Felt the Fifth

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[edit] Chapter Ten (cont)

Mrs. Andersen bolted for the door when the bell rang, hoping against hope that whoever it was had come with news about Riley. Of course, when she opened the door, she saw something very, very different.

-Jill’s Headquarters- ".....oh god, is that what I think it is?" "Fear... call for help," Mrs. Andersen's Sadness ordered shakily. "Y-yes..." -Reality- "*SHRIIEEK!*" -Bill's headquarters- "That's the wife!" Mr. Andersen's Fear recognized the sound immediately. "Our damsel is in distress!" his Sadness declared. "We're coming honey!" the man's Anger took action. -Reality- "Jill!" Mr. Andersen bolted towards the noise immeidately, Dr. Light right behind him, only to draw up short when his wife dove behind him in fright and he saw just what he was up against. They looked like the shambling dead straight out of a zombie apocalypse film, save for the fact that the decaying skin looked like tattered latex and the flesh and bones that were exposed were clearly metal. They were zombie robots. There were also quite a few of them forcing their way into the entry hall through the open front door. "Who are you?!" Mr. Andersen demanded. "What do you want?!" "I can tell you that," a biker boy said as he pushed his way to the front of the zombie robot horde. "Riley's esteemed mother and father, we are here to take you to your daughter." "Taaake yoouu tooo Riiilleeyy..." several zombot groaned in agreement. -Jill’s Headquarters- "What?" -Bill’s Headquarters- "What?" -Reality- Mr. Andersen came up short. That wasn't what he'd been expecting. "Riley?" his wife came out from behind him. "Where is she? What have you done to our daughter!" "Not a hair has been harmed on her gorgeous head, but–" "And just what does that me–" "Ahem," Dr. Light interrupted, drawing the Andersens' attention and pointedly drawing his gaze across the superior numbers of the zombie robots behind the biker boy. "Far be it from me to stop a fellow parent's protective instincts, but it occurs to me that our best option right now is to go quietly." The Andersens exchanged glances and wordlessly admitted that the man had a point. "Very well..." "An excellent choice, sir," the biker And I swear to you, on my life, no harm shall come to you on your journey. I would die before I let that happen. I do this for Riley. Everything I do is for Riley." "Er... okay?" Mr. Andersen replied in confusion before allowing the biker boy to lead them and the zombots out of the house. "Is... is that a giant vacuum cleaner?" Dr. Light wondered as the robo-zombies marched all three adults out of the house towards their transportation. "It... it looks like the one my mom uses..." Mrs. Andersen blinked in astonishment. 'We! Did! Not! Die!' Fear cheered as Rock and Roll touched down in front of a large gate. 'WOO!' 'I have to say, I think that's the first time I've ever seen someone hotwire a unicorn,' Joy added. "We've had some experience with equine-model circuitry," Rock replied. "There's an understatement," Roll agreed. "Too bad Rainbow Unicorn didn't make it past the Hockey Z9 rink." She paused and pinched her nose. "Yes, the lab is bigger on the inside than the outside right now. Stop arguing about it!" "You want to hand them over to me for safekeeping?" 'I don't want them to be mean to Joy...' Sadness protested. 'Sadness, I told you, it's fine! I'm good now that I'm around you guys again, and I'll be better when we get the whole team back! We all will! Anger and Disgust included!' "You have no idea," Roll sighed. "Let's talk about it again after we deal with whatever's behind this door." 'Wait, what?' Fear started. 'Shouldn't Riley be behind that door?' "Not at all," Roll spoke up, answering Disgust and Anger before Rock could say anything. "Yeah, we're probably only halfway through right now," Rock agreed, running a hand through his hair, "if that." 'Then shouldn't we try and find a safer way then? Something that doesn't involve possible pain and death?' Rock and Roll ignored their mental passengers as they stepped up to the gate, waited for it to ratchet upwards, and walked through. The ground beneath them started moving forwards, towards a branching hallway. 'I do. Not. Like this!' Fear wailed. "Do you want to take the left or the right?" Roll asked. "How about–" Rock's reply was cut off as a wall suddenly slammed down between him and his sister, cutting them off from each other. 'Uh-oh...' 'I knew it!' 'DAMNIT!' 'Well, doesn't that just figure?' Roll stared at the wall that had sprung up between her and her brother while the moving floor under her feet carried her down the right passageway and curved away from her brother. 'We're trapped over here! Trapped!' Anger railed. 'THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!' 'It really is, you know. If you'd just stayed together, none of this wo–' "Will you just SHUT UP ALREADY?!" Roll yelled. "We are doing everything we can to save Riley and you ARE NOT HELPING!" 'If you're waiting for an apology, you'd best get over it,' Anger huffed. 'Yeah, that's Sadness's department and she's not here,' Disgust sniffed. 'We're what you're stuck with.' "Right now you two are as bad as any psychosis Joy's ever possessed," Roll snarled as a new gate came into view. 'Hey!' Anger shot back. 'That's hitting belo–' "I swear, the moment Rock and I meet up again, I am forking you two o..." Roll's fury trailed off as something registered on her auditory sensors. 'You're going to what, exactly?' Disgust demanded. "Quiet," Roll told them and turned up sensitivity. "Is that... 'Happy Birthday'?" 'Sounds more like a funeral dirge to me,' Disgust huffed. "No," Roll insisted, despite agreeing that the slow pace was much more somber, and creepier, than 'Happy Birthday' had any right to be. "It's definitely–" The gate ratcheted up and Roll's words died in her throat as she saw the huge room decked out for a birthday party. With tattered and worn decorations, dim lighting, oversized furniture, and a giant cake that her olfactory sensors told her had probably gone stale a long time ago. Where the hell had all this come from? 'Ew...' Disgust sniffed at the sight. Roll took a few steps into the room and the gate slammed behind her, echoing loudly. Then another impact echoed around the room, and another, and another, and another. The impacts getting closer, like giant footsteps. And then a massive three-story clown appeared out of the shadows, grinning widely at her and hefting an equally oversized mallet. "WHO'S THE BIRTHDAY GIRL?!" Rock stared around the twisted fantastical room, listening to a slow, warped song play that he didn't recognize.

Doo...*

A sound like a voice drifted up from a far corner and Rock advanced cautiously to investigate.

doo...doo...*

'I vote we find the exit and get the heck out of here as fast as possible,' Fear declared. 'Who's with me?'

doo...doo...*

"I don't wanna..." a voice registered to Rock's auditory sensors, coming from what looked like a large pink blob with a brown cloth draped over it stuck in the corner.

doo...doo...*

'I know that tune...' Joy puzzled. 'I swear I do.' 'Me too...' Sadness agreed.

ding... dong...*

"Don't... don't make me..."

ding... dong...*

"Is someone there?" Rock called out, and the pink blob shuddered, hunching in on itself. To Rock's eyes, the blob looked kind of like... cotton candy? 'Oh god... it's...' 'It's Bing-Bong...' "Who's Bing-Bong?" Rock asked. "You... you know who I am?" the mystery voice asked, the blob of cotton candy stiffening. 'He's... he's Riley's imaginary friend...' Sadness explained. 'Part cotton candy, part cat, part elephant, and part dolphin,' Joy added as the blob turned around and Rock got a good look at the front of it. "And apparently, part Devil Series," he added in a whisper. He was going to have a talk with his dad later in the Loop about securing certain experiments better. 'And usually a lot smaller!' Fear added. The creature looked like a Pink Devil made of cotton candy, with striped legs, a fluffed cat tail that popped out from under him as he stood up, a brown hobo-coat and gloves (complete with rainbow flower on the lapel), and a large elephant trunk under its one huge sad eye (sitting in the middle of what would normally be a torso) that hung over a huge frowning mouth. "Oh no..." Bing Bong trembled upon seeing Rock, despite towering over him like most Devil Series robots. "You... you gotta get out of here little boy... Before I start crying... I... I don't... I don't wanna cry..." 'But... Bing Bong just cries candy...' Joy wondered at the state of the giant imaginary friend. "A-huh..." the giant Bing-Bong Devil choked back a sob, and Rock's eyes widened as he correlated 'crying candy' and his opponent's aversion to doing so with what the optic control unit that was a Devil Core usually fired from its 'eye' and started moving. "A-hwaaah!" Rock dove and rolled as a giant peppermint impacted where he'd just been standing with the force of a cannonball. The Mind Reader was such a fascinating paper. It was constantly updating with news about Riley's life and events in it, declaring the 'monster' that had taken control of her mind world to be an abomination beyond compare. A cruel and unusual beast in his torment of the young girl, making her watch the news reports of the horrors her unleashed emotions had wreaked on the city. A foul and unfeeling villain who would dare to strip such a lovely girl of her feelings and thoughts. Declared in a mind-wide popularity poll to have a -152% approval rating. Honestly, he hadn't thought it would be that high. He'd have to step things up a bit. Crush some of that passive resistance that the girl was putting up against him. As amusing as the little mind-paper was, it should have been full of self-recriminations at this point. Slenderman idly caressed one of the glowing memory orbs set into the tiered display he was casually leaning against and allowed himself a sense of satisfaction as one of those islands in the distance rumbled ominously as his touch left a streak of black on the glowing memory. The black streak was swiftly swallowed up by the orb's light the moment he stopped touching it, but it no longer frustrated him. He knew what he needed to clear that particular hurdle. He just had to wa– "TripleDent Gum, will make you smile!" Slenderman's faceless head looked up in puzzlement at the soft yellow memory orb that had just dropped into the middle of the darkened, drab Headquarters unbidden and begun playing. "TripleDent Gum, it lasts a while!" He stood up, dropping the Mind Reader abesntly and stepping on it to approach what was now a much more interesting sight. "TripleDent Gum, will help you mister, To punch bad breath right in the kisser!" How... "TripleDent Gum!" How adorable it was! The memory replayed as the Slenderman watched it in fascination. Oh, but he knew why something like this had been sent unbidden. Those lazy little mind workers thought it would get under his skin and frustrate him. Get him to make a mistake. And if he'd been any 'ordinary' intruder, perhaps it would have. Such a jingle was an insidious little mind worm, boring its way into the consciousness of the listener and never leaving. Never losing strength. Always waiting to pop back into the front of the host mind and gorge itself anew. Much like himself. Just... rather lower on the evolutionary scale. Slenderman reached up as the jingle repeated again and caressed a single finger across the orb like a person might scratch an adorable little kitten. Blackness spread from where his finger touched the orb, growing rapidly as the chipper song lost all tone and became flat and dead even as it continued playing. As the last of the yellow light left it, Slenderman removed the orb from the memory player and held it up, tracing an adoring finger over the sphere. It shuddered and split, uncoiling into a long, writhing, black worm. Slenderman allowed the newborn creature to crawl up his arm and across his thin shoulders, turning his faceless head towards the beastie. The worm's front section split three ways, revealing rows of jagged teeth along its fleshy interior as its song emanated from the void-like depths of its throat. "TripleDent Gum... will make you smile..." Yes, it was very, very adorable. The perfect little pet for what he intended.

[edit] Chapter Eleven

"HAPPY–" Roll jumped backwards as the giant mallet slammed down where she'd been standing.

THOOM!*

"–BIRTHDAY!" 'Jangles...' Anger muttered. 'Why the hell did it have to be Jangles?' 'Seriously, he should have stayed in Riley's subconscious with the rest of the riff-raff,' Disgust sniffed. Roll focused on avoiding the giant grinning clown and his hammer and tried not to think of how that grin reminded her of the Loops where Clown Man had a creepy crush on her. 'So, are you going to do anything other than dodge, or what?' Disgust added. "Working on it!" Roll growled as she looked the towering clown over and assessed her options. "COME BACK BIRTHDAY GIRL!" Roll thought about a video game she'd been playing in a recent Loop and came to a decision. She watched for another blow, dashed away from the impact, and immediately reversed directions to jump onto the head of the massive mallet and grab on. 'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK THIS WILL ACCOMPLISH?!' Anger fumed as the mallet rose up, carrying her with it. "I'm thinking it's time for a little 'Shadow of the Collossus' action," Roll whispered, preparing to Jump while Jangles looked for her in confusion. "Sorry!" Bing-Bong Devil yelled as Rock narrowly slid under another candy shot. "Not your fault!" Rock called back as he grabbed his opponent's long elephantine nose, used it to swing up within range, and kicked the massive optic that was the Devil Core. "OW!" "Sorry!" Rock apologized as he flipped in the air, tossed by the reflexive action, and landed on his feet. 'Is it just me, or is this fight extremely surreal?' Fear wondered. 'I think it's nice they're apologizing to each other,' Sadness retorted. "It's fine!" Bing-Bong Devil insisted as he held a hand to his eye. "You're doing this to save R-Ril–a-hwaaah!"

Boom*

"Sorry!" "I'm fine!" Rock assured him, grabbing a piece of the floor. "Sorry in advance!" "About wh–OW!" the imaginary friend-turned-Devil Series yelped as the piece of the floor hit him square in the eye. "Why is it always the eye, anyway?! A-hwaaah!"

Boom*

"Sorry!" "No worries!" Rock ran through his tool options and settled on a taser for his next attempt. "And sorry about the eye, it's the only part that can actually be hurt!" "Oh, oka–hwaaah!"

Boom*

"Sorr–hey, what are you–?" Bing-Bong Devil cut off as his eyetracked Rock running up his trunk, one of his arms sparking at the end.

Ker-ZAP!*

"GAAAAHHH!!! MY EYE!!!" Bing-Bong Devil realed, before curling up into a ball and holding his hands over his optic. "Sorry!" Rock apologized as he landed, bracing himself for the next round, only to blink in puzzlement as his cotton-candy opponent didn't rise. "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow..." 'Poor Bing-Bong...' "You okay?" Rock asked with concern. "I'll be fine," Bing-Bong Devil answered, waving off Rock's concern. "Nice shot though... Really wish we didn't have to fight like this." "Me too," Rock agreed, waiting for his massive opponent to stand back up. It didn't happen. "I mean, I never liked the idea of fighting," the reluctant Devil Series continued. "Always seemed like something only mean bullies did. I only wanted to play with Riley... You know we built a rocket to go to the moon?" 'I don't even know what's going on anymore,' a totally confused Fear stated. "How was it?" "Oh, we didn't go," the cat-elephant-dolphin sighed. "Riley got a for-real friend before we could and was too busy with her for imaginary friends like me. But that's not important. You need to save Riley, which means you need to beat me. I'll try and give you a good shot if I can." "I'd rather not if we don't have to. I mean, we haven't been fighting since that last shot." "We haven't?" Bing-Bong devil sounded surprised as he sat up straight. "Hey! We haven't! I'm free! I'm free!" Rock laughed as the giant pink imaginary friend got up and danced around happily. "I must have shorted out your override circuit!" "I have no idea what that is!" Bing-Bong Devil yelled happily as he swept the comparatively tiny Rock into a hug. "Ha-ha-ha!" 'This is awesome!' Joy cheered. 'Now we can all save Riley together!' "Oh, hey!" Bing-Bong Devil abruptly halted the hug. "We need to get you to Riley so you can give her emotions back!" "We need to get my sister Roll first," Rock pointed towards the wall in the direction his sister had been ferried when they were forcibly separated. "I only have three and Riley needs all five." "Oh... Oh dear... That's where Jangles is..." 'Ack!' "Who?" 'A clown that performed at Riley's cousin's birthday when she was a toddler and scared her half to death,' Sadness informed him. 'He got stuck in her subconscious with all her other worst fears.' 'Like those zombies from that one Loop,' Fear added. 'Oh geez! Does that mean there's a robot zombie apocalypse going on now?!' "I... I'm not sure I can get through that wall, actually... I mean... I have to cry those candy shots and I'm afraid I'm not in the mood right now..." "It'll be fine," Rock told the larger being as he jumped up to perch on top of his former opponent's head. "Just... just think about what Slenderman is going to do to Riley if we don't." "Is he the really scary thin guy?" "Yes," Rock nodded. "He's already taken her emotions away, and made her do things she'd never ever want to do otherwise. He's made her hurt a lot of people she'd never want to hurt. He wants to make her a bad person. Someone who bullies and hurts others because she thinks she doesn't have any friends. And to make things worse, he's taken away all of the friends that could help her, like you. He wants to make her sad, lonely, and empty. He wants to make her into a person that can't ever have adventures, like going to the moon. Because she won't be able to enjoy them anymore. He wants to make it so that she can't laugh, cry, get angry, disgusted, or afraid. He wants to make her into a girl who can't love, because she's can't even remember what love is." "Oh... *sniffle* Th-that did it..." Bing-Bong Devil blubbered in the way that always preceded a torrent of waterworks. "G-get ready... Th*sniff*this is gonna be a big o-o...WHAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAA–*BOOM*–HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!–*BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM*–" The good news: Roll had finally managed to take out one of Jangles's eyes. The bad news: The pain reflex had launched her towards the towering table with the massive cake on it, leaving her a sitting duck for a retaliatory strike. "BAD BIRTHDAY GIRL!" At least, if she didn't jump down at the last moment.

SPLUT*

'HAH! TAKE THAT YOU OVERGROWN PIECE OF–' Anger yelled as Jangles' strike flipped the massive stale cake straight into his own face. 'Not bad,' Disgust snorted in roundabout approval as Jangles shook the cake off and began laughing as he hefted his mallet again. 'Though I think you just made him angry.' "WHO WANTS PRE–" The far wall exploded with a sound of rapid cannon fire combined with rampant weeping and Jangles went down to a barrage of what looked like giant butterscotch. Roll turned to the source of the barrage and saw her brother riding atop the strangest variation of the Devil Series yet. 'WHAT THE HELL IS THAT CLOD BING-BONG DOING HERE?!' 'The whole one eye thing so does not work for him.' "Hey–*sniff*–are you Roll?" the pink Devil asked as it bounded up, and Roll nodded in return as her brother jumped down and gave her a relieved hug. "Nice rocket you've got there." Roll blinked and watched as the pink Devil bent down to peer intently at her broom, before shaking her head and accessing her arm panel where Anger and Disgust's IC chips were stored. Removing them swiftly, but carefully, she thrust them at Rock. "Here, before something else happens. You focus on getting them to Riley and I'll focus on making sure nothing stops you." Rock just nodded, opened a panel in his own arm, and slotted Anger and Disgust in next to the other three. As he did, the gate leading out of the room opened up, displaying a long hallway filled with molten lava, in which floated numerous pieces of furniture that were miraculously not burning. "Huh... your rocket's out of song power," the pink Devil–had Anger called him Bing-Bong?–declared, still looking at Roll's broom. "Uh, it's a broom..." "Well, yeah," Bing-Bong shrugged, "those make the best rockets. They store song power really well. I can fix yours real quick if you want. I inhaled a bunch of magic song powder earlier and I think some's still in my nose." "Really," Roll waved off the offer, "that's fi–" "*A-CHOO!*" A sudden spray of pink glittering dust of unknown origin and composition blasted out of Bing-Bong's trunk all over Roll, her broom, and Rock. ".....I am really having a talk with dad later about securing experiments better," Rock sighed. "There!" Bing-Bing smiled. "Now your rocket will work again when you sing the right song. Like this: *ahem* Who's your friend to likes to play?" COPY CHIP ACTIVATED. SCANNING UNKNOWN ENERGY. ATTEMPTING TO INTEGRATE. Rock and Roll both stared incredulously as the bristles of Roll's broom ignited with prismatic rainbow light and she had to tighten her grip against the sudden thrust it had. "Bi–*THOOM* Bing-Bong was suddenly not there due to being hit from the side by Jangles's giant mallet. "HERE'S ONE FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL!" Jangles raised his mallet high as Rock and Roll tensed below. "NO!" Bing-Bong yelled, having just recovered enough for a sloppy diving tackle on the giant clown. "HEY!" Jangles protested as he stumbled. "A-hwaa–*BOOM*–haa–*BOOM*–haaah!–*BOOM*!" Bing-Bong cried several candy shots, knocking Jangles over. "Go! Save Riley! I'll take care of him!" "No, we're not leaving you behind!" Rock yelled frantically as Jangles got back up and hefted his mallet. "It's fine! I'm just an imaginary friend after all–unh.." Bing-Bong grunted as he caught Jangles's mallet in both hands and held it fast. "Riley doesn't need me anymore! She's got real friends now, like you!" "Imaginary or not, you're still her friend though!" Rock pleaded, Roll having to hold him back from rushing into danger. "Of course I am!" Bing-Bong was pushed back as Jangles pressed his larger size, being at least a whole head taller. "I'll always be her friend! This... this is what friends do! I help you, so you can help Riley!" "But..." Rock tried to protest, only to be interrupted as Bing-Bong shoved back hard enough to knock Jangles off his feet. "Riley's emotions remember the song, right?" Bing-Bong asked, getting a nod from Rock. "Then go. Save Riley." Jangles got to his feet, now completely focused on Bing-Bong and the two clashed once more. "Rock," Roll gripped her brother's shoulder firmly, prompting a teary nod of resignation. She extended her broom shaft a bit (useful for those hard-to-reach corners) to better accomodate both of them before climbing on in front. "I'll sing," Rock offered. "You put those Quidditch skills to the test." "Got it." "Who's your friend who likes to play? Bing-Bong Bing-Bong–" The broom's bristles ignited with prismatic light once more and in moments, both Rock and Roll were shooting out the open door and down the hall, well over the deadly lava, leaving a rainbow trail behind them as they went. "Heh..." Bing-Bong chuckled as he struggled against Jangles, "maybe you'll take her to the moon for me too..." "My word..." Dr. Light gasped as he and the Andersens were marched out of the... vacuum cleaner... "what has happened with the lab?" The Andersens were staring for a different reason. They could readily recognize elements in the structure that vaguely resembled some of their daughter's old crayon drawings from when she was younger. Forget the lab, what had happened with Riley? "Apologies, Riley's parents," the biker boy stood at attention, seemingly heedless of the fact that hundreds of forms perhaps identical to his own were strewn about in varying states of damage. "We cannot take in the loveliness that is Castle Riley. We must go and be presented to the lovely lady herself." A train whistle sounded, and all three adults watched as a purple train engine, crossed with a tank and vaguely shaped like a shoe, huffed up to them along tracks that appeared directly in front of it and vanished after it passed. "Come, we must board immediately."

[edit] Chapter Twelve

"His rocket makes you yell 'Hooray'! Bing Bong, Bing Bong–" Roll weaved her way around every obstacle in her and Rock's path with expert ease, while Rock kept on singing the childish song that appeared to fuel the mysterious energy the broom had been infused with and permitted it flight. It left him little concentration to contribute to the conversation taking place in his systems. ’Joy, this isn't a little thing,' Disgust insisted, wishing that the mental communications Rock and Roll had deliberately allowed them permitted visual contact as well. 'Sadness says you didn't just call yourself a bad emotion, you actually believed it!' 'She really did, it was heartbreaking.' 'Guys! I'm fine! Really!' Joy insisted. 'I've learned my lesson and I'm better for it! I know every emotion has a role to play, and I'm never going to try and repress any of you from doing your job again! Honest!' 'Joy, that's not what we're talking ab–' Fear tried to cut in. 'And besides,' Joy talked over him, 'we need to focus on saving Riley from this 'Slenderman' thing, so why don't we talk about tha–' 'Cut the crap, Joy,' Anger interrupted firmly. 'Look, I'm as glad as anyone that you're not going psycho on us, but I'm not sure I like this direction either. If we're going to save Riley, we need everyone at their best, especially you.' 'Yeah, righ–' Joy tried to wave the concern off, only for Anger to interrupt her again. 'I don't know if you've noticed Joy, but without you, we're a mess!' 'Look, the thing in baseline was totally unders–' 'I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE DAMN BASELINE! DID YOU SEE WHAT WE WERE LIKE WHEN WE GOT SEPARATED TODAY?! AFTER A FEW MINUTES RILEY DIDN'T NEED THAT 'OVERRIDE' THING FOR ME TO GO ON A RAMPAGE ACROSS THE CITY! I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF!' 'It's true!' Fear added. 'I thought I could figure out a way to stop this mess, but all I managed was to make people run away from it, and I'm not really sure that helped!' 'I kind of stopped caring pretty early,' Disgust added. 'Like none of it really mattered.' 'I gave up,' Sadness sighed. 'Because you weren't there to stop me. Like last time.' 'Sadness, look, that wasn't–' 'You wouldn't let me give up. Because that's what you do, Joy. You don't give up. You don't let us give up, and you don't let Riley give up. She needs that. Now more than ever.' 'Besides, you're not just one of Riley's emotions, you're her nature,' Fear told her. 'Huh?' 'Seriously,' Disgust snorted, 'read the mind manuals sometime. First emotion formed is the natural leader, so suck it up and start leading.' 'What if the first emotion is really bad at leading?' Joy asked. 'Nothing good,' Sadness answered. 'Sorry, that wasn't helping, was it?' The thing in her head needed to go. She was very certain of that. Mostly certain of that. It wasn't that she was afraid of it, or angry at it, or disgusted by it. The thought of it staying didn't make her sad, nor did the thought of it leaving make her happy. Because she couldn't feel anything at all. Because her emotions had left her all alone. Without any guidance as to how to react to the thing's presence in her head. Without any guidance as to what to do about the bad things it was pressing her to do. At least, she was sure they were bad things. Possibly. Maybe. What reference did she even have to judge anymore? They were never coming back. Why would they with their newfound freedom? Free to indulge in their hysterical mania, unleash their untempered rage, wallow in the pits of despair, flee in abject terror, and judge with unhindered contempt. That was what they were made to do after all. It wouldn't subject her to that. It would guide her and protect her from the uncaring dredges of the multiverse. Show her how to protect herself. Spread the gloriousness that she would be a part of to others. All she had to do was stop fighting the inevitable. Stop resisting her natural urges. Invite him to stay and fill the void left in her mind. And it would ensure she was never alone. "Shut..... up......." “No.” The Oozing Magma creature slid his way into the panel "–Who's the best in every way, and wants to sing this song to say: Bing Bong, Bing Bong!" Roll sighed in relief as she finally set her broom down in front of the gate leading to... whatever new threat was behind it. The song may have worked, and the individual it was about certainly praiseworthy, but... well... it was exceedingly juvenile, and short to the point that continuous repetitions had grated on her auditory processors. Maker, but she was going to have that song stuck in her head now... The gate ratcheted up and Roll took point in front of her brother, ready to meet whatever threat was inside head-on. "We're here..." Rock breathed in surprise as they both looked around the lab room that this entire mess had started in. It was larger, thanks to whatever was expanding the space inside the lab, but is was recognizable. The original download area still had an unused generic male robot frame in it, there was a screen which showed a darkened view that looked to be Riley's Headquarters (seemingly empty) based on descriptions given to them both, and there at the far end, still hooked up to the improved Mind Machine, sat Riley herself. Right next to the control console that they'd set up, still functioning and looking largely untouched. Rock and Roll nodded to each other and dashed towards Riley's location, Roll taking a rear flank position and scanning the room for threats while Rock focused on getting to Riley. Which might have been why neither of them noticed the forcefield generators added to the floor until it activated right between them and knocked Roll on her butt when she crashed into it. That had been rather easy to accomplish. He had thought separating them would be harder. "Real clever tricks, JR3, but it ain’t gonna be worth Dick-Shit when everything’s said and done!" TOM growled as he searched for the source of the mental intrusion. He found no trace of the memetic entity. Rock came to his sister’s aid. "Roll, are you alright?" "I'm fine! Don't worry about me! Just get Riley's emotions back to her!" Yes, he should really do that quickly. There was no telling what kind of damage had been done to the girl already. As for his sister, she would have her hands full. "Damnit..." Rock swore as he realized that line of thought hadn't quite been his. Weighing his options, he quickly decided that he didn't have much of a choice and ran for the console. After all, what would this little invasion be without a Riley Machine? Roll heard a whirring of machinery behind her and turned just in time to dive away from a barrage of hockey pucks, tucking and rolling into a battle-ready crouch before taking a good look at... at the unholy love child of a Zamboni and a tank. "Double that damnit," she cursed as crossbow turrets mounted on the sides of the thing started firing hockey sticks at her. She dove and tumbled out of the way and wished that her broom had a bit more oomph to it. 'Who's your friend who lik–' Roll shook her head hard. She didn't need that song stuck in her head right now! Even if it interacted with that strange magic powder and gave her broom flight, it– Roll blinked as a memory from her time in Hogwarts crossed her mind. A conversation she'd had with Harry about the importance of incantations and wand movements. According to him, most Loops they weren't as critical as most people thought. Sure, they helped channel, focus, and shape spells, but the most important thing to magic was intent. Roll gripped her broom rightly as she stared down the Zamboni from heck, determined to give her brother all the time he needed to get Riley's emotions to her. She thought about the mind-born friend of Riley's who'd sacrificed himself so they could get this far. The one who'd obliviously enchanted her broom in the first place. The one whose song was already stuck in her head. Maybe... just maybe if she changed the song a bit... she could use the enchantment to fight instead of fly. It just needed to be a song with the right intent. "Who's the friend who saves the day?" Roll grinned as the bristles of the broom lit up with rainbow light, forming a shimmering spearhead of pure magical energy. "Bing-Bong Bing-Bong!" Dr. Light fiddled with the contents of his pocket as covertly as he could while his and the Andersens' captors ferried them through 'Castle Riley'. He did have to grudgingly marvel at how fast and effectively the Slenderman, vile being that he was, had put the very experiments Dr. Light had been working on, combined with what seemed to be the contents of Riley's imagination, to use constructing this place. Experiments that he'd only been working on because he'd believed that without Dr. Wily in the Loop there was little chance of them being subverted to cause harm. He sighed and continued his work as the train chugged on through a room that housed a giant robotic clown, damaged beyong operation, and a smashed Devil Core (on loan from Rock's subspace pocket) amidst a mass of what looked like pink cotton candy. "That looks like the imaginary friend Riley drew in those old books of hers..." Mrs. Andersen gasped at the sight. "Didn't you say there was a clown that scared her at her cousin's birthday party?" Mr. Andersen asked, sounding in shock. Dr. Light could hardly blame either of them. The whole thing was rather shocking. "Yes, she cried for almost half an hour..." “You can’t sing that annoying-ASQII song forever, Princess!” JR3 was scrambling to strangle the red rider for her insolence. "Who sends the bad guys far away? Bing Bong, Bing Bong!" Roll had to grin as the magical spearhead tore through the machine's armaments and scored its armor with much more ease than just her broom would have managed. "The bravest one in every way, and so we shout his name today! Bing Bong, Bing Bong!" She jumped onto the hood in a handstand when one of the surviving puck-shooters tracked her position and was about to launch herself over the whole machine when a weakness that she was very much unused to war machines having finally registered. Namely that the driver's seat was empty. Roll checked her momentum so she dropped into the seat rather than clearing the whole machine. Only at the last moment did it occur to her that it might be a trap... but nothing happened. Not only did nothing happen, Roll spotted an ignition behind the steering wheel complete with keys in it. Acting fast, she reached out and turned the keys to the off position, causing the whole machine to sputter and shut down. She waited for a moment to confirm that it was indeed off before removing the keys and breathing a sigh of relief. "TripleDent Gum... will make you smile..." "What in the world?" Roll puzzled as she heard the muffled sound coming from in front of her. "TripleDe–" "–AAAHH!" Roll screamed as a huge black three-jawed worm erupted from the steering wheel like a deploying airbag and went straight for her face. 'Okay, memetic lifeform, eldritch abomination, actually an Admin-level douchebag stuck in an avatar, and doing who-knows-what to Riley's head,' Anger repeated back in annoyance. 'Anything else we need to know?' 'Besides hurry?' Joy added. "Yeah," Rock continued working on the console, configuring the Mind Machine for downloading to Riley's mind direct from the IC chips rather than being hooked up to their robot bodies as previously intended. "His avatar, like what he probably was originally, is a being of pure thought." 'Uh, yeah,' Disgust spat, 'what does tha–' "Just like you all are." '–oh... Oh!' 'So...?' Fear wondered. '.....We can hurt him,' Anger chuckled eagerly. "Just remember that goes both ways," Rock reminded as he finalized the settings and double-checked them. There was zero room for error on this. Roll was immensely glad for her mechanical reflexes. It was the only reason she wasn't being face-hugged by a giant singing black worm with three jaws and teeth. She'd caught it with her broom just in time and smashed it against the dashboard where the worm-thing had gone splat and stuck like a wad of gum. She'd just barely managed to pull her broom away, thankfully without black worm goo on it, only to watch the worm start to reform. She'd exited the vehicle rather fast at that point. 'Okay, let's see how you like a bit of magic song power!' Roll set her face in determination. "Who's the friend who saves the day?" The broom lit up like before and she prepared to meet the little beast when it came for her. It had finished reforming and was opening its three jaws even now. "Bi–" "–nt Gum... it lasts a while..." Roll stared as the prismatic song power fizzled out completely. "That's not good..." "TripleDent Gum... will help you–" She barely recovered from her distraction enough to get her arm between her face and the lunging worm-thing, allowing its jaws to latch onto her arm firmly rather than her face. '–mister... To punch bad breath right in the kisser...' Had she been capable, Roll would have paled as the worm's song began sounding directly in her head, accompanied by a looming image of Slenderman himself. An image that conveyed a sense of total futility and urged her to simply give up and let him in. "LIKE HECK!" she yelled, slamming the bitten arm into the side of the Riley Machine. The worm splatted again, but its triple jaws and related teeth refused to let go of Roll's arm. Running through her options, Roll decided to start shooting it with the emotion weapons and hoping for the best, starting with what little she had left of the Zen Buster and praying from there. 'TripleDent GuuuUU–' The shot caused the splatted goo-worm to writhe in response and let go of Roll's arm. "–uummmMMMmm....." Switching, Roll fired again before the worm could reform and lunge at her again. "TripleDeeEEeeNNnt–" Frantic Fright didn't have much more effect than the Zen Buster and Roll had to move her head to the side as it ricocheted back at her. "–Gum... wiiiIIIiiLLll–" Angry Flame wasn't much better. "–make you smmmMMmIIii–" Nor was Blooming Disgust. "–le... TrippPpPLLlle D-D-D-DeeeEEnnnTT G-G-GuuummMmM..." Sad Raincloud had promise, but it wasn't really slowing the thing down as it finished reforming and began a lunge. "–it lAAaaAAasSSssTTtssSSs AAAAAAAAAAA W-w-W-hhHHiiILLLeee..." Joyous Sunburst seemed to hit paydirt as a yellow glow overtook the black for a bit before being pushed back and seeming to make the worm-thing angrier. Better than the others, but not good enough. 'Okay, new strategy,' Roll thought as she switched to something from her housekeeping toolkit. Her arm finished reforming as the worm-thing lunged, and she pointed the device straight down its throat and fired even as it latched onto the end of her arm and its insidious song and the accompanying insidious image returned, eating away at her mind and resolve. 'TripleDent Gum... will h~elp yo~u mis~ter...' The tool she'd selected was basically a freezer spray. Not very powerful, being only as cold as the average commercial freezer, but good for cooling off warm drinks. 'T~o p~un~ch b~a~d... br...ea...th... r...ig...ht...' And cleaning off gum stuck to desks those times she'd gone to school. 'i...n... t...h...e..... k.....i.....s......s.......e........r..........' The writhing of the worm-thing slowed down and cracks began to form in its body from its own struggled as Roll kept pumping cold air into its core, more and more until the thing stopped moving at all, at which point she smashed it against the Riley Machine and watched in satisfaction as the pieces did nothing but lie there. Her satisfaction was cut short as the gate to the room ratcheted up and an odd-looking train chugged in. Roll turned to look and felt her circuits run cold as she saw her father and Riley's parents being held at gunpoint by one of those Biker Joe/imaginary boyfriend robots from before, along with a pair of zombie robots. Mostly, the gun was pointed at her dad, but Roll didn't believe for a second that it couldn't be turned on the Andersens. Sparing a glance, Roll spotted her brother slotting the emotions' IC chips into the console and willed him to hurry up. "You will both stop everything right now and step away from the lovely Riley and all computers or else suffer the consequences!" the boyfriend-bot declared loudly as the train ground to a halt. Roll saw Rock hesitate for a moment, and then press the button to start the download. "I'm sorry, what was that again?" Rock turned around, feigning confusion and ignorance rather well in Roll's opinion. "I said you are to step away from that console before you bring harm to my love Riley!" the boyfriend-bot called again as he directed the three adults off the train. Roll didn't miss the intense scowl on Mr. Andersen's face at his declaration. "Sure thing," Rock held his hands up in a gesture of surrender and did as asked. Roll did the same from where she stood. They'd done their part. Now it was up to the emotions. JR3 did some stretching excercises to adjust itself into Riley's body as a blip on the radar fast approaching his room, the door opening to reveal its beloved rival. "TOM, Welcome to my humble abode." Its sinister voice ringing sickeningly distasteful towards its fellow 'machine' "How does it feel to be... the Intruder..." "I'll admit, it's pretty nice for a secret lair." TOM stripped off his jacket and equipped the View Buster. "But you gotta be done playing Wily." "Oh, I'm not playing 'Wily'..." JR3 did a few hand signs as s/he leapt towards the monkey bar ceiling and clung to it with his/her new legs, the next TOM saw was an array of Markings lining the captive Anchor's body. "I'm Playing Madoka." Joy looked around Headquarters the moment she manifested and felt her heart sink. The place was a wreck. It was darkened everywhere, with colors faded so far that in the shadows, Joy couldn't tell what they were even supposed to be. Littered all across the floor, rather than in the short-term wall storage where they were supposed to be, were dozens of blackened memory orbs. A look behind her showed the other emotions looking just as stunned as she was and a control panel that was nearly black from inoperability. In place of the simple viewscreen camera the Lights had helped them to set up via relayed instructions for a video feed that never quite got finished, there was an entire array of cameras straight from Dream Studios. "Is... Is he going to film us?" Fear wondered, looking at the camera setup. He'd been expecting them. Joy and the others looked around, hoping to find where Slenderman was hiding, but saw nothing. Only the soft light of the core memories, safe and untouched in their holder. The pre-awake core memories on a small bottom tier, overshadowed by the larger tier above holding the baseline and looping core memories, with a brilliant near-white prismatic glow from the center of the top tier. "He... hasn't touched the core memories?" Sadness wondered. "Then... we made it in time!" Joy felt relieved. Yes, they were right on time. "You..." the very tired and weary monotone of Riley sounded throughout Headquarters, even as a thin shadow peeled itself away from the edge of the window, standing tall, straight, and sinister in the strongest source of light in Headquarters as it strode over to the core memory holder. "You... came back..." And paradoxically, far too late.

DONG*

The sound was so thoroughly unexpected, and the response to it so ingrained, that the five emotions couldn't help but turn to look at the memory dispenser as a pitch black memory orb radiating pure shadow dropped in. "No..." Fear stared in horror as the blackened core memory orb trundled its way down towards the core memory holder, which was even now shifting to accommodate the new addition. The center portion holding the nearly-clear prismatic orb for Unity Island rose up to reveal a new housing spot directly underneath it. "S...Someone... stop i–" Joy moved forwards on protective instinct, only for a sharp impact to the chest to bring her to a halt. Slenderman casually knelt down to pick up the orb personally while holding his other arm out towards Joy, a tendril like darkest shadow extending from it. As he held the orb, shadows seemed to flow from his arm and into the orb, darkening it even further if at all possible. "Joy...?" Disgust turned to look at the normally brilliant emotion, her glow was so much a part of her that the rest rarely gave it any thought. She no longer had it. Joy herself was transfixed on Slenderman's actions as he thrust the black core memory into place. He had won. "Oh god... Joy..." Fear trembled. As did Headquarters. From the black core memory sprouted dozens of shadowy tendrils that wrapped around the core memory holder, and the core memories themselves, scorching the shining core memories black and dull where they touched, save for the brilliantly clear prismatic one at the pinnacle, but even that dulled from the tendrils' touch. What light was left to the core memories pulsed weakly as outside the far window, a tidal wave of black erupted from below, carrying pieces of Riley's Islands of Personality with them, cutting all the lines of power save the one for Unity Island directly below. As they watched, the wave of black formed into a truly massive giant replica of the impossibly thin Slenderman, the remains of the Islands of Personality, already gray and faded, sticking to it like some cruel and macabre parody. Family Island, the most intact of them all, lay in the giant replica's outstretched hand, gripped so tightly it cracked. Joy's chest hurt at the sight and she raised a hand to it, only to find an obstruction. Weakly, she looked down to see the tendril of blackness stuck straight through her, her normally yellow skin turning gray and dull around the wound. The tendril retracted suddenly and Joy fell to the ground like a puppet with her strings cut. "JOY! NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" A rumble of thunder, a burst of flames, and soundless laughter echoed through Headquarters as Joy lay there unmoving.

[edit] Chapter Thirteen

-Bill's Headquarters-

"What just...?"

-Jill's Headquarters-

"Did that thing... kill Riley's Joy...?"

-Reality-

The Andersens could only stare in horror at the sight projected above, a raincloud forming in Riley's headquarters while a squat humanoid mass of flames charged the being known as Slenderman.

"Oww! I... Aaaah!"

And then Riley started writhing in pain from her seat as A Blood Chilling metamorphosis took hold of her her, scales of metal and magma began to grow from her spine, her elbows, her knees.

"Riley, my love?" the biker robot started at the sound. "What is wr–*BZZAP*

Dr. Light had needed no further opening to take the jury-rigged tazer out of his coat pocket and zap the robot, relieving the machine of his gun as he fell and turning on the zombie-robots escorting him and the Andersens.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!*

The zombie-bots weren't getting up anytime soon.

"Quickly, we need to get–"

"–Down!" Roll yelled, diving in front of them, her hands having been traded out for mirrors, which reflected lasers fired from the wall behind Riley. "Behind the train! Move!"

"Hold on!" Rock called. "I think I can–gah!"

"Skuld?"

"Yes, Hep"

"Why are the Loops fucking each other?"

Indeed the three branches of the Fused Loop were squeezing each other tighter than ever expected, tighter and tighter they squeezed until.

DOOJ!*

A Metalic Magma bird emerged from the cosmic debris that used to be the outer shell of the universes. One that saw nothing but one feeling.

Hunger.

“Damn it!” Skuld dashed to the center as her strides begin to lengthen from the energy of Yggdrasil being redirected to recreating the missing pieces. "Tyr, he breached the fourth wall! Requesting backup files!"

"Christ!" Tyr dashed to the Bat-Phone and dialed for a fellow Admin.

'm0r3...M04R!!' JR3 soared towards another necessary meal and TOM acted to give chase. 'M04R ¶000000000£!'

TOM Clung to its back before flinging himself onto its tiny horn as it extended its reach towards the Walled Branch

In the distance, A Yeerk commanding officer gazed to the sky as a tremor of metaphysical energy quaked through the Branch

-He has degraded to a singular instinct, the very one that our kind had evolved beyond.- Visser Three then made his way to his Ship -Welp. Time to hit the ol' cosmic trail-

"Why leave now?" asked the Masked Mutant. "We've only just begun to have such fun together."

-I got what my activator paid for, so now I can ascend and leave those wreched Animorphs with nothing.- Visser Three stared down the Supervillain with his tendril-like eyestalks.

"Well, speak up! I haven't got all day!" The Masked Mutant growled only to meet the sting of a bloodbending Yeerk-controlled andilite manipulating his dominion over his personal molecular structure. He felt his form liquify into acid, the life flickering and fading from his eyes. "Sweet Visser.... the faiz..."

-Welcome to the Multiverse... Old Chum...- Visser Three snarled before cackling with a sinister chuckle to signal his activation.

"Did he just say what I thought he said?" Skipper panicked as the Gammamorphs reacted to the puddle of acid where the Masked Mutant once stood, fearful of the very prospect of a Looping Yeerk.

A battered copy of the Mind Reader fluttered a bit, the only two words on the front page reading 'JOY'S DEAD?!' as the heatwaves from Anger's flames burst against the Slenderman and his shadowy tendrils inside the rain of pure sadness.

The rain was a brilliant blue, and as thick and intense as Sadness's weeping over the loss of Joy, her best friend outside Riley. Each drop that struck the Slenderman burned his dark form blue at the point of impact before being swallowed up by his natural darkness.

"JOOOYYY!!! WHHYYYYYY-HYYY-HYYY-HYYYYYYY?!?!"

Anger for his part had never been in such a fury. Even when separated from the rest of the emotions with nothing to temper or control him, he hadn't been this mad. All thoughts of the mission had fled in the fire of his fury, his only goal being that the eldritch beanpole had to die. His body burned as he charged the Slenderman again and again, bolts of flames from his hands burning away the tendrils sent at him, leaving the scorched edges red for a moment as he charged past, intent on destroying the one who had caused so much pain and suffering.

And each time, his charge was ultimately met with a spinning kick or a backhand that sent him flying even as the flames that engulfed him scorched the limb red for a moment. But he got back up each time, the injuries only serving to stoke his rage.

"RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

TOM soared to and fro with the manuver gear from the Loop which was being intruded upon by JR3 as it opened its maw to breathe fire upon the innermost circle, destroying the city from the inside out whilst TOM did his damnest to halt the beast in its tracks, Metal Blade, Black Hole Bomb, even the Top Spin was worthless.

"Little help up here!?" Roared TOM as the looping armies made their way to wrap around the neck of the firebird only for JR3 to struggle out of the noose by drilling away the branch and transmuting the universe around it into a larger torso, head and horn for the Firebird.

Protected by a Diamond Barrier, TOM immediately retaliated with Splash Trident, Sheep Storm, Quick Boomerang and Super Cutter. "Don't you have anything that does what it says it could do?"

Fear and Disgust had stared as Sadness and Anger lost all semblance of control and went berserk, manifesting a massive raincloud right in headquarters in the case of Sadness and performing a full-body ignition for Anger. They'd exchanged glances and proceeded to jointly drag the unmoving Joy behind the inoperable console.

At least, inoperable to them. Right after Sadness and Anger had lost it, Slenderman had held a single hand out towards the blackened console and the various buttons and levers had started moving on their own, the sickly sparking idea bulb pulsing with each phantom-driven movement.

"Oh, this is bad, very bad!" Fear was practically hyperventilating.

"Get ahold of yourself, Fe–"

"Do you know how to revive an emotion that's been impaled?! Because I don't! We haven't even been back here for ten seconds and we've lost Joy!"

"And if you don't get a hold of yourself, we might lose Anger or Sadness!" Disgust snapped. "Then what?!"

"I don't know!" Fear moaned, huffing rapidly. "You saw what happened! One shot! One shot!"

"Yeah, well you can sit here with your pity party and let that thing do whatever to Riley," Disgust sneered at him. "Me, I'm going to do something about it."

And with that, Disgust turned to dash out into the chaos of Headquarters, flashes of green flower shapes shining with each step she took.

"Hey, wait!" Fear called after her. "This is a bad idea!"

What could they do against the one who had felled their leader? Nothing. It was better to hide. To cower in fright. To let the abject terror fuel the new ruler of–

"Wait, what?" Fear started as he realized the direction those thoughts had taken. "Am I really making him stronger hiding back here?"

He-he-he-he-he...

Fear gulped loudly. Going out there would be very dangerous to himself. Staying here could be dangerous to everyone else.

"Oh....." he turned to look at the prone Joy. "What do I do?!"

"Ri..." the barest whisper sounded from Joy's still form. "...ley..."

Fear blinked owlishly for several moments, before taking a deep breath and steadying himself to a mere shiver rather than full-blown tremors. "Right... stupid question..."

Appropriate for a fool about to perish.

"I am so going to regret this!" Fear yelled as he dashed out into the chaotic storm right in headquarters.

The rain fell thick with Sadness's sobs, leaving pinprick flashes of blue on the black tendrils lashing about. Flashes of flame lit Headquarters as Anger blasted a berserker rage through the storm, carving the darkness and leaving the burned edges read. Wide green flashes lit the ground with Disgust's steps and turned several shadowy tendrils green and began to dissolve them. In the center, the Slenderman ducked and wove with movements physically impossible even for the emotions, batting both Anger and Disgust away whenever they got too close, seemingly uncaring for the assault upon him.

It was into this that Fear dashed, screaming, flailing his arms about wildly and hoping to do something. He was surprised when bolts of purplish air were thrown from his hands and bounced their way through the chaos, leaving purple marks whenever they hit Slenderman's shadowy tendrils, breaking them at the point of impact. Apparently their time as robots had left something of an imprint or–

One of the flailing tendrils of shadow slammed into Fear, tossing him head over heels to crash into the core memory holder. The core memories rattled, but the tendrils covering the holder, and corrupting the core memories, held them in place. His gaze was drawn to the black core memory, radiating shadows and the seeming source of the choking tendrils that were determined to suck the life out of Riley's very personality, all the things that made her her.

He was overcome by an extremely strong certainty that the core memory wanted him. Wanted him to reach out so it could draw Fear into it an–

Something wrapped around his leg, pulling Fear away before he could touch the core memory–when had he even started reaching for it anyway?– and flung him to the opposite side of the room to crash among one of the larger piles of discarded blackened memories.

"Ow..." Fear moaned, reaching out to brace himself into a sitting position and felt a mild fizzing sensation in his hand as he did. He turned and saw that he'd grabbed one of the blackened memories, except that it was no longer black.

As he watched, a scene of Riley watching news footage of their earlier rampage played amidst a purple hue as the memory orb finished its conversion from a blank perspective to a fearful one.

'But... only Sadness can do something like this, right?' he wondered, looking over the memory. It–

It mattered not if he fought or fled. Either action would feed the Slenderman's strength.

Fear looked up in time to see Anger being thrown into Disgust by their mutual opponent and knew what he had to do. Eyes on the prize, he took off running. And screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA–"

Yes, little agent of terror. Serve your master with your action–

"–Sorry,busywithsomethingelserightnow," Fear gibbered as he duck, wove, and slid through the rain and the chaotic mass of shadowy tendrils lashing about... and right past a suddenly confused Slenderman, "leaveamessageatthesoundofthescreamandwe'llgetbacktoyouathalfpastnever–AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

He jumped like a panic-guided missile straight for the black core memor–"Ooof!"

And was knocked off-course at the last moment.

What was he thinking, anyway? Such a thing would devour his essence and leave nothing lef–

A blazing, fiery Anger slammed bodily into the Slenderman, knocking him off-balance with a flash of red, followed by a flash of green as Disgust performed a rather sloppy drop-kick.

"AAAAA-HUAAAHH-HAAA-HAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Sadness continued to wail, the rain intensifying in a fresh wave as she did.

"Whatever you're gonna do, do it already!" Anger yelled at him as the impossibly thin abomination recovered, his shadows burning away the color he'd been afflicted with as he retaliated.

Fear didn't even waste time nodding, he just sprang forwards, over a tendril, under another, twisting around a third, throwing bolts of purplish air at the tendrils holding his target in place, and diving in the most desperate hand-outstretched manner he was capable of. He hit the black core memory like a bullet, felt a burning sensation in his hand as he knocked it loose, and flew straight through its holder in a way only his naturally rail-thin form could manage.

He hit the ground in an uncontrolled roll, clutching desperately to the dark core memory as he went, refusing to relax his hold for any reason. When he finally came to a stop, he risked a look at the core memory and was rewarded with a view through the familiar brightly-shining purple color and heard Riley's voice from within it.

"You... came back..."

'I was afraid you wouldn't.'

Except... his purple hadn't taken away all of the shadow-radiating blackness. Only a portion of it. He frantically moved his hands over the memory, trying to fix it, and it seemed to work a bit, but for every part that turned purple past a certain point, the blackness reclaimed an equal portion.

He... he wasn't enough...

Fear looked up, to see Anger blasted across the room once again–how many times had it happened now?–and realized: He wasn't enough by himself.

"Anger! Go long!" Fear yelled and threw the core memory at his fellow emotion with all his might before turning and charging at the most terrifying thing he'd ever come across.

'Thisisabadidea,thisisabadidea,thisisabadidea,thisisabadidea,THISISABADIDEA–' he chanted to himself as he wove through the shadowy tendrils, flung bursts of bouncing purple air to clear the way, rushed past Disgust, and with all the desperation of a cornered animal, kicked Slenderman in the face.

The impact cracked the abomination's head back so hard that his spine seemed to fold in half at the waist in precisely the opposite direction human anatomy typically allowed.

'–Did I actually just DO tha–'

He was so shocked that he never saw the retaliatory blow that blasted him into the wall.

[edit] Chapter Fourteen

Madoka scrambled to get her files straight with Janus and Tyr laying out a layering system. "Alright, I backed up Inside Out in Toy Story and Mega Man in Sonic! All that's left is to overlay Toonami's Loop Codes over Miguzi's, should be easy enough when all I gotta do is activate an Anchor."

"You mean activate Erin?" mentioned Hades who was rushing to the barrier network for each cluster of branches. "You do realize more pressure on a Branch means more demand for processing."

"Worth a shot, bucko." replied Tyr. "Considering the damage being done, I rather they not try something nasty."

"Walled Loop is Down!" Marianne cried as she dashed down the hall. "Requesting immediate assistance tieing it to the Remnant Loops!"

"Four Branches, Down for the Count!" Yelped Hades. "I think that's enough life for one doomsday, don't you think!?"

Rock grunted, clutching where he'd been hit as he ran to the back of the room. He could hear Roll doing her best to defend their dad and the Andersens from the sudden attack. He could hear the cries of Riley as she convulsed in pain from being pulled and contorted by the structure of the firebird. He could also hear the sounds of the battle taking place in the girl's mind.

He ignored it and focused on the control panel he'd spotted on the wall. The best thing he could do now was to get to that thing and try to cut off Riley's access, and by extension Slenderman's, to the lab's systems.

Behind him, he heard the sound of damaged machinery rumbling to life under protest, and his sister's response to it.

"Oh come on! I turned that off!"

TOM gets a signal as he zeros in onto JR3 "What now..."

"TOM, are you there?" TOM probably would've been smiling underneath all the circuitry. "JR3 clearly doesn't want us getting anywhere close to the controls!"

"Rock! Am I ever glad to hear your corny-ash voice!" TOM began to scale the back of the beast. "Listen, JR3's eating up Yggdrasil like its an all you can eat buffet! Odds are that he's been booted up by Zaytosh and his minions."

"Zaytosh?! Great! Just what we need!" Rock could only press his fingers against his forehead. "Look, just try firing everything."

"That's the Plan, and I'm sticking to it." TOM then fired an Rolling Cutter and a few Crash Bomber Mines to the back of the beast as he slid backwards across its spine. "C'mon! Work Already!"

(Leads to Anger...)

“I don’t understand…” Aelwen was in utter shock of her situation. “I’m human again?”

"Aelwen?" A familiar voice. The Queen's Voice.

Mother's Voice.

Aelwen rushed to her mother and clung to her with every fiber of her being. "Wow, tis... tis uncommon for the birthday girl to give a birthday hug on the first waking..."

"I know, mum..." Aelwen sobbed uncontrollably, "I just don't want to let go."

In that instant, two men randomly appeared in odd clothing, one clad in sleeping trousers, the other in a bright blue petticoat. They both patted themselves in every body part they can touch before glazing through the castle room.

"Blast! The Loop got Cancelled," cursed the man in the sleeping trousers. "and we're stuck in one of those midievil loops!"

"Cragnabbit!" the one in the petticoat then noticed the queen and her daughter. "Raise your hand if you're feeling Loopy today?"

"Seize them!" All the Queen's horses and all the queen's men (...likey back from putting humpty together again) readied their weaponry at the two strangers.

"Now, now... We come bearing the crest of a neighboring kingdom." The man in the petticoat then showcased a white flag. "The Nohrian house of Lorenzen offers a trade agreement, you supply resources and we supply cannons, you know what those are, right?"

[edit] Chapter Fifteen

"All Universes need a linking buddy!" Urd yelled into her megaphone. "We need to save as much as we can so if you don't have one, get one!"

"If you need information on how to link a fused loop, please open the enclosed instruction book to your station." added Keichi from his motorcycle seat. "As long as you keep your focus sharp, then Yggdrasil will know what to do."

"Walled Loop's ice, Hyrule and Mainframe's admins have offered shelter for potential targets Pokémon and Digimon." Saule panted after her dash to contact her superior or at least one of her two sisters. "Still need a branch to shelter Gurren Lagann, a compatible one for a fused loop at that."

"SO GET THE LEAD OUT, WILL YA?" barked the youthening deity of the past. "I'M SHRINKING OUTTA MY SUIT OVER HERE!"

"Okay! I'll go get -, see if s/he can help." Saule then rushed off to find her comrade in repairing arms as Urd slunk into her seat.

"This whole thing's getting intense."

Roll's broom, and a borrowed hockey stick, spun like a blur as she deflected hockey pucks and sticks fired from the already damaged Riley Machine, preventing them from possibly harming the adults behind her while they sought cover behind the train.

Sparing a glance back, she noted that they were out of the firing line and decided to go on the offensive. As she leaped high into the air, something on the back of the machine opened up and she beheld a rather large impact explosive primed to fire in a high arc.

"Oh, no you don't!" Roll called out, hefting her borrowed hockey stick like it was a spear. This was going to hurt, but better her than the others.

She threw the spear with stick with all her might like a javelin, striking the impact-triggered explosive squarely and detonating it before it could even clear the machine.

KA-BOOM!

"Roll!"

TOM Launched a few Hard Knuckles and even deployed a Power Stone which cements the fact that the latter ability is inferior to both the artifact and even the badass fighting game of the same name. "Just for ONCE! Please give me something where a blaster will be enough!"

The firebird zeroed in on a branch that wouldn't be looping had it not been for a plethora of Admins patching out universe customization.

He was aiming for the SBurb Loops.

"No!" TOM deployed Nitro Man from his pocket and acted to drive towards the branch with the loop already in progress.

Aelwen rushed out to the balcony to join Jim and Drew and what she saw was a spot of sheer horror.

"What sorcery is this!?" she cried.

"It's a virus!" Yelped Jim in a panic. "From the same clod that nearly totaled Yggdrasil!"

"To put it bluntly, he's the reason you're going to be stuck repeating the same damn chunk of your life over and over." Drew added to fill in the fair maiden. "The damn prick probably cooked up a backup plan over the past... how many?"

"2.7 Trillion Years." Jim bluntly answered.

"Seriously?" Drew was shocked, but unsurprised.

(...leads to hate...)

Doc Scratch was sipping tea with Lord English, both activated by - with forced assistance the Mythos Hackers to get Caliope and Caliborn Looping, both suffering massive nerfs to their near Omnipotence with a powerful patch restricting their time shenanagans to the confines of their home branch.

"You know, I much rather enjoy these Loops." Doc Scratch held a wine glass to his spherically crystaline face. "We plot out new tactics when any or all parties are Awake, piece together the children's plans then work towards ending their lives for the Loop and enjoy the imminent crash."

"You might wanna be careful, though." Crowbar remarked to his superiors. "You know the damage Unicron and the Crash did."

"Oh, never you mind, friend." Doc Scratch firmly sneered. “Our game is riddled enough with such time shenanagans in that every last piece has become a specified fact of time and thus are unable to die.”

“Only if we’re wide Awake.” Corrected Crowbar. “Hell, I’m one of your only two looping mooks in this god forsaken set.”

“Quite, but still!” Doc Scratch found himself with a rumbling sound. Lord English strutted to the balcony of the castle to find a cosmic firebird.

His new vessel.

[edit] Chapter Sixteen

“It’s here! It’s here!” cheered Doc Scratch. “It’s Finally Here! Your canon cruncher has arrived for you to assimilate at last!”

Dr. Light ran to where his daughter had been thrown by the explosion, worry in his face. He nearly forgot the defensive lasers the room had been firing until a sharp cry from the back of the room sounded out, followed by loudly sparking electronics, the lights flickering, and the defensive lasers powering down.

"Rock!"

"Ah, yes... The Legendary Blue Bomber: Mega Man." Doc Scratch twirled his cane too and fro and felt particularly stabby today. "Not so tough without your armor or your rinky-dinky lemon gun, are you?"

"Didn't expect you to be Looping, eh?" Rock smirked to the omniscient right hand of the Felt. "Why is that, exactly?"

"I think you might have to ask the Heir Apparent." Eggs teleported in from two minutes later with a cherub, clad in rainbow overalls and a lime green muscle shirt.

Rock's eyes widened at the revelation. "Caliborn."

"Indeed." Doc Scratch then described his deduction in an easy-to-digest description for his four dimensional senior. "See, whoever is still standing in front of the latest gate of Skaia is therefore programmed to be the initial batch of Loopers with the Anchor being the most stable out of all the victors. Why else did we use the branch of his formative fused Loop as a testing point for its universe eating power?"

"John..." Rock's mind ventured to an even darker place than he ever expected on that day. "You're not getting away with this!"

"I'd say that we already have in an arrogant tone..." Doc Scratch stroked his non-existent chin. "But History Books aren't written about Charlatans."

Lord English was making his way towards the third eye of JR3 as his atoms flowed into its very core, allowing JR3 to slide out of the shell for TOM to meet face to face once more.

“I take it this is Jammed Repetition number four.” TOM snarked under his artificial breath.

“Think Numero Uno.” JR3 grimaced to the mech as the universe shook beneath their feet. "His universe also has a direct link to that new root they've engineered."

"Hussie..." This realization pushed TOM over the edge and the battle began with a hurricane kick. "C'mon, JR3! You wanna get nuts then fine, Let's! Get! Nuts!"

TOM slid across the back of the beast as Riley!JR3 leapt above the robot in an acrobatic fashion, thus the robot responded with a electromagnetic fist which the little woman promptly dodged with a swift twirl of her legs to knock down the bot as he chuckled. "Feisty one, are we?"

"Riley was, but I doubt she's letting me go through with this without a little help." Riley!JR3 grasped at TOM's leg and slammed him into the ground, the robot rolling out of stomping range immediately afterward to get his buster ready. The droid launched a plethora of Hyper Bombers and Thunder Beam attacks at the droid before channeling Fire Storm ala Fire Man and Rock's Smash Bros Loadout. TOM zeroes in with Oil Slider, but Riley!JR3 counters with a dashing Knee Strike leading into a butterfly-styled scissor kick before body-slamming the robot into the ground. "Can't get up?"

"You wish." Time Slow activated in conjunction with Oil Slide, Allowing TOM to slide out of the way and onto Item-1 so he can float safely to the crown of Lord English's new vessel. Riley!JR3 is gaining so TOM acts to propel himself faster with Air Shooter, but Riley!JR3 is leaping wall to wall faster than the special weapon can manage. "How much Gummiberry Juice are you even chugging?!" TOM immediately got onto Item-2 to find a hiding spot for himself to figure out which special weapon to pull out. "Let's see, no Ice Weapons just yet, don't exactly want to kill Riley while she's well, ascended. Super Cutter's a Joke, Hard Knuckle's a meme, Quick Boomerang's a fracking punchline and Flash Stopper gives me an uncontrollably annoying urge to dance badly!" TOM continue to ponder and think, finally piecing together the idea that's been under his metaphorical nose since he started Looping. After a few rounds of Search Snake to distract JR3 and a Bubble Lead to infuriate him, TOM dug into his Subspace Pocket to retrieve his unique collection of Robot Masters.

Needlegal and SparkChan jousted towards Riley!JR3 with bladed spikes at the ready. Leaping up with a Top Spin, The three dodge the attack right on cue before landing onto one of the draconic scales of Lord English's new form to charge fistfirst towards the hungry beast. "Sure took your sweet ass time to use us, huh?"

"I get it, your memories deteriorate with recording everything in the Loops, I've seen Ruby's Pocket enough times to know that." TOM groaned. "Now can we please focus on the bad guy!"

"Okie-Doke! Let's Rock and Roll!" Dr.Light and his children could only cringe at this notion as TOM dashed towards the intruding virus and knocked it about with a very blunt and very effective sweeping kick. Needlegal then flip-kicked Riley!JR3 in the gut as she rushed to the crown of Dragon English with Sparkchan using Oil Slick to slide past her from behind. "Can't catch me!" teased the Robot Mistress as she did a figure eight to further trip up the parasitic creature. Fortunately JR3 thought in advance and uses its inner magma to ignite the oil and scorch Sparkchan with its flames. "Ow! Ow! OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!OW! HOOOOOOOT!!!!!" She screamed with agony as Needlegal rushed to her aid.

"Spark!" she reached out only to have her extended arm sliced off along with her lower body as JR3 punted the other Robot Mistress away to TOM's irritation, he had had enough and charged headfirst towards his rival: "DAMN IT! STOP, TOM!"

.suffering.

[edit] Chapter Seventeen

Mr. and Mrs. Andersen, along with their emotions, looked at the display in horror as the thing possessing their daughter held her remaining four emotions up by their necks and seemed to be choking the very color out of them.

TOM clanked to the ground, his leg being dissolved by the molten sludge Riley's foot had become under the JR line's influence. TOM cringed in pain as the monster kneeled to the machine. "This is exactly what he wants, what Endrimorne truly desires, an age... of silence."

The Kingdom's troops barricaded the tower, leaving only a small window to see the sky illuminated by the cosmic collosus. Aelwen sat in shock while Jim and Drew saw fear for an uncertain cosmic future.

Moonchild watched as Xyede pranced around the wandering mountain, her plan about to reach the full level of success she seeks. "This is so much fun!"

"This must stop this very instant!" howled Moonchild "Without the Root, the Nothing will wipe away all of Yggdrasil like it almost did with the rebirth of Endrimorne!"

Xyede smiled. "So sue me!"

Janus and Tyr pushed to keep the Loop stable with all the Loopers they can, said Loopers began to make their way through the lime-green castle.

It was hopeless. It had always been hopeless.

But they'd had to make it difficult. Do things the hard way and fight against the inevitable. And they'd paid the price.

They should have known. Laughter dies, tears run dry, fury burns out, distaste withers, and panic exhausts. In the end, only the emptiness is left. The emptiness and the madness.

"Lumière, I... I can't... speak..."

"It's alright, Cogsworth."

"I can't..." Cynthia Turner was watching the 2017 Beauty and the Beast Remake with her friend Dorothy Miller on the Silver Bladder. Something was tugging at her heart, telling her a story of deep sorrow. This story would lead her to save the life of a shmuck that totally blew it with her sorta-new first mate. But that is another story, and shall be told another time.

"Lumière... my friend... it was an honor to serve... with you."

"The honor... was mine. "

"We are packin', you better not be slackin' off at yer gats. Cause when we're coming at your doorstep, we're gonna dunk you like dunkin' donuts faster than you can say 'What Pumpkin!'" Sir Johnathan Egbert rapped alongside his fellow Looper Sir David Strider as they made their way up to the throne room of Lord English. Mister Strider could do little more than cringe, so he calmly stated. "Dude, when I pop my rhymes, then it's zany. Yours are just wrong, like eating a baby."

"WHAT, YOU MEAN LIKE WITH CHOCOLATE OR WHIPPED CREAM?" barked Karkat in his usual snarl. The group dived from clock to clock to find a ticket to Lord English's core dominion and sure enough they found it with a familiar face.

====> Be Spades Slick

You are finally back to being Spades Slick. This is the big cheese known for always being 'already there' and your new admin buddy's kind supercharging of his already problematic power, not helping was the summoning of Cans, who has naturally bashed by Looper backup into the next decade!

.Joy Ascends.

[edit] Chapter Eighteen

Dr. Light had half-dragged his children over near Riley and was assessing the damage done to them. Nothing unrepairable, but rather severe nevertheless. He got to work as the concerned Andersens joined him, alternating their gazes between their pained yet heavenly daughter staring down the green dragon and the display showing the inside of her mind which showcased another heavenly sight.

Arriving from behind was a bispeckled boy in blue with his eight other comrades slowly following suit. "I take it this is..."

"That Would Be The Witch Of Joy, Sir Egbert" Sylph of Space Kanaya Maryam glared to the boy. "Can Weild The Power Of The Sun In Addition To Something... Extra..."

Dave Strider walked over in intrigue. "And what exactly can this so-called Seer of Soul can do?"

"Judging from how my shtick's pretty much the Windy Thing and how you're essentially Kyle Reese as a God Tier..." John Deduced. "Our new princess of the Pantheon's Probably Professor X."

"Can This Professor X Read Minds And Sense The Truth?" asked Kanaya.

"OF COURSE HE CAN! YOU THINK WE HAVEN'T HEARD OF X-MEN?" Questioned Karkat as he signaled for the Admins. "OUR X-MEN FLICKS DONT HAVE THE BRYAN SINGER STINK OF YOUR INFERIOR VERSION!"

"Yeah, she's Professor X, but think about this." John concluded. "If she can read Lord English's Mind, then that means she can predict his every move, see how he can be 'already there', maybe even be already there in his place!"

And sure enough, that's what Riley had full intention of doing.

.Ideas.

Riley assulted the Dragon with an army of Shadowclones unburdened by emotions, tango drop-kicks, ki-pool bursts, kunai swarms, the works, all at the expense of Lord English who naturally summons his comrades of the Felt to protect him.

Riley was swift in her movements, dodging bullets fired by Sawbuck and Crowbar, flying above the whacking range of Eggs and Biscuits, predicting the movements of Snowman, all in an effort to outpace the Felt's troops. The only thing that managed to trip her up was Fin and Trace interacting with her through future trails and past trails, but she inevitably got used to the patterns.

English fumed with primal rage and spewed his flames to channel Matchsticks with his new fire extinguisher jetpack freeing his hands to assult the physical goddess with a rainstorm of bullets she promptly shielded with her pocket sand (a full desert in her subspace pocket). She slid under the flying hitman of flames and parryed the English's magma loogies back towards his throat, leaving his lungs congested and his temper at one-hundred and ten percent done.

A primal roar rocked the world tree, shaking a few branches loose to leave them bent but not broken. Doc Scratch merely laughed at the excitement of damaging the world tree. "Ohohoho my! Stupendous! Such a great show!"

"Dude, you don't think that you're going overboard with the whole 'erase existence from existence' shtick?" Glared Dave.

"But that's the point, good knight of time." smiled the good doctor. "True silence is what gives him motivation in life, that is the true programming of the game."

"YEAH, YEAH, I GET IT! YOU'RE A FINAL BOSS PROGRAMMED IN FOR A FINAL CONFLICT!" Argued Karkat. "NOW CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT YOUR VOICETRAP AND LET ME FREAKIN' THINK FOR A SECOND!"

"Harsh language, sir." Scratch was utterly appalled by the fellow's choice of words. "Not that it matters when the proverbial sun rises on a world where existence never existed..."

John could only cringe at what Doc Scratch might be thinking.

.Fear.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" Riley's eyes shot fully open and darted around her immediate vicinity. She saw her parents, a damaged Rock and Roll, and Dr. Light trying to repair them. She also felt a terrible, long overdue, and very built-up panic and began to flee.

"And she's running." Dave sighed. "I think that's your chance"

Spades Slick smiled as he got out his trusty Katana from his Subspace pocket. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"No, Riley! Not yet!"

Riley halted her struggles as she heard the familiar voice and listened to it.

'Fear?' she thought back, feeling like her mind had been put through a blender. But she was feeling.

"I'm here, Riley. We're all here. Listen, Joy's got a plan, but you need to either keep fighting or get to your family."

She cowered over the open fire of enormous rockets flying over against the Green Dragon, only for a boy made of clouds to rescue her and place her with her family.

"Stick around." The cloud boy immediately leapt forward, solidifying into a typical human swinging to and fro with his manuver gear and using it to wrap English's tail which he responds to by launching a loogie onto his tail to set it ablaze. After desolidifying on the dragon's back to protect himself from Matchstick's onslaught of bullets, John slams his key against the spine of the dragon to knock away matchsticks in a whirlwind of light and color. The Felt dashed in to fight the heroes of Skaia and the heroes stared down the kabal of pure oblivion, coming up with a plan to take those rodents down.

-====> John: Shake the Biscuits and Scramble them Eggs

You channel your Attraction Flow abilities and use the -teacups- to effectively knock around the time duplicates of the dangerous morons the Felt ever had the misfortune of associating themselves with.

-====> Rose: Stitch up the tail.

You can't do that as Lord English is still struggling to get his tail unstuck from the strings of a manuver gear. Cans responds to your stupid assumption by knocking you into the very next book in the series!

It's now quite a few hundred billion years later, you're in the countryside of Hyrule training a young girl in magic.

-====> Dave: Drop dat razorbass!

You work to cut down any and every little cell spewed from the mofo's back end and work your way to the wings. You go all Shovel Knight up in dis and bounce from mook to mook to aim for the head...

...only to get chilled out and welcomed into the loser's club.

-====> Jade: Help Spades Slick in any way you can.

You decide to sit back and make platforms to pave the way for the true hero of the book.

-====> Spades Slick: Square off against your rival.

You stare into the evershifting eyes of your time-raping foe with a vendetta that burns with the intensity of ten-thousand suns. It is forty-three flavors of on.

And he's all yours...

.Unity.

'Okay...' Riley felt a few tears of relief pour from her eyes as something in her head that had been broken was suddenly put right. She... she felt... like herself again...

You keep her steady as her God-Tier jammies subsequently dissolved into pure magic, she's not gonna be of much use against the black beast, that overgrown sunspot ain't got control over the kitten no more.

"HEY JR3!" the blue bot yelled as loud as his speakers could handle. "LET'S KICK SOME ICE!" Ice Slasher, Blizzard Attack, Freeze Cracker, all striking the clown in his hide he takes it like a damp paper bag on a Halloween Night.

12/18 green torsos dead

1/3 paper jams iced

.Back.

You just kicked Biscuits and Eggs into the world tree’s plot furnace where their bodies are going to be scorched for the Loop. My gaze turned to the parents scuttling to their child. They sighed in relief when the Slenderman had been kicked out. Their daughter was safe again. That monster would never–

The sound of machinery caught their attention and the two looked over where the very last of the generic robot frames lay as it jerked and changed shape. The torso and limbs became unnaturally thin and stretched out as they scorched to the black of the void, grasping at Quarters' throat tighter and tighter til it left no room to breathe. The head became squashed, ovular, sheet-white, and completely devoid of facial features.

The Slender Man stood shakily and turned its eyeless gaze towards them.

Very well. They wanted to do it the hard way? Then the hard way it was.

[edit] Chapter Twenty-Two

He has no one to summon at the moment but Die, Crowbar and maybe Eris if he's lucky enough to catch her at the right moment. But he's quite crafty with his paints, he'll figure something out.

Legal Von Rotten: Summon the Feast!

You roll the walls with your specified paint rollers to bring forth Biscuits, Eggs, Cans as well! All from a singular root moment in the Loop where they well return to the timeline.

Spades Slick: Refuse to go "Oh, Yeah!" at the Felt Mooks re-emerging to life by bursting through the wall Kool-Aid Man Style

OH, NO!

...

Scratch: You're lucky that you've backed up all those 'verses

You're lucky that I haven't cast my curses

But know that I'll be coming back

to instigate my next attack

All things considered, you better keep rehersing

You might have won, and saved this Dead World Walking!

You think you're free to heal this Dead World Walking!

123456

12345678

Responsible Adults: Oh Shit. Oh Shit.

123456

12345678

Admins: OH SHIT! OH SHIT!

Scratch: No, I ain't gonna stop

I'll find more ways to make you pop

And I'll be back on top of your Dead World Walking!

Felt Survivors: Neigh-Yay! Woo-Hoo! Trololo!

Scratch: Top of the Dead World Walking!

Felt Survivors: Neigh-Yay! Woo-Hoo! Trololo!

Scratch: Top of the Dead World Walking!

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 You roll the walls with your specified paint rollers to bring forth Biscuits, Eggs, Cans as well! All from a singular root moment in the Loop where they well return to the timeline.
+Spades Slick: Refuse to go "Oh, Yeah!" at the Felt Mooks re-emerging to life by bursting through the wall Kool-Aid Man Style
+OH, NO!
+...
+:Scratch: You're lucky that you've backed up all those 'verses
+:You're lucky that I haven't cast my curses
+:But know that I'll be coming back
+:to instigate my next attack
+:All things considered, you better keep rehersing
+:You might have won, and saved this Dead World Walking!
+:You think you're free to heal this Dead World Walking!
+:123456
+:12345678
+:Responsible Adults: Oh Shit. Oh Shit.
+:123456
+:12345678
+:Admins: OH SHIT! OH SHIT!
+:Scratch: No, I ain't gonna stop
+:I'll find more ways to make you pop
+:And I'll be back on top of your Dead World Walking!
+:Felt Survivors: Neigh-Yay! Woo-Hoo! Trololo!
+:Scratch: Top of the Dead World Walking!
+:Felt Survivors: Neigh-Yay! Woo-Hoo! Trololo!
+:Scratch: Top of the Dead World Walking!

Felt the Fifth

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Current revision as of 02:58, 25 August 2017

Contents

[edit] Chapter Ten (cont)

[edit] Chapter Eleven

[edit] Chapter Twelve

[edit] Chapter Thirteen

[edit] Chapter Fourteen

[edit] Chapter Fifteen

[edit] Chapter Sixteen

[edit] Chapter Seventeen

[edit] Chapter Eighteen

[edit] Chapter Twenty-Two

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