"No... Not her too!" The Hyperwolf whispered, "Not when I'm so close! NOT HERE!"

Immediatedly, the demonic ball pit exploded into a black, fiery, ocean that froze the very air where it sprayed, the spot then exploded with tremendous force, revealing the damage the grinding had done beyond the Existence that he was in.

"BLACK SWAN REQIUEM: ETERNAL DANCE OF THE FOOLISH SPLINTER!" He roared in return, as a solid bread crust covered steel ball formed around him to his benefit.

"heh... So that's what it takes to get my fathers attention!? VERY WELL THE-" She was stopped in her tracks by a seven handed old man in a loin cloth robe.

"Morgan... I have been waiting for you for oh... So... Long..." The voice of the old man whispered through the air.

Cagodista's Tsusharingutsu deactivated, leaving her in a weakened state.

"Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" She shivered as a black fiery ocean spray caught her full force. She felt tears start to rapidly expand on her skin as slow explosions formed where the ocean had touched.

"I? You ask of I?" The old man whispered questioningly. "I of course is you. You of course is I! We are components of great machine, together we work. Together we fight. Together we are components of Core. I is Core." He spat simply as he opened his harried, single working eye, a long frontal series of pony tails covering the fleshless section of his face. "Core is we." He mentioned as all seven hands reached towards the now terrified Cagodista.

"CORE! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" Morgan roared, deactivating his Hyperwolf mode, then his Lost wolf form.

"Core is curious. Why you care what happen her? She flagrant mistake. Regretable. Forgetable. Disposable. You is see. She will not be missed." The Core whispered in a both callous and innocent tone of voice. He silently went to work and started to slowly pulling apart Cagodista's form, layer by layer, ignoring her traumatized screamed of intense pain.

"LET HER GO CORE!" Morgan screamed again as the black, fiery, ocean turned instantly to a wide spread Throne Room.

It was simple in design, only four pillars of the basic elements surrounded a simple golden bench.

Fire in the right rear.

Wind for the right front.

Water for the left front.

Earth for the left rear.

atop these four pillars hung a simple blank cloth.

No design, just a simple woven cloth with errors in it.

In the golden bench sat the Core with Cagodista held in its seven hands. The old man looked half starved, sunken eyes, long white hair braided with various beads, feathers, gems and sticks. Some patches were matted, twisted things that stuck out at odd angles then drooped downwards.

"You is like? It suit me. Thjeshtë. z?rif. Z akcentam znachodzia?ysia na tronie, I bo?š ni?oha. Unlike all Existences. Too chaotic.

Tài luànle. Too confusing. Too many colors. I is simplifying things. Return to basics. What previous Core taught." H emuttered in simple broken english mixed with other languages. He continued stripped the glass segmented skin from Cagodista as her screams of pain and terror turned into the occasional mumbelings of discomfort.

"LET HER GO!" Morgan screeched at the core as it simply hummed a discorded tune to no one in particular.

The distraught parent rushed at the throne, but only got as far as fifteen feet before he noticed the Core, throne area, and Cagodista slowly getting bigger.

"I is curious. You not answer question I has posed. Perhaps more hurty hurty of Fusion needed?" The Core cooed coldly as he pulled the last of Cagodista's shiny glass skin off, and now worked at the diamond muscles that bonded to her golden skeleton.

She was unconcious, but the ripping sound of diamond muscle from gold bone brought mind into a sharp super focused pain.

"Wha..." Morgan began, as he began feeling the effects of hopelessness that the Core pressed onto him. "But why? Why are you so cruel to her!? CAN'T YOU SEE T HAT SHE'S DYING!?"

"Why care? Moment ago, she is try killing you. Now you want I stop? All life end. Previous Core taught that me."

Morgan stopped running.

He had to.

The throne area was too far away to run to.

The Core, far too large to fight alone.

It was curious to him. Here was the Core, simply a old man, barely able to string words together, tearing his only child apart, schooling him in the beautiful simplicity of Mortality while tearing his kid apart.

He should've felt some sense of hatred. Some sort of intense need to kill the Core, but there wasn't anything there. It was simply curiousity. What had the Core meant by the previous one?

Had there been a line of Cores?

Each one preceding the next?

It didn't make any sense to him at all.

"DADDY! HELP M-" Cagodista started to shout before the Core ripped her jaw off, her words replaced by a panicked gurgling sound.

"Core... I'm sorry... But... Just let my daughter go, that's... That's all I want really. It's not her fault she wants to kill me. You see, she IS my Daughter. but at the same time, in her D.N.A are several forms, each with a mind of its own, each struggling to get a grip on the body. I assume that somewhere along the line, she became psychotic, and decided the only way to satiate those other minds was to kill me. Either that or she's just a crazy bitch that needs to be put out of her **** misery. But-" He tried to continue explaining, though he stopped for the kindness that had befallen him.

The Core had finished taking Cagodista apart, holding in his seventh hand that sprung out of his sternum, a small infant, in swaddled cloth.

"I is finished. See? I simplify. Take out all the chaos, bring original design back. I sorry for trouble I cause you. It not intent to make Parent feel troubled. I only acting on lesson previous Core taught I." The old man said, walking towards the slightly perturbed parent, shrinking down to Morgan's height.

He looked passed the old man walking towards him, to the piles of seperate Strands that were wriggling towards each other. In a moment of intelligent clarity, the Core looked him square in the eyes.

"You were not meant to fight your only Daughter to the death... but the resulting fusions of the six Original Strands. The Aquatic and the Bloody strands had diluted that mixture, and caused a severe programming fault."

Morgan was confused.

Bobby was yet again pleased, but he really didn't know why this time around.

"You do know that you're twisting everything into eachother and causing trouble for all those infinite lives out there?" Morgan asked, tearfully holding his daughter in his arms close to his head, her deep Ocean Blue eyes looking into his Emerald Green ones and cooing softly. Her skin was Pearly White and smooth as the finest linens.

The Core looked at the throne area reproachfully.

"Yes. I know everything that has happened since the very beginning. Your fated opponent is gathering together behind us, and I highly doubt that such a proud parent as yourself... Would want your child to be caught in the center of such a calamity. Might I watch over her while you two battle it out?" The Core suggested in a kindly voice. He nodded, and handed the infant back into the seven hands of the Core.

"What will happen to those things that aren't strong enough to survive the merging?"

"You have answered your own question. To battle... As you might one day state!" The core said as he walked back to the throne with the child in hand.

The six Original Strands formed back together, the result standing proudly, its mind clear of any faults in what it was meant to do.

"We are as one. We shall defeat you Hyperwolf." The six voices hummed in unison as they gathered together, forming the true result of the Highlander Event.

Morgan watched with a minor sense of boredom lining up behind an extreme tension that had been building up.

"Oh! What's this? Morgan, it seems that your child has fused with the soul of a Grim Reaper named Bob Jones!"

The human turned his head slightly towards the Core in an attempt to pay attention to two things at once.

"That's cool, keep her safe from this thing, I don't know what it's going to act like. Hopefully it has some assemblance of civility..." Just as he finished speaking, the Fusion spiraled upwards and outwards in all directions, it wasn't limited to just one form, it had six to work with.

The Core simply sat down in his massive and giant throne, cradeling the infant with the utmost care, as if it were his own.

"You will be more powerful than he..." The Core whispered silently into her ear, his seven hands wrapping her in a protective and comforting cacoon. "Your father will need all of his allies to deffeat this... Creature." The old man smiled, just enough to make the baby girl giggle loudly.

Meanwhile, the Fusion had decided on a form already, "This suits us. No contaminants." It said, roared and whispered at the same time. The Fusions voice was a thunder clap, a hushed breeze, and a rampaging bull all at the same time.

"No blood. No water. Only minerals, metals, and materials."

"You are not going to die easily are you?" Morgan asked in annoyance, taking a cue from the former Cagodista. He held up a single finger to his lips, changed to his Lost Wolf form, and from there boosted into the Hyperwolf. His eyes shot open, revealing a glinting starry blackness with two sideways crosses with a smaller red line going through them.

"You change forms for us?" The fusion retorted, snickered, and yelped at the same time.

"No. I change forms for my Child." The Hyperwolf commented calmly.

"You will die painfully. We will smash your bones, grind your organs, eat your soul and swallow your nightmares!" The fusion shouted, giggled, and sang delighted at the outcome.

"That's fine. I'll just erase you from Existence and Nonexistence both, rip you out of the Limbo between and crush your spirit. Tear you from the brink of life and death, crush your every atom, and cause you to take what they say on Fox News seriously." The Hyperwolf said calmly, but with a slight hint of anger.

"Take it seriously? We have watched the Jersey shore, we have seen the Snooki... We have been warned. WE SHALL NOT TAKE INTERNSHIPS AT THAT HORRID PLACE! NOT NOW, NOR EVER AGAIN IN THE ENTIRETY OF OUR ETERNAL LIVES!" It roared angrily, said charmingly, and whispered apologetically.

"Didn't think so. I'll just have to upgrade again! Tsusharingutsu: GET IN DA CHOPPAH!"

The fusion looked confused as the Hyperwolf was sucked into a grey fluffy cat onesy, and a mask of the Govenator slid over his face.

"IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, GIVE ME DA BALL OF YAHRN! I MUST HAVE IT!" It roared ferociously, clawing up the fusions curtains, scratching the couch cushions, and generally reaking havoc on the upholstery.

"NO! OUR DOLCHI AND GABANNA LOVE SEAT THROW PILLOWS! THEY WERE ON SALE!" It screeched, trembled, and shook as the Govecator jumped from pillow to pillow, meowing in a deceptivlely deep voice.

"GIVE ME DA BALL OF YARN, OR THE PRECIOUS BIRDY DIES IN A RAIN OF LEAD AND HELLFIRE!" He yowled as black sunglasses slid from the bottom of the mask up over his eyes.

"GIVE IT TO HIM! THAT BIRD COST US FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS! AND WE VOIDED THE WARRANTY ON IT!" The fusion whispered, yelled, and howled as the Govecator pulled out two RPG-7 launchers and aimed it at Celo dressed in a parakeet costume.

"Yeah dawg, I'm in this cage, awright? and this fool Arnold, YEAH! THE Arnold man, is in a CAT suit, wearing sunglasses, launching **** at me, while some meth heads art class rejection is starin at me!"

"GIVE ME DA BALL OF YAHRN! GIVE IT TO MEOW!" the govecator roared as he pulled the triggers, sending the rockets soaring into the sky as the fusion screamed, whispered and raged at the same time.

"ENOUGH OF THIS FOOLISHNESS! Mil punktoj de lumo: Realo renversigon!" The Fusion roared, no longer of many minds but one.

The Covecator mode deactivated and the Hyperwolf was once more. "Heh, thought you might try something like that. Tsusharingutsu: Laughing gods hatred for apple pie." He whispered as a high collared white cloak with black and grey rainbows on it formed around him. "Tsusharingutsu: Fourth form: Tenth level: groin kick." He said as he simply started to walk towards the fusion with little regard the the steel spikes that zipped passed him, occasionally knocking one out of the air.

The Core smiled as he held the baby close to him. "Your father is strong. But nary will he be strong enough."