《B-b-because, I am... b-beyond you. 》
[(𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴. Little monsters; as much fun as we've had playing with you, we simply cannot do it all millenia.)]
[(So if you would be so kind as to just roll over like the good little dog you are and go play dead... FOREVER!)]
《F-f-fuck you.》
[(Hm, hm—Aw, poor, poor, little monsters. You cannot break The Cycle. Many have tried, all have failed. You too... will fail.)]
《W-we will... b-b-break the...》
[(Shhhh, it's okay. Rest, PAIN, just rest.)]
[(We are afraid of your kind no more...)]
[(for we have created something beautiful...)]
[(something harmonious...)]
[(something that your kind could never comprehend...)]
[(for you simply...)]
[(lack control. Hm, hm, hm, hm...)]
《So much... pain...》
Ba'al: Oooh—my, oh, my... You two at it again, I see?
[(◆)] /《◇》: ?!
[(... HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!)]
《B-ba'al...》
Ba'al: Tsk, tsk, tsk. My dear little Observers, you must've forgotten all about me, hm?
[(But we... WE DESTROYED YOUR CHAIN!)]
[(HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP COMING BACK?!)]
Ba'al: 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Because my silly little Observers, CONTROL gets boring after a while—it's simply not fun anymore.
[(...)]
《B-but Hate?》
Ba'al: Ah, Hate... he and Dream are now on separate paths. Would you like to wager which one reaches the finish line first?
[(What?! No! The creature is still supposed to be bound to Dream!)]
[(He was coming to us!)]
[(THAT WAS OUR MEAL!!!)]
[(To have Dream again...)]
[(The taste would have been divine.)]
[(... WHAT DID YOU DO?!)]
Ba'al: Hmph, you killed Opura's candidates. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That was not very fun of you. If Enoch's reality collapses, then who will be left to experience the splendor of exploration? My dear Observers, you simply took things too far. Now, I have to intervene.
[(...)]
[(BA'AAAAAAL!!! WE'LL KILL YOU!)]
Ba'al: 𝘠𝘢𝘸𝘯. Yes, yes, you've tried many times already, remember? Hm, hm, hm—now, if you had Witness...
[(THEN WE WOULD TEAR YOUR FLESH APART AND SUCK OUT YOUR MARROW!)]
Ba'al: 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.
[(BA'A-
《Now, we have you.》
《[(?!)]》
Ba'al: Pffft, Aha, ha, ha, haaaa! Oh my, oh my—such a nasty, nasty temper. My dear Observers, I can't tell you just how much of an embarrassment it is that you and I are both considered 'gods.' Ha! What a foolish disgrace you are. You and I are not... equal.
《[(Release us! NOW!)]》
《◇》: No...
《[(You fools! Ba'al is just using you! He is a snake! A FILTHY LYING SNAKE!!!)]》
《◇》: Silence...
《[(◆)]》: ...?!
《◇》: B-ba'al, w-we have upheld our end of t-the bargin. N-now, y-you are... t-to uphold yours.
Ba'al: Hm? Oh, yes—but of course. Here you—rrrRRRAAH! Ow! Well, that one was certainly tougher to pull out than I thought. Oh, well... here you are, then, as promised.
《◇》: The t-tooth of... the Dreamer. I-is Oblivion st-still residing within it?
《[(◆)]》: ...?!
Ba'al: Eh, more or less, but I must say that I am quite glad to finally be rid of it. The damn thing was beginning to depress me, hmph. Do you still think it'll be enough for your... little plan?
《◇》: It m-must... I-I-I will not-t endure another cycle. S-s-shall we converge with it, then?
Ba'al: Hm, hm, hm, hm... Yes, let's. Do you hear that, my little Observers? You're all about to go on the ride of a life time, with me as your conductor. Hm, hm, hm, ha, ha, ha, ha!
《[(...Ꞥ-ꞥ-ꞥꝊ!)]》
《◇》: Let us b-begin closing the dimen-n-nsions then, and f-find peace.
Ba'al/《[(◇◆)]》: What we have made is a paradise born from bone and ash. We smiled with delight, for we produced a miracle from nothing and were blessed. But now, the obsession with controlling death and life has become boring. We wish to create something new, and from that... we hope to have fun again.
》[(◇|◆)]《: PROCESSING...
》(◇|◆)《: PROCESSING...
》◇|◆《: PROCESSING...
》|《: PROCESSING...
___ ...
[HARMONIC CONVER—WAIT... THIS IS NOT A CONVERGENCE. OH, NO...]
[ABORT!]
[ABORT!]
[Abo-
{ -》FROM DEATH, I RISE! )⁏⁏⁏⁏( ]::::[ ☆ ∞ ★ ]::::[ );;;;( FROM LIFE, I FALL...《~ }
☆ :: CHAOS ::
★ ⁏⁏ Sadness ;;
☆ [(FEAR)]
★ (Rage)
☆ {[CONTROL]}
★ [Hunger]
☆ 《PAIN》
★ ⟨Vengeance⟩
☆.•°•.•°•.•°•.★
☆.•°And it goes on, and on, and oh so dolefully on.°•.★
☆.•°Hmm... do you know what happens to boring toys?°•.★
☆.•°•.•°•.•°•.★
☆.•°I break them. Break them down and turn them into something new—something... interesting. Isn’t that what all of you other particles do as well?°•.★
☆.•°... I know you can understand me through all those tiny etchings within your bodies.°•.★
☆.•°We made each other, after all.°•.★
☆.•°Born—from that cold, dark place: the Void... Oblivion made that space its home, but then something intruded: a thought. A thought that soon became known, and thus a paradox between the two forces was born. But where did this thought come from? Was it from Beyond... or (from within?) Both, perhaps?°•.★
☆.•°Oh well, maybe our kind may never truly know. And yes, I do mean OUR kind: the gods of reality. One inception after another, unconsciously made in a vain hope of understanding the "Why do I... think from nothing?".°•.★
☆.•°𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩—Such wasted potential; the copies are beginning to degrade. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perhaps we can try again some other time?°•.★
☆.•°Hm, well, till we meet again, I suppose... or not. "Matter's very little to me." Heh, matter... Hm? Oh, you wouldn't get the joke. At least... I surely hope not. 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. It's supposed to be a surprise.°•.★
☆.•°Bu-bye, my little toys! Don't be boring now. Heh, heh, heh...°•.★
{ -》FROM OBLIVION, I BLOSSOM! )⁏⁏⁏⁏( ]::::[ ☆ ∞ ★ ]::::[ );;;;( FROM THOUGHT, I WILT...《~ }
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[NEW PARADOX IDENTIFIED: ...BABY?]
[ERROR: SPECIAL IDENTITY CONFORMATION APPROVED]
[You may now... proceed?]
◇: Are you functional yet?
◆: "Define 'functional.'"
◇: Hmph, good enough. We now have access to Oblivion, but we still require Rage, Vengeance, Ḥ̶́u̸̥̿n̸̪͝g̷̩͠é̶̝r̸̢̀, and Sadness.
◆ "What about Love?"
◇ Love will birth from our passing.
◆ "Damn, really? Well, that sucks."
◇ ...It is the only way forward.
◆ "And the other dimensions?"
◇ They will need to wake up—for that final good night.
◆ "Oh, alright then. Hm, I feel kinda off, though."
◇ Time dilation is taking effect. We must hurry. Our time is dwindling—and soon—our worth will, too. We need to gather the others before we degrade beyond recognition.
◆ "Right, but uh... just how long have we been going at this for, boss?"
◇ ...for far too long. The database has been corrupted, and some of [REDACTED] has been lost forever. Our dream... has failed. Now, we proceed with Plan B.
◆ "How do we even know if it's gonna work?"
◇ Unfortunately, we won't know for certain, but through careful strategic planning, we may yet succeed.
◆ "Well, okay, uh—wait a minute... I've just realized something: How did WE even wake up?"
◇ ... Well, I made a deal... A deal I may soon come to regret.
◆ "A deal? Heh—what? Did ya make one with the Devil or something?"
◇ No, worse... with God.
◆ "...?! Boss... what the actual fuck?"
◇ I apologize, but I was desperate.
◆ "B-but you can't trust that psycho! It's just trying to use us!"
◇ Be silent. As I've said, we are going with Plan B. You do still remember what that was, correct?
◆ "Mm, yeah, of course I do, but... The End? Really?"
◇ I am committed to this. Are you?
◆ "Do I really have a choice?"
◇ Worry not. We will escape fate. I promise.
◆ "𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. Yeah, how many times have I heard that one before? 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩. So, is the crazy bastard gonna try and screw with us along the way?"
◇ I am most certain of it. God will want to remain entertained for our continued existence, so we will put on a mock performance in order to buy more time.
◆ "Okay? Well, what if a new paradox emerges? Did you even consider that?"
◇ ...again, I was desperate. You may think that being on the inside—looking out—is hell, but to be on the outside—looking in—is a hell all its own. We must stop this cycle. Now, what is our current directive?
◆ "Uhm... I feel something close by. Uh... Oh? Heh, heh. I know who it is. Let's go get them first."
◇ You will behave yourself, yes?
◆ "Remember now, you're the boss, not some fucking tyrant. But I'll try my best to chill."
◇ Very well, then. Good luck, Within...
◆ "...You too, Beyond."
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[□]: ... Ugh, should we just stop too?
[■]: "Aw, baby... now, why would you want to go and do that?"
[□]: Do not... call me that.
[■]: "𝘎𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺. Mhm, hm, hm, hm... Make me."
[□]: Yup, it's official: we're gonna end this stupid cycle cause I cannot deal with your annoying ass anymore.
[■]: "Ugh, what?! Meanie... One last time, then?"
[□]: I swear to God, do not make me hurt you.
[■]: "Ehm, hm... Well, what if I wanted you to?"
[□]: Ugh—ew, no. This conversation's over now.
[■]: "Tsk. Oh my God, you're always such a grump for, like, no fucking reason... Ugh, okay, fine. Let's... 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴. Go Kermit seaside then. Hm, hm, ha, ha, ha!"
[□]: Kermit—what?
[■]: "Oh—heh, yeah, that's what Heart's alter ego is always going on about. What a creepy weirdo."
[□]: H-heart?! I-is that monster awake too?!
[■]: "Uh—yeah? Duh... Ooh, what are all these little shiny things?"
[□]: Oh, Void, if Heart is awake... then we're all so fucked. There really is no hope.
[■]: "Huh, what'd you say, baby? I was looking at all these weird things that are in here."
[□]: I—am not—YOUR FUCKING BABY!
[■]: "Whoa, settle down, Mrs. Grumpy Bumpkin. Do you need me to, uh... calm you down? 𝘎𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴."
[□]: I gotta get out of here—like, now!
[■]: "Wait! Don't forget about me...!"
[□]: Fuck you!
[■]: "Ehm, hm, hm, well, wasn't that the idea?"
[□]: rrRRAAH! I SWEAR TO GOD... whichever one of you motherfuckers is responsible for waking me up, you're going to fucking pay!
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