((Yes this is using Descendant if there would ever be any doubt.))

Mabuz moves to M10 and... suddenly receives a phone call?

Nobody can really make out what he says, and naturally whoever was speaking on the other end is only heard through generic phone chattering noises. Once the brief conversation finishes, he pockets his cellphone and pulls out his scythe again.

Mabuz takes a step toward the Chaos Butterfly. He stood tall and moved with purpose, staring it directly in its eye. "Step into my office." Mabuz suddenly flung his scythe, which whirled through the air horizontally like a sawblade on the loose. It went wide to the left of the Chaos Butterfly, but it became apparent that it has come back around its right side and circled again. It continued circling, moving faster and faster. As it did this, a circle of red glyphs surrounded the Chaos Butterfly that pulsed with energy. If it attempted to struggle free or dodge this, it found itself restrained. In fact, it felt a heavy weight upon itself, like gravity were having a greater effect. The Chaos Butterfly was being pulled downward into an abyss - a different sort of abyss than the one that has been on the battlefield. The great beast fell into the darkness, no matter what it tried to escape.

Mabuz smirked and took a few steps forward. He extended his arm outwards to his right and caught his scythe in his hands. He crossed the threshold of the circle of glyphs and inexplicably floated over the abyssception he created, walking as normal. Suddenly, once he reached the center, he turned to the rest of his acquaintances and allies and did nothing more but bow before he sank into nothing.

The Chaos Butterfly fell for what felt like hours, but it was merely minutes. It then felt itself hit a... plush surface? It found itself on what seemed like a chair with plush red cushions and elaborate mahogany legs. Otherwise, there was nothing in this empty void. If it attempted to move, it found itself unable to yet again. Looking around wildly, it spotted something in the darkness - two light blue circles slowly approaching. There was a rhythmic clacking noise as the circles approached. It became apparent, however, that they belonged to a figure.

Mabuz stepped forth from the darkness. He wore a business suit now that seemed stylized after his robes, every edge having frayed fabric, though that seemed more of an addition rather than from natural wear and tear. It was indeed quite intentional, as he must look his best. Adjusting his crimson tie, he spoke.

"Ah yes, glad you could make it Mr... uh..." He pulled out a pair of reading glasses and checked some papers in his hand. "...Butterfly, yes. That'll do. Now, do you know why we called you here?"

However, there was no response. It was clear this would be a very one-sided exchange.

"Well do not worry, you'll see in due time. And yes, I did say 'we'." Mabuz stepped backwards into the darkness once again, hands behind his back. The lights of his eyes were the last things to vanish.

A loud clicking was heard, and suddenly the room was awash with fluorescent light. The Butterfly took a moment for its eye to adjust to the abrupt lighting, but it quickly became all too clear where it was now. A board room. In a meeting. Before a council of executives. Mabuz sat at the head - the end directly opposite of the Butterfly - of an ebony, pill-shaped table. The rest of the eight seats were filled with various figures, either dressed in suits or wearing hooded robes.

"Ah yes, welcome now Mr. Butterfly. This meeting was called together rather hastily, but I must comment to the other members present that I am absolutely honored to be a part of this council." There were murmurs of agreement from the other figures. "Indeed, this will officially be the first meeting of the Council of Death. Obvious name, I know, but it was only fitting considering the council's membership."

It became apparent now that the majority of the other members were skeletal or similarly appropriate visages of Death. Whether they were The Man Himself, agents of his, or simply related by concept, they certainly had judgement over this.

"Now this meeting is to address a rather lengthy series of... complaints filed against you. If you would roll them out please." He gestured to the figure to his right, who pulled out a scroll. Unrolling it, it hit the table and rolled along its length towards the Chaos Butterfly. And rolled. And rolled. And kept rolling. It rolled into and over the Butterfly and kept going out and under the double doors behind him. It rolled for so long that the narrator got tired of this joke and decided to continue onward.

The figure possessing the scroll began reading off the scroll. His voice sounded like nails were being gargled by a train that caught swine flu. The literal kind.

"Inhuman Resources has collected a massive file cabinet of grievances filed against you by coworkers, cohorts, co-existoids, and basically anything that has ever even heard your name. I will now begin: conspiring to undermine the concept of stable life, conspiring to escape your rightful prison, harassing the janitorial staff, eating all of the cheese in the cafeteria and not paying for it, three-hundred-and-two accounts of hiding stink bombs in the vents on office floors B12, A76, and GT882 to name a few, one strongly-worded account of, and I quote, 'crop-dusting the lobby', tipping over the vending machines when they ate your precious dollar..."

This horrid process went on forever, grinding away at the Chaos Butterfly's sense of hearing. Literal hours went by here, with each of the skeletal figures doing nothing more than stare at the Chaos Butterfly with a serious expression. They were almost unreadable, though the Butterfly was certain they were taking pleasure in this dreadful procession.

"...disturbing subjects of conversations at water coolers, liking the wrong sports team, three attempts at deleting the concept of spreadsheet software, spilling coffee on Mr. Twine's lap thirty-two times... daily, making the trains run on thyme instead of time, writing too many edgy fan fictions, burning down the oil plant with a solar beam of death, falsifying contracts related to souls, using entropic hijinks to raise income taxes on business to 1,000,000,000% in select US states, attempting to force McDonald s to invent a healthy burger, melting down tons of pennies, desecrating a statue of Abraham Lincoln, building a border wall that was 1 nanometer taller than regulation, attempting to douse an entire city in 300 degree soup, robbing a Hot Topic without commenting on the edge in a sarcastic tone, and causing hyperinflation."

Mabuz whistles, almost as if he was surprised by this impressive list of grievances. "You've had an impressive history here at the company of Life. An infamous one, at that.

Another one of the skeletal figures spoke. This one had a set of curled horns that poked through two holes in its hood and a narrow jaw with sharp teeth. "Our accounting team, lead by Mr. Mabuz's partner Mr. Gula - shame he couldn't join us today to deliver this personally, but he was out to an extended lunch - had taken the time to calculate the total costs. They came out to be a staggering price of... approximately thirteen tredecillion. In layman's terms, more than you could ever hope to afford."

"Yes, thank you. As we all know, Mr. Butterfly, company policy states that if the fees related to any grievances presented cannot be paid, the only option is immediate termination from Life." The room grew dim, and all of the figures stood up including Mabuz. They suddenly became towering in height, even larger than the Chaos Butterfly. Mabuz pointed down at the Chaos Butterfly with his skeletal hand, pointing right at its eye... almost right through it and into whatever amalgamation that was considered its twisted, glitched soul.

"You're out of here, Mr. Butterfly. Fired, sacked, and terminated from Life itself. We would bid you well, but you and I both know that we wouldn't really mean it."

The plush chair beneath the Chaos Butterfly disappeared. Tendrils of darkness crept in from the edges of its vision. Shadowy hands gripped all over the Chaos Butterfly, pulling it downward into the darkness. Beneath it, a great raging fire opened up like the maw of a dragon. The flames roared louder and higher, hungry for their next meal. The Chaos Butterfly watched the council disappear as it sank lower. The last thing it saw of them was Mabuz, smirking. It attempted to use the last of its strength to fly upward, temporarily resisting the pull of the shadowy hands that only continued to increase in number. It then heard a faint whistling noise, one that was almost too comical to be real. Except it was. Looking up, the Chaos Butterfly found out that it was, quite literally, being sacked - and fired for that matter. A gigantic burlap sack filled with anvils crashed into it from above, sending it straight downwards into the fires of unemployment. From Life, mind you. In the intense flames it was sure to perish. And it did.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 02:03:00

DC takes off the Puppet Mask, as well as the Telltale Mask. Wow, he was wearing the two of them at the same time, over each other? Crazy.

"Well, this is it. I'm leaving the mindscape. I'd stay for a little while longer, but I've decided that I'm going after Ire. I know you people have only known me for like the last 40 minutes or so, but I'd like to say that it was nice meeting y'all. Who knows? We might see each other again in other places. Maybe I'll be back here someday. Anything's possible."

He turns to Marron. Taking the Needlebound Cloak off, he hands it over to her, but leaves his scarf on, 'cause that's totally his.
"I believe this is yours. I'd feel awkward taking this. It's pretty cool, if I say so myself."

"Now, onto more pressing matters. The Bloodstained Foil. I don't want anyone getting hurt by it, both inside or outside the mindscape. I've thought of taking it with me, but that might cause bad things to happen. Does anyone else have any better ideas?"

He goes over to Chaos.
"Chaos, could you please transport all those inactive players here too? I have something I'd like to do."

"Anyone have a camera? Let's take a picture together, all of us."

After all is said and done, DC steps onto the chairlift.

A young boy wakes up in his bed. "Wow, that was one crazy dream," he thinks to himself. "Wait, that wasn't a dream. That actually happened."
Crap. He made a promise to get to LOCAA, but where was LOCAA, even? Dangit, he shouldn't have just left like that, not while there was still information to be gathered. Ah, well. Walking over to his desk, he started writing.

[NAME REDACTED]'s To Do List:

• Find out where LOCAA is
• Get to LOCAA. Somehow.
• Figure out how to save Nia
• Travel the Void and get some powers. You're gonna need at least some if you want to actually do anything useful.

Yep, he had work to do. Remembering what his subconscious told him, he smiled. "Put faith in who you are, right now, indeed."

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 04:36:00

Bergilmir turns towards chaos.

"Chaos. I am not sure what to say to you. I hate you for what you have done to these warriors, and yet you honor your agreement, and let us go free. You seem to have some of the spirit of the trickster Loki in you, whatever you may truly be. We shall go our separate ways, perhaps, and leave it there."

He raises his voice. The ground experiences some minor tremors, and everyone on the field covers their ears.

"...My apologies."

He lowers his volume to a more appropriate "addressing a crowd" level.

"I will remember you all. Your struggles, you hopes, your accomplishments."

"...Your companionship."

He walks towards the chairlift, and pauses. He turns back towards the gathered warriors, all saying their goodbyes to each other. An (ironically) warm smile crosses his face.

"None of you will ever be forgotten. Your stories will be told far and wide... Goodbye, my fire-forged allies. May we all meet again in times of peace, and recount our victories here. I will miss you all."

He looks back towards the lift...

And he waits by the chair for a while, unwilling to leave just yet.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 04:38:00

Redstone takes a few steps toward and puts his hands in his existent pockets.
After what seems like an eternity, I am finally to be home.
Redstone quickly rushes to press the button to lift up. Instead of it starting, he simply gets the message:
ERROR. CONSCIOUSNESS IN HOST HAS ALREADY BEEN RESTORED. SORRY, BUT YOU ARE NOW A PERMANENT INHABITANT OF THE MINDSCAPE.
Bullshit.
I AM TELLING YOU THE SIMPLE TRUTH. GORILLA OFF AND HAVE A NICE LIFE.
Redstone turns around.
Well it looks like Detroxus gorillaing Junior rebooted me. So I’m stuck in this hellhole.
So I guess this is a final farewell to you all. Safe travels to home to those not at home, and stay safe to those who are at home.
Redstone turns to Chaos.
So yeah, I'm stuck in your mind now. I hope you're cool with that.
Redstone then walks back and sits down.

Chlorin then takes his turn to speak.
Well it was a wild ride, fellas. One hell of a time.
Chlorin looks at his carbine.
I'd love to keep this, but I already have better guns. Assault rifles and all that jazz.
Anyways, folks, lets get back to where we were, shall we?
Chlorin walks up to the Chairlift.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 04:40:00

Roxxanne was deathly silent, contemplating facts. Descendant was never permanent. She could do whatever-the limits suggested were naught but a mild joke, the reality being that you could do anything and nothing with that power. Maybe. It all snapped back. A perfect group of hero's whos damages wouldn't exist. That was the theory, the backing of the Narrative...

...Roxxanne could not quantify the Narrative as something pure. It was a corruption-her time as the Black could only confirm it. Its existence was a poison under his skin, burning him up, eating away at him, a perversion on all things sacred; it lurked in the skin of reality and would serve to kill it, and to him, seemed no better than the Conflict. It was doomed the minute it was born, and one day it would really, really just die.

... To her, maybe it was just something trying to do good and failing, and that in a few rare instances, it gained such an insight as to know exactly what to do.

Perhaps. Old things take a while to change.

Roxxanne remembered the last time she had left this place. It was much bleaker. She held Zetta's soul now as he did then-but aside from that, he stood alone where she stood together, and he had just committed a campaign of mass slaughter and torture upon its owner while she cared with love and kindness, and Zetta died a hero then, holding the hope of reality and a better tomorrow, while he died a villain now, holding only greed and spite. It was why she came here-why she tried her hardest to suggest this place, and perhaps, why Pane agreed. Pretty easy to plan when you know what'll happen in the first place...

After this, she knew what was next. Waiting in a tree with a cosmic nerd with glasses made from Fiction itself. If the fourth wall wasn't a liar, she'd also be kinda stuck in the body of a woman before the game ended. It was beyond that point that the possibilities were endless. She didn't even know if she actually got loose form that 'Yuuki' fellow, later... Most likely, she would. Then she'd march to the tree, stop a wretched device, march on a base, stop a wretched engine, march to the moon, stop a wretched woman, and then march to a ruin and stop a wretched pack of clowns, if the word was right. And at the end, she would burn with the fires of this reality of the Narrative-willingly given-and the Conflict-forcibly stolen-as proof that all things were made to end, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Descendants, alight with the third force that had usurped them both, this time for good, and would go on to make the impossible possible, because the idiot who kept saying something was impossible in this world was an idiot.

and then what? after her fires went out and the Descendants became the Ascendants?

She'd go home, of course.

She came for the reality-breaking cosmic event that was kind of ruining everything. The people were nice, of course, but she had other places to be. Plus, all of her children would be parasites in her lover's body that would, in time, explode, which complicated every romantic relationship that wasn't with a vampire of her own kin whatsoever and proved Dimension 953 was full of nutters. Getting attached was just waiting for heartbreak, and she wanted babies. Babies were cuddaweys. So, afterwards, she would just say goodbye to good friends and hope them the best in their new, brighter future, and go back to the world where her actions screwed up everything, but remade it anew. Maybe someone would follow along on some desperate plea of love to find a world that was both familiar and alien, where people would chart the stars and raid the dungeons of nonsense eternally, and find Roxxanne's life to be political intrigue where the politics were punching people in the face; a world inherently hostile to humanity and where demons were the dominant species; and where she was nothing but a lowly thief working for one of the biggest guilds in the world, princess status aside. And while it may have been tempting, the first thing she would have done is destroy those stupid ruins once and for all. They have caused too many problems already. Roxxanne was in their world, a transplant that wasn't meant to belong, and she felt no need to return, and hopefully she never would. She'd take pictures with all of her new friends, visit their places, take a few knicknacks, and ride back home. Her place was never meant to be here.

Plus, she still hated those stupid guardians.

"We won! We did it!... Trust me when I say that it may have felt simpler in hindsight but holy crap that was so much work, aaaaaaaah! But we did it! Yeeeeesssssss!" Roxxanne said, jumping up and down in sudden joy. She laughed, reveled in the massive victory of today, realizing that this was a big victory regardless of how many more there were to go. "Colon threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Mari, Mari, this is all so awesome. We can kinda get fixed the-" she stops herself from saying 'gender bending,' Glitch Temmie is too close - "-the uh, the identity fraud." Roxxanne says, subtly alluding. "Unless you don't wanna, anyways. Then comes... Ugh, then comes the big annoying part. I said you'd be in one war, and by my word one war it is-but it's probably the worst one of all. I think the Sleuth was a Salt Transcendent. I think I know why. This war-this one-this one is probably gonna suck, ultimate power or not, but hey! We're gonna go out there and kick butt, by my estimation, and after that, well, we kinda have to butcher some clowns because they gonna go murderdeathkill on existence and we can't let that happen, but after that, you're free to go... And I'd be free to go, too..."

"... It's all kinda funny. I'm not really 'trapped' here. I could leave anytime I wanted to, and if it weren't for the clowns, I probably would in a heartbeat. This isn't the place for me-none of Fiction is as you know it was. I have a home elsewhere, beyond even that, and after all this is over that's where I'm going, and it may feel weird, but I can't go back, and I won't look back. What I hope'll happen is that after all that I'll have done, that I won't have any regrets and I can leave happily knowing I did something good."

"Chloe!" Roxxanne says. "I can't reasonably see any chance we'd ever meet again, you're stuck in the Mindscape while I literally live outside of modern fiction. Its safe to say that this'll be the last time I'll ever see you. I really do have to thank you for all the great stuff you did for us. I think we'd probably have died somewhere along the line if not for you. You'll have your flames to remember me by, I suppose, and I'll remember you too, I promise."

"Marron!" Roxxanne says, turning to her. "I'm not so sure this'll be our last time meeting, but it could be, so just remember me by your poncho, OK? And make sure that once you fix up Ette again to tell her that I said goodbye, OK? She was such a floofy."

"Spiderbuddy!" Roxxanne says, turning to That One Friendly Spider. Roxxanne then realizes she can't speak spider, so she just spends a few minutes petting the thing on the head and back.

"Chaos!" Roxxanne says, turning to him. "... My past was this horrible horrible thing that I wish I could take back, this thing that keeps making me feel sick to my stomach every time. Everyone and everything I touched was dead or tormented for the rest of their lives for so, so long, I didn't bring anything but unhappiness around me, and I was miserable for so long. I was reborn, eventually-and only because I had the chance to be a different person free of that persecution, everything felt so glorious that I almost never stopped smiling. I have a lot to make up, but what I mean to say is this: Never let your past define you! Please, you can become a better person so easily."

"Glitch Temmie! Uh... actually not sure what to say to you, to be honest. I hope everything goes well for you and the others! I think the Temmie Hero wants to come along with me, so this'll be your goodbye too." And indeed, the Temmie Hero, noble as he was, came and give his best friend and copatriot elite a big old hug and exchanged some words of goodbyes.

"Everyone else! Uh, this may feel sudden but I actually have to go soon after we leave. As in, almost immediately, so this'll be the last time I see most of you guys in a long while, if ever I do! I think I know who I won't meet again, so... Oppy, keep aweomse, you crazy edgelord! Alt, uh, didn't talk much with you but you were pretty cool! Redstone, so sorry about the whole lynchmob-the stress of everything got to me really bad. I hope you'll forgive me for that, ahaha. Berg! You looked pretty cool while you were around, so I'm kinda sad we won't be meeting again, so take care! Numbersoup, uh... I don't really know who you are, but you were awesome and you were there for all of us, so thank you very much for being our shield! Oh, and Mabuz, I hope the stocks keep high and Hellco keep's a' growin'! For the rest of you, uh, I don't really want to lay down some cryptic one-liner but chronological sheanigans keep me from sayin' this straight, so I'll be seeing you all later-trust me, come hell or high water!"

Roxxanne stares off of the cliff of Nightmare Mountain as she had so long ago, triumphant as before, but feeling so much more whole, better, and like she had really done something awesome and meaningful. The whole place was alive and colorful, unlike the white vastness he had laid witness to, a dead and dying world decaying to nothingness. The comparison was apt. The comparison was... So much nicer.

Things are better now than they were, Roxxanne thinks.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 05:13:00

uA: Ow, my... everything... I should not have gone that far with it... everything hurts now.

Auth remains sat on his knees on the ground. Eventually, he slowly pushes himself up, onto shaky legs, seeming to be struggling a little bit to stand.

uA: Right. Er...

Auth digs through the inner pockets of his coat, which returns to him. After digging through the coat for about four minutes, he procures four keys. Golden, encrusted with rubies, Correspondence engraved upon each of their surfaces. One is returned to his pocket, before he staggers over to Marron.

uA: Hey, Marron. Er, I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with me for however long it's been. Um...

He offers the glowing key to Marron.

uA: And I wanted to say that you should come and visit sometime. That's what the key is... Anyway. Um. Yes. You should come and visit. You're always welcome to.

He stands there slightly awkward, to hear Marron speak to him (he expects chastisement), and when that's done, he looks around the area for someone else.

uA: Hey Roxxanne!

His legs seem to be feeling a little bit better now.

uA: Um. We've been through fair bit, huh? Um. I just wanted to say... um... thanks. Thank you. For, er, everything. Dealing with my mess, helping me be of some use to all of you. For being my friend, certainly. And, uh, I wanted to...

He hands another of the golden keys to Roxxanne.

uA: I wanted to invite you to come and visit me. I would be glad if I got to see you again at some point.

As with Marron, he waits near Roxxanne for a response. After receiving one (I'm not a mind reader, I can't predict reactions), he looks at the last key he feels he can give away. His eyes close, before he opens his eyes and smiles. The key glows warmly in his hand as he walks towards Lyra.

uA: Er, Lyra, do you have a sec?

Assuming he can have a moment of Lyra's time.

uA: Um, I wanted to say thank you, to yourself and to Offbeat, for helping me so much during my time here. And I wanted to invite you to come visit me some time. I believe it would be beneficial for us to keep in contact.

He offers Lyra the key, and, as with Marron and Roxxanne, awaits a response. After he's given all the keys away, and had responses from all, he walks over to the chairlift.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 05:14:00

Roxxanne happily accepts the Golden Key. "Oh, wow! That'd be awesome, thanks. I think I'll have a lot to do before I'll be able to visit you, though... So much road climbed, so much left to go." Roxxanne says. (roxxanne likewise accepts any other weird trinkets, though she accepts the disk shard very reluctantly.)

(It's short because I want to stop typing for this thread)

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 05:18:00

Evan raises his book into the sky, and its cover turns into a reflective surface. Dimitri grabs on. The book flashes, and Dimitri, Evan, and it disappear from the Mindscape. In their place, is a stone statue of the Blade of the Bass Knight, embedded into the ground of the Peak. Written the left part of its blade is "EVAN, THE REMINISCIST." On the right part is "DIMITRI, THE CLERICBOT." Both lines are written in Madeon's runic alphabet.

On the completely-real vinyl disc on its pommel is Terry's symbol. The Bassline. It falls off the BotBK statue, then cracks into five pieces. They are sent flying. One is given to Roxxanne, one to Auth, another flies right over DarkSide's head, and teleports somewhere else, another flies right over Toast's head, and does the same, and the last one is given to Battlefury.

The pieces turn light blue.
----
A sentence of runes, this time in English, floats above the statue.
"Ette Casts / Revive Ette at 8 SPC"
"Revive Ette" glows the brightest.
----
Sessions in the future, but not many, Terry is waken up, in his room in the Tower Unite, by a notification. He reads it. It says:

"IT'S THYMIUM TIME."

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 05:40:00

With 6 votes to 3, the >Fight them with Love ending is the canonical ending.

"Ha... ha... ha... we did it. It doesn't matter what happens next. We've done it."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lyra notices the glint of Author's key glistening...

"This is for me? I can understand your sentiment, so thanks for giving this to me. I'll see if I can do something to repay this, okay?"

Key in hand, Lyra, with everyone in tow, heads north... but not before Mari receives a card already tucked inside her sleeve.

The Card:


Originally posted on 2017-10-07 05:44:00

Emerald grins, watching the Butterfly finally fall over and die. He feels a strange sense of...unfulfillment. Sure, the adventure was over, but he also didn't know what else to do. He didn't exactly remember anything before the mindscape all that much, but he remembered the battles pretty clearly, and just because this adventure was over, why not start another one? WARE did want them to go find the real him in the real world, after all.
With that little self reflection, Enerald steps onto the chairlift

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 11:20:00

Hezetor sits idle on his throne, as he predicted <0> died in 3 turns, a small amount of time for what it was supposed to be. The end of this fight doesn't seem to concern him in the slightest, rather, he seems bored.

He muses to himself, apparently there was no one worthy of his words, clearly not a "fake scientist" nor a "young woman that lacks a proper name" as he would say, or any of the other dwellers.

"What little of value there was there I've taken, the rest is in the hands of the other one. After what I've seen here the probability of a close universe being destroyed in the next two months drops to 0.003%, nothing interesting."

After looking at a little black cylinder in his hand he lifts in the air and his throne returns to dust. He ponders for a moment about what is the future for some of the people there, that he already lived as past, nothingness in the horizon of a failed war. Nothing of interest.

"This is it, I shall leave this place."

As he reaches a certain altitude and is closer to the upper end of the "sky" he disappears in a flash of light, exactly as he entered, without the need for any external help.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 13:19:00

"Huh"
"That... happened"
"Well, see ya guys later"
I then nonchalantly fall into the abyss.

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 13:30:00

JOE meditates, then does the same thing as before again, except this time specifying that its the fake opin glyphs. also how did the mirror person slap it he's surrounded by solid walls.


Originally posted on 2017-10-07 14:30:00

DarkSide took the entire minute or so to weigh his options. Does he go out with the other descendants, or does he stay there with the residents?

On one hand, he'll be free to do whatever he pleases, be it helping folks out wherever possible or bashing some skulls in were he to exit. On the other, it'll be hectic as all hell, and he wouldn't really get some well-needed rest. The reverse is true for staying.

In the end, though, he feels like he'd prefer the peace and quiet of the mindscape. The wind up here on the mountain feels... oddly nice. Fresh as a mountain breeze could be. The forest is calm, cool, and quiet; perfect to build a log cabin. The caves and floating island, along with the mountain, would be great for research. Why would he want to research when there's nothing to do with it? SCIENCE WAITS FOR NOBODY! Might also be useful for sightseeing tours; Glitch Tem would like the extra revenue I'd bet.

And perhaps he'll open a workshop in his log cabin, to make some decorative stuff. Why not.

But no matter what happens, he's gonna enjoy every second of his relatively short life in peace. Nobody's gonna miss him out there anyway; two of him running around out there is enough.

"So that's that, then. I may not show it, but I'm relieved this is all over." He pauses, before turning to those leaving. "I won't be leaving with you, as you know. I like the peace around here a little too much to want to leave."

Another pause, before he begins addressing the most notable figures that are leaving.

He kept Roxxanne's short; she's got places to be, after all. "I know you've got a lot on your plate, but please, don't push yourself too hard, ok? And try and enjoy life wherever possible."

He next turns to Auth. "We haven't interacted much, but ya put on a good show back there. Nice work! Tell your family I said hi."

Then to Lyra. "I know there's not much for me to say, but I wish you the best of luck with... whatever it is you're planning to do out there."

To Mari. "Here. Got something for ya to research whenever you're bored out of your mind." He hands Mari a sample of dragon blood, a jar of black dragon scales, and some sort of black and purple substance that seems to be pulsating at random intervals. "If you see one of the two versions of me out there, help 'em out; you could exchange research notes on stuff. Anyway, enjoy yourself out there!"

And last but certainly not least, Marron. He glances over to where the Butterfly once was. Judging by the way his head was moving, he was thinking about Ette as well. His gaze returns to Marron, almost soft. "...I made this in case something like this happened." A massive satchel was handed to Marron. Were she to peer inside, there's a literal metric fuckton of supplies in there. Supplies for a seamstress like herself. Sheets upon sheets of soft, velvety dragon scales, well ventilated for easy breathing, yet ultra durable; needles made from dragon bone, tough as any metal, if not tougher and sharper; string made of thin dragon scales, perfect for strong, heavy-duty yet ultra soft weave; of course, lots and lots of fluffy cotton laced with the same dragon scales, fit for stuffing; buttons for eyes, because they're kinda needed for eyesight; and, the most important and shiny part of the entire package, a single clear gem. "The gem would allow Ette to feel things like a hug, and talk telekinetically with no effort. It's the closest thing I could think of that's close to an actual body." He sighs, remaining doubtful of his abilities. "It's the least I can do. I really didn't want to screw up Ette. It's best if you recreate her." He steps back. "I hope you and your sister have a good life together."

Finally, he addresses everyone. "That about covers it. All of you, I bid thee farewell, and safe travels!"

...
...
...

Once everyone leaves that wants to leave, he perks up before speaking to those staying here in the mindscape. "So! Who wants to help build a log cabin near the Recollection Woods lake? Feel free to come see, help, critique, whatever ya want!"

And with that, DarkSide runs off to get some logs. All of his gear laid there on the ground, as well as G.O.D and the Sap-Soaked Helmet, recently re-incarnated for some reason. But I guess it's best not to ask. He left with his signature tuxedo on.

--END--

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 16:22:00

Toast watches the butterfly fall, before collapsing once more- this time in relief. In record time, she's peeled of Radiance to reveal... another hoodie. Wow.

"...He's dead. Finally." She breaks into laughter. "Ahahaha, woo! I guess we can go home now! It feels like forever since I've been back there. Time to leave this place behind... I guess."

Her smile falls as she thinks about the consequences of this. Who would she see after this has

I don't know about you guys, but I'd like to see you again after this has all finished. Maybe trying to save the world, or maybe for Christmas Party Mk.II. I'd invite you to my home, but I'm not entirely sure how to get back there, myself.

Toast flinches as the Bassline piece flies over her, "heck"

Suddenly, Alt comes up to The End.

"Hey, uh, Alt? You haven't changed your mind, have you?" Toast says, the smallest hint of hope in her voice.

Her temporal twin looks apologetic, "I have to leave. I'm sorry. There are too many people in my old timeline that are counting on me. Maybe they will never say it out loud, but I'm sure they are!"

Toast half-smiles, If that's what you want to do, go save the world, and try not to forget me. I never met a 'me' as nice as you, and imagine it was like having a sister. Thanks."

They hug briefly.

"I could say the same about you. You're strong-willed and determined, and everything a 'Toast' should be! I won't forget you, as long as you don't forget me."

Alt disengages, and takes a many-folded scrap of paper from her pocket. She unfolds it, placing it on the ground and holding it beneath her shoe. A wind seems to pick up as she does so, blowing her hair this way and that dramatically.

"I want to thank you guys for having me. You were the best friends I've ever met, and I hope to see you again some day. Even in another timeline."

Before she can begin her leave. Toast stops her, "You never did tell me how you got here." "If you didn't know already, it was someone else's job to tell you. Either way, you're about to find out."

She makes a gesture as if conjuring something off the ground. The paper beneath her boot seems to burn up as translucent glyphs are called into the air around her. Her eyes burn with a deep orange fire, and the glyphs rush into the space towards her, forming a circular pattern. The space between them seems to shift and swirl, as if light itself was being distorted. Alt turns, smiles, and waves to everyone. Toast smiles, and waves back.

"See ya, nerd."
"Adios, Leah."

At that, Alt steps through the glyphs, vanishing without a trace. With no-one supporting the spell, it collapses, magic dispersing into the air.

Toast looks somewhat sad at losing Alt, yet also somewhat hopeful. For what? For the future? But the future is unknowable. She doesn't know what will be out there after she leaves, nor does she know a way back home. If that's true, why is she so hopeful? For the first time in my career as a narrator, I don't know. I don't know the future, so I can't see what's ahead. I can only speculate that she's looking forward to the adventures she has in the future, and the old and new friends she'll meet. But that's just my take on things.

Toast hugs Chloe and TOFS, saying that she might see them again someday. She gets really confused when she gets to Mari, and isn't really sure what's appropriate. She offers a fistbump, which is likely declined due to the pain that would cause, given the state of her limbs. She continues going around, saying her bittersweet goodbyes to her comrades and the mindscape. Finally, she gets to Marron.

"I guess this is it. We're finally out of here. I guess I'll stay for a while, to help you with Ette and uh... yeah."

She scratches the back of her neck. It looks like she's about to say something, but stops herself.

"Back in the purple portal of heck... I talked to Ire, and he asked us to go find the real him. WARE. I promised I would- Between that and not knowing how to get home, I guess my next stop is thyme station."

She coughs.

"Are you... okay with that?"

~ ~ ~

Alt steps out of the portal, on Splinter Drift. It was mostly deserted. Her teammates were probably doing their own thing, as they usually would. Suddenly, she feels a vibration from her pocket. There seems to be an alert? Wierd.

REMINDER: "Check your back pocket. - Your temporal twin."
4:30pm.

She does as the phone suggests, and reaches into her back pocket. A captchalogue card? She looks at it, and it seems to contain a great many things, as is the way of the LATTICE MODUS. She looks at it closer.

Toast's stuff. It's all there. Radiance, the Jadesaw, the Omega Sombrero... the whole kazoo. It seems the only thing she kept were the Soulfire Anima. On the back of the card is a note.

"You didn't think I'd let you have the last word, did you? Here's some stuff, you'll be able to use it better than I. I know you have had problems with your teammates, but I think you'll be fine. Hit them with the jadesaw, then just feed them a burrito from the hat. Works every time.
- Toast. (Although since you're probably back in your timeline by the time you read this, I guess I'm Alt to you.)
Don't stop being awesome."

Originally posted on 2017-10-07 22:49:00

Out of character, I genuinely enjoyed this, even if I only came in at the tail end of it. I hope we get to do this again.

Originally posted on 2017-10-08 18:11:00

Once the battle is over, Oppy would probably normally have just collapsed right there and then back into his normal self. But this time, something is different. Even with Chloe having reverted to normal form, he keeps hovering there in the form of the Origin Effigy's armor. There's a pause, and a small gathering of fire and electricity can be seen in the air... then, with a dinging sound, whatever he decided to do is done. A small object floats in the air. It's a soul. Not his own soul, either. It appears he has copied one out. The curious thing hovers in the air for a few moments, whistlebeeping to itself in newborn curiosity, then it idly drifts off to leave the mindscape. Back down there, Oppy himself now reverts out of armor form back to his regular self, seated on the ground.

"...Heh... Just a little something for the people outside to find."

Beat.

"Oh, right."

He proceeds to jump back to the MW Anti, pick someone up from there, jump back to the top of the mountain, then throw what appears to be an almost-statue-like TEK onto the chairlift. You know, because that's what he originally came here to do. After that, he turns to take a look at everyone. The first person to address him seems to have been Roxxanne, so he turns to reply to her first.

"Heh... Thanks for thinking of me in that way. Well. If you ask me, you've been a pretty good leader overall, so... keep being cool, and I hope you make your way in the world in the way you want to."

Because I'm pressed on time, he then turns to the others making group remarks and gives them one of this own.

"It might be a long time before we each see each other again, and we might not even recognize ourselves when we do, so I'll just say this now. See you all again someday, regardless of what form I take. Yes, that was not a misspeak."

Now, finally... hmm. He glances over at Marron.

"If you need any help with rebuilding Ette, just let me know. I'd be happy to help out."

Then, over to Mari.

"I feel like this might be long overdue by now, but... sorry for those times when I was a dick to you, if any of them still bother you. Feels like it might have been a little undeserved."

And, finally, to Chloe. All is silent for a moment. Tension in the air is high, despite the lack of battle. After a long time...

"So... Where exactly was that place you mentioned earlier? The one that I don't think any of us have been to yet... Now might be the best time to get going there, heh. It'll be nice to settle down, live a peaceful life... maybe put together some sort of family or something, if that's something you ever want to do. Not that I'm entirely sure how to do that..."

Beat.

"Eh, we'll figure something out. Sorry if I've caused any embarrassment or awkwardness, heh."

Originally posted on 2017-10-09 00:06:00

Mabuz returned from wherever he was and found himself among the rest of the group. The death of the Butterfly felt... good in a way. Like a weight was removed from the air around him and everyone else. He returned his scythe to his back and dusted himself off.

"Well, this has been an... experience. My time here with you all may have been comparatively short, but I mean it when I say that for the most part you have all been good companions." Mabuz turned to Roxxanne for a brief moment. "Thank you for your kind words, Roxxanne. The company has been in good shape as of late."

He paused for a moment to ponder something.

"However scattered we wind up after this, I am certain that it will not be the last time we meet. Fate is funny that way, huh? As for me, I'm sure you'll find me if you look hard enough out there in the place between places."

Mabuz felt tired, both because of the great ordeal he just underwent as well as the knowledge that he can now rest. He turned, preparing to depart. "Farewell to you all."

Originally posted on 2017-10-09 00:16:00

ggez
Teag walks on to the platform and sits down.

Originally posted on 2017-10-09 00:43:00

<UPDATING>
DCCCV declares that he's leaving the Mindscape. But first, he hands the Needlebound Cloak to Marron, who accepts it with a quizzical stare.

tc: ...You took my cloak...?
tc: Ugh. Whatever. At least you tuned it up.
tc: But... thanks. I missed this old thing.

She takes off her poncho, and equips the cloak in its place. He then asks if anybody has any ideas for the Bloodstained Foil. Chaos speaks up.

cc: yeah you should probably jus(t) leave (t)ha(t) here
cc: maybe ©hloe would like i(t) or some(t)hing. i(t)'s (t)e©hni©ally her friends, after all.

DCCCV also brings up the idea of transporting the inactive players.

cc: yeah, i'll send (t)hem ou(t) (t)oo
cc: even if (t)hey're freeloaders

One picture later, DCCCV steps onto the lift, and waits. Berg then says a few things to Chaos.

cc: who are (t)hese people you keep (t)alking abou(t)?
cc: but yeah. bye.

Berg stands near the lift, waiting for exit. Redstone then realizes that he's actually stuck in Chaos's mind, and that he needs to stay here.

cc: i mean i'm already keeping oppy
cc: wha(t)'s one more? jus(t) don'(t) break any(t)hing.

Chlorin meanwhile, just opts to head to the lift. Roxxanne then... says a lot. First, a few things to Mari. While Glitch Temmie raises a paw to ask about the supposed "identity fraud', Mari cuts tem off.

ut: ...It'd probably pay to get my... situation fixed, yeah.
ut: Being Mari has been fun, though.
ut: ...I'm gonna tell you now; I'm not looking forward to that war.
ut: Must I really slave under you through an entire war just to get my freedom?
ut: It can't be helped, I guess...

...She swears to god that Mari is hiding the slightest of smiles. Roxxy then says a few things to Chloe...

ga: Don't worry, Roxx.
ga: I knew this day would come... but I'll never forget you!
ga: Thank you for everything- if you never came by, I'd never have met Op, befriended you all, and odds are, I'd still be stuck in Recollection Woods, all alone...
ga: Have a good journey, alright? That war you talked about with Mari sounds scary... but I know you two can pull through!

Roxxanne is pulled into a warm, non flesh-burning hug. A few goodbyes with her later, she ends up talking with Marron. She doesn't say much...

tc: Yeah. Bye.

With an audible "hmph", she turns away from her. A few moments later, she turns her head towards her, blushing ever so slgihtly...

tc: ...Hey, thanks for being there for Ette, while she was still around...
tc: I think she really liked you. I'll be sure to tell her... once I rebuild her.

Roxxy then pets TOFS a few times, and applies a few backrubs to it. The spider promptly nuzzles up against her leg... and clings to it as she talks with Chaos.

cc: hey, i'm still s©heduled (t)o des(t)roy a world or (t)wo... bu(t) (t)ha(t) ©an wai(t).
cc: bu(t) i ©an assure you (t)ha(t) i will ge(t) be(t)(t)er. (t)hen (t)hree (t)imes worse. s(t)able (t)imeloops and all (t)ha(t).
cc: bu(t) hey. you brough(t) happiness (t)o a lo(t) of people here.
cc: (t)ha(t) ©oun(t)s for some(t)hing, righ(t)?

Glitch Temmie meanwhile, just gives Roxxanne a simple thumbs up.

"The Hero deserves this vacation. Tem's done plenty of work, haven't they? Feel free to take them along wherever you happen to go. Keep tem safe for me, alright?"
[small][small]"also what's that about identity fraud"[/small][/small]

A few words to a few other players later, Roxxy stares off the vast cliffs of Nightmare Mountain. Maybe things really are better. Auth then presents a key to Marron. She examines it for a moment...

tc: R-Really? I can visit?
tc: That'd be nice.
tc: You were one of the few nice people here, Auth.
[small][small]tc: Even if you were totally trying to bed me.[/small][/small]
tc: I think... I think I'll actually come and visit you.

Marron takes the key, and pockets it. She waves goodbye as Auth walks to the lift. Lyra then hands a card to Mari. While she'd probably comment on its contents... the GM can't actually see it, so she can't really say much. She does say a few things to Lyra, though. For some inexplicable reason, she's blushing slightly.

ut: So... Hoshi.
ut: You... uh, wouldn't mind giving me your number or anything... right?
ut: You're pretty cool. It'd be preferable to see you again once I'm outside of this hell.
ut: And maybe you could reverse this gender-flip thing. Or give me control over it. Having two forms would certainly open up a number of possibilities for me...

Lyra then heads to the lift, followed by Emerald, who promptly cartwheels onto the platform. Hezetor then broods by himself or something, before ascending into the skies...

...He then promptly crashes into the sky. This is awkward.

cc: jus(t) be©ause (t)his is (t)he las(t) (t)urn doesn'(t) mean you ©an jus(t) leave like (t)ha(t) ma(t)e
cc: i'm releasing you las(t) now
cc: you go(t)(t)a learn (t)o wai(t) in line.
cc: (t)ha(t)'s (t)he moral of (t)his whole journey b(t)w.
cc: yes. (t)his whole journey was an aesop or some(t)hing.

Jon then promptly leaps into an abyss instead of standing on the Chairlift. He dies. Then respawns. Maybe he wanted to claim last death...? Darkside then opts to stay in the Mindscape.

cc: i guess i'm a popular home-owners lo©a(t)ion now
cc: ©ool???

He then hands Mari a few interesting materials. She stores them in her coat for safe keeping.

ut: Cool. Thanks.
ut: If I do see one of your other "versions", I'll be sure to say hello. I somehow doubt I'll meet them, but hey. I'll keep it in mind.
ut: Thanks. Chloe also told me about the whole incident with my near-death at the hands of a tree... so thanks for saving me there, too.
ut: Feel free to help yourself to what's left of my house, I guess. There might be a few interesting things left in there for you.

Next, he hands Marron a bunch of seriously really good items.

tc: H-Holy gorilla! That's a lot of stuff...
tc: Am I really allowed to have all of this...?
tc: Thanks.
tc: Make sure nobody touches my house, alright? If I ever end up coming back here... which I hopefully won't, I want it in one piece!
[small][small]tc: Also, between you and me... I think that something terrible's gonna happen to this gem. It's too good to be true... and also, the GM is totally eyeing it and going "that's not okay." Thanks for trying, though.[/small][/small]

Toast then says goodbye to Alt. She then bids farewell to Chloe and TOFS (and gets nice hugs in return), before offering Mari a fistbump. She accepts it... and ends up bandaging her hand up afterwards. It probably wasn't the best idea. She then talks with Marron.

tc: R-Really? You'd stay here and help me fix up Ette?
tc: Th... Thank...
tc: Thank you so much!

Marron glomps Toast, pulling her in tight. She's crying slightly... but she seems fine. With her face buried in Toast's chest, she's still talking...

tc: I'd be more then happy to follow you wherever you're going.
tc: You're pretty much my best friend... and I want to stay with you.
tc: Once everyone's left, let's go and fix up sis. Alright?
tc: Love ya, Toaster.

Marron remains connected to Toast for about another minute, before the Operative pokes her on the shoulder, offering to help fix up Ette.

tc: I think Toast and I can fix up Ette on our lonesome, thanks.
tc: Besides... don't you have things to do with Chloe?
tc: And... it's fine. You're nice enough, I guess.
tc: I couldn't really care- god, I'm just so happy to finally leave this place...

The Operative then discusses their plans for the future with Chloe. He says something about a family, which immediately incites a fluorescent blush from Chloe...

ga: A-A... family?
ga: ...
ga: Y-You can't just say that with all these people around especially given what that entails i'm not even sure how that'd work either between us but I do love you and while i'm not against the idea of having a family it just feels a bit weird to discuss it around all these people especially when one of them is a frequent shipper aaaaa-

She promptly buries her face into the Operative's chest for a moment, before taking a step back. She giggles, still timidly blushing.

ga: B-But yeah.
ga: I'd love to head to... Zone 8, I think it was. Such a calm, tranquil place...
ga: We could invite Darkside and Redstone along. Create a little town. That'd make me happier than anything, just living with you...

She plants a kiss directly on the Operative's lips. Then finally, Teag and Mabuz depart for the lifts...

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cc: so.
cc: i guess (t)his is i(t), (t)hen?
cc: surprisingly high number of people s(t)aying behind, go(t)(t)a say
cc: maso©his(t)s, (t)he lo(t) of you.
cc: but i(t)’s fine. maybe (t)hings will end up being pea©eful or some(t)hing wi(t)h (t)he bu(t)(t)erfly dead.
cc: maybe i should make (t)emmie a governor or some(t)hing.
cc: anyway. (t)hose of you leaving, ge(t) on (t)he lif(t).
cc: makes i(t) easier (t)o see who i need (t)o evi©(t).

Everyone who hasn’t yet boarded the lift find themselves compelled to walk onto the Chairlift. Only Redstone, Darkside, the Operative, TOFS, Chloe, and Marron find themselves waiting by the sidelines-

cc: a©(t)ually, mari
cc: given your s(t)a(t)us, i need (t)o manually prin(t) you ou(t)
cc: s(t)and over (t)here and wai(t), please
ut: gorillaing seriously!? Whatever.
ut: So… does everyone need to get printed out or something?
cc: nah, only you, marron, and e(t)(t)e. also maybe somebody else
cc: i(t)’s probably no(t) a painful pro©ess
tc: ...Oh god.
cc: hey shouldn’(t) you ge(t) (t)o reviving your sis(t)er? (t)he sooner you do (t)ha(t), the sooner you ge(t) (t)o leave.
tc: I-I was going to do that! I just wanted to see everyone off…
ut: Don’t you kinda hate everyone?
tc: Hey, there’s some decent people there! Shut up.

The sound of turning clockworks fill the air, and the chains begin to inch ever slowly upward. From up here, on this lift, the entirety of the Mindscape is in view. The once-orderly and collected Arena… which is now just a smoking crater. Across from that is the tranquil and calming Recollection Woods. Its pink trees sway in the breeze, oblivious to the massacre that just occured up in the heavens. The Memoir Caverns, while not really visible from here given their status as a cavern, are probably doing okay. Splinter Drift remains where it is… and if one looked closely enough, they could see the green energy waft away from the island, and re-enter a state of dormancy. And Nightmare Mountain… is right below the lift. So there’s not much to say. From down below, Chloe and the others wave goodbye…

...and then nothing happens for about a solid minute. Chaos mashes buttons at the Dreamer’s console.

Soon enough, a circle of light envelops Chlorin, and he begins to pixilate. Based solely off of his reactions, the process seems to be completely free of pain. After fifteen minutes, he’s completely pixelated. Soon, his body bursts outward into a cloud of pixels, which is then absorbed into the Dreamer. The beam of light from the Dreamer intensifies for a moment, before calming down again. Another person is selected for the process… and it’s just as slow as Chlorin’s escape.

cc: yeah. slow pro©ess.
cc: you did bring sna©ks up (t)here, righ(t)?

...This process goes on for several hours. One could only guess as to why it was so easy to absorb people into the mindscape, but so hard to eject people from it. Some of those stuck at the top of the chairlift for longer could see Marron walk the long, twisting path back down to her place, before ducking indoors. Chloe decides to stick around and wait for everyone to depart before taking off back down the mountain. Mari meanwhile, just sorta bashes her head against the Dreamer in an incredibly agitated fashion.

ut: WHY IS THIS SO SLOW!?
cc: i mean i’ve never needed (t)o release ©ons©iousnesses
cc: we should be done any momen-

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And then, you wake up. God knows where you actually woke up- maybe you were actually at the end-of-DTG-2 party like the plot said you were. Maybe you were somewhere else, scattered across the void, sucked into the Dreamer by an incredible stroke of misfortune. As you wake up, you feel… scattered. Lost. Confused. While you’re certainly in one piece with all of your thoughts and memories about the experience intact… things just feel wrong. A sort of unease surrounds you. What could possibly be the matter?

But, just for now, only one thing matters. You’ve been through heaven, hell, and some other purple inbetween place to get here- to get home. You made friends and enemies, sailed through the skies, plundered absurd amounts of loot, foiled a malevolent AI at every twist and turn, shipped allies, conquered gods… and now, it’s all gone. Like it was all a distant memory. A quick check reveals that the date is now September the 8th, 2015. Exactly one week after the conclusion of the Second Godmodding War. Had that little time really passed? With a great heave, you force yourself to stand up. Regain your bearings. Get used to the now-foreign sunlight. Everything you went through, the people you met- it was all real, right?

...Of course it was. That’d be incredibly stupid if it was all secretly a dream.

Then, it suddenly strikes you what’s wrong. Didn’t the Mindscape sorta tell you about a thymecursed entity that was likely going to destroy the universe? Surely, you should get on top of that right away. If memory serves, reality will be undone in about… a month and a week from now. But that’s in the future. For now… all you really need to do is relax. Get used to existing once again. Maybe actually get home, if you weren’t at home already. At the very least…

...you’ve finally woken up from this nightmare.

[big][big][big][big]THE END[/big][/big][/big][/big]

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…

YOU HAVE (1) NEW MESSAGE(S). LISTEN?

>y

You hear an unfamiliar voice, from a message sent via a number that you don't know. It's only been a week since you left the Mindscape... who could possibly have left that message? Regardless of who it could be, you listen to what the figure has to say.

* heya.
* is anyone there…?
* …
* nope. may as well leave a message...
* ...
* yeah. this is the whole reason i even existed in-plot.
* crazy, right? the things i need to do sometimes...
* anyway…
* it’s been awhile.
* a blonde lady called chloe came and told me to tell you all what’s happened ever since you left. i’m apparently the only one with a phone that can call outside of the mindscape.
* and… since you’ve made the mindscape a better place, i figured that i should tell you all.

* chloe and the operative are still together.
* they moved to zone 8 together; it's a really nice place.
* clear water, open skies, lush fields of grass... basically vanilla minecraft.
* they're still working on constructing their dream home- made out of stone, since chloe's worried that she'd destroy the place by accident.
* the operative works as a mercenary for hire- despite your work, the mindscape still isn't the safest place to live.
* chloe works with him, and together they're unstoppable.
* they're happy together, even on the battlefield.

* darkside meanwhile, decided to move in next to the happy couple.
* he built his own place in a nearby wood, and even managed to get hired by glitch temmie.
* he’s working on something called “project loadsamoeny”, a collaboration between tem and chaos. i don’t know much about the program, though.
* chaos has been preparing merchandise, and has been shipping it out through the dreamer.
* pretty crazy, huh? maybe tem’s made him turn a new leaf.
* redstone joined them in building a little town too... and i'm not sure what he's doing.
* probably something silly, heh.

* as for marron… i haven’t seen her since she left the mindscape.
* once she put her sister back together, she went straight for the dreamer.
* and i haven’t seen her since. toast left with her, too. haven't seen her, either.
* mari hasn't come back either, from what i know.
* hopefully they're doing okay.
* maybe you guys have seen them.

* ...i guess that’s all.
* i should leave you with a warning, though.
* what you might see when going to fight ware might disturb you.
* it might make you reconsider your choices. question your morals. drop your arms.
* but don’t worry. that weirdo’s got nothing on you all.
* …
* see ya.

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DATA RECORDED. PLEASE REVIEW LOGS.
Log 01: Near The Dreamer
Log 02: Somewhere In The Woods

Credits are on the next post.

Originally posted on 2017-10-09 01:13:00