The story so far:
"Can I ask you one simple thing Morgan?" Aneeh said out of nowhere, Surprising Antimo and causing Morgan to **** out his spleen.
"Yeah, thanks, like I won't be missing that anytime soon." he grumbled as he took notice of Aneeh. "Weren't we just on your scalp only moments earlier?" Aneeh paused to think about it for a moment before realizing that she was still in her Chinese Crestid form. Antimo laughed, barfed out motor oil, then laughed and barfed at the same time, giving him the look of a demonic sprinkler head from the foulest regions of Jimmy Stewart's last colonoscopy.
"That's **** up!" Morgan said as his spleen left him a 'Dear John' note, that simple read "Stop eating spicy foods, you horrible, horrible man! love, your spleen. By the way, I've been sleeping with your brain for the last two weeks."
This left Morgan in a state of bewilderment as he tried to figure out the logistics of how his spleen could sleep with his brain, without him feeling any discomfort at all.
"**** it, I have a giant metal idiot to fight, and you know what? I'm not going to let this disturb me in the least." the Human said as he nodded his head and then was stomped on by Mechabeck's mile long foot.
"I will not be ignored, I am Fox News, we are never ignored! Stop ignoring me! And buy my cookies!" Antimo froze in terror as he heard the words flow from the giant robot's mouth. His eyebrows, now located on the back of his knees, furrowed with anger and resentment towards the Girl Scout's of America, their horrid little screeching voices, their demonic little business woman attitude, and the sheer confidence that no one would deny them their god given right to sell them cookies at three in the morning.
"No..." he whispered as Mechabeck continued his rampage on Morgan, who's mind was still trying to balance between that a giant Mechabeck was stomping on his body with size five hundred Gucci pumps and the fact that he had just **** out both his brain and his spleen, only to find out they were sleeping together.
Mechabeck roared as fire hydrants, little poodles named Snuffles dyed pink, and Paris Hilton's missing breasts flew out his mouth and slowly built up an adversary that Mechabeck was not expecting.
"That's hot. Ugh, I feel like I'm retaining water! Vagibeam Hypershot!" she bellowed as a fire hydrant planted itself on the tip of Mechahiltons nose, making it look like she had a witch's mole. In her surprised disgust, Mechahilton's Vagibeam attack reflected off a Mecharazzi's camera lens right below her, and blew off whatever boob meat she had protecting her unstable plasma nitrogen core.
"Like, no! I'm like, totally exposed and stuff, who wants to do a oxygen bar action with me?"
Mechabeck tried to fathom how all of this could be possible, when the famous party Mechadiva emailed herself a video from the future of herself exploding right after she sends the video of herself exploding.
She had the most brilliant idea, "I'm going to email this to my friend!" she said as Mechabeck tried to stop her.
"Stop it Mechahilton, you'll just complete the prophecy and die! I'm begging you Mechahilton! Don't follow in the steps of Mechabono and Mechajesus!" but it was too late, she looked back at Mechabeck with tears in her eyes, and hit the send button, and in seconds her plasma nitrogen core began to shrink into a thousand tiny versions of that one person who smashed watermelons.
"NOOOOOO!" Mechabeck screamed as Mechahilton died in a slightly funny way as trillions of watermelon demons from recently resurrected
Safeway waged a surprisingly short five minute war with the tiny people who smashed watermelons for a living.
In the confusion of it all, Morgan was still trying to figure out how exactly his brain and spleen could've met up inside his own body without him noticing, when his brain came back four days later with a two week beard, a pack of smokes, a crooked neck tie, and dark circles under his eyes.
"I'm back... Friggin bitch was cheating on me with your eyes this whole time." this confused Morgan even more when he instantly felt two snapping sensations in his skull as optic nerves severed.
"Yeah, we totally gave her a twenty twenty eye sight, right Lefty?" his right eye said as it hiked up his baggy jeans and tightened his belt. His left eye said nothing, but struck a pose before the brain pulled out a semi automatic and pointed it at Righty.
"You.... you bastards took her from me!" the brain said as his eyes widened with a hidden rage. His hand was shaking as Lefty tried to calm things down.
"Yo! Yo, crazy guy with the gun, she was sleeping around with everyone Dawg, the Intestine, the Liver, the Lungs, man it was off the hook!" Morgan was still confused between the drama unfolding by his ankles, and the drama that had been unfolding above his head.
The Brain couldn't take it anymore, he held the gun to Rightys pupil and paused for a minute, his anger getting the best of him.
"Did the adrenal glands get in on this free for all spleen **** fest?" Righty looked at Lefty with an uncertainty and slowly reached for the gun. The Brain would have none of it.
"Did the Adrenal glands get a piece or not!?" it shouted, the dark circles under its eyes looking like portals to the depths of Hell themselves.
Righty didn't even have time to finish its sentence. Lefty screamed in agony as it's brother was shot over and over, until there wasn't anything but the repeating click of the guns hammer. Black liquid from the eye spilled onto the floor and Morgan instantly became irate.
"The **** is going on!?" the Human screamed as his brain disappeared in a puff of cherry scented smoke and returned to the space inside his skull.
"Mother ****! I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch esse!" Lefty shouted as he too returned to Morgan's left eye socket with emotional scarring that would transcend anything the Brain would ever know. The Right eye, now nothing more than a twitching, punctured, leaking sac, returned to Morgan's right eye socket with no noticeable damage at all.
"Wow... now that was **** up. And here comes the Spleen." Morgan grumbled as the Spleen squelched it's way up to the Human and looked around. She saw the large puddle of black liquid and knew what had transpired. The spleen looked up at Morgan with bloody tears in her eye, and said nothing. After a few seconds Morgan got pissed.
"Get your cheating ****, back in my body, bitch! Don't give me no lip!"
The black and gold Syrup struggled to form into a recognizable shape as the Bloody Strands and the Golden Strands watched with a mild curiosity.
"You stupid bitch! You've unleashed the one thing I cannot defeat!" it screeched in fury as it retracted back into a tight ball the size of a watermelon.
"Resaec? I thought you died! I saw Morgan smash you to death with the giant robot's foot!" the Bloody Strands asked, quite shocked to see her former master alive and well. One thing she noticed right off the bat was that Resaec seemed to have lost all his ambition for the most part.
"I-I don't know where I am... O-or who I am!" the Black and Gold Syrup shouted as his liquid form tried to stabilize, but for some reason he couldn't.
Resaec, snapped to attention as green and dark purple numbers flew across his eyes at blazing rates, and then his body slammed into the floor.
"I know who I am. But... what am I?" the Watermelon Cop asked as his movie played on the big screen, caught unawares that the Golden Strands was at his front door, delivering unto him a folder full of jelly.
"So... you don't know what you are?" the Golden Strands asked, wildly amazed at this turn of events. The former God of Terror shook his head as the Watermelon Cop scratched himself while answering the door, recieving a deadly blast of folder jelly to the face.
'****... the Wife's not going to be happy when she gets home tonight.' he thouht to himself as he returned to watching his Puppet Porn.
"I know who I was but... what am I?" Resaec asked again, quickly gaining his composure.
The Bloody strands quickly intervened. "Resaec, you... you've become a weapon... an extremely devastating weapon of limitless power, with so much potential that you could in fact, devour entire universes in a single day... just like us." the Bloody Strands sighed.
"Yes... Caasi is right. We are weapons made to destroy, engulf, consume, and obliterate everything we come across. You however, our new confused Sibling... are different."
"Different? How am I different!?" Resaec asked as he slowly formed his old body again with little to some trouble.
"You are Syrup, we are Strands. Strands shoot outwards, can twist and turn, create drills and spikes! Sryup... only suffocates and drowns its victim in a painfully agonizing acidic bath." Resaec smiled and started to remember the shame that Morgan had put him to when it came to fights.
"Well... then I assume that we three represent each of the three Dimensions?" the Golden Strands laughed insidiously as he formed a octopuses body and slapped tentacle after tentacle on the floor, pushing towards the Black and Gold Syrup.
"There is no Dream Dimension. There is no Waking Dimension. There is no Nightmare Dimension. The Reality of the mind has died, along with its Guardian, Asteroth."
Resaec could hardly believe his ears, "What!? My Kingdom is dead!? My home land is no more!? TELL ME WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS DESTRUCTI-" the Golden Strands wrapped all eight tentacle as the Syrup's neck, only for them to pass through harmlessly.
That was all it took for Resaec to cover the Golden Strands in front of him with a thick layer of inwardly crystalizing sryup. His ice cold eyes watched with out mercy as his new found enemy screamed in agony while giving him one warning.
"I AM ALL CONSUMING! THIS IS BUT A SMALL PORTION OF MY BODY!" the Golden Strands raged as the crystal's compacted his form till there was no life left in the small sphere.
"Then we shall find the your Heart, your Brain, and your Soul... and crush them with the hate and pain that you have caused all who've suffered at your hand." Resaec said calmly as he sank into a puddle and slithered out of the former Council of Tens chambers.
The Bloody Strands were left in the room wondering what was to become of the event she had just witnessed.
Kim, Steve, Gutsman and Mega Man were having a picnic outside of Dr. Robotnic's mean bean machine, which pretty much supplied them with a never ending line of deathly farts that killed off most of the Smurf population, thus ending Ganondorfs quest to kill Tony Hayward for wanting his life back. There wasn't much to go on, nothing left between the battle of Mechabeck and Antimo, nor of the tiny biodrama of Morgan's body cheating on him with his Brain, could be translated into any clues for the Keepers of reality to go on. In fact, their only clue was the over bearing sounds of the Black Syrup kicking the **** out of the Golden Strands. They ignored this until Steve and Gutsman simply shat themselves in a flood of oil and fecal matter that drove the San Jose Sharks away from another hockey victory in the Stanley Cup.
"Wow... so... in essence, we have no clue what we're doing here? Didn't the Council of Ten try to fight off the Chasm's plans?" Steve asked in a bored manner as he franticly searched for any signs of sentient toilet paper to wipe his **** with.
Kim sighed with a little bit of releif that for once in her life, the Smurfs were dead. "You know what? I don't really care anymore, its not as if the Council did anything other than smack around a few dead guys while a mysterious Robot King beat the snot out of them. And then look what happened... Aneeh Arhem killed him off in the blink of an eye! What the **** was that about?" she complained as Gutsman plucked a blade of sentient grass up off the ground before blowing it to the winds.
"I don't know what to think anymore. The Lost Wolf and Antimo are off somewhere enjoying the **** out of themselves, while we're here clearing up bits and peices of Mechabono and Mechajesus! I thought that's what the Golden Strands were for!" Gutsman clanked about while examining the wreckage left behind from the late Mechahilton's disastrous email attempt. "The thing I don't follow is this: Why go after some guy thats just trying to have a good time? Does it really matter to the Chasm if-"
"Wéixíng j?qì rén nánz? x?nz?ngbìng f?zuò q?ng dàn èyùn!" a strange voice interrupted the surprised Gutsman as he gripped his chest plate in agony.
"A heart attack at three cycles old? Why!?" he groaned as he fell over from the last pulse of his Ion Lithium battery powered gerbil, that had gone on strike only seconds before the attack was made. The gerbil exited via his butt panel and exploded in the furry display of abusive gerbil pride. Kim simply rolled out a vacuum cleaner and sucked up the remains.
"Who the **** was-"
"Rèx?n de y?ugu?n y?nj?ng zhí rù g?ngjí!" the voice said again in mysterious tones as the man once known as Steve grabbed his crotch as a tidal wave of broken glass filled party favors roared from between his fingers.
"My... Bone-itis!" he groaned in pain.
Kim couldn't just ignore her friend Steve's demise. She swore vengeance against the assailant, who turned out to be none other than Captain Kang Luzhu of the Peoples Republican Drunk Party.
"N? shì xià y?gè s?! Dàn sh?uxi?n, w? x?wàng n? zài gèzh?ng shíyàn sh?uduàn, ér shàngji?o de lìrùn zh?y?u q?q? 10 m?iyuán! Dàolái w?, rúgu? n? g?n!" he spoke through the dragon mask while holding up a sign that read "WHY SO SERIOUS!?"
The brunette woman wasn't sure if she even wanted to deal with this guy. But then she didn't have to as one of Mechabeck's airbus sized teeth slammed Kang Luzhu seven feet into the ground, instantly killing him. Morgan soon followed the path of the airbus and drove the makeshift tombstone deeper into the ground, causing the Captain to write a disappointing report in his grave through means of snake charming and flaming hoops.
"I can't believe its you!"
"I still can't believe its not butters!"
"I killed butters ten minutes ago. Who knew Captain Chaos could be such a dick!?"
While the two were conversing, Antimo, Nordafet, and Spongebob Squarepants slammed into the airbus, causing Kang Luzhu to write several more disappointing reports. Spongebob was immediately burned to a crisp via Bowser Cannon. Several million people were saved in the great act of Humanitarianism that a suicide pact made by that same several million people was carried out.
"In the end," Nordafet began, "It all evens out." the Deom sighed as Antimo ate the charred spongy remains of the worlds most irritating person aside from Rip Talor in a pink leotard doing Swan Lake. The New York Times hated it.
Not ten feet from the group were the Golden Strands, the Bloody Strands, and the Black Syrup. Or at least a tiny part of them. Caasi wondered what Morgan was up to, but she didn't know how he would react to seeing her again amidst all the chaos that was happening around them.
'Go to him... and see just how he reacts to your presence. After all... You are his Wife... or were.' the Black syrup stated in empathetic tones. The Golden Strands nodded in agreement.
"His continued existence threatens the Chasm's plans for complete annihilation of Existence. By more than you could possibly imagine."
The Bloody Strands formed her Human body, then expanded to cover her in a gleaming red armor of types. She walked out into the open fairly nervous about Nordafet's reaction, and at the same time, eagerly awaiting Morgan's reaction.
'Just what do you think your doing?' a tiny voice said in the back of her mind.
'I'm going to see my Husband...' she replied in confident tones as each step she took seemed to bring her nearer and nearer to the reunion she had been longing for.
'He won't accept you...' the voice replied back angrily, as if protesting the thought of Caasi being happy.
'we'll see about tha-' her train of thought was interrupted by a steely blade slamming through her abdomen. She traced the blade back to its source and saw Nordafet and Antimo glaring at her.
"Morgan... we have company. It's the Dread Queen." Nordafet said as his blue eyes gradually turned a fiery black.
"Should we put an end to her?" Antimo contemplated as he finished the thought. Caasi looked at Morgan with a terrifying thought in her head. The thought that in spite of the vows they made together at the entrance to the Singolarita Dimensionale, he might still view her as a threat to his life. Kim watched with a slight interest before she opened a grayish portal and began to walk through it. She looked at Morgan as he contemplated his answer.
"The thing is... I don't think she's the Dread Queen anymore... Nor is this her actual body."