The story so far:
The path to the Liory Realm lay clear before them, it was just like Enigmatt remembered it everytime he had visited the place where Liory, beings of living sentient elemental energy were born, raised, trained, and sent out to find masters to serve called Chosen. These Liory, through good times and bad, are always connected to their Chosen through the use of special made tattoos which allow the Liory to reside within their chosens minds until they were needed. Enigmatt felt Shadowmatt give off a warm feeling.
'My Chosen, have we arrived at the Liory Realm?' The Shadow asked happily.
'Yeah, we are. We can finally figure out a way to rejoin with Angel and the others on Sojourn.' The Tingion walked over to Blake and grabbed his hand and shook it.
"What's this for?" Blake asked, slightly confused about the whole thing. "I'm thanking you Blake. Thank you for your help getting Magnus, myself and our Liory here. I still don't know what to think about the books, but it'll pass with time I guess. I realize that in your Dimension, we're just fictional characters, in ours, you were writing a series of books called The Liory Tree."
"Mostly, but those three are a bit head strong as well."
"Ah, I can understand. So, the Liory King is in there?" Blake asked, interested in the world he helped create, the chance to see Liory King Invenot simply tickled his mind like nothing else.
Enigmatt looked from the group he had traveled with, back to Magnus and the Gates to the Liory Realm.
"Yeah, King Invenot and I go way back... But you already knew that, didn't you?" The Tingion finished with a smile.
Blake smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I kinda did. Anyways, I wanted to ask you something. Man to Tingion."
Enigmatt was glad someone finally got it right. "Sure thing. What's on your mind?"
Blake thought for a second before asking away. "When you first came here, and fought along side Morgan, what were your first thoughts?" The human's voice carried some tones of jealously, interest, and maybe even a vague need to know how he acted towards his friend.
"My first thoughts? Well, sure there was the feeling that I wasnt onboard the Sojourn anymore, after that was the need to pummel the living Frathnic out of anything. When I first ran into him, he didn't ask any questions, he was too busy fighting against the Chasm and that giant planet looking thing. Pretty average fight if you ask me. But he was so passionate about wanting to save his friend from the Chasm..." Enigmatt paused to take a break. "I'm sure he's not without his own mental scars, as every living thing is want to have. Anyways, the King's waiting for me. Good luck Blake, maybe we'll run into each other again?"
Blake nodded quietly. He looked over at Magnus with a sense that maybe he had missed out on something great. Daniel jumped on his grey light cycle and revved the engine a few times before the helmet loaded onto his head. "Blake, as much as I hate for you to part with them, we've really got to find Antimo and the others."
his head was in a fog, he couldn't hear Daniel quite clearly, but he heard enough to understand. "Yeah... I gotcha." As he turned to get back on his ride, Magnus ran back to Blake with something the size of a grape fruit in his hands. "Hey, Enigmatt wanted me to give you this, its one of the orbs from the Sojourn, fully upgraded with the latest in communications tech, Holographic interface, Internet, Outernet, Undernet and Arounet and a small version of the Holoworld that will be connected directly to my Technomancy."
Blake was caught off guard by his new friends gift to him.
"To be honest, I'm kinda honored to be a character in your book. Enigmatt... Well, you two know us better than anyone. Aend me a copy of the books when you get around to it okay?" Magnus finished as he walked away. Blake had to say something.
"Hey Magnus, I would have been my greatest honor to have fought along side you in battle!" The Human shouted as he hit the throttle on his light cycle. The Lion Man didn't turn around, instead gave Blake a silent wave as he tried hard not to let Enigmatt see any tears that may have dripped down his cheeks.
"Are you crying!?" Enigmatt asked accusingly.
"Nope, just got some of the Golden Strands in my eyes. Let's hurry to see the king already!"
Bobby, Skylar, Daniel, Blake, burst out of the Golden Strands gateway. Unfortunately, this meant that the Golden Strands had gone to use the restroom and was sitting contently reading the news paper.
"Cardinals won the Superbowl... Again. Man th- ****!" He roared as he was hunched over, his eyes slammed shut as he did his best not to get launched out of the stall. Four light cycles, four Humans, and a Deom with a Alter embedded into his mind ripped the the ceiling directly below the former location of the toilet.
"That was the MOST horrifying thing I have EVER been through!" Skylar yelled as he pulled a piece of toilet paper off of his face.
"I'd have to agree with you there good buddy!" Daniel laughed.
The Golden strands peered through the hole in the floor and saw the chaotic scene. "Hey, the Cardinals won the Superbowl." He said plainly, clearly, he was in shock as to why he chose that particular moment to go to the bathroom.
"The Cardinals?Aren't they a baseball team!?" Bobby asked, confused as to why Baseball and Football had suddenly merged. "OH... Right. Forgot, everything's being ground together. Never mind!"
"Just thought you should know. Also, as far as I can tell, Antimo, Caasi, and Resaec are the closest to get to. So how are we going to get there?" The Golden Strands asked, slightly bemused at their current situation.
Daniel looked upwards at the thing that was talking to him like nothing was the matter. He had, just now, taken the time to actually look at the thing. The Golden Strands looked like someone had taken several spools of large polymer gold thread, and simply made a humanoid shape out of them.
"We should probably go get them then. It might take a while, and I'm feeling kind of lazy after all that we went through. So lets do this instead." Daniel finished talking as He snapped his fingers and a few pods popped into being.
"So... No more need to shout out fancy moves in strange and exotic languages?" The Golden Strands asked disappointed.
"Nope. Just do whatever comes natural and it'll happen for you! Anyways, they should be popping in a few seconds from now."
A small insignificant ant was crawling along the choatic battle field in the Dimension between Dimensions. It wandered aimlessly, narrowly being crushed, blown up, sucked in, smashed, stabbed or simply squelched hundreds of times as it made its way along its unknown path.
After all, it was simply a solitary ant.
No Queen to work for.
No colony to call home.
It was simply there, minding its own business. A giant's foot slammed down, mere millimeters from the ants body. Its antennae twitching wildly, as if it found some sort of new home that would welcome it gladly with open arms.
The ant simply trudged on, bearing witness to the utter brutality the Dimension between Dimensions brought.
Blood rained down horridly, clods of dirt, that in the ants eyes, were the size of small moons smashed and exploded into the ground as it continued on its steady course. There was no reason for the insect to be there, but there it was. It couldn't remember how exactly it had gotten there either. Nor would it ever need to think about it. The ant, four times smaller than a pinky fingers nail, never once thought openly about its place, whether or not it deserved to live or die, nor of the things it would bear witness to. It seemed all too concerned with getting the tiny grain of wheat in its mouth to what ever anthill it could find. It might've eventually gotten there too, but as things were in the Dimension between Dimensions, not even a single, tiny, innocent insect was to be free of the constant morbid chaos which had permanently stained the very fabric of space, time, and causality.
The one remaining antennae it had twitched wildly as it sensed a enemy draw near. Its compound eyes searching all angles for the intruder on its peacefull trek. At once, and as every else was, it simply ceased to be anything of its former self anymore. A explosion ripped forward, intense heat and raw power tore the very atoms away from the ants body and snuffed out the small life with which it had been given.
There was darkness, silence, a bright flash of darkness, cherry scented smoke, and the corrupted power of Nonexistence, and at once the ant had resumed its journey, remembering only a tiny millisecond of its previous existence as it marched from a hole in the ground towards its unknown destination, the grain of wheat still in its mouth.
The four Humans began their new adventure, as if everything they'd been through in the last couple of months wasn't already something akin to it. Blake had Nordafet riding with him, and Nordafet had Reason inside of his head, which made some of the more invested conversations that Blake had with them seem all the more memorable. The Golden Strands rode with Skylar, and for the first thirty seconds the two got along splendidly until Skylar kept wanting the Golden Strands to change forms constantly. After which they stopped so the Golden Strands could ridewith Daniel instead. Using the knowledge they had earned through Morgan's little training program, they collectively concentrated on the vast, infinite, and ironically blank space before them.
"What do we focus on?" Daniel asked calmly, wondering what would happen if one of them stepped onto the blank infinite all around them. The office building seemed like a distant memory.
"Well," Blake thought out loud, "Why don't we create a planet with different dimensional intersections? That why we could drive around until we found the right spot."
Bobby didn't have anything better to do. "So that should be easy enough. Distorsione spaziale!" He shouted happily as all around them, the blank stark whiteness all around them roared with a deafening thunder as a speck of brown errupted from the ground.
"THAT'S IT!?" Blake shouted wildly.
"Wait for it..." Bobby said reassuringly. And a few seconds later, Blake was surprised, as a massive planet rose up from beneath them. It looked as though someone had been playing with "Planet Creator Fourty thousand" and slapped Mother Nature in a face a few times. The planet was divided into eight slices, the one most easily recognized was Earth, of the remains of it after the grinding of all Existences was completed. The next few were variations of a story that Blake and Morgan worked breifly on together.
"Oh..." Blake said stunned at the development.
"And just how the **** are we supposed to navigate this mess!?" Daniel asked impatiently.
"That entirely depends on how you want to approach the situation." A female voice in her late teens said.
Blake and Skylar looked confused, Bobby wasn't sure how to take any of this, and Daniel simply ran up to her and gave her a hug.
"SASHA!" He yelled happily,
"Hi Daniel! Oh my god! I'm so surprised to see that you survived this mess!" The former Presidents daughter mentioned with a slight shrug, Daniel smiled a little bit.
"YOU know Sasha Obama!?" Bobby asked with a more confusion added to his already hefty plate.
"Yep. Before I came back to California, for a few years I was a babysitter for the obamas. Went through all of the proper channels and everything. Anyways, long story short, I'm happy to see you too! How are the folks?"
Sasha looked away for a second, as if to avoid letting them see the small tear that dropped from her eye. "They're... In a better place. But that was a long time ago, when all the craziness began. Anyways, we might as well get started, your blue haired friend came by here a few weeks back, a Enigmatt Dorkimame-"
"Dorikame." Blake mentioned with a slight shuffle. A thought then came ot him. "Just how old were you when all of this went down?" He asked casually, expecting a few months or so.
"I was seven. Strange as it might seem, I got the message that a stranger needed our help in defeating something bad. I didnt think that Reality itself would just shatter like it did."
Daniel patted her on the shoulder as he turned towards his friends. "Let me introduce you to our little group. The three other guys are Blake, Bobby, and Skylar!"
The men said their hellos quickly, not knowing when all Hell would break loose.
"The guy that looks like he was dipped a few times in a vat of ink is Nordafet, hes got a Alter inside of his mind named Reason, long story behind that."
"I bet." Sasha laughed heartily.
"And the Golden Strands-"
"I KNOW who and what the Golden Strands are. The first time it slammed through our atmosphere with that... Dread Queen I think, it took out most of the continents in a few hours. Left behind a whole ton of trouble." She spat in its direction.
"Nice to see you again too. Look, a lots happened, and is still happening. That stranger the stuffed animal told you about-"
"He does... Or did have a name." Sasha interrupted.
"Yeah? What was it?" Bobby asked, eyeing the Golden Strands.
"It was Teddy Ruxbin." She replied, holding out a single ripped piece of overalls with the name stitched on in simple letters. Nordafet and the Golden Strands exchanged looks.
"I think we ran into him once, bastard nearly took Emo Spiderman's head off. Good times." Nordafet said hopefully.
"Now can we please just get to the nearest building, I don't like being out here in the open." Skylar whispered, eyeing the skies for anything unexpected while tapping the two Pokeballs that contained Slick Cherrick and Emo Spiderman.
Sasha simply pointed forward. "Just go on North, eventually, you'll run into a barrier and something will happen." She said with a bit of ignorance.
"Wha-?" Bobby asked in even more confusion then he was normally used to. "YOU MEAN WE JUST WANDER AROUND, HOPING TO RUN INTO ONE OF THESE THINGS, AND THEN WE GET DISPLACED SOMEWHERE ELSE THAN WHERE WE WANTED TO GO INITIALLY!? WHERE'S YOUR LEADER!?"
Sasha gave him a hurt look.
"Oh knock that off already, you look around nineteen anyways, that means you've had more then enough time to deal with whatever gripping issues you've had to hurtle over. Damn it! There's Gandalf and the **** Baelrog again!"
Sasha loked at the rapidly approaching duo, the wizard looking more like Gandalf the Grey and Recently Rehabilitated than Gandalf the Critically Injured. "you mean youve run into him a few times?"
"A few!? A **** FEW!? The guy's Blake's Doorman, and it's always the same damned thing with him. watch." Skylar shouted as he threw his hands up into the air, visibly irritated. Gandalf the Grey and Recently Rehabilitated stopped five feet away from the group as the Baelrog stood right in front of him, out stretching his massive lava encrusted wings while Gandalf straightened himself out and roared the only thing he truly knew how to shout.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" He roared, slamming the tip of his staff into the ground and unleashing a soft fluttery sensation in the group's stamochs.
Sasha looked confused. "Is that all? I mean, I've seen the movies, and it looks a hell of a lot more impressive than what we just witnessed."
"Special effects from Hollywood." Daniel said plainly, not knowing whether to upgrade Gandalf to Gandalf the Deceased.
Just then, a wild mob appeared out of nowhere in a puff of cherry scented smoke.
"WHAT THE HELL MAN! WE JUST WANT TO-" Blake was interrupted as the mob started to rush forward, noticed Gandalf as he prepared to yell his only saying, stopped, talked amongst themselves, and thought it better just to go away rather then be irritated by some old fogey slapping a wooden stick around and screaming out loud.
"If we wanted that, we could've just watched Adam Baldwin on Saterday Night Live!"
"NO! Do not utter his name out loud! For if you mention Adam Baldwin, one of his lesser unfamous, unfunny, irritating, trash raggedy, made for TV film making brothers will appear and give us a sequel to 'Giant Shark Versus Giant Retirement Home Corporation fifty nine'! AND NO ONE WANTS THAT AT ALL!"
"Hi! I'm Stephen-"
"DEAR GOD! KILL IT WITH FIRE!-"
"NEVERMIND! FALSE ALARM! Put the buckets of killer fire away!"
"HA! I'M A BALDWIN!"
"RETURN WITH THE BUCKETS OF KILLER FIRE! I REPEAT! HE HAS RETURNED! THE SODOMY OF THE BALDWIN FAMILY HAS RETURNED!"
"DEAR GOD IT BURNS! MAKE HIM STOP!"
Blake, Bobby, Daniel, the Golden Strands, Nordafet and Sasha averted their eyes to the unholy images being played out before them.
Skylar got the butter and popcorn and sat in a newly created recliner filled with syringes filled with iodine and bad late night infomercials.
"It's not so bad once you get passed the burning sensation." He commented calmly while eating a handful of popcorn. Sasha ran over to him but was stopped by Daniel, "It's too late for him, Stephen Baldwin happened. The only one who can save us now is-"
"DAMN IT LEROY GO AWAY!" Bobby shouted as the reputed World Of Warcraft raid ruiner charged into battle, followed by four hundred copies of his in game character, aptly named Minijenkins, who simply repeated the phrase "SPOCK KHAN SHOTTED WEB FIRST!"
Out of love, mercy, and heavenly grace, Blake used his newly aquired virtual assasination skills to put the avatars out of their mercy, making sure to slowly snap Leroy's neck while he screamed like a pig being picked up.
The Golden Strands and Nordafet recorded the whole thing with their JVC camera and uploaded it to Facebook where it recieved over two hundred fifty nine billion likes, shares, and simple comments of first and Daniel Tosh friend requests.
"****. Let's get the **** out of here before HE shows up and screws over everything! QUICK TO THAT U.P.S STORE OVER THERE NEXT TO THE MINIMALL WHERE I TOOK UNCLE JERRY DURING HIS BRIEF, BUT MEMORABLE, RELEASE FROM STOCK BROKER HELL!" Nordafet shouted as he pointed valiantly to the remains of a smashed in chimney.
"Damn it! They moved to a new location!" The Golden Strands shouted as the group hopped on their light cycles.
Sasha sitting with Skylar, the Golden Strands with Daniel, and Nordafet with Bobby. They sped off down the alleys and through broken in window shopping centers, around tight corners, passed through giant robot battles between a giant robot and three million ducks in a man suit, and soon found themselves on almost three billion miles of gravity, physics, natural human understanding, and damn near hellish and defying highways, turnabouts, overpasses, underpasses, through ways and back alleys. And all of it was packed with bumber to bumper traffic.
"What do we do now?" Sasha asked.
"Oh... That's easy. You die." A familiar voice said to her.
"No! This isn't possible! I saw you get crushed under a ton of bad pop ups!" Sasha shrieked as she began to tremble.
"Yeah... That was your Mother's idea. We got sick of politics, trying to save a country that had less respect for us than the local trash rags they read in their trailer parks, and she teamed up with the Chasm of Nonexistence, and I went with the Door of Existence."
Blake squinted hard.
Bobby squinted harder.
Daniel squinted the hardest.
Skylar ate more popcorn.
Daniel Tosh's friend request was accepted with horrifying consequences.
"Mr. President!?" Blake asked, simply shocked at the sight he was seeing. "Why are you here!? More importantly, do you know just what the **** is going on here!?" He added. Barack Obama simply looked disappointed.
"Sasha... You've always made us very proud, even when we deliberately let pop ups about Cialis, Viagra, blenders, and morally questionable French Presidential debates kill us in our sleep. But now, the Door wants to test you, so here I am."
Sasha squinted harder than the rest of them, ripped the popcorn out of Skylar's hand, and defriended Daniel Tosh all in one sweep.
"What?" She asked simply, "I was seven years old when you died, SEVEN! You know what kind of trauma that does to a little girl!? Now, here you appear when I'm nineteen, and you want me to die!? HELL NO!"
"Please? I'll give you a cookie!"