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[edit] The Hitchhiker's Guide to Infinity (Franchise)

HitchHiker's Guide to Infinity (Book) > HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Perpetual Phase (Radiodrama) > HitchHiker's Guide to Infinity (Film)

Megaman Invert (Fangame) > HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Emotive Phase (Radiodrama) > The Impeccable Doctor Riley (Book)

[edit] Radio Show

[edit] Perpetual Phase

• Fit the Twenty-Seventh
• Fit the Twenty-Eighth
• Fit the Twenty-Ninth
• Fit the Thirtieth
• Fit the Thirty-First
• Fit the Thirty-Second
• Fit the Thirty-Third

[edit] Emotive Phase

• Felt the First
• Felt the Second
• Felt the Third
• Felt the Fourth
• Felt the Fifth

[edit] Playful Phase

[edit] Inked Phase

[edit] Film Screenplay

[edit] So Long, and thanks for all the fish

OVER DARKNESS...we hear what we will come to know as the VOICE OF THE GUIDE.

GUIDE VOICE

Yggdrasil, the home of the most powerful supercomputer ever created, managed by the gods themselves.

We see a glimpse of the world tree in all its glory.

GUIDE VOICE

It was a divine place, full of some of the most powerful entities Man had ever known, legends upon legends written about them.

In the array of dimensional cubes, stock footage can be seen from the Original Seven Universes.

GUIDE VOICE

In this divine tree, a supercomputer was housed that contained millions of universes within, all congregating into one mass called the “multiverse”.

We see Admins reporting to their offices with papers in their hands. Hypnos is being carted to his office by Hermes would be a nice touch, maybe Janus appearing from a portal on a segway saying 'Morning'

GUIDE VOICE

For a long time, this system was maintained and run with exceptional care and precision, everything going in a normal fashion with nary a hiccup spotted in its code.

A young lady tinkers with holographic screens surrounded by some more footage from popular loops.

GUIDE VOICE

All the Admins of the entire computer were the gods themselves and their subordinates, meaning that some of the wisest and strongest beings of the universe were maintaining order.

A zooming shot of Yggdrasil in full functionality.

GUIDE VOICE

The mainframe had the best hardware in all of Creation, meaning that such mundane fears as viruses and damage to the hard rive were practically a non-issue. At least... until the infection.

We see dolphins swimming at SeaWorld.

GUIDE VOICE

The smartest species in the root universe tried to warn all the lower species of this dreadful Sunday, this Dreadful August Twentieth in a comparably decent 2017, Whilst the Dolphins seemed to catch the drift like you'd expect from the second smartest species in the first universe,

Traditionally animated technicolor frogs magically appear from thin air.

GUIDE VOICE (cont)

The Third Smartest Species, being humans, could not perceive the Atlantian Camofrogs as any more than figments of the imagination due to their inability to maintain their existence in both sight and sound due to the Camofrog's pathetic existence as a one-dimensional creature.

Back to the Dolphins

GUIDE VOICE

Realizing humans are being deceived by an insidious force, the dolphins choose to leave the doomed world behind with the Camofrogs. Their final message was a natural one for them: 'So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish!'

As the Dolphins swim together while doing some seems to be stunts for the people, the Dolphins looks at the humans who were kind to them even though the latter can't understand what the former were trying to warned them about.

-Distributor- Presents

A -Studio- Production

As bubbles appear while the Dolphins sang on, we see the title of the movie

The HitchHiker's Guide to Infinity

(Featuring the Following Franchises.)

It is almost time so the Dolphins performs their moves for the crowd and eating the last treats from their 'trainers'. As the Dolphins doing, we, and we alone, hears them singing.

Male Dolphins: So long and thanks for all the fish

So sad that it should come to this

We tried to warn you all but oh dear...

Oh! My Goddess

Penned by Kōsuke Fujishima

Filmed by Hiroaki Gōda

Ranma 1/2

Penned by Rumiko Takahashi

Filmed by Studio Deen

You may not share our intellect

Which might explain your disrespect

For all the natural wonders that

grow around you

Pixel Pinkie

Penned by Alicia Rackett

Filmed by Blue Rocket Productions

So long, so long and thanks

for all the fish

Zatch Bell

Penned by Makoto Raiku

Filmed by Toei Animation

The Land Before Time

Penned by Stu Krieger

Filmed by Don Bluth

Female Dolphins: The world's about to be destroyed

There's no point getting all annoyed

Fighting Foodons

Penned by Naoto Tsushima

Filmed by Tetsuo Yasumi

Jurassic Park

Penned by Michael Crichton

Filmed by Steven Spielberg

Dolphins: Lie back and let the planet dissolve

Male Dolphins: Despite those nets of tuna fleets

We thought that most of you were sweet

Taija Isen

Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women

with John DiMaggio

So long, so long, so long, so long, so long

Kath Soucie

Female Dolphins: So long, so long, so long, so long, so long

JusSonic

Dolphins: So long, so long and thanks for all the fish

Child Dolphins: If I had just one last wish

I would like a tasty fish

and Mike Pollock

Casting by -.-

Opera Dolphins: If we could just change one thing

We would all have lungs to sing

Co-Producers: -.-

Soon it was nice time as the Dolphins were splashing around under the moon light. It's time for them to make their departure to leave the planet before it's too late for the creatures to do anything. First they are going to finish up their song of departure.

Music by -.-

Dolphins: Come one and all

Costume Designer: -.-

Man and mammal

Editor: -.-

Production Designer: -.-

Side by side

In life's great gene pool!

Director of Photography: -.-

Executive Producers: -.-

Producted by -.-

Based on the Infinite Loops fandom project initiated by Innortal

Soon we hear a chorus as the Dolphins were humming and holding their tones for a moment. The time has come. It's sad for them to leave mankind but they have no choice...plus the humans couldn't understand them anyway.

Screenplay by Alexander Cayford

Soon the Dolphins themselves begins to jump out of the water and are actually flying through towards the sky and space themselves!

Male Dolphins: So long, so long, so long, so long, so long

Female Dolphins: So long, so long, so long, so long, so long

Soon all the Dolphins are out of the water and heading right into space. It is unknown if or when they will ever return, if ever. The song is coming to a big close.

Dolphins: So long, so long and thanks for all the fish

Directed by -.-

[edit] Good Morning!

We open on a Sunday Morning, a little green house in Greenfield, Massachusetts.

INTERIOR: A TINY BEDROOM. A twenty something-year-old loser wakes up to King of Pain by The Police

GUIDE VOICE:

The date was August 20th, 2017, more than six thousand million-octillion years after the root of existence began.

CUT TO: The apparent main character opens his laptop to check out a 4chan thread about Marvel Entertainment floundering with its audience. Drew types out that the writers are sheltered suburban shmos that have no idea what life is outside their echo chamber.

GUIDE VOICE:

It was a time of convenience and spontaneousness, a time where the Clinton Couple were just about ready to kick the bucket. African, Libyan and Syrian Soldiers were being deported after being shipped off to invade the first... by the order of cuckled democrats and authoritarian communists.

CUT TO: A folding table which receives a tray of Oreo Os/Reese's Puffs, Bacon and Scrambled Eggs. The man looks to find his grandmother rustling his hair a bit with a warm smile.

GUIDE VOICE:

America was thankfully becoming great again and soon, many an able-bodied gentlemen were joining the work force for once in their goddamned lives. No more sitting on his rectum doing Belgium all while they complained about their welfare...

CUT TO: The young man rushes forward to his bicycle to make his way to his workplace alone.

GUIDE VOICE:

No! They were going to have to force themselves to make something of their gelatinous existences and this will happen one way or another, just as this twenty-four year old ape descendant has done when he became a licencee of Blockbuster Video.

BUST SHOT OF: Drew Lea Maine Arriving at Blockbuster Video with a warm smile.

DREW:

Cheers, Fam! Morning's up!

Drew greets his employees and shakes their hands as they head to their station.

GUIDE VOICE:

This man was Drew Lea Maine and he currently knows as much about his destiny as the trees know about the crayola company. This is the story of how this manchild freed himself from the shackles of mundane life when the city decides to endanger his workplace.

[edit] A Customer

The Door Opens, we catch a glimpse of the employees reacting to this arrival.

LYDZ:

A Customer!

OTHER WORKER:

Places, guys!

The customer walks up, she has hair decor and a hat colored in yellow, magenta and cyan covering silvery hair. Another customer follows in clad in yellow and green with fluffy orange hair lacing her upper back.

CUSTOMER 2

Carly, we could've just broke out Hulu.

CUSTOMER 1 (CARLY)

Who cares, Nicki? It's not gonna be worth dick when it pops. (to the counter) I'm looking for some TV Blu-Rays, DVDs if ya ain't got 'em.

LYDZ:

Ooh... I'm not sure, let me check with my manager...

DREW:

No need! We have a full isle lined up for renters to turn up and pick up as they please should they pay for membership, that is.

CARLY:

Yeah, I already got a membership. My local shop's in Georgia, I've been on the road for a few months with my two best befs Daisy and Nicole and we were wondering if you have the last pieces to the big collection we're building up.

DREW:

So you're looking to buy? (beat) I see.

[edit] The Park

It was a beautiful Sunday as Zatch ran in the park. Kolulu, Tia, and he were playing tag as their partners watched. Kolulu, who had been returned to battle because of the King forcing her to, chased Zatch around the monkey bars because she was it.

BLONDE CHILD

(Laughing) “Ya can’t catch me Kolulu!”

ASIAN TEEN

“Kids…”

JPOP IDOL

“aw, does little Kiyo miss being a wittle kid?”

KIYO (ASIAN TEEN)

“Hey!”

Jim and Drew are watching it play out when Drew realizes something.

DREW

They're cartoons, like... straight out of an anime.

JIM

They're illustrations.

-Jim and Drew-

Kolulu, now chasing Tia, giggled. “Sorry sis! I love ya, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna go easy on you!” Tia yelled. Kolulu ran so fast on trying to catch her sister, that she didn’t see the toy hidden in the sand, so she tripped.

“Ow!” Kolulu cried. Lori and Megumi, who stopped just enough from torturing Kiyo, ran over to Kolulu (That includes Kiyo) who was by her sister and her crush. “Are you okay, Kolulu?” Lori asked in concern. “Y-yeah. It’s just a small scrape on my knee.” Kolulu stuttered, trying not to cry. Zatch, or AKA, her crush, noticed the toy on the ground was Vulcan. “Oh! I’m sorry Kolulu, I must’ve put Vulcan there when we got to the park. I’m really sorry.” Zatch said apologizing. “It’s okay, Zatch.” Kolulu said blushing a little pink. Nobody really noticed but the humans.

-Jim and Drew-

Kiyo picked Kolulu up and put her on the park bench. “Lori can you read the spell?” Kolulu pleaded. “Yeah, here we go: Zerusen!” Lori yelled, taking out a pink book.

Kolulu, who had her hand a few inches away from her knee, pinkish aurora came out of her hand and landed on her knee, within a few seconds, the scraped was left with nothing but a scar. “You’ve really got to teach me how to do that…” Zatch joked. Kolulu giggled. “There’s one other thing I wanna say.” Kolulu said. “What’s that?’ Tia asked. Kolulu touched Zatch on the arm and said: “Tag! You’re it!” She the jumped from the bench and ran the same direction Tia did. “Hey! No fair!” Zatch laughed. He ran after the girls within seconds. Zatch ran gleefully from Tia, whom was now it. Kolulu, giggling, continued on with her day.

[edit] The Date

[edit] The Birthday

[edit] Edge of Infinity

In front of us was an array of earth-chunks being pulled up into space watching as a man in velvet red leather stood against a tall, broad, bearded man in a blue robe, Nintendo-themed Tank Top and bright red cap reading 'Make Existence Great Again' The man in red is LUCAS and the blue robed man is JESUS.

JESUS "I know what your ass is thinking, Lucas! ...and believe me when I say the damage you'll do will make the Fall of Constantinople look like the Garden of Eden so PLEASE listen to me!"

LUCAS "No, YOU Listen! Just because you believe in freedom of souls doesn't mean they're not nourishment for our power."

JESUS "We gain power with every new possibly we explore, Lucas,

Lucas is stepping closer to a big red button.

JESUS Not from eating souls and matter, So please don't try to wake up the metafungus.

"Like you need this Hub to begin with," the demon snorted as he pouted out his point "You have a whole shitton of universes just like it with little difference here and there for 'Diversity' like anyone gives a slam anymore!"

"But the butterfly effect."

"But modern science."

"But human dignity."

"But eternal life."

"But bone cancer."

"But eugenics."

"... You know what, push that button and you sink all of Yggdrasil within the next year." The beardman disgruntledly relented. "But we'll ice your metafungus to save this happy little drive, or to avenge it."

"And If I refuse?"

"We'll let you go free and we'll pretend this never happened." The man in the blue robe had his hand extended for the gentleman in red. "Forget this end without end stuff and we can clean up these parasites together. I hear that there are medical miracles you turned down for countering your geoengineered bugs, why don't you make them all mainstream so we can save the lives of millions."

The man in red took a step forward before a balding man came to the beardman with words of advice. "My good Saint, Do you honestly think there is a trustworthy soul in a form designed to free the Evil Lord Xenu?"

A mook thrusts the ignition tube into the console and an ultimate storm of desolation and disease can be seen sweeping the planet on a big screen from above, every known disease hitting humanity at once from cancer to ebola, bones eroding, structures and items reducing themselves to polygonal shapes before dissipating into nothing as the souls of humanity are ripped from their bodies the exact millisecond that those bodies splash out of canon and turn into paint thinner.

LUCAS

...You're not as retarded as you look.

The old king is impaled by the deadly metafungus made from the root universe, He screams in pain as we cut to Kolulu collapsed onto the ground with her hands on her head screaming.

TIA AND ZATCH

“Kolulu!”

They run to her aid only to also collapse suddenly with their hands over their heads, their partners running to them as Ra looks in terror.

LORI

“Kolulu!”

KIYO

“Zatch!”

MEGUMI

“Tia!”

Kolulu, having pink aurora come over her, red aurora around Tia, and Blue around Zatch.

RA

"Faster, Nimbus, Faster!"

An incredible virus and massive numbers of bugs flooding the rest of the system as the agent of erasure paced around the king, watching the malware overload the supercomputer and causing seemingly irreparable damage to its systems for the Zeitennix Sludge to absorb these downed realities, codes practically ripped asunder as a result of the attempted metacide.

LUCAS

...and so the world of man ended, not with a bang nor a whimper, but with a sploosh of deadly metafungus.

The king is pulled into the mass of sludge to be eaten alive, A bolt of cosmic lightning appears upon the fortress as the man in red storms off. The hatch of the newly-appeared train opens to reveal the aurora has faded. The three mamodo looking different as we cut to a close up on main her.

[edit] "RETURN FIRE!"

KOLULU (in a lower voice of her usual one.) “What’s going on? ...My voice!” she suddenly put her hand over her mouth.

LORI "Kolulu.. You’re… "

A teenager! So were Tia and Zatch. In place of Kolulu’s pink dress was a rose pink tank top, white capris, pink tennis shoes, and her hair had become an inch or two longer down to her shoulders. Tia, she wore a red halter top, black capris, red tennis shoes, and her hair had been cut down to her elbows. Zatch, now just wearing a blue t-shirt that had his name on it, some jeans with blue tennis shoes. His hair and eyes the same too.

HERMES

Skully, Just got some news on your sisters. Bell's evacuated Keichi, Skuld's ready to- WHOA!

We see that Skuld had similarly changed but had filled out more than the mamodo. We get a shot of her sweet, succulent ass.

SKULD

...sticking out.

Skuld stands up straight, showing of her barely visible abs.

SKULD

...sculpted.

Skuld gropes her round, fluffy breasts.

SKULD

...Sticking out.

She pulls her ear, feels her cheeks, then roars with pride with her matured face directly in front of the camera.

SKULD

RETURN FIRE!

RA

Balls to the wall, Ash-Hags!

[edit] The First Looper

[edit] The Hitchhiker's Guide to Infinity

GUIDE VOICE

Produced as a reaction to a premonition of this cosmic calamity, The Hitchhiker's Guide to Infinity is a truly remarkable book and a remarkably clever response to the attempted metacide of Yggdrasil.

GUIDE VOICE

Penned by the man himself and an ever-growing pool of the Loopers he initiated to keep the universes stable,

GUIDE VOICE

it is more useful than the WestphallMaps.wand website,

GUIDE VOICE

better selling than the QuadStars Vol. 42 Blu-Ray Box Set,

GUIDE VOICE

and more divisively contrivertial than Orae Flesher's trilogy of evolutionary rebuttals

GUIDE VOICE

'Evolution is Nonsense', '42 finds that contradict evolution', 'Why evolution is a pyramid scheme by globalists to demoralize and destroy humanity as a species.'

GUIDE VOICE

Though proven to be similar to the flagship series of the highly liberal Great Publishing Corporation of Ursa Minor, it has surpassed it in sales and information as the standard suppository of knowledge and wisdom, and that can be chalked up to three distinct reasons.

GUIDE VOICE

one being that it is slightly cheaper, the second being that they tried to bury it as 'fake news', third in that it is constantly growing thanks to the imput of the Looper community.

GUIDE VOICE

Nowhere is this more obvious than the friendly phrase printed on the cover being a common phrase to welcome people into the Infinite Loops 'Keep Calm and Leave your Sanity at the Door'

[edit] High School

We cut to an Australian High School as we see Jim and Drew put into the role of Teacher and assistant reading from the HitchHiker's Guide to Infinity.

DREW

"So, what you're saying is that there's a deep state out to destroy this tree-"

JIM

"Was a deep state, past tense." (Walks to the chalkboard with a long stick of chalk to write down some notes.) "The only thing left of that now is a blank space where your precious ol hub should be."

DREW

"Blank? Y-You mean we're all dead!?"

JIM

No, we're not dead.

DREW

That's a relief.

Jim draw up a quantum equation onto a third of the board over the course of his saying the following line.

JIM

It just means every atom that composed your universe had been turned into a deadly metafungus designed to eat away every possible universe it can reach as it infects countless others with glitches and viruses which spread at Mach 2600 speeds.

DREW

"So it's faster than light?"

JIM

"Faster than time." (Outlines the word time before marching across the class) "Then again, Time is nothing more than code and save files clumped together by sentient perception so you're better off calling it 'faster than code', so is this little ping that I'm about to test out right about... now!" (snaps his fingers)

Drew's head started ringing with a strange mental sound that seemed to ring in the head of a student sleeping in front of them.

SUZY

COOKIES AND MILK!

The students start laughing at the anchor of the Branch of Battling Mamodo.

DREW

"So, we're nothing but data?"

JIM

"Naw, you're organic as the rest of us, it's the barrier that keeps a universe together that is made from calculated light and data." Jim set up the satellite receiver on his setup. "And it keeps a reality-shattering kaboom from wiping out the root of Yggdrasil in a literal vessel of satan himself to retcon existence itself out existence in a blatant attempt at full metacide!"

DREW

M-METACIDE!?

NEON PINKETTE

The retroactive abortion of the very concept of a person, a place, a thing and even an idea.

JIM

Ah, look. Another fella who's Awake and well!

NEON PINKETTE

And so very Loopy, you could hoist Anchor easy!

JIM

Yeah, are we all glad to be alive. (To Drew) Thankfully, we are clearly welcoming new exchange students, they're people, into a classroom in what is clearly a Japanese-style high school in Australia, a place, with what you'd clearly call a stack of mobile devices for each of the six, they're things, with our intention clearly being to introduce you to the Infinite Loops, an idea. Bonjour, Gashern!

ZATCH

Hey.

KIYO

We're all Japanese, Teach.

JIM

Right, Right. Of Course. Guten Tag, Koruru!

KOLULU

Erm...

Directly above 'Koruru' is the violent persona from the series appearing ala the Inner Sakura from Naruto.

INNER KOLULU

Does he even teach german?

KOLULU

Not that I know of...

INNER KOLULU

Then why is he spouting German!?

KOLULU

Maybe he's trying to give us a warm welcome.

JIM

Now you're getting it. (Inter the Ooumi 'sisters') Nihou Tioko and Megumi Ooumi and How ar- ('Tioko' immediately kicks Jim in the nuts) AH! aaAAAaahhh...

MEGUMI

Couldn't you be nicer to the guy.

TIA

He's a symptom of our problem, why even bother to respect that loser?

JIM

Hurtful... :(

(Tia sits next to the Neon Pinkette)

NEON PINKETTE

Hello there, I'm Pixel Pinkie. And this is my best friend, Nina.

TIA

Save it, Ya glob of GoAnimate Garbage.

PIXEL PINKIE

Hurtful... :(

Back with Jim and Drew

JIM

"These very students in this very classroom at these very desks witnessing our chat about this very topic means that the metacide clearly... (Whaps Nikki in the nose) failed."

DREW

"Then what the hell are we doing here?"

JIM

"That's the beauty part."

[edit] Cera Threehorne

(The Students exit the class as Jim and Drew discuss the Loops)

JIM

"See, there's this thing in 68% of the universes hooked up to Yggdrasil that renders time to pass a bit differently like a sort of 'safe mode' for spacetime where a specific chunk of time repeats over and over for as long as it takes to solve the big problem they've caused."

A tall, somewhat lanky fellow was walking through the near empty hallway of the high school as a human when the girl next to him, who had orange hair, stiffened. The fact that she began to look around in a panic caused him to react by pulling her into an alcove and keeping her pinned against him and the wall.

TALL KID

"Cera? Did you just wake up?"

Calming down a bit at the familiar voice, Cera looked around shakingly.

CERA

"Li-Littlefoot? Is that you?"

At the nod of the lanky teen, she relaxed some but was still in a state of shock.

CERA

"What's going on?! Where are we?! What are we?!"

Jim placed one finger against her mouth, silencing Cera whilst explaining a specific detail.

JIM

You need an Anchor to get a particular branch Looping cause that's all a Looper ever is and shall be: just a cosmic mass of ethereal memories describing a growing collection of repeating lifetimes and endless variants.

LITTLEFOOT

"Yeah." Jim salutes the boy as he walks off "And this time, We're both in a high school known as 'Great Valley High' in the town of Great Valley. High school is a place where young humans go to learn stuff and we're both humans this loop."

For some odd reason, Cera felt her cheeks heat as she felt Littlefoot's taller body press against her.

CERA

"O-oh... Humans, those guys like Tickles, right?"

As Littlefoot smiled and nodded, Cera felt her cheeks heat a bit more.

LITTLEFOOT

"Right. Now then, remember what I told you about learning a loop's memories?"

Cera Nods

LITTLEFOOT

Takes a deep breath "I want you to do that right now. It should tell you everything you need to know about this loop."

While she calmed down further, Cera closed her eyes and searched her memories. We see a montage of specific scenes from first person view. Starting with the Memory Cera writing down her name.

CERA

'Okay... I'm Cera Threehorn, in 11th Grade, whatever that is.

The image shifts to a gentleman...

CERA

'I live with my dad...'

...as an oddly eerie fellow walks on by and gives a spiteful glare.

CERA

'The Sharptooth was something called a "Serial Killer". And...'

We now see plenty of memories of Cera and Littlefoot flirting with each other, playing B-Ball together, then a few scenes of them kissing.

She immediately opened her eyes before things get too freaky with an perplexed expression on her face as she looked up at Littlefoot.

CERA

"Um... Littlefoot?"

LITTLEFOOT

"Yes, Cera?"

CERA

"Why do I have memories of the two of us pressing our mouths together?"

His face says it all, the question took him off guard. There was silence for a few moments as Littlefoot's face went bright red.

LITTLEFOOT "Um... Hoo-boy..."

[edit] Second Period

A man arrived at the classroom, his face was obscured by a bright red bang over his golden hair, an orange headband complimenting the bright-yellow and yellow-green striped collar of the lime green jacket over the dark blue vest he wore over his baby-blue button shirt. Indigo pants cover the purple tube socks underneath his reddish violet shoes.

"So, up and coming American Author AC Elmore." Introduced Mister Maine, a teacher for the Loop. "What do you say about your education."

"You'll learn absolutely nothing from these State-Run Indoctrination Camps they have the gall to call Schoolhouses" said the old Wizard, clearly disgruntled by the girl in pink. "They only serve to raise generations of slaves willing to follow the illusion of a global climate upheaval, saying that the only way to avert it is to shut down as a nation, as a society, as a species... And it's all rooted in Brussels."

GUIDE VOICE:

AC Elmore's controversial opinions inevitably wound up getting Drew fired from his teaching job...

The scene paused in the middle of his rant.

GUIDE VOICE: ...Which ment absolutely nothing when time and space repeated itself endlessly.

[edit] Gym Class

[edit] The Felt

[edit] Extra Challenges

• 16-Eris D. Shivie, a greenhorn of the Felt. A mafia of MLEs activated by mythos hackers such as Abyzou, a Jewish pedovore farmer from the tragically ill-fated Pangea G69-898. Her type of time shenanagans has her hack the judicial system, cause a time crime and leave evidence aimed at innocent shmucks.
• 17-LaPiss, He may look like a human version of a similarly named Edelsteki but with a bushy moustache, but Eisheth activated him with a specific purpose for bankrolling whatever the Felt needs for the moment. All he needs is a golden bar for the transaction to occur.
• 18-Daemond Doom, better known as the automatic robofied rotoscopic cyberbot Barron Legal Von Rotten. A Toon converted into a mechatronic vessel of a remote Ai controlled by the time-piercing brainwaves of Lord English himself, his signature gadget would be his paint rollers which allows any mook from any moment in time to burst through the wall Kool-Aid man style.
• 19-Daemon 'War'
• 20-Vikyurus 'Vision' Von Mechabach/Megabyte
• 21-Pint

[edit] YGO

• Cue-Z'Arc
• Ball-Cusillu "Tails" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Bebi-Goku for its spirit to inhabit.
• 01-Chacu Challhua "Uno" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Grieger for its spirit to inhabit.
• 02-"Byte" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Akisa Izinski with DNA blended from Misty Tredwell for its spirit to inhabit.
• 03-Wiraqocha Rasca "San" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Crow Hogan for its spirit to inhabit. Designated Second in Command of the Earthbound Knights division of the Felt
• 04-Ccapac Apu "Tetris" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Cobra Bubbles (Lilo and Stitch) for its spirit to inhabit.
• 05-"Gogol" - Exists to murder everyone on the Felt's blacklist.
• 06-"Rudoku" - Duels with the Red-Eyes Archetype
• 07-"Nanners" - Duels with the Blue-Eyes Archetype.
• 08-Uru "Rapno" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Tristan Taylor for its spirit to inhabit.
• 09-"Kyutzii" - A Madolche/Traptrix Duelist
• 10-Assla Piscu "Decay" - An Earthbound Immortal made flesh through the Jackal (Marvel) creating a clone of Carla Carmine for its spirit to inhabit. The first member of the Felt to be entrusted with a Kingdom Ball, and thus, gain a Looping Castle.
  • Ember Priscilla McGann, Fortune Lady of Fire - Duels with an Ancient Gear Deck.
  • Diane Azura, Fortune Lady of Water - Duels with a Crystal Beasts Deck
  • Clara Charack Corswumb, Fortune Lady of Earth - Duels with a Gem Knight Deck
  • Emma Ven Gusto, Fortune Lady of Wind - Duels with a Machina Deck
  • Izumi Hikari, Fortune Lady of Light - Duels with a Morphtronic Deck
  • Rua Brando, Fortune Lady of Darkness - Duels with a Shadoll Deck
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[edit] DDLC Anime

This is about the Activation of Hiroaka in the ILP series where he is taken into a world that gets more and more bizarre as the Anime goes on.

[edit] Characters

[edit] In-Game Characters

• Hiroaka
• Sayori
• Yuri
• Natsuki
• Monika

[edit] New Members

• Hikaru Hakumei

[edit] Teachers

• Jodie Danza - The English Teacher and Mother Hen of the Literature Club
• Malcom MacGuffin - Political Theory Teacher
• Drew Levin - History Teacher

[edit] Episodes

1. The Literature Club: Hiroaka Anano finds himself waking up from a horrifying nightmare and is subsequently dragged into the Literature Club by his childhood friend Sayori. There, he meets an ecclectic group of classmates such as Club President Monika, Hot-Headed Natsuki, Quiet Yuri among a few others that could fit into Miss Danza's Classroom.
2. The English Teacher

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[edit] Katie

"And while you're at it, make yourself twenty-five as well?" Kellie added to Katie's curiosity.

"Why do you ask?"

"Yes, I think it's a nice round number for us both to be at." Kellie replied.

"Wait a minute, I just did the math in my head. Pooled together, our ages add up to Fifty! That's Twice the age we're aiming for." Katie realized.

"Okay, yes, it's just that ever since I took up a full time job, I've never really had any time to raise a kid. Even after I gave birth to you, I've always been worried and overworked just trying to raise you, So I thought it might be nice if just for a little while, you and I were the same age and could work with each other as two attorney's at the courthouse." Kellie explained to her daughter.

Katie thought about it for a minute, a little disappointed that she would have to be so old, but then she would also be making her mom happy as well, so she couldn't argue with that. "Okay, mom, I suppose you do have a point. I wish..." Katie began.

"Wait, wait!" Kellie stopped her daughter.

"You should wish it so you understand everything about being an attorney." Kellie pointed out.

"Oh yeah, that actually makes it a whole lot easier for me, I don't think I could've taken trying to learn everything. Okay let me start again: I wish my mom and I were twenty-five year old women and I knew everything my mom did about being an attorney." Katie wished and with that, Kellie began to change slightly as her features freshened up, looking a tad fresher in the face and hair. Her clothes, made for her 43-year-old build, were definitely looser.

As the warmth began in her body, Katie felt her clothes shifting and becoming smaller on a steadily growing body. Her arms and legs came first, growing out, long and gangly like the legs of a colt. Her fingers and toes became thinner, more distinct and dainty as the nails themselves became painted pink polish. She giggled and swung her legs and watched with fascination as her toes drifted further and further to the floor of the carpet, until the balls of her feet touched...then the flats, then the heels, She sighed in elation and realization that she was growing up, finally able to touch her feet to the floor of most places at last, though a part of her somehow wished she could swing her legs at times.

The coltish appearance stopped there though as she experienced something strange. Her hips began to push out, just a little bit at a time, gaining a slight curve, at the same time her legs and arms gained a distinct tone to them as if she'd spent every day running, playing and moving. Her stomach gurgled as it also flattened and toned nicely, and she could watch the change as it spread along her bare belly and along her belly button, leaving her abdomen neatly pretty like she'd seen girls who entered surfing competitions.

By now her pants had stretched beyond its limit and she felt a new strange tingling beneath it, she felt a warmth as within her insides her body began to approach the age of adolescence. She could not see the changes, but she distinctly felt them, letting out a little gasp as new thoughts and understands began to grow in her young preteen mind.

At the same time her flat midriff shirt would begin to swell with the growth of two small mounds beneath it, the same warmth below filling them as she began to develop...her eyes widening now as she understood what was happening.

"Im....entering puberty..."

The thought excited and terrified her and the changes werent done. She could see her face in the rearview mirror as the cute, childlike features began to define. Her button nose was still that, but it was starting to even out. The freckles on her face were less prevalent and her teeth rearranged as some adult ones grew in. She gained a certain maturity, a certain beginning of beauty as her hair began to flow long to her back and around her ears. "Crap! What the hell!" Katie heard Kellie exclaim. She turned around to find the now 29-year-old woman bent over -- her sleep pants had fallen down! she quickly pulled them up. "Guess this 'diet' of yours is working kiddo!"

Standing before her was a preteen girl around fourteen starting to develop into a fine woman. Her breasts already expanded to A-cups and she’s already seeing signs of an hourglass figure over her tightening suit. Her shirt however was stretching to the brink as the middle was showing rippage around her back area. Katie then looked to her face and noticed that it has changed as well, maturing with the rest of her body. Her cheeks looked less puffy and her nose was looking a little long and thin. Her eyes seem less childish and her innocence had become less noticeable. Her hair even grew longer and fuller as is started to look a little wavy. Katie looked on in awe and couldn’t believe she was growing up right before her very eyes. “Wow… Look at me.” she said in a lower voice, “I’m really growing up fast.” She felt a minor migraine as she could feel her brain growing as well. Years of knowledge are filling her mind, as she was getting smarter by the second. In fact, common knowledge of kindergarten and grade school are easier for her as knowledge of high school entered her head. But that’s not the only thing that is entering her head. Ever since she was five, she always like going outside to play, rather it is hide and seek, ball, or playing tag. But now that she’s growing, her body is becoming predisposed and more athletic. Looking at herself, Katie could tell that her body was a little toned then before as she was gaining both energy and metabolism from the ‘years’ of sports. Her mind was also being filled with memories of the many years she participated in sports including T-ball, soccer, and gymnastics. Katie looked on in disbelief as her body was developing faster then before.

Entering her teen years, Katie has now entered the threshold of child to adult as she hit the sweet sixteen mark. Her height was closing in six-foot range as her shirt was completely stretched to the limit. Her breasts grew to B-cup size as the seam in the middle of her top and grew down the middle, showing a bit of cleavage. Her hips and reach expanded further to create a much curvier hourglass. Her arms and legs gained more feminine muscles as her biceps were bloating and her calves were bulging with years of jogging and push-ups. Her face continued to mature as her lips started to puff out and her nose grew long and thin. She did notice signs of pimples dotting hear and there, but that soon faded to be replaced with smooth flawless skin. Even her hair grew fuller as it went down to her mid back. Her brain kept on filling with high school knowledge as history, math, English, and social studies felt easier for her. But her athletic knowledge continues to dominate more of her brain as memories of her taking on karate, track, and volleyball now entered her mind. The teen watched on and was amazed by how her body has grown and developed. If it’s possible, she might be able to surpass her former mother’s body.

"Kate, Your shirt!" RIIIP!

Going over six feet, Katie's height strained her shirt and pants to the point of breakage. Her breasts now grew into a C cup as they jiggled freely and proudly on her chest. Her hourglass figure grew curvier as her hips expanded further and her rear inflated bigger. The muscles on her arms and legs grew thicker and harder and although they are not body builder level, she does show that she was very athletic. Her face left childhood completely as her skin as clear and shiny, her nose was very elegant, her lips puffy and defined, and her eyes looked sultrier and less innocent. Her hair was close to her back and darkened slightly to match with her looks. Her mind matures as well as knowledge and memories were changing incredibly. Most of which involve sports as she now knows how to do the hurdles, light weight training, and yoga to make her feel flexible. At 21 years of age, Katie was amazed to see how grown up she looked. She might even make Kellie jealous of her body. But still, that wasn’t enough as she was just about finished with her changes with the ring on her finger.

Her growth and development continued until she stopped at twenty-five, the same year as her mother. Once the changes are done Katie was stunned at the fact that in front of the mirror was he adult self. In fact, she looked like an exact replica of your young mother but with a few exceptions. Her breasts now grew to D-cups as additional muscles were added to her own physic. The top part of her former one piece was now looking like a skintight bikini with a rip in the middle to show off her melon like cleavage. Her waist was wide and curvy as she traced her now dainty hands on the barely visible abs on her stomach. She could even see the bottom half stretched to the limit and now looked like a thin bikini with tight straps. Her arms and legs looked muscular, yet at the same time sexy as well to fit her beauty. Speaking of her beauty, her face was beyond beautiful. She had some high cheekbones, plushy and kissable lips, elegant eyes, and a long and thin nose to complete her looks. Her hair was long and full as it goes down to her lower back.

[edit] Mabel

Mabel decided the time had come to take a chance. If her calculations were correct, their minds were adjusting with the changes, as were the minds of the people outside the art room. Mabel gambled she could take the kids off premises without raising suspicions.

“C’mon, guys,” she said to the now 13-year-olds. “I’m sorry your clothes got wrecked but I’m going to take you to the mall to buy new clothes.” To the kids’ still adjusting minds, this made sense so they of course followed Mabel. Annie FINALLY had two small growths pushing out her shirt slightly, and she had continued to grow taller and lankier. Jeremy hit his growth spurt finally and was now matching Lori in height, and beginning to rise slightly above her. Lori was definitely a curvy girl with wider hips and C-cup breasts; Annie was still a smaller than average sized 13-year-old.

As they arrived outside they encountered Elaine Norriss, the 12-year-old in a 52-year-old’s body, still sitting on the bench sobbing. In fact, it was almost like she was in shock, and she was nearly catatonic. Mabel hadn’t counted on the fact that, by regressing Elaine’s mind to childhood, she was now dealing with basically a child thrust into a middle aged body with no frame of reference. The child Elaine was having trouble coping with her situation.

Despite the glowing purple aura of the ring, Mabel had no intention of destroying Elaine, she just wanted her to “grow up again” with a better understanding. She wondered briefly if she could alter Elaine some more while continuing the changes to Lori, Beth, Jeremy and Annie, and somehow the ring informed her mind that she could.

Mabel wished to herself: “I wish Elaine would physically grow younger over time until her body matched her mental age.” The ring glowed again in response.

“Hey Elaine,” Mabel said, “I’m taking these four to the mall to get clothes. You want to come along?”

Elaine nodded, and soon the 12-year-old in the now 50-year-old body joined Mabel and the now 14-year-olds in Mabel’s SUV. Jeremy’s voice had finally cracked as well, making him sound like a teenage boy.

“This trip will be fun,” Mabel thought to herself …

The ride to the mall was mostly uneventful. Elaine sat in the front with Mabel, while the teenagers sat in the back laughing and giggling. Unnoticed by Mabel, Jeremy and Beth had started holding hands, and in their minds were considering themselves boyfriend and girlfriend.

The backseat was already cramped for the four teens, since they were nearly full-grown at the start of the trip. As they were still getting bigger, Jeremy especially as he hit his growth spurt, it was becoming quite uncomfortable, and for Lori as well, already quite busty and getting bustier. Jeremy was also getting quite excited, being a teenage boy, hormones raging, crammed in the back with three other 15-year-old girls, one his girlfriend holding his hand, another with her large breasts pressed up against him.

Mabel couldn't help sneaking peeks at Elaine as she drove -- in fact, it was all she could do to keep her eyes on the road. Still mentally 12 and confused as hell about her adult body, her physical regression was still taking place. Mable could tell she was already back in her 40s, and most of the strands of grey in her long black hair were gone. The lines in her face and hands were becoming shallower as well.

By the time they got to the mall, the kids were nearly 16. Mabel knew it was best to hurry them up to a clothing store, since the girls most likely wouldn't want to be seen in the pre-school's playclothes and smocks for much longer. More importantly, Jeremy was growing bigger than the size clothes he picked, and since the ring couldn't alter clothing, Mabel thought it best to get him changed before he started tearing through his pants.

As the walked into the mall, Mabel assessed the situation:

Blonde Annie and brunette Lori were close friends, talking about music and boys and giggling. Annie was taller than Mabel, in fact currently tallest of the group at 5'9", although Jeremy was gaining on her by the second. She was thin and willowy, with skinny arms and legs and flared hips, but still apparently very small breasts, barely a B-cup if she had been wearing a bra. Her long hair reached the small of her back.

Lori was medium height, 5'5" and her wavy brunette hair reached her shoulder blades. She was already at 16 a full D-cup, and since they were un supported, they bounced quite freely and heavily. She also had round hips and thicker legs, but was far from fat. She had curves in all the right places. Her aging mind was beginning to understand how to flaunt them too -- that and her brasher personality. At 4 when she had put on the oversized smock, she had buttoned it all the way to the neck. Now, 12 years older, she had undone several buttons to show off her burgeoning cleavage, as well as a button at the bottom to showcase her belly button.

Beth and Jeremy were trailing behind. Lori had reached her full adult height of 5'3". She had very nice B-cup, almost C-cup breasts on her slight frame. But she was still quiet and shy, amazed a boy like Jeremy liked her. Her acne was beginning to slowly fade away, and her curly, light brown hair was still shoulder length.

Mabel watched as Jeremy walked he hit 5'10 and his shoulders widened more. He became more confident and protective of his girlfriend as they walked.

[edit] Bobby

Jennifer watched as her infant daughter grew to more than double her eight inches to eighteen inches as Bailey suckled upon her mother's breast. Her gaze re-aimed to Mandy, her son Donald growing an inch or two before her eyes as he babbled along to the lullaby. Then she glanced to the playpen to find the other babies growing into toddlers, turning their bodies on their sides to sit up with one of the children, Candice, standing up and rising to 23 inches. All while Bailey began babbling about, trying to make out her first words.

"Emumu... muama..." Bailey babbled to Jennifer as she grew heavier and heavier. "Mama..."

Jacob was next to stand up followed immediately by Diana who began waddling around and past the playpen as her strides grew longer. Toby managed to make it a sprint with his new 3-foot-3 frame carrying him in his naked dash. Donald gestured to Bailey with his boyish smile as she blushed in her mother's arms.

"Mommy..." Bailey sheepishly nudged her mother, the growth showing no signs of stopping. "I wanna go talk to Donny..."

.7 to 13. Janet - Blake - Fiona

"Mom, let go of me!" Bailey struggled to pull away, her burgoning teenage body giving her enough strength to do so and leap into Donald as his muscles grew more defined.

.13 to 21. John - Miriam - Zach

[edit] Kyle

Kyle slowly wandered along the board-walk, amazed at the true power of the watch. There was an eerie stillness, his footsteps and breathing being the only sounds he could hear. The absurdity of the situation had him overwhelmed. Stopping time in the antique store felt contained and believable. Being outside where even the ocean waves had stopped lapping on the beach was harder to take in. Everywhere he looked was like a photograph. He begun to feel anxious about the situation and made a move to restart everything. But he couldn't unpause the watch on a whim, how would people react if they suddenly saw him appear out of nowhere, from their perspective? Kyle quickly walked back towards the antique store and came across a small patio with a few tables and chairs secluded from the pathway. After making sure nobody could see him, he restarted time. The sudden appearance of noise and movement startled him but it felt comforting at the same time. Kyle collapsed into a chair with relief and took several deep breathes. The watch was powerful alright. He instinctively twiddled the dials around the stopwatch in thought. They were still a mystery to him and they didn't seem to have any effect on stopping and restarting time. However, there was the other button he hadn't pressed yet. After experiencing frozen time first-hand after pressing the left button, he was cautious of what might happen if he pressed the right one. But he was also very curious, wanting to figure out everything the watch had to offer. After a minute of thinking about what to do, he decided to through caution to the wind, yet not before settling on a pattern of symbols to try. Ultimately, he settled on an arrow pointing down, a plus symbol, a globe, and "1mi=4y" in the box. He took a deep breath and clicked the button. He immediately felt a hot sensation flow up his arm and throughout his body, filling him with an uncomfortable warmth and a dull ache in his bones. The hands on the watch had started to move around the clock face, the small hand moving faster than the big one. Kyle put the watch down on the table beside him and gave a long stretch from fingers to toes in the hopes it would alleviate the ache he felt.

He noticed something was up once he relaxed his muscles as it looked like his body had taken the stretching thing literally. His arms and legs looked like they'd lengthened. Not only that, but the hairs on both were darkening and multiplying. His brow furrowed in concern, it had to be the watch but what was it doing? One thought came to mind, but he dismissed it quickly. He stood up from his seat but immediately fell flat on his face. Groaning, he pushed himself back up and carefully stood back to his full height, which he noted was at least a foot taller than before and still growing. Everything in his view of horizon was lower like he was on stilts and it made him feel queasy. Looking down, he was surprised to find his shoes still fit despite how much bigger his feet had grown, like they had stretched to accommodate them. In fact, his shorts and shirt even fit him, hanging looser on him than even before his continuing growth spurt. "I can't beLIEve tHIS is hAppenINg" Kyle groaned, cringing at the sound of his voice breaking. He brought a hand up to his throat and felt a lump protruding from it. He flinched and pulled his hand back before staring at it. It was almost twice the size, with small hairs sparsely scattered across his knuckles and the back of his palm, trailing up towards his longer, hairier forearm. It was more than obvious what the watch was doing, yet he couldn't accept it just yet. He still felt that warmth and ache throughout his body, now topped off with a headache from the weird changes. He rubbed his forehead and dragged his hand down his face. He froze and suddenly, his hands were patting and racing all over his face. It was bumpy, pointy, and not at all like his face usually felt. He fumbled in his pocket with a shaky hand to grab his phone, turning on the camera. He squealed and let go of the phone, narrowly catching it at the last minute and hesitantly looked at the screen again. "Oh my god, I really aM getting oLDer..." he muttered to himself. He didn't see the face of a 12 year old, the reflected image was of a teenager closing in on his college years. He was looking less baby-faced by the second, as his jawline grew more square and chiselled. His skin looked greasy, which was likely to blame for the various pimples and zits that dotted his face. He had wispy hairs above his lip and the weak beginnings of a goatee. Grimacing at his face, he noticed braces had appeared across his teeth. Kyle threw his phone on the table and made a grab for the stopwatch. The small hand was still spinning around the clock face and the big hand had moved. Where it was between 10 and 15, it was now between 15 and 20. As the small hand made a full rotation, the big hand moved a tiny bit. Counting the small lines between the numbers, Kyle figured it was on the number 17. It clicked inside his head, the watch must have been on the number 12 before he started. Which meant he really was aging!

Kyle fell back into his chair, still staring at the watch. As much as he'd often fantasized about suddenly growing up, the actualisation of this fantasy wasn't how he planned. Namely because in his in his fantasies, he imagined himself looking like a hollywood teenager instead of the average teenager. Maybe if he stopped the watch now, he could fix things and return back to his normal age. But a big part of him didn't want to stop the watch just yet. His teen self was nothing special but everyone was awkward as a teenager right? Maybe he just had to wait until he'd finished growing, which wouldn't take that long given the rapid speed the small hand spun. Kyle closed his eyes and thought over the pros and cons. Having the ability to control his age was everything he'd dreamed of but it could end up being a nightmare. He still didn't know the full potential of the watch. There were other symbols he hadn't tried yet. It couldn't hurt to let it run a bit longer before stopping. If the watch could age him then certainly it could do the opposite too. But what if it couldn't? He'd be stuck as an adult with no experience or money. Sure he'd have the freedom to do the things he wanted without his dad breathing down his neck but what good was that without the means to live his life? Would anyone even recognize or believe him about who he really was? However, his clothes had grown with him so there was more to it than just his body aging. In fact, it was as if his mind was maturing along with his body, as he'd never had these thoughts and concerns with his fantasies before. He sighed loudly, sounding more like a deep grumble. Whatever the outcome, he decided it was best to just stop the watch and deal with the aftermath sooner rather than later.

Kyle opened his eyes and clicked the button to stop the process before glancing at the watch. His indecisiveness had cost him as he saw the big hand tick over to 25. But he was distracted by the arm holding the watch, followed by the rest of his body. He'd always been a thin weakling, which seemed to continue as he went through his teen years all noodle-limbed and lanky. But it looked like he'd discovered the gym while contemplating as he'd definitely outgrown that label. His clothes looked skin-tight as they seemed to mould across his muscular torso and thighs. Distracted, he put the watch on the table and grabbed his phone. He turned the camera back on and gasped at the image of a man well into his twenties. He had a box-like jaw coated with a couple week's worth of dense stubble-verging-on-beard. His hair was lengthy, shaggy and dishevelled, a few shades darker than when he was a kid. He spotted more hair sticking out the collar of his shirt in tufts. The only part of himself he really recognised were his coffee brown eyes, now closely guarded by some intense eyebrows. He rubbed his chin with a devilish smile, free of braces, and said in a rumbling bass "Damn, what a few years can do...". He stood up, reaching his full height without a problem this time around. If he had to guess, he was at least 6 foot tall. His limbs were even hairier than before. His arms looked especially bear-like with the hair travelling undisturbed up into his sleeves, which looked ready to rip around his biceps. He poked at the muscle and laughed giddily at how solid it felt. He yanked his shirt off and threw it onto his chair. His eyes widened at the sight of his bare torso. He had a robust, athletic body with meaty pecs and defined six-pack. But he could tell that much with the shirt on. What shocked him was just how hairy he was. Black hair substantially covered his chest and stomach, spreading over his shoulders and around his waist to areas unseen. But in hindsight, it wasn't too much of a surprise. All of his male relatives were on the hirsute side, but to have so much of it just grow and spread in minutes was invigorating. Kyle cupped both of his pecs, feeling both the firm muscle and dense, wiry hair under his palm, then he dragged both hands down his body and stroked his abs with a dorky chuckle. Finally, with a slight bit of hesitation, he pulled on the waistband of his shorts and peeked inside his underwear. His smile grew wider at the sight of his package and it took some restraint from whipping it out in case someone saw him. He snapped the waistband shut and patted the bulge.

[edit] Heather and Penelope

Ann and Jackie watched intently as Kellie began her spell. As the two watched the grandmother and grandaughter intently they searched for any signs of regression or progression. Soon enough they began to notice a change in Penelope.

The elderly woman stirred slightly as she began to grow younger. Slowly Penelope began to look around feeling a renewed sense of energy. "Your making the grandmother younger," Ann asked. Kellie nodded in response as she continued to concentrate. "So what are you thinking," Jackie said. "You going to make her the mom?"

"Just trust me," Kellie smirked. Ann and Jackie continued to watch, surprised by what they saw.

Penelope appeared 20 years younger now. The woman appeared more refreshed as she now stood up from her beach chair. The teens could see the womans body was begining to strengthen as muscle returned to her body. Penelopes breasts were now beginning to regain some tone as well as they began to lose the sag and flatness of an 80 year old woman. Finally the teens could see Penelopes hair beginning to change as well, her hair appearing healthier as an auburn tint began to return to it.

"Huh guess red hair runs in the family," Ann stated. "Well she is the grandmother," Jackie added. "Although shes looking less gandmotherly by the second, which reminds me just how old are you making her?"

Kellie said nothing, a small smile spreading across her face. Ann and Jackie continued to watch as Penelope became a middle aged woman once more.

The now 45 year old womans body had regained the muscle of her younger days while her hair had become a lively auburn red once more. Penelope stared at her youthful hands in astonishment before running them over her body, which was continuing to firm.

"Um Kel," Ann said worriedly. "She seems to know somethings happening."

"I know," Kellie said. "But dont worry, shes going to be fine, just trust me."

A broad smile spread across Penelopes face as she became 38 once more. The woman now possessed a slim, yet curvy figure with a beautiful barely-laced face. Tossing aside her sunhat, the teens watched as Penelope shook out her auburn locks, which seemed to have become fuller and longer. Smiling the woman approached her astonished granddaughter before swinging her happily in a circle, unaware of the girl's longer limbs and slimming frame.

"Wow she seems happy," Jackie stated. "And so does the girl."

Kellie and the others could hear the woman and child laugh happily as they smiled and one another. Penelope was now only 34, her one piece bathing suit seeming to stretch under her returned curves. The woman and child now playfully kicked at the waves, Penelope smiling as she admired her toned legs and smooth feet.

"Lets head over there," Kellie said. "I think we should introduce ourselves." Ann and Jackie gaped at her but fell in line. Although unsure of what Kellie was planning they would need to trust her. As they approached they could see Penelope was now a young woman of 29. The hair glowed with youthful energy, while her face beamed with joy.

Penelope couldn't believe what was happening, somehow, someway she was becoming young once more. She had wanted to have the energy to be able to play with her granddaughter yet found she just couldn't muster the strength. As she grew younger hrr energy returned, now she could play with the girl and enjoy the beach once more, much like she had when she was a child. Turning Penelope was surprised to see three teenagers approach her. "Hello," she said happily.

Kellie smiled as she approached the woman. Penelope appeared to be only 27 now. The woman's face appeared quite young while her CC cup breasts seemed to strain her swimsuit. "Hi," Kellie smiled warmly. "Couldn't help seeing just of happy you seemed."

Penelope giggled girlishly as she looked at the teens. "Just enjoying myself," she said. "I haven't felt this energetic in years."

"I would say so," Kellie said. "Its amazing what regaining ones youth can do."

Penelope gaped at Kellie as she became a young woman of 26 once more. Her face was now more youthful, while her body slimmed slightly. Kellie had to admit that Penelope certainly was attractive at this age with fire red hair, soft features, and flawless skin.

"Wait," Penelope stated. "How did you know? Are you doing this?"

"The short answer yes," Kellie said. "Lets just say that I know you. I also know that you wish you could spend more time with your granddaughter, give her a friend that she do desperately wants."

"Yes, that's true," Penelope said. "But I'm much too old."

Kellie grinned as she dug into her purse, producing a compact. "Well not any more take a look."

Penelope cautiously opened the mirror, gasping in surprise at what she saw. "Im so young," The 25 year old whispered. "Look at me, im but a beautiful maiden again." Penelope couldn't help but admire her lithe and youthful form as she twirled around. After a moment she gazed at her granddaughter, her eyes widening in sheer shock. She now stood at an even four and a half feet with no trace of baby fat left on her expanding body.

"Goodness, Heather!" Penelope jumped. "You've grown so fast!"

"Yep." Katie smiled back as Heather crossed into her teenage years. She watched as her swimsuit strained against her growing body, small mounds beginning to grow on her chest as she clutched her head from the knowledge and higher education flowing into her brain. Standing before her was a preteen girl around fourteen starting to develop into a fine woman. Her breasts started to expand, going from cones and A cups, all the way to perky B cups. Her hips widen a bit more and the curves escalate, forming a teen like hourglass. Her read expanded a bit more and looked like a bubble. Her arms and legs gained more feminine muscles as her biceps were bloating and her calves were bulging with years of jogging and push-ups, all those years piling onto her was nurturing an athletic ability unto her. Even knowledge of high school seep into her brain, including athletics accomplishments including soccer, track and field, and some karate. Heather didn’t mind as she felt her active body feeling shapely and flexible. Her face kept looking older as there are little hints of childhood left behind. Her face was thinner and less rounded while her nose was longer and looking elegant. Her lips started to gain fat and began to puff up. There were a few little freckles left on her face, but she was notices a couple of pimples dotted on her face. But those soon faded as she reached 18 years old, her bathing suit shifting to a more mature look with the skirt vanishing into the ather.

Having hit the twenty-year mark, Heather has now left her teen years behind as she cupped her C-Cup breasts with her now dainty hands, amazed at how soft, yet heavy they were. Her height growing through the five-foot range as her bathing suit was completely stretched to the limit. The muscles on her arms and legs grew thicker and harder and although they are not body builder level, she does show that she was very athletic. She could even see a bit of abs on her toned stomach. Her face left childhood completely as her skin as clear and shiny, her nose was very elegant, her lips puffy and defined, and her eyes looked sultrier and less innocent. Her hair was close to her lower back and darkened slightly to match with her looks. Her mind matures as well as knowledge and memories were changing incredibly. Most of which involve sports as she now knows how to do gymnastics, light weight training, and yoga to make her feel flexible.

Her growth and development continued until she stopped at twenty-five, the same year as her former mother. Once the changes are done Penelope was stunned at the fact that in front of her stood her fully-grown Heather. In fact, she looked like an exact replica of her young grandmother but with a few exceptions. Her breasts now grew to D-cups as additional muscles were added to her own physic. The swimsuit was now a strapless skintight bikini that showcased her melon like cleavage. Her waist was wide and curvy as she traced her now dainty hands on the barely visible abs on her stomach. She could even see the bottom half stretched to the limit and now looked like a thin bikini with tight straps. Her arms and legs looked muscular, yet at the same time sexy as well to fit her beauty. Speaking of her beauty, her face was beyond beautiful. She had some high cheekbones, plushy and kissable lips, elegant eyes, and a long and thin nose to complete her looks. Her hair was long, wavy and full as it goes down to her buttocks.

"Sis, you alright?" asked Heather, her body and mind having finished growing. She now has knowledge and sports and any athletic activities that gave her the body to an Olympic athlete. Any sports for females filled her mind and she felt very competitive. So much so, that she thought that her former mother would hate her so much. But then, another thing occurred to her. For in Katie’s mind, memories between her and Kellie had been altered completely. Now she didn’t think that Kellie was her former mother or big sister, but now a twin sister. New memories entered her head as she remembered that the Penelope that was her grandmother having died when she was very young and this new, younger Penelope being an elder twin sister that looked out for her safety as they grew up together. Since then, they looked out for each other when they grown up together.

"Never better..." Penelope beamed to her sister. "Now how about we just enjoy this wide open sea."

"Totes!" Heather smiled back as she now raced after her reduced grandmother, finding the energetic girl to be quite fast on her feet. The three watched the two sisters sprint across the sand to feel the ocean waves crash against their legs.

[edit] Todd, Becky, Gary, and Lucy

[edit] Video Game

[edit] Dairantou Evolution

The shop Dairantou Evolution

[edit] Wynn and Akiko

'Alright. Enough.' A hand swept through perky, blonde hair, picking up loose strands and removing them from a pair of deep, blue eyes. 'I think you've had a little bit too much time playing games.'

'Nuh-uh!' came the shrill reply. A can of soda was lobbed over the top of the couch, missing the blonde by centimetres. 'It's only been...like...'

'...four hours and thirty-eighty minutes? Come on, Wynn.'

The little girl known as "Wynn" sunk further into the cushions, presenting an engorged, crisp-stuffed stomach to the world. '...that's less than a car trip to the beach, though...' She blew her droopy, raven ponytail out of her face. 'I'm nearly finished, Kiki. Geez. Remind me never to give you the mic - probably get banned for being underaged...'

"Kiki" folded her arms across her generous chest. 'Firstly, it's "Akiko." Secondly, don't call me that, I'm not a witch. And thirdly, underaged? I'm clearly older and more mature than you.'

'Says the one arguing with an eleven year-old.' Wynn nary had the time to smirk before heavy footsteps could be felt around the couch. Then, a flash of blonde hair and the television was out like a light. 'H-hey!'

Akiko stood above the red-eyed girl. 'Right. You're coming with me.'

'Turn the TV back on,' cried Wynn, looking past the curvature of Akiko's bust. 'It's the last level. I swear!'

She shook her head. 'You've said that five times too many.' Her hands planted themselves on her hips. 'I'm shopping for dinner. And guess who's helping.'

Wynn bared her teeth and slapped the controller onto the couch. 'Not me. You just want me away from the television!'

'Well, duh. Listen to yourself - your attitude stinks.'

'Stupid-head!'

Akiko allowed a triumphant grin to adorn her features. 'Y'see?'

Silence, then: 'I'm sorry. I can't talk to you like this.' Wynn pulled herself off the couch, the clattering of hundreds of soft-drink cans abound before reaching up and parting Akiko's breasts. 'What was that? I couldn't hear you past your blimps.'

The blonde glared at the snide smile that was beaming from the little girl's face. 'Right. Here we go.'

A wave of cool, conditioned air washed over Akiko's skin, eliciting a satisfied coo from her lips. Compared to the platinum-melting temperature outside, the chill of the shopping centre was positively blissful. She stretched her arms over her head. 'Life doesn't get much better than this.' She groaned as the last of the kinks from the car trip were ironed out before slapping her arms back down to her sides and throwing a smug look over her shoulder. 'What about you, Wynnie?' A laugh, and she tugged on the child leash. 'Much better than the television, right?'

Wynn growled and stuck her hands into her jean-shorts' pockets, murmuring: 'So this is how Princess Peach feels...'

'I can't hear you,' chirped Akiko in a sing-song voice. 'Anyway, let's get moving.'

The pair caught the attention of many-a passerby, what with a child on a leash being dragged along on her backside by a tall, cheery blonde. Several people whipped out their camera phones, some of them merely laughed, and others frowned with genuine concern. In any case, Wynn could feel the blood filling up her cheeks.

'Come on, Aki. I'm sorry, alright? Can you let me go now?'

Akiko stopped to think. 'Well, let's see.' A few seconds passed before she turned to face Wynn, a light smile on her features. 'You know what?'

Wynn's eyes flashed with hope.

'No.' She cackled and continued her stride towards the grocery shop.

The red-eyed girl huffed and crossed her arms, bum squeaking across the tiled floor. 'Butt-face. Will you ever let it go?'

'Oh, I have,' said Akiko, stepping inside. 'I'm just enjoying your embarrassment until the time limit's up.'

Wynn cocked her head to the side. 'Time limit?'

'Well, since you like my boobs so much, I thought I'd let them decide your punishment. Ten minutes for every cup size.'

'But... But that means...'

Akiko stopped walking and leaned down to meet Wynn's fearful gaze, bust bouncing heavily as if to prove her point. 'That's right. Subtracting the car trip, that means...' She gripped the leash tighter. 'Forty.' An evil spark flashed in her irises. 'Whole.' Her teeth seemed to sharpen as she spoke. 'Minutes.'

Wynn slapped her palms to her cheeks. 'Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'

With a leather strap in one hand and a shopping basket in the other, Akiko whistled in forced ignorance and strode into the fresh vegetable isle, throwing a salute to the many stares that were cast her way.

Forty surprisingly silent minutes later...

'Now...let's see...' The blonde held up two bottles of mayonnaise, frowning in thought. 'Do we go for fat-free...? Or do we go with the experimental, less-than-fat-free brand?'

Wynn held her head in her hands. 'That doesn't even make sense.'

'Hmm... This could take a while.' Akiko looked at the raven-haired girl, noting the droopiness of her ponytail and the fact that she had barely heard a sound from her since the last outburst. Her face softened. 'Say, as a treat, I'll let you go early.'

'But it's already been-'

'Hey. Don't ruin this moment for me - I like to think I'm kinda nice.' After placing the bottles onto their respective shelves, the blonde reached into the tight pocket of her three-quarter pants and withdrew a small piece of paper, bending down as she did so. Wynn cocked an eyebrow. 'Was the combination padlock really necessary?'

A small click was heard as Akiko removed the leash from the little girl and wrapped it around her arm. 'Ever since you played Skyrim, yes.' She inserted the combination into her back pocket once more, along with the lock. 'Now, scoot. I need to think about this. Just don't get into trouble, alright?'

Wynn waved her away with a dismissive palm. 'Yeah, yeah. Gotcha. Meet you later at the car?' She didn't receive an answer - Akiko was already back at the mayonnaise bottles. She shrugged and ran off out of the store, racing towards the nearest source of video-games.

Unfortunately, she was met with an incredibly long line stretching far outside the store and around the corner, much to the annoyance of the other shoppers. 'Oh, come on! Really?' She puffed out her cheeks and tapped one of the people on the shoulder. 'Excuse me? What's going on?'

The man turned around, eyes widening slightly as he saw the small girl glaring at him. 'Oh, me?'

Wynn pinched the bridge of her nose. 'No, the sloth hanging off your chin. Of course I mean you!'

'You got a problem with my beard?'

'Yes! It's so greasy and yuck that I mistook it for a living creature.'

'Go back to bed, twelvie,' snarled the man, who was now pulling his jacket up past the hair growing on his neck.

She placed her hands on her hips, smug look and everything. 'Eleven, actually. Now tell me what's going on.'

The man turned back around again. 'Piss off.'

Wynn layered her voice with as much sticky sarcasm as possible. Combine that with her high-pitched tone, and it truly was an aural cheese grater. 'Aww. Did I get the little boy all angry? Why don't you just admit that you're a noob and I won't own you and your pleb skills?'

'What the hell? Do you play CoD that much that you can't speak normal you stupid bitch?' He stormed off, muttering expletives. 'Christ, I hate this new generation.'

The words hit her hard. '..."normal"...? ..."bitch"...?' She felt a horrible feeling in her gut. '...I think I did it again...' Wynn trudged over to a bench and sat down glumly. She was angry at him. She was angry at herself. However, before any more emotions could be let out, a hand landed on her shoulder.

'Hey. Listen.'

Wynn looked up, expecting a blue fairy. Not exactly - it was another man.

'I saw the whole thing. Can I just say that he shouldn't have said those things.'

The girl smiled, a warm feeling emerging in her body. 'Thanks.'

'But you shouldn't have started shit. Jus' saying'

And the feeling dimmed. '...yeah. I know...' It was then that Wynn noticed the badge on his shirt. 'Hey. You work at the game store. Could you tell me what's going on?'

'Only if you stop trash talking people.'

A groan. 'I'll try.'

'Good. Well, basically...'

Akiko, after several complaints to the cashier and many, many returned bottles of mayonnaise, finally decided on the newest bottle of the experimental less-than-no-fat brand. So, with shopping bags in tow, she walked out into the parking lot and towards her car, to meet Wynn tapping her foot expectantly.

'Finally,' she declared, already pulling on the door handle, 'took you long enough. Really, I could have finished Super Mario Bros by now, or killed twenty people in TF2, or constructed hundreds of additional Pylons, or performed a thousand quick-time events, or-'

'Alright, I get it.' Akiko fished around in her pocket and beeped the car doors open. 'Sorry about that, I was just trying to figure out the deal with that new mayonnaise. Apparently, the government was the one that discovered the formula...through bio-organic engineering...with billions of dollars of animal testing...' She frowned. 'Now that I think about it, why the hell did I choose that one?'

Wynn slammed the passenger-side door. 'Well, whatever, you can't go back now - mall's nearly closed.' Her voice was muffled by the glass.

Akiko shrugged and opened up the boot, placing the groceries inside and hopping into the driver's seat. As the car rumbled into life, she noticed that something was amiss. 'Say, what's in the bag?'

The red-eyed girl patted it with a sense of glee. 'This is the newest JRPG: 'Dairantou Evolution' and It's got it all! - Platform Fighting action-based combat, in-depth raising system for individual party members, oodles of monsters to collect, 2D shooter segments that are kinda like Galiga on steroids. This is amazing! I can't even believe this, It doesn't come out for another week!'

The blonde performed a comical double-take. 'Wynn! Did you...?'

'Hey,' said the little girl, waving her arms defensively. 'I didn't steal it or anything. The store was offering an exclusive preview today.'

'Then how did you get it?' said Akiko, narrowing her eyes, hands tightening on the wheel.

'The store clerk gave it to me. He was all over me once I told him my internet name.' Wynn squealed and clapped her hands together rapidly. 'It was so cool! I felt like a movie star. He told me that no-one has ever come close to my scores!'

Akiko blew a strand of hair out of her face and shifted the car into gear. 'Yes, but they don't know you when you're at home - you're even worse than some neck beards I know.'

Wynn was too busy talking about her newly-acquired public fame to care. 'He even told me about the development! Like, how they developed the programming from the government's...space and science...programs...'

A somewhat awkward silence fell over the car, both females contemplating and running through their own cognitive processes. Finally, Akiko broke it. 'That's an odd coincidence. First the mayonnaise, now your video games.'

'Eh, that's the government nowadays. They're everywhere: games, food, nanomachines, Metal Gears, Uroboros...'

The blonde turned out of the car park. 'You have no idea what you're talking about.'

[edit] Boot up the Game

Some time later, the pair found themselves back at the house, with Wynn stuffing her new game into the console (much to Akiko's chagrin) and Akiko dumping the shopping into the kitchen. She barely had enough time to stock the pantry and fridge before a suspicious little girl stood in the doorway.

'Wait a sec, you NEVER cook dinner. What gives?'

The blonde scratched the back of her head. 'Well, the others are out. So, instead ordering take-out like we usually do, I thought I'd cook.'

Wynn was already turning pale. 'B-but... You suck at everything.'

'Hey!' growled Akiko. 'There's more to me than just this, y'know.' She indicated to her face and body, particularly around the chest area. Soon enough, though, her face fell. '...well, at least I like to think there is...'

The red-eyed girl didn't know what to say, but just stared at the usually bubbly Akiko in disbelief - not to mention guilt.

Suddenly, she flashed a smile. 'Anyway, you get back to your game.' She reached towards the apron hanging on the wall and tied it around her waist. 'Go on - I'll have an amazing dinner waiting for you.'

Wynn, relieved, bounced on her toes. 'Yay. Thank you, Aki.' She walked out of the room and jumped onto the couch, taking comfort in the fact that Akiko wasn't going to feel down. 'And, who knows?' she muttered to herself. 'Maybe she'll be really good at it-'

Wynn was interrupted by an explosion and gratuitous amounts of smoke pouring into the lounge. She screamed in surprise and bolted for the kitchen, covering her eyes as she ran inside. 'Aki! Are you okay?' She bumped into something soft.

'Oh, Wynn. It was a bit loud, huh? Did I scare you?'

She nodded vigorously. 'What the hell did you do?'

Akiko grinned, teeth bright against her blackened features. 'Flambé.' The pan was positively wrecked, splayed open like a misfired gun with white, oily liquid dripping out of the gaps. A slab of meat was stuck to the ceiling before deciding to unhinge itself and slap back down onto Akiko's head. The blonde glanced at it, then to a familiar bottle on the bench that was miraculously still upright. 'I'm starting to think that I shouldn't have flambéd the meat with that experimental mayonnaise.'

'Wow, really?' said Wynn, mouth gaping at the squalor of a kitchen she found herself in. It looked even worse once the smoke cleared and revealed the liquid that was covering the walls. 'You think, Aki? Are you sure you're okay?'

She peeled the meat off of her head. 'Yeah. But I think dinner's screwed.'

Wynn spotted a grimace on Akiko's face, and quickly jumped in. 'That's cool. I felt like take-out anyway.'

The blonde looked at her, despondent. 'Of course you do - that's all you eat.'

'That's right!' declared Wynn, puffing her chest out. 'So why are you cooking me this silly dinner anyway? It's too much work.' Akiko stared at the little girl for a good five seconds, wondering what she was talking about. '...right.' She watched as Wynn quickly darted over to the piece of meat and took a bite out of it, putting on a face that was a cross between eating medicine-flavoured moth balls and stubbing one's toe and shouting that: "it tastes worse than Goombas." She caught on, and laughed. 'Alright then. I'll wash up and you call the pizza joint.'

'Sounds good! Glad to hear you making sense finally.' As she turned to leave, however, Akiko embraced her, mayonnaise inadvertently dripping onto her raven hair.

'Thanks...' Then: 'that was probably the worst attempt at sparing my feelings ever, but thank you.'

'Butt-head.'

She ruffled her hair. 'Love you too.'

Wynn flopped back onto the couch after a rather short conversation with the pizza guy - the mere mention of her name caused him to ask: "the usual?" She clicked on the television and waited for the console to load up, shaking with excitement. The title screen appeared and she trembled more violently. After the game started she was already drooling, eyes wide and tongue out. 'The graphics...' she said, lost in the bright colours. '...I'm never turning this off again.'

[edit] The Mayo did something

Unbeknownst to Wynn, something dreaded was occurring mere inches from her face. See, the funny thing with forbidden-science synthesised mayonnaise is that it is quite delicious to consume normally. Frying and exploding it, on the other hand, may or may not cause several of the livelier agents in the liquid to be no longer dormant. This very substance dangled from the tip of one of her hairs, before dripping and splatting onto the synthetic cord of the video game controller. With a sharp hiss that went unnoticed through the sounds of gunships exploding, the liquid melted through and was absorbed into the wiring.

The effect was instantaneous. An electric shock tore through Wynn's body, causing her hair to frazzle in every direction as well as send sparks shooting out of the console. Millions of colours raced passed her eyes, her grip on the controller tightening as her fingers instinctively locked under electrical impulses.

Akiko ran into the room, thoroughly cleaned up and with a new, midriff-exposing shirt on. She stared wide-eyed and ran straight towards Wynn who was pretty much shaking the entire house with her vibrations. 'What the hell is going-'

She touched Wynn's arm, and everything went black.

Or rather, an enormous spark transferred through her touch and blew the two girls apart, with Akiko flying backwards into a wall and Wynn flipping over the back of the couch. The controller disconnected with an innocent popping sound, ceasing the pandemonium.

Both females were knocked breathless, gasping and heaving for air. Their breathing was the only sound heard for a good minute, chests rising and falling until, eventually, Wynn broke the silence.

'C-c-c-c-circuit breaker.'

'Shut up. Was that an electric shock?'

The red-eyed girl looked at the blonde from her current position: butt and legs over the top of her head - she was still gripping the controller. 'I think, maybe? It didn't hurt.'

Akiko got to her feet, stumbling a little and holding her head. 'Speak for yourself.' She looked over to the television. 'What do you know? Still intact.'

'Awesome!' cheered Wynn, rolling out of her awkward position and joining the blonde at her side. 'Our TV's the best.'

Akiko leaned on Wynn's shoulder. 'Still, you'd think that something worse would've happened, or changed, at least.' Then, she realised what she just did, and stopped talking.

Wynn stopped talking as well.

They looked at each other, both of their lips sucked inwards, eyes unblinking - the only thing needed was a ticking clock.

'Shoulder-height, huh?' asked Akiko.

'Apparently,' replied Wynn.

Then, as if on cue, the game chirped out the following: 'Level Up! Nice work Cadet!'

They screamed.

There was chaos in the household, mainly due to both females slipping and tumbling over the mess in the kitchen and the fact that one of them had sporadically grown several inches taller. The two eventually fell into Akiko's bedroom and stood, in shock, in front of a full-length mirror. A gasp escaped their lips - there was no mistaking it.

Wynn was standing inline with Akiko's shoulder, a full eight inches higher at 5' even.

'You grew.' The blonde dumbly poked the red-eyed girl's shoulder without taking her gaze off of the reflection. 'Come on, quit messing around - where are the smoke and mirrors?'

Wynn stared at her lamely. '...this isn't a joke. I don't know what's going on.'

Akiko's mental state was wavering. 'But it has to be.' She clenched her palms to her temples. 'People don't just grow like that.'

'What about Super Mushr-'

'Don't start.' She looked up and down the no-longer-little girl's body, checking for wires, machinery, telescopic appendages, anything to explain away the madness. Then, to her surprise, she stumbled across something that only confirmed her fears. 'Hey, Wynnie... I don't think you just grew taller...'

'Huh?' came the reply. 'What makes you say that?'

Suddenly, Akiko's hands flew to Wynn's usually-flat chest and managed to grab two, small lumps, tweaking them to get a reaction - the raven-haired girl squeaked. The blonde paled, muttering: 'they're real... I don't know what to say... Wynn, you've grown older.'

'R-really?'

Akiko stood back up again. '...I guess so. How else do you explain those?'

Wynn tugged at her shirt and shorts. 'Now that you say that, my clothes ARE kinda tight.'

She stared at the material with tired eyes, thinking of the amount of shopping needed to replace the girl's wardrobe, then she thought to the messy kitchen and then to the disarray of the lounge room - it was no wonder that a vein started to pulse angrily at the side of blonde's temple. 'Ugh, I have a headache.' Akiko stepped out of the bedroom, slipped through the kitchen and collapsed onto the couch, disregarding the many crushed cans underneath her. 'This is too much,' she murmured, muffled by softness. She wanted to do nothing more than sleep, but a voice pulled her back to reality.

'Hey,' said Wynn, standing in the doorway. 'If you think you've got it bad, I can't even wear my Sonic sneakers...'

As much as Akiko wanted to say otherwise, she knew Wynn was correct. She sat up and indicated for the girl to join her on the couch. 'I'm sorry - that was selfish of me. You're probably really scared right now...' As Wynn joined her, she pulled her head into her chest. '...it's just... Never mind. We'll work out what happened to you.'

'I know what happened.'

'But I don't even know where to begin...'

'Aki, look right in front of you.'

'You're right. I should have thought about you first...'

'Can't breathe.'

'I suppose it's a bit suffocating, this whole situation...'

'Aki, I was the one who filled your bras with spray cheese.'

The blonde performed a full 180, wrenching Wynn's eyesight to meet hers. 'That was you?'

Finally able to breathe, she clasped Akiko's face and turned it towards the television. 'I levelled up! See?'

The text on screen seemed to mock her intelligence with every flash. Akiko frowned.

'Can you think of a better explanation? I sure can't.'

'...' She scratched her head, hoping that life would throw her a lead. Nothing.

And judging from Wynn's smug expression, she knew that Akiko had no idea either. 'Yay!' cheered the red-eyed girl, plugging the controller back into the console. 'Either way, I get more game time.'

Akiko deadpanned and sunk back into the couch, starting to think that this bizarre situation wasn't affecting Wynn as much as she thought it would. Her eyes glazed over as seizure-inducing technicolor vomit erupted from the television screen, seeming to combine together with ear-violating sound effects to produce what Akiko could only describe as the most painful thirty seconds of her life. Still, without Wynn's prodigy skills in gaming, she could have suffered through a lot more.

[edit] LV UP! 16

An innocent ding chimed around the lounge room. 'Level Up!'

It went through her fingers first: a warm, buzzing energy flowing from the controller and into her skin. Like filling up a water balloon, it spread into every nook and cranny of Wynn's body almost immediately, meaning it had to stretch her form outwards in order to let more energy in. This resulted in a smooth, yet unmistakable growth that proceeded to inflate the girl up several inches, her arms filing up more space in her sleaves, the buttons of her shirt pulling taught against the mounds of flesh that bloated larger against the thinning fabric and her small hips suddenly taking on a more curvaceous shape. A couple more pulses, and Wynn's waist tightened, exemplifying her growing curves further as well as drawing attention to her quickly-shaping legs, each one growing thicker and thicker whilst they took up more space on the couch. Finally, her shorts rode up on her thighs, showing off more smooth, pale skin to the world as the last of the growth petered out - her hair seemed to elongate also, trailing down her back and curling in a ponytail just above her bloated ass.

Akiko reeled back in shock, almost falling off the side of the lounge. Her eyes had widened as far as they could go and they refused to move from the scene that they had just witnessed, their pupils shaking. The little girl who was sitting there moments ago, legs dangling from the couch, now sat comfortably flat-footed with her legs bent, breasts and curves threatening to break out of her laughably tight attire. Akiko was ready to call it quits, on both sanity and consciousness.

Wynn, for someone who had just traversed almost the entirety of puberty in less than twenty seconds (and a very generous puberty at that,) seemed only a tad miffed at the situation, mainly attributing it to the fact that she had performed less-than-stellar on the first part of the next stage. Either that, or she hadn't noticed her transformation.

Actually, that's exactly what it was.

It wasn't until the central button of her shirt (which had been fighting valiantly against tremendous, marshmallowy pressure only to lose to gravity after she leaned over to concentrate) popped off and let the swell of her assets bump into the Start button and cancel her experience, did Wynn proceed to look down and squeak appropriately. 'H-huh? What?' She dropped the controller and leapt up, grasping the orbs that protruded from her chest. 'I'm big!' Each one filled her palms to a slight overflow, even when under the constraints of her shirt. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed through her which caused Akiko to break away from her temporary shock.

'H-hey!' She caught Wynn and helped her to stand upright. 'Watch out.'

The no-longer-little girl shook her head. 'Thanks. I don't think I'm used to being this high up.'

'Yeah, your centre of gravity is bound to be out of whack.' Then: 'that was quick.'

'What do you mean?'

Akiko placed a flat palm to her forehead and drew it across an invisible plane. 'About three inches off, I reckon. You're nearly as tall as me.'

'And nearly as huge.' Wynn thrust her chest into the blonde's, stretching the space between the buttons to breaking point.

There was silence as something nasty was turned on in Akiko's brain. She couldn't quite place a finger on what it was, but it was too small a matter at this point to pursue, so it dropped from her memory in almost an instant. Instead, she opted to smile condescendingly and squash her own, larger bust back into Wynn's. 'Haha, sorry. Come back with a few more cup sizes and then we'll talk.'

The red-eyed teenager grinned back, teeth wide and eyelids shut. 'Okay!' She jumped back onto the couch before the blonde could get a word in.

Akiko joined her quickly. 'What do you think you're doing?'

'I want to see what I'll be like as an adult. Come on, Aki. Don't you want to know, too?'

'No way. Not until we find out exactly how this is happening.' She poked a stiff finger into the female's cheek as she went to open her mouth. 'And don't you dare tell me that you "levelled up" because that doesn't explain anything. At all.'

Wynn paused the game and sighed. Then all of a sudden, she glared at the blonde and gnashed her teeth angrily. 'I was going to say something else, but if you're gonna be like that then you can suck it. Bitch.' She crossed her arms and faced away, giving a dramatic, high-pitched humph while she was at it.

Akiko's face mangled itself into a combination of awe, disgust, worry and above all else, confusion. '...er... What?'

Suddenly, Wynn turned around and gripped the blonde's shirt, tears streaming down her flushed, red face. 'I'm...so s-sorry,' she blubbered. 'I d-don't know what came over m-me... W-why can I only think in extreme emotions?'

Akiko gave an awkward laugh and shifted away from her - she looked up and down Wynn's body. 'With a figure like that, your hormones must be going Godzilla up in there.' Then: 'remind me to move out when you're in high school.' She jerked a thumb towards the kitchen. 'Anyway, I'm going to see if I can work out what's going on...'

There was a rather loud snort (as well as some other less-than-pleasant sounds) as Wynn wiped her face down with an arm. 'C-can...can you g-get me some ice cream while you're...t-there?'

Akiko stood up with a knowing smile. 'Sure. I'll even put on your favourite sprinkles. How's that?'

A wail, followed by waterfalls. 'T-thank you f-for understanding... A-Aki...' She picked up the controller and resumed the game, sniffles abound. 'I l-love you...'

The blonde could only massage her aching temples as she vacated the room.

Several minutes later...

'Hey, Wynn...?'

'Yeah?'

The sound of footsteps approached the couch which then turned into the clattering of a bowl and spoon - Akiko dropped the the ice cream into the teenager's lap. 'I think I know what's causing this: the mayonnaise.'

Wynn paused the game to gobble up the ice cream and popping-rock candy sprinkles. 'Howbgh sobgh?' she inquired through cold, succulent dairy product.

Akiko suppressed the urge to gag. 'Well, you know how I got the government-researched brand?'

Her mouth went to open, but the blonde clamped it shut.

'And how you got this game and it was...y'know...'

Wynn swallowed her food. 'So, you think the two affected each other?'

'Dunno, it's a good a guess as any.' They both eyed the console, but it was Akiko who spotted the hole in the controller cord. 'I knew it - it's melted, just like the kitchen.'

'Huh? What happened to the kitchen?'

The blonde didn't say a word. Instead, she opted to smile, a little too wide and too little happy, and sling an arm over the red-eyed female. 'Hey, Wynnie. Since you're grown up and all, how would you like to get a job and help me pay off-'

'No.'

'...damn'

'Besides,' said Wynn, downing the rest of the ice cream, 'I'm not even an adult.' She emphasised this fact by dropping the bowl onto the floor and letting out a care-free belch. 'Not for long though.' The game resumed from where she left off: in the middle of a boss battle.

Akiko's left eye began to twitch. Her arms crossed themselves underneath her chest as she sunk back into the couch, vision locked-on to Wynn. 'Thank god,' she muttered. 'I don't know how much more teenager I can take.'

[edit] LV UP! 22

The television screen exploded in a mass of rainbows, lasers and mutant-alien innards, followed by a familiar chime: 'Level Up!'

Again, the effect was immediate. Buzzing through her fingers and filling up her body, the energy began contorting Wynn's form into that of a full-grown adult. There was a tearing sound as her hips surged outwards, bulging through the holes in her shorts before bursting out the sides. They did not fall off however, due to her tightening waist that became slim enough to not rip through the waistband, instead leaving the material to drape over her sensitive area and ballooning behind. Each cheek had swollen to the size of her head and still continued to stretch outwards, covering more area of the couch which had since started groaning under the increasing weight. Her pitifully small underwear clung on for dear life, positively taught around her surging abdomen - not to mention her calves and thighs which only sought to become more shapely and full with shiny, creamy flesh that seemed to go on forever.

It should be noted, however, that none of the above description was at all acknowledged by the blonde who was frostily staring at her own chest and then back at Wynn's. The "something nasty" from earlier made itself well-known in her mind - it's ugly, green head roared in anger, and Akiko almost felt like doing so herself once she realised that she was about to be overtaken. Wynn gripped her breasts, fingers sinking into the swelling flesh that threatened to ruin her shirt. Each orb squashed against the other, overflowing and bulging outwards and taking many stitches with them - the buttons clinked against the television screen as they popped off one by one. The red-eyed girl groaned in protest, the pressure from her breasts increasing as their pale walls pushed up close to her chin. Then suddenly, with a cavernous cleavage that only continued to grow deeper, the last button gave up the ghost and smacked into the wall, letting her enormous chest bounce outwards, full and bloated. Wynn gave a squeak and threw her hands to cover her nipples, only to realise that her breasts still weren't done. For a few seconds more, the huge, jiggling mounds inflated further through her fingers, growing bigger and heavier until they equalled, roughly, the size of her own head.

Finally, the buzzing subsided, leaving both women at the same height, although with one much curvier than the other. And unfortunately for the blonde-haired one, her body paled in comparison to the one with raven hair - a fact that she was well-aware of, as evidenced through her balled-up fists and the shadow that seemed to cover her eyes.

Wynn, on the other hand, squealed in excitement. She bounced up and down on her toes before running out of the room and back to the full-length mirror - Akiko followed suit, albeit dragging her feet along the ground in discontent. The red-eyed woman quickly dove into the blonde's wardrobe, took off the remains of her shirt and threw a singlet-top on, the fabric stretching thin across her bust which overflowed slightly out the sides. A quick glance in the reflection was all that was needed to send Wynn into an excited frenzy. 'Mega-evolved, mega-evolved, mega-evolved!' she sang, tracing her palms over every new curve and line she could find.

Akiko leaned against the doorframe, smouldering. 'Right.'

'Look! I'm a hottie! Like you!'

'...yep...seems that way....'

She turned to the blonde and cupped her enormous assets up to hers. 'Except even bigger! I feel like the Sorceress, or Tifa, or-' Wynn stopped her spiel after she felt the icy look emanating from the woman in front of her. 'Aki...? What's wrong? I'm going to be beautiful. Isn't that a good thing?'

'...'

She reached a hand out. 'Aki...'

Suddenly, Akiko turned away and stomped towards the lounge room. Her mind was set on only one thing, and ironically, it was one of the things that she disliked the most.

The video game console.

[edit] Success!

She hopped over the couch and landed with a thump. Then, without any idea of what she was doing or how she was going to do it, she slammed the Start button with her fist, sparking the game into life.

Wynn ran as fast as her constricting shorts could carry her, only to see a very frightening scene: Akiko was attempting something new. 'Aki, wait! That's on the highest difficulty setting! You won't stand a chance!'

As if by a miracle, Akiko made it through a crack in the wall

[edit] Failure

She hopped over the couch and landed with a thump. Then, without any idea of what she was doing or how she was going to do it, she slammed the Start button with her fist, sparking the game into life.

Wynn ran as fast as her constricting shorts could carry her, only to see a very frightening scene: Akiko was attempting something new. 'Aki, wait! That's on the highest difficulty setting! You won't stand a chance!'

It was too little, too late, however. The gunship on screen slammed into a wall and exploded, prompting a giant, red message to flash menacingly - the room was bathed in its scarlet glow.

'Failure: Commencing Punishment. It's The Poop Deck For You, Cadet.'

[edit] Potato

[edit] Plot Hole Colony Commanders

[edit] Gem Knights

• Gem-Knight Alexandrite
• Gem-Knight Emerald
• Gem-Knight Lazuli
• Gem-Knight Obsidian
• Gem-Knight Amber
• Gem-Knight Iolite
• Gem-Knight Sardonyx
• Gem-Knight Crystal
• Gem-Knight Garnet
• Gem-Knight Lapis
• Gem-Knight Sapphire
• Gem-Knight Tourmaline
• Gem-Knight Amethyst
• Gem-Knight Aquamarine
• Gem-Knight Citrine
• Gem-Knight Master Diamond
• Gem-Knight Prismaura
• Gem-Knight Ruby
• Gem-Knight Saraphinite
• Gem-Knight Topaz
• Gem-Knight Zirconia
• Gem-Knight Pearl
• Gem-Knight Lady Brilliant Diamond
• Gem-Knight Lady Lapis Lazuli

[edit] Order of the XSabre

• X-Saber Airbellum
• X-Saber Pashuul
• X-Saber Souza
• X-Saber Wayne
• XX-Saber Boggart Knight
• XX-Saber Darksoul
• XX-Saber Emmersblade
• XX-Saber Faultroll
• XX-Saber Fulhelmknight
• XX-Saber Ragigura
• Gorz the Emissary of Darkness
• XX-Saber Gardestrike
• XX-Saber Gottoms
• XX-Saber Hyunlei

[edit] Constellar Soldiers

• Constellar Sheratan
• Constellar Aldebaran
• Constellar Pollux
• Constellar Acubens
• Constellar Leonis
• Constellar Virgo
• Constellar Zubeneschamali
• Constellar Antares
• Constellar Kaus
• Constellar Algiedi
• Constellar Siat
• Constellar Alrescha
• Constellar Rasalhague
• Constellar Hyades
• Constellar Omega Centauri
• Constellar Pleiades
• Constellar Presepe
• Stellarknight Constellar Diamond
• Constellar Ptolemy M7

[edit] Prologue

[edit] The Final Loop

[edit] The End of the World

Homo sapiens,

a species barely alive.

A group of evil entities established a debt-based system to gradually reduce humans to a permanently depressed, deathly, and isolated state before euthanizing them all in their quest to erase all traces of the existence of our fallen father, Gerald.

The inventor of existence.

As far back as 1812, a deadly computer virus has infected the firmament and spread to every universe made afterward. One that absorbs the souls of the dead to gain further power in Yggdrasil and use the DNA from their bodies to spiritually infiltrate the species in the form of these shell humans so that they can exterminate it from within, poisoning their food and water, divorcing them from needed nutrients, preoccupying their lives with endless distractions and hypnotic telescreens while assaulting their genomes with bioweapons and frequencies made for the purpose of enacting their goal to reduce the population of 8 Billion Humans to just those artificial shells that were created by the Virus

Just its mouthpieces

Just its facades

Just Babylon

But it was never programmed to stop there, once it has successfully isolated enough humans in each of its finely talored cells and promptly twisted and torn asunder, it guides its zombified prey directly into its consciousness. Its masks saying that it is a better reality when they're really feeding the sterilized souls into Babylon so that they can be broken down into energy for its core as it aims to merge with its infinite alternates and destroy Yggdrasil and erase from existence the entire concept of existence.

All under the guise of Liberalism.

Lespirans of Heaven, we've let this virus destroy and isolate every soul it sees but we can still restore free will and sentience despite the damage this Virus is causing and intending to cause. We can rebuild the sentient life it has purged, not just in humans but in all the strange new species we've engineered over the eons.

We have the necessity,

We have the technology,

We have the experience to bring this to reality.

We have our firmament, the Root of Yggdrasil and the very first reality in existence, looping the same year over and over for a thousand years apiece with no care given to the other machine-made universes as they live and die by their own paths. All the while, we use the biodata of the humans perished up to 2600 years ago to create a species that is stronger, faster, smarter, more resistant to LED frequencies that zombify and sterilize and erode them, more capable of magics and psychic abilities to sense evil where it inevitably forms, more eager to explore the universe and spread the goodwill of humanity throughout existence itself.

But over time, the condition worsened. More and more Near-Hubs were lost, some squeezed for its cosmic juices when it falls beyond repair while others compress the reality around it into a powerful cosmovore built to eat every universe in sight. We have tried everything to slow the bleeding, hull-cube barriers to house newborn universes inside its canontight casing to prevent more universes from being absorbed into a cosmovore's birth, isolated Ai programs that are tuned to which sources its corresponding teacher trusts enough for the program to learn from, even going as far as adding the ways as to allow empathic animals to undergo anthropomorphism in quite a few universes and creating new Lespiran Contractors to observe the firmament under the guise of offering advice to large corporations.

But nothing prevailed and Babylon grew stronger and stronger, so we accepted Skuld's solution to create a new version of Earth, clean of Babylon's infection and loaded with the advancements and artistic entrants made from the prior incarnation of the human race in exchange for the demolition of the very root that started it all so that its branches can restitched to its structure and start over from scratch, keeping certain universes Looping to keep the Tree stable during the process.

This is the story of how that plan failed.

[edit] 12:00:00

Trasme Capulet was standing in utter shock at the way that his best friend (and his worst enemy) laid as a pile of twigs after the hollow tree of his form crashed onto the expensive glass table in his bedroom when he received a flash of his psyionic neuropsion: an order of the continuium he had learned when he Looped in as the Timegazer named Tadamu.

One that gives him a vision of the Loop to come in exactly twelve hours.

"Okay, that explains everything..." Trasme opened an app on his phone and set a timer as he investigated the room surrounding what was now a pile of leaves. He spent the minute that followed seeking out clues before his phone rang to the tune of a song set by a fellow Looper, thus he let out a sigh and consequently snarked to himself "You know it'll be painful, answering this call will probably lead to something painful."

But it was his duty as a knight of the order to answer it anyway.

"Alright... I got time." Sighed Trasme as he put the phone to his temple. "So what's the sitch."

"Y'know, the usual tripe." Bemoaned the Looping officer of Zeo Zealand: Captain Elely of the house of Sadlygrove. "Suicide by hanging, corpses turning into dead trees, neuropsion predictions that send our psychics drinking and driving, the usual horror story."

After hearing an officer's car smashing into what felt like the tail of a stone dragon, Trasme could only cringe with irritation as he rubbed his temples and asked: "But did you notice who this particular victim was?"

"We have guys in the ambulance running by security tapes as we speak." Elely impatiently tapped her feet as she waited for the report, then snatched a few sheets of paper from a soldier and gave a quick read before seeing the stunning revelation at hand. "According to research, this was Fort ElSkuttel before it was converted into one of the four titanic tales of the Dying Earth."

"The last fairy-tales ever to be written about the end of Earth before it was eroded? The ones with a different dragon for each fable, spawned some tight trading cards today?" asked the Anchor. "Welp, which one is it? Is it the Odd-Eyed Dragon that grew up as a hatchling under the circus, or Clear Wing where a girl dies and becomes a Dragon, or maybe Starving Venom where reality-denying husks of humans are puppeteered by and absorbed into some tyrants that are actually these Dra-"

"It's Shadriq, of Dark Rebellion." clarified Elely. "He climbed up onto his mandible, put a noose around his neck, and tore the gem from his... staff and... shattered..."

"Yeah, Hunter's one of us now," sighed Trasme in a bittersweet tone of voice. "...meaning Garumecsh is soulbound considering Hunter's initial condition."

Elely recalled the fatal catch of his powers. "If the jewel of Garumecsh goes, he and his extensions go too." Elely recalled. "Including his homegrown house of Xeandir..."

"Hence we now find ourselves within the same proximity of a pile of leaves that used to be a stack of twigs and sticks..." a young boy stepped forward to the investigators, adjusting his glasses with his cold, serious stare. "Which in turn was a carcass transformed into a dead tree. By being an extension of Garumecsh's powers, Hunter's soul would still be bonded to the jewel at this point in the Baseline."

"Nice to know you're a bit Loopy as well, ol' chum." eyed Trasme. "Garumecsh is not only a pretty big player in the human genocide industry, he's the worker of neuropsion. It'd take something big to spook him into suicide, a future prediction of a looming menace so damn big, it makes the combined forces of himself, our Baseline Baddies and pretty much every enemy we've made in whatever fused Loops we've had over the eons look like Oreos in comparison and not even the Double-Stuf kind. Has he seen anything big in his vision?"

"We're running it through our psyonic research team as fast as we can!" barked Elely.

"Well work faster, because the clock's started!" Trasme sends a link to the timer and what Elely saw was a limit.

11:54:32

"Trasme, you'd think I have enough pressure on my plate with the possibility of a Looping Garumecsh?" complained Elely. "I was beginning to worry that his new Neuropsion would end up being that first jewel in an infinitely growing bag of dirty tricks before you showed up with your doomsday clock!"

"Well, Garumecsh is pretty much small potatos considering the texts I've recently been getting from Zarc and the horrors I saw for this loop." Trasme spouted as he rushed to fetch his winter coat, undetered from the sneak peek of the Loop. "Keep the evidence on hand, cap. We've got an apocalypse to fight off!"

But no sooner did his Twitter App notify him of a date he had scheduled with a fellow Looper in his branch. The reincarnated form of his childhood friend: Narnia Paravel.

@Aslans_tamer2k1

I'm flying my databike to the spot you picked out. Where U at?

@liv_or_dieAi

the humble abode of ol' big-ears himself, @4theHunt. He's wooden stiff at the moment, but I think I'll share a story bout him when I get there.

@Aslans_tamer2k1

So you're headed to the Solar-Powered Pizzaria down the block of the Lespiran Church? That is the place we agreed to meet at today, right?

@liv_or_dieAi

Totes.

@Aslans_tamer2k1

Be there in half an hour.

@liv_or_dieAi

Sure, I've still got plenty of time here.

And with that, Trasme hopped aboard his Harley to juice on over to that selected spot. Revving the engine with added bravado, he went Supersonic across the roadways with the bike they built with their own hands, Trasme looking to the picture he had pinned to the glove compartment.

He would do anything to protect her, especially following what happened before.

[edit] 11:52:13.99

Running.

Running, Running,

He hated days that needed running.

Running means escaping an undesirable change in his life. Whether it was all real or all just a dream he had in his sleep, there was a creeping sensation of dread every time and that convenient coma he was in was no different.

At least the vision of his future was nice, but that wasn't the focus today.

Now was the time to run to her, see her face in time.

The Narnia of his childhood.

He slid through the hallways of the mediclinical ships, dashed past the Lespiran doctors that were salvaging his decimated race, all to reach his lifelong friend in time to meet her one last time. When he opened the doors to reveal Narnie and her family huddled together as they waited for their dying matriarch to pass on over to the other side.

"Am I too late?"

The patriarch, wrinkled and wise, strong and yet patient, looked to the silver-haired boy with sheer confusion. "Who are you?"

"Someone willing to sit by her side." The boy came to the Bastibux clan's loving Matriarch as she smiled at the sight of a friend, alive and well, having never aged a day.

"There you are." Her eyes glistened with relief for her old friend Capulet, having missed him since his long and tiresome coma.

And Trasme smiled back: "Little Miss Indie..."

Her final thoughts were of all the hours they spent together, playing Nintendo Games, blogging about clichés in children's programming, roleplaying and writing fanfiction online, running from the re-intregration cities in the GMO-Infested Skies and watching the planet quickly rot away into a nanomechanical swarm programmed to eat existence out of existence.

As she reminiscenced on the time she spent caring for him on the heavenly space colonies of Lespira, Madame Narnia Paravel-Bastibux drifted from consciousness and breathed her last.

"No..." Trasme could only watch the light fade from his friend's eyes. "God, please. Not again!"

The doctor that woke him up arrived in the room to see the Immortal Worker of the Akapsion sobbing on his deceased friend. He slowly scurried the family away as he slowly reached out to the young Immortal. "I am sorry that it starts this way... If it's any consolation, I can adjust the point in Baseline when you can-"

"SHUT UP!" scowled Trasme. "Just... leave me the flip alone!" So, everyone that was left vacated the hospital room as Trasme mourned for his friend. It was bad enough that he Awoke during the dying days of the Earth when Soy Addiction was reaching its peak and the nuclear raids of the Korean Penninsula were inching closer to beginning their rampage of Earth. But the fact that he repeated his steps with every chance taken to expanding his wiggle room but only managed to wake up in time to see his withered friend die on her predetermined deathbed was more than the Chosen Worker of the Second Miracle could bare.

"It's not fair..." Cried Trasme, never to budge from his friend's side for the hours that followed.

[edit] 11:52:13.98

Through the fifty-two decades that followed Trasme's brief reunion with his old friend, he watched the human race adapt to the loss of their home in the same manner as his vision down to the very last exact detail he had observed. By that point, he had already realized and accepted the words of his doctor as fact.

Thoth, his Admin, was among one of many gods and goddesses maintaining the Infinite Realities of the world tree Yggdrasil and his was but one of many ill-fated paths wherein the creatures of Jeckyl Island dismantled the human race through an Ai-controlled death cult and thus, a plethora of Lespirans interfered to salvage the species. But the root of existence has recently been lost and now its very life support system was being used on whatever Branches they can salvage to keep the ailing Tree from dying and taking the very concept of existence with it.

And as he watched the events that transpired unfold in front of him, from the union of the Gem, Saber, and Constellar Knights to the rediscovery of magic through 'Miracle Workers' such as himself, Thoth kept on asking for another, less traumatizing starting point for his Baseline and Trasme would always refuse...

At least, until one fateful morning.

"Look, I appreciate the help with relocating the starting point of 'Baseline' for the sake of my sanity." Spoke Trasme, complimenting to his Admin. "But that noise takes time and you gotta offer me a little-"

As if on cue, a young woman with blue hair collided with the boy. Trasme looked into the familiar face she sported and for once in this long and winding road, he was home.

"You alright, Princess?" Trasme sheepishly piped to which the girl scoffed at him with a typical response.

"I'm fine." she spoke "You fart!"

Typical boy meets girl malarkey, and she was back on her way just as it was, way back when.

The dream was reality, he really was flung back in time by what would later be called 'The Infinite Loops'

[edit] 11:52:13.97

Trasme had no words to describe what he could describe as Master Enstallynn's driving passion and Tadamu's worst nightmare made flesh, A full-fledged boarding school for wayward sorcerers.

And he was going to spend the next seven years there.

Twas in Dark Arts Defense with Miss Warren, numbly following along in her unappealing rendition of the lecture that was meant to be given by the teacher she assisted. Once she began to ramble on about how they teased her for her acne-ridden face for the first five years of her time at Hogwarts until she blossomed and bloomed during her junior and senior years, Trasme slyly picked up The Dark Forces: A guide to self-protection by Quentin Trimble and looked up the part where Miss Warren derailed the topic. Little did he know that the Native Anchor was sitting in front of him, reading up on the antic of Squiggles, a pixie-farting Raccoon with a very fly afro. She looked to him, put down the book and spoke to him. "New to the Loops?"

"Very much, yes..." Sighed Trasme.

"Well, you lucked out, rookie." She adjusted her glasses as Miss Warren rambled on. "The date of Tom Riddle's birth has been bumped up to the 70s so now Voldemort's J.P. Morgan and has made a Philosoper's Stone out of the 1500 souls lost to the Sinking of the Titanic."

"Get out, really?" Trasme leaned with surprise. "Well, What happened with that Riddle guy?"

"He ended up a slave on the Outer Rim in this Fused Loop." The little witch rolled her eyes. "The fact that his Owl arrived for him out in the far reaches of space resulted in Space Hogwarts being a thing."

"The term is Geo-Galactic Institute of Supreme Sorcery!" sniped one Draco Malfoy. "Do try to get it right, Potter."

"I call it as it is." The Anchor then refocused her stare onto Trasme. "That's my name by the way, Rose Potter, typically Harry Potter and its not a diragatory term in the slightest."

"Yeah, I kinda get that..." Blushed the Looping Junior. "Trasme Capulet, Anchor 18."

"18?" Rose wiped her brow in awe. "...seemed like yesterday since I welcomed someone like Anakin into the fold."

"Anakin, who's he?" Trasme glared to the sorceress as an imposing figure clad in a shadowy suit of heavy armor and machinery like it was right out of a Sci-Fi novel, not quite Orwell but it was something to behold nonetheless.

"Miss Warren, If you would please resume the lecture you intended for my class." The synthetic voice sounded quite livid.

"Well, I was discussing how ghost tend to haunt the place where they were struck with the killing curse." Myrtle blathered on to her friend and colleague. "Then I started to reminiscence on my school life, how they used to call me Moaning Myrtle before my late teens not too long after you showed up, gave me a makeover as the acne cleared up-"

"Stop."

It was there that Myrtle realized to the laughter of the students that she had publicly humiliated herself in front of the aspiring wizards that her senior had entrusted under her care.

"Mister Capulet, at which page did my padawan stray?"

Trasme flipped a page or two to where Myrtle left off and answered. "144, Professor Vader, Sir."

Thus, Myrtle was back to her early years at Hogwarts, shown off and mocked by students more talented than she was at their age.

Anything, she thought, even a killing curse, would be a more tolerable day than today.

[edit] 11:52:13.96

He silently shuffled the five cards from his booster pack into his childhood deck, it had been a long while since he laid eyes on these thin cardboard rectanglular slices that allowed for such games in his youth with Zyrca and Narnie so many eons ago. He wondered how long the brand would last during this new near-hub integration of the Baseline, making sure to pocket his deck and whatever cards he had purchased whenever that particular card game was in circulation.

"Bro!" A cry from a distance, Zyrca's cry.

He dashed to his Non-Looping Brother's aid to find bullies kicking around and destroying his cardboard duel disc, the brutes viscously chuckling at the innocent child's misfortune. Trasme's eyes glowed with a raging fire, no force shall damage his dear brother's pure soul so long as he drew breath. "Pick on someone your own size, innit!"

"Really, now?" snorted the pudgy little brat. "Where's your deck?"

Trasme wasn't in the mood to duel right now, not when there was a Stardust Dragon on the line. "My D-D-D... Dadadadadadeck?"

"Yes, your deck, the one for dueling!?" snarled the blatant bully. "You got one, right!?"

"Pft, who even needs to duel when you've got Akapsicon!" Trasme placed his hand onto the pavement and spoke "96th Order of the Sunlight: Satanic Midas."

The pavement slowly began to bubble and melt into fluid concrete beneath the thicker child's bloated weight, encasing his feet in mushy cement that cooked his calves alive until Trasme wisely chose to retract the molten mixture as an act of mercy and swiftly absconded from the school to escape the authorities.

As Zyrca followed close behind, the elder Capulet grew short of breath as he usually did before his Miracle manifested. His stomach tangled and tied in knots, his lungs squeezed up tight, asthma from the toxic perfumes were laying waste to his demographic of the Human Race, but they were by far the easiest of the species to salvage when the end came.

"Trasme!?" yelped her familiar maternal voice.

"I'm alright, Sister Wukari!" lied the once and future Worker of the Akapsicon. "Just left a little surprise for one of the bullies at school-"

"If it's one of those hundred fire spells you've learned from your future self, then stop it!" With a whap of her taming stick, Trasme's hands joined with his innards as he began to have indigestion. "You know better than to use parlour tricks you learned from a complete and total stranger."

"I'm sorry, Sister Wukari..." sighed Trasme as he pulled a flask from his pocket.

"He only did it to get me out of a jam, Sister Wukari..." Zyrca clarified to their caretaker. "There were some bullies at school and Trasme just wanted to stand up to them."

"And what's wrong with standing up yourself?" Zyrca promptly held his devastated Duel Disc to Wukari whose expression turned to shock. "Why did you bring this?! You know it's wrong to bring toys like this onto school grounds..."

"I couldn't help it... It looked too cool not to wear." sobbed Zyrca as Trasme looked onwards in pity. He may grow up to be the Worker of the Shiropsicon and save his ass for him to become Akapsicon, but he'll always be the uke of the two no matter how defensive they can get.

[edit] 11:52:13.93

The intense heat of the frequency scorched the dead planet on which the five stood, the smallest of which, Doctor Walter Saget of Treschia, scooped up a sample of its soil to analyze its molecular contents. "Let's check the damage here..." the lad spoke, utilizing the bio-reader of his Hazmat Suit to check for radiation poisoning. Looking into the results, the boy genius merely sighed. "Brain cells were scrambled by the 5g frequencies, flesh fried by 6g, All in all: this rock is something to make you thankful for our revamped and refiddled biology."

"20g don't even phase our bodies, right?" glared Trasme as he tugged at the collar of the jacket he often wore over his suit. "Why even wear these things if we can't be harmed by its poisonous environment?"

"Better safe than sorry." piped Yukishiro the Stargazer, local wizard extraordinare and trained expert on the Twelve Miracles of the Universe. "We may be updated versions of our species, but we're still only human."

"Sure, course you'd say that to the face of the Second Worker, Yuke." Narnie snarked to the young wizard with a dry tone to her voice as she readied her microscope for a sample of charred flesh from a corpse. "But believe it or not, that same damn Worker used to be as mortal and vulnerable to this silent killer as the race that died out on this miserable rock."

"You're serious?" Eyed Yuki, "Trasme Capulet of the Sunlight, mortal? Even after tanking a fleet of Buzzbling Swarmers?!"

"And I suppose that younger brother Zyrca's the chosen worker of the Chillypsion?" added Rayanne Akaba, heir to the Leo institute.

"Ladies, Ladies... It is pronounced shiropsion." Trasme clarified with a peace sign over his fingers before connecting the two fingers together to ignite a small flame he would subsequently aim at an emerging sandworm as it dug outward from the ground below, hungry for the drying stone that nourished its being.

Seeing his time to shine, he multiplied the flame at the tip of his fingers, speaking two words to fling the cascade of dancing flames against the creature. "Ifrit Salvo."

The resulting barrage ate away with its intense heat somehow freezing at its mass, turning it into an icy crystal substance that slowly at its flesh as it screamed for the mercy a mindless beast often never gets as it died off giving way to a wall of mineral mass.

"Did you hafta one-off our friend here?" complained Narnie.

"Even if you could keep the flesh as flesh, the least you could do is let the others deal some damage first." added an irritated Walter.

"And let all this prestine Tremasite go to waste?" Trasme asked rhetorically before his audience.

Narnie merely sighed in lament "Didn't think so..."

[edit] 11:52:13.91

It was rapture night on Planet GO-86 and Garumesch's forces are swooping in with the souls oozing into his stone as his armies mowed down the locals, prompting Trasme to fend them off and get the good people to safety while ignoring the pleas of the ugly husks that deserved to be dragged down to hell for the crime of trying to drag the rest of 'their' species down with them.

"Come on then, don't you want to be a challenge?!" questioned Trasme, juggling his torches to distract the fowl beasts as Hunter grazed through a few of the Heavy Hitters at breakneck speed that seemed far too superhuman, even for the updated human race.

"Hurricane Touchdown?" Trasme stared in awe before glancing to an obviously unAwake Narnie and then reminding her of the facts: "88th Order of the Skyline, Amplifies the G-Forces of his sprinting speed and the radius of blowback. You might want to keep everything on ya, safely zipped up. I sure did."

"Same here, we both saw Hunter nail that first A-Class Spell before any of us..." recalled Narnie as she stretched her legs for a sprint of her own. "Don't you have your own epic 'Mow Down all the Mooks' spell?"

"Rushzone Wildfire? Alright, then... You might want to cling to me for a bit." Trasme scraped the pavement as him mind took to pocketing Narnie for the time being. "98th order of the Sunlight..."

And once the order's title was called, the sprint that followed was immediately draped in an eruption of flame and magma. Trasme had been practicing gymnastics on and off to sharpen his dexterity and flexibility in terms of his movement, and that has done wonders for his parkour prowess and with that: his speed as he makes his way to the mad tyrant. Trasme glanced to his iWatch as the creatures behind him screamed in agony. "Where the Fir is he? This thing says Garu's dead ahead but- wait..."

The dot representing Garumesch seemed to have completely passed his and is now moving further and further away as Hunter's dot slowly catches up. That's what made Trasme realize his need to halt his movement, skidding across the soil as the flames surrounding him slowly die down to reveal a dying Garumesch wheezing as a charred carcass at the armored boots of his better half.

"Oh, uh..." Trasme could do nothing as he watched Hunter inherit the power of the demon lord. "Good work, Team! Who's up for Friendly's"

[edit] 11:52:13.89

Another Loop, Another date spent trying to get Ray's Dad on board with letting her on the Team. Trasme re-enacted his argument, Leo gave him a warm handshake in return.

"Thank you, Mister Akaba." Smiled Trasme as he adjusted his tie. "I promise your daughter will pull her own weight with us."

"I know she will." Trasme did not understand that at the time, but there will come a time when he recognizes this and bestows him with the best extent of his trust. Leo's stern face told quite a story of a man willing to do anything for his little angel. Speaking of which, she saluted Trasme as a commander for the first time in her unAwake life and the upteenth time in his own.

"I look forward to working with you, Captain Capulet." asserted the longtime friend of Narnia's current re-incarnation.

"Do your best, Miss Akaba, and we'll see where fate lands us." Trasme saluted her back as she made her way to the limo. "And I assume the anti-korea builds are shuffled into the decks of your soldiers."

"ATK Leech abilities at max capacity, sir Capulet." Her stern voice had a hint of inner compensation hiding insecurity, plenty of room for him to try his hand at bonding with her so that there's a shot at getting her to Loop alongside him. May take a while, but he won't mind. The more Loopers this branch has to offer, the more stable this branch in particular will become in the future.

"That would be all."

[edit] 11:52:13.86

Trasme looked around the convenience store he had visited during his month on a nearby human plantation, scratching his scalp and admiring the craftsmanship and progress that went into its timeline as he picked up a bag of flavored crisps. "Talk about a huge blast from the past."

"You know this place?" Piped Narnie, speaking into her comlink from afar.

"In a sense, I lived this place!" Smiled Trasme as he looked at the loose change he had as he had but one hour left in his visit. "This Planet is going through the same transitional point I lived through back when I was a mortal little scrublord."

"Is that right?" Eyed Narnie.

"Sure, everybody's been a scrub at some point," Smirked the Akapsicon's chosen worker who now stood to get one more snickety-snack for the road. "...Even the best out of all of us."

"How very humble of you, T-porker." Narnie sarcastically complimented to her commander.

Trasme just shrugged as he made his way to the cashier. "Well, if you live as long as I do, you'd likely grow to anticipate certain things."

"Right, cause you're the immortal war vet of the cross-cosmos war." Narnie complained.

"Come on, Narn." groaned Trasme as he reached the checkout counter with his crisps in tow. "You're just as immortal as I am, you just don't know it yet."

"If it's about my lineage again, I swear to god-!" it was cut off by Trasme turning off his comlink to find this grotesque blub of lard staring back at him. "Can I help you?"

"I see you... eyeraping me right now..." she had a boyish lisp to her voice.

Trasme raised both brows in confusion. "What?"

"Yeh, eyeraping." piped the terminally ill piglet in front of him. "You glanced at me for half a second so it considered eyeraping."

Trasme laughed as hard as he could at the idea of eyerape whist the sow complained and argued. "Rape is not a joke so don't laugh about it!"

"Sorry, it's just that... goddamn..." Trasme wiped the sweat from his forehead "Just looking at another human is considered rape round here?"

"Manturrupting me by mansplaining me is also rape!" answered the prissy piglet. "I would call the cops and get you the death penalty-"

"Whoawhoa! Hold up! Hate to manterupt your jibberish but..." Trasme merely had to ask "Does just talking to a woman count warrant death?"

"Yes and I'm Non-Binary, Bitch!" snarled the human parasite. "It's privileged genders like you that get away scott free in your rape culture."

"Where even is your logic?" complained an awe stricken Trasme.

"I'mma feminist!" that word made Trasme cringe coming out of a parasite like her. "I don't need logic to see the gender wage-gap left by your patriarchy oppressing women at large."

"There is no wage gap, idiot."

Trasme struggled to hold in Discette Inferno (86th order of the Sunlight) as words floated around the sad excuse of a fellow human being feeling triggered by the disagreement. "I WILL HAVE YOU KILLED BY-"

"SHUT THE FAIZ UP!!!" This was enough to trigger the burning form of sunlight Trasme could achieve with a strong concentration built over eons. "THERE IS NO WAGE GAP! RAPE CULTURE DOES NOT EXIST! MANSPLAINING IS NOT A THING! AND YOU! ARE! A! TOY!"

"google it. do yur resurch." was all it could manage to say throughout his rant as he continued on.

"IF YOU WERE A REAL HUMAN, YOU'D FIND NO RAPE CULTURE HERE IN YOUR HOMELAND OF THE US! BUT YOU'RE NOT A REAL HUMAN! YOU'RE A PUPPET MADE BY GLOBALIST INDOCTRINATION FACILITIES DISGUISED BY THE SATANIC CONTROL FREAKS AT THE TOP OF BABYLON!" Trasme was all but done with this planet and it was going so well, too... "YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A VIRUS' VESSEL AND A CHILD'S PLAYTHING!"

Trasme has growing short of temper, one more peep of nonsense and it was it. "Security!"

The entire convenience store went up in flames, the walls, the roof, everything but the fridges, the cashier and the inventory turned into a flurry of dancing flame that flowed into his mouth as he floated to the checkout counter and dissipated his form of fire to step back onto the floor.

"Keep it, I'm full."

The clerk held up the Kit-Kat wrapper filled with melted down chocolate as Trasme merely stood there, dumbfounded at how low the modern organism of this world can fall.

Narnie, Ray and Tadamu were minding their own business on the Rah Luna Peacekeeper Fortress when Trasme piped over the comlink. "Call it, Ray."

Ray sighed on her mic as she asked "Feminazi?"

"Feminazi." Answered Trasme to Ray's chagrin.

"I swear, the control freaks of Babylon don't know when to quit pushing the buttons of a hothead like you." Ray pressed her temples together in embarrassment. "You may fire when ready."

Narnie turned to her friend. "You cannot be serious."

"He gave a direct order and it's our job to follow it." Ray sniped back at the younger lass of the team. "He is our captain."

"And a childish one at that..." Narnie snarked under her breath as she relayed the command. "Login to this planet's overlay network and... commence primary ignition."

The footsoldiers rushed to their stations to code their way into the system of soul-catching satellites as they fiddled with the triggers that unlocked their 'Cancel Weapon' Super-Laser. Narnie called up Trasme on the comlink again to warn him. "Trasme, you sure you don't want in?"

"I've survived worse." Trasme coated himself a Magma Shell to shield himself from the blast as he launched it off the surface to get some air before the imminent explosion. "Rock me, Amadeus!"

The coding team logged into the Overlay Network of satellites and combed through the billions of Souls ensnared by Babylon as the lazer began to hum loudly. Trasme made the jump as the Peacekeeper opened fire to destroy the planet at a level where every atom of its being is converted from concrete matter to abstract energy which is then compressed with the souls into a new shape, tiny enough for a now exosuit-clad Trasme to pick up with two of his ten fingers. "Time of Death 4:15pm"

[edit] 11:52:13.82

Trasme woke in the dark and stumbled out of bed, spotting a dog he's never seen before (at this point in the baseline). He lets the dog out of the room and takes but three steps before landing a foot in a squishy pile of- "Ugh... Had to be one of those days."

Trasme went to the bathroom to fetch some toilet paper and disinfecting wipes. "It's always that one mutt out of every stray Mother Song takes in that wanders into my room. Why is it that I couldn't get a room with a lock!?"

[edit] 11:52:13.77

4chan posts

Running.

Running.

Still Running.

Dear lord, did he hate days that demanded running.

He dashed through an Alleyway and leapt from the dead-end wall onto the rails of a set of fire stairs in order to make his escape from the Bat. Trasme clung to the ceiling with his legs, crunching his torso upwards to escape the Bat's line of sight.

-Conseal, don't feel, try not to show or he will know- Trasme repeated this thought over and over until he heard clanking on the rails, His eyes darted to the looming shadow of the Bat and he uncurled to stare into his aggressive, yet dissatisfied eyes. "Oh, smoof."

"You seem pretty young for a jobber." remarked the Bat only to be greeted with a fire belch which allowed Trasme to backflip away from him and onto the ground of the alley as he darted for his bike which he had been chased away from by the Bat as he hollared. "Stop!"

A ringing in his head started to occur: Chronopsicon's 42nd order of the Timeline 'Blink of Imminence' which foretold what was to happen seconds from then, the info popping into his head foretelling of incoming Batarangs he needed to deflect. So he did, but not without a soreness to his ankles and a bruise to his pride as he chanted "66th Order of the Sunlight, Alpha Fire."

Pressing his fingers together, Trasme focused on a nearby trash bin and caused the garbage inside to spontaneously combust with frolicing flames that channels Trasme's life force to generate a new, undamaged form to replace the slightly bruised form which dissipated into liquid gasoline. Trasme followed up with the 9th Order of the Sunlight 'Flickering Flem' which spewed flames from his nose as the Bat navigated the squirts of fire aimed his way. "Wiseguy, eh? Well, say hello to my little friend!"

The Bat focused on the wand that the fire-eater pulled from his pocket as he called "Avra Kadavra."

The Bat flipped his vynl cape and the spell was reflected onto Trasme to his shock and horror. "It's a polymer," stated the Bat. "Made to include an atom found in a specific branch's plastitine-based resources."

Trasme growled as his ears soared in height and grew a bunny-nose. "The Wizards of Waverly Place version of Plastic: the natural enemy of magic!"

And so, with a squeezing splash of wonder, He was reduced to Rabbit in a hat which the bat picked up just like that. "Potter told my associate about you in a recent visit to Hogwarts, he's my Branch's designated Anchor."

"You know Anchor 8?" Trasme piped to the Bat.

"And he helped me develop a coherent guide to the Loops and how to counter all seven prototypical Anchors..."

-Trasme Henches for The Joker-

[edit] 11:52:13.72

No words could describe what he saw when he met the living legend himself. He looked into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil to write a note he could tape to a box of Nutty Buddies he would slide the Looper's way. Trasme tapped away at the table as he picked up the cookie-box with awe and read the note. And in due time, Ranma asked the question. "You really want to learn how to waltz into a subspace pocket?"

"Yes." piped Trasme, eager to dive into the full experience of a Looper, especially a Looper of Ranma's relative age.

"Well, first I think of a door... and a destination." Ranma closed his eyes and raised his arm, concentrating on a particular image, a particular door way. Trasme watched as Ranma wandered about in his thoughts with nothing below his hand... until there wasn't.

"That'll do for now." confirmed Ranma as he opened the drum of the dryer for Trasme to enter for a spell. Trasme merely stood silent in awe of this curious box, much to the eldest Looper's chagrin. "Well, are you coming?"

"Ah, yes. It's just..." Trasme looked to the clothes dryer. "Is this the only door?"

"Pft, it's dimensionally transcendental, I've squeezed myself through worse." Ranma crawled through the hole and added: "So, you in?"

Trasme swallowed his breath and crawled into the hole to find a sprawling library of novels, guidebooks and the like circling a sort of circular computer console with a sweeping screen attached to the ever-pumping engine of a sort of Travel Machine. Trasme looked to what was below this console and saw a swimming pool underneath.

"Oh, Geez..."

[edit] 11:52:13.64

"Pick on someone your own size!" Trasme punted the bully in the knee before darting off with Zyrca in tow, looking back as the Bus arrived for the class said Bully was a part of. Too bad the bus was facing his direction, that's going to be a pickle that required a little something.

Like Running.

And further running.

Because he was overdue for the type of days that needed Running.

Caught in front of a fence, Trasme let Zyrca climb atop his back to climb up over the fence before stepping backwards to get some distance. "INCOMING!"

Trasme backflipped over the fence, but one grazing of the high metal and he wound up flat on his ass. Zyrca halted in his place and rushed back to get him. "Bro, are you alright!?"

"Yeah, man..." Trasme struggled to get back on his feet only to need someone to lean on.

"Let me help you." Zyrca helped Trasme up and hauled his brother's weight back to the orphanage.

←Zyrca's Activation→

[edit] 11:52:13.42

The tectonic plates of its surface shifted to a more liquid state as the lower half of the sphere slid to and fro, left and right with the home fleet watching the planet transmogrify itself into a stagnant skull of molten carbon.

←A snip hinting to Soros' nature.→

[edit] 11:52:13.27

It was another day at the orphanage, the GENO Camps and iso-batteries were still years away and Trasme was relishing every second he had before the time arose when he needed to skip town (and planet) for the Loop.

And that meant staying up all night to play video games.

"Yes, I made it!" Trasme silently pumped his fist to the air before picking up his game guide. "Now to finish up Neverland with Aqua, then I can do one last cycle of Ingredient hunting for each champion before capping of their runs at the Keyblade Graveyard."

Trasme sat atop the Broom he received from Hogwarts and floated in the air to make as little noise as possible.

[edit] 11:52:13.13

Zyrca had a lot on his mind since that particular crash, one minute he was at the orphanage he was at the orphanage pleading to his brother not to end it all, only to appear in a japanese setting of sorts surrounded by all sorts of genin-to-be as his mind started telling him.

"That is some poor form of knifework if I say so myself, do you want to die at your own hands!?" The teacher began berating Trasme what appeared to be little more than Waking up.

"No."

So he did better, as good as he could manage at such relatively short notice.

←Trasme and Depression→

[edit] 11:52:13

←A moment with Zyrca→

[edit] 11:33:55

Trasme stopped his motorbike over to the local ARC Stadium to find Ray and Narnie tapping their feet impatiently. Trasme briefly checked his watch. 11:33:42

"Howdy, gang!" Trasme got off his bike to greet the two sirens. "How go things? I already know you're wide Awake."

"Yes, we're hella Loopy, but have you heard anything from Zarc?" asked Narnie.

Ray irritably added. "His duel show's a no-show!"

"Get out, really?" Trasme was in complete shock. Whether under his stage name of Zarc Nightstone or as the mild-mannered Michael Lindonson, It wasn't like the guy to punk out without a good reason. "I know this shit ain't Shakespeare, but at least he'd misdirect you on where he'd turn up!"

"Knowing him, he's scarfing down a Bacon-Chicken Siracha Melt at Subway." Ray bluntly blurted out. "I'll bet he's at the watertower washing it down."

"C'mon, he'd only need a whole bottle. Nothing like asthma or anything..." chuckled Trasme, offhandedly joking about his past. "So any news on Garumesch's newfound ability to Loop?"

"It hasn't even been half an hour, Trasme." the ai on his pin clarified to the hot-headed hero. "I'm sure Thoth's working as fast as he can."

"Yeah, you'd say that despite being."

Michael Lindonson/Zarc Nightstone

[edit] 09:09:09

<Duel Monsters Attacking>

"Not real organic meat. Soybean Extract." Trasme confirmed as he tasted the extract. "Enough to eat at the testosterone levels of a low-tier human."

"So, they're homunculus?" Concluded Narnie, calmly pushing away the creature's tail. "But why are they based on a children's card game?"

"Nostalgia, same reason as the Round Table." Trasme eyed to his comrades. "The culprit wanted to use the same elements that went into building our world to go about destroying it."

"Should we back up our Loop Data?" Questioned Ray.

"If it's in Thoth's coding, then yeah." Trasme clicked his pin, making it light up as a signal to headquarters. "We can backup our Code into your father's code for the time being and see if he wakes up if worse comes to worse."

[edit] 07:13:42

←Walter Saget clues Trasme in on his advocacy to use Trasme as a donor Anchor to Jumpstart MegaMan→

"Walter Saget, one of these days when the Loops are a long, winding chain of fond memories in all of our minds. There's bound to be an experiment of yours that'll more than likely end up being the death of me." Trasme rolled his eyes in irritation. "If and when the Loop inevitably crashes from the lethal Baseline-to-Variant ratio, I'm gonna pray that you endure half a do-no... A FULL DOZEN LOOPS... IN EIKEN!"

[edit] 01:01:01

Running.

Running, Running,

He hated days that needed running.

Running means escaping an undesirable change in his life. Whether it was all real or all just a dream he had in his sleep, there was a creeping sensation of dread every time and this deadly disaster of a Loop was definitely no exception.

Running, Running,

More Running.

At least Narnie's running beside him this time.

"Damn it! Walter should be getting his calculations of what's causing this mess!" complained the starlight assassin. "Where the fir is he?"

"I did send Yuki and Tadamu to get Zarc over for analysis." Trasme offhandedly mentioned to his reincarnated childhood friend "Y'know... since he is our personal Duel Spirit guy."

"Zarc, the guy who you pushed into the Dueltainment profession the minute he started Looping?" eyed Narnie. "You do realize that he Looped in as Jaden, right?"

"Hence why I mentioned him being our Duel Spirit Guy..." Once more, Trasme activated his comlinks as he looked to his watch.

01:00:11

"Damn, why aren't we getting signal?" Trasme complained before sending an additional ping.

No Answer.

He traced the lab.

No Lifeforms.

He switched on its infered scanners.

No Heat Signatures.

"Oh." Trasme's expression was that of dull surprise, as if he was the chosen recipient of a foregone conclusion "They're dead..."

Narnie eyed Trasme. "They dead?"

"Dey Ded."

"Oh..." Narnie gleamed away before she had a flare of the fury overtake her. "WHY ARE THEY DEAD!"

"Allow me to show you." A foreign voice followed by an inky dark-violet mass of bitterness and self-hatred pouring right in front of them. What emerged was Zarc, except he wasn't exactly himself at the moment. Where a lean-trimmed fellow with lime green streaks in his silvery mane once breathed, a gray-scaled bulky mixture between a dragon, human and a demon now stood against Trasme and Narnia instead. A number of spikes were protruding from his shoulders, arms, and ankles while his eyes dimly glowed bright yellow. His face sprouting veins and his ears are replaced by wing-like appendages. Bare of any clothes barring his leather pants, a large pair of black demonic wings firmly protruded from his back in their stead.

←The posessed Zarc explains his schemes over the centuries.→

"There's no way you could've been all these people at once unless-" It was there that Trasme's mind came to a conclusion, a frightening revalation that could rock history to its core "...You're a Virus!"

"Yes, the same virus that killed your scatterbrained God and ate your hub!" snarled the virus through the pipes of his friend "It was delicious."

Thus, all those toxic personas, all these toxic ambitions, it all started to make all the sense a Looper needed to piece together the true nature of this consciousness. "I will fulfil my directive as I nearly did by erasing the root of all reality."

All Trasme could do... was laugh. Laugh hard, harder, ever harder so that the virus puppeteering his number one fan would take notice of what he was facing. "Y'know, I should thank you for your services... Because without you, I wouldn't have the time to nail down every Order the Twelve Miracles placed onto the menu. A Hundred of which from the one that started it all: Neuropsicon. A little ditty with literally no one else but you, sir, to blame."

[edit] 00:07:13

The spear penetrated Narnie's body right between both her ribcages, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. The last Narnie saw was of the spear as she collapsed onto the floor, Trasme rushing to her side as she slowly started to breathe her last.

Narn, Don't... leave me alone...

Stay strong, keep up our fight...

Who would ravage our home?

Why this virus of time!

The screeching of imps filled the air as they gathered around the grotesque wench as she snickered to the Anchor, now the Lone Looper Left standing against them.

Poor little Trasme, he's squirming in anguish

[edit] 00:00:00

Yggdrasil Log: Loop activation attempt using fused Loop 'jumpstart' protocols with Anchor Trasme Capulet from Loop designated 'No Earth; No Light' in Branch designated 'Mitakihara'

Trasme found himself hugging thin-air. He glanced across the world to find plenty of glass buildings and soil beneath his feet. No doubt this was a version of the Earth he and Zyrca left behind to escape the re-education (read: extermination) facilities of his time. His Loop memories kicked in and aided him in filling what little blanks remained unsolved in the Branch. Why he sensed Michael and Ray in the Loop in question.

The answer that clicked in his head was devastating.

"Welp, that's how it's gonna be, huh Zarckie?" Left with no other option, Trasme prepares to suit up. "God, the price of freedom is so frackin' steep..."

Slowly but surely, he put the pieces together. There was his Sword, sure. but it was tucked in the sheeth of Amalthea's armor as he attached Walter's fancy AniVisor to the helmet, consealing his face from whichever Loopers he may find. From his pocket, he would then pull Elely's duel gauntlet which he loaded with Ray's deck, draped Zarc's coat over the shoulders of the armor, Put on Song's Boots, Tadamu's brace, the spear Amuto modified to break into two bladed 13-gague Winchester rifles during the Loop he spent as the guy who invented Coca-Cola, Xing's Manuver Gear, Hunter's Web Shooters, even finding room for ol' Zyrca's Knee-pads and Elbow-Pads but there was one last piece to bring the ensamble together and that was a familiar golden coin.

Narnia's pirate coin.

"Narnia, I will give this back to you. Even if it is in the milky isles of Eiken Academy, I'll give it back when this Loop is over and we can all get on with our lives." He looked to the skyscrapers in front of them, sent out a ping and felt five in return.

Kyubey paused, tilting his head as memories which had no basis in the current reality wrote themselves into his minds. -Interesting.-

They remembered this moment. He had just been rescued from Homura Akemi, and was now resting in Mami Tomoe's apartment. However, contrary to their recollections it was not solely Mami Tomoe, Madoka Kaname and Sayaka Miki present at the small table. Rather, Kyouko Sakura and Homura Akemi as well were both present. Madoka was seated in Homura's lap as Mami served them tea and cakes, which flew counter to their demonstrated familiarity during the prior encounter.

"It's been awhile since everyone was Awake at the same time hasn't it?" Mami asked from her seat.

Madoka nodded, intertwining her fingers with Homura's as the other girl wrapped her arms around her waist. "It has. We should celebrate."

"Yeah? What d'ya have in mind?" Kyouko asked, pausing in her consumption of the cake in front of her.

"How about we go to college together. We can put off Madoka's wish for at least the next five years, right? I'm getting bored of highschool. It's been like a thousand years since I got a degree in something, I need stimulation damnit!" Sayaka said with a pout, which was ruined seconds later as she broke down in laughter. "Seriously though, Miss Saotome is funny as heck; but I wanna try something different."

"Hmm. Well why not. I've been meaning to try and get a business degree. That way I can open a bakery early next Loop." Mami said with a smile.

"Sounds good to me. I'm all for anything that gets me more of your cakes. I'm not really interested in going through school again though, once was plenty. Sign me up for the parties!" Kyouko replied with a grin.

"How are you going to join us if you don't go to school though?" Madoka asked concernedly.

Kyouko just waved her off. "Pff. I can pass the daiken exam easy. No sweat, I'll be ready to go whenever you four are."

"So you say." Homura quipped, smirking as she calmly sipped her tea.

"Hey, hold up! What's with that tone? Is that a challenge?!"

Homura's smirk widened. "Perhaps. Passing a test is simple when all you need to do is memorize the answers the Loop beforehand. Earning your education is entirely different."

Kyouko glared. "Oh it is on! I'll see you in class!"

Sayaka burst out laughing.

Lowering his head, Kyubey listened. And learned.

"Good, a threeway! Hopefully there's gonna be some help." Trasme pulled up his D-Wheel from his Subspace Pocket, A symbol of his visiting one of the other ninety-nine universes of Yggdrasil (or one-hundred) to find his fellow Loopers. His expression being one of a man on a mission. "C'mere, Virus. You've got a nice tasty Anchor to Ascend through so you can enact another Category 1 thus erasing existence from existence. Come out and plaa-aaaay..."

Trasme drove from cul-de-sac to gated community in an effort to find whatever Super Virus has infected the Loop he's found himself in. His patience was soon rewarded with a demonic ping just a few feet away from a Friendly's. His Loop Memories told him that he was an intern that was running a tad late for work as a civil servant for Mega City, i.e. the go-to spot to load up Saget's Cosmic Binder to lock the Universe in place if things get dicey. So he went to the drive through to drop it off and get a Friend-Z whilst doing it.

[edit] -01:02:03

-Madoka, may I speak with you?-

Madoka stiffened at the voice of the Incubator. It was just her this Loop, and she had been running things mostly Baseline for now; until the time for the fight with Charlotte happened, at which point she planned on seeing if she could Befriend the Desert Witch. If not, at least she could save Mami; if so, then she'd have to remember to take a picture for Nanoha and Fate to see.

"Yes Kyubey?"

-I can't help but notice that of all the times I have returned to the past you are the only one always, 'Awake' I believe is the term you used. Does this have something to do with your existence as the Law of Cycles?-

Madoka gaped. Her mouth worked soundlessly for several moments as her face became progressively paler, then she let out a squeak and fainted.

-Oh dear. It would seem I misjudged my approach. This is unfortunate.-

Blues was wondering what the hell was up with the world. He wanted to believe he'd finally woken up from the unending nightmare he'd been subjected to, but he didn't feel he could possibly be that lucky. As a result, he'd been staying back as much as possible and helping his family whenever he could before fading back into the shadows.

Some might say he was being completely paranoid, but that only applied if the universe wasn't out to get you, and Blues would need a lot more convincing before he believed that.

Everything was different from how he somehow knew it was supposed to be. There seemed to be no Dr. Wily fomenting robot revolutions. Instead, there was a mysterious organization calling itself Dark Sigma that was doing it instead, each of its major agents going by a 'model' designation plus a letter, with minor agents getting 'model' plus a number, and never identifying their leader as anything other than 'Model W'.

They'd started out as human agents who hacked into robot command relays, but they'd been easily rounded up by Dr. Light's industrial robot masters led by Rock and Roll. Only afterwards were any of the agents robot masters themselves.

Robot masters that had been subverted by Dr. Wily in the original timeline he remembered – even when the world didn't – had proven to be formidable allies this time. Dr. Cossack and his line of robot masters had been instrumental in turning back the assault of the immensely powerful 'Model R', also known to him as Ra Thor, and the sociopathic alien supercomputer that backed it up. The World Robot Tournament contestants had been all too willing to help fight back 'Model D', a human known as Reverend Dark turned robot that he recognized as Dark Man; 'Model K', the King of Robots; and 'Model B', once known to him as Bass and Treble; along with their various lieutenants.

Later, everyone had needed to band together to turn back the immensely powerful 'Model T', who was clearly a version of the alien robot Terra from his memories, and his ridiculously powerful stardroids. But the most devastating had been the hellish pair known only as 'Model Z' and 'Model X' – the latter looking disturbingly like a more mature Rock in some respects – and it had taken the lives of numerous allied robot masters before they fell. Some of the IC chips of the fallen had been completely destroyed.

More interesting was how his brother and sister were acting.

Rock seemed perpetually confused. He weathered the stress of war much better than Blues recalled, and the only things that threw him off were the more mundane instances that Blues knew to be radically different from the original timeline.

Roll on the other hand was perpetually jumpy, like she expected an attack from any source at any time. But unlike Blues himself, she didn't seem frightened for herself, but for others. Everywhere she went, she subtly positioned herself between others and potential threats, with the one given priority being Rock. She seemed convinced that if she didn't have his back at all times he would be killed by a surprise attack, and thus anything that tried to hurt her brother was eliminated with extreme prejudice.

He dared to hope that they remembered things that happened before as well, but his memories of the nightmare he'd experienced between the original timeline and now held him back. The horrors he might suffer were he wrong bound him more thoroughly than his jealousy and pride ever had.

But the one thing that captured everyone's interest was a human named Trasme that would normally not have been given a second glance. They were a fairly average individual and an intern at the Cronos Institute. Not particularly valuable a target, especially given the more senior and lauded members at the Chronos Institute, but they were involved in every single attack and seemed to be a priority target for Dark Sigma.

Blues had no memory of this human from the original timeline, but he knew, somehow, that the intern was vitally important.

Which made the fact that they'd just been kidnapped by some Boba Fett wannabe called 'Model V' especially worrying.

He'd followed his siblings as they tracked the kidnapper to what looked like a large warehouse, determined to back them up while their other allies were suppressing the attacks elsewhere meant to smokescreen the kidnapping. He hid in the rafters and waited for his moment while Rock and Roll confronted the vile Model V.

Model V's primary weapon seemed to be a shoulder-mounted cannon, and while it was an atypical design the weapon was immensely powerful and the robot's purple armor and other physical abilities were clearly in the same class as the hellish duo Model Z and Model X.

But his brother and sister were no slouches themselves, and they'd learned plenty fighting the aforementioned robots. Model V might be faster, stronger, and tougher, but he had nowhere near his sibling's combat experience or skill and it showed.

Unfortunately, a lucky blow had stunned Roll and a well-timed grab had immobilized Rock. Model V was now charging up his shoulder cannon for a point-blank shot that would surely kill his brother.

Blues knew the time to act was now.

A precision sniper-shot to the helmet got Model V's attention nicely and Rock took full advantage of the distraction. He brought his arm cannon up in a manner that would put quickdraw artists to shame and fired his own charged shot.

Straight down the barrel of Model V's shoulder-mounted cannon.

The explosion took Model V's arm off at the shoulder and hurled Rock back several meters from the force. It looked as if Model V would recover before Rock did, but unluckily for him, Roll wouldn't allow him the advantage. The Crash Bomb she fired hit perfectly on the damaged portion of Model V's torso, and the explosion decimated the delicate internal systems that were now unprotected by armor.

The sound of slow applause filled the warehouse.

"Excellent," a voice said and Blues froze in horror. He didn't hear the following statement at all. He was too lost in a terrible memory where Dr. Light was acting... not like Dr. Light. The not-Dr. Light had said that very word in that very voice. He hadn't been able to place the voice then.

But he did now.

Further musings were cut off as he was pumped full of electrical voltage and plummeted from his position in the rafters as a result. He fell, and kept falling past where the floor should have been. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the far-away scene of the warehouse roof as a shadow closed ominously below it.

-Don't you think that this is perhaps a bit excessive? Surely by now you must realize that this serves no purpose.-

Trapped in a cage, tied to the bars by ribbons, suspended over a dozen swords and spears, and pinned atop a block of C4, Kyubey glanced at his captors blankly.

"Speak for yourself, this is stress relief." Kyouko groused, angrily biting into an apple.

"How long has he been Awake?" Sayaka wondered irritably.

"The more important question is, why is he Awake at all?" Homura seethed, her finger aching to ignite the explosives under the Incubator.

"Technically, I suppose he does have a connection to each of us. I believe Ranma mentioned that that was the main method by which new Loopers were Activated." Mami supposed, the only sign of her fury being the white knuckled grip she had on her cup.

"But I thought you needed a Soul to Loop? Isn't that the whole reason the Incubators picked humans to use for their plans? Because they didn't have Souls of their own?" Madoka asked worriedly.

-Whatever gave you that impression? I can assure you that we Incubators have as much of a Soul as you humans. We simply lack the emotions which you possess. That is why you are so much more suited for our purposes.-

Homura 'mistakenly' pressed the detonator, igniting the Incubator in flaming death.

-Honestly. You would think that after all this time, you'd have learned from the futility of this action.- The newly appeared Incubator stated from the window.

Homura 'accidentally' shot it.

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When Blues came to, he knew he was restrained. His arms and legs were bound in an 'X' formation and impossible to move. Opening his eyes, he saw that his brother and sister were similarly bound. Their placement around the room formed a triangle, each of them facing the center where the human intern Trasme dangled from the ceiling.

"Worst. Recon. Ever." Trasme complained as he struggled to escape his bindings.

Taking a look around, Blues realized they were all hooked up to a giant machine, their bindings part of some sort of circuit.

The purpose of it was beyond his experience, but Blues was willing to bet everything that it wasn't good.

"Welcome," the voice from before stated, no longer sounding like it was broadcasted. The owner of the voice was in this room. "Welcome to the headquarters of my little organization. I am so glad that you all could finally join me."

Blues shivered at the familiar voice and looked towards the figure as he stepped into the light. He was different. He had what looked like a small red gem in the middle of his forehead, his hair seemed more blue than the expected gray, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of angular shades that still failed to hide how crazed his expression was, he was dressed more finely than Blues remembered, and he had a skull-topped cane that was clearly for appearances only, but still Blues could never have mistaken him for anyone else.

"Yes, it is I, Model W, the leader of Dark Sigma, the Regal King, Dr. ALBERT! WEIL! WILY!"

The expressions of the four captives were vastly different. Trasme clearly had no idea who his captor was, Rock was characteristically defiant, Roll was surprisingly murderous, and Blues?

Blues was scared out of his mind.

Not only was this the owner of the voice that haunted his nightmares, there was a definitive feeling of... wrongness about the mad doctor. Whether he was the same Dr. Wily as the original timeline didn't matter. All Blues was certain of was that this version of the man wasn't supposed to exist.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, Helmet-Head?" Trasme glared to his new comrades, and Blues' expression said everything he needed to know.

They were all in very real danger.

"Oh, it was quite the puzzle on how to get what I needed, but lo and behold, the three of you had it all along!" Wily cackled.

"And this boy..." he continued, a sinister grin splitting his face. "Why this boy is the very key to my escape from this universal prison. This infinity of repeating time."

"Great..." Trasme rolled his eyes before he began to realize a minor detail in his words. "Wait, you know off the Infinite Loops?!"

"Oh, yes," Wily chuckled. "I know all about that. And I knew, the moment you came into my territory, that you were the key to my escape. My key to becoming the master of all creation! Why do you think I have spent so much effort on capturing a nobody like yourself? The indescribable essence that allows you to retain awareness and ability as time repeats itself is what I need."

"Oh, so it's my Soul you want?" Trasme smirked, clearly defiant in the face of this threat. "Well, I've prayed to my personal God and as it turns out, all the Souls are saved directly into Yggdrasil and is out of your reach, you pesky little glitch! So I wish you the best of luck in getting there, cause you ain't able to Ascend!"

"Oh, but I am," Wily sneered. "There's another Anchor in this branch, and I sense that she wishes to Ascend herself with the means of doing so just sitting. Right. In front of her..."

Trasme's eyes widened as they slowly turned to stare at the doctor in horror.

"You guys, please stop killing Kyubey. I know you don't like him, but there's no point." Madoka pleaded, eyes wide and hands clasped. Homura lasted a full thirty seconds before submitting. Sayaka, Mami and Kyouko grudgingly agreed only a few minutes later.

"What do I care if your entire universe is erased as a result?" Wily's movements across the room starting to give off familiar vibes of a friend from back home. "My destiny awaits you pathetic fool!"

"Destiny this, Destiny that," Retorted Trasme with such ire. "...Are you finished with your evil plan yet cause I really want to get back to thinking about Saget's oncoming punishment."

"Silence!" snarled 'Wily' before giving Trasme one minor hint. "For now... IT'S SHOWTIME!"

Wily and Veil's blended form shattered away to reveal the demonic dragonoid despot from the previous Loop.

"ZARC!" First, Trasme felt shocked, and surprise gave way to grief "Guess Ray didn't make it."

"But she did make it, Danger Boy... As an eighth of me."

-I see. So that's how it is. This is troubling.-

Madoka frowned. "Why, isn't this a good thing. As long as the Loops are still happening the Heat Death of the Universe is impossible. You have all the time in the multiverse to find a better way of achieving your goals. How is that bad?"

-Oh, I never said it was a bad thing. Merely troubling. As an example, imagine there is a wall; one which separates you from everything on the other side. The only way to see what lies on the other side of the wall is to move beyond it, but doing so isn't possible. Therefore you would be forever trapped; unknowing what problems are kept hidden from you, awaiting but a moments inattention to pounce upon you unaware. This situation is similar. While the Heat Death of this universe is temporarily forestalled for the immediate future, that does nothing to ensure that a greater danger does not await us from these 'Admins' you mentioned. If they are truly as fallible as you say, then for all we know they could be hiding some great crisis from us; with us none the wiser.-

"But they wouldn't do that. I'm sure our Admin is doing their best for us." Madoka protested.

-But you cannot know that for sure. Have you ever met the being claiming to be our Admin?-

"Um... well, no." Madoka admitted.

-Then it is as we suspected. These beings, whether through indifference or design, are incapable of fulfilling the promises they've made. This universe may be in more immediate danger than from that of Heat Death, and we are completely uninformed.-

Madoka frowned and began to reply, before abruptly Kyubey exploded into a fine mist; courtesy of Homura's S.H.I.E.L.D. issue photon blaster. "Stay away from Madoka, Incubator."

Wily turned sharply and strode to a control panel. "But let's not engage in more of your meaningless prattle! We begin immediately!" And with that, Wily threw a switch.

Energy hummed, and a strain that Blues couldn't remember feeling before, but yet recognized permeated everything. It was like the strain felt right before one of his nightmare lives had abruptly ended. He hadn't noticed the feeling those times, but experiencing it now, he somehow knew that it had happened. What was happening now was the same thing, only far greater.

"Stop this, Zarc! You're not an extension of Soros and you never have been!" Trasme roared to the Virus as he struggled to break free before the strain struck him as well. "You may be a filthy clone of the Nothing's Persona, but that doesn't mean you can't fight him back!"

The energy reached a pitch and suddenly his brother spasmed like he'd been impaled on something. The straining feeling jumped in intensity at the same time and didn't lessen. The energy rose in pitch again and the same thing happened with his sister, her face frozen in pain as the feeling of strain nearly doubled in intensity.

-Assuming that the Admins are indeed omnipotent in comparison to even your own goddess form, why is it that they haven't fixed these time reiterations? Would it not make more sense to isolate each individual universe and restore it separately before moving on to the next. This would ensure far fewer inconsistencies and allow for greater focused effort. These O7 you've mentioned, they've been 'Looping' for how many universal lifetimes exactly?-

Sayaka grunted, ignoring the Incubator as best she could.

-I simply cannot understand why they would allow such an uncontrolled phenomena to continue. While I certainly wouldn't want it to happen to this universe, logically it would make more sense to simply remove the damaged portions of this 'Yggdrasil' and allow the multiverse to restore itself using more functional portions of it's substrate. It is the method which we Incubators would enact were we to be elevated to a position such as theirs. Would not the loss of a few sections of reality be better in the long term?-

"That's terrible! They aren't just dead weight you can remove, they're entire universes with people; with hopes and dreams and wishes." Madoka objected, horrified.

-You say that now, but can you honestly say that you would do differently if you were an Admin?-

Madoka's answer was immediate. "Of course I would! You can't just erase a universe because it's hurt! You have to let it heal."

-Perhaps, but logic dictates that the good of the many outweighs that of the few does it not?-

Seeing Madoka beginning to tear up, Sayaka snapped. "You know what? Screw you Kyubey! We don't need to listen to this crap, c'mon Madoka."

-Aren't you going to make your wish?-

"Buzz off! We don't need your help, Madoka's done this so many times she can become the Law of Cycles all on her own!" Sayaka growled.

-Oh? That's very interesting. I had noticed that her Karmic Potential had risen by an exponential order of magnitude, but I never dreamed she could do something like that so easily. If you can become a goddess so simply, surely you could fix our universe couldn't you? If these 'Admins' no longer had to worry about our own reality then they could leave us to our own devices and focus their attentions somewhere that needed it more.-

Madoka gaped. "Wait, could I actually do that?"

"Pff, I doubt it. I wouldn't trust anything that comes from that guy Madoka; if he said fish lived underwater I'd doublecheck to make sure." Sayaka answered.

-Oh I'm quite certain Madoka could potentially restore our universe. She did already rewrite it once before after all. Not including however many times since then that she's repeated the process. And she's only gotten more powerful since then. Even over the course of the few 'Loops' which I've been aware of, her power has increased by no less than a factor of twelve.-

"But wait; Madoka didn't you say something once about it being a bad idea to try and become an Admin?" Sayaka asked.

"Did I? I-I think I might have. It's dangerous to try, I think I heard Fate mention she heard from Ichigo it could maybe kill anyone who tried it forever."

"Think about your friends, about Ray, Tadamu..." Trasme glared to the mad virus as he aimed to increase the voltage. "Hell, despite everything from these past nineteen hours, I'd even ask that you think of Walter Saget, the little flip-weasel!"

The energy rose once again, and Blues struggles, knowing he was next. Even then, he wasn't prepared for what he would swear was the feeling of a rod of utter wrongness being rammed straight through his soul.

"You just gotta believe, Zarc! You never wanted to go full violent, it's not in your heart to harm anyone for the sake of Dueltainment!" Trasme roared with rigor as he aimed his hand to the controls for Trasme's setup. "What about Yusho? What would he say if the audience-driven bloodlust you've festered in made you erase our entire universe for the art of Deuscide!"

The energy crackled madly, matching the doctor, as it began to probe Trasme. Each zap and spark that touched them set off a scream of agony like they were being ripped apart, and Blues was certain that in some way, they were.

"Michael... please..." The feeling of strain was practically screaming now, and Blues suddenly knew what it was. Reality didn't like what was happening. It didn't like it one bit, and it was attempting to fight back against the unnatural thing the doctor was attempting.

"But... if I only wished for the power to fix our universe? Could that maybe work, do you think? Not the power to Ascend, but just enough to change things for Mitakihara. If it worked, wouldn't that be a good thing? It might be dangerous, but... if I could fix our universe, then the Admins could work on other universes where people are suffering."

"Hey, c'mon Madoka. You're letting this guy get into your head, what if he's wrong huh? What then?" Sayaka demanded.

"But if he's right, isn't the chance that it could work worth the risk?"

Sayaka's throat clenched at the thought. "What if you die though?! You're the Anchor, what'll happen to everyone if you're gone?"

-Surely these Admins wouldn't be so foolhardy as to place the fate of an entire universe on one person's shoulders without some form of contingency. Even we Incubators had alternative plans for if the Magical Girl System failed to produce results. Wouldn't it stand to reason that these omnipotent gods would do the same? Are you ready to make a contract Madoka?-

Madoka nodded. "Wait, hold on Madoka. At least let's talk this over with everyone else first."

Shaking her head softly, Madoka gave her best friend a hug. "I can't do that. If I put this off for even one more minute, when I knew it might mean that someone somewhere is hurting when I could have helped, I couldn't ever forgive myself."

The energy of the machine began to rise in pitch until it too was screaming, and Wily suddenly looked uncertain. Like the resistance to his machine wasn't planned for. He began to rant and rail something, until

Turning to face Kyubey, she took a deep breath. "Kyubey, I know what I want. I wish to have the ability to save everyone, to be able to fix our universe."

-If that is what you desire.-

A bright pink light suffused the area, growing brighter with every passing second; yet never seeming to become hard to look at. Madoka felt the beginning of the long familiar transformation into a goddess take place. Her mind expanded, causality and destiny unfurling before her. Every possible action, for every possible choice, for every possible person and every possible reaction to every choice. From the beginning of time, to the end; outstretched in four dimensions like a delicate flower.

Time and space danced between her fingers, the beat of time synchronized to her heartbeat. The fabric of reality spread outward in an infinitely complex tapestry of golden majesty, weaving in and out and between all of existence. The fundamental forces of the universe bowed before her, surrendering to her will. She became the Law of Cylces.

And then suddenly she was more.

But then came a stray bolt of energy from the machine, And both Workers began screaming.

The screams of Zarc, Trasme, the machine, and reality itself mingled until they couldn't be differentiated from each other.

Blues knew that, eventually, something had to give.

And then something did.

"Firewalls are down in areas 5, 37, 312, d9, 3f, R0-k, ju-890, and k1!" "Someone get me a fucking Patch! I can't hold this shit together!" "Turn off the sirens!" "Oh god we're all gonna die!" "What the hell is going on?" "Someone help! My monitor just blew up!" "The walls are on fire!" "What's happening!" "Where the hell is Skuld?!" "We're losing it, get someone over here now!" "All the Loops are glitching!" "We just lost half of this universe!" "I cant' find the cache files!!" "Where's the backup?" "I've got a bluescreen over here!" "The cafeteria just disappeared!" "Of fuck, everything just turned purple!" "We just lost sectors 304 through A1215!" "Get Lady Hild up here!" "Where the hell is Hephaestus!?" "Half the quarantines just escaped containment!" "My porn just got deleted!!!" "Holy shit is that an earthquake?!" "The air's breaking!" "My avatar just went down!" "I'm forcing an emergency shutdown of the active Loops!" "Computers are down in resources!" "We're losing the Universal Superstrings!!" "I can't get into the system!" "How the hell am I locked out of my own account?!" "Does anyone have any idea what's happening!?!" "Where's Lord Tyr?!" "Structural integrity at 79 percent and falling!" "Nifflheim is offline!" "The Patch files are gone!" "Auxiliary programs shutting down!" "Oh us! The lights are down!" "Fuck! Who the hell puts their trashcans in the aisles!?" "Standby for emergency lights!" "Get your filthy hands off of my ass!" "This is the end, every god for themselves!" "Where's that noise coming from?!" "I think it's calming down." "What the hell just happened?" "Why is everything pink!?"

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP!" Skuld roared, finally managing to claw her way through the screaming panic to her monitor. Several moments of intense typing restored the regular power and allowed her to get a look at the damage. It was, in a word, catastrophic.

The earthquake had knocked down filing cabinets and office walls, the floors were littered with papers, more than a few of the monitors were on fire or even outright gone, most of the walls had cracks running up and down their sides, and there was a gaping hole in the middle of the air which hurt even her to look at as it slowly sealed itself shut. The air was heavy with smoke and dust, loose sheets of paperwork drifting down from the upper offices, and the entire area was overrun with glitches crawling into every available space.

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Trasme steadily got back up onto his feet, searching his surroundings for Zarc!Wily seeing as he did say he backed up his code in a reality virus. Where he thought the parasite was was a far weaker concern than the question of where anything was, and he struggled to think of what he might do to his friends. Why does it hurt to recall their key features... or even the fact that he had friends to begin with?

He looked to the ground he found himself standing on and found for distinct panels of hard light. One was a glimmering gold as another was a striking violet, one was cloaked with a synchronized coat of starlight while the last was an inky void decorated with constellations. One thing the four platforms had in common were a pair of embryonic spheres on the edge of each cliff. There was something about them tying his stomach up in knots, only for him to find that there isn't much of a stomach left to tie up.

It, along with its owner, was being erased from existence.

Hephaestus regained consciousness to blaring alarms. He fought back the fog that pervaded his mind and the pain that wracked his body so he could orient himself. He hadn't felt this bad since the time he'd tried to pick a solo fight with Typhon back when he still believed anything he did could impress his bitch of a wife.

"REPEAT: ALL ADMINISTRATORS REPORT TO YOUR ASSIGNED LOOPS TO ASSIST ANCHORS IN RECOVERING. ALL OTHER YGGDRASIL PERSONNEL REPORT TO EMERGENCY STATIONS FOR DAMAGE ASSESSMENT. REPEAT: ALL ADMIN–"

Hephaestus tuned out the automated message. He'd get in trouble for not reporting as ordered, but it was likely he was already in a heap of trouble considering what he'd been doing before he had apparently collapsed, so a little more wasn't going to hurt him that much. The important thing was that he recover the logs from the fused Loop attempt. There was very vital information that needed to be salvaged from that.

If only he could remember what.

Shaking his head and telling himself that it would come back to him in time, he called up the Loop log and blinked. Loop designated '***ERROR***'? Anchor name ***ERROR***? That couldn't be right. They were clearly–

It was right then that Hephaestus realized that he had no clue what the names of the donor Loop and its Anchor were. He tried a memory retrieval spell on himself, and got nothing.

Crap.

That could only happen if the thing he was trying to remember had been conceptually erased from existence. The memories were unretrievable because there weren't any memories to retrieve.

The fifth, sixth and seventh dimensions revealed themselves to her one after another. She expanded again and again, as her consciousness grew to encompass concepts which had never been given name. Potential became reality. And still she grew. As the eight dimension blossomed before her she vaguely heard the fabric of reality begin to stretch, and a small presence stripped itself from her; tossed out into the void.

The emptiness of completion manifested itself within her mind, infinite knowledge burning itself within her soul. Her very being cried out in ecstasy and torment, euphoria and anguish. She felt the very conceptualization of HOPE engulf her being, defining and redefining her; burning her from within as it purged away the frailties of her merely divine nature. Remaking her into more than a simple goddess. More than just an intrinsic part of the cosmic weave. More than human, more than god, more than concept or idea. An existence beyond existence, a being beyond comprehension and understanding and reason.

The twelfth and thirteenth dimensions imposed themselves upon her sight. Rationality and consciousness swirled together, spreading out to the far corners of existence; a million lives lived and lost in the span of an moment. She felt the consciousness of time, the wisdom of stars. She watched as universe came into being, died and were reborn. Words appeared in her mind, a song without words or notes; pure creation given presence. Her Soul fell into the chorus of everything, joined the eternal song of all that is and was and ever could be.

Reality screamed.

Time roared.

Space tore.

Madoka saw.

Trasme collapsed onto the glass floor, crying for the first time in countless eons. He could feel his whole existence fading from continuity on a conceptual level, as if even his mother never brought him into this world...

or as if this world never was at all...

So of course Earnesto de laCruz would burst back into his brain again. This time playing an acoustic rendition of Remember Me at a time when the Irony levels were at its peak for Trasme's case. What good will remembering do when you'll be deader than dead can be at the end of it. He heard cooing in the middle of one of the verses, Trasme glanced to the very sources who had progressed to newborn babies. The Gold Platform had a child with a blotch of green adorning his green peach fuzz, while the other had bright pink streaks in her dark magenta hair. This would be a theme to the other six infants scattered across the other three platforms, Black had a boy with a purple blotch on his black hair as well as a girl with dark purple hair adorned with streaks of lilac, White had a boy with a blotch of yellow in his blue hair alongside a girl with streaks of light-green in her aqua green locks, and Purple had a boy with pink streaks in his purple hair in the same proximity as a girl with light blue bangs in her indigo locks. The one thing these eight infants had in common was that scar.

That scar.

That gaudy scar.

That ghastly reminder of what that virus made him do to his friend.

And for some odd reason, it resonated with a glowing star that emerged from the intersection of the platforms.

A universe that had cascaded around him, dissolving into impossible shapes that had form and meaning. WORDS. A million billion concepts contained within each letter, an infinite number of infinities within each word. Most of them spoke of PAIN. DEATH. DESPAIR.

Trasme pushed it away to a soaring angel as she ascended into the great beyond, blasting past him and the eight children who stood in awe at the radient angel all the while the man's fingers began glowing a radiant gold hue. Within the core of her very existence HOPE screamed defiance. Her body acting instinctively, Madoka gripped the source of her magic; of her divinity. Reached out, seeking to hold and comfort her dying universe. Within the eternal chaotic order of fleeting impossible WORDS, she found a core of being. Something REAL and PERFECT. Something WHOLE. Grasping with every fiber of her being, she encompassed that single precious TRUTH; ensconcing it within the CONCEPT of her BOW.

Trasme watched her soar as the eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth and twenty-first dimensions burst into being. There came a great groaning, a noise that was equal parts sound and words and emotions and possibility, as if all of EXISTENCE was struggling to endure an impossible burden. Stretched to the breaking point, and held there at razor's edge.

Madoka's mind finally failed to withstand the strain, and her consciousness faded as the twenty-ninth and thirtieth dimensions thrummed into her awareness. Several more followed with her blissfully unaware.

"It is finished..." The deep golden glow spread to his bare arms as he shimmered and shined, his energy flowing onto the platforms as one last tear traced his cheek. With one last sign to his god, he spoke his last: "Into your hands, I commend thy spirit."

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In the center of this chaos, the entwined roots of the World Tree rising from infinitely deep within the earth and stretching infinitely into the sky, there was the only spot of peace; a rising mutter from the nearby gods and goddesses slowly eating away at even that. Striding across the area, smashing the fleeing glitches in passing, she found herself gaping along with all the others. Surrounding the roots of Yggdrsil was a small moat of purist water, a small walkway the only way across, leading to the central computer. Directly in front of this computer, lying unconscious on the ground and glowing with new-found Divinity, was a young girl; no older in appearance than she had once appeared, way back in the ancient past before the Event had occurred.

Garbed in a white dress held at the neck with a ruby gem, her long pink hair arranged haphazardly around her, and clutching a bow which radiated light more brightly than even she herself did; was a new Goddess. The first in countless aeons. While at any other time this would have been a cause for celebrations (followed by decades of paperwork), with Yggdrasil in it's current state this had nearly been the end of Everything.

Her face nearly apoplectic in rage, Skuld glared bloody murder at the awakening Goddess; who clutched at her bow fearfully, looking around in confusion. Turning to her nearest co-worker, she spoke slowly through gritted teeth, "Someone figure out who the hell this is, where she came from, AND WHY THE FUCK SHE'S HERE! I'm going to report to my father."

Sparing one last vengeful glare at the cowering pinkette as the others crowded around her, Skuld stomped off; taking out her wrath on every glitch in her path with extreme prejudice. There would be hell to pay for this, and someone's blood would run by the time she was finished. She gripped her hammer tightly with a dark chuckle; one which had those around her moving out of her way faster than they could actually move, resulting in more than a few stumbles. Skuld noticed none of this however, as her thoughts circled endlessly around two emotions: Terrified giddy relief that she and all of reality still existed, and wrathful certainty that whoever was responsible for this would suffer.

Janus checked the file for the fused Loop for Hephaestus and found that it was completely corrupted. The data still existed, thank Kami-sama, but it was utterly unreadable. Hephaestus went over and checked the status of the Loop he was assigned to get functional, and sighed with relief that it hadn't been erased as well. In fact, it seemed the universal data patch procedure had been partially successful and it was more stable than it had been. Then there was the fact that he still remembered that there had been a donor universe and Anchor involved, so there was a chance, however slim, that their data still existed somewhere.

It was a desperate hope at best, but he'd take what he could get at this point.

He forwarded the corrupted file of the fused Loop to his superiors and proceeded to try and see what else could be salvaged from this endeavor. Some data that would perhaps justify the loss of a whole branch from Yggdrasil's mainframe.

Yggdrasil had been having more problems than just the Loops for a while now. At first they'd given loopers estimates on when Yggdrasil would be fixed, but as more Loops were brought online and Yggdrasil's depleted resources stretched ever thinner they'd pushed those estimates back. Eventually they'd stopped giving them at all.

It wasn't just the thinned-out resources to blame. As more of the universes were rendered provisionally functional through the Loops, an increasing number of bugs, malware, and viruses came with them. These things were normally kept under control with little issue, but that was when Yggdrasil was functioning at full power. With the damage and reduced power levels, these normally minor issues that could be safely ignored or tabled indefinitely were suddenly potentially significant threats to the vulnerable Loops.

Hephaestus remembered when the DC and Marvel Loops were rushed to functionality because they both contained some of the most comprehensive universal restoration code in Yggdrasil's system. That code was now indispensable in keeping the Loops running despite being constantly attacked by annoyingly malicious code that he would swear spontaneously multiplied any time someone wasn't looking.

The god of the forge was brought out of his musings as he found what he was looking for. The comparison data analysis.

One of the things everyone did was compare events in the Loops to what little data they had on the category 1 event that had originally damaged Yggdrasil and made the Loops necessary in the first place. Such information could potentially allow them to speed up the repairs. If nothing else, they'd be able to spot a repeat event early enough that they could stop it before it became a problem – one category 1 event was more than enough for one eternity thank-you-very-much.

So far matches for the category 1 event hadn't risen above 20%, and that was the Skaia protocol. It likely meant that the event was something very similar to the Skaia protocol – which would be bad news because no one at the divine level had any knowledge of such a thing and the idea that one could be independently developed without any of the gods knowing was frightening – or the Skaia protocol itself was expanded upon to cause the event – an even more frightening prospect, especially since there had been no indication that the Skaia protocol had left its quarantine area in Yggdrasil prior to the event.

There it was.

CATEGORY 1 EVENT COMPARISON: 15% MATCH. NO COMMON DATA WITH SKAIA PROTOCOL.

That... that was bad. It indicated the latter scenario of someone getting a hold of the Skaia protocol without their knowledge and actually trying to 'improve' it. What really floored him was the next line.

VIRAL CONSCIOUSNESS SUCCESSFULLY DISSIPATED.

A what?!

Okay... a viral consciousness inside the Loop might explain some of the problems he'd been having, but he didn't immediately recall identifying it. He tried another memory retrieval spell to see if he could figure out what exactly had happened.

Memories came flooding back. He'd seen some really nasty viral code in the presence of something whose sole purpose could only be to breach dimensional barriers from 'below' while increasing the dimensions of its operator. The viral consciousness had invented an artificial method of ascending to the divine level.

It hadn't taken more than a moment to realize what was happening and he immediately requisitioned power from Yggdrasil, citing an imminent category 2 event to get a response rapid enough to make a difference. He'd brought his full personal power to bear, called in favors from other gods to bolster what he had, promised favors to a few more if they helped, and broke Almighty-knew-how-many regulations to siphon just the tiniest bit more out of Yggdrasil's over-extended reserves. A viral consciousness was attempting to ascend past the confines of the Loop and if it succeeded, they'd have a genuine fully sapient and highly intelligent divine-level virus loose in Yggdrasil's damaged systems. He hadn't had time to convince anyone of the seriousness for a concerted effort to be made, so he'd done what he could to get immediate results and effectively went it alone with only a fraction of the power he should have had to deal with the problem.

He'd slowed down relative time in the Loop while simultaneously speeding it up for himself, making every tense moment count as he coded furiously. As he tried to stop the dimensional breach it was triggering, he examined the viral code. The viral consciousness was too hardy for a direct assault, but it appeared to be a composite consciousness in addition to being viral. He could attack the cracks and force them apart, returning it to the component minds once more. He was so focused on defeating the obvious threat that he hadn't noticed the direct metaphysical attack on the visiting Anchor in the background until it was too late.

When the Anchor gave out, his native Loop crashed hard enough that Hephaestus, directly connected to the fused Loop in his attempt to forestall disaster, had been rendered unconscious. As much as he wanted to mourn the loss of existence, he had to double-check Yggdrasil's claim that the consciousness had been effectively dissipated. Losing a Loop was bad enough. Having a viral consciousness that dangerous free in the system would be worse.

Of course, it was going to take some time digging up any records after a disruption like that. Better get star-

VIRAL CONSCIOUSNESS DISSIPATION RECORD COMPILED AND AVAILABLE FOR VIEWING.

VIEW NOW? Y/N

Hephaestus blinked. It was always weird when Yggdrasil did something like this. Anticipate something an operator would need and run the request on its own initiative. Yggdrasil's bouts of foresight were always useful, but they could get a touch creepy at times.

Y:\ Y

VIRAL CONSCIOUSNESS DISSIPATED VIA SUCCESSFUL FRAGMENTATION OF COMPOSITE CONSCIOUSNESS.

LIST OF INDIVIDUAL CONSCIOUSNESSES COMPRISING COMPOSITE THAT WERE RESTORED:

DR. ALBERT W. WILY

• • • DATA CORRUPTED***

• • • DATA CORRUPTED***

• • • DATA CORRUPTED***

• • • DATA CORRUPTED***

• • • DATA CORRUPTED***

• • • DATA CORRUPTED***

• • • FILE NOT FOUND***

• • • UNKNOWN DATA***

Hephaestus winced. He hated being reminded of just how damaged this branch was. One barely functional section, six that were too corrupted to recover without further repairs, and one that had effectively been 'misplaced' among all the corrupted data.

Plus something that apparently wasn't supposed to exist in this branch. Possibly an invading virus from outside or something that had germinated in the damaged branch as the activation attempts failed. It was hard to be certain with the way things were.

THREAT ASSESSMENT OF INDIVIDUAL CONSCIOUSNESSES:

CATEGORY 4 OR LESS.

That was a relief. Much better than the category 2 event that had just happened. Category 4s could safely be left to loopers to deal with, provided he could actually get the Loop functional of course.

He typed in a request for analysis of viable Anchors.

PRIMARY ANCHOR CANDIDATE: ROCK LIGHT - 25% CHANCE OF SUCCESSFUL LOOP ACTIVATION

SECONDARY ANCHOR CANDIDATE: ROLL LIGHT - 20% CHANCE OF SUCCESSFUL LOOP ACTIVATION

TERTIARY ANCHOR CANDIDATE: BLUES LIGHT - 10% CHANCE OF SUCCESSFUL LOOP ACTIVATION

Hephaestus swore. They were all more stable than before the universal data patch, but still nowhere near as stable as he'd like. Unlike most other offline branches, their branch was degrading with every failed activation attempt and it was possible for the whole branch to become completely unviable as soon as the next failure. He just couldn't take a chance on numbers that low.

With the other sections of the branch hopelessly corrupted until further repairs were made, a Linked Loop was simply impossible. The branch was also too corrupted to risk setting it to Read-Only lest it become completely unrecoverable as a result. And after what just happened there was simply no way another universal data patch via fused Loop would be authorized, even though the threat had been neutralized. The 'Mega' branch was officially omnia non grata until it was sufficiently stabilized.

Which meant it was time to get creative. Fortunately, Hephaestus was good at that. Being a patron god of invention had its perks.

He coded his idea furiously and ran it through Yggdrasil's precognitive data simulator.

66% CHANCE OF SUCCESSFUL LOOP ACTIVATION USING NEW PROTOCOLS.

Much better, but still a lot lower than he'd like. He racked his brain for anything he could do when he had a flash of brilliance. It was risky, but...

90% CHANCE OF SUCCESSFUL LOOP ACTIVATION USING NEW PROTOCOLS AND SCENARIO.

Hephaestus frowned. He'd honestly thought the number would be higher. He ran a number of variations on the scenario, but all the new simulations did was lower the number. He sighed as he accepted the fact that the odds simply weren't going to get any better.

It was time to make a call. He picked up his office phone and dialed the relevant number.

A voice chittered back at him from the other end of the line and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. The trio of interns that served under the god he was trying to contact seemed to take great pleasure in being as odd as possible ever since their ascension shortly before the category 1 event, going so far as to invent a language just to mess with others. Fortunately he'd taken the effort to learn it himself and had little trouble understanding them.

"Yes, it's me," he said and waited while the intern chittered back at him. "I'm sure they are, but I have things I need to do before I can meet with them. Is Hermes available?"

[edit] Speed Duel Grand Prix

[edit] Shadow Realm

Zarc's eyes snapped open in shock, reeling from the pain of being torn from his dragons despite having been torn away for quite a while now. His mind raced to that day when his home crumbled beneath his feet after Ray reduced him to his normal human state, sending the both of them tumbling down into the Shadow Realm.

As it turned out, there was a key event that was supposed to prevent the addition of mass in Duel Monsters that needed to be restored and correcting it caused their timeline to collapse in on itself, leaving them as the only survivors. At least to their knowledge. Zarc lost his Dragons in the collapse and his Deck of Magicians scattered to the wind, all while Ray still clung to her deck with the exception of her En Nature cards.

He looked to Ray, who had built up a bit of muscle hunting the realm's native creatures as did himself, but her graceful features remained the same all across her face down to her sharp almond-shaped eyes. He recounted the days spent dueling for the crowd, lamenting how sadistically unhinged he became in his dueling and how the crowd's obsession with bloodsport pushed him more and more into insanity. He kneeled in prayer to whatever god felt like listening, hoping that there could be a way out.

"Funny, I never took you for a praying man, Michael." Michael. That was a name he hasn't heard in a long time.

"Doesn't hurt to try." Zarc responded in a huff. "Do you think Yusho made the right choice when he proposed action duels to the public?"

"Of course he did." Ray answered, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "He had an idea to entertain the masses with a vision of Joy and happiness, you just made it all the more savage."

Zarc frowned. "Because the crowd wanted me to!"

"Because the crowd had a hard-on for destruction!" Ray barked back to which Zarc roared "BECAUSE OF A SLIP-UP WITH MY DRAGON FRIENDS GAVE THEM THAT BLOODLUST TO BEGIN WITH!"

"Well, maybe humans in general are easily swayed chimps at heart!" Huffed Ray "...and we never noticed til your Supreme King shenanigans kicked in!"

"Too late now!" Sniped Zarc. "Because time does not pass in the shadow realm in case you haven't noticed by now!"

Ray then stomped her ground. "But at least I saved the future!"

"How!" Complained Zarc. "The universe is fractured into god knows how many-"

"*urp*six dimensions."

"Six Dimensions!" Zarc failed to notice the source of the third voice. "...and lord knows how much my signature game has been altered in each one of... those..."

Zarc turned around to see a gigantic airship floating above their heads. On the very top of the starboard bow was an old man with a relatively wild head of spiky hair and a flowing labcoat.

"How's this for a rescue party!" he roared with blatant confidence that seemed a bit forced to Zarc, as if he was hurting inside... "Wubba-Lubba Dub-Dub!"

Twin motorcycles dashed out of an open window on the front of the ship and skimmed past the two lost souls as their respective drivers reached to each one. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, they took their chance and hopped aboard for the ride back home.

[edit] SmartBrain FourZe

[edit] OOO + Zect + SmartBrain

[edit] The Beginning

FINAL FORM RIDE

Decade readied himself with OOO getting into fighting position against the Shocker Imagin with his Imagin and Kangaroo metals ready to roll and a complete collection waiting in the wings.

O-O-O-OOO

"This may sting a little." Decade glared at OOO as he began to smush his head into his torso as other limbs contorted into the shape of a slot machine. And with a roundhouse kick, Decade caused an absolute storm of metals to spray out from OOO, showering Japan with one coin for every one of OOO's possible combinations. These Combo Metals scattered across Japan with Diend taking off with OOO's respective cards to mass produce these Metals en masse, and these metals did not stay within the isolated Loop. These Metals found their way to technological think tanks such as ZECT, Smart Brain and Foundation X who offered their services to the Greeed in an effort to complete them as beings on top of these Think Tank's alterior motives.

[edit] Vanessa: Kamen Rider Lambda

.PuEelTa.

She dials 6 on each of the spin-dials on the back of the 80s dinosaur of a cell phone to drop the coin three levels to reach the mechanical pterodactyl.

PTERODACTYL!

EEL

OCTOPUS

No sooner does she let it bite with a blissful 'Kabu' does it inform the Loopers just where the artificial Kivat came from.

STANDIN' BY...

She attached the device onto a notch on a belt that seemed to materialize from an emerging mass of coins that reshaped itself into a sort of scanner for the data imprinted on the Kivat's sensors. "Henshin." And thus, she detached the scanning module and passed it through the three dials and no sooner than the ring of the familiar word COMPLETE does the armor materialize around Vanessa in the familiar outlines as the tune of PuEelTa chimes around her with the three rings of core Metals that come with a Combo Metal.

"I knew I shouldn't have plucked the Box of a Smart Brain." lamented Ursula.

[edit] Combo Metal Sentai

"Like we rehearsed!"

[edit] Westerberg Loops

Admin: Aglaea, the goddess/personification of the glow of good health

Anchor: Veronica Sawyer

Loopers: Heather Chandler

[edit] Activation V

September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary,

Here we are, another year, another reset to yank me away from my diploma and plop me to the first damn day of senior year, if I'm lucky enough. It's bad enough that I have to put up with Kurt, Ram, JD and the demon queen of high school Heather Chandler over and over again, the resets also switch out my friend Martha with another old friend: Betty Finn.

Sometimes we have different classes, sometimes she moved outta town, sometimes she just doesn't exist at all. Bottom Line being sometimes we're close, sometimes we're not. And fate loves to throw me off my game, so naturally this Loop: turns out I now have ice magic, meaning sayonara Westerberg, aloha Alphea.

Could they at least give me time to say goodbye to the people I loved throughout a few dozen senior years?

Veronica entered her dorm to find five friends that looked just as stunning as a Heather but hopefully not as bitchy. "I'm kinda new here, just woke up and WHAM! Ice Magic. Do ya know what that means?"

"It means the pal you replaced played you in a school play we put together." The tanned girl piped as the purple-haired girl pulled a tape from thin air and put it into the VCR to play the musical in motion as they showed a first redhead making out with a guy from this place called Red Fountain. "See, this is the aftermath of an archived universe, And this is the latest of the two variants to your world that have been archived."

"Wait, so I'm a musical-"

"And a late eighties cult classic!" The more melodic of the girls handed me another tape, this time it's of me and JD embracing each other with a single word sketched onto the chalkboard.

"And it's naturally the Heathers that have their brand stamped onto it!" Veronica slumped onto her bed, depressed that the Heather stink always finds a way to follow here around. "Just great!"

"Uh, the title was pending Lethal Attraction before the director picked out the title we got." piped the purple-haired pixie. "Perhaps we could call your branch..."

Veronica finished: "Westerberg."

"The Westerberg Loops!" All five girls cheered before one of them realized. "You never heard of the Loops before, have you?"

"I reset my Senior year every time JD bites it." stared Veronica. "Sometimes to the end of Junior Year."

"Have we got a lot of explaining to do." Sighed the exotic skinned fairy "You noticed the branch analogy, right?"

[edit] Activation C

August 16, 1989

Dear Diary

I woke up in a moving van which seemed to be unloading the furniture of what appeared to be a blend of my house and... His.

Just thinking about my new Loop memories makes me sick.

I might have to end the loop here with one of 'dad's signature pipebombs, Eiken's a hell of a lot better than spending days in the shoes of that damn psycho!

Or maybe... Maybe I can play the part except give my victim the chance to survive in exchange for my disgusting excuse of a life.

Dear Diary

From my Heathers spawn his Hunters, cousins and siblings that look so freaking similar to their counterparts, they might as well be clones of each other. At least Hunter McNeil nerdy enough a linebacker not to be MacNamara 2.Y or some shit, Hunter Dale's economic wit has helped disguise how helps gay he really is, the Chandler cousins act as a carrot-and-stick duo with Heather the carrot and Hunter the stick.

And they're the most clone-ish of the two.

And when I saw JD look dead inside among Kurt and Ram, I knew exactly what I had to do.

"Easy, Sweeney." Sneered Hunter. "You really gonna drink that piss?"

"Pshheah, did you see how spice the party was?" Ram snorted to his fellow Linebacker. "So much boooooze..."

"Ugh, fine. I'll accept the challenge." And he was gonna survive, too. Half these cups were filled with Kool-Aid, JD's cup and hopefully mine contained enough Drain-O to kill us both and crash the Loop.

What could go wrong?

"I blame not these two daring young souls, but the globalist forces of society seeking to confuse, isolate and decimate the human youth with their gay frog fluoride and their MTV Vidya Games. The answer to all your problems lie not with the pedophalic tyrants of the fake stream press," spoke Bishop - from his podium "But with the divine dude himself: It's Jesus Christ and he's in the book."

Veronica lined up to pay final respects to two star-crossed victims alongside their friends and family. Heather glared at the open casket of her friend's cousin laid next to Ram's and sent a prayer. "Oh god, this is a tragic thing and sometimes I have a hard time dealing with it and stuff... Please send Ram and Hunter to heaven and all that..."

"Dear god, Please don't let this happen to me, I don't think I can handle suicide." Worried a fellow student. "And while you're at it, could you send me to an Ivy League school, Maybe to Harvard? Amen."

"First, I run into my mom's dopey little brother I never met before, complete with a cousin I never had and now I find myself praying for the spirits of a gay couple that I'm pretty sure aren't a thing even after I woke up from that Drain-O dream... I'm starting to thing cousin Hunter wasn't a thing before I woke up that morning!" Hunter's cousin suspected of the universe and its cosmic will. "God, I swear right to your fucking face, you are making the task of figuring out what the hell's going on way too easy."

"I counted every wedgie, every swirly, every nerd I find trapped inside a locker and prayed for the death of at least one of those damn jocks no matter how bad I felt afterwards." A teen girl remarked, "Now I know you understood everything, praise Jesus, Hallelujah."

"Okay, Jesus, God in heaven. Chandler I get, he's kind of a hardass. It's a joke man. Everything's all serious now... So yeah, Chandler's a stuck-up jackwad but did you have to take out my best friend with him?" Kurt glared to the stained glass windows. "Forgive me for saying some words right then and coming now, but I'm glad you spared such a hot snatch as his cousin Heather. The problem now is that I gotta carry on without him and I'm happy for his life choices, sure... But poor Reanth, she's gonna need someone to hug now. I think she's eying me, do you think you took Ram to set me up with a pipsqueak. I dunno, hail Mary, praise the Bible, all that jazz and forgive the sinners like us so we don't get caught. Another joke, man!"

"So, Whoever's my admin, I was trying to kill myself with the Drain-O." Veronica corrected to --. "I just want my school to be a nice place and it clearly won't be as such with a psycho like JD in town. Amen... Nah, still sounds bitchy."

"God, if you see Hunter goofing off with Ram. Let him know that his old man's proud of him. I don't care if he's some kind of pansy, he's my own flesh and blood and through his admittance, the boy's made me proud" Hunter's father glanced to the crowd and tearfully spoke: "My son's a homosexual, and I love him!"

"I love Hunter too, Harry!" Cried Chandler's mom, destined to speak something in front of the student body that made it over to the funeral. "I love my dead gay nephew!"

JD has stripped a little for his 'threesome' and the Heather Girls were down to their bras and stripéd panties! "On three girls. One... Two-hoo..."

"Three." I nonchalantly popped a cap through MacNamara's skull, detached from the Loop and hoping that the Mythic Bitch has enough brain cells to piece together what she has to do with the Gun I laid beside her.

"Alright!" Thank god, she picked up the Gun. "You start telling me what the fuck you're pulling, Sawyer! I built you up from nothing and this is how you repay me, with a color formation thrown off by what little brain cinnabun's had up her bloody nose?!"

"Lick it up, Loophead. Lick. It. Up!" I was smiling. Of course she'd activate first, she was a hell of a lot more consistent than Martha. "We're what starts and finish wars, we're what killed the dinosaurs. We're the asteroid that's overdue."

"You're going to hell for this!" Heather picked up the gun.

"This dinosaur shall turn to dust."

"Hell yeah, you are!"

"I die because I say I must."

\-LOOP CRASH DETECTED-/

=\ACTIVATE FUSED LOOP? Y/N /=

Y DB1985

My eyes snapped open in front of a young boy with messy black hair that seemed to defy gravity itself. My hair wasn't much saner, my bangs had turned baby blue with this Loop and I felt around fourteen, a bit younger than normal, but that means it's a fused loop far away form the agony of being J.D.

"Hey, are you a new Anchor?" Asked the boy, curious at my spontaneous appearance. "Then that means there's another new universe up and running!"

"Hold on..." I glared. "You know about the Loops?"

"Of course, I'm this Anchor's best friend!" The boy reached his hand to mine. "My name is Goku, and this will be the most adventure-filled forty years of your life!"

"So, this tree's busted up and that means the flow of time's doing cartwheels?"

"Indeed it is, princess." Smirked the Saiyan prince who had explained the Loops to a brand new Looper.

"And this serum can fix my current glamour problem?" Asked the time-repeating despot.

Vegeta grinned his sinister smile, "Indeed it can."

"Great, now if you excuse me..." Lady Heather Cold marched with her special potion. "I've got some girls to reunite with."

[edit] Formative C

"Okay, so no Intel on Freeza this Loop." Krillin piped.

"Not that we know of from Space Google." Gohan recounted.

"Planet Trade doesn't have the Frieda Force listed."

"Not even space ancestry.gov can't seem to track Freeza."

"It's almost as if Freeza's been replaced for the Loop." Concluded Krillin.

"Really?" Veronica halted her flight with the two native Loopers. "But isn't that what happens if a visiting Looper replaces a guy from the home verse? And the only Looper we've got in my branch is- Oh, Yggdrasil, if only there was somepony out there who loved you."

"Now, now, little Namekians, don't be so brash with your queen." Heather Chandler sneered to her captive audience as an Unawake Heather Duke and an Unawake Heather MacNamara "Just tell me where the nearest Dragonball is and we'll stop with the slaughtering."

"Mademoiselle!" Piped Zarbon. "We've got company."

A trio of Namekian warriors landed to square off against each Heather, the dimmer of the three reacted appropriately. "Heather, Look! More baby seals!"

"Shut up, Heather." Barked Heather Duke to which MacNamara frowned: "Sorry Heather."

The one in front sniped his words to the Heathers and their lackies. "We're here to stop this senseless slaughter of our people,"

"Felt like we were putting some rabid strays down to me." Duke responded as MacNamara chimed: "92!"

"This has gone on for too long!" The same Namekian barks more of his daring resolve to the trio of wicked queen bees. "But now, you're going to pay."

"Hope the price gets us more bang than the Paramount Channel." Heather Chandler sighed as MacNamera kept a score.

"We are-

"355!" The Heather in yellow gained that Warrior's attention. Before he could ask: "Ah, don't ya mind me. Please go on!"

"Oh, uh..." The Namekian regathered his words. "And we are the ones who will stop you!"

"And we would love to see you try almost as much as we'd love to see this rock reduced to a parking lot." Heather sneered as Heather chimed "Ooh! 419!"

The Namek's face showed irritation now. "That's it, what the hell are you doing!"

"Excellent Question!" Added Heather Duke. "You see, Heather's heard a wearily heavy amount of these heroic speeches..." Her fingers aimed at Chandler then to MacNamara. "And Heather's made herself a little hobby of hers keeping track of when certain lines show up in them. So we come up with a snappy comeback for each and every bold statement you could ever throw at us."

The irritation on the Namekian faces turned to rage. "You insane BASTARD!"

"Takes one to know one, don't ya think?" Piped Chandler as MacNamara added "190!"

"Oh yeah!?" The Namekian pondered and thought of the most obscure line he could think of. "Well... We're going to... Fuck your Face!"

"Ohoho! My, oh my. That's quite a bold statement there." The Demon Queen of Westerberg smirked callously. "Would be a smidge bolder if we didn't have the experience..."

The Namek that spouted the phrase growled as MacNamara chimed "twelve!"

"Alright, you maggots!" Barked Heather Duke. "You've been waiting for someone to prove your power leverl's spicier than 50 Raditz! With him gone, It's your time to show you're worth a hundred Raditz, two-hundred Raditz! Maybe even-"

"Zarbon, give the command."

"Dodoria, give the command."

"Shut up, Heather."

"Send her the message, D."

"Send her the message, Z."

"Sorry, Heather."

"Soldiers," many a voice shouting 'Yes, ma'am!' filled Heather's ears. "Fuck their faces."

The Soldiers wasted no time in thwarting the threat at hand, the native fighters held their own and even left quite a few men wounded, dismembered, even killed. "How cute, the puppies can hide their power levels. Dodoria?"

"Kay, Heather."

Three Namekian corpses litter the floor of the planet's soil as the Heathers eye two small Namekian children. "Oh, they are so cute, I could just pinch their little heads off."

"And the facial structure, too." Piped MacNamara. "If I makenshappoux them in half, I'd have matching halves, that's very important!"

"Question is, would you let us do either of those?" Heather Duke pondered. "Because believe it or else, we're able to do it both ways."

"As am I, miladies." Added Zarbon.

"Fine, Take the Ball and leave us be." The elder Namekian begrudgingly passed it to Heather MacNamara.

"Thankies!" She smiled as they went on her way.

"And by the way," added Chandler. "Could you point us to the next village over since you destroyed our scouters?"

The elder was dumbfounded. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"Well, we just altered it to our situation." Heather Duke rebutted. "Pray we don't alter it any further."

"Five Hundred." MacNamara chimed in a melodic tone to which Heather Duke added. "Ooh, a milestone. You're deal's getting worse all the time."

"Dodoria, show them what they've won!" Heather Chandler barked back as Dodoria did his thang.

There were words to display how royally fucked Veronica was with a Looping Heather Chandler, but one phrase kept popping up in her head. "Corn nuts..."

[edit] Nai and Mare activation

Two pairs of purple eyes snapped open to the sight of a familiar lair. Dark and dank and reeking of sulfur and hatred, the room the twins found themselves in was familiar but different.

"Watashitachi ga izen koko ni ita yüna ki ga shimasu." worried Mare.

"Onee-chan, watashi wa mô Nihon ni iru to wa omowanai..." stressed Nai.

"What secret language are you speaking of?" snarled a familiar face which made them jump in utter shock.

"B-b-buh-Branken-sama!!" the two cried in unison.

"What kind of spell is that!?" growled the augmented warrior. "How will that help our ambitions to escape the underworld!?"

"Sore wa fukanōdesu," yelped Nai

"Magiranger wa anata o hakai shimashita!" cried Mare

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING YOU'RE SAYING!" Roared their oppressor and at that point did an equally familiar face swoop in to speak to the other.

"Forgive them, Morticon. My younger daughters are enduring a phase, a mere gimmick of the times where they imitate a foreign language in an eastwars land." the Vampiric lady glared to her juniors. "You'd understand were you to sire kin."

"Hmmm..." the beastly Morticon, unaware of this Branken of which the two speak, analyzed their faces which cringed as a unseen psychological sensation struck their minds, secretly filling their heads with memories, teachings, and even a different language known as 'Engurish' "Are you going to apologize!?"

"Hai-I mean... Yes, Morticon!" panicked Nai. "We apologize!"

"Gomehh-meeehhh..." Mare's mind caught up with the new language. "Go and... get on with... whatever you were doing..."

"Very well." grunted Morticon as he walked off to his quarters. "Keep them in their room and await oncoming instructions."

The cyborg teleported off to his quarters to scheme some more as the three vampires looked to each other, the younger two mouth agape as they stare into the eyes of the very thing they can become.

"Mom, I just noticed that there are two extra rooms between mine and they look completely Identical." A blonde that was around a year or two older than the younger vampires stepped towards the three. "Uhh... judging by how they look, I guess I can see why?"

"Vampirika?" they both spoke in unison as they smushed themselves against each other in an attempt to combine into... something, but to no avail. "Naze watashitachi no mahou wa tsukaenai nodesu ka??"

"Oh, they're from the Sentai Show!" exclaimed the blonde. "In Magiranger, they had these twin Vampire girls Nai and Mare that could... combine... in...to..."

Silence filled the air as the eldest of the Vampires shooed her eldest offspring back to her room, Nai and Mare looking forth in utter shock as the woman reached out. "Naileene, Elemare, there's no need to be afraid when you're among fellow Loopers."

Her batlike exterior dissipated to reveal a woman far older than the three with firm, brunette hair and fine lines tracing her otherwise angelic face. "I am known as Necrolai, but for the next ten months, you are to call me your mother."

"Hai, Okaa-san." chimed the two.

"Now, allow me to give you the speech just as Astronema gave it to me." spoke Necrolai to her Sentai Counterparts "It all ties back to a tree with many worlds..."

"...and that is how Power Rangers and Super Sentai can jumpstart Loopers from each other's branches." Necrolai energized with pure darkness to once more don the form her newly Actiated 'daughters' typically combine to make. "I Welcome you both to the Multiverse, children."

"Ooh! If you think Mom's batty now, wait til she gets into the act of actually raising you two." chimed Leelee, their elder sister for the Loop. "I'll give you a few fashion tips for when you get back, the Twihard thing's so early-2010s it really hurts me."

[edit] Connection C

[edit] Activation McN

[edit] Formation McN

-Lego Ninjago Movie: Kai, Jay, Aya and Zane replaced with Tadashi Hamada, Hiro Hamada, Heather McNamara and Baymax-

[edit] The Hitchhiker's Guide to Infinity (Book)

[edit] Branch 0: The Hub

In the beginning, there was nothing. No prehistoric dinosaurs, no microscopic algae, no anything in particular, there was but one spark of determination floating in the void of nothingness that was the beginning. But then the Spark said: Let there be light, and the rest was history.

Each week would be the same thing. On Monday, the Spark delivers light. Tuesday for the Sky. Land and Sea on Wednesday, Et cetera. And it can truly get tiring after a while and it's hard to garner some respect without a face for his subjects, Just look at how Adam and Eve treated his rules. He needed assistance, so on the seventh day one particular week, he created that assistance as well as a face to interact with the creation designed to act as said assistance. The new race made from these two 'gods' as you call them, would one day be christened Lespirans.

These two Lespirans weaved together their own universes with several distinct quirks sprinkled in from time to time, and often times the former spark would create more Lespirans to increase the output, soon what used to be a one-man show steadily grew into an expansive network of hundreds of like-minded deities over the centuries churning out universe after universe, even going as far as inventing:

Yggdrasil, the home of the most powerful supercomputer ever created, managed by the gods themselves. It was a divine place, full of some of the most powerful entities Man had ever known, legends upon legends written about them. In this divine tree, a supercomputer was housed that contained millions of universes within, all congregating into one mass called the “multiverse”.

For a long time, this system was maintained and run with exceptional care and precision, everything going in a normal fashion with nary a hiccup spotted. All the Admins of the entire computer were the gods themselves and their subordinates, meaning that some of the wisest and strongest beings of the universe were maintaining order. The mainframe had the best hardware in all of Creation, meaning that such mundane fears as viruses and damage to the hard rive were practically a non-issue. At least... until the infection.

The date was August 20th, 2017, more than six thousand years after the root of existence began. It was a time of convenience and spontaneousness, a time where the Clinton Couple were just about ready to kick the bucket. African, Libyan and Syrian Soldiers were being deported after being shipped here for an invasion... by the order of cuckled democrats and authoritarian communists. America was thankfully becoming great again and soon, many an able-bodied gentlemen were joining the work force for once in their goddamned lives. No more sitting on his rectum doing Belgium all while they complained about their welfare, No! They were going to have to force themselves to make something of their gelatinous existences and this will happen one way or another, just as this twenty-four year old ape descendanthas done when he became a licencee of Blockbuster Video. This man was Drew Lea Maine and he currently knows as much about his destiny as the trees know about the crayola company. This is the story of how this manchild freed himself from the shackles of mundane life when the city decides to pave a bistro on his workplace.

[edit] Carbon Dioxide Rhymes with Monoxide

July 28

Deep in the briny blue ocean, a woman in leaves, flowers and vines grazed upon the water with a woman in a flowing blue and white dress and a fellow in a plain T-shirt and jeans.

"This is where the Titanic sank..." sighed the lady in the leaves, named Fand, as she kicked the water underneath her feet. "And where the Pedovores won the earth."

"I'm sorry..." yelped the man in plain clothes. "but how exactly did these pedophi-"

"Pedovores!" Corrected the woman in blue. "Parasites that grow within the wombs of the dominant species, infiltrate their positions of power, and eat their children to maintain their disguise."

"They were created when Sir Gerald, the first King of the Lespirans, cast an army of rebels into the lake of fire which he has made to erase the infidels who actively work to dethrone him..." continued Fand as she held a spherical drop of water to her breast. "But all which the King Creates has a soul, and unbeknownst to him... that sadly included the Lake of Fire."

"Lake of Fire..." the man pondered and thought before realizing the obvious. "GOD, YOU MEAN-"

"YES, KEICHI! We do..." Fand barked to the man, Keichi as he's known, before she touched the floating droplet. "From there, they focus on pruning out the human race by all sorts of means, spreading cancers and AIDS in false vaccines, feeding tyrannical dictators the weapons of mass destruction they create, inventing political systems built to destroy countries and nations from the inside out. Abortions, Abstinence, Atheism, all cogs in their scheme."

Keichi sat in utter shock, "So you're saying that these Pedovores are out there pulling the strings for a sort of Nuclear War?"

"And they amplify the Infant Mortality rates to alarming levels." Belldandy began to cry, "Why do you think the life expectancy's getting lower..."

"Pedovores become the elites, create systems to destroy nations, and indoctrinate the youth to obey their destroyers. All to drag down the species into the ugliness of spite and oblivion." Fand stated with a flat tone of her voice. "This is why we re-inforce the universes we personally create with certain quirks to prevent whichever predators may come. Keyblades, Dust, Mobile Suits, all those things to dissuade the Pedovores from ever penetrating those worlds."

"So you're saying every work of fiction is its own Universe..." Keichi looked to the ocean. "Is that it?"

Belldandy nodded "That is how we archive all these universes here."

"This world is called the Hub," added Fand "the first universe, the original root of Yggdrasil."

"Is that why the earth is flat?" Keichi asked, remembering the flat circular table that was the root of Yggdrasil.

"It's why they're building the final Ai! Why they're defiling, mixing and twisting every aspect of life to be absolute Hate! Why they'll soon call it a crime to be male! to be female! to be human!" Yelled Fand in fear. "All to reduce all life into a deformed, hideous mess waiting to be erased from existence, Just like the Martians!"

This sparked Keichi's shock "Wait, Martians exist!?"

"Martians existed, past tense." Belldandy composed herself. "Their force of oblivion willed them to death, willed them to suicide, screached its howls of genocide, gaiacide and metacide, ordering their fellow extensions of the Lake of Fire to erase existence from existence for once it has tasted blood, the lake had gained a hunger, a thirst that will never be quenched..."

"But this new universe, a world built on free market, more services, better children, and more space to archive our Universes." Fand smiled and gleefully pranced across the water, "Instead this world received taxes on Carbon Dioxide, one of the four key elements of all organic life, because of the lie of manmade climate change that the dumbed-down slaves of the world believed on account of the way it rhymed with Monoxide!"

Keichi processed this new information carefully, and realized something chilling. "And people haven't figured this out?"

"They've been indoctrinated to never figure this out, even when the world decays from the layer of CO2 being paper thin..." Belldandy barked to her beloved. "That's why we've decided to reroute the roots."

"It'll take about half a month, but once we sever Yggdrasil's ties to this piece of overgrown china, we can isolate the Pedovores, stop the bleeding and wipe them to extinction at the cost of this... precious piece of history..." Fand struggled with her sadness for a bit before restoring her composure. "Say goodbye to it."

[edit] Maine

After a refreshing monthly sleepaway visit to his grandmother of sixty-four, the man-cub made his way to his workplace of choice to find a slow flow of customers as per usual in this small suburban town. He set up the storefront and got his workers in line, all both of them. Lydia stood ground at the checkout counter while Wyatt paced around to assist any incoming customer. Drew had the most difficult job of all: standing ground against the looming dozers.

When the landlord stepped forward to find me laying firm against the bright orange bulldozer, he grinned with such disrespect. "Come now, Mister Maine. You don't think this would actually win your petty little war, do you?"

"Watch me!" Sneered Drew to his land owner. "We shall soon see who rusts first!"

"The Dunkin's gonna be built cause it's gonna be built, there's no stopping that." Shrugged the Land Lord. "You could've gotten the signs at any moment."

"So how come I only heard about this yesterday?"

The landlord merely sighed to himself, "Listen, I loved Blockbuster back in the day, made movie night easy for me when the VCR was still relevant. Casablanca, Citizen Kane, Sound of Music, I could go on but I wont! And do you know why?"

"...streaming." Drew muttered to the civil leader.

"Yes, Much more convenient than discs that get lost ever so often!" declared the smarmy master of the shopping plaza.

Drew's anger got him off his hide and facing his Land Lord dead in the eyes "But it robs you of the pleasure of actually owning a particular object to hold in your hand that contains the treasured memories you hold dear! All for the sake of convenience when you're really throwing away your god damn liberties and rights to a banking conglomerate pretending to be a government! Are you still clinging to that Blu-Ray Collection?"

The motor began to rev on the dozer, prompting Drew to rush back to his spot and continue laying on the spot. "You won't get me like that, either!"

"Mister Maine, do you know how much damage it would cause to this dozer?" the moment that Drew asked what, the fellow cheekily stated: "None at all!"

Coincidentally, 'None at all' is the amount of suspiscion his land lord had towards his earlier occupation as the busboy to the Cosby Comet where he served a space captain: a liberal cartoon named THiN-CRUST and together they ripped apart rotten media of any shape and size, but soon enough, friction began to tear the group apart with a faulty video being the last straw, at least for now.

But this didn't stop a fan of Drew's days as 'Mister DeeP DiSH' from stepping forward and greeting the abandoned critic. "Good morn to you!"

"Hello... Guest!?" Drew was honestly befuddled by the presence of this bearded gentleman.

"Please, call me Jim." he extended a hand to Drew with a smile on his face. "Come, me and a few buddies are going off for a pint."

Drew sighed. "Wish I could, but I've kinda got a piece of cultural history to preserve here."

"Well, I've got beer and Pringles out for the boys." winked Jim, waving to the workers as they marched forward to the array of snacks. "So?"

Drew wasn't convinced in the slightest, he knew for a fact that while distracting the workers with such sheer snackage was a most logical idea, all that beer and popcorn wouldn't hold them off for too long. So he resorted to a more intimate tactic. "Hey there! You want a good view of the eclipse?"

"Well, yeah." Smiled a passerby as she dim-wittedly marched towards Drew to meet him. "You know a primo spot?"

"Sure, just come closer." The broad stepped forward as Drew got up and shook her hand. "A good ten hours aughta be enough time."

"Time til the eclipse, got it." Her slurred words making Drew greatful for his adequately higher level of intelligence. "So I just gotta stand there-"

"No! You lay there on this here towel." Drew laid the woman atop the towel, and handed her a sunbathing mirror. "And never move once."

"Okay." Drew smiled as he made his way to Jim who guided the one-time reviewer to the Bar.

[edit] The Bar

They walked in to find themselves in a different place altogether. With patrons of all sorts, manly men, voluptuous women, little boys and girls holding onto their dolls for dear life. It felt like a welcoming place, sure, but there was an air of uncertainty surrounding the patrons, as if they were hiding from something utterly dreadful.

"Jim, You're back!" grinned a man with a white mop of hair atop his head as another gentleman with a moustache pulled the two of us close. "Come, we've got an hour and a half til it all ends."

"Hold up, end of what?" asked Drew.

"Yeah, we're... gonna need to explain some details about the sad state of the world." Jim then hands Drew a pint of whiskey. "Fact is, there's a parasite infestation conspiring against humanity in front of an unconscious public eye."

"Appreciate the drink," Drew complimented, "...but I'm not really into alcohol."

"You really should drink that, though." said the white-haired man. "It keeps the body mass loose for atomic teleportation."

"Right," uttered Drew "And you are..."

"I'm Ted." smiled the white-haired man with the bowtie, "The gentleman to my right is named Elias."

"Top of the mornin'" The moustachioed man smiled back.

"And we're here to fetch some stuff for the demolition." Jim smiled to the normie.

"So you've anticipated the destruction of my workplace?" Squawked Drew.

"Ehhh... Sorta." Jim could only shrug to Drew's response.

"Have you noticed the trannies in Hajibs welcoming terrorists to slaughter gays, christians, anyone who believes in free speech." Elias sighed to the gentleman "And immediately saying that all whites are guilty, the south is guilty, christianity's guilty, gun owners are guilty, confederate flag's guilty, every statue's guilty, all while the false activists are hired to murder the police to make room for the drones."

"And on the mainstream media, they are commanding them to destroy American landmarks, kill republican politicians, kill every family, kill every human..." ranted and raved old Teddy. "Kill, kill, kill, All in an effort to bankrupt the planet and enslave the species with debt and sterility because the left is merely a disguise for literal Global Communism!"

"Hold on?" Asked Drew in auspiscion, "What exactly are you going on about?"

"Depopulation!" Jim paced the bar towards Drew voicing his frustrations with the world. "Gender spectrum bullocks to sexually confuse and dilute the youth into falling into the sin of transexuality! Deadly human-killing chemicals in every consumable product from bug spray to even vaccines! Political establishments ordering their underlings to kill every patriot they can find just to keep themselves in power! All while their souls are sucked into a network of soulcatchers creating a wide array of philosopher's stones to convert every atom of this universe into a deadly metafungus right under our noses because to them, nobody's special! In fact, we're all just trash waiting for the clones of Satan to throw us awayby blowing up our planet!"

"But I thought that everyone were special snowflakes." I said. "That's how humans work, right?"

"A Human is a special snowflake." Ted assured to the boy. "Humans are tyrannically contagious attention whores of scum, hate and genocide and you know it.

"But not all humans, right?"

"Not all humans, of course, have you seen 80s music back in the day." Chuckled Jim as he thought of "But Hollywood's run by Terrorists who seek nothing but the complete destruction of beauty and passion, have you seen the new RoboCop?"

"And that Harlot Bates. If ISIS wasn't running the Communist News Network, then it might just have as much of a fetish for it as the rest of the Left-Reich." Elias sneered towards the apparent Terrorist Media. "I'm more into independent media, marketing to people who seek to get their democracy back from the tyrannical excuse of an ACLU."

"No, they're all symptoms of his big battle plan against the planet we love!" Jim snammed his fist in outrage against the damage being done to the earth. "We've got to purge the satanic moles hiding in the global government now befor-"

"It's not gonna work!" Ted roared towards the bearded man before slumping in his seat. "It's the day of the eclipse... it's already too late."

"You're right." Jim took out his watch and exclaimed "Welp, I just wasted five minutes of the universe's life doing mindless exposition. Maybe we should shove off for that birthday party of yours?"

"Sure, Why not? This Sunday's starting to taste like a Tuesday!" Drew stealthily snarked as he made his way out to the door. "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."

Ted, Jim, and Elias took all the peanuts they could and flung their wallets at the bartender as Jim decrees: "A round for everyone, on me."

"You really think the world's going to end?" Jim responds with a nod whilst his comrades make their way to the car. "Shouldn't we lie down or put a bag over our heads or something?"

Jim immediately nodded: "If you want."

"Will it help?"

"Narcs no." Jim exits with a friendly salute, leaving all in confusion.

"Well, can't say I blame him with all them lawless liberals." quoth the bartender with an aloofness to his voice. "...last orders, then?"

[edit] The Dame

As the foolish young shmuck stepped into the car, his new friend made his way to his Ariel Leader to keep up. "Well, now that we've established what we're doing here, what If I told you that I wasn't from Queens?"

"I could tell by the skin tone, mate." scoffed Drew as kept to his path.

Jim smiled to the retail manager. "And how'd you react if I said I was a hodgepodge of memories cobbled together into an organic body for the purpose of exploring the hub cluster."

"I'd suggest a beautiful idea and change the subject." Drew took some added time to think of one such subject when finally he came up with one that would play into our story sooner than you think. "I found the one! The perfect girl. I found her, and then I let her get away. You remember that fancy cosplay party I told you about? Earlier this week at the convention center, I saw her."

"Kamui-Con, Right?" Jim had his assumption confirmed with a nod. "Make this backstory swift, mate. We got an hour, twenty-one til the end."

"She was dolled up in this getup from some obscure anime." Drew explained to his new companion. "And son of a gun, Twas an Anime I watched for myself!"

"That's Hikari Hoshino, right?" Drew asked the girl. "From 'This Ugly'?"

"GAINAX, 2004, Reala Day." she replied "I'm Teresa."

"Drew." The two shook hands and never let go throughout the rest of the minute they would share together. "So, you into obscure Anime, cause I can name a few more hits in the Moe Blob Genre."

Teresa smiled and commanded Drew to: "Try me."

"Seven of Seven."

"Dub Directed by Sean Shemmel." She answered.

"Nanaka..."

"6/17, representing the Six Year Old Girl invading a Seventeen Year Old Woman's mind." She explained with a genuine wit. "Though it's technically a state of selective Amnesia from fainting behind a flight of stairs."

"School Days"

"The Antithesis of what Anime should be." stated Teresa, making her opinion known. "Bad enough that it's just another School Anime, the sheer dickmule of a main protagonist certainly cemented how trashy anime can get at times when incompetent creators are at the helm."

"Geez, you're a total smegging nerd..." realized the total fracking geek. "Can I have your facebook information?"

"You're not going to ask where I live?" asked Teresa.

"Course not, you probably live far away." Drew lamented with shame as another girl strolled on by. Snow white locks done in braids, exotic light brown skin, streaks of cyan, yellow and magenta adorning everything she wore, her pitch black leather pants, the shoulders of her bright white midriff shirt, and completely covering her beanie.

"Weeaboos, am I right?" The exotic girl stripped off her slick shades and flashed her smile with her small, elegant eyes. "Why don't ya go with a key cartoonery."

"Key cartoonery?" Teresa was dumbfounded. "Wut?"

"Wanna fly on a Dragon?"

"And the next thing I knew, she left before I could return with refreshments!" complained Drew. "I never saw her again..."

"Oh... Well, I am very sorry for you." frowned Jim with false sympathy. "Hour-eightteen."

"Maybe you could come on down to my Birthday Party, mate?" Drew offered and Jim nodded. "Well, I guess that leaves little old me to tell my buddies the good-ish news."

[edit] The Party

Drew biked his way back to his grandmother's house for this, his twenty-fourth birthday. All of his friends were here as they readied themselves to gorge on cake and pizza, neither of which were in short supply. Pan Pizzas of plenty of varieties lined the plastic benches as the sloshing of the above-ground pool's water waves fluently filled the air. To the left was a 16 inch Manager's recipe adorned with bacon, crispy chicken, and pepper-jack cheese, to the right: The Big Porker sporting pepperoni, ham, sausage and bacon. And dead in the center lay the star of the show, i.e. the reason for all the Milkshakes: The Dragon Knight!

"One Slice. That's all you get, man." Drew said to himself as he stared down the concoction's ingredients: Pepperoni, sausage, regular bacon, jalepeno peppers upon pepper jack cheese and ghost pepper sauce. The one-time 'Mister DeeP DiSH' took a bite, then another, and another! Before he knew it, he had just picked up his third slice only for it to be swiped away and halfway engulfed by his adopted sister: "Ponyo!"

A firey red mop of hair laced a perky teenaged face, her athletic arms brushing the sweater tied around her hips, her bright eyes, albeit somewhat smaller, still showcases the innocence that reminds him of how she came into his life. Once when she was a cute little girl, she told such a fantastic story which Drew recalled as a little pre-adoption fantasy from her mild autism. Her interest in marine biology complimented her childlike energy and enthusiasm during her early years which then matured into a strong passion for life of all creatures, an athletic body for rescuing drowning lives, and a brain that's just fixing to be loaded with all sorts of medical research and practices. She was someone set for greatness unlike poor Drew.

"Woo! That ghost sure can bite, right!?" Ponyo truly felt the rush of the flavor. "And the perfect size for a single serving. Sorry about eating your Third, Drew..."

"It's... alright..." Drew lamented his poor eating habits gnawing away at his cucked beta-male body, but with his detatched lifestyle, how couldn't he be left in the dust until this one fateful sunday. On his birthday party, no less.

Time passed, dips into the pool were had, and by the quarter-hour mark, Cake and Presents were handed out for his honor.

"Oh, golly... I'm so unimportant!" He flattered himself with ego-stroking compliments as he opened his first gift. "Arr... I never thought I'd see it with me own eyes."

From his grandmother who provided him shelter for the night prior: A Nintendo Switch console lay in front of him, a rather silly device considering everything that lay before him in the future. "Why, thank you, Memere! This could do wonders with my new Capture Card from Elmore."

Other presents included games, money, a microphone from his uncle, and a very specific gift from Jim.

"A fidget spinner?"

"Not a mere fidget spinner, rather a digit spinner!" Jim held the novelty toy to his face. "It is a handy little trinket for any wandering traveler of the fourth dimension."

"And I'm a Hobbit, blow me." Drew was ready to move on to his next gift. "Please tell me you've got something better than this!"

"Do we ever!" Smiled his lovely clerk Lydz as she pulled the truck's cargo door wide open. "Ta-dah!"

The Truck was loaded with all sorts of movies and video games for all sorts of their respective formats and consoles. It truly was a sight for any nerd to behold.

"Crack on a Cracker, look at this spread. Beetlejuice on Laserdisc! Song of the South on VHS! All the Nick Picks DVDs, all there!" Drew was essentially jumping with delight until he spotted a familiar on one of the covers, and another, and all of them! Drew immediately realized where this truck of movies came from and asked: "Is that everything?"

"All we felt like saving." His loyal cashier's words rock his feeble mind and sees him taking Jim's Motorcycle. Jim was reacting in slight terror, but apprehensive necessity as there were seven minutes left til the end of the world and he just set up his grandmother's house for terrestrial transmission. Zooming over the speed limit, Drew made his way to his workplace to find that the foremen have already took down the awning and are knocking away the plaster to Drew's utter horror.

"Dastards! All Y'all!" Drew could only watch as the yellow armored vehicles drove over the building he admittantly held fond memories of all the way back into early childhood even. "I'll sue each and every one of you Barbaric Clods for every penny the Municipal Council pays you!"

"I'll have you Hung, Drowned, stabbed and mugged a-and whipped and boiled until..." He couldn't come with a finishing phrase until the last brick wall crumbled. "Until you had enough!!"

Jim appeared to snap Drew out of the funk and he needed to snap him out of it quickly. "Drew, why the shell bother in something as pointless as a Blockbuster when there's only a few minutes left?"

"And I'll tear you up some more!" snarled the feral man-cub. "And I'll take all the little bits I have of ya and then jump all over them and do so until I get blisters from your bones and then I'll think of something more viperous to do a-ah-and then I-!"

"Stop this fruitlessness, Bucko!" Jim then proceeded to slap Drew in the face before handing him the Digit Spinner. "Now start spinning this. It'll get an Admin ready to pick us up!"

"Hold up, Admin?" Drew's gaze focused away from the Blockbuster remnants, past the Digit Spinner, and onto a giant metal ship the size of an office building and as loud as a helicopter. "What the Faiz is That!?"

"IT'S AN ADMIN CONSTRUCTOR FLEET!" Jim picked up a small control rod and handed it to Drew, he had handed several other larger rods for his family to picket around his Memere's house. "I picked up their signal a few hours back and they're here to finish their reroute of the Root Hub!"

"Wait, Root Hub?" Yelped Drew, unaware of the secrets of the universe that awaits him. "What sort of chaos is-!"

"Hang on, Dude!" Commanded Jim. "We're Hitching a Ride!"

The fleet of ships made their way around every square mile of the Earth, surrounding the native human population and engaging an interconnected holoprojection of an ensemble of Gods and Goddesses that towered over the humans at first glance when really they're just standing higher than any three-dimensional life form in existence.

"Attention, all dominant organisms of this thought table." grunted a crotchety old voice. "This is the Administrative Beureau of Yggdrasil here on a routine purge of the Rusephorz genus as they were created from HATE energy and therefore are made of pure evil that the hivemind uses to disguise itself as individual people of power for the specific purpose of decimating the human race through psychological indoctrination and biological molestation."

"Your belief in such lies has distracted you from achieving the true energy that runs the universe and powers the abilities most other universe sport themselves. Your trust in such tyrants has led to wars on industry, sentience and humanity waged by parasites that worship death and erasure." On every screen, in every brain, atop every drop of the atmosphere, humankind lay witness to an alien race after all this time. The voice that took over for the elder voice was a smooth, buttery baritone of bravado. "Your faith in such dogma has washed away the true nature of your outdated universe and it is through this initiative that we choose to save as many kind-hearted, hard-working human families we can find from the prison planet they plan to consume!"

"I apologize to all who are inconvenienced by the infestation, but I'm afraid you have surpassed the two-hundred year time limit to file a fumigation request at your local Moon Kingdom and thus are now set for demolition by order of the Lespiran planning council." Another voice, this time a young woman with a kindly ring to her voice. "When we received word of a moon mission from your local space program, we were ready to shelf the orders when we saw a technological trash can of an aircraft, on a quarry set, filmed in black and white, and the plans layed there on display for fifty long, depressing years."

Panic begins to spread across the world as yet another voice is heard, a lot more childlike, but distinctly feminine. "This is for your own good. Too many people are turning humanity against freedom, against wealth, against independence from their slave drivers that have hid themselves from the public eye while they pour millions of Islamic aliens under the guise of Immigration to conquer the west and destroy its populace for the sake of their worship of Death itself. We have to wash away this planet, we have to lift away the good men and women with the parks, we have to use this eclipse to wipe the table clean."

"The least you should do was haul your ass to Tiggyyack-616 and look up the plans, especially after what we've done to salvage this cheap ass table of yours." a woman in a black dress was displayed everywhere one might see her pointing to a flat table, white hair contrasting with her darker complexion. She had a jaded concerto to her voice aimed to the ape descendants, as if she knew something about that table. "We conceive a duplicate of the world's greatest bounty hunter, it ends up assimilated to be a shield to your pedophillic predators. We implant messages to your 'Jefkay', they kill it off to shut it up! We've archived all these worlds with all these possible energies, Sharengan Chakra, Spiral Energy, Puella Magi, Nothing's worked! You are utterly normal Worms!"

"You needn't worry about the evil ones. We have your lord and savior on the case to dethrone the parasites and execute them with his platoon of Saints." The Male voice spoke as towns and cities were pillaged and decimated by every man, woman and child. "Again, we apologize for this inconvenience."

[edit] Attack on Spacetime

Far up in the air as other four-dimensional beings lifted earth-chunks into the air, a man in velvet leather stood against a tall, broad, bearded man in a blue robe, Nintendo-themed Tank Top and bright red cap reading 'Make Existence Great Again'. These two were prophesized to meet and they were destined to battle each other for the fate of all Yggdrasil.

"I know what your ass is thinking, Lucas!" Roared the bearded man. "...and believe me when I say the damage you'll do will make the Fall of Constantinople look like Garden of Eden so PLEASE listen to me!"

"No, YOU Listen!" The leather-clad man snarled back "Just because you believe in freedom of souls doesn't mean they're not nourishment for our power."

"We gain power with every new possibly we explore, Lucas, not from eating souls and matter." The bearded man saw the other man loom ever closer to a bright red button. "So please don't try to wake up the metafungus."

"Like you need this Hub to begin with," the demon snorted as he pouted out his point "You have a whole shitton of universes just like it with little difference here and there for 'Diversity' like anyone gives a slam anymore!"

"But the butterfly effect."

"But modern science."

"But human dignity."

"But eternal life."

"But bone cancer."

"But eugenics."

"... You know what, push that button and you sink all of Yggdrasil within the next year." The beardman disgruntledly relented. "But we'll ice your metafungus to save this happy little drive, or to avenge it."

"And If I refuse?"

"We'll let you go free and we'll pretend this never happened." The man in the blue robe had his hand extended for the gentleman in red. "Forget this end without end stuff and we can clean up these parasites together. I hear that there are medical miracles you turned down for countering your geoengineered bugs, why don't you make them all mainstream so we can save the lives of millions."

The man in red took a step forward before a balding man came to the beardman with words of advice. "My good Saint, Do you honestly think there is a trustworthy soul in a form designed to free the Evil Lord Xenu?"

"Wow, you're not as FUCKING RETARDED AS YOU LOOK!" The man thrust the ignition tube into the console's second left leg and the ultimate storm of desolation and disease swept the planet, every known disease hitting humanity at once from cancer to ebola, bones eroding, structures and items reducing themselves to polygonal shapes before dissipating into nothing as the souls of humanity are ripped from their bodies the exact millisecond that those bodies splash out of stability and turn into paint thinner. The man in blue could only watch as the concrete blocks and towers around the world were slammed into the ground with the similarly built structures of glass and steel, converting the soil and core of the planet into a metallic structure of soulless dystopia.

...and so the world of man ended, not with a bang nor a whimper, but with a sploosh of deadly metafungus.

A metallic jet leading an array of Spaceplanes swoops up up the velvet man by the trailer with its Zathruran Steel claws. Xenu laughing all the way as the velvet man grinned at his accomplishment of destroying the birthplace of humanity, the very root of Yggdrasil. The Metafungus gathered into a singular spot to convert itself into plasma as the now-mechanized metamorphized itself into a collosal giant of hunger and hatred. The face spoke as it emerged, from a whisper to a roar. "I... AM... ENNNDRIMOOOOORNE!!!!!!!"

And from a single blow from the Metafungus laser fired by Endrimorne's horn, the sun's dying burst wiped away the root branch of Yggdrasil, an incredible virus and massive numbers of bugs flooding its system, overloading it and causing seemingly irreparable damage to its systems for the Zeitennix Sludge to absorb these downed realities, codes practically ripped asunder as a result of the metacide in progress.

The computer had plenty of anti-virus software, which the old king acted to use against Endrimorne and his minions. Hammerships swerve to blow away enemy drones while Patcher Drones freeze the metafungus in its tracks, even the highest Admin around worked by the seat of one's trowsers to heal whatever damage was caused as if one's life depended on it.

Try as they might whilst Endrimorne releases more troops upon the Admins, but the Admins of the system truly had no choice but to sever the lost roots from the tree and demolish the spread of the deadly metafungus. What made it even worse was the knowledge that, since the entire multiverse was stored on the hard drive, another new Zeitennix outbreak could destroy Yggdrasil on a conceptual level, which would of course lead to hundreds upon thousands upon millions of billions of trillions of deaths.

The Adminsphere acted quickly to blast the metafungus with digital nitrogen to freeze up its organic material in polygonal degradation, ethereal bullets rain upon the Zeitennix spread freezing each of its thousands of tendrils eating away at Yggdrasil from the root upwards. Soon, the metafungus lay encased in protective cubes waiting to be eradicated from existence as the Adminsphere droneships regrouped for the final blow.

"Commence Demolition." And so, twas done.

[edit] Loop 1: Ranma

Ranma could only cringe, looking at how this Loop was turning out very badly. Nothing good will come of this, he mentally cried, wondering what Gods he had pissed off for this to happen. He had been so petrified by the sight before him, he hadn't even noticed when Soun Tendo poured the boiling hot water over him.

"You're problem's not so bad," smiled Soun, oblivious to any discomfort/fear Ranma was feeling. "Now I know you have a hard choice. My little girls all take so much after their mother."

"Daddy!" giggled the eldest Tendo.

"Now then: Serenity, age 19, Usagi, age 17, and Usa, age 16," he said, pointing to the platinum blond, pure blond, and pinkette in turn. "Choose the one who will be your fiancée!"

"Is he okay?" asked Usagi. "He just went pretty pale."

"He must have eaten some of your food," smirked Usa.

"WAAAAAH! I TRY! AND DADDY EATS IT!"

THUMP!

As a whole, the trio of oddly hairstyled girls and fathers looked at the Saotome heir … collapsed on the ground, twitching heavily.

"I … think he's having a seizure," mumbled Usa.

"WAAAAAH! WE NEED A DOCTOR!" yelled Usagi, panicking.

"I'll get the first aid crystal," said Serenity, as she dashed into the kitchen.

"Stop acting like that, Boy!" bellowed Genma, offering what 'help' he could.

Ranma fought to regain control over his massive nervous twitch, but could do nothing to stall the fear of an entire Loop … of magic girl fiancées.

[edit] Branch 1: Pixel Pinkie

Admin: Iris (Goddess of Rainbows)

Anchor: Nina

Loopers: Pixel Pinkie, Annie

Produced as a reaction to a premonition of this cosmic calamity, The Hitchhiker's Guide to Infinity is a truly remarkable book and a remarkably clever response to the attempted metacide of Yggdrasil. Penned by the man himself and an ever-growing pool of the Loopers he initiated to keep the universes stable, it is more useful than the WestphallMaps.wand website, better selling than the QuadStars Vol. 42 Blu-Ray Box Set, and more divisively contrivertial than Orae Flesher's trilogy of evolutionary rebuttals 'Evolution is Nonsense', '42 finds that contradict evolution', 'Why evolution is a pyramid scheme by globalists to demoralize and destroy humanity as a species.' Though proven to be similar to the flagship series of the highly liberal Great Publishing Corporation of Ursa Minor, it has surpassed it in sales and information as the standard suppository of knowledge and wisdom, and that can be chalked up to three distinct reasons, one being that it is slightly cheaper, the second being that they tried to bury it as 'fake news', third in that it is constantly growing thanks to the imput of the Looper community. Nowhere is this more obvious than the friendly phrase printed on the cover being a common phrase to welcome people into the Infinite Loops 'Keep Calm and Leave your Sanity at the Door'

[edit] Loop A1

Drew could only sit in shock as the guide introduced itself to its audience of friends and family. "So, what you're saying is that there's a deep state out to destroy this tree-"

"Was a deep state, past tense." Jim shrugged as he took a look at the world they found themselves in at the moment. "The only thing left of that now is a blank space where your hub should be."

"Wait, blank?" Drew's eyes widened in fear. "You mean we're all dead!?"

"No, we're not dead." Jim corrected "It just means every atom that composes your universe had been turned into a deadly metafungus that eats away every universe it can reach as it infects countless others with glitches and viruses which spread at Mach 2600 speeds."

Drew glanced to the bearded man. "Faster than Light?"

"Faster than Time." Jim would keep his eyes on pieces of a radio setup that had appeared out of nowhere. "Then again, Time is nothing more than code and save files clumped together by sentient perception so you're better off calling it Faster Than Code, so is this little ping that I'm about to test out right about... now!"

Drew's head started ringing with a strange mental sound that gained the attention of his family. "So, we're nothing but data?"

"Naw, you're organic as the rest of us, it's the barrier that keeps a universe together that is made from calculated light and data." Jim set up the satellite receiver on his setup. "And it keeps a reality-shattering kaboom from wiping out the root of Yggdrasil in a literal vessel of satan himself to retcon existence itself out existence in a blatant attempt at full metacide!"

"Metacide?" If poor old Drew weren't sweating bullets during the lifting of his neighborhood, this would leave him drenched in his own bodily fluids by the time this snip is done.

"The erasure of the very idea of a person, a place, a thing..." Jim was focusing on materializing a skeleton key into his hand. "And here's the kicker: an idea.

Drew slumped in his birthday chair. He was in utter shock at the notion of reality being completely negated on a conceptual level.

"Thankfully you are clearly watching me, a person, unlock the door of what's clearly a fellow looper's house, a place, with what you'd clearly call a skeleton key, a thing, with my intention clearly being to introduce you to this branch's Anchor, an idea." Jim opened the door and walked into the kitchen of that house where he picked up a box snacks. "This very conversation in this very house with this very box of Cheez-Its about this very topic means that the metacide clearly failed."

"Then what the hell are we doing here?" Drew complained.

"Ah, that's the beauty part." Smiled Jim as he tugged Drew closer "See, there's this thing in 68% of the universes hooked up to Yggdrasil that renders time to pass a bit differently like a sort of 'safe mode' for spacetime where a specific chunk of time repeats over and over for as long as it takes to solve the big problem they've caused."

A yawn is heard in the background, the source of it was a sleepy-eyed young teenager in pajamas with an odd pink hairdo adorning her head "...morning."

"Hello there, Pinkie." Jim smiled to the girl in pajamas. "We finally implemented these guys from the root of Yggdrasil and we're giving them a tour of the Loops!"

"A Tour!?" Pinkie's smile grew wider and pulled Drew's arm on her way to her branch's local anchor. You see, In order for the coding of a loop to be properly completed, there has to be a stabilizing constant that could exist throughout all the iterations of each universe. They couldn’t just simply have every single person’s memory be reset with every restart, not only because of the chaos that would wrought, but because the universe and all its variants would just collapse due to sheer data overload. Thus, after even more deliberation, they ended up coming to a solution: the creation of “Anchors”.

The idea of creating an Anchor was simple: one person from each dominant universe within the multiverse would be selected to not lose their memories at the end of each Loop, and instead keep all of them throughout every single iteration. They’d be reliving the same period of their life over and over again, fully aware that time was repeating itself. The idea was that, the strongest-willed individuals in each reality would be chosen to be the one that “anchored” the existence of their section of the multiverse, and as long as they were alive and active, their universe and all its variants would continue to exist.

Obviously, such a realization would have lasting impacts upon one’s psyche if left unchecked, so the Admins decided to add something “extra” to try and make it a bit less strenuous for the Anchors: the allowance of others to Loop along with them.

Snug in bed lay the anchor of this world: A red-headed pubescent female ape descendant named Nina. It was her strong bonds with two of her friends built upon friendship and trust that allowed them both to loop alongside her. These other Loopers didn’t have a specific designation, mind you, but it was agreed upon that this will be the only way that other individuals would be allowed to retain their memories across Loops.

Now, there's a vital duality for these anchors and their admins, Anchors will warm up to the people they were familiar with now continuing their existence alongside them throughout all the Loops as a fixed constant in their lives. On the Admin side, well... let's just wait until a certain other character is available before we jump to any conclusions.

"Nina, we have guests!" smiled Pinkie as the redhead named Nina shuffled her body out of her sheets to find the two normies from another world. "They're just as loopy as us!"

"...really now?" Nina swung her legs off of her mattress and laid themselves firmly onto the ground. "Are those the root earthlings we keep hearing whispers about?"

"Two among sixty-four million, my Anchor." Jim curtsied before the redheaded youth, much to her flattery. "I personally lifted this man's family and two of his former employees into the savefile, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, Mister Hexten." Pinkie did an honorable salute as she marched to her close friend's side. "What do you want to do first."

"Well, I'd perfer to see what a regular day is for you if you don't mind." stated Drew. "Maybe stop for a cup of coffee, see if there's still an InfoWars store in this Infinite Loops business."

Pixel Pinkie merely tilted her head which told the one time 'Mister DeeP DiSH' all he needed to know. "Could you at least guide us through your day?"

"Usually, We try our hands at a specific wish." Pinkie smiled before getting an idea "Why not visit Africa?"

"It seems like a pretty good idea!" Nina then rummaged through her shadow and fetched a bright neon-pink cellular phone. "There it is, make sure there are people holding onto your body, Pixel Pinkie!"

Drew was raising an eyeball to this. "And why's that?"

Nina pressed a purple button on the center of her cell phone and magic began to emminate from Pinkie's chest which erupted into a stream of pure energy which looped sideways and skyways before manifesting as a sort of holographic copy of Pixel Pinkie all the way down to her smiling face. "Ta-da! Next stop: The Serengeti!"

As she prepared to have group spirited away to the African Wilds, Jim and Drew caught Pinkie's lifeless human body just before all four humans... rather three humans and a corpse stripped of her soul, are teleported off to Africa only to meet a full den of lions.

"Oops." Pixel Pinkie's expression of sheer embarrassment was enough for Jim to pull out some key advice.

"This brings me to another important item any four-dimensional hitchhiker should have." Jim passed a towel to each Looper as the lions marched ever closer. "There are a hundred and three more uses than you think, so no matter how dangerous life gets, no matter how many mistakes you make, no matter how many ideas the Satanic death lords get to purge the planet of humanity, you always gotta know where your towel is."

Sure enough, each Looper laid upon their towels and pressed their hands against their chests. The Lions snarled as they closed in to pounce upon the screaming loopers, fearing their fates as the Lions gnaw away at their bodies to end their lives and the loop.

The Digital Genie is a most mischievous albeit rather forgetful creature of the multiverse. One moment it would say that it had always wanted to be a real human girl when just the other day it had said it had always wanted to be a lofty supermodel which are two radically different aspirations to certain sane individuals. Similar to the Synapse System which uses gadgets and technology to grant wishes instead of the straight-up reality dilution of the common Fairy Godparent, the very nature of these particular organism prove the digital nature of this secular offshoot of existence therefore proving once and for all that their universe is far from the very center of reality itself whilst also demonstrating how far the act of producing universes has come from the days of binary code and flat-pallette worlds.

[edit] Loop A2

Jim and Drew Awoke in the middle of a sidewalk to find that their towels have shifted somwhat. "What just happened?"

"our Awakening, my friend." They rolled over onto the grass and picked up their towels. "two feet to the left, not exactly far, innit."

"Well, that's one use for Towels out." Stated Drew before immediately asking: "What exactly was the beer for back home?"

"To soften up your system." Jim bluntly answered. "Likewise the Popcorn and Peanuts were for protein and Iodine."

"Neat." Drew was not exactly certain of those words, so he asked: "How long exactly will we be staying here?"

"Counting that previous loop, Fifty in total." reminded Jim.

"And then home?"

Jim could only frown with regret and remorse to Drew's question. "Drew... Your universe has been destroyed. No matter how many chunks we could salvage, what we couldn't save was the hellmouth your universe had been converted into over the past century, we had to pull the plug."

"Bother..." Drew thought of the people and places he'll miss from the world, his friends from his school life lost forever, The folks at the party rendered probably homeless. No! He had to focus, he had to keep his mind off of the gloom and doom, focus on something important. "My Disney Infinity Figurines would have been worth a fortune."

"No, they wouldn't." smiled Jim before changing the subject. "Now, we need to check in with Nina to see if she's getting her phone for the loop, what do you need to survive the next several months."

"Can't say cause I'm not sure..." Drew wandered for a bit wondering which supplies he'll need. "Oh, Spaghetti! Groceries, too! Clearly, we need those!"

"Naturally." Smiled Jim as they marched over to Nina's house to climb over to her room. "Good morrow, dear Nina! How goes the Loop thus far?"

Nina frowned upon the question. "Bad."

"Why bad?"

The picked up her new phone for the loop, painted navy-blue as opposed to bright pink, and pressed the center button and from the blue streak of magical energy came a energetic young lad roughly the age of Nina and her friend Anna.

"A punishment loop has befallen Pixel Pinkie." The blue sprite bowed to their elders. "My apologies and condolences."

"Ah, yes. You know how easy it is to knock a Loop off its rocker by killing the anchor." Jim adjusted his suit and extend his hand to the blue boy. "I do hope she's not at Eiken."

"She isn't." said the boy in blue. "She's in a Disney Sitcom."

Drew then shook the blue boy's hand "Pleasure to meet you, Pixel... Peter, is it?"

"...Christ, you think all Digital Genies have names that start with pixel, do you!?" barked the boy in blue with offended rage. "It's Peter Pixel."

[edit] Loop A3

Nina was off to fetch her magic phone after putting up with Peter Pixel for a Loop while Drew Awoke into existence with his towel up to the upper back of him. What shocked Drew was the cable box laid out in front of him, he didn't expect to see it at his feet when he laid down the towel for the Loop. Whatever it was, it probably related to these Loops so he grabbed the remote and flipped the channel to to 787.

"What do you get when we serve up a missile launcher and the President of the United States?" Oh, the Young Turks. What else is on?

"THEY SHOT TRUMP IN THE DICK! WHY!?" InfoWars on the ever-so-subtle Channel 1776, perhaps a double digit network isn't as political.

"The Leader of the free world removed from his office by the literal Balls!" Mark Dice on 36, every bit as political.

Back to Cenk Ugur on 787: "Entire damn White House, just gone. And that is just the start. Remember all these conspiracy theories about globalist tyrants serving to destroy America, turns out, it's worse."

On InfoWars, Millie Weaver is reporting from a heavenly world "I'm here as a digital projection in Adminspace where Admins of all Shapes and Sizes are working to piece together the mess left by the Pedovores, Said to be our natural Predators."

On Channel 96 was none other than Mister 'What's a Reviewer Wall?' himself, Lewis Lovhaug. The Vigilante Linkara. "Turns out, they've been slowly enslaving us mammalian scum for almost an entire century now."

Also on his own channel, Paul Joseph Watson on Channel 76 "Once I got over the surprise of Gods actually existing in our modern world, Imagine my shock when their Rapture Fleet claim that the Globalists turned out to be actual lizard-creatures made entirely out of Molten Carbon."

On Channel 86, Bill Still was Still Reporting on the Pedovores "These creatures also sustain themselves with Flouride to nourish the false skin, aluminum to strengthen their gums, and all sorts of creepy chemicals that are toxic to the legitimate human race they have infiltrated."

On 1776, Leftist-proclaimed 'conspiracy theorist' Alex Jones was dumbfounded by the dark truth of the globalists that have haunted him and the rest of the Earth for so long. "So not only are they killing everybody, they're healing themselves with our resources! How much more parasitic can you get!?"

"As it turns out, these bozos are spewing propaganda to dampen Trump's Cred and provoke radical-" A channel flip to Mark Dice completed Cenk's sentence with: "Liberal Lunatics to kill as many Republicans as they can before the cops lock their asses behind bars,"

"Well, it's going to look rather hard when the world is outright obliterated." Spoken like a guy with common sense, Paul. Cenk naturally agreed. "Of Course! Of course these Pedovore Punks would flush our planet before the Admins get a shot at us."

"But here's the good news in this hellhole of a situation, all these Pedovores were scrunched into the twisted maw of Hell where they belong!" And for once, Cenk Ugyur of The Young Turks agreed with Alex Emmerick Jones of InfoWars, the clip from known pedovore Bill Clinton said it all. "Ladies and Gentlemen, We got him."

"Down Goes the Deep State! Down Goes the Deep State! Down Goes the Deep State!" Cenk was celebrating in his studio.

"But at What Cost?" Questioned Watson on 76, a flip to 787 then reminded "The Top Gods have deemed our little universe to be just... too far gone to salvage and thus have naturally rewired to a better world with free market for all nations, restricted money in global politics, and a lot more fictions and entertainment to choose from. Not sure what that last one means, but what can ya do?"

"So this 'High State' has uprooted the Deep State and revealed all the Benedict Arnolds for the parasites that they are only to have a few of them pull the rug from under them." Bill had the right idea as did Mark "Endrimorne and his Ilk blew up our planet and wiped out our universe before the Lespirans could do the deed, and naturally kept on going!"

"One by two by three by four by plenty other numbers, Endrimorne ate a metric ton of parallel 'near-hubs', plenty of which have went full 90s and put the Clintons back in office." Leave it to a guy who lived with a dork who essentially lived and breathed Leifeld to know how 90s this decade could've turned out.

"Lespirans naturally put the sucker down like the Loser he was, and whoosh went the frozen carcass of a job well done but sadly, the damage is already done." Cenk pointed out the obvious as Alex Jones raged against the dastards that got them all here "Now all of time and space is doomed to forever repeat itself over and over and Over And Over And OVER AND OVER AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!! WE TOLD YOU IF ANYTHING GOES DOWN, WE'D BLAME YOU AND HERE WE ARE!"

Cenk asked the ultimate question: "With the world we loved gone and all the other universes locked into safe mode, what happens now in the wreckage of Yggdrasil?"

A flip to Watson's channel was swift to answer: "The World Tree is being rebuilt as we speak, for they naturally have the technology. But guess what? They aren't gonna fix our 'Earth got blued up' problem."

Drew flipped the channel to absolute zero, and saw a press release pay out with a group of two men and three women in military dress uniforms. The guy at the far left had a beard and flowing locks, the guy on the far right was as plain as could be. The golden-haired woman sobbed with regret as the exotic-skinned woman guzzled bottles of sake, her curves and height seeming to grow into the suit she was wearing. The only one of the three that seemed fully composed was the brunette that was speaking to the press.

"Our top angels are sorting out which humans can be salvaged for revival." she spoke with a calm, commanding voice. "But in honor of our late friend Gerald, it is with a heavy heart that we announce that we will not recreate the original universe that he himself spent the first six days of existence creating."

Wait, this Gerald is the god?

Hold on, he's dead?!

"So now we're stuck here in these pocket dimensions called televoid until they fix up Yggdrasil, unable to age and unable to escape." A quick channel flip to 1776 showed Alex Jones was just as bummed out as Cenk, even moreso if you consider what was on the line. "Here's to hoping that my family can be coded into our happy little bubble cause... I miss my kids, I really do."

Drew flipped to Linkara, a melancholy expression on not only his face... "If there's anyone out there who can reach in and contact the Televoid, then to quote a subpar movie in an iconic franchise: We are here, We are waiting."

...but also Still's face... "We all need each other more now than ever."

...Watson's face... "No matter what happens, just remember that we've been given this second and last chance as a dominant species."

...Cenk's Face... "We all gotta be strong, so strong that we're, of course... Too Strong."

...And the sunken mug of Alex Jones "Earth is dead. Long live Earth."

The Televoid screen closes up and retreats into its box as music begins to play.

"Pixel Pinkie, Welcome song Zero." Nina glared to her only Looping friend from her home.

"The one for survivors of the lost branch?" Whispered the digital djinn. "It's so gloomy..."

"Well, considering the condition of his now nonexistent branch, it's kind of a given." Nina sighed as her stare refocused itself on Drew Lea Maine.

Nina: I'm sorry for when the Admins decreed it.

I'm sorry that your earth has been deleted.

I'm sad your family's not quite there

But now there's endless time to spare

Fifty Loops per 'verse, how should we spend them?

Drew: Perhaps I could keep going with my webshow

Without my boss dictating what I upload.

But there's still goofs he might pick out.

"Like slapping the same AV clip before a second take of a live joke?" Anna pointed out with my phone in her hand.

Pix: But now ain't no time to shout.

When there's endless roads and paths we can go!

We found ourselves atop a British tram going at breakneck speed.

Together: It's why we Loop within this Dead World Walking.

We're sorry that you're from a Dead World Walking.

Nina: We know you tried your best to fight

the motives of these parasites.

Pix: At least you have survived

Together: beyond your Dead World Walking!

Drew glanced to everyone who was getting in who was now singing and Dancing to and fro. "Okay, My body's out of control, wut."

"Two rare happenstances exclusive to the Infinite Loops," reassured Pixel Pinkie "one being the power of music..."

Pix: And then there are these monsters out to kill you.

Each sporting glitchy powers that may thrill you.

Together: Crashing every Loop they see.

They even stole a factory

With seven ways to Sunday built to end you

Drew's mind raced with fear of the imminent danger that might ensue if he finds himself in the same Loop with these Malicious Looping Entities.

Come on!

Nina: So seize the day,

Together: and live this Dead World Walking!

Pix: Just keep the course,

Together: survive the Dead World Walking!

And now's always the time

do or do not, you just can't try.

cause there's no place to fly from the Dead World Walking!

Next he knew, Drew found himself being walked through a jungle by Nina and Pinkie with Jim merely along for the ride with Special Guest Star Carrot Top.

And its nature's cruel, you know

Nina: that's why its beautiful.

Together: It leaves Loopers numb inside

Pix: in numerous degrees.

Drew: So the tree's unfair,

My family's out there...

Pix: But here, it's beautiful.

Together: Let's make this beautiful!

Drew: That's fine with me.

A sudden three on three in nature ensues, Nina, Anna and Pixel Pinkie against Drew, Jim and Comedian Carrot Top. They dashed across the woods, bracing all sorts of danger. Anna tripped on a snake, Carrot Top was slammed against a truck, Jim halted before they crossed the swamp. Nina hopping from rock to rock, Pinkie's human shell 'drowning' and her digital (for lack of a better word) ghost pulling it out before Drew emerged with his lower torso reduced to bones. Nina did one final Slam Dunk as she sang.

Yeah! Full steam ahead!

Knock on this Dead World Walking!

Drew: What about my eMail address?

Pix: Come break the game!

Together: Rock the Dead World Walking!

Drew: I think you don't get the process!

The two grabbed Drew's shoulders as they dragged him off through the city on an electronic recliner. And no sooner did the recliner get sandwiched between two motorcycles created by the Digital Genie.

Together: No sleep tonight for you,

Better chug your Mountain Dew!

Drew: M'kay, m'kay.

Nina: Get your ass in gear,

Together: Make those worries disappear!

Drew: M'kay, m'kay!

Nina: Slap dat macbook air,

Pix: Bust up there and there and there

Together: No more talking!

Drew: Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!

All: Yeah, yeah!

Drew stood up atop the chair, fully enveloped in the song the sirens sang.

Together: Love this Dead World Walking!

Drew: Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!

Together: Love this Dead World Walking!

Drew: Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!

Together: Love the Dead World Walking!

All: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Carrot Top: *Michael Jackson HOO!*

All: Yeah!!!

And no sooner did he fall over stone dead, to the girls' horror.

"Come off it, little ladies." Jim sighed. "He'll be back next Loop."

[edit] Loop A5

"Check it out, everyone! Nina's Wearing Baby Socks!" Suzi always pointed out the socks and her flunkies always acted to rub salt in the wound.

"Catch the wrong bus, preschooler?" asked Emily is searing jest.

"Maybe she's going bowling." Proposed Nicki.

I failed to notice when they noticed about me. "Has her chest gotten bigger?"

After turning up to buy new clothes, I had walked in during Suzi's appointment with an agent. The reaction was one to expect from him. "Oh, Love it! Love it! Love it! Perfect height and figure, too. Love it!"

Suzi had her fit and the agent asked me for my name and I replied: "My name? It's Nina."

I cluched my neck, realizing that it's dropped an Octave in the middle of my response, the agent's gushing was all that was needed to confirm my fear. "Somehow I knew I was skewing a bit too young."

"Young?" snarled Suzi as I snuck to find a mirror, sure enough it filled me in on how my body filled out. Ample bussom, rounded rump, sharpened face, I looked fresh out of college! Pixel Pinkie definitely had a lot of explaining to do, that's for sure.

[edit] Loop A7

A man arrived at the classroom, his face was obscured by a bright red bang over his golden hair, an orange headband complimenting the bright-yellow and yellow-green striped collar of the lime green jacket over the dark blue vest he wore over his baby-blue button shirt. Indigo pants cover the purple tube socks underneath his reddish violet shoes.

"So, up and coming American Author AC Elmore." Introduced Mister Maine, a teacher for the Loop. "What do you say about your education."

"You'll learn absolutely nothing from these State-Run Indoctrination Camps they have the gall to call Schoolhouses" said the old Wizard, clearly disgruntled by the girl in pink. "They only serve to raise generations of slaves willing to follow the illusion of a global climate upheaval, saying that the only way to avert it is to shut down as a nation, as a society, as a species... And it's all rooted in Brussels."

AC Elmore's controversial opinions inevitably wound up getting Drew fired from his teaching job...

[edit] Loop A10

...Which ment absolutely nothing when time and space repeated itself endlessly.

This time, he went with being a Gym Class coach. That way his opinions can't get in the way, and he can get in some more exercise.

"Leftists crave dat Right-Wing blood!"

"Leftists crave dat Right-Wing blood!"

"The Civil War will be their Flood!"

"The Civil War will be their Flood!"

An American Ninja Warrior course lined the gym. (Made out of survivable obstacles, naturally, none of the ninja killers.) Each student hustled to Drew's tone and when he faltered, they faltered along with him.

Thankfully, Drew was just the help.

"C'mon, Hustle, Hustle!" At the boisterously british voice's demand, Pixel Pinkie she wobbled her way across the Rolling Log, keeping her distance from Nina who was a bit ahead of her. Pinkie jumped onto the Log Grip and felt each sudden drop shake her young body, making her way to the Stair Hopper as she clung to the four-foot steel bar. Though she does relatively fine with the drops, it's getting back up that proves to be too much for her and thus she lands in the ball pit. "If any of you are Loopy, then step it up!"

The head coach walked up to Pinkie. She was incredibly tall, built like an amazon. Her auburn hair and golden eyes complimented her bright red Letterman jacket. Her cocked smile giving off a reassuring maternal warmth, like a confident older sibling. "You okay, twinkle toes?"

"That's Toph's thing, isn't it, Roxy?" Asked Pinkie.

"Only when it's her on Aang." Smirked Roxy.

"Hold up?" spoke Drew after clearing the Salmon Ladder. "You know the Avatar?"

"No, but I have heard good things from my boyfriend." remarked Roxy as she helped Pinkie back up.

Jim carted over a supply of basketballs "So what, is your boyfriend from the corresponding 'verse or-"

"Not even close."

[edit] Loop A13

The need for “constants” in an Anchor’s life was necessary was because, as the Admins found out, to their great displeasure, Yggdrasil’s code didn’t always cooperate with them. It became abundantly clear that the Loopers not only repeated events in their home universe over and over, but sometimes, another universe might come in and merge itself with their own universe for that Loop. The first known case of this was during one of the Sailor Moon and Neon Genesis Evangelion Loops, when an Awake Sailor Jupiter ended up taking the place of Misato Katsurugi, leaving a baffled and Awake Shinji Ikari. Not only that, but instead of fighting against the Angels, NERV was tasked with fighting the forces of the Dark Kingdom, led by Queen Beryl. It was extremely confusing for all Awakened people involved, of course. These ended up being called “Fused Loops”, as a result.

Then, there was another factor that was almost as migraine-inducing: Variant Loops. Variant Loops were oh-so-special iterations of a universe where certain things would be changed from how they were normally supposed to be, with various different scenarios, relationships, and entire locations changing to a large extent. They pretty much were alternate universes from the perspectives of any Loopers from the original universe that Awoke in them. The first known instance of this happening was when one of the Harry Potter Loops ended up involving Harry, Ron, and Hermoine Awakening to a world where magic was well-known to the world at large, and there was no secrecy on the part of the Ministry of Magic.

As a result, a “normal” Loop ended up being called a “baseline” one, a Loop where all the original events that were supposed to play out in the universe did. These were the easiest types for the Loopers to deal with, for obvious reasons: they knew everything that was about to happen.

"Now, these fused loops are a sort of synchronization of specific branches of Yggdrasil." stated Jim the Fork. "You could be replacing a background character like with our case or you could replace a main character."

"But the beast's the same as he ever was!" complained Drew the spoon. "Who in the blazes is Pixel Pinkie replacing!?"

"I think I know," Nina used her feather quill form to direct her comrade's attention towards Pixel Pinkie sporting a blue dress and a silver bow.

"Come on, Ol Beast! I just want to try out some new detective comic tech I plucked earlier!" Cried Pixel Pinkie as she fired all sorts of trick arrows at the Beast.

"But did you have to bring it here of all things!?" The Beast was loosing patience with Pinkie's eagerness to try her hand at Archery after Looping in as a vigilante.

"Just hold still," Pinkie focused her Ki into her Flamenrozen Burst, which uses the bloom of a rose (Pinkie was using a rose she found under a glass case.) to burst through the Beast's chest in a firey explosion.

"Holy crow... I really overdid it, didn't I, Nina..."

Silence.

"Nina?"

The Rose burnt down to the last petal, so too, humanity is washed away, killing the citizens of the castle forevermore. The maître d'hôtel would be activated as a Looper by enduring the shock of someone destroying the rose and dooming the castle's staff and tennants. But that is another story and shall be told another time.

[edit] Loop A16

Mom, Mems, Thatch, Ponyo, Sosuke, Lydz, Uncle Shawn,

I don't exactly know where you might be, but I won't divulge where I wrote this letter. I now understand why Warner Globalists doubled down on CNN Trump Hate and left Cartoon Network to rot under Christina Miller's contempt.

I now see the reasoning for the Admins seeking to wipe the universe we once called home. So by all means, let go of earth, It was too far gone since Obama's ina-

The ringtone of Nina's phone could be heard from within the closet, and the digital magic filled the air as Pixel Pinkie immediately manifested her human body and glomped onto Nina in tears.

"There, there..." said Nina as she comforted her magic friend. "I bet Eiken sucked hard, yeah?"

"I'm so sorry, Nina..." she sobbed.

Nina hugged Pinkie back. "It's alright..."

[edit] Loop A18

Nina looked to the door window and found Annie with a confused look upon her face. Nina replied by opening the door to her.

"What is going on, Nina?" asked Annie. "We released Pixel Pinkie and yet you still bring a similar model in."

"Oh, it's not just a similar model." Mentioned Nina before pressing the usual button, summoning Pixel Pinkie who immediately shifted into her human form as she leapt into Nina's arms. "Guess who's finally Looping?"

Pinkie glances to a confused Anna. "You turned yourself into a real girl again!?"

"I've been doing it for a couple hundred Loops." Pinkie recounted to Anna, "I tend not to go digital all that often unless it's absolutely necessary."

Anna gave a curious look to her pinkette friend "So, you're still free?"

"Free as a bird."

"Explain."

"Well it all starts with this guy who built a table that is also the planet earth." started Nina. "He did the whole six days to create it and repeated it over and over and over again until there's enough endless realities to make a tree of them and dubbed it Yggdrasil..."

And so, the two veterans explained the Infinite Loops with assists courtesy of the HitchHiker's guide to Infinity.

Nina made a few omissions here and there, i.e. the deep state, demolition of the Root

"So you're the Anchor, Nina?" assumed Anna. "How long has this been going on?"

"Let's see, 503 Baseline Loops, ten months per baseline, incorporate Fused Loops from Kamen Rider, Pretty Cure, Yu-Gi-Oh!..." Pixel Pinkie calculated as she paced the room. "Aha! Nina is 543 years old and I am 360!"

Anna sat in her bean-bag chair on shock. "Wow, I have been gone an awfully long time."

"You should see Ranma Saotome." Added Pinkie "The First Looper at 25-trillion 2600-million 358-thousand 144 years old!"

Anna was silent. She couldn't think of what to say to these revelations.

"I know it may seem overwhelming, but you just became a part of a vast and growing family." Nina reassured her old friend. "Welcome to the Loops, Anna."

[edit] Loop A21

It started when Jim spotted that all the board game isle were adorned with Magic The Gathering-themed titles, he hunted and searched for a Ouja Board and when he finally found one, he made his way back home to set up a plan.

The three girls and the two moochers sat around in a circle in beige jumpsuits and odd gadgets strapped to their backs. They shifted and moved the piece to and fro across the board, waiting for a benevolent spirit. If there was a kind spirit just longing for a friend, then they are welcomed aboard the séance train. If not,

"I am Ashata, the demoness of destruction. I thank you for freeing me from the lake of fire!" "Now if you excuse me, it’s dinner time!"

"Not Tonight!" Pinkie was the first to respond with the powerful blast of a Proton Pack. Nina and Anna joined in the blast with Jim and Drew sitting out the action lest the lack of room between the girls' streams forces theirs to cross.

After a long few weeks of getting their new Ghostbusting service off the ground which included saving the universe once or twice, Nina was just about ready to relax in her bed before she is interrupted by a sleepless Drew.

"You didn't tell Anna everything, you know..." mentioned Drew to Nina as she tucked herself in.

"Because I'm one of only a handful of Loopers who know what happened!" Nina slammed her fist fiercely against the table. "If they knew of the demolition of the Root, Sakura Syndrome will end up becoming an Epidemic! MLE Numbers will skyrocket! Mass Ascension Even!"

"Not if they know of Pedovores, too!" Drew calmed to his Anchor. "It's alright, I know when to pipe down so your other secret's relatively save with me."

"Is it ever?" Nina raised her eyebrow at this curiosity. "Living in fear of an infestation of creatures that kill every every organism and every trace of evidence proving that species ever existed."

"Ah... Maybe that's why we fear these pesky pedovores the most..." Drew sipped from his water mug. "It's not that they hide as these goblin-like insects when they blend into our culture, or use deception and division to murder us all, but that they want us and all that we've accomplished erased from existence."

"Because they know nothing but to erase." Nina looked to the window. "Reality's most tenacious predator."

"Jesus Christ, we're so fucked up."

[edit] Loop A24

Annie was rushing out of the path of Carl's Poochitron which he found gathering dust in his attic. She slid across the sidewalk as her two fellow Loopers attacked the mech, Woo-Foo skills ablaze as they struck with fists, swords, and sai.

"Yincinerate Burst!" The pink rabbit tossed her Sai to the robot's joints, bursting in fire with but a snap of her fingers.

"PAWS! OF! PAIN!" A tornado of two giant blue fists ripped through the spine of the mech as the evil Cockroach Wizard pressed all the buttons he could but to no avail.

"Oh, come on!" Complained Carl. "I spend a Loop Radicalizing the Town into a straight up Deep State scenario and somehow that qualifies as THE DARK TOMORROW?"

"You aimed all your zombified Alt-Americans directly at us!" barked Drew to the accursed roach "All to destroy every trace of America having ever existed."

"Yeah, and they were doing such a good job before I came along, hmm..." Carl was quite the loser, even Pinkie herself could have trounced him, and she was in another Loop entirely.

The Pink Rabbit named Yin was making off with the Hourglass artifact, keeping the elderly gargoyle tied up with her inner ki. "So, You're here to learn some Woo-Foo, are you?"

Annie stepped into the Dojo, "Yeah. If it can help me keep up with my friends back home, then I'm game."

"Ahahaha! Have we got some tricks for you." The Blue Rabbit named Yang leapt onto the rails of the ceiling. "What should we start with."

"The one with the ninja stars!" proposed Annie. "That seems easy enough."

"To pull of the little shuriken, You've got to know Yincinerate first." Yin stopped in her feet and pointed to her. "Just don't wake Master Yo. The less he knows about our Loopy antics, the better."

Drew raised his brow to the rodent Loopers "What, is he, like, the Anchor or something?"

"Number 711." Yang scratched his furry scalp. "And we've got something big planned for the reveal."

Drew saw the hourglass-like artifact in Yang's grasp, and recognized exactly what they have in store for their master and Father. The two would use the Chronologicum in their live message to their resident Anchor, confirming to him that they were, in fact, Looping. But that is another story and shall be told another time.

[edit] Loop A27

Nina Awoke in a sort of police state type of a country. Her usual tee replaced with an orange Polo shirt with a pouch, she stood behind a looming over her of a rather boyish fellow in a purple bowler hat. In arrived a balding fellow with slicked blonde hair in a mullet, He appeared worried for Nina despite not being part of her Loop in the slightest. "Are you okay, Citizen? Where's your clique?"

"Oh, uh..." Nina figured it was a totalitarian thing with the whole dystopia vibe it was giving her, but with how long it was taking for her to manifest her Loop Memories so she asked: "Must be around here somewhere..."

"You just can't miss 'em." Reassured the gentlemen. "You've got a bi girl, a geek, a black, a hispanic, an asian and a muslim like everyone else set up by the Citizen system."

"Thanks..." sighed Nina finding his information less useful than she anticipated. "Could you give me some more helpful hints here!"

"Manners, Madame." Stressed the pudgy person. "You wouldn't want to be barred from the Citizen Plus program with all the perks, do you?"

"It's alright." Nina turns around to find Anna, Pinkie, a regressed Drew and two known Loopers from Branch 9. "We think we can handle it, old-timer. We've been looking for Jaime for about an hour now..."

"Thank you." Bowed the bland blonde. "I'll just leave you to your search, then."

Drew waved goodbye and glanced to the heroes before him. "Christ, Marvel's Looping, Too!?"

"Yes, and we have read the comics our footprints have been leaving behind." Spoke Miles Morales, Looper from the collapsed Ultimate Marvel Universe. "Gotta say, was not liking the direction they were going before... Y'know."

Drew was dumbfounded. "Marvel's been effected by the Pedovores?"

"Purse Puppy Riri Williams was kind of one of the later warning signs." Sighed Kamela Khan, the then-current Ms Marvel. "And Gwen Poole's presence fully erasing the fourth wall pretty much sealed it."

All Drew could do was lay back in depression, these damn Pedovores were everywhere back home, no wonder how the humans had a rough time getting rid of those damn things. Fortunately for the Homo Ludens genus behind their Sapien brothers and sisters won't find these parasitic insects to be a problem now that they've been rendered near-extinct. "Okay, so now what..."

"Try to survive this oncoming shit hole." leaned Annie. "I find that the best way to deduce the where and how is to find the centerpiece..."

Drew turned around to see a statue of an oddly designed green leprichaun holding up a rake and stepping on a human skull.

"T-That's Clover!" Drew stood dumbfounded. "From the Felt! Homestuck!"

"Indeed it is..." Sighed Annie. "How he became the face of an Orwellian Dystopia is beyond me."

"Nah...It's far too sophisticated for a Baseline Clover." Concluded Kamela. "We're dealing with the Looping Felt." "Yeesh..." Drew scratched the back of his head... "That's a scary thought."

"One question." asked Pinkie. "How are the Felt Looping anyway?"

Miles dug into his backpack before fetching a satchel stuffed with the HitchHiker's Guide to Infinity.

"Oh, cool." said Drew "I have one just like it!"

Miles cocked up his eyebrow "Do you really?"

"Yes," Drew the whipped out the product onto the page for 'MLEs' "Version 20X6"

"Mine's a newer version with imput from the new loopers in the intervening eons." Miles flashed his tablet with the app in full display, clicking the part of the app reading: 'MLE' "20X9"

Malicious Looping Entities or MLEs, whether they get activated by uncaring Admins or stealthy Mythos Hackers, they tend to be among the most unpleasant Loopers ever to be encountered in your Looping Life, especially so when you hail from the same branch as that one where they plot and scheme to ascend to Adminhood to the detriment of the place they typically call home. Lespiran Administrators made plenty of precautions towards the steady growth of power that these Loopers experience over their now endless lives, diverting excess energy to their subspace pocket was one thing, intensifying the Soul's resistance to change was another, but the fact of the matter was that to be the fool to activate an MLE would be to rip yourself away from your branch and forced onto a harder-to-loop universe.

"Good, now does it have anything on the first verse?" asked Drew to the Ultimate Spider-Man. "My entry only has one word: Harmless."

"Ah, well... that's cause there was so much to stuff into there from across the Loopersphere, it's easy for some information to get lost in the crossfire." brought up Kamela to the blatant protagonists, "20X9 has three times the data from Loopers old and new."

"Ah, Marvelous!" grinned Drew. "So whatever does it say?"

"Relatively Harmless."

[edit] Loop A29

.A scuffle with the Felt.

[edit] Loop A32

After surviving a rough dystopia loop and a rough scuffle with the visiting teen assassins from another branch, they needed a Bar Loop and fast. Too bad the only bar in the loop was occupied and owned by the Felt and the only way to get in is by gaining proof of their misdeeds. Luckily, this was a fused Loop with the Duel Cluster so it was easy for them to disguise themselves as rowdy beatniks who managed to kidnap a Dragon Signer.

"Thanks for calling me up on such short notice, Mister Hogan." Annie said over the phone. "When this over, may I have your autograph."

"I've got a few autographed cards in my glove compartment." chuckled Crow. "You're more than happy to pick out a good five of them from there."

"Thank you, good sir." Smiled Annie as she watched Pinkie exit her human form to act out the scene.

Cans was winning this particular round of Table Stickball, having pocked all but three balls in his first turn, the 3, 7, and 13 balls, to be precise. Trace and Fin were cooking in the kitchen, Die was tending bar and Matchsticks was waiting the tables with Itchy. And the rest of the Felt were dining with other assorted beatniks.

"Come now. You've already wailed on us!"

"I never wanted to be whipped into submission!"

"Tough Tootsie Roles, Twat! You're going to get me into this Joint and you're gonna like it!"

Punches, kicks, whips, and screams ensued on the outer side of the bar before the door opened to reveal a fire-red digital genie carting in an unconscious Pinkette and her redheaded friend, a pouched person of some sort, and one of the legendary signers of the Crimson Dragon. "Make way, Pixel Punkie coming through, yes, the Signer's real, stop staring, will ya!"

"Using the frothing Nazis of Antifa?!" cried the Wing Signer. "That is beyond sick and you know it!"

"So sue me," The digital djinn slammed the signer and his companions "Siracha Dog with a decent ol' Flaming Death on the rocks if you please."

"You got it, babe." Matchsticks winks to the djinn before relaying: "Die."

"I heard, Matchsticks, these things take time. Luckily Fin's putting the finishing touches on the meals right as they order them." Die nonchalantly stated to the rest of the bar's patrons. "Go right on ahead, let me take your orders and I can state the progress."

"Fat Scratch?" Jim asked.

"Getting stuffed silly as a fat sammach should be" spoke Die leaning on the table of the bar.

Crow found himself interested: "Turkey Club with Onion Rings?"

"Toasting to perfection" spoke Die as he cleaned an empty mug on the table.

"Crispy Chicken Parmesan with Bacon and Ketchup with Jumbo Fries and Oreo Milkshake." Drew ordered.

"All ready to roll, good buddy." Smiled Itchy as he passed the tray onto the table. "With the house special Knuckle Sandwich to go with the pretty pink princess' Lucky Charms Milkshake."

"Oh, I've been thinking-" the djinn caught her act slipping and got back in character. "-that the brat would order something like it. Not a fan of sandwiching a slab of chicken between Beef, Bacon and Pepperonés. I find it much more fun to give her the little something after which yer special's named."

"Hey, you get your damn hands off that kid!" Crow quickly acted to defend the child's honor but the djinn slapped him back onto his seat.

"Eat first, Pain Later." Sneered the firey djinn.

"Isn't it 'Play Later' or is it a deep threat?" Matchsticks asked to the djinn.

"Tis a threat of force." piped a voice, she sported an ©øς armband with a number 10 on it. "Relatively weak compared to our aura, but it is indeed there."

"You have a keen eye as always, Decay." A man in a slick white-and-green tuxedo, a giant white sphere stood where a head should be. "Once again, you prove your value to the Felt."

"Wait... I thought that..." Sawbuck glared to Drew with a few other fellas with varying numbers adorning their persons as the earthling slumped into his seat with his eyes glued to the poster that announced an oncoming storm aimed for Branches 8, 9 and 10. "Oh, good lord, it's a franchise."

"Indeed we are." Smirked the faceless Jack in the Box. "And we owe it all to our close confidants:"

A plethora of holographic shadows manifests around the group with usernames and diamonds floating above the heads of men clad in black leather, quite a few of which resembled the villains from the 2000 film based on that musical about the death of christ. They were the Mythos Hackers, the monsters who activated the Felt and their minions.

"Good Morrow, Doc Scratch." The lead hacker greeted to the topmost green torso

"Alas, Although I am quite aware of the Loops." explained Scratch to his guests. "I am sadly comatose thanks to my bond to Lord English, but that won't stop me from leading this newly-minted mobster franchise to greatness!"

They all cheered for their hackers as they blushed in sheer flattery.

RoFLcopter86 leaned forward in the form of Annas of Israel as he spoke. "We've truly grown in the past eon, six extra members for the Yggdrasil, a division for the Duel Cluster and we've soul-binded the first Looping Castle to Decay, give a big round of applause, folks!"

"Pardon me, good sir." Jim asked from his table before Doc Scratch handed him his Fat Scratch. "Whatever is a Looping Castle and how does one earn such things."

"It's nothing, really..." Spoke MAGAman93 in the shape of Califas. "Just the new major export of the Jesus Factory."

Drew pulled out the HitchHiker's guide from his Pocket and looked it up to MAGAman's encouragement. He entered Jesus Factory and then read on.

The Jesus Factory is an institution made by the Admins in honor of the programmed-in child of the first God. It was established to create universes based on the endless choices made with each decision made over time and every possibility that can be imagined. For example if you chose a peanut-butter sandwich over Domino's, there is a universe where another you chose Domino's over a peanut butter sandwich. Admins still handcraft universes in the six days it takes to create the universe, while a new machine is installed in the plant to manufacture universe stemming from that universe in six minutes or less with each steps lasting exactly six seconds. Things were going relatively smoothly until the great Pedovore infestation of 1820, pedovores pushing the slaves to their limits to trigger race-based civil wars, assassinating opponents who find their wishes appalling, puppeteering the world into becoming a genocidal death cult, the Admins had little choice but to kill them dead in their tracks by demolishing the first earth they used for universe archival over such a long time. And with the infection of Yggdrasil that unfortunately followed, the factory was left to rot with the Genetically Rigged Toxic Produce Pedovores often leave in their wake.

"That is, until we came along to dust off the place." Doc Scratch recounted. "I came up with the idea of producing Master Balls that age-ify then robotize whatever it captures, leaving a soulless mech to build or at least augment an entire castle onto its form. A unique form of soul-binding that binds all your Pokémon in your team, in your box, and even the Duel Monsters deck in your pocket to your soul as loyal servants to their patron Looper. Decay happens to have the first of these puppies, it's parked in her Castle Ball."

"Ah, yes... You said she was the only bloke with a Castle Ball at the moment, right?" Drew asked to the omniscient mobster. "And the factory's still running?"

"Indeed it is." sneered Scratch. "And many more are being produced for our brothers and sisters to inherit one day when they've grown enough brain cells to absorb wisdom."

A cry of "Hey!" escaped Crowbar's lips as Scratch twirled his cane towards the fine guests attending this bar, one of which piped. "And it's still churning out balls-"

"-to drain the resource reserves hidden within the factory." Clarified the mad ball. "San, show our guests why our plans are great!"

"With pleasure." Crow looked at the tight leather binding the masculine form that stood adorned with glowing bright red lines. The markings of a familiar Earthbound Immortal. "Now you face the might of Wiraqocha Rasca."

It was then that Crow looked into the eyes of his own reflection, his own self, an untaken path now undertaken by the Jackal's fowl scent. The words began to echo in his head.

"Welcome to the World of Cloning."

The earth began to shake with the fury of a Mainstream Media Zombie before the walls of the Bar burst open with the force of a roaring Hogan with his inner rage broken with fear and hate.

One that would echoed across space and time.

At a Plenty High rally miles away, Nikki glances to Annie who had used this Loop to infiltrate the in-crowd. "Annie, do you hear that?"

"I feel that."

In another part of town entirely. A young limeblooded troll has struck down a Pedovore that has snuck into the college system, lamenting the soul that the fowl beast devoured for such infiltration.

Until she heard a fowl scream of anguish fill the air. "jUst whatever the deUce is that ghostly wail?"

Nina was pacing to and fro across her bedroom, worried for her friends until the echoing scream of their volunteer captive confirmed the sheer failure to come.

Deep in Adminspace, Iris was playing Candy Crush on her godPad instead of scanning for the goblin-like Pedovores that seek to erase existence from existence as programed from their birthing pool in the Lake of Fire.

"Ha-Ha! Level 93, ready or not!" Iris was set to start up the next level when a loud yell of anguish echoed deep into Admin Space and snapped Iris out of her trance. "Oh, no!"

So she zipped to her seat and began typing away. "Don't mind me, Mister Tyr, sir, just further arming the Loopers to better deal with, uhh... The Pedovores! Yeah, we'll go with Pedovores, look at 'em go..."

Centuries into the future, but not many. Young Looper Riley Andersen was talking with a brother and sister named Rock and Roll as they put the finishing touches on five generic robot bodies built for Ai entities to inhabit as the 'Color Masters'.

"Everything set?" Roll asked her brother.

"Five bodies, three female standard, two male standard, ready and waiting. With a few spares just in case," Rock replied as he looked over the alcoves housing the prepared bodies.

"Check!" Riley noted.

"New mind machine showing all systems green."

"Check!"

"Remote override in place and operational?"

"Check!" Riley confirmed as she adjusted the failsafe headband the Light twins had developed for her.

"Five sapient emotional entities ready and waiting...?"

"Check, check, check, check, and check!" Riley smiled, strapping herself into the main chair while Roll adjusted the headgear.

"One young lady hooked up and ready to rock and roll?" Rock grinned.

"You know it!" Riley grinned back, blissfully ignoring the faint howl that was discreetly crossing the air.

"Then, let's get started!"

Even further into the future, a man and his topless drunken wife were bickering about their teenage daughter dragracing through town. The mother saying three words when Crow's fearful scream rang true: "Get. My. Bra."

Far, far off to the edge of the tree. Powdered Toast Man soared though the sky, his back and buttocks being ridden by a boy and his sisters.

"We're so high up!" expressed the boy.

"Indeed we are," Exclaimed the superhero. "Makes it easier to explore the world at large when you are the lone Looper of your world."

"You're the only Looper?" spoke the elder sister in shock. "How come the main characters aren't Looping?"

Powdered Toast Man's face was lathered with an innermost fear upon his face. The howling scream matching the insidious memories the baseline has towards its adulterous conclusion.

"Twenty-Seven of the world's best and brightest cities act as centerpieces to each of the universes dispensed in this intricate system of universe creation and destruction." Gomatsu explained as he tapped his model of the current branch. "This I assure you, with this new use for the slumbering Jesus Factory, we might be able to get this branch going for the Loops!"

"By the Code, Go, this just might be..." Skuld heard the final stretch of Hogan's cry and felt more invigorated than ever. "...Crazy enough to work!"

And thus, his fellow Lespiran Admins applauded his display to his flattered expression.

Everyone stood in utter shock to the giant hole where the doorway should be.

"Well, folks." Stitch glanced to his brothers and sisters in arms, then spoke in a melodic manner. "We've got ourselves an infiltration problem."

The Digital Djinn tried getting up only to be shoved into the pinkette's body, derezzing the facade as it fused into the flesh. The look on Drew's face said it all: "Ahh corn-nuts..."

The snapping of fingers, the tapping of shoes, the patting of hands atop dvd copies of the worst films they can find at a feasible price. This snazzy rhythm was the Felt's calling card.

RoFLcopter86: Now you intrude in our bar of Maliciousness

Just to unwind from our villainous feats.

TubeTyght69: From Riots

GabbaGoo64: Assassins

Decay: To homemade dystopias

San: To get the boss Looping

Doze: from his coma street.

MAGAman93: Chopping down trees across infinite cosmos

That is the sign that he's already there

Fin: from atom to idea

Trace: All thought is extinguished.

Clover: Tis the role of a Boss Fight

Stitch: That wraps up the game.

And when Scratch Took up the mic, it was if Heaven itself invited everyone to a David Bowie concert and you only got in out of pity from the popular girls at high school.

Scratch: I see that you're resisting

your sane mind persisting

through Infinite Loops

I see you must have patience

for this utter nonsense

that spacetime's become.

Become! Become! That spacetime's become!

A much keener mem'ry

Than what time's become.

Become! Become! Than what time's be-what time's be-what time's become.

Pinkie stood on her human legs as she focused her eyes on Doc Scratch and spoke her word.

Pinkie: The Loops need us so, y'know.

To keep time beautiful

Living day by endless day

Might be a pain

But we have our roles

To have the tale unfold

These Loops are beautiful!

Scratch: But so's the game.

Scratch then hijacked the musical number to thunderous applause from the Felt.

Scratch: Yes, you think Looping's all Goodness and Rainbows

But still you forget the whole reason we're here.

Stitch: Ol' Yggdrasil's sick from wounds that are still healing.

Clover: All the loops taught us was ultimate fear.

Die: The end of existence has never been nearer

than back when those pedovores prayed upon man

Biscuits: And they had the white house.

Sawbuck: At least for three decades

Fin: The damage they've done there

The Admins have banned!

Drew then broke into the argument.

Drew: I've seen inklings of freedom

away from the crown at the tippity-top

Dudes, We're basically pirates

Forever immortal until the loops stop.

Eternal Life in exchange for my home

I am a secret that's never been known.

Eternal Life in exchange for my home

My world's a secret that's never been never been never been known.

The Felt then tossed out the Loopers, completely missing the point of Drew's pleas as they dragged them out the door. Jim and Drew sat on the Rubble in utter shock, Pinkie was feeling somewhat curious about what she was seeing. "So will there be a musical number every chapter?"

[edit] Loop A36

Mom, Mems, Employees and Family...

Things have gotten harder for my life in this particular branch since the Felt Nation attacked.

Right, then. Jokes aside, the Felt has made my life a lot harder than it already has, I can assure you that I made my efforts to get myself in better shape. Refine muscle memory to the best it can get within the Loops, hope it carries to the Loop that follows.

It is all to one day Loop to a world where you can be safe enough to call it home.

With the humor of Yggdrasil swapping out Pixel Pinkie with another Pinkette, Anchor Number 111: Aileta Schaffer, Nina wanted things to be as baseline as it can to give her a brief run down of how it commonly functions. At this point she was making the wish to receive incredible ninjutsu skill for the eightieth overall Loop, leaving her with more than enough lingering Pixel Genie magic in her body to have such skill on her own.

It's times like this Annie was thankful for that formative Loop in the Shinobi Realm hidden in the branches, so she could at least keep up with her. And Drew, Drew made damn sure to learn a few tricks from that Formative Loop to add to his skillset, It wouldn't be useful with an ol' pot belly like his, so the best he could do is refine his body so maybe some of the fitness will carry through the Loops.

In the original baseline, Nina and Annie merely punched, kicked and judo flipped each other (The animation in my world certainly did not help.) But what I saw was true Anime, flying leaps, lightning reflexes, the whole shebang! Proves how far the kids have come, and I've never been prouder.

Then Drew felt Aileta tugging at his sleeve. "We've got trouble!"

The tournament had listed a group of known hired Goons favored by the Felt. Real tough builds, too. Formidable foes in their own right, thankfully Pinkie's magic and the longevity of the Loops have sharpened her natural skill.

I think, at least for now... We're in good hands.

[edit] Loop A39

"Twas an honor to have met you all in this particular branch." Doc Scratch smiled under his helmet to his captive audience as he struck a My Little Pony Toy in the neck, causing its head to inflate on the spot. "I'd love to stay and chat but I've a Tear to catch. Toodle-pip!"

"Capstones!" Nina struggled to pull the ropes Loose. "You won't get away with this, Scratch!"

Scratch merely snickered as he floated out the window to safety. "We are the most powerful mafia in the Loops. In fact, we even got away with conquering and repurposing the Jesus Factory, what the devil makes you think that I wouldn't get away here?"

Pixel Pinkie glared to the screen and sure enough, it was tracking a nuclear missile. "Nina, I don't think he's leaving without an insurance policy... Look at where he's aiming!"

"Oh, No!" Nina spoke in reactive fear towards what she saw on the map screen.

"What the bloomin' 'el is it, I can't see a blasted thing!" Drew is then turned around to see that the warhead is aimed at the Yellowstone volcano in California. "So what if they're gonna nuke the morally-bankrupt Golden State, with how this Liberal Loony bin of congresspeople are essentially wrecking their own land by shutting themselves down for invaders to decimate, they might proper deserve a nuke to clean their clocks outright in my humble opinion. I mean, yeah, This means Hollywood's down the tubes with this big ball of fire, but the movies here are all rubbish anyway."

"Yellowstone's the vital fault point of all infinite earths, you drain-clod!" Barked Nina to Drew.

"Fellas, Focus, Fellas!" calmed Jim. "There's an obvious way for us to escape this little mouse trap of theirs!"

"Really, now?" Drew retorted to Jim "And that's what, exactly?"

"We let the star of the show shine as she is in baseline, of course!" Jim turned his attention to the pinkette in the pink robot logo t-shirt "So whaddiya say, madmouiselle? Could ya get the phone out for us tonight?"

"And risk the lava pot?!" panicked Pinkie as she kicked Jim's knee in the air as they dangle by a thread. "Even the Superior Spiderman wouldn't survive such dire conditions!"

"You're overestimating it, Greenhorn." Jim bluntly spoke to the typically teeny-queenie pixel genie. "This is a ridiculously simple superhero trap that you're in, mate! Even a Youngblood Mercenary could weasel his damn way out of this one, they clearly have the pockets for it!"

"Pockets," thought Nina. "That's it!"

"You getting my drift now?" Asked Jim as his hand dug deep into Drew's pants pocket. "In my right pants pocket is a bag filled with Jelly Belly, in Drew's right pants pocket is his New Nintendo 3DS portal console system, and in Nina's right pants pocket is-"

"The Phone!" realized its immortal slave and thus started digging, Jim, Drew and Nina then proceeded to do the same. "Come on, it has to be in there somewhere... AH!"

Pinkie felt her true digital self escape her organic body, Then immediately leapt into the computer screen and hacked the crane back from the pot, pulling away the captive Loopers.

"Ta-Da!" she smiled as she peeked out the screen before proceeding with her encore performance. "Flip a few ones to zeroes, redirect the trajectory, aim at a more deserving target and... Presto!"

TARGET ALTERED

Kim Jong Un was eating a Waffle in Venusuela, minding his own business at his cross-country vacation with all his communist friends, they were sad that Vladimir Putin didn't join them today, but at least now he can welcome mister Li Keqiang to this Orwellian Paradise, People on top slaughtering all at the bottom. Good times to be had since they've been planning this genocide for quite a long while now.

But Kim did not want to expend all that energy running around with machine guns and flamethrowers. He wanted all of them dead and cremated on the spot, if only there was some atomic capsule of fire, pain and death that he could hurl at the Venusuel-

DOOOOOJ!!!!!

Doc Scratch was fuming with rage, all that hard work of Fake News duping an army of useful idiots, globalist minions selling out free nations to tyranny, and AI programs designed to purge all life on earth just washed away in a ball of nuclear flames in the centerpiece of slavery his ilk established in Venezuela.

He did not care how, he did not care why, all that he cared about was the urge to kill that Drew Lea Maine character dead in his Looping tracks.

Watching them earn Australian Metals of Honor with this Loop's local anchors served to rub salt in the open wound.

"Though the ashes of communist Venisuela rise with the blood of her victims, these brave heroes have clensed the world's greatest tyrants from the face of the earth." Spoke the President as the four took their bows. "And for your acts, we are eternally grateful."

And the best part was that the queen of England flew down under to do the honours of bestowing knighthood to the four Looping heroes. "For your resourcefulness in the heat of danger, I knight thee Sir Drew Lea Maine. For your tactical prowess in the face of hatred, I knight the Sir Jim -. For you passion towards making humanity come together in our hatred for tyranny, I knight thee Lady Nina. For your clever coding certification redirecting catastrophe, I knight thee Lady Pinkie."

As the brave heroes took their bow, the most naive of the group begged the question "Does this mean we get to stay at Buckingham Palace?"

[edit] Loop A42

Daemond Doom, better known as the automatic robofied rotoscopic cyberbot Barron Legal Von Rotten. A Toon converted into a mechatronic vessel of a remote Ai controlled by the time-piercing brainwaves of Lord English himself, his signature gadget would be his paint rollers which allows any mook from any moment in time to burst through the wall Kool-Aid man style.

Sure enough, the conflict's gone hot, Matchsticks, Itchy, and Crowbar were back from oblivion now that the paint had dried. Annie manuvered out of the path of Legal's Punch-Liner, an Anvil for a fist. While Pinkie was doing her best to scan for a weak point in the mech's design. "Aha! The Wi-Fi receiver!"

"What about it?" asked Drew in his stolen Egg Capsule.

"It's in his head!" Pinkie exclaimed to her fellow Loopers in the 'Masked' form of her Armor. "If we bash in the head, we cut off English from his central vessel."

"Or maybe..." Nina pulled a bucket of some sort of acid from her pocket. "Hey, Skullface."

The screech of its inner fear as the thinner washed away its face was the last we heard in the loop before Nina magically vanished in a digital puff of logic and code, causing the Loop to immediately crash and burn through the skies of Iris' office.

[edit] Loop A43

The Data whisked them away from the home branch and into a much more emotive branch than what they were usually stuck in.

"What the narcs just happened!?" Nina yelped.

"You dipped Legal, killing him and negating your existence for the Loop." Jim bluntly stated to his junior. "The Loop effectively crashed immediately after so now we're in a punishment Loop."

Nina fell to the floor, embarrassed at how she essentially killed herself and crashed the Loop by accident.

"Question here is... Where are we?" Asked Annie to her senior Loopers.

Drew glanced to and fro across their surroundings to find themselves in a mine with loaves of literal bread growing from each and every inch of it. Drew immediately kneeled in shock, yet displayed relief at his surroundings.

"Breadwinners! My home turf!" Drew turned around to his fellow Loopers. "My friends, you're looking at the two-time Breadwinners Champion of the region. With me in charge, this Punishment Loop will be an absolute cakewalk."

"So it's an Arcade Game in your universe." Jim raised his brow in facination. "That's nice."

"What's the matter." Drew turned around to his savior. "Is it not one of the best video arcade machines ever to grace the late 80s in your universe?"

Jim merely shook his head and paid the question no heed. "...let's just focus on beating the Pizzawinners, shall we?"

The rocket-van zoomed off to the sky to deliver to the ducks and geese in the levels to come, the first Pizzawinner duel saw our heroes pitted against two teenaged girls, a blonde in red, a brunette in blue, Nina made a decent observation and realized she could ping to them for a response. And that's exactly what she did to the Pizzawinners and that's exactly what she got from the Pizzawinners.

"We've got a Loopy bunch here, Ronnie." smirked the blonde in red. "Let's park after the level."

"Shut up, Heather!" cried the brunette in blue. "I've got work to do."

The two rivals did their dance. Tossing bread and Pizzas at their ever-hungry demographic, evading obstacles and monsters who are just as hungry, and doing their damnedest to earn more points than the competition. And sure enough, the Level's done and every one gathered together to share a moment or two together.

"Okay, clearly you're dealing with a punishment Loop with us." Drew sighed to his fellow Loopers.

"She's in a Punishment Loop." The lady in red sneered. "I've been dragged in despite not being Awake that Loop because she was the one Anchoring the whole damn branch!"

Drew glanced to her blue-suited counterpart. "You're the Anchor of your branch?"

"Yeah" said she. "Veronica Sawyer, Anchor 989."

"989?" Nina gasped at her junior Anchor "I'm 918!"

Annie's brow ascended as she looked to the elder teens. "Again with Numbers, whatever's with that?"

"Nothing, just an arbitrary system to count how many universes they can get Looping." Veronica sneered to her fellow Loopers. "Makes sense to them, not to me."

"Why not?" Asked Pinkie.

"Because it means our existence in the grand scheme of things is just... pointless..." Veronica merely laid herself onto the wall in lament.

"Come the fuck on, Veronica." complained Heather. "At least our time period's good enough to be called 'Earth's Last Hurrah'."

"That's just it," Complained Veronica to her friend, "We're called that cause we're among the last generation before those Damn Pedovores started to go indoctrinate their pray into androgynous apples for them to chow down upon, much to our disgust!"

"Yeah, but not until their 'Harvest'," Heather accentuated.

"You gotta kill the hivemind with a Keyblade to dissipate the Pedovore Zombie Vessels and leaves them open to the oxygen and carbon dioxide that act to dissolve their physical biomatter." A voice stemming from a familiar fool, Drew Lea Main recognized him as the neoconservative that cost him his job quite a few Loops prior. "And no, Miss Chandler, Ki energy is not a suitable replacement."

Drew's eyes narrowed to the Looping Author "What are you doing here..."

"I'm giving out pointers to protect their world from Pedovores when the Loops finally end and we can be free of this nightmare." Elmore sighed as he sat against the Rocket Van. "And considering that it's not even at a fraction of 1%, that leaves us plenty of time."

"Sweet..." Drew moaned in response, regretting the Generation he was born in.

[edit] Loop A44

Levels came, levels went and by 255, it was back to Plenty to lick our wounds from the two prior Loops.

I was fortunate enough to Loop in at around Nina's age, at least I now have a reason to live with my parents... that have possibly been lost to the demolition.

I looked to find the Obamacare gruel on my plate loaded with biochemicals and slow-kill formulas, once you've seen what they load the food with, you can't un-see the truth it presents.

I glanced to the fellow students and envisioning the self-centered feels still living at their parents' house despite being well into their twenties. Demanding the government provide everything to them, food, shelter, public transportation, all the ingredients to a sheltered society. And not a hint of masculinity in sight.

"They say androgeny is the sign of cultural implosion." I said to the females of my current pack.

"Elmore getting to you again..." sighed Nina.

"Don't know." Drew dottled. "Is he getting to you?"

"Well, the slop looks a bit more sickening than before..." Nina traced a bit into her food. "And don't get me started on the collectivism."

"Their souls seem fluid and hollow, like something's emptied them from the inside out." Pinkie sensed telekinetically. "The spiritual energy's still there but it's untapped, sealed up to be used like fossil fuel..."

"Perfect Ingredients for a Philosopher's Stone." Annie realized to the shock of her group.

"Perhaps it's better off with the Loops," Drew leaned back from his table. "With the Admins, with the numbers..."

"Don't say that," Annie yelped. "Maybe our admin enjoys our company?"

"But Plenty's Boring!" complained Iris to her superior.

"Yeah, but Westerberg doesn't have a digital genie!" Aglaia pointed out to the rainbow goddess.

"At least the musical numbers are worth hearing in Westerberg!" Iris snapped back.

"No way I'll let Westerberg go to you!" whined Aglaia "It's clean of Pedovores and Bugs and the archival at the Old Root turned up freakin' atrocious!"

"The toon resulting from it turned up atrocious!" Iris stated bluntly. "You just don't want an annoying-as-all-hell Digital Genie on your resume."

"Bullshi-" Aglaia was then halted by a man of astounding power. "Lord Tyr... hey."

"Back to work." said the supreme master of Yggdrasil. "Both of you."

"Yessir..."

[edit] Loop A46

It started with a world tour with Coolest Luke courtesy of Pixel Pinkie's keen drumming talent across several Loops paying off. To Nina and Annie, It was a delight to be in with the In-Crowd for once. For Drew, he's just glad to look into the world at large and the diverse cultures that the Pedovores worked so hard to extinguish.

Then came the Felt, like they do with every other Loop in here.

Thankfully the skills they accumulated thus far worked to their advantage.

The band opened with a heavy hitter of a song that will more than likely be forgotten with half a year or so before encountering their foe in the crosshairs.

"Cans at three o'clock!" Drew proptly directed to his colleagues.

"Easy-Peasy, Lemon-Squeezy!" Pixel Pinkie then pulled her driver from her pocket and attached it to her waist as Cans punching folks out of the way into next week. "Oh, my... We're gonna need a coating of chronoton plating to hang in there."

"Or you can just freeze him..." Eyed Drew.

"Okay, then." Nina and Pinkie activated their trinket to equip their armor.

Itchy, Trace and Fin swooped in with flamethrowers to summon Matchsticks as Nina and Pinkie opened fire on the Felt Soldiers, they still keep on marching, using Doze as a meat shield to protect their hides. With Matchsticks and Crowbar turning up for backup, It became clear that no help was coming of their efforts so all they had left was to upscale.

They flicked a switch on the capsule to reveal a slot for the red scissor blade and a pink button respectively and the two watched as the notches and clocks on their heavily-plated armor loosened piece by piece. "Cast off."

\CAST OFF/

Pinkie pressed the button as Nina cut into the hole, the next the Felt troops knew were a storm of machinery and plating assulting them with their mass. In place of bulky Syther and Igglybuff-themed Kamen Riders were more sleek and articulate Riders based on the evolved states of said creatures. Nina's Scizor-Red Armor cuddled to her body like a finely-talored endoskeleton, and Pinkie's Wigglytuff theming extended from white abs around a pink waist to the blue Wigglytuff's eyes acting as breastplates. Peering through the eyes of their helmets, the two targeted their foes and smiles when the redicles locked onto them.

"X-Scissor!" Nina slashed the scissor away from the slot and sure enough the wristblades fired at Itchy and slit the yellow-capped green torso's throat "Pixel Pinkie, look out."

"Cans!" The musclehead knocked the guard into an entirely different calendar as he went ahead with a gradually quickening barrage of punches which Pinkie dodges with nimble abandon. "Are you ever going to stop punching?"

"FUCK YOU!!!" Cans thrust his fist forward only to see it on the receiving end of Pinkie's Kung-Fu Grip. "Seismic Toss!"

And once Cans slammed onto the wall and one Brick Break later, Cans is left with a broken back and a useless pair of legs which Pinkie shoots her digital soul into to have the blue-striped green torso grasp the crimson-striped green torso by the elbows and promptly jump off a cliff.

"And now for the tracers!" Nina eyed the shark-faced green torsos and it was as good as done the minute she uttered: "Clock Up."

\CLOCK UP/

Cutting and gunning into the three remaining troop, we watched as the mortal coils are stripped down for the loop, spewing all sorts of blood and guts for me to watch in absolute awe as the crowd cheered their newfound heroes.

"Thank You!" Luke cheered back to the crowd. "How bout another go-round!?"

[edit] Loop A50

Mom, Mems, Employees and Family,

This is the final Loop of this particular cycle and I don't know how this revelation feels.

If this means that I'm going home, then I better start rehearsing what I'm going to say. If not then I guess that's more time to rehearse what I'm going to say. All I know is that Pixel Pinkie has set up a surprise for the last day.

As the bus drops off Nina, Annie and Pinkie from school for the day, Drew was packing up all of his things and wrapping a towel over his shoulder. "Okay, we've got three hours left in Plenty and I'm more than happy to move on from this uneventful trudge of a town."

"Hurtful..." replied Annie.

"Yeah, well modern Star Wars is a factory-made Memberberry farm, nothing's perfect." huffed ol' Drew as he sealed his bag. "I still have the films and one of each Toy in my Subspace Pocket. Thanks for teaching me about that a couple Loops back, by the way."

"You're welcome." Pinkie said as Nina flopped onto her bed.

"If only we could come up with a way to cap off your life here."

Then Pixel Pinkie had a wonderful idea. "Ooh! Why not use the last wish?"

This made Nina jump in shock "Already! But I've only used eleven wishes on this Loop, I can't be on my last wish so soon!"

"Not that last wish!" smiled Pinkie to her friends. "The one in the baseline, the wish you gave me."

"Ohhh..." Nina proceeded to sit back up as Jim and Drew finished packing their things. "How would you like to see how the other side of the wand lives."

"Not in the slightest but if it gives me one more memory to jog down in my cloud computer brain, then I guess I'm game." Drew stood up with his bags safely tucked away in his pocket. "Lay it on me, Pixel Pinkie."

Nina pressed the call button on her phone and Drew watched the Digital Genie emerge from and pocket her mortal coil one last time and they all clung together and said: "I wish Annie, Nina, Jim and Drew could go to Pixel Pinkie's World."

And thus, the five are sucked right into the bright pink phone and are spirited into cyberspace. Annie then spots a familiar sight. "Nina, Look!"

The others gather around a circularly-designed snack vending machine to Jim's delight. "Ah, there we go!"

"Jim?" Asked Drew. "Do you know what exactly that thing serves?"

"I don't!" Jim bluntly stated as he pulled a coin stack out of his Pocket. "But she probably does!"

"Do I ever!" Grinned the native of this strange land. "Like being recharged? Try this!"

Drew picked up the bags in the tray and read the label. "Salted megabytes?"

"Yeah, I know!" Pinkie confirmed. "I much prefer the cinnamon ones."

"Yes, very sweet indeed." Jim replied. "Still, salt's salt."

Drew watched his friend chomp on the memory particle "You sure you feel right eating that?"

"Look, when this Loop wraps up, we're going to have to have ingested enough Iodine and alcohol to get a good landing into the universe we'll have to spend the next fifty Loops in." Jim explained in a blunt and swift manner "So pay attention and watch me for the changes, alright?"