Blake looked at the rest of them. He knew what they were thinking in one fashion or another. It didn't seem possible that they actually had to get to the Dimension between Dimensions by Harry Potters toilet Flu network, but there it was, right in front of them.

"Okay... Who wants-"

"ME FIRST! OOH! OOH! PICK ME! PICK ME!" Enigmatt shouted, stretching his cybernetic to its limit while raising it.

"Dude..." Bobby said softly, "No one ACTUALLY wants to go through it this way, unless you have a better way to get from one place to the next?"

The Golden Strands, who had been largely quiet for the most part, changed himself into a demented escalator from hell. "We go by Liory Realm."

"I'm sorry," Magnus stammered sarcastically, "But it sounded like you were offering an alternative route to get to where we need to go."

"I did, Lion Man. Do you have a problem with that?"

Magnus's ears flattened in anger. He did his best to keep it civil. "Not at, Planet Eater." He launched the verbal attack with a slight smile.

Skylar, who just really wanted to get the **** on with it, summoned his lightcycle in jet mode and zipped into the gateway.

Blake seemed a bit seasoned in strange **** happening around him, did the same. The Light cycle simply unfolded itself and landed with a soft thud on the ground. "Well, when your pissing contest is over and done with, meet us there okay Magnus? Enigmatt, hop on, I'm not sure just how fast this thing goes, or how far we have to travel, but it'd be best you hung with me."

Enigmatt shrugged, "Okay Blake. Magnus, you gonna be fine here?"

His friend only nodded silently. "Me and the Planet Eater here are going to have it out before I join you. Isn't that right?"

The Golden Strands knew what was coming, he didn't really want to come to blows with this thing, but Magnus wasn't really giving him much of a choice. "If that's what it takes to get this over with, then yeah. We'll have it out."

Enigmatt only shrugged again, hopped on Blakes light cycle and held on for dear life.

Daniel was the next to go, and Nordafet went with him, after that, Bobby and Reason left, leaving Magnus and the Golden Strands alone in the office building. The gateway reformed into a humanoid body, and the glassy orbs that served to look like eyes only blinked at Magnus.

"I really don't want to fight Lion Man. Seriously. I don't know whats gotten into you Oh Furry One, but I just don't want there to be any bad blood, Oh Fluffy Wuffy-"

"THAT'S IT YOU GOD DAMNED SON OF A GHULK! GET THE FRATHNIC OVER HERE SO I CAN BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!" Magnus roared, baring his teeth, flattening his ears, and summoning his short sword and shield. The golden strands mimicked him, growing sixteen lengthy tendrils lined with spikes, razors, chainsaws, drills, and chompers.

"Seriously, my true size easily dwarfs ten thousand Existences, you are nothing more than a dust mite trying to fight a Universe."

Magnus growled and launched himself into the air, suddenly, he felt a familiar weight on his left arm.

"Mohdnu!? Never mind that, gimme ten times the safe limit!" The shelled creature said nothing, but only did as was asked, the steroids, adrenaline, toxins, mutators, and chemicals designed to drive Magnus into a feral state, enlarge his mass, and strengthen him pumped furiously through out his body.

"NULLIFYING BLACK HOLE BOMBS!" He roared with passion as he opened his mouth wide, the light condensing into a singularity of the deepest, darkest blue.

"Wassatnow!?" The Golden Strands replied in shock at his opponents change. Thousands of tiny black vorpal orbs shot through the air, surrounding the Golden Strands.

"You sure you want to do this!?"

"You idiot. I'M THE GOLDEN STRAN-"

The bombs imploded, the intense gravitational pull they had tore the Golden Strands apart, limbs flying in several directions at once, pieces of the body beings crumpled into oblivion.

"Well, for all your posturing, that went down too easily... Planet Eater." Magnus muttered with venom in his voice.

"Oh, don't tell me you thought it was just going to end THAT easily you little **** tard!" The voice of the Golden Strands roared as strings of light yellow slammed together.

Magnus stuttered, "Bu-bu-but I saw your body completely get dissolved!"

The Golden Strands laughed wildly, "I told you, my true body is bigger than a trillion Existences! Don't you listen lion man!? Look, I REALLY don't want to fight you Magnus, I'm trying to find the other members of Morgan's group as well, and now me, Nordafet, and Reason get left behind, the Bloody Strands goes psycho, and the rest of us are scattered! Now on top of that, Morgan lets four HUMANS, one monkey looking mother ****, and you, a lion man join the fray! As if I don't have enough to deal with! Now, WILL YOU KINDLY GET THE **** THROUGH THE GATEWAY TO THE **** LIORY REALM YOU **** JACKASS!" The Golden Strands shouted at Magnus, causing the lion man to revert to his normal form.

"Uh... Yeah... Sure."

"Thank you! And for the record, it ain't Planet Eater."

"It isn't?"

"Nope. It's Existence Destroyer."

"Oh... Frathnic me." Magnus said as he walked through the gateway form of the Golden Strands, a little bit more humble for the **** kicking he DIDN'T receive.

As expected, the view inside of the Golden Strands very being didn't offer much to look at.
It was golden.
REALLY golden.
It was like building a mountain out of the purest, brightest, shiniest substance in existence, carving a tunnel into it, and than setting off a torrent of flashbulbs inside of it.
It was bright, shiny, and mother of god was it golden.

Blake and Enigmatt zipped through the gatways portal, the light cycles engines humming powerfully while the speedometer read at seven hundred yottabytes per second, though the frictionless enviorment would have the Human believe they were simply going twelve miles an hour.
"Blake, I'm reading several chronal and spacial distortion fields coming up." Holoahl mentioned through Blakes helmet.
"So? We're going to the Liory Realm, I think those would be norm-" Before he could finish the sentence, a blinding headache slammed into the duo's ride, causing it to derez on impact. They were thrown high into the air and rolled ten feet on the near liquid ground.
"Holy Frathnic!" Enigmatt shouted as he quickly summoned his wide bladed zwiehander in a flash of blue sparks.
"Holy **** that was awesome!"
"Blake, as much as I'd like to discuss this further, I think we've got more pressing matters on our hands, are you able to create your ride again?"
Blake nodded happily, "Light cycle of the wind!" He shouted as green circuitry slammed into the ground and a new version appeared, more stream lined with a quadruple floating engine mount.
"That'll work, ask Holoahl how much longer till we get to the Liory Realm, I want to talk to the king about what's been happening since the Golden Strands swallowed this place like a piece of gueivy." Enigmatt commanded.
Blake gave him a dirty look, but could understand the uncertainty of things. "Hey, Enigmatt? Please don't order me around-" The Tingion turned to face him with a speed that Blake was certainly caught off gaurd by.
Enigmatt's eyes pierced into Blake's.
"Who's the one here with more fighting experience?"
"You are."
"Who's the one whose life is splayed out for all to see in YOUR books?"
"You are. But I don't see how-"
"Listen Human, I like you. I like Morgan. What I don't like however, are your book plans for my life. Now, I could just as easily kill you right now for bringing up so many painful memories from MY past."
"Now hold on just a minute here! We didn't even know you EXISTED when we started writing those books! How the **** were we supposed to know that-"
"IT'S MY LIFE BLAKE! IT'S MY FRATHNICING LIFE IN THOSE PAGES AS WELL AS THE LIVES OF MY FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES INSIDE YOUR FRATHNICING BOOK! YOU THINK I ENJOY READING THAT!?"
"SHUT THE **** UP YOU JACK ****! JUST SHUT THE **** UP! NOW YOU'RE GONNA BRING THIS UP!? NOW!? WHEN WE ARE PROBABLY THE MOST EXPOSED, IN DANGER AND PRONE TO ATTACKS!?"
Enigmatt raised his life weapon high above his head as if he was going to finish blake in one blow.

By the time Magnus had reached the rest of the group, Blake and Enigmatt were going toe to toe while everyone was cheering either of the two on.
"Oh my god- ENIGMATT SWORD DORIKAME! JUST WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!? I swear to god I leave that man-"
"Tingion."
"WHATEVER- Alone for ten minutes and he's getting his tail in a twist about something." Magnus rushed in to break the two up, delivering two straight punches to the temples of Blake and an enraged Enigmatt.
"Finally caught up huh?" Blake asked, dusting himself off.
"Just tell me what got him upset THIS time." Magnus demanded with a little more authority in his voice than Enigmatt couldve mustered.
"Oh that's easy Magnus, ol buddy ol pal of mine!" Blake sarcastically began. "My light cycle went poof for some reason, and HE starts ordering me around! So I calmly ask him to stop ordering me around, and then Mr. Dorikame calmly, and quietly, starts chewing me out for the series of books that Morgan and I have been writing for the passed TEN years."
Magnus knew that Enigmatt would still be sore about the books.
"Really Enigmatt!? Do you actually want to get into it with them about something they thought was fiction after all this time!?"
The Tingion looked at Magnus with hatred in his eyes, as well as a mixture of desperation, sadness, and survivors guilt. "I-I-I wish it was them and not me that survived..." He said softly as his tail drooped to the ground. "Blake... I'm sorry for snapping at you, but we have got to get to the Liory Realm-"
"WHICH WE **** COULD'VE DONE TEN MINUTES AGO HAD YOU NOT GOTTEN ALL UPPITY ON ME! NOW GET ON THE **** LIGHT CYCLE AND LET'S GET OUR ASSES OVER THERE!" Blake roared, and paused for a second. "Better yet, in order to avoid any more 'How dare you's from Enigmatt over there, Nordafet, you're with me, Enigmatt's with Bobby."
Enigmatt felt hurt. Magnus could only look at him with a unsypathetic eye. "Serves you right, now calm down." Enigmatt swallowed hard,
climbed onto the light cycle with bobby, and was silent for the rest of the way.

Nordafet rode on the back of Blake's light cycle, quietly staring into the back of Blake's head.
"You didn't need to be so hard on him Blake." The Deom mentioned through the intercom system. Blake said nothing, of course he wanted to say anything at all to distract them from what went down. "He's kinda new at this whole switching Dimensions thing."
"No he isn't. He's completely comfortable with it."
Nordafet seemed puzzled by the way Blake responded. "What do you mean? You saw how he flipped out over the book! How would you feel if you wound up in a place where someone had written a book detailing EVERY depressing event in your life!?"
Blake had no comment on this, it was strange enough for him to be taking the flak for something Morgan came up with, so why didn't Enigmatt just go find HIM and beat the crap out of him?
"I don't know how to handle something like this, for all I know, Enigmatt's going to hold that grudge against me, maybe it'll come to blows later on down the road, but for the record... I just don't know how to handle something like this. What do we do? Get him a publicist and Twitter blast the world saying 'Look at me! A fictional character made manifest!'? Think about it Nordafet."
The Deom did, for what little sense it made, the Human did have a point there. Most of the Humans would think the tail was mechanical or something close to it.
"Please just let it go, Nordafet. Holoahl, how much further are we in this thing!?" Blake asked with a little impatience as a fat man running away from a giant metal cheese wheel of death zipped past him with a maniacal laughter, tainted with a almost child like spark of innocence.
"DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN WHY!?" He screamed in terrified happiness as the cheese wheel ran over him again. This time, stopping directly over him and burning rubber for a few minutes while it splattered whatever the fat man was made of all over the Golden Strands pathway.
"Um... Eww!?" Daniel screamed as his visor opened just in time for him to throw up all over the place.

"I... Did I do something wrong Bobby?" Enigmatt asked silently. The red light cycle hummed almost quietly as he concentrated on the driving.
"What do you mean? I think its understandable that your pissed about the book. I would be too, but you have to remember that when every Dimension or Existence was its own, we didn't know that you ACTUALLY existed. You have to remember that every single one of us is still getting used to the idea that there were other physical planes of Existence, so, nope. You didn't do anything wrong. You'll get over it." Bobby sighed and took in a yawn, the display reading on the inside of his visor showing the entrance to the Liory Realm just ten minutes away.

In the Dimension between dimensions, a war was raging on, neither side gaining the advantage. The Door of Existence now doing away with the Avatar that was Tina Door, and the Chasm pretty much doing the same thing. The Fat Man revealed himself to Morgan, laughing as he disrobed and scarred the Lost Wolf for life with his ridicualously huge package that was delivered from UPS.
"DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!" Morgan screeched at the top of his lungs, while John Lenan and Michael Moore fought over the last of the controversial bagels with the little jelly button in the center.
"I TELL YOU THAT THIS BAGEL IS OF THE LEFT PERSUASION AND SHOULD BE EATEN BY ME!" John Lenan roared as he punched the pudgey filth maker in his stomach, but to John's demise, his blow rebounded off the portly man's torso, the force of his own fist exploded out the back of his head.
"HA!" was all Michael Moore had to say before the dent the fist made in him caused the back of his head to explode, instantly giving him an idea for his next daring expose.

Morgan thought about the logic of this as his old nemesis, the Living Life Saver, ran after a living Snickers Bar with a dual bladed zwiehander.
"DEAR GOD WHY!? I just forgot a penny! That's all! A penny!"
The living Life Saver looked at the Snickers Bar with little remorse in its cold, fruit flavored eyes. A small grin crackled across the see through cherry colored face as the giant piece of hard candy raised the enormous blade above its form.
"A penny saved..." He began, putting on a pair of dark sunglasses while some eighties hair band rocker prepared to scream out loud, "Is a penny earned."
"YEEEEEEAAAAAAH!"
Down came the blade, slashing the delicious candy bar in half.
"I COULDA BEEN A CONTENDER!" It roared happily in a Marlon Brando like voice.
"No... You coulda been a fun size contender."
"MAAAAAAYBEEEE!" The Rocker screamed as he power slid across the two trillion miles of battle field, slashing every ACL the he passed with his mike stand.

The Rocker was instantly impaled by the Bloody Knights rusted over drill spear, the body spinning wildly as it tore through drug abused skin, muscle and bone while the Rocker screamed bloody murder about welcoming the Bloody Knight to the jungle, and telling him about all the fun and games. Barney Fife ripped his chest open, unleashing a gigantic blast of energy in a sweeping motion that shattered the forms of five hundred thousand of the Chasm's troops, giving the Door of Existence that many more souls to fight with.
"You do realize that if we keep this up," The Bloody Knight began, "That we'll have enough people on our side to finally overcome the Chasm of Nonexistence!" He roared happily as the Rocker was flung into a pile of Pikachu evolution rejections.
"Yeah, I do, but I just want to concentrate on the fighting at the moment. How long has it been since the Surviving Big Brother chaos? Five months? Ten?" The Bloody Knight shrugged as he slashed away at a Zombified George Clooneys thick cloud of smug.
"Denm?ku no d?natsu no odoroki!" Barney roared as the blast of Puppet King like energy grew even more destructive as a electrified donut of death, topped with a violently hot cream topping, with a deadly sprinkling of raisins, made the heads of fifty thousand warriors from the Chasm of Nonexistences side burst into flames at how incredible powerful the pain in their cavities were.

"What the flying hell was that!?" Morgan asked the Fat Man of Nonexistence, who only gently touched the giant metal cheese wheel of ultimate doom.
"That was an unfortunate loss for our side Morgan. The Door of Existence will soon have enough power to sway the tide of battle against us." The Fat Man smiled.
"Why do you seem so pleased?" The Lost Wolf asked, resting his hands on the Chasm's edge and peering out the window, the two armies looking to him like two vastly different colored pieces of jello having sex.
"Well, considering that if one of us loses, we consolidate our forces and then just go after an army of equal proportion."
"Well if that's the case, why not just surrender to the Door, save some time, and go on to the next round?"
The Fat Man of Nonexistence turned on heel faster than Morgan would thought possible. "It's the price we both paid. We each just started out by ourselves in the beginning, fought like hell with whatever we had in our disposal, slaying the leaders of other armies till we had insane amounts of legions at our disposal." Morgan still didn't understand what the whole point of it was.

"I mean, really, what's the point of all this, in the end, who are you all really going up against?" Morgan asked outside of the yawn.
"The Core, the Abolished Center of everything."
"And this makes you happy? If you win, that just means you'll be continuing the cycle of war that's been played, replayed, edited, translated and replayed since the very first Existence burst from the Nothing."
"The Nothing? Oh please Lost Wolf! The Nothing is nothing more than a simple legend that the Core sent each of us to scare us into playing with each other. You don't really expect the Core to lie about anything, when there is nothing beyond, above, or outside the reach of it! Do you?" The Fat Man giggled excitedly. "I mean, for all you care originally, you wanted to stop me, what with your little moves, parties, gatherings, and even more fights. I had to do something to guide you in the right direction. The Golden Strands, though mired in its own creationistic chaos, still isn't the epitome of destructive power that I thought it was... Not after you tamed the wild motions." The Fat Man simply sat down on the edge of the insanely high cliff and huffed haughtily. Morgan simply nodded, ever since this whole thing began, he didn't really know the whole truth about it.

"I wonder, Lost Wolf, what if the other Five Strands and the Six Syrups were to be activated? How would your friends handle them? The Golden and Bloody Strands, though powerful in and of themselves, are merely incomplete, and part of something far more powerful. The Fragments of Reality the first of the five Demon Directors so valiantly fought to collect, are also apart of the complete product. Even the Deom are aware of the massive chaotic potential it had, even in its infancy." The Fat Man stopped speaking, he had said just enough to draw the Lost Wolf's attention.
"Its infancy? Why would you say that unless..."
"Go on Morgan, make the connection!" The Fat Man wheezed happily, as the Rocker sparked back to life on the Door of Existence's side and began power sliding all over the place, screaming out loud whenever a pair of sunglasses was about to be worn. "My, my, my... that one is a spirited little soul, isn't he?" The Fat Man laughed.
"You mean to tell me that when Caasi... Oh god... If what you're saying is true, then it's too late!" The Lost Wolf burst to his feet, his bright red fur coat rustled with every movement.
"You really do have a problem finishing sentences, don't you?" The Fat Man prodded. "Then let me do the honors. This means that the Bloody Strands, formerly your wife Caasi Gavin, is pregnant. And if the Seven Strands, Five Syrups, and the Fragments of Reality combine together, your child, will most likely be the Cores new host."

There was a definitely audible silence as Morgan processed what he heard. "So... The choice is to kill my unborn child, or be killed by what they'll become?"
The Fat Man smiled wickedly. "I do love a good plot twist, they never make them like they used to in soap operas any more. But, essentially yes. You'd have to kill that which is of your own blood."
Morgan looked at the Fat Man, who sat there smiling widely, the corners of his lips reaching way past the tips of his ears. That made him a little bit creepy in Morgan's book. "I have a question..." The lLost Wolf said seriously.
"Yes?" The Fat Man asked in an unusually chipper voice. Morgan punched him in the face so hard that he flew deep into the Door's territory, he plummeted into the outlying patches of prickle bushes and cacti, slammed through the giant army of slowly moving snails, passed through the violently upchucking, but hilariously adorable legion of chipmunks, and crushed two thousand five hundred and eighty nine badly done sketches of one George Bush Junior. Then he set them all on fire with a horrid glow in his eyes.
"That... Was NOT a question."