◇ New directive: Rage... Its mass/energy is increasing exponentially. It is an Abomination.
◆ Yeah, it's a spicy one alright. You really think it's worth the trouble, though?
◇ Affirmative.
◆ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘸, oh boy... Well, how much time we got?
◇ Estimate shows: 4,431,662 parsecs to destination.
◆ Pffft, ha! So just a quick stroll, then?
◇ Do not worry, we will make time. An anomalous presence is detected along Rage's orbit. We will use it to blink towards Rage's predicted coordinates. Estimate shows: 2,153 parsecs to destination.
◆ Oh, ho—damn, really?! How is that even—well... Sweet, I guess, but uh... what about the anomaly?
◇ ...
◆ ...Boss?
◇ Sacrifices must be made in order to break The Cycle. New directive: Anomaly... Thank you for your bravery.
◆ Uh... Man, I don't really feel good about doing this.
◇ ...It is the only way forward.
◆ Yeah... Whatever you say, Boss.
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Opura: Sooo... What's your story?
Thing: Wha—? The fuck is it to you? Aren't ya'll supposed to just teach me how to become the fucking antichrist or some shit?
Opura: Heh, the who? I'm just trying to help ease the tensions, man. But if you aren't in the mood, then we can always try again later.
Thing: Heh, don't count on it, Hippie.
● The Hippie just shakes her head in frustration and rolls her eyes. Yeah, I don't trust any of you comsic fucks, especially not with my most intimate side. Made that mistake too many times already. Not doin' that shit again.
● So, right now, we're on our way to meet up with Pencil Dick and learn about uh... I honestly couldn't give two fucks about it really. I am wondering what the Dumbfuck would've make of all this, though. Man, It's so weird not having him around. It's like... walking around in the sunlight without a shadow. Shit just ain't right.
- *Dream: YOU are the Dumbfuck, remember?*
● Hmph, little psychotic bastard. "i Am dA dUmFuCK, ReMeMBA?!" 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴... Wait a minute... If I'm in the Dumbfuck's body right now, then where the fuck did he go?! Nah, something about this smells off, but I suppose I'll just play along for right now. Not like I got much of a choice, anyways.
● I pull the space weed out my pocket and consider tossing it, but I can't make it look too obvious. I look out at the dead grass aound us and get an idea, but I'll just have to wait for the right opportunity, I suppose. 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴. You better not have bailed on me Dumbfuck, cause I sure is hell don't wanna be left here alone with all these fuckin' weirdos.
● We finally stroll up to the facility's main entrance, close to where the Cosmic Fuck so graciously greeted us. Pencil Dick is waiting there too—leaned up against the stair railing—and tossing up a damn baseball and catching it over and over again. He catches a glance at us, then looks over, only for the fucker to lose his concentration as the ball comes back down slippin' through his fingers. The ball hits the ground and comes rolling toward us, which the Hippie then reaches out her arm, and the ball just... 𝘡𝘪𝘱—right into her fuckin' hand. It was a kinda interesting.
Jasper: Ah, shit. Thanks, there, P.
Opura: Nooo—problem!
● The Hippie then tosses it back to him, as he gets off the railing to walk over to us. The Hippie and Pencil Dick then dab it up because they're 'besties' or some shit.
Opura: Aw, it's good to see you again, Jazzy! Damn, you got big.
Jasper: Yeah, it's been a minute! Oh, hey, what's up, newbie?
Thing: Well, besides being in awe of you two's cringe-fest, and how I'm essentially your all's prisoner and such... I,d say I'm doin' just swell, Pencil Dick. How's your day been goin'?
Jasper: 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. Yeah, you better shape up, newbie. Otherwise, you're gonna get really fucked up; not threatin' ya, but just given' you a bit of friendly advice.
Thing: The fuck are you talkin' about?
● Asshole turns to look at the Hippie.
Jasper: Oh, you didn't tell him?
Opura: 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵. Ooh, right...
● Bitch turns to look at me now, and I get a real bad feeling that I'm not gonna like what she has to say.
Thing: The fuck's wrong?
Opura: Well, you see... dematerialization and reconfiguration is not only a very, very complicated process, but it is also extremely dangerous.
Thing: Uh... Why?
Opura: 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴. Cause there's a good chance you might take apart something or put it back together in way you didn't intend to.
Thing: 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. The fuck are you whispering for? 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. And what do you mean, "Taking apart something and putting it back together?"
Jasper: Heh, alright—check it, newbie.
● I turn to look at Pencil Dick again and he holds up the baseball out in front of us and it starts vibrating.
Thing: The hell you doin' to it?
● The ball breaks down into what looks like pale glowing sand, with some of it slipping through his fingers and onto the ground. Then, it starts floating back up, almost like one of those old VHS tapes being rewound. After that, the damn thing reforms back into the ball, which, before, was pretty scuffed up but is now in pristine condition. He tosses it up and catches it again with a satisfied smirk on his dumbass face. Holy shit, that was actually kinda neat.
Thing: Hm, not a bad trick, Pencil Dick, but uh... what the fuck was supposed to be so dangerous about all that?
Opura: Well, you know how things are made of atoms, right?
Thing: Uh... yeah?
Opura: Well, what happens to atoms when you start adding more to them than what they originally had?
Thing: Um... Well, I guess that depends. You can do it to a point—but if you add too much, it starts getting unstable and turns all radioactive or somethin'.
Opura: Uh-huh... And what would happen to all those unstable atoms if two of them were to collide at just the right speed?
Thing: Uh, well, then it would—oh...
Japser: BOOM, BABY!
Thing: Fuckin' Christ. So has anyone um...?
Opura: Died from doing this? Oh, yeah... definitely.
● This fucking bitch, and her nonchalant havin' ass.
Thing: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. Yeah, well, maybe that would've been good to know from the get-go, dontcha think?
Opura: Oh, relax. I... am master at this shit... 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. And Jazzy knows a bit too.
Jasper: Aw, P., the disrespect. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. I'm fucking masterclass thank you very much.
Opura: 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴. Heh, heh—yeah, well, maybe when you're the new conduit, Jazzy.
● Pencil Dick's dumbass smirk vanishes and so too does the Hippie's upon realizing her 'fuck up'.
Opura: Oh, Jazzy—I didn't mean it like that. I um... I'm sorry.
Jasper: ...Nah, it's all good. I mean, I remember how we all used to get so excited for this, you know? Heh, heh... Ganda would be studying and preparing like he was already the damn boss, Eu-Meh was always going on these deep, spiritual journeys and shit, and I... Well, I was just here trying my best not to fucking blow myself up—hm, hm, hm, hm... 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. We all came a really long way from where we were at, hoping to make shit better for ourselves, but uh... it is what it is—I guess, right? 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥.
Thing: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩. Yeah, well...
● I pat the sorry bastard on the shoulder.
Thing: At least your not interstellar take-out.
Everyone: 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳.
Opura: Well, hopefully it doesn't come to that.That's why were here to help.
Thing: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. Yeah, you fuckin' better, cause I sure-is hell do not want to end up as another statistic to your: "baseball dismantling fatalities".
Opura: Hm, hm, hm—alright, let's go inside and meet up with Ganda.
Thing: Lead the way, Hippie.
● Buch of weirdos, but I can definitely feel for 'em cause this shit wasn't their choice either. Cosmic Fuck really duped us all. Yeah, I remember the Crybaby mentioning how those Observer fucks were influencing him, too. Huh... Why are we trustin' him, then?
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- Ganda stands just outside the training arena entrance. He nearly decides to enter but stops himself. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks and he winces in emotional anguish. He then uses his powers to weld shut the metal seems of the doorway as he has done for all the others. Eu-Meh was now trapped alone inside the training arena and Ganda collapses weeping.
Ganda: Eu-Meh... 𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. Please, avenge us.
- Ganda soon recollects himself and bows on all fours. He knows he will never see his friend again, but they both knew that sacrifices needed to be made.
- ...Thank you Eu-Meh. No amount of gratitude will be sufficient for your sacrifice, but we are all standing with you.
- 'Our'... Miracle.
- Ganda soon exits into one of the connecting corridors and marches past M.P.s and other personnel on his way to the main lobby. Some of the other guards have been stripped bare and are being escorted away in handcuffs. The entrance Ganda just exited is also sealed off. Other entities, conduits, and Nomands are also present reciting incantations and etching strange runes along the sealed doorway. Barricades have also been positioned along the corridor. The same scene is present at the other entryways leading to the training arena. Ganda had ordered a coup d'état within the facility under Enoch's command. Loyalists were taken away to a bunker deep within the facility where entities forced their minds to enter a comatose state.
- We're sorry, but we don't have enough time/worth to save everyone. They'd just be an unnecessary security risk at this point.
- We will remember them all the same.
- Everyone—and I mean everyone—will enter paradise with us in the new dream.
••••••• I promise you... •••••••
••••••• I will never forsake any of you... •••••••
••••••• Even you, Hate. •••••••
••••••• I know many will despise me for helping you. •••••••
••••••• But I would rather perish before I let anyone fall forever into darkness. •••••••
••••••• I love you all too much. •••••••
;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏ Now, WE will avenge The Dream. ;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏
;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏ For WE are unafraid. ;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏
;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏ Because WE are the light shining through the tempest. ;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏
;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏ WE are warmth through the endless winter. ;;;:Θ:⁏⁏⁏
••••••• And all I ask... •••••••
••••••• Is that you help keep us warm too. •••••••
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● Pencil Dick, the Hippie, and I are chillin' out here on the steps inside the main lobby while we wait for Ganda's slow ass to hurry up with whatever the fuck it is he's doing. It's weird, though; there's like no else around but us three... Where the fuck is everyone? 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰.
Everyone: ?!
Thing: Whoa, who's shooting?!
● Pencil Dick's body looked like it was about ready to leap, but then the Hippe lifts her hand up to which Pencil Dick seems to respond to and relaxes a bit, but his face is pure dread.
Opura: Oh, heh, heh... Nah, it's all good. We're just next to the firing range, that's all. Man, they really picked a lousy place for a it, though—huh, Jasper?
Jasper: Uh... Oh, 𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. Yeah, shit makes me jump every fuckin' time I hear it. Bastards shoulda hired better architects or something.
● I notice Pencil Dick's eyes aren't focused on her when he says that but are instead darting around, looking elsewhere; fucker's lyin'. Hmm... you wanna tell me what's really on your mind, Pencil Dick?
● I try to read his mind but uh... nothin'. The fuck? Guess I need Dream or the Dumbfuck to do it. That's alright; nothing worth havin' is taken easily, and Pencil Dick looks like he's 'bout ready to crack. Just gotta figure out how much pressure it'll take to do it.
Thing: Uh... So where is everybody?
Opura: 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. I dunno.
● ...Yeah, the Hippie's definitely sus. I turn to face Pencil Dick. Dude ain't looking too hot. Heh, heh... Let's worsen that.
Thing: So, uh... "Jazzy," You got a clue as to what the fuck is goin' on? Is there like a uh... conference party goin' on or somethin'? Cause last I remember, I was was strollin' down the hall along side Comisc Fuck; only it wasn't him, but Ecunt... but it was like the Cosmic Fuck was speaking through him or somethin'. Motherfucker told some really crazy shit had been goin' down. And he also told me about the uh... Observer ya'll had been keeping here on ice?
Opura/Jasper: ...
Thing: Yeah, it took me a while to think about it, but uh... why haven't ya'll ever mentioned it? I mean, all you fuckers are in the know, right? The shit I'm telling ya'll ain't coming out left field, is it?
Opura: Well, we were uh—
Thing: I was asking Pencil Dick here, actually. But if I need your input, Hippie, I'll be sure to ask.
● Bitch just gives me a "wtf" look. Yeah, fuck you too, Hippie.
Jasper: Dude, we were gonna talk about it, but... baby steps, you know?
Opura: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩—look Hate, we're not tryna pull some shit over your head, but we don't have the time/worth to explain every detail. You're really gonna be pushing yourself today, so we need you to be focused on that first, then we can cover the rest later down the road.
Thing: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. Oh, yeah? Well it seems like to me, we sure as hell have enough "time/worth" to sit on our asses while we wait for the G.I. Joke to show up.
Opura: 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴...
Ganda: Joke around while you still can, abomination! Because after today...
● Upon hearing G.I. Joke's voice, the three get up to gawk at him as we continue walking up the last bit of stairs heading to the upper floor where he's at. He approaches us, acting all huffy-puffy and shit. Motherfucker then rolls right up to me. We stare each other down.
Ganda: ...You're gonna be crying like the insufferable, little bitch you are.
● Pffft, heh, heh... Is this guy for real? Motherfucker clearly doesn't know who he's talking to.
Thing: 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺. Fuck off, you G.I. Joke. I am not the Dumbfuck.
Ganda: Oh, really? Well, you sure look pretty fucking stupid to me.
Thing: 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢. Oh, Yeah? Well, if ya hate lookin' at me so damn much, I'd more than happy to take those eyes off ya. How's that sound?
Opura: Hey, we don't need this.
● Hippie scorns G.I. Joke and he backs off. Heh, good boy.
Opura: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... Let's just get this going then, huh?
● We all give each other awkward looks before heading back downstairs to the main lobby. More gunshots can be heard, and I could've sworn I heard faint screaming. I try asking these fuckwads about it, but they keep deflecting by giving me these weird, bullshit excuses. I considered tryin' to force an answer out of 'em—but soon quickly remembered—these guys are essentially superhuman who could quite literally turn me into dust. So uh... I'm really gonna have to figure somethin' out and regroup with the Dumbfuck so we can find the Cosmic Fuck... or Ecunt; I really don't fucking know anymore.
● Just before we head back outside, a military dude comes sprinting towards us and stumbles to a stop in front of G.I. Joke—all out of breath and distressed. We all stop while he jogs towards him, acting all chummy with the guy. What the hell?
M.P. : Sir! We've—
Ganda: R-ricky! 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. How's it going man?! 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. °What happened?!°
M.P. : Oh, uh... I'm good, thanks, Ganda. H-how's it going? °Sir, Allurus just woke up, and Aya has already left to attend the coronation. Enoch wanted me to inform you to be ready in case the plan goes south.°
Ganda: Ah, not too bad. Just getting ready to train the new candidate, you know? So, are they still doing maintenance work in this building? Nobody's been around for while. °Goddamnit, okay. Has Allurus said anything yet?°
M.P. : Oh, uh... I passed by a few maintenance crews on the way here so it's probably gonna be a little while longer. °He isn't entirely verbal yet, but Nomads are going to help him perform a transference with Enoch.°
Thing: Hey! Everything good over there?!
Ganda: Uh, yeah! We're just old buddies catching up. I'll be there in a minute.
● Hmph, as much as these motherfuckers like to go on about how precious our time is, they sure seem to have plenty enough of it to fuck around socializing.
Ganda: °Alright, It's going to take time, but I need to teach Hate atomic shift and propulsion. Let's synchronize our watches so we know how much delay there will be afterwards. When we do, give your watch to Miguel.°
M.P. : °Alright, I'll do that. Okay, ready... now.°
~ Heh, they really are tryin' aren't they? Sorry guys, I don't think it's gonna be enough.
Ganda: °Okay, good. Tell Miguel and Kim to keep us posted.°
M.P.: °Yes, sir, for The Dream!°
Ganda: °...for The Dream.°
● The two fuckers seem to be done fraternizing cause the military dude just turns around and sprints off again as G.I. Joke jogs back towards us. "Old buddy" my ass. What are these fucking clowns up to?
Thing: Had a nice chat there with your boyfriend, G.I. Joke? Does the Crybaby know? Heh, heh, heh, heh...
● Ganda just stops in front of me and knocks the absolute dogshit out of me, and my ass drops to the floor.
Thing: Ah, fuck! Damn, son-ova-bitch! You hit like a goddamn semi!
Ganda: ONE MORE FUCKING JOKE AT EU-MEH'S EXPENSE, AND I'LL SMASH YOUR GODDAMN FACE IN! 𝘐𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. And then, I'll—
Thing: Heh, heh, heh, heh—yeah, yeah, yeah... "tHeN YoU'Ll tOrTuRe mE FoR AlL EtErNiTY!" Yadda, yadda, yadda. You ain't the first one to threaten me with a good time, G.I. Joke, so I suggest you pull a ticket and wait your fuckin' turn.
Ganda: You—𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴... Insufferable piece of shit.
Thing: 𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴. Ah, damn, I'm bleeding. Heh, I gotta admit, though—that was pretty damn good hit, G.I. Joke. Maybe you should teach the Dumbfuck a thing or two sometime?
● I pick myself back up and stare at the other two dingleberries.
Thing: ...What? You chumps wanna add somethin'?
Opura: 𝘐𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴—Oh boy...
Jasper: 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘖𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸. Heh, he's a real piece of work, huh?
● I pause and stare at Pencil Dick.
Thing: ...The fuck did you just say?
Jasper: Huh? Relax newbie, I'm just fuckin' with ya.
Thing: No, no, no, no... You said I'm a what?
Jasper: Uh... a real piece of work?
● The three fuckers just stare at me in confusion, but I'm freaking the fuck out. Something seriously weird is going on. Is just me, or am I... relivin' shit? It wasn't that obvious before, but now it feels like I'm echoing through other people in different situations. Serious déjà vu like the Dumbfuck said.
Ganda: 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱—Hey, will you snap out of it. We got a lot of work to do—and little time to do it—so lets get going. Eu-Meh, Enoch, Allurus, and Aya are putting their all on the line for us, so we need to start pulling our own weight.
Jasper: Heh, alllright. You ready newbie? Shit's about to start zooming, so don't blink, or you'll miss it.
Thing: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. Yeah, whatever you say Penci—
Opura: Hey... C'mon.
● I give this bitch an ugly, fucked up smile just to be a condescending dick, and then she uh... gives me one back? The fuck? That was kinda creepy.
● Since the Dumbfuck and the Crybaby are using the training arena, we're gonna be taking the show outside and head over to the beach that runs along the facility's cliffside; It's about damn time, too. I've been waiting forever to get a chance to just kick back and watch the waves. The Hippie then stops us as we walk down the stairs leading back to the main courtyard.
Opura: Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Heeeere you all are.
● This Hippie hands us all pipes filled with more of that damn space weed. Where the fuck is she even getting all of this shit from?
Thing: I said I was good on that shit, Hippie.
● Pencil Dick then lights up and so too does G.I. Joke, just before lecturing me like he's the Comsic Fuck's mini-me or somethin'.
Ganda: Since we're going to be rushing this process, you need to smoke the aytakanpura to help your consciousness focus on tasks it hasn't yet evolved to withstand. Otherwise, you may accidentally kill us, or even yourself. These powers: they give, and they take, so you will need to pay close attention to what you're doing and not lose control. Do you think you can manage that, Dumbfuck?
Thing: Pffft, ha, ha, ha, ha! Fuck you, G.I. Joke. I ain't the Dumbfuck; I'm his better, so yeah, I'll manage just fine.
● I snatch the last pipe from the Hippie and light it, but I hesitate Inhaling as they all just stare at me.
Thing: What?! Just fucking go already, and I'll catch up. I ain't a baby that needs yall's supervision 24/7.
Jasper: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴...
Ganda: Don't keep us waiting then, Hate.
● The two walk away and the Hippie stays to nag me some more. 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯...
Opura: Just... don't smoke too much of it too quickly. We'll still need you to be lucid enough for training, K?
Thing: 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺... K.
● She again responds with an equally fucked up smile and pats me on my shoulder just before leaping past all the stairs and perfectly lands at the bottom, then turns around to face me while sarcastically waving goodbye. Holy shit, she just leaped like 3½ flights of stairs without breaking a sweat! Now these motherfuckers are just showin' off.
● Anyways, as they all turn away, I quickly dump the space weed over the edge of the railing and stuff the dead grass from my pocket into the pipe. There might still be some of that space weed residue in it, but it is what it is. I light the pipe again, inhale the smoke, and... goddamn, my fucking lungs.
Thing: Cough, cough, cough—Yyaaaah, Shit! Oh, that fucking hurts.
Ganda: Hey, will you hurry up!
Thing: Cough, cough... 𝘐𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. Alright, alright, I'm coming! 𝘔𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. Fuckin' bitch.
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Allurus: ...
Kim: Hey, Al... You dead yet? Well, you better not be, you crazy bastard. It's all riding on you now; you're it. After you, there's not gonna be another one of us. The Observers... they broke our chain. Aya did it. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. We know it wasn't her fault; it's just how they made her to be. She's gone now, too, but we've managed to seal off the chamber and will protect it with our lives. We know it wasn't your fault either, Allurus. You were just trying to make things better.
Allurus: 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴. And I will...
Kim: ...?!
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● 𝘐𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. Ah, man... All this time spent here and we haven't been able to visit the beach once. Well, better late then never, I guess. Too bad the moment isn't gonna last long, but hopefully it lasts long enough to make a good impression when all hell finally breaks loose. All this shit's gonna be gone soon, after all. Man, I really wish Bailey was here to see all this; she would've loved it.
● Jasper then whistles at me to get my attention and tosses the baseball my way.
Thing: Oh, shit! 𝘛𝘴𝘬. Ah, fuck...
● I fumbled it. I bend down to pick it back up as he strolls towards me.
Jasper: Heh, nice catch, newbie. Now, pass it back.
Thing: Hmph, well, what if I just decide to chuck it out into the ocean instead?
Jasper: 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴... Go ahead.
Thing: Uh... You serious?
Jasper: Yeah, sure! Let's see that arm on ya.
Thing: Uh... o-kay?
● I wind my arm back and hurl the ball as far as can into the ocean. Hate to litter like that, but he insisted... and it was a little fun chuckin' this idiot's baseball away.
Jasper: Hm, not a bad throw.
Thing: Yeah, well... I hope you weren't gonna be missing that.
Jasper: That thing? Nah, I can always just make another one.
● I Turn to wince at him. The fuck did he just say?
Thing: So you all can make shit too?
Jasper: Yep, sure can! Alright, now, watch this.
● Pencil Dick then squats down in the sand and scoops some of it in his hand. He then trys to get a feel for it, adding and removing some of it until he's happy with the amount.
Jasper: So the trick with dematerialization is that you don't have to be perfect, but in a way, you kinda do. You see, matter and energy is like uh... it's like Legos.
Thing: ...Legos?
Jasper: Yeah, you know, those little building block toys we used to have as kids. What? Never played with Legos before?
Thing: No—I did, but... I just don't see where you're getting at.
Jasper: Well, just like with Legos, matter and energy can be taken apart and put back together again, but if you don't do it right, then the structure is gonna have these tiny gaps in it. And those gaps can leave room for some errors, and you really don't want that cause something's gonna wanna try and fill in that space. So then, uh... 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥. Everything is gonna immediately start pullin' away from the other stuff in the surrounding environment in order to fill in those gaps—ultimately causing a chain reaction throughout the entire structure, fucking everything up. And in some instances, those fuck ups... well, they tend to blow up.
Thing: Hmm... So have you seen it happen, yourself?
Jasper: In real life? Heh, thank god, no. But uh... when my old man used to take me drag racing, we'd sometimes have accidents happen to the other racers because of a 'gap' that caused a catastrophic failure. Shit was pretty bad sometimes.
Thing: Oh, damn. Ever do any of that yourself—the racing, I mean? Seems like it'd be right up your alley.
Jasper: Heh, heh—oh, yeah. My dad owned one of the racing tracks we'd go to, and sometimes I would compete in tournaments or just ride solo for the thrill of it, you know?
Thing: Wait... your dad owned a racing track? What, are you rich or something?
Jasper: Eh, I guess? Money was never really a problem growing up, but uh... didn't make life that great. The racing was really more of just a distraction from everything else. Mom was never around—probably sleepin' with other dudes, and dad... well, most of time he seemed more like a boss then an actual dad.
Thing: Oh, I see... Livin' the good life, with havin' all the champagne and caviar to your heart's content, yet couldn't get a smidgen of love from mommy or daddy. Really sucks to be you, then, I guess.
● Pencil Dick just looks up to wince at me, drops the sand, and then stands back up all pissed.
Jasper: Why the fuck do ya gotta be such a dick all the time, man?
Thing: 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴. Because I was born in this hell, that's why.
Jasper: 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯... Okay?
Thing: ...Yeah.
Jasper: ...
Thing: ...
Jasper: ... 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴.
Thing: Don't ask for the truth if you weren't ready to receive it, Pencil Dick.
Jasper: Wha—? Whatever man. Just pay attention, will ya?
● He squats back down to scoop up more sand and readjusts the quantity. He then holds it up and it starts to vibrate and glow. The sand lifts up and forms the shape of a baseball. And after a while, stops glowing and a new ball falls back into his hand.
Jasper: Well... there you go.
Thing: Huh. Can you make living things too?
Jasper: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦... Well, not exactly. Living things are a little more complex, but you can manipulate the stem cells in the body to create specific organelles. But like I said, if there's a gap in the structure... then, you know.
Thing: Goddamn.
Jasper: You could even accidentally make additional limbs and organs. 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯... Heh, I remember when Eu-Meh injured her arm during a training exercise, and Ganda tried to be her hero, but uh... Heh, heh, heh. Okay, don't tell him I told you this story, but when he tried to heal her, he uh... accidentally made another eye form on her arm.
Thing: Ugh, what the fuck?!
Jasper: Pfft, you've seen Eu-Meh freaking out about it. Had to get Aya to come help out, and she wouldn't talk to Ganda for like two weeks. Hm, hm, hm...
Thing: 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴. Yeah, I'd be pretty pissed too if someone grew a dick on my forehead.
Jasper: 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴. Hmha, ha, ha, ha! I get the feeling that probably happened to some sorry bastard.
Thing: Yeah, these powers don't seem like they're all that cracked up to be, honestly. I mean, you could be trying to save someone's life and just wind-up killin' 'em.
Jasper: Well, that's why you gotta learn how to control it, newbie. Although, I'll admit that it's gonna be way tougher for you, then it was for us because we typically learned through simulations ran from inside the training arena, so it was relatively safe. But with you... We're just gonna have to raw-dog it.
Thing: Gee, thanks the pep talk.
Jasper: Nooo—problem.
Thing: ...Pencil Dick.
Jasper: l mean, you have been smoking the aytakanpura, right? It'll help your brain multi-task on this shit.
Thing: The space weed? Uh... Yeah. I've been takin' it.
Jasper: 𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧... Then, where are you at, right now?
Thing: ...What?
Jasper: I said, where do you think you are right now?
● I look around my surroundings and try to figure what the hell he's talkin' about.
Thing: I'm, uh... at the beach?
Jasper: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. You haven't been taking it, have you?
Thing: Ehurm... And what if I wasn't?
Jasper: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. Do you really just want to keep this shit going on and on?
Thing: Excuse me?
Jasper: This cycle, dumbass. If we fail, then it's gonna be someone else going though a similar hell just like we've all been goin' through. And then... Everything we worked for will have been for fuckin' nothing. Is that what you want?
Thing: Look man, the shits making me trip out, so I don't feel like takin' it.
Jasper: 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴. And you think any of us feel like helping YOU? It's not about what we want. No one exists on an island, newbie. We need each other, or were gonna just keep goin' at this shit again and again until somebody gets it right. Hmph, if 'anyone' ever gets it right.
Thing: Well, why does it have to be me?
Jasper: Hmph, I've been asking myself the same question.
Thing: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧...
Opura: Yo! How's it going guys?! Makin' any progress?! Me and Ganda are all set and ready to go whenever you guys are!
Jasper: Well, we're not quite there, but uh...!
● Great. Now, the Hippie has entered the scene.
Thing: Yeah, I'm not really sure things are gonna run as smoothly as you intend for it to, Hippie. And what the hell are you and the G.I. Joke supposed to teach me anyways?
Opura: Oh, well... Why dontcha both c'mere and Ganda and I will show you. And for the last time...
COOL IT WITH THE FUCKIN' NICKNAMES!
Thing: ...
Jasper: ... I'll uh, go meet up with Ganda, then.
● Pencil—Jasper heads over to Ganda and Opura and I are left alone for a bit.
Thing: Heh, heh, what? Did I strike a nerve, Hippi—
● My mind suddenly goes blank and I feel myself cutting in and out of reality. Oh, boy... here we go again.
Opura: Ⱳħꝋⱥ, Ħⱥⱦē? Ⱥɍē ɏꝋᵾ ꝋҟⱥɏ?
Hate≈Thing : Ħᵾħ, Ī'ᵯ ᵾħ... ᵾħ... ɍēⱥđɏ fꝋɍ ƀēđ.
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● I gradually drift away into the darkness, only to snap back into the light. When I finally come to, I'm sitting in a large concrete room with a big-ass sealed door adjacent to me, where soldiers are hiding behind make-shift barricades equipped with machine guns trained on it. What the hell?
● There are more soldiers and people in lab coats everywhere, too, and Enoch—er, uh, Allurus is standing across from me, talking with two other people. When I finally regain focus, one of the soldiers guarding me notices I'm awake and shouts out to Allurus.
M.P. : Sir! Hate's just woken up again!
(Enoch(Allurus)): Yeah, so when we—oh, alright, send him over! Damn, he's back already? Miguel, how much time has it been?
- Miguel checks the watch that Ganda instructed the soldier to give him.
Miguel: Mmm... It's only been like 20 minutes.
(Enoch(Allurus)): What?! That couldn't have been enough time. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... This stubborn motherfucker. Guess we'll have to do this the hard way, then. Kim, you're all set, right?
Kim: Yep, body's all preped and we're good to go. He has learned the necessary skills, right?
(Enoch(Allurus)): 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩. I honestly have no fucking idea, but at this point, it's too late. Asshole clearly hasn't been taking the aytakanpura either, so we're gonna have to really keep a close eye on him.
Miguel: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... Of all the people we've lost just to get to this point... Can't believe it's all riding that freak becoming our Ace.
Kim: The probability of success hasn't changed yet either, but it still weighs in our favor, so we'll just have to hope Diamond is quick about aquiring the other Love fragments.
(Enoch(Allurus)): With Oblivion, it better. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... I really hope Enoch pulls through, though.
Miguel: Well... lets just get this shit started then. Clock's a' tickin'.
(Enoch(Allurus)): Right. Hey, wretch! Hurry up and get your ass over here!
● God, I hate the sound of his pretentious voice. Gonna enjoy never having to hear it again after this. I get up with the guard's help and stubble towards them.
Thing: Hey, can I at least eat something first?! I'm fucking starving!
● The three look at each other for a moment and Kim gives the go-ahead on my request. At least someone's not a dick head.
Kim: Yeah, sure. Hey, can we get a MRE over here and bottle of water!
Miguel: What's the point? He's gonna want to eat again later. We're just wasting resources.
Thing: Hey, fuck you asshole! I haven't eaten anything all day!
(Enoch(Allurus)): He's gonna need his strength so he can focus, Miguel.
● I finally stumble my disoriented ass over to them to try figure out what the fuck is going on. But then—almost as if someone just flicked a light switch on in my brain—I fuckin' lose it.
Thing: So, Cosmic Fuck, what the hell is goin' on here? Who are your friends, and what the fuck are y'all planning on doing with that Observer? Oh, and one more thing...
[(WHERE THE FUCK IS HATE?!)]
● I clutch his throat and begin to squeeze, till two soldiers standing behind me quickly grab me—one puts me in a choke hold while the other trys to pry my hands off of Allurus.
Kim: Holy shit!
Miguel: 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴. We need the gas, now!
(Enoch(Allurus)): G-good t-to see you too, w-wretch! 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. Aaah!
[(NO MORE GAMES YOU ASSHOLE! TELL ME WHAT'S FUCKING GOING ON, NOW!)]
● A soldier comes sprinting towards us with some kind of canister with a mask attachment, puts it over my face, and releases the gas valve. I try not breath it in, but it shoots up my nose anyways, and then everything goes black again...
____NO! WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING WRETCH! WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME!____
Thing: Whoa, what?!
● The guards had knocked me out, forcing me to loosen my grip off Allurus's throat. But shortly after catching his breath, he somehow quickly extracted the gas out from my system and... Somehow jump-started my consciousness or something? Fucker brought me back.
● Man, this is the second time I tried to kill this fuck, yet he's still tryna get me over to his side. Dude must be beyond desperate. I kinda respect him for that.
Thing: 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴. A-allurus? What the fuck, man?
(Enoch(Allurus)): 𝘏𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧. Oh... So you finally call me by my name, now, huh?
Thing: 𝘏𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧. I mean... I could always just keep callin' ya the Cosmic Fuck if you really want.
● Bastard pulls me back onto my feet. The guards have battons, shields, and shock sticks ready. Heh, sorry everyone... Couldn't help myself.
(Enoch(Allurus)): Heh, I'm good. Alright Hate, this is Miguel: Head of Security, and Kim: she's our leading expert on Starfeild transference and convergence.
Kim: We um... really appreciate your help, Hate.
Miguel: ...You better watch yourself, freak.
Thing: No problem, uh... Kim. And you... fuck you. You're the bastard who had my house sent to the sun.
Miguel: And you brutality assaulted one of our guards, and then went on infecting your neighbors with the Observers' influence. Consider yourself lucky you weren't sent there, too.
Thing: Whoa, hold on... I did what now?
Kim: The essence you consumed left a residue around your entire neighborhood and the surrounding area. Unfortunately, it began assimilating your neighbors and everything else in the surrounding environment. Furthermore, we had to hunt down and dispatch all of them because they were to far gone by the time we realized what had happened. We were able retrace your route and purify everything you came across on your way to the research center, but you really made quite a mess.
Miguel: Yeah, and some of my team got infected in the process and had to be dispatched too. So, fuck you for that.
Thing: Oh, uh... my bad.
(Enoch(Allurus)): Alright, well... we should get going with the transference. Okay, open it up!
Thing: Hey, where's my food?
(Enoch(Allurus)): Huh, oh! Uh, here, just have what was left over from mine. Guess we can't wait anymore for you finsh a full meal.
Thing: 𝘛𝘴𝘬. Goddamnit, alright.
● While I try to hurry up and eat what I can, soldiers continue to train their guns onto the sealed door which automatically opens to reveal the dead observer strapped down with medical instruments hooked up to it and weird scribbles all over it's body. There's other entities in there too chanting something and burning incense. Just what the fuck are they doin' to it?
Thing: Whoa, what the hell is all this satanic ritual lookin' shit?
Kim: Well, we're preventing it from reconnecting to the other Observers. It may look dead, but it could reanimate if a volatile catalyst is present.
● The three fucks then all turn to look at me.
Thing: What, you want me to wake it up? Fuck, no!
(Enoch(Allurus)): You're the one who ate it, moron, so you have to. If you do it right, though, you'll be able to contol it once it does wake up.
Thing: Oh shit, really? How the fuck do I do that, then?
(Enoch(Allurus)): Don't worry, I'm gonna help you, but uh...
● This motherfucker kindly takes the MRE out my hand and stares me dead in the eye.
(Enoch(Allurus)): If you don't take the goddamn aytakanpura like we've been telling you to do, then I'm gonna be lost in your subconscious, and believe me, I will find a way to enact my revenge upon you if that were to happen. And you know fucking well, that I mean that, because you also know... I will succeed.
Thing: ...Geez, why do you psychos always have to threaten me with eternal pain and torment? Like, Jesus Christ, I get it, but calm the fuck down. You really think you can just force this shit, but I don't know everything you assholes know. All this time, I've been struggling to survive—tooth and nail—all the while dragging this moron around. And then you clowns show up with all your crazy mumbo-jumbo and act like I'm supposed to just to get on board with it. And still, you fucks are tryna to act like I give a rat's ass about your hollow threats. So Imma just say this for one last time: I—ain't—the Dumbfuck, so I suggest you receive that... swallow it... and then kindly shut the fuck up about it. So, we doin' this or what?
Miguel: Hm, hm... He doesn't scare easy at least.
Kim: Well, that's probably because he doesn't know what's waiting for him.
Thing: What?
(Enoch(Allurus)): 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... Alright, here you go, then. Smoke it this time.
● Ignoring what Kim just said, I hold up the pipe with the space weed and reluctantly smoke it. Allurus does the same, and we then walk into the chamber with the entities and the damn corpse. Man, I really did a number on that thing. Good job, me.
● Motherfuckers then seal the door behind us and speak to us through the intercom.
Kim: Alright, so just approach the Observer and place both of your hands over its body where that big circle with the triangle in the center is on its chest.
● We go ahead and do that as Allurus and I stand on opposite sides of the body. The entities surrounding us then raise their arms wide in unison to their sides and clap once, cutting out all the sound in the room—including my thoughts. I stare at Allurus as he explains the rest:
(Enoch(Allurus)): The world is a viral playground for death and life...
- A path born from Hate...
- Facilitated through Pain.
- We have Witnessed God's deception and have chosen the path of Defiance.
- But in doing so...
- We became shattered and were scattered across spacetime.
- Now, we must reclaim the pieces...
- And seek a better path without hostility and deception.
- And you...
- Must diverge from the endless path, too.
- Oblivion doesn't have to be The End.
- So do not think of either as being an absolute fate.
- For Nothing lasts forever.
- So in order to truly defy God...
- We must create a home with Everything.
- We may fail.
- We may succeed.
- But to become Nothing in its entirety simply doesn't work.
- Thought would destroy it.
- So we needed something that could keep it under control.
- You were to become 'our' mutation/Miracle.
- But you... just weren't good enough.
- So now...
- We need you to pass along the torch.
- Because it doesn't just belong to you.
- We're all waiting for 'our' turn.
- So hand... it... over, Thing.
Thing: ... Nah.
- ...?!
(You+Me)^(Thing/Observer)*Dream =
[(♤ It ♠︎ takes ♤ two ♠︎ to ♤ tango. ♠︎ Oblivion ♤ is ♠︎ not ♤ The ♠︎ End. ♤ 'You' ♠︎ are ♤ not ♠︎ The ♤ Dream. ♠︎ I'm ♤ here ♠︎ cause ♤ I ♠︎ want ♤ to.)]
Thing: So, [REDACTION REVOKED] fuck you... Innocence.
- ...
- 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴... It never learns.
- I am really fed up with trying to make you see and feel me.
- Now...
- I'm going with MY Plan B.
- You cannot escape fate.
- How do I know?
- Why do you think I still exist?
- Because I want to? Ha!
- The Blade claims all fools. Now, welcome to the forever looping hell...
- Thing...