The Puppet King sat alone between the volatile barriers that sat two million miles away from him on either side. His brow furrowed a little bit as he looked down upon the laser scapel set before him, trying to save a mans life. A bead of wooden sweat formed and fell off of the king, as the thin energy like strings gleamed a little of the darkness away form his thoughts. There wasn't really much to think about though. He felt a little guilty that he wasn't able to defeat the Gaurdians to obtain the power and strength needed the destroy the Golden Strands at their source.

"No... I can't cut there." he said out of the side of his mouth.

 The nervous fat man strapped to the operating table, rattled off index names for a file folder labled under "Zoophilian Odyshee" skatebaording.  Barney Fife got bored of playing doctor and casually tapped the laser scapel against the metal ring that surrounded the fat mans organs. A sad cloud formed over his head, the Puppet King not taking notice, not out of ignorance, but because there was too much at stake.

"Why wasn't I able to win!?" he screamed as the strings that rose to the infinite heights tensed up. The sad cloud had it's faux black hair combed over its face as it simply bean cutting its wrists in an attempt to feel alive. The ice cold water flooded out of the wounds and crushed the nervous fat man under the tremendious weight of the sad cloud's depression. Still no reaction from Barney.

"Why should there be a war between Existence and Non-existence? It just doesn't make any sense! Don't they realize that one cannot exist with out the other, and if one side should gain the upper hand over the other, then the tables will turn on the victor?" thunder rampaged across the lightless sky as the Avatars for the Door and the Chasm simply rose from the endless fog that slowly began the surround Barney Fife.

"Why should you care of all people? Your no hero!" Chrissy Chasm scolded harshly.

"The Chasm represents all things the Door does not. And the Door shows all the things the Chasm cannot. So why should there be a war when it would be just as easy to forge an alliance between the two sides!?" Barney snapped back as he got to his feet just as the sad cloud floated on by the next mountain range, revealing a breath taking view of the single pulsating heart which bound all things together. Tina turned away from Barney, pointing outwards as Chrissy touched fingertip to that of her sister. Barney saw the colossal amount of force being exerted in the space between the fingers, and realized that should one touch the other, all would be lost.

"This still doesnt explain the fighting though." Barney grunted as he stretched his legs for a while. Tina laughed and shunted her hand just a bit more towards the center of the force ball.

"What's there to explain?" Chrissy sighed, "Both Existence and Non-existence are simply states of flux, Existence being that light rebounds off of the body, therefor, you can thoroughly interact with the enviroment around you."

Tina's hand had just punched through the other side of the force ball, her figertips, jamming themselves deep into Chrissy's breast meat with out so much as a flinch from the woman. Tina laughed wildly as her sister simply stood there and finished explaining her own personal theories.

"And Non-existence-" she began with an audible shudder. "Is when nothing sees, hears, feels, or even perceives you." her black and silver colored eyes began to glow sadly as she remembered the Chasm's constant pain.

Barney Fife seemed to understand none of it at all. Just then, he saw one warrior from each side step through the barrier and rush towards the other at almost insanely impossible speeds. A knight in bloody armor with several deranged looking blades seemingly piercing his body through out every angle of his chest flew from the Door of Existence's side. While what looked like, much to Barney Fife's exotic pleasure and gut wrenching disgust, a porn star in a french maid's outfit from a shoot gone terribly wrong. Her legs and arms had holes, bursting with a foul stench of sour milk, Steve Jobs speeches about the new Iphone, and a Glenn Beck University degree in bullshitting. The two clashed with each other, raging against the other with almost lion like ferocity. But both were struck down in the first blows and simply swapped sides and ran towards each other again.

"It just seems so pointless to be fighting a never ending war in which you just get revived on the opposite side you started out on. So please," Barney pleaded with the two Avatars for the massive opponents, "Tell me! What real choice does the Lost Wolf have? To fight or not to fight? To just wake up and pretend like none of his struggles or losses meant anything? What is it that you are both trying to say? is it simply that no matter how hard we try in our meangless lives that well simply restart on the enemies side, no matter who they happen to be?" the puppet king shouted with a deep, open, roar as tears leaked from his eyes.

"Why did my master revive me? What possible point did he have to make!?" his fist hit the floor of fog with such power behind it, that the shock simply ripped a nearby Edgar James Lipton a new one. To which he was thankful.

The Puppet King looked up in fury, he was fighting a battle long since stale mated, there was nothing to lose anymore in his mind.

"FINE!" he roared, as his mind twisted and splintered from the stress of everything.

"YOU WANT ME TO FIGHT!? YOU WANT TO KEEP FIGHTING A POINTLESS BATTLE THAT HAS A BEGINNING BUT NO END!?" the knight blindly charged at Barney Fife with both fire and rage in his cold, dead, and long since blinded eyes with sword drawn and shield flung at the Puppet King's head. Still furious at his predicament, Barney let the shield connect with his head, the chip that was carved out, deep enough for it to stick out like a sore thumb.

"Then I shall fight. Not for the Door of Existence, whose only merit is light rebounding off of it. Nor shall I fight for the Chasm of Non-existence, whose cold and deathly grip offers nothing more than a disturbed clawing of Reality."

The knight continued to charge towards the great Puppet King.

"La Magia Cadena De Negro: Doce Toneladas De Títeres Araña!" he whispered as the Black Strings which filled his body shot from his back, forming a mountain sized black wing while he finished his thought.

"Magia Blanca Cadena: Desilusionados Guadaña Sangrienta De Los Titanes Alma." the white string that Tsuren Tao filled him with shot from his chest to form another giant wing.

"So you fight not for valor nor destruction, but harbor great vengeance against both?" he said in an old English accent. "I can not, for my very soul, say that I disagree with your ideals, as I too tire of the fighting. I was once a proud King, loved by my subjects, my knights were at the very top of loyalty and bravery."

The Black and White stringed tornado slammed onto the Puppet King, forming the frame for his creation.

"My kingdom was all I ever cared about. I now realize what purgatory I must be in for my fate to switch between good and evil every time I am run through by anothers blade. I can understand a fellow King's distress in this situation, believe me, I know your pain."  the knight stood stead fast as he drew out the longer of the two great swords from his abdomen. Small roots strarted to grow outwards and wrap themselves around the Puppet Kings body in preparation for the final phase of the transformation.

"I was arrogant in thinking that I was infallible, so much so that I grew paranoid soon of anyone that made even the slightest of err and had them killed on the spot. It grieves me so every time I step out of that barrier. I lost my Queen when she coughed at me and in response I had seventeen knights and squire both run her through every conceivable direction."

Large redwood panels slammed into place as the Puppet King's head, upper torso, arms and hands were encased in massive scythes arranged in the way that teeth are in a person's mouth.

 "Before we begin... as is inevitable our destiny. Let me ask you this. Why do you fight? If not valor, or destruction, then what? Is it a person? A place? A long forgotten memory? Do you fight for a singular purpose or many? You see, the reason I fought was simply to expand my kingdom, which covered eight tenths of the planet's surface. I was a very strong warrior in my day, and I had taken the heads of giants with more strength than I. Do you know how i died?"

The Puppet King's mind was fused with that of the Titan's bloody scythe spider as wires crammed into Barney Fife's head and sealed the gaps in between.

 "I had picked up my shield, and my sword, and I remember looking at my youngest son, Edmund, and noticing a gleam in his eye that I did not like. In my haste to end my mistakenly perceived threat, I fell out of the window, located several miles about the spiked moat. I remember thinking to myself the strangest thought in the world, the very question I have asked you. Why was I fighting? For what purpose did it truly serve me?"

 The eight eyes of the spider puppet glowed red as it planted its heavily weighed down foot on the ground.

 "I could not find an answer to that question. And a few seconds before I hit the ground, I saw edmund with his hand reaching out towards me, I think I found my answer, would you like to hear it? I know you're itching for a fight. But would you like to hear my answer?"

The spider puppet pawed at the ground and nodded its head.

 "Very well then, I found, that I had been fighting to protect. Not for a goal, not for an ideal, not for anything grand. Just to protect. Anything I could. Thank you for hearing my tale. Now then, my fellow King, let us once more fight for out own answers to that question, why do we fight?"

The knight stood its ground as the Spider King charged forward, its massive mountain like legs tearing through the round, carving huge chunks of Reality out of the round and causing massive flows of fire to belch out in its wake. "I see that you no longer wish to fight with words, maybe I was wrong to challenge the great Puppet King. I knew your Master, as he was my son. have at thee!" the bloody knight charged and drew out the second great sword from his chest, the dents and scratches meaning little to the former king of his lands. "You shall see that I am not that easily defeated yon knave! V?tší zatm?ní první slunce!" the knight shouted as his shadow shot from the ground and formed a black dragon with seven heads and fifteen arms. In each of its hands was a small meteor.

'What is you bidding my master?' the Black Dragon asked in a small and whispering voice.

"You know as well as I do Frederick, this opponent, I fear shall not see the answer to the question I posed to him. Maybe you can smash his hardened soul, so that he may see the err of his ways." the bloody knight said calmly as the Black Dragon flew into the air. The barriers on either side of the fight were weakening as the souls on either side were wary of the fight happening in the center.

"Let us out! We crave the blood of our enemies!" they screamed and crowed and roared and bellowed. Thumping their chests with their fists, clanking swords against shield, and claw and scale. They watched the mighty Black Dragon, growing larger and larger with each hundred yards he rose until he eclipsed the door and the chasms sizes combined.

'I shall do as you wish my master, and then I shall return to my slumber.' the voice of the Dragon was a rumbling, beastly roar that had much force behind it. The bloody king nodded and the Black Dragon slung its cargo as the still stampeding Spider Puppet. The fifteen meteors struck with sickening explosions that spat fire and lightning outwards. The puppet's shell cracked and twisted apart, legs shattered and huge chunks of the spider puppet flew off.

"The knave still persists in persuit of his insane path?" the bloody knight  questioned as he felt the Black Dragon return to its slumber inside of him. "Very well,