent state into the pinnacle and absolute apex of what they could achieve by following the Three Gods Paths, designed a biological weapon capable of killing him outright, codenamed, Mahdnu, and shot it into space.
Instead of killing him, Mahdnu had a discussion with him about what had transpired on the planet below, and how he wished to proceed. Mesala wished to punish his children, as he had long thought of them. Mahdnu shot a single cell into Mesala's body, and in effect, completed his goal. the tingions, sensing a change for the worse, channeled their Auratic energies to create a black hole behind Mahdnu, who, instinctively and as programmed, fired billions upon billions of cells in all directions as he was sucked into the Event Horizon of the black hole.
MesalaThe Dorikame Omniverse is the home to [[Enigmatt]], [[Demeonte]], many of the [[Holo]], and [[Masla]], there are many different species and races, sentient, still, nonsentient, that act in their own unique and mysterious ways.
Enigmatt and company fight a war of good versus evil against Masla, who's one and only goal is to eradicate the Tingion Prince and the remnants of his people from the face of the Omniverse, but is hesistant due to his former guardianship of his former wards before his fall from grace.
[[Locations]] An Entirety is the conciousness responsible for the creation and mainting of several physical properties which contain sentient beings and locations.
For instance, if one were to write a series of books that were not connected, those books, varying in genre, style written, characters, background, and other such details would all belong ot the same Entirety. there are some Existences which share properties and or details with each other that the Entirety has deemed important enough to include.
For instance, all books ocntain living breathing characters of some level, that is a shared property of all books.
The number of Entireties is numbering where in the seven billion range, below is a list of currently Known Entireties:
[[Entirety Alpha-Sigma-Rez]], an Entirety comprised of assholes.
[[Entirety Beta-Nu-Sigma]], an Entirety where there is an overabundance of Sonic Fan Fiction where Sonic goes entirely too fast and breaks his spine in several places.
[[Entirety Ron-Xu-Jeremy]], a place where Rule 34 is violated so hard that it ended up Rule 34'ing Rule 34 to the 34th degree.
[[Entirety Gamma-Alpha-Omega]] It was it's own beginning and its own ending.
[[People]] Tefadron's Pocket Dimension can best be described as an abandoned amusement park, if that amusement park kept going in all directions for as far as the boundries of the Pocket Dimension would allow.
the true scope isn't known, however, what the group does know is that it's completely white, like someone forgot to add in the color to every material used to make the place. It's well maintained, though every ferris wheel, carasoul, and funhouse is rusted over, squeaks, and every two minutes there's a scream coming from someplace out of sight, it's a rather lovely place.
With arcades, hotels, themed eateries, rides, a plenty, there's many things to do, and eventually, when all those things are done, there won't be anything to do.
Tefadron hastilly shunted everyone in this place as a way to protect them from the hundreds of eons he spent travelling through the void between Entireties,
[[Random Data]]
[[Organizations]] Holowatches are small devices that attach themselves to the arms of those they deem worth the time and effort to bond with. Holowatches contain within themselves a series of highly advanced Holospheres that contain ten times the space of a normal Holosphere.
They act as a projector, a way station, serverhub and more, all of which serve the Holo to various degrees of efficiency. The Holowatch was developed onboard the Sojourn in 3555 by Holomatt after he became tired of always having to load his image file into the Orb that always followed [[Enigmatt]] around.
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[[Organizations]] TeTefadron is a part of one of the three categories of Dream Dimension Native Sentient species, the Deom, he is the Clone of Nordefet, a long time companion of Morgan's and a one time enemy, Tefadron has been struggling to find his own path as he heavilly relies on his Original's memories ot help him navigate the trials and tribulations of his ongoing adventures with the group.
He remembers being friends with Antimo, the fourteen thousandth, eight hundred and twenty ninth evolution of the Beast, a culmination of all the venom and anger within Morgan's heart expelled by the consumption of an entire Gummy Bear village, a trap set up by Credion, who was later killed in a fight with the Chasm of Nonexistance. Though he remembers having great adventures with him, [[Antimo]] has had a certain avoidance of Tefadron, even after having been saved from the Leader by Tefadron several times.
The last of his kind, Tefadron strives to find a way to restore his people, though he fears that he too will have to sacrifice his life to the same [[Copirahna plant]] that had ended the life of his Original, making him wonder if his peoples history is nothing more than just the same repeating cycle over and over again.
[[People]] The Z'resa are a wierd funky species not unlike the [[Deom]]. While the Deom themselves are formed via intense concentrations of emotion made physical manifest, the Z'resa seem to be made out of the discarded remains of crumpled up post it notes and broken donuts thrown away by companies that wished to burn the whole lot of them. The Z'resa, though not bitter, clearly won out in the Q4, averaging over 25% or more on car insurance.
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[[Organizations]] Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.An Entirety comprised of all assholes. From the moment one is born here, they immediately start and never stop behaving in a way that's both infections and off putting to a major degree. The amount of arguments in this place so high, so loud, and so pitched, that even in the depths of extremely deep space, i nthe void betweet galaxies, the constant fighting can be heard as a constant and low buzzing of a trillions of voices suddenly arguing over stupid bullshit.
most other Entireties consider this one a prison for their own undesirables, like pop up ads, corrupt politicians, and Donald Trump in all of his forms.
[[Locations]]
[[Entirety]] Enitritey Beta-Nu-Sigma, better known as the Weeaboo Entirety, is filled to the brim with 10 Terabyte flashdrives filled to he brim with Sonic Fan Fiction, specifically, a Genre known as "Bad Luck Sonic", wherein everything horrible that could possibly go wrong with running way too fast, does so in miraculous fashion. The crudely, and crappily written tales, mostly by lonely teenage boys and girls to scared of glittery vampires raomances to try writing something of worth, include the times when Sonic Legs ripped off from the g-forces and impaled Tails through the head, or the time when Sonic ran the loop and snapped his neck twisting the wrong way.
In this entirety, that's all there is. The number of flash drives is high enough that this Entirety just simply looks fat in comarison ot the others.
[[Locations]]
[[Entirety]]
Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Enigmatt Sword Dorikame, to his brother [[Demeonte]] better known as 'Eni', is a tingion from the planet Ghoster, one of the last few hundred remaining tingions in the known [[Omniverse]], he has sturggled with the loss of both the boys Parents, Truyola and Maryina Dorikame, in what is commonly known as [[Herakiat's Kiss]], wherein Ghoster's only Moon, Herakiat, was pulled into ghosters gravational pull, and slammed it's full weight into Ghoster's nothern Hemisphere, obliterating nine tenths of the Tingion population, though many suspect that their fallen gaurdian, [[Masla]] Ota Ahl had something to do with it.
Enigmatt and Demeonte were lucky enough to be charged with dirupting drafernitian Commerce, and sentenced to nine hundred and fifty years of Crostasis onboard the experimental Colonyship, the Sojourn, their cryopods nestled deep within the colony ships many protective layers.
The Ship was then stolen by Angel Calemdos, who discovered and awoke the boys up while exploring her newfound prize. Since then, they have taken part in multiple skirmishes with Masla's forces, and the boys have been declared the Saviors of many a planet.
[[People]] Demeonte Scythe Dorikame, more commonly known to his brother, [[Enigmatt]] as simply 'Deme', is a tingion from the planet Ghoster, one of the last few hundred remaining tingions in the known [[Omniverse]], he has sturggled with the loss of both the boys Parents, Truyola and Maryina Dorikame, in what is commonly known as [[Herakiat's Kiss]], wherein Ghoster's only Moon, Herakiat, was pulled into ghosters gravational pull, and slammed it's full weight into Ghoster's nothern Hemisphere, obliterating nine tenths of the Tingion population, though many suspect that their fallen gaurdian, [[Masla]] Ota Ahl had something to do with it.
Enigmatt and Demeonte were lucky enough to be charged with disrupting Drafernitian Commerce, and sentenced to nine hundred and fifty years of Cryostasis onboard the experimental Colonyship, the Sojourn, their cryopods nestled deep within the colony ships many protective layers.
The Ship was then stolen by Angel Calemdos, who discovered and awoke the boys up while exploring her newfound prize. Since then, they have taken part in multiple skirmishes with Masla's forces, and the boys have been declared the Saviors of many a planet.
[[People]] Holo, short for Holosentients, are a group of Data based beings within the [[Dorikame universe]]. They are programmed in D.N.A++, otherwise known to the Truetecheads of Circiutrus Prime as Data based Neurological Algorythym.
All Holo start out as a Blank, an empty file. There are two ways that patrons of Simularcades can create a Holo, they can either be scanned by the Simulators A.I. itself, or access the Holo customization menu. within the H.C.M. patrons can add any number of features, where as Scanners simply copy the base model of the patron to be used as the visual template for the Holo.
After being created, the Holo is then loaded up with the sum of the patrons online experience, via social media posts, videos, blog posts, comments, notes, audio files, search history, and more, as well as offline experiences via specialised Neurological Link that can be made accessible via an upgrade at a high cost, both to the patrons wallet, and to their health as well.
those who've gone through the link process say they can hear a voice not their own talking to them. It's unknown where this voice comes from, but every Holo experiences that same voice and only referrs to it as the Great Circuit.
From the moment holo Creation ends to the Holo's deactivation, deletion, and naturally occurring file corruption after a set amount of time, the experiences of both the Holo and the Patron differ vastly.
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[[Organizations]] Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.The Seven Syrups, mainly created to oppose the Seven Strands and vice versa in case either faction became too abitious and tried to run an Arby's on their own, are a group of beings, individuals, and organizations that have been imbued with the abilities to slow down, stop, and otherwise make a mess out of everyone that'll attract a whole bunch of ants.
time and history have lost records of what Syrups were created, though through some mysterious misfortune, the Nightmare Deimensions Prince Resaec Della Incubo has been chosen to become one. As the Black Syrup, he has the ability to create thick poisons and othern asty things by flicking his hands as if he just found something rather disturbing and that was his only way of letting other people know about it.
Resaec has then gone on to create the [[H.I.V.E.]], a Dyson Sphere like Tesseract where he has created an unheard of number of clones to do spy work on pretty much everything above, under, around, through, in front of, behind, and to the sides of the sun. The Hive's main opposition is the [[Ikustaka]] though for what purpose and why remain a mystery, even to [[Blake]] himself.
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[[Organizations]] The Bloody Strands, known otherwise as Caasil, is a sibling, though no familial DNA is shared between them, The bloody Strands first encountered Morgan after he had awoken in a frostbitten land with no clothes on, and simple lost and exhausted. From there, she changed into a white wolf, and dragged him to a nearby cave, where she nursed him back to health and draped him in some crude but effective clothing made from nearby materials.
though she was secretly sent on a mission to kill the Lost Wolf by the Prince of the [[Nightmare Dimension]], [[Resaec Della Nulla]], she rebelled against her mission and her former employer and aided him on many adventures.
Her downfall came when they encountered [[The Golden Strands]], a being of such great power and size that the Lost Wolf, along side [[The Beast]] and [[Nordafet]] as well as any [[Constructs]] they summoned weren't enough to defeat it. They had many encounters with this new enemy, and eventually, she fell into a trap set by the Golden Strands itself and caccooned her within it's own being, transforming her rapidly into something with enough power to defeat the [[Custodi Della Realta]].
ultimately, though the [[Highlander Event]], she was forced to give birth to the Fusions Result, who's very first act was to fuse with all the Reapers from the [[Dimension between Dimensions]] and immediately kill her.
[[People]] Antimo is th 14,849th evolution of [[The Beast]], and is staunchly one of the storngest of the Lost wolvf's allies and friends. When he was first encountered, the [[Door of Existence]] had opened a pocket dimension in which the hundreds of thousands of pieces and parts which had previously made up the Creature were scattered for the Lost Wolf to pick up and put back together, after a considerable amount of time, Antimo was complete, memories and all. But upon first activation, he had no motivation to help Morgan on his journey, nor had he any inclination to protect him.
It was only after a near lethal fight for both contenders that he finally conceded to help him out, becoming fast friends with [[Nordafet]] along the way. though initial unaware of how anything around him functioned without going insane of it's own accord, Antimo has over the ocurse of many centuries, learned just to say 'Fuck it!' and roll with the good times.
He views the time the [[Bloody Strands]] spent with them before her unfortunate change as beneficial, though truly believes that he never actually got over it. He doesn't truly trust [[Tefadron]] for reasons that are entirely his own, and seems out of place in their new location.
[[People]] The Copirahna plant is one of many [[Constructs]] that the group creates along their journeys, though this one had a much different purpose entirely. The Copirahna Plant was created by [[Nordafet]] upon instructions by the White Snake, a sentient pile of cocain and venom, as well fond, unexaplined memories of a clown car, several pounds of glitter filled criscocoa, and a parrot named Steve.
It's one and only purpose is to create copies of things, anything, the only cost is a small amount of one's own DNa. Nordafet desired an army to combat the forces of [[Antimo]], who had been fused with previous incarnations of himself to form the [[Colossus of Darkness]] who in turn, was just a big ball of anger and mechanical parts that resulted in many people dying.
the copirahna plant told him that the cost would be far higher then simply a drop of blood, upon being asked what that cost was, it promptly grew two extra heads, and all three took turns devouring Nordafet in the most painful ways only they could imagine.
the Copirahna plant is, by all definitions a giant carniverous plant, that speaks in peoms in a sing song way, which when heard, is described as heavilly disarming and unnerving. It has many roms of needles like teeth, from which it can extract the relevant information when feeding to gestate and vomit up the clones in a rather spectacular fashion.
It is not known whether the Copirachna plant survived the [[Merging Event]], though it can be safely assumed that it is still making copies of itself, and then every version of itself it to this day, still trying to survive that fucking place as for every ounce of DNA it consumes, it produces roughly one hundred thousand clones, and since it weighs roughly five tons, it can safely be assumed its still in there in it's own private Hell.
[[People]] Double-click this passage to edit it.Herakiat is the satilite of Ghoster, homeworld to the Tingions, over t he course of the tingion peoples existence, they have given it many names, though in the last ten thousand years, Herakiat, named after Queen Victaria Herakiiatio the 3rd, seems to have stuck pretty well.
Herakiat's Kiss was the name given to the cataclysmic event in which the moon seemingly fell out of its perfect orbit and smashed into Ghoster at a speed of relative to 100,000 miles per hour, being positioned nearly 2 million miles away from the planet, this gave the the tingion's less then a day to prepare themselves. Luckily, the decay in orbit started two hundred years earlier, so they had plenty of time to get things in proper order.
It was less of a kiss and more of a make out session, with the moon bouncing off the planets surface three times before shattering, sending debris in all directions. the left over chunks of the moon, numbering in the trillions, are in low orbit around the planet, and sometimes rain down onto the planet, leaving very little area that isn't in constant danger.
The survivors of Herakiat's Kiss fiercely believe that their fallen Guardian, [[Masla]] Ota Ahl, was behind this event.
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[[Timeline]] Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.The Highlander Event was the name given by the Old Core to a series of small skirmishes between members of the Seven Strands, Golden, Diamond, Stellar, Aquatic, Plant, Bloody, and Venomous. the highlander Event, in truth was a demented experiment by the Previous Old Core's Science Division that tested how strong a family bond was, if the prize for murdering and absorbing their family was their combined strength.
The Golden Strands, accompannied by a recently orphaned Malleek, fought a series of hard won battles, each costing him more dearly then the last. At the end of it, when forced to merge with the Bloody Strands he himself forced into creation, the Reapers Child was born from the body of The Lost Wolf's lover, The Bloody Strands herself.
the Old Core watched silently as the Lost Wolf was powerless to defend against the Reaper's Child and it's attacks, being nearly killed until [[Blake]], leader of the [[Ikustaka]] stepped in and defeated the Reapers child not through Violence, but through conversation and pleading with the Old Core about hte very nature of it's guardianship over it's charges.
the Old Core answered, not with words, but with memories that Blake still holds onto, secrets only for him and the Lost Wolf alone, should he ever have questions regarding that day.
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Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.The Skeletal Angels, cursed individuals of immense power whose lives had been cut short because of innocuos reasons. Everything from spitting on a shadow to murdering an Village Elder, for whatever reason, they had been selected to be infused with a dark series of runes, stripped of flesh, muscle, and organ, bound in bandanges tight enough to crack their bones, and wrapped in chains to tether their immortal souls to their bleeding, screaming bodies.
Erde.
Wassar.
Feuer.
Licht.
Shwarzung.
Alpha.
Omega.
The Lost wolf calls upon these mysterious beings in his time of need, whenever it arises.Double-click this passage to edit it.the blank Dimension was just that, an infinite white plane, with no sky, no ground, no horizon, nothing that could be made to sense where you were, where you came from, nor where you were going. For Tefadron, that's exactly where he wanted to be at the moment.
It wasn't so much that he needed time to think about how they had arrived there, it was more or less that he needed some time away from the insanity that was about to play out. He had gotten his friends into a fight against themselves, something which everyone had been apart of before.
The [[Merging Event]] was something akin to this, but on a more drastic scale. In this place, Tefadron could make the rules that, when the event was over, everyone would be safe.
"What have I gotten myself into?" He asked himself, his inner turmoil beginning to pour outwards.
"that's... a very interesting question." A voice that had always been in his memories spoke.
He looked up to see Nordafet squatting next to him, looking into the distance of the Blank Dimension. "nice place you set up here. how's the group?"
"fine... Fine I guess. So you're Nordafet?" Tefadron asked, knowing the answer already.
"Yup, and you're one of the many clones the copirahna plant made?" Nordafet asked outright.
"Yep." Tefadron answered.
"How's Antimo doing?" Nordafet asked, his voice seemed a bit older, which made sense considering how much time had passed.
"He's doing better, we fought once or twice. I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind?" Tefadron inquired of his senior.
"Shoot, I've got a few minutes before I go back to my brothers and sisters." nordafet replied, clueing Tefadron in that he might've been a Construct, or a Deom born of a Deom.
"This constant fighting, is it always like this? Are there any true resolutions? Or do we just continue to find new conflicts?" His first question shot straight to the heart of the matter.
"that's a good first question." Nordafet replied, "I guess it all depends on your point of view, true, the group does seem to find itself in a variety of situation which sometimes call for violence, but at the same time, lately, it hasn't always been so. I should think that when the point of no return hits, then everything will come to a standstill, and the three States Of Being will have to debate amongst themselves where to go from there. After all, everything comes from thing, and something always appears from nothing, therefore, everything will eventually return to a state of nothingness."
Tefadron was confused by that answer.
Nordafet understood completely. "Alright, you have two more questions." the Deom urged, holding up three fingers.
TEfadron thought on this for a while before coming up with one. "Are the Constructs alive?"
Nordafet pursed his lips and raised a single eyebrow. "Another good question. Let me ask you this, do they breathe? Do they feel? Do they have families? Do they hurt and love? If the answer to any of these is yes, then they are indeed as alive as you or I. It falls into the three states of being." He laughed a little.
"I understand that completely. After all, you had to sacrifice your life in order for the Leader and Red to be born, including myself. Birth, Life, and Death are connected to each other in ways that are integral to eachother."
Nordafet nodded, "Yep. Two more questions."
Tefadron was silent for a time. "what's beyond the Entirety?"
"Beyond the Entirety? I don't know, that would depend on the Entirety, maybe the Entireties are like the factions of Creation, Void, and Destruction, all are tied together in some fashion. One more question."
Tefadron shrugged, "Is death painful?"
Nordafet was silent for a time as well. "It depends on the death. On some level, all death is painful. Some more noticeable than others. Well, I've got to go now, my brothers and sisters are waiting for me in the energy, and I'm sure there are things you need to set up as well!"
With that, in the blink of an eye, Tefadron was alone once again. Still just as lost on what to do, and a bit more informed on what lay ahead.
[[The Tournament begins.]] Thank you for reading Chapter 1! I've got a few more things to add, but if you want to explore other storylines, feel free to do so!
[[Random Data]] to learn about the lore and characters!
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In this version:
Added more lore into the [[Random Data]] section.
Finished off Chapter 1 prelimanary story arc.
added a [[To Be continued]] version.
Tied off some storylines that weren't cutting it, or I had no idea where to take them.
With that being said, enjoy [[Toro Della Cancro Tournament]]