The story so far:
"Welcome home Lost Wolf. For that was the name I bestowed upon you, for it is the reason of your being, of your Nonexistence, of your sadness and joy. I have watched you carefully, never interfering once, never acting, never influencing the events which lead you here. You are the Lost Wolf Found, and there is nothing else to say except to go prove yourself out there, a million, a billion, a trillion times over!" Morgan's eyes came sharply into focus. He was staring at a colossal scar in the face of beauty, he was staring into the open maw of Death itself, into the eyes of something that should not be, but is anyways.
"Are you not speechless? Are you not shocked to find out that it was me after all this time?" The voice said calmly, like it was only toying with him. "Do not be so shocked, I have only played the folly in the background, the temporary distraction, the prankster, the death angel, the trickster, the king of lies, and the darkened nightmare that lives inside each of us!" He still couldnt come to terms with the horrifying truth. how could he be so blinded by the insanity that had come to be his normal life? The Chasm of Nonexistance was none other then the fat man who was always running away from the giant metal cheese wheel of death! Beside him stood his avatar, Chrissy Chasm. She spoke on his behalf.
"Well? Aren't you going to give your friend Chrissy Chasm a hug?" It asked in her voice.
"I saw you! I talked to you multiple times! Why didn't you tell me at the Mansion who you really were!?" The Lost Wolf asked, now coming around.
"Would it have made any difference? I mean, really? you weren't able to tell the difference between that Christina and the one that stands before you?"
"You killed her!?"
"No, I didn't you idiot. She still lives in side our twin bodies, her thoughts are both sad and happy at the same time."
"Twin bodies? What do you mean? You mean there are now two Christinas?"
"Well, duh! I mean, it's much more efficient than that Barney Fife we tried using as a communicator. It was a weird thing that the Great Mouth had to interfere."
"I'm still having trouble with all of this, but if at all possible, I want to have a meeting between you, the Door, and myself. Something isn't right, the Core is grinding every single Existence together, you and the Door are working together, this stupid war's going on regardless of outside events, and I need answers."
"All in due time, we are aware of the Core's intent, and we don't like it anymore then you do, but we don't like each other more then we dont like the Core. So... There's that. Enough is this idle chatter, off you go, find yourself in fighting, and maybe, just maybe, you'll run into our avatars, Tina Door, and Chrissy Chasm."
"Wow... More fighting, I just got done with fighting, now I'm doing more of it. Nice!" Morgan exclaimed sarcastically. "By the way, pass a message on to the Door for me?"
"If I can, depends on the message." The Chasm said Coldly.
"Tell it that four of my friends, Blake, Daniel, Bobby, and Skylar, along with my Alter Reason, my Deom Nordafet, and Slick Cherrick-"
"That **** hat!?"
"Yeah, strange as it might seem, he might be useful. Anyways, they're going to be traveling around Dimensions like I've done, but I want them to fully understand what they're getting themselves into." Morgan finished. "Time for me to break on through to the other side, yes?" He asked, still shaken by what just happened.
"Go on then, do your best, there are a couple of people you'll find invaluable. Barney Fife, Credion, and the Bloody Knight." With that, Morgan was sent screaming into the very heart of the Dimension between Dimensions.
Magnus was staring at a large object. Actually, he was staring at two very large objects. He wasn't able to discern just how large these objects were. Only that they seemed to be coming towards him at a fairly large rate of speed. He watched in bewilderment as they suddenly stopped just inches from plowing into one another, swerved out of the way, and slammed back into the vast inky blackness which they had first come. Then the alarm woke him up.
"Huh... Wazzagoinon?" He mumbled at first, too tired to hit the alarm. It had only been a few hours since the group had exited the Holoworld, and everyone was sleeping, or in his case, trying to sleep.
'Shadenus, Magnight... You guys up?' He thought to them, there wasn't any reply, which wasn't unusual now a days. He noticed that the two Liory were getting more rest now that they didn't have much to do. Guietly, he struggled to get up, his tail almost smacking Enimgatt in the face, missing him by a inch or two.
He then stretched a minute or so, and opened the door as quietly as he could, not noticing that Shadowmatt was following close behind. Slowly, Magnus snuck passed the Humans rooms, only sneaking a peek into Blake's, before making his way into the buildings dining area.
"It just doesn't feel right, does it?" A sleepy Holoahl asked, materializing slowly next to Magnus when he sat down. "For all the good we do, things still continue to get worse for us, no matter how hard we try. With the discovery that the Golden Strands have simply absorbed the Liory Realm into his... If we can even call it a him to begin with... Being, I wonder if things will ever be the same for us ever again?"
Magnus shrugged quietly.
"I may be just zeros through fours, but at the same time, I do get the occasional urge to just try and figure things out on occasion. Don't you? I mean, how will we know that everything is going to be alright when the dust has settled? How can we be sure that another crisis just won't slam down around our necks again, look us in the eye, and show us just how futile everything was to begin with!?" The hologram asked, expecting a response from the Lion Man. Magnus sat quietly and listened to the Hologram talk, he had seen them in action, fought against them in training, fought with them in wars.
But never once had he just sat down and listened to them talk.
He knew how Holos worked, what they are and had seen Enigmatt work tirelessly building them from the ground up. He knew that everything they were was dependent on how far along their Arificial Iintelligence matrix had evolved since activation. There was just somethings that just needed to be experienced every once in a while.
"There isn't much we can do at this point, is there? Sure, they can fight, and do their best as living beings to protect what they love, but in the end, everything living dies. Then what? Who'd they train to protect what they've fought so hard for after their gone? Personally, I believe that Holos could do the work ten times better than any Solid could."
Magnus yawned. "Solid?"
Holoahl nodded. "Yeah, Solids. Orgy's, Meat Sacks. You."
Magnus couldn't believe his ears. "That's kinda insulting you know. With everything we've been going through these last few days, I can't believe you ACTUALLY think of divisions between who's real and who isn't!" His ears flattened a little bit.
"Well, it's not any different than you Solids calling us Holos for that matter! Anyways, for the most part, I think this whole thing isn't anything more then a simulation." Holoahl finished, got up, and walked out of the room, the orb that housed his core programming shutting off the image file. "Good night Magnus. That was an... Interesting conversation."
As the orb floated out of the room, Magnus was left to his own thoughts.
After ten more minutes of looking out the window, he decided that hed had enough of the silence. 'Maybe listening to THAT particular Holo wasn't the brightest idea.' He thought to himself as he went back to bed.
The next morning, if there could be such a thing as time, night, and day in a Existence where everything and anything could and did usually happen, Blake was the first to get up. He didn't sleep well, and found that in his dream, he had woken up back on Earth. It was in shambles, entire contenents were playing football across the ocean.
The Moon had become a veritable warzone, with Kim Jong Un fighting against Kim Jong Il with armies of both the living and the undead soldiers they did and soon would sacrifice to have kept and keep their seat of power. The Moon had split open and both halves rested next to each other while colonies on Mars, a solidified Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto, Neptune, and Saturn all hovering around the battle field, watching the spectacular freaking out abilities of Kim Jong Un, as he tried to comprehend the twisted logic that Reality now played.
In Africa, people were now complaining because there was too much food, and Sally Strothers, Maury, the Pope, and Piano Cat were all hop scotching to see which starving tribe would get the next batch of it.
In Scottland, everything became made of Pokemon playing cards, and the pubs had no customers for the longest time because the Red Garydos kept Hyper Beaming the town drunks in the face when they reached their limit.
In France, the eiffel tower smoked the citizens like the billions of cigars they now used for homes.
The Royal Family had been infected with a rapidly evolving "Snooki Virus" that had them fist pumping, head slamming, partying, and becoming reality TV stars in a matter of seconds.
Blake logged into World Of Warcraft, only to find that there was no more fighting, only grinding, and the only thing to grind was the server crashingly high amount of sheep that infested every corner of the game. He shouted in righteous fury and punched the screen, only to find out that his hand simply went into the game. he pulled his hand back out in panic and tried to calm down. There was a reasonable explanation for everything as far as he could tell. It was only a few minutes later that he knew something was wrong when he logged into the renamed Twitter, now called Twits Twatting Tweets, and saw nothing but resignations from every person who had ever worked at Fox News, in the entirety of the channels long run. It was at this point he woke up. Wondering if what he had just seen was the real thing or not.
Bobby slept like a log, on a bed made of logs, in a room made of logs, next to a logging company. His much needed rest was interrupted by the sounds of sawing, just not his own. He got up, grumbling to himself as he did, and checked his watch, which was made out of logs.
"Wake up! Wake up! It's Logger o clock!" He shouted to no one in particular. Bobby then walked out of his log room, which was now consumed by a swarm of burly, flannel shirted, suspender wearing, bear beating, mountain crushing loggers, who logged the **** out of his log house. He entered Blake's building, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do without Morgan to guide them.
Daniel woke up in the kitchen, saw Skylar leering over him, still in a coma from all the fighting, snoring loudly. In a moment of blind subconscious reaction, punched him in the face. This did absolutely nothing to wake Skylar up, but at the same time, Daniel didn't care. He was hungry, so he slid out of the weirdly floating man's drool bombing path and headed for the kitchen, which was a pretty damned short commute, because Daniel had fallen asleep in the kitchen.
Skylar was the last to wake. He didn't particularly understand why had had a sore cheek bone, or why he suddenly had a black eye. But he knew how to get the fours adventure started. He groggily got to his feet, pulled out a pokeball, pressed the button on the face of it, making it grow, and threw it at the wall without saying a word. The ball split in half, and a light screamed out of it, slapping into a wall.
"Slick Cherrick, I choose you. Now gimme a damned sandwich."
"GET YOUR OWN DAMNED SANDWICH!" The Lord of the sugary snacks yelled outright.
"Whatever..." Skylar replied, "Get back in your damned Pokeball you Candy Land looking bastard." The red beam of energy slammed out of the empty Pokeball, hitting Slick squarely in the forehead, and was sucked back into from whence it came.
Nordefet woke up with a slightly splitting headache.
'Good morning Nordafet!' The Alters voice said cheerfully.
"MOTHER ****!" The Deom shouted loud enough to wake Enigmatt up from his heavy slumber, who simply smacked his head on the bed post, summoned his life weapon, and roared wildly for five minutes before using it to spread butter on his toast. "What the Hell Reason!? You could've at least told me what you planned to do!" He shouted as the Tingion Prince ate a piece of toast on his way to the restroom.
"Didn't know I could do somehting like this, I'm not used to being a completely separate person you know?" The Alter replied with little enthusiasm for his predicament. "We know where Morgan is, we just need a way to get there." Reason said with a little bit of sadness to his voice as he stepped out of Nordafet.
"More then that," The Deom added, "We need to find a way to get in touch with the rest of the group, the Liory and I were talking about ways to possibly get there, but couldn't find anything that didn't end with the words 'We'll die if we do that'." They walked to the main building of Blake's corporation, and entered the double doors.
"Skylar, if you've got a way there, tell us." Bobby yawned. He was still wiped out from going into the Holoworld.
"Seriously dude, we absolutely need to get in touch with the others of Morgan's group, they were separated before this whole thing began." Daniel finished.
"That's what I'm saying! Last night, a wild Slick Cherrick appeared in my room!" Skylar shouted happily.
"You mean that guy with the candy fetish?" Bobby asked unhappily.
"Did you throw a Masterball at him?" Blake added, not missing the reference.
"Yeah, anyways, Slicks been popping all over the place, and one of those places happened to be the Dimension between Dimension's as Nordafet put it." There was silence for a few minutes from Bobby, Blake, and Daniel. Nordafet simply powered through the awkward silence as if nothing were odd at all.
"So basically, Slick knows how to get there, but he's not really cooperating with you at the moment?" Skylar nodded silently. "Well, that shouldn't be a problem." Nordafet thought out load. "Reason's an Alter, so that means he's made of the energies and electrical impulses that power the mind." Reason wasn't liking where this was heading at all.
"So you want to exploit me for your personal gain?" He protested, throwing his arms up into the air. Enigmatt, Magnus, and the Golden Strands sat silently as the conversation continued. Finally after ten minutes, Shadowmatt spoke up, rising from the ground.
"Look, Reason, I'm as uncomfortable with this as you are-"
"YOU'RE NOWHERE NEAR AS UNCOMFORTABLE AS I AM!" The tension in the room rose to a new level as Magnus was reminded of the time that the Liory and Mohdnu had the months long meeting in his memories.
"Look, we've got to do all we can anyway we can. Liory were NEVER meant to be tools for combat-"
"That's a Frathnicing lie Shadowmatt! I seem to remember you enjoying tearing through those Guardians and Brusers when we were on Drafernitia!" Enigmatt chimed in. "Look, Reason," The Tingion began, "It doesn't matter in the end what you feel about this. This Slick's mind knows how to get from Point Alpha to Point Beta without any troubles. We need to use your specific energies to pry open this guys mind so we can get the information we need. Capiche?"
The Alter looked at the Tingion hard. Reason stared into Enigmatt's deep blue eyes, trying to find some fault in his logic, some small point of error he could exploit. But what he saw instead, was a darkness so viral, so great, so depressing, and so intensely hot, that reason could only give in to the groups demands. Enigmatt stared back into Reason's eyes intensely, holding nothing back, pupil to pupil, mind to mind, thought to thought, he overwhelmed Reason by pure silence. That alone was enough to give the Alter pause.
"I-I'll do it. I'm not happy with this... But I'll do it."
Nodding at Skylar, Reason stood up and readied himself mentally for what he was about to do. Skylar picked the small Pokeball out of his pocket, pressed the button on the face of it, and then threw it hard against the wall.
"GO, SLICK CHERRICK! I CHOOSE YOU!" He roared as the beam of light crashed into the wall, Slick appearing before them. "I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!" Reason made his move.
He slapped Slick hard across the face as the group watched with a distinct loss of bewilderment and excitement.
Slick rubbed his cheek.
Reason slapped him again.
"Okay... You win. I'll tell you the location..."
"Thank you." Reason replied and sat back down.
Bobby scratched his head and was left wondering if that was all it took to get the answers out of someone, why they didn't think of doing that in the first place.
"So where is it?" Daniel asked upfront, not wasting a moment.
"The gateway?" Slick replied, "It is literally, in the bathroom."
There was silence as everyone looked at Blake with a questioning glare.
"Eh heh... Whoopsy?" He sheepishly replied, shrugging his shoulders at the wierd development. "Can I go back back into my Pokeball now? I'm missing a episode of Matlock where Matlock's clone convicts Matlock that Matlock killed Matlock for cheating on him with Matlock, but Matlock has a secret that will keep Matlock out of Matlock's reach while Matlock tries to swindle Matlock-" suddenly, Emo Spiderman appears out of nowhere and does the Snoopy dance forReason.
"I feel like an utter waste of time and space. My dark hellish blood that pumps through this fetid core, requires you to look this way as I perfect the darkest art of loving a bright green crayon and writing several over emotional poems dedicated to my love of crackers." The black suited Spiderman rambled on, they all scratched their heads in slight confusion until Skylar decided to catch Emo Spiderman like he did Slick.
Unfortunately, Emo Spiderman's moves were too fast for Skylar. But he was a determined man, a man who would demolish a sacred historical and religious artifact to get at the nutty center. In two puffs of cherry scented smoke, Skylar had summoned two Herman Cain class miniguns that floated in midair on either side of him. "MOTHER ****! I SAID GO POKEBALL!"
The guns rattled, spat, and erupted in a solid storm cloud of homing Pokeballs. Emo Spiderman simply sat down as everything the man threw at the super depressing hero sailed over his head.
"HA! THAT WONT WORK! GO HOMING POKEBALLS!" Skylar shouted as the entirety of the thirty two billion containment units locked on to Emo Spiderman's DNA signature and screamed towards him.
"YES! YES! DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN YES!" Skylar screamed and raged happily as the cloud of nuclear powered Pokeballs collided with the black suited Spiderman's body.
"NOOOOOOOO... okay." He screamed in defeat as he went quietly into his new home.
"I'm not even going to ask why you think that's a good idea." Blake blurted out with a bit of hesitation.
"Sooo... Who wants to go to the bathroom!?" Enigmatt shouted happily, eager for a battle with something. Magnus sighed unhappily. 'It was only a matter of time before something like this happened... Let's get it over with.' Magnight said in a weirdly excited tone of voice.
The Bloody Strands looked into the vastness of the Dimension between Dimensions. Her blood red eyes glowed with a fierceness of a newly pregnant woman granted infinite power. She picked up the remote, flicked on the television, and began to watch QVC with entirely evil intentions.
'I'm going to...' Her thoughts began, like a troubled storm about to burst wide open for all to see and experience, 'Buy that throw rug.' The QVC channel never knew what hit it, it was consumed in the all terrifying voice of the caller.
Terrified by the order.
And traumatized by how smoothly it all went down.
"N... N..." The words barely escaped the host of the shows mouth, her eyes blood shot with a fear she'd never known before. "Next on our product list... MORE THROW RUGS!"
Back in Blake's office building, the group had been huddled in the bathroom for more then five minutes.
"Which stall is it Slick? Don't make me slap you again!" Reason shouted into the Pokeball that kept the Lord of the sugary snacks under tight control.
"Third one to the end. The one with the handle that you need to jiggle a few times." He said calmly. Reason paused for a second, then slapped him just for the **** of it.
"Wow... Okay. Can I go back into my Pokeball now?" Slick asked calmly, slightly insulted, and not being paid the cookie he was promised.