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Zandoo and Sissy present...


After Genji spent a few hours trying to recover from the thought that the Mercy he knew was dead, he already knew that he couldn't take a break forever. The feeling still hadn't gone away, but it wasn't going to for awhile. His quiet and unusually inactive behavior was noticeable to the other Champions in the HQ, including Undyne, but they didn't have the time to do anything about it. Most were off to the Overwatch universe to see if they could help deal with everything going on, but now, it was only Genji that sat alone in the darkened room. Undyne was too busy in her own room, presumably speaking with Thyrados and Iprux.

The cyborg sat on a mat where a table once was, which had been moved to a better spot. He tried, and tried, and tried many times to calm himself from what happened, but it didn't seem very effective. Time flew by, and it only felt like a few minutes since the event occurred. The ninja let out a long sigh, slowly getting himself back up and fixing his mask.

Genji turned his head to a secret exit out of the Codex that hid in a corner, revealed. The others left it open for a short amount of time if anybody else wanted to leave. The cybernetic ninja knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and needed to leave. Genji walked towards the 'hidden' portal, jumping in.


Santa Ana, California

The ninja had been dropped off behind a single building in an alleyway, landing on his feet and knelt down. It felt like ages since he had last visited the Overwatch universe, but it wasn't the same one he came from. Perhaps Mercy was here, too, but it's not the same Mercy, either...

"Stop thinking about her," Genji thought to himself, putting a hand on his forehead and standing upwards. The cyborg took a deep breath, peeking out from behind the building to see where he exactly was. Obviously, from this single peek, he definitely couldn't tell where he was on Earth, but he at least saw that it was active, untouched civilization. There was a street close by, cars casually driving by and a few pedestrians on the sidewalk. It was peaceful... nothing unusual... At least, for a time-

"F***ing bulls*** walk a billion f***ing- Can't even give me a godd*** shirt..." grumbled the ever-bitter Melissa Brown, who was grumpily walking down the sidewalk with nothing on but a bathrobe. Unfortunately, she had been shot in the gut earlier, so there was a large hole in Oboro's handiwork that showed the black scar left behind from the injury. She must have walked all this way from Los Angeles.

Of course there would be something unusual. That's with every clash.

Deciding to not just leave her alone like that, Genji stepped out from the structure just on time. "Excuse me?" he called, hoping to get Melissa's attention.

"Piece of- Huh?" Melissa snapped out of her quiet ramblings and perked up, looking around before her gaze quickly settled on Genji. She gave him a once-over then asked, "What the hell do you want?"

"Do you wish for any aid?" he asked, looking over the neo-nazi's body.

"The hell do I look like? Some homeless begging as-" Melissa stopped herself, quickly realizing she probably did look homeless. (Not to mention the fact she technically was homeless) "... Yes," she answered reluctantly.

Genji, as well, quickly realized that he didn't really have anything for Melissa. "Well... you can follow me and we can find clothing for you. Who are you? I am Genji Shimada, one of the members of the current Champions." he explained.

"Everyone's a member of the Champions these days," Melissa remarked as she folded her arms and rolled her eyes, "Melissa Brown, stuck in the Clash for way too f***ing long."

"Sorry about that," the cyborg stated, before gesturing for Melissa to follow him, walking ahead of her and onto the sidewalk. He didn't want to start much conversation because of how he was feeling.

Melissa followed the ninja quietly, occasionally flicking off civilians who stared at her. After a few moments, she piped up, "Is it just me or do we go to Earth way too many f***ing times? It's better than Hell or some s***, I guess, but at least the last place had floating islands. You know, something new."

"Perhaps," Genji murmured, his head drooping downwards. It was a bit hard to spot, but he didn't seem to be in the best of moods.

Melissa walked a little longer in silence before letting out a long sigh. This walk was going to be way too awkwardly silent if she didn't do something. "Okay, what's wrong?" she asked, "For a robot with no face, you're making it pretty obvious there's something bothering you."

"Fine. I lost someone only a few hours ago," he answered, "Someone that I was close to. She was swiftly killed by one of our main enemies."

The typically-aloof ex-Nazi paused, before speaking in a less harsh tone, "That's the Clash for you. What was she like?" She didn't care that much, but the topic made for conversation and Melissa could say she helped someone out.

"Friendly... supportive... She spoke of you, sometimes. Not that often, but I knew I recognized your name once you told me..." said Genji. It was at least nice to meet a friend of Angela's... but then came the thought of how Melissa would react if she was informed, or got the idea, that she was dead.

"Wait, me?" Melissa's eyes widened. She thought about this for a hot second before asking, "Who was she?" Unlike her previous tones, there was a clear hint of worry in her voice. She didn't have many friends, and was unsure of who would talk about her to others.

The depressed ninja hesitated, but all secrets couldn't stay hidden forever. "Mercy... or Angela," he finally answered.

The persistent grumpy expression on Melissa's face slowly gave way to shock. Her breathing was noticeably shallow as she tried to maintain her composure. She mouthed a word before finding her voice and spitting out, "Wh-What?" Genji made no more responses and went completely silent. Mercy's death had clearly affected other people.

After a moment, Melissa could feel her lip trembling and tears threatening to escape her eyes, which she promptly shut tightly as she clenched her fists. She turned away from Genji. "I.. I don't need your f***ing handouts. F*** you," she hissed, not sure of what else to say. She took a moment to just breathe before walking away, not wanting be seen like this.

Genji, as soon as Melissa walked off, continued to wander the sidewalk, increasing his walking speed. He didn't have time to mourn anyone now; he had to help. He had to find a location that was under attack by a threat... or something along those lines. He only hoped to himself that he'd at least find a bit of aid. Things just seemed to be taking a darker turn in the clash.

There was a scene before Genji that was arguably lighthearted, at least in comparison to his recent exchange. "Come on, come on. This is the freaking future; ATM's are this slow?" mumbled a suspicious looking man in a hoodie, his back facing Genji. He was standing in front of an ATM which was spitting out dollar bill after dollar bill into a small sack.

The ninja gave an odd glance towards the mysterious person, slowing down as he saw him, but proceeding to pick up his speed again and try to walk past him. Genji simply wanted to do what he needed.

That was until he actually took a better look at the man.

"What're you doing?" Genji questioned, stopping in his tracks and facing the person.

"Ah-" The man looked up. He had a bandana wrapped around his face, covering his nose and mouth. Opaque, rectangular glasses shrouded his eyes as he stared at the ninja for a moment. "... Hey Genji! How's my favorite Overwatch hero?" he laughed, quickly stepping between the cyborg and the sack of money, as if that would make his crime invisible.

"How do you- Why're you doing this? Don't do that," the cyborg said, lightly clenching a fist and taking a small step forward.

"D-Don't do whaaaOKAY I'M SORRY!" the man yelped, taking a step back and tripping over his sack of money. He fell onto his rear and let out a pathetic groan of pain.

Genji let out a sigh, letting his shoulders rest. "Why were you doing that?" he asked after a moment, looking down at the man.

"T- I- I needed money! Please! Don't arrest me or whatever!" the man begged, "I-I have.. Uh.. Uhm.. Information! T-That's right! I'm.. I'm practically drowning in information! You know, about.. Uh.. Talon! I've read up on the Overwatch lore!" He knew very well he would not last a second in prison, especially when the Overwatch world had psychopaths like Junkrat or Reaper.

"Then tell me something about Talon and I'll spare you," the ninja stated, waiting patiently for an answer from him.

"O-Okay, uh... Talon came about when, uh, before Overwatch got messed up. There-" The man was beyond nervous as he tried to stammer out what he knew of Talon, "It has, uhm.. Doomfist, he was some guy from Nigeria, but then you guys locked him up... Then he escaped. There's, uh, Reaper. His name was Gabriel... Something. He helped found Overwatch and led Blackwatch. Uh.. Now he's one of Talon's leaders. Uhmm.. Widowmaker... I don't remember her name it was some weird French name, but she was a part of Overwatch. B-But then Talon, I think, kidnapped her and tortured her and stuff and, like, turned her into Widowmaker and her skin is blue but it was never really clear why her skin is blue and the explanation Blizzard gave everyone didn't really make sense at all but then they justsaiditmusthavebeensomerandombiologicalalterationthingbutIthinkthat'sBSandareallylamecopout.... And then there's Sombra, she's pretty cool- I mean! She's a bad guy! But.. Like.. She has a nice character design! She.. OH! OH! She blackmailed the chick in charge of Russia, Katya! I don't know if she's like, a prime minister or something. I bet you didn't know that! It was in her character cinematic trailer thingy!"

Genji silently stared at the mysterious man. Even though no one could tell, he was in awe at how much he knew. It opened up the question about where he was from. "Okay. You're very informative. Who are you?" the cyborg questioned.

"D-Dave- I mean.. Stalker. Call me Stalker," Dave answered, "Where I come from.. Uh... I.. I guess I was basically the Sombra of my world- Except not evil! I did not work for the bad guys!" Sure, he may have helped Greg and The Operator maintain their control over the entire planet, but surely helping take them down during the Clash made up for that, right?

"... Greetings. How do you know... all of this? Including my name? And almost everything about Talon?" Genji brought out a hand for Stalker to take, letting him get back up.

"Where-" Stalker interrupted himself, considering his answer as he accepted the hand offered to him. It wouldn't sound all that impressive if he said he read all this on a video game's wiki, would it? That, and he needed leverage to ensure he would not be arrested for hacking into an ATM, "Uh... I... Learned all of that... I'm a hacker! And... I got all that information in the short time I've been here! I'm really good at what I do. Like that ATM, it was almost too easy to break into... Again, please don't arrest me."

The ninja was slightly suspicious of his explanation, but tried to believe him. "I won't... as long as you don't do anything like that again. Would you like to come with me? I'm likely going to try and find somewhere that's under attack by villains, since I've heard." Genji explained.

"Y-Yeah! That'd be great!" Stalker nodded, glancing at the sack, "So.. Uh.. What do we do about the.. Money?"

"Take it back. I'll take it and give it to authorities nearby," he replied, picking up the sack. "Though... er... I don't think I see any at the moment,"

"Uhh... I guess we should just.. Hang onto it then? Like, just until we find a cop or something," Stalker shrugged awkwardly.

"I suppose we could do that..." Genji mumbled, walking away and gesturing for Dave to follow. "Where were you from?"

"New York, but, like, a different universe," Stalker answered. With the initial SPORE under the rug, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. He was meeting a member of Overwatch for Pete's sake!

"Oh. Did you... recently enter this place?" the ninja asked again. Not wanting another Melissa incident, he tried to start some conversation, hide his slight depression, and try to avoid conversation about Mercy.

"Yeah! I only got here like.. An hour ago or something," Stalker replied happily, looking around at the sights of the future.

"I've been here since... the start of this... I don't remember. Months ago, perhaps. Are you aware of 'clashes'?"

"Oh yeah, I've heard you guys talking about it and stuff," Stalker answered, not giving any explanation as to how he would have heard anything, "So do you know where like, the other Overwatch heroes are? Like D.Va, Tracer, Symmetra, or Mercy?"

"No. We could be able to find them," Genji replied, still trying to avoid talking about Angela. "Also, how did you 'hear' about all of this?"

"Oh, uh.. You guys were in my universe for awhile. There I kinda had access to.. Well... Everything. I had cameras everywhere," Stalker explained, "A squirrel couldn't fart without me knowing about it!" Jesus Christ that sounded better in my head, he thought to himself immediately after.

Genji attempted to ignore the last comment. "Right... I remember. We could use you with your knowledge considering the Shadow Demon, and evil in general, is getting worse now." the cybernetic ninja added.

"Oh! Yeah! Totally! I could be like, your Sombra! Except.. I can't fight! But other than that I'm basically her... Also not evil!" Stalker exclaimed.

"That's pleasant..." Genji internally contemplated whether he could bring Stalker to the Champions' HQ and introduce him to the others, or simply keep going with him. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard something distant. Genji stopped walking at this, going completely silent and listening. He didn't hear it a second time when he did that. The sound was vaguely like some kind of loud, demonic roar from the distance.

"Did you hear that?" he asked Stalker, trying to make sure it wasn't his imagination.

"I.. Uh.. I think so," Stalker turned his head in the general direction of the sound.

The cyborg slowly started to walk again, hoping it was only something other than something that could kill people. But this was the Clash. The sound was heard for a second time, now a bit louder. "Something has to be approaching..." muttered Genji, turning around. It was as if the blue morning skies thundered to a red-orange color for a moment.

"Did that- Did I-.. You can handle the bad guy right?" Stalker asked nervously, "I mean, you're Genji."

"I don't even know... I might not be able to alone," Genji responded, the roar being heard for a third time. The ground shook slightly. Slowly, but surely, Genji was starting to recognize who this could possibly be. The main thing that worried him was if he could even handle the enemy without being killed. If he escaped, he would likely survive, but people would die and damage would be done. Was it best to try and sacrifice himself to save people?

"Uh.. Uhm... I.. I might be able to.. Uh.. Shoot it with like.. A pistol? Do you guys have any guns lying around?" Stalker awkwardly checked the ground for firearms.

"No... Is there some way to contact other pe-" the cyborg started, before being interrupted by the scream of a civillian. The sky reddened a bit, a flying figure visible from the distance that quickly grew closer. As it got closer, Genji could finally make out who it is. Someone he made contact with only a few hours ago.

"There's no way we're going to be able to stop it by ourselves," Genji said, turning away and bringing out a couple of shurikens. The thing suddenly landed between two buildings, lifting itself upwards as the roofs of the structures burned and crumbled, people screaming and fleeing. It was a large, orange and black dragon, that was identifiable as Deathwing.

"G-Genji.. Genjigenji," Stalker squeaked, "I.. I think we.. Should run.."

"Yes, we should run!" Genji grabbed onto Stalker's wrist tightly, dragging him and running off as Deathwing let out a piercing screech, taking a step forward and leaving the two buildings he landed on damaged. His tail swiped to the side, only damaging more buildings in the process.

As Genji was fleeing, he suddenly bumped into Springtrap, who was casually wandering through the city. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch where you're going!" Springtrap exclaimed.

"Do you not see what's going on?" the cyborg growled, pointing back at the corrupted dragon. Right as the rabbit looked at him, the dragon let out a burst of fire, causing him to shriek like a girl and duck. The fire wasn't aimed for them, though.

"OH GOD, STAY AWAY FROM THE RABBIT TOO! RUN RUN RUN RUN!" Stalker screamed, barely keeping up with Genji as he was practically dragged along the ground by the ninja, "THAT DRAGON THING IS A PAIN IN THE BUTT TO KILL! THAT RABBIT KILLS KIDS!"

"Wait, I can explain!" Springtrap squeaked, standing back up and shivering.

"Maybe while we're running." Genji said, obviously hinting to the bunny that they should run. Luckily, he caught this and began to run off as well.

"UH- WHILE WE'RE RUNNING!" he began, "I'm... Springtrap! And uh... you might know me! BUT-"

"OH GOD SPRINGTRAP IS CHASING US!" Stalker screamed in terror, "I WANNA GO HOME!"

"I CAN EXPLAIN! I'm not evil anymore! I used to kill kids, and also people when I first entered, but I've changed sides! I promise! I'd be killing you guys by now!" Springtrap shouted, already running out of breath.

"KIDS ARE PEOPLE!" Stalker screamed.

"He's on our side, okay?!" Genji interrupted, "Now-"

A building suddenly crumbled and collapsed next to them, causing the ninja to skid to the side. Deathwing stomped through the remains of the structure, nearly stepping on Springtrap as he got near.

"OH GOD! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME???" the animatronic cried out, kicking away Genji and running off. As he ran, he got reminded of something.

"Oh, right, I have a... Chaos... Emerald..." Springtrap muttered, delving a hand into his suit and bringing out, low and behold, a Chaos Emerald. "BUT WHAT'S ONE GONNA DO?!"

"A WHAT!?" Stalker gasped, "GIVE THAT TO GENJI!"

"Yes, do that!" Genji exclaimed, catching up with Springtrap.


"NO!" Stalker shouted, taking a pebble out of his pocket and throwing it at Springtrap. It had next to no effect. After all, it was a mere pebble.

"DAMMIT!" the animatronic cursed, before picking up the pebble that bounced off of him and throwing it back at Deathwing, who was still quickly approaching as he knocked over a tree, the plant coming straight for Stalker. Genji luckily got him out of the way before it could land on him.

Springtrap apparently threw the pebble at the correct time, and with the correct amount of force, as it landed straight into the corrupted dragon's mouth and into his throat. Deathwing wasn't very fazed by the pebble, but it somehow distracted him a bit. "OH MY GOD THAT ACTUALLY WORKED?! KIND OF?!" Springtrap screeched, taking this chance to run.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!" Stalker wailed, quickly patting himself, as if a limb would have gotten left behind when he was pushed out of the way of the tree. His attention snapped back to Springtrap, "GIVE GENJI THE FREAKING CHAOS EMERALD, AFTEN!"

"NEVER! I'M GONNA GIVE IT TO UNDYNE!" the rabbit replied.

"By the Gods, Springtrap, just give it to me!" Genji yelled.

"Just- Freaking take it from him, you're Genji! Punch him in the face!" Stalker insisted.

"But he's an all- forget it," the cyborg ran over to Springtrap's side as they were fleeing, elbowing his head and causing the animatronic to pathetically fall over, dropping the Chaos Emerald as well. Genji didn't hesitate to take it, causing Springtrap to scream like a little girl. He wasn't screaming at the fact that Deathwing was now right next to him, but the fact that his Chaos Emerald was stolen.

"GOOD! NOW WITH THAT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO- TCH- RUN FASTER AND YOU'RE STRONGER! SO I'M GONNA GET ON YOUR BACK AND WE'RE GONNA RUN!" Stalker shouted, before hopping onto Genji's back without a moment to spare, clinging to the cyborg for dear life.

Genji grunted at this, only being slowed down slightly by this. Luckily, he attempted to handle the extra weight and fled behind a building to momentarily think of what to do.

"HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT, GENJI??!!" Springtrap shrieked, suddenly falling from the roof of the building.


Right as he tried to run, the rabbit suddenly grabbed onto his leg. "GIVE IT BACK AND WE CAN RUN! I CAN... UH... USE MY POWERS TO TELEPORT YOU GUYS OUT OF HERE!"

"Springtrap, there is a large, deadly dragon chasing after us right now!" Genji shouted, "I'll give it back later!" he added, actually lying just as an attempt to stop Springtrap.

"Give it back!"

"I will soon!"



"NOT ANYMORE! I LITERALLY JUST TOLD YOU A MINUTE AGO!" Springtrap yelled, earning a kick from Genji. However, this time, he didn't fall over, but simply staggered. In response, the rabbit stepped on the cyborg's leg repeatedly. "Give me the emerald thingy, and then we can get out of here alive!"

"Fine, have it! Now get us out of here!" Genji grumbled, tossing the emerald to Springtrap and getting back up. The animatronic giggled out of happiness for just a moment, but his joy was taken away once he heard Deathwing crash against the building.

"Oh my God, everyone is insane," Stalker whimpered.

"OKAY! I GOT IT!" the bunny yelled, picking up both Stalker and Genji and running off, throwing them to the side for a moment. "Where is it... DON'T TELL ME I JUST LOST IT!" he screamed, desperately trying to look for something in his suit.

After a few short moments of looking, he turned back to the two. "I lost it. So let's run," he finished, before screaming out of terror and running away. Genji got back up yet again, helping Stalker up as well and sprinting off.

"YOU LOST THE CHAOS EMERALD!?" Stalker yelped.





"OKAY! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME THAT EARLIER!" Springtrap shrieked. Suddenly, all three of them poofed inside of a building. "We're safe..." he sighed in relief.

"No we're not." Genji said, gesturing to the window. While they were more distant from Deathwing, he was clearly still visible.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh.. Oh thank go-" Stalker's relief was short lived as soon as he looked out the window. With a deep breath, he slowly turned to look at Springtrap, "... How... How the hell did you manage to do all that evil stuff back then, but when you try to teleport us somewhere, you-" He put a hand to his head, giving his brow an aggravated pinch.

"I THOUGHT OF THE WRONG PLACE!" the animatronic screamed.

"Then take us-" Genji began.

"You know what? No. No. I'll use the chaos emerald," Stalker stated, "At least I know how."

"Hey! It's my first time using it! I got this!" Springtrap spat. Right as a blast of fire broke through the window, the three finally disappeared again. This time, they were actually in the correct place.

"Finally..." Genji sighed, recognizing the Champions' HQ. He turned to Springtrap, who was shivering and still holding the emerald. "Give it to Undyne."

"... O-Okay," Springtrap stammered, putting the artifact in his suit. He was lying and wanted to keep it. "L-later?"


"Okay! Fine!" the bunny exclaimed, walking away.

"Genji are you seriously going to trust a serial child murderer to give one of the most powerful objects in existence to the fish lady?" Stalker asked.

"I've been friends with Springtrap for awhile now. Literally since this has started he's helped us and has saved people. He's just... not very good at his job..." Genji groaned, putting a hand on his face.

"I'M NOT A MURDERER ANYMORE!" Springtrap called from the hallway.

"Hmph, well you obviously don't know William like I do," Stalker remarked, folding his arms. He had archived episodes of Game Theory (As well as most of YouTube), he knew all about Springtrap's crimes.

"You and your knowledge! You don't know my past in the Clashes, right? Of course not!" Springtrap retorted.

"Well, we've been keeping an eye on him. We're fine, I've had a bit of a bad past with him, but that was before he changed sides. We can trust him, but we'll still keep an eye on him." the ninja sighed.

"Well, maybe I should take care of handing over the emerald. After all, it's better in the hands of someone who knows how to use it. Some people spontaneously combust while holding it because they don't know anything about how it works," Stalker harrumphed. The part about people exploding was a complete fib, but he had already asserted himself as a source of knowledge.

"We need the emeralds, though. Sure, it could be in better hands, but Undyne and Thyrados stated that they needed it for an important project that could potentially stop the Shadow Demon." Genji argued.

"But nothing. I can give it to Undyne. Better I do it than Springtrap, even if he is 'good' now."

"Oh, come on! Just give me a chaaaance?" Springtrap called.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Undyne yelled, suddenly bursting out of her room. She looked at Springtrap, who was next to the door. He slowly handed the emerald to the tourneymaster, letting her take it.

"... Hello, Undyne. I found someone new." Genji greeted, waving as she turned to them. "Stalker."

"Wait, wait- Stalker? I know him!" the fish warrior pointed out, staring at Dave and holding the Chaos Emerald in one hand. "What're you doing here?"

"Heeey Undyne! Genji- or- I guess Springtrap brought me here!" Stalker answered awkwardly, "I said it before, but I'll say it again, you did a great job in New York."

"Thanks..? Springtrap looks traumatized," Undyne remarked.

"That's because we barely escaped being killed by Deathwing." Genji answered, causing Undyne's eye to widen.

"Oh boy, what'd he do this time?! He's really becoming a threat..." the fish warrior growled.

Genji cleared his throat, "Err... he may have destroyed the city of Santa Ana... at least, I believe that was the city."

"Becoming a threat!? Do you not know anything about Deathwing?" Dave asked, flabbergasted.

"Quiet, you! We literally just first encountered him a few hours ago!" Undyne retorted.

"Well, it's a good thing I've played a lot of World of Warcraft," Stalker proclaimed, "I know all there is to know." He did not mention that he played the MMO completely alone because the servers were gone and nobody else had the time to play World of Warcraft.

"Oh my God," the tourneymaster grumbled, placing a hand on her eyes and looking away. "Okay, look, maybe you can inform us on everything... as long as you don't be bratty about it."

"Could I suggest being nicer?" Genji suggested.

"Yes. I guess this guy can stay for now," Undyne replied. Springtrap muttered a few words under his breath, likely talking about how ridiculous it was to him to keep Dave.

"Thank you; you will not not regret this!" Stalker swore. He wished he could have been more pumped about this, but the fact that Springtrap was nearby sucked the fun out of things.

"Well, do you mind telling us some useful stuff you know about... Deathwing?" asked Undyne, exhaling. Springtrap, in the background, sat down on a bench and simply watched.

"Alright, well, it is possible for just one guy to take out Deathwing. It'll be hard, but I could, like, write up a battle plan or something. It's been awhile since I looked up stuff on him, but I should remember all the important details. I think you could definitely handle it," Stalker assured. It was a bit nerve-wracking for him to be out in the open like this, but he had an edge on everyone else: Information. As long as he had that leverage, he could keep his cool. He was untouchable. Nobody would risk harming his precious brain, filled to the brim with wikia articles and World of Warcraft YouTube guides.

"I think you could write down everything you know on a paper in the meantime.. then you could give it to me, and then we can start planning out how we could even touch him. For now, we need to find other clashers and locations that are in danger. So... while we're doing that, you can just write things down." Undyne explained.

"Oh it won't take me long to put together a guide," Stalker waved a hand, "And luckily for you, I can help with that other stuff too. Just gimme awhile and I'll get myself in all the feeds on Earth. Any information you need, you'll have it."

"Okay, good. Just take your time, because we're gonna need to actually... survive." Undyne said.


"AHHHH!" Melissa screamed as her fist pounded against a now-crumbling brick wall. With each punch she let out another scream, her violent breakdown attracting some attention from those who happened to walk by the alley she hid herself in, but managed to scare them off quickly after they paid her any mind.

She eventually collapsed through the wall into a building that was thankfully uninhabited at the moment. Her fingernails dug into her skin as her fists were clenched as tightly as they could go. A few tears dripped down onto the rubble strewn across the floor. She remained on the ground, shivering as a few quiet whimpers escaped her lips. There were a few furious roars from Deathwing in the distance.

The roars went uncomprehended by the ex-Nazi. All she could think about was Angela.

Of all the people that had to die, it had to be the one person Melissa truly cared about.

She shouldn't have been so surprised.

This is normal.

Friendships never last in the Clash.

Love only leads to heartbreak.

There's no escaping the cycle of Clashes. Melissa did not even have the luxury of death as a means of escape.

She swore to herself before that she wouldn't get involved. She developed an unattractive bitterness to stave off potential friends, potential lovers.

But she was weak. She couldn't help but fall for Mercy's kindness. She thought that, because Mercy had developed a means of pseudo-immortality, things might be different.

Despite how often she pushed others away, in truth, Melissa hated being alone.

But in the end, loneliness was an easier burden to bear.

"... Why..." She sputtered out, crying as she was still braced against the ground. Why did she have to endure this? Immortality meant an eternity of loneliness, or well, not truly. A part of her knew this would happen again at some point. She would try to find someone else, only to lose them as a result of their death or simple separation as Melissa is pulled into another Clash.

Not only that, but she could never enjoy the simple delight of sleep. The very force that kept her alive haunted her dreams; and even in her conscious moments, Melissa staved off a barrage of corruptive influences.

She just wanted this all to end.

She hated the Clash so much.

It was nothing but a cycle of give and take with dramatic flair.

It would suck innocents into a series of chaotic events, blessing them with combat experience, wisdom, and even fantastical abilities...

But it would take the lives they once had, slaughter them or those they cared for, or take the lives of countless bystanders who did not ask to have their world invaded by this twisted story.

That's all it was to whatever higher powers who were pulling the strings, wasn't it?

Just a story, a means of entertainment.

And in the end, Melissa's suffering, the suffering of the other clashers, the suffering of the natives of countless ruined universes...

That suffering would be disregarded in favor of celebrating defeating the 'big bad'. All the pain would be justified in their eyes, for the puppetmasters had killed the enemy that they had been controlling the entire time.

She hated the Clash so much.

"COWER IN FEAR" EropsToad, 2016



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Lævatein would not this setback deter her. She had no doubt in her skills at swordplay. However, allowing enemies of Múspell to escape like the stretchy girl and the boy with the beast... That was unacceptable.


Lævatein drew her sword and pointed it towards the direction of the voice. “Show yourself.”

“Ay, so pushy! You need to learn to relax,” said a Mexican woman, phasing next to Lævatein. She was covered in a pink, blue, and purple jumpsuit, and heavily made up. Her jumpsuit had strange gloves with attachments that appeared to be fingernails, though a low electrical hum emitted from the woman’s hands.

Lævatein swung her sword towards the woman’s abdomen. The woman yelped and sucked her stomach in.

“Like I said, relax! I’m not here to hurt you, amiga,” the woman insisted. “In fact, I have to say, your swordplay is muy excelante.” The woman, calming down, smiled mysteriously at Lævatein. “I am Sombra; that is all you need to know about me. I’ve been watching you and your papá... I’m quite impressed with you, amiga.”

“Are you a spy?” Lævatein accused.

“Of sorts, but I’m not here to piss you off. Or report on you for that matter; rather, I’m here because I’m interested in your work.”

Lævatein turned away. “I am a princess of Múspell, and a blade of the fire king Surtr. I serve only he. Leave, before I cut you down.”

Sombra pouted. “Oh, come now, don’t be like that. I’m not asking you to be my servant, or my slave, or whatever it is you think I want you to be. It’s as simple as you scratch my back, I scratch yours.”

Lævatein remained silent.

“Look. I know a lot more about this world than you do, amiga. I’ve been in practically every database known to modern society! And I’m in the middle of putting together something huge. Something that might affect you and your papá.” Sombra emphasized the latter part.

Lævatein turned back towards Sombra. “What do you know?”

“What I do know, I cannot say out loud, since it’d jeapordize my whole mission. But it’s big, and if it happens, your papá will not be among the survivors,” Sombra replied.

“Impossible. Father’s fire will protect him,” Lævatein insisted.

“If my hunches are correct… and I sure hope they aren’t, of course, then your papá’s fire is gonna blow out like a birthday candle.” Sombra looked straight into Lævatein’s eyes. “I know you’re loyal to your father; if you really cared about him, if you wanted to prove your loyalty, you’d get any information necessary to protect him. Knowledge is power. Let me be your eyes. All I need in return is a couple of favors, a few people driven here or there. That’s it.”

“So how’s about it, amiga? You do me some teensy-weensy little favors, and I give you the information you need to keep this whatever-it-is from making your daddy go bye-bye, hm?” Sombra asked, smiling sweetly towards Lævatein. “I’ll even sweeten the deal a bit. I’ll divert some of my associates’ employees towards anyone you wish, right this moment. Give you a little taste of what our agreement has to offer.”

Lævatein mused for a bit. “I drove off two enemies of the state of Múspell today,” she said. “Draw them to me, and I will honor our agreement.”

Sombra smiled. “Tell me what they look like.”


Lillie turned a corner, with Buzzwole buzzing behind her. She wasn’t watching where she was going, and she ended up slamming into Peacock.

“OW! Hey! Watch it, palooka!” Peacock snapped, getting up and stamping her foot in a huff.

“O-Oh! Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking,” Lillie said.

Buzzwole, however, loomed over Peacock and spread its wings in a gesture of intimidation.

“No! Stop!” Lillie pleaded, turning back towards Buzzwole and waving her hands. “It’s okay! It was just an accident…”

Buzzwole fluttered its wings once, and then flexed like Johnny Bravo behind Lillie.

“Alright, pretty girl, who were ya runnin’ from?” Peacock asked, looking Lillie up and down. “You’re dripping with sweat, kid.”

“There were these men in gray suits… they were from Team Rocket,” Lillie replied.

“Team who-now?” Peacock repeated, narrowing her eyes. “Look, I’m havin’ a pretty bad day. A buncha my buddies are missing, and I need my answers straight.”

“I’m sorry,” Lillie said. “Team Rocket is a crime organization based in Kanto… but I thought they were completely disbanded nearly 18 years ago. I don’t know what they’re doing here, but they were after Neb— after me for some reason.”

Peacock itched her chin. “Huh. You got a buncha mafia palookas chasin’ after you? Probably about whatever’s in that bag, eh?”

Lillie drew her gym bag back a little bit, cautiously eyeing Peacock.

“Nah, nah, I’m not gonna pry. Keep your hat on, pretty girl,” Peacock said, waving her gloved hand. “Looks like you also netted yourself a big ol’ bouncer to keep ya safe, eh?”

Buzzwole stopped flexing and stared at Peacock with those bulbous red lenses that appeared to be its eyes.

Peacock folded her arms. “Well, tell ya what, kid. I’m coming with, no ifs ands or buts. You’ve got somethin’ important in that sack, and my superiors would be reeeeal pissed if I passed up an opportunity to stop a potential catastrophe.”

“You want to… travel with me?” Lillie asked.

“Well, not so much travel as keep you, your mosquito guy, and your bag safe. After all, there’s been a buncha wackjobs running out and about lately, and I’m not sure if I feel comfortable ditching you at this point. Bad things happen to kiddies who get left alone in the middle of a war zone.”

Peacock wrapped her arm around Lillie. “Call me Peacock, or Patty, or whatever you want, I don’t give a damn. Just keep that bag safe, and it’ll make our lives a whole lot easier.”

“Uhhh…” Lillie mumbled, her eyes darting off to the side. Peacock didn’t seem that much older than she. But she carried herself with a sort of vaudeville charisma that drew attention.

“Now if you run into any funny-lookin’ palookas around here, either stick with me and hope they’re friendly or have Mr. Mosquito Muscle Man over there teach ‘em a lesson, ka-peesh?” Peacock said, escorting Lillie down the sidewalk. “We’ll find a cheap motel to stay in. Preferably away from the burnin’ stuff.”


“You’ve all come at a terrible time for this world,” said Dr. Ziegler, running a checkup on Fjorm as Ribby and Croaks sat twiddling their thumbs. “Chaos suddenly erupted all across the globe, and there are reports of some sort of… dragon… that decimates entire cities. The world’s militaries could do nothing against it. And of course, there’s the flaming army right here in California as well…”

Fjorm’s expression darkened. “Yes. The army of Múspell, led by its king, Surtr. He will stop at nothing to put all of the world under his thumb; he desires one thing only: to be the one man to rule them all. He will destroy all in his way to do that.”

Dr. Ziegler turned to the television. Events going on all over the globe were flashing by on the ticker tape.

“This just in: rumors of unsanctioned Overwatch activity in response to the fires going on in Los Angeles right now. Witnesses have reported sightings of the Overwatch agent Lena Oxton, known to the team as Tracer, collaborating with some sort of… cavalier? And what appears to be a swordswoman. We are still reaching out to the Los Angeles police department for comment. This is a developing story…”

Dr. Ziegler sighed. “Before, Overwatch would be on the forefront of these sorts of disasters. My God, what happened?” she sighed.

“You’re part of these Overwatch schn—“ Croaks started, before Ribby smacked him in the mouth.

“Guys! Overwatch guys, he meant,” Ribby saved.

Dr. Ziegler stood up and patted Fjorm on the shoulder. “It looks like you were suffering minor heat exhaustion. Nothing I cannot treat,” she said, before walking to the window and peeking through the blinds.

“During the Omnic crisis, Overwatch was hailed as a group of heroes who kept the populace safe from the war,” Dr. Ziegler said. “However, our group fell into disarray, and accusations of political corruption turned the valor of Overwatch into murky shame.”

Dr. Ziegler turned back towards Fjorm, Ribby, and Croaks. “My greatest desire is to help the people of the world live in peace. Overwatch must be recalled, no matter what. It’s fortunate that the other agents realize this as well, but we cannot do it alone. I’ve been advised to find anyone who arrived here from another universe and employ them in the service of Overwatch in order to combat these menaces. But only if you agree.”

Fjorm sat and sighed. “Surtr is my problem; if you are to make it yours as well, then I will gladly lend you my lance of ice.”

“Yeah! Count us in! Who do these schmucks think they are, runnin’ around, destroying whatever looks at ‘em funny?” Ribby snapped, before spotting the potted plant in the corner of the room in his peripheral. “YOU GOT A PROBLEM, PUNK?!” Ribby suddenly shouted, before lunging at the plant and getting into a one-sided wrestling match with it.

Croaks winced.

“We can’t just take on a big ol’ army alone!” Croaks protested.

“Indeed,” Fjorm agreed. “Which is why we must search for others who share our goals in quelling this disaster.

“Once my associates are finished with their repairs on one of our operatives’ transport devices, that will become easier,” Dr. Ziegler said. “For now, however, you must first rest.”

“Yeah, don’t wear yourself out, toots,” Croaks said, patting Fjorm on the head.

Dr. Ziegler opened her bag, and began to unfold what appeared to be a caduceus. “This is an advanced marvel of medical technology,” she said. “You’ll feel better after I use it.”


“Phew! That’s the last of ‘em,” Tracer said.

Thankfully, the streets had become safe enough for the fire department and paramedics to arrive. Surtr’s fires may have been unquenchable around the Múspellian forces, but away from their source of power, they diminished under the pressure of good old H2O.

Reinhardt had joined Celica and Tracer in securing the civilians, and these survivors were being led away from the backlots by emergency workers, who had turned the other cheek in terms of the whole Overwatch-activity-being-illegal thing.

“Amazing how we were able to get that many people out even without the proper equipment,” Tracer remarked. “You must have magic powers or something!”

“Well, I come from a priory,” Celica replied.

Reinhardt nodded to Tracer and Celica. “Lady Celica, there are two more men who I wish for you to meet. Both are princes of a nation known as Nohr,” Reinhardt said.

“Nohr?” Celica asked. “Isn’t that a kingdom of legend?”

“I have heard the legends of the conflict between Hoshido and Nohr, but I believed those to be stories… at least until the crown prince and his brother arrived here,” Reinhardt replied. “If we are to deter the flaming menace that is Múspell, we must amass as many allies as we can.”

“Agreed,” Celica said. “Take me to them, then.”

“Right-o! You two do that, and I’ll take care of the civilians,” Tracer said, before saluting Celica and Reinhardt and running off.

“An interesting one, that Tracer,” Reinhardt remarked.

“She’s a good-natured person, with a good heart, I think,” Celica replied. “Well, no use keeping the princes waiting, right?”

Celica had to wonder, however… how were her friends doing?


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Zandoo, Erops, and Aethetic

Gothenburg, Sweden

”...Blasted accelerator, can’t make heads or tails of it,” grumbled Torbjörn, Overwatch’s top mechanical engineer. The short bearded Swede hammered something, and tossed his hammer onto the table. “The ape’s still busy, can’t believe it...“

A ring at the door and a sturdy knock roused Torbjörn from his work. “It’s open!” Torbjörn called.

The door blasted open, and a gigantic knight burst into the room, removing his helmet to expose a grizzled, one-eyed, but jovial face. “Happy holidays, my old friend!”he bellowed in a German accent.

”Happy holidays, Reinhardt,” Torbjörn called back, getting up from his chair. He extended his work claw, and Reinhardt returned with a hearty shake. Torbjörn turned to Reinhardt’s side, making eye contact with the toned woman standing next to the Crusader. “And happy holidays to you, Brigitte. Thanks to you both for making the holiday trip, eh?”

”It’d be a crime to not visit you, Dad,” Brigitte replied, chuckling.

”Have a seat,” Torbjörn offered. “Reinhardt, can I get you something to drink?”

”Ah, I’m alright for the night,” Reinhardt replied. “I can see you’re busy at work with your...” Reinhardt gestured To Torbjörn‘s work table. “...Thingy.”

“Ah, yes. The large accelerator. I’m hoping to finish the tune-up before Christmas eve, but Winston hasn’t been taking my calls!” Torbjörn huffed.

”Well, I can understand, what with the recent influx of crazy, terrible things happening across the world,” Reinhardt replied, waving to an old television on Torbjörn‘s table. It was broadcasting the news. “In other news, I heard Tracer and McCree found another man who goes by the name of Reinhardt! Oho, what a coincidence!” Reinhardt laughed.

Reinhardt’s expression turned serious. “The world crises cannot be stopped alone. We are working on getting help from these extrauniversal entities, are we?” Reinhardt asked. “I know Angela’s been dispatched to a California hospital. Imagine that! She’s down in sunny California, and we’re freezing our old keisters up here in Sweden! Ha!” Reinhardt let out another jovial laugh.

Torbjörn snorted. “Any damages to report on your crusader suit?” he asked.

”Nah,” Reinhardt replied, waving his hand. ”What a crime it’d be to visit you during the holidays just for that! Transportation these days is a marvel, but still.”

Torbjörn changed the channel. “The Outback, Cairo, Hollywood, the Vatican, Buenos Aires... Is there any part of the world not on fire? Where do you think you’ll go after you leave here?”

”Possibly the Vatican,” Reinhardt replied, tapping the screen as a frantic Italian reporter chattered. “It’s the closest.”

Torbjörn nodded. “Don’t die.”

”If I do, it will be with glory!“ Reinhardt declared, raising his fist.

”It would be better to not die period.”

”Of course. But I won’t let this world fall. I’ll be its shield! After all, that‘s what the Crusaders were for: to be the shield of Germany!”

Reinhardt and Brigitte retreated to Torbjörn’s lounge, as Torbjörn continued to work.

Torbjörn decided to check on one of his turrets. While his back was turned, however, an electrical burst flashed from behind him, and he heard a loud CRUNCH coming from the floorboards.

Torbjörn turned around and sighed. It looked like someone had taken the cab of an excavator and given it arms and legs. A girl’s head stuck out of the top.

”Idiot didn’t even wear a helmet,” Torbjörn grumbled, taking his claw and pulling the machine upright. On closer inspection, it was much more sophisticated than he had initially thought. It still crashed into his floorboards, but the crash looked more as if the machine were thrown into the ground.

”Speak of the devil,” Reinhardt remarked, standing up and walking towards the machine. He tapped the girl inside on the head. “Hello? Are you awake?”

”Brigitte, go get my smelling salts,” Torbjörn called.


She woke up to the smelling salts.

”Young lady, what are you doing operating a heavy-duty piece of sophisticated engineering like this with no helmet on? You could have gotten killed,” Torbjörn scolded.

”Wh-what?” Mechanica shook her head and stared at Torbjörn, Reinhardt, and Brigitte. “Who are you people?”

“Good! She is awake!” Reinhardt said.

Torbjörn produced a yellow helmet with a built in headset and goggles. “You were out cold long enough for me to cobble this. Consider it a Christmas gift and a warning, little one. Wear your helmet, dammit!”

Mechanica stared at the helmet. It was basically a bicycle helmet, but a little more technologically advanced. Torbjörn had even taken the time to paint red and white caution stripes along the rim (which made Mechanica question how long she had been out for).

”What’s your name?” Torbjörn asked.

”M-Mechanica, sir,” Mechanica replied.

Reinhardt snorted. “An apt name,” he remarked.

“Did you build this machine yourself?” Torbjörn asked, using his claw to lift up one of the suit’s ARMS.

”Yes. My friend Go Go helped with the electromagnetic upgrades, and the good professor Usoara helped with an alternative power source...” Mechanica explained.

Torbjörn nodded. “Not half bad. Looked like the turbines got misaligned in your crash, and there were some dings that would have messed up the way you moved. I couldn’t let a little girl in a robot sit in my floorboards damaged like that. You did a good job with the cushioning, though. No injuries on your part. Not even head trauma. You got lucky.”

”Who are you?” Mechanica asked.

Torbjörn thumped his chest. “I’m Torbjörn Lindholm. This is my daughter Brigitte, and my good friend Reinhardt.”

”A pleasure to meet you, Mechanica!” Reinhardt boomed.

”Well, thank you for fixing my suit, Mr. Lindholm... and for the helmet.”

”That was nothing I couldn’t handle,” Torbjörn scoffed, waving his hand. Just what he liked to see. A girl in charge of her machines. “Please, call me Torbjörn.”

Reinhardt laughed. “Why not stay here for a while? It’s better than braving the cold of Sweden until you die of exposure!”

”Gee, thanks for the mental image,” Mechanica drawled.

Mechanica turned to the work table. “What’s this?” she asked.

”An enlarged chronal accelerator. I can’t make heads or tails of the gorilla’s work,” Torbjörn grumbled, scratching his head.

“I bet Prof. Usoara could help with that,” Mechanica replied. “Or myself, though I’m more of a mechanical engineer than anything...”

"What could Professor Usoara help with?" Asked the professor himself from behind the group.

Torbjörn, Mechanica, Reinhardt, and Brigitte turned around.

”Wow,” Mechanica remarked. “That was literally a cartoon moment.”

"A... Cartoon?" Usoara blinked, lowering his mask and waving to everyone, "Hello everyone, I am Usoara Aducator."

The introductions were all made once again.

”So we’re not going to have anyone else pop out of the walls after this, right?” Reinhardt joked.

Usoara let out a short snicker before taking a look around. "So what was it you mentioned I could help with?" He inquired.

"I'm glad you asked," Torbjörn replied, walking over to the workbench and firmly grasping the accelerator. "This is a machine that stabilizes the wearer at any point in time; it was developed after one of our fellow Overwatch agents, Lena, had an accident that desynchronized the flow of time around her. This one is designed for mass transport, and I want to get it finished before the holiday season when its wearer, another one of our agents, needs it. But I can't seem to make heads or tails of how to fix it; I was simply told that it doesn't have enough power and that it's a struggle for it to carry out its function during the night it's supposed to be used."

"Oh.. I can easily.. Help with that.." The professor mumbled, clearly in awe of the device. There had been many attempts in legends of those who tried to manipulate time, but no stories of successes. In fact, every tale he had studied taught the moral that time was to not be messed with whatsoever, that even the deities refused to dabble in such things.

"And... If it has enough power... It works?" He asked, his scholarly curiosity overriding any fearful reluctance.

"Well, if it has enough power, it doesn't shut down in the middle of use, endangering the user," Torbjörn replied. "We've had to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop to get this thing to work every year, and we're working on making travel with it more reliable. With the sudden incursion of world crises, we need to get Overwatch around the globe very quickly."

To interrupt their conversation, there was a slow, deliberate rasping at the door.

"Reinhardt, go see what that is," Torbjörn said, before turning back to Usoara.

Reinhardt hefted his hammer and slung it over his shoulder, before going to the door and looking through the eye hole.

There at the door, was Winston. Clad in his usual suit of armor. However, he didn't look as if he came here with good news. His long, black hairs were ruffled and matted as if he had went through a struggle of some kind. His eyes were visibly bloodshot, and a forlon look rested within them. He had witnessed something terrible no doubt.

"Hey, Torby?" Reinhardt said, turning back towards Torbjörn. "I think Winston's just answered your call."

Reinhardt opened the door. "Winston, Winston, Winston!" the Crusader declared. "Come in; don't freeze out there."

Winston nodded and came in from the cold. Despite his own hairiness, the low density of them did little to insulate him from the biting wind. "I come here, but I don't bring good news myself." He said somberly, scraping the snow off of his hands and feet. "Mercy is... she's gone."

Torbjörn turned towards Winston. "What do you mean?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

Reinhardt folded his arms. "She was reported going to California last we checked," he added.

"I saw her murder, at the hands of some being they call the 'shadow demon'. I recall Genji being present at the time. If she is here, then she was a Mercy from another dimension. That would be my leading theory anyways."

"From another dimension..." Reinhardt mused. "We've been tasked with finding people like that; if one version of Mercy has been killed by this 'shadow demon' then the other will be in danger as well... perhaps along with the rest of Overwatch."

"A logical conclusion. I've attempted to warn others, but a growing force across Southern Europe has put the rest of the mainland into practical lock-down. The living dead, or Von Carsteins as they call themselves. I've found the energy that suffuses around them to be an exact match to the readings near Cairo. Whatever's going down in the city, it's about to get even worse."

Reinhardt growled under his breath. "Torby, you have to finish that machine as quickly as possible," Reinhardt said. "Winston... Where to? Say the word, and I will be on the front lines, shield at the ready."

Winston pulled up a map on his wrist. Tracking the cloud-coverage that followed the Vampire Counts as they marched forth. "It seems they're marching on Vienna. Already swallowed several outlier towns."

"You got some kind of plan?"

"I have a theory. Judging by how they organize their forces. The vast majority of their forces are puppets so to speak. Being controlled and animated by a select few. If you take out the individuals commanding them, they should fall apart. That's the issue though. They're in command of what is practically magic. I imagine shield technology could provide protection, but conventional armor will not." The gorilla looked around sheepishly. "Apologies for the uneeded depth... I suppose we should get going?"

"Indeed," Reinhardt replied. "If there is magic abound, however, it'd likely serve us to find allies who may be able to combat that. Torby, I'm counting on you. I'll make it back in one piece, don't you worry."

"Bah! Just don't get yourself killed. Parts are replaceable," Torbjörn scoffed.

Reinhardt let out a hearty laugh, then held out his massive hand for Torbjörn to shake. He then looked at Usoara and Mechanica.

"Sorry I couldn't stay for the holidays; crisis calls, and I, a Crusader and a member of Overwatch, must answer!" he declared.

Usoara blinked and shook his head a little. "Hm? What? Oh, were you talking to me? I was looking over this device," The professor said with slight embarrassment. He couldn't help himself from scanning the design of the machine, admiring all its little details.

"Right, the device," Reinhardt replied. "Very important. Winston, let us off."

"I'll stop by later to fiddle with it." Winston commented, before trudging out the door. Letting out a grunt as his bare hands sank into the snow. "Should've designed gloves to go with this suit." He mumbled to himself.

"Well, I have good news.. Erm.. 'Torby', was it?" Usoara inquired.

"Torbjörn," Torbjörn replied. "And any news is appreciated."

"Apologies, Torbjörn. While they were talking about whatever it is they were talking about, I went ahead and enchanted your device. Your power issue is no longer an issue," Usoara explained with a proud grin, "If you would like, I can explain exactly how the enchantment works." The professor was always looking for an excuse to promote electromancy.

Torbjörn looked down at the accelerator and glanced to Usoara. "Well, that was quick... You said 'enchanted.' Are you some kind of magician?"

"What, no, of course not," The professor replied, clearly offended by such a term, "I've spent years, the majority of my life, studying electromancy. 'Magicians' are manipulative hacks who trick others into believing they have access to what is only attainable through such rigorous study."

"Huh. In this world, we call those kinds of people 'shams,'" Torbjörn replied. "There once was an American showman who later dedicated his work to sniffing those out. In any case, magician or electrician, you've piqued my interest."

"Well, this particular enchantment is actually rather basic. An enchantment itself is nothing more than a command embedded into an object. In this case, the device pulls energy from its surroundings to power itself. That energy is then replaced by the energy around it, like a vacuum," Usoara explained, making slight hand gestures as he spoke, "In fact, that is why many refer to this enchantment as the 'Power Vacuum'. Some mistake it for a way of creating energy out of thin air with how efficient it is; when really, it just pulls the energy out of thin air." He loved telling that line.

"So basically you've turned it into some kind of Thor's hammer battery," Torbjörn summed up. "And it's done with words? No circuits or gizmos pulling electrons out of the air?"

"Not words necessarily. For those not attuned to magic, it is just easier to describe it simply as a 'command'," Usoara clarified, "I could go in depth on that technicality, but I have a feeling you would rather not sit through an hour long lecture at the moment. Rest assured, you will never run into an issue concerning a lack of power when using this device."

"Perhaps when we have the time," Torbjörn replied. "At the moment, this thing needs to go to its rightful owner."

Torbjörn turned up the radio. The announcer was speaking rapidly in Swedish. "You prefer English, right?" Torbjörn asked, turning back to Mechanica and Usoara.

"English or Japanese. Probably English, though, if Prof. Usoara wants to listen," Mechanica replied.

"So many different languages... Yes, English, please," Usoara said with a nod. He wondered if there were more languages in his world before it was blanketed in darkness.

"...Fires now being put out at Hollywood, as the advance of the army appears to have slowed down. The media's starting to get a little more coverage on the story due to the lack of what appear to be wyverns assaulting the aerial camera crew..."

"Hollywood's on fire?" Mechanica wondered.

"Big nasty army showed up outta nowhere," Torbjörn explained. "Several other Overwatch members were on the case already."

Mechanica fiddled with the dials a bit.

"...What appears to be a medieval army, along with weapons that resemble books, is now advancing upon Stockholm, Sweden; they appear to be led by two men with axes, one of which is reported to have said something about... 'bad mutton?' Witnesses reported a young girl dressed as some form of royalty appearing to command, or threaten, these men, before sending them to ravage the city. Efforts to stop this advance have resulted in failure, as the army appears to be highly trained, with these book-shaped weapons proving to be more than a match for Sweden's military..."

Torbjörn gritted his teeth. "Brigitte," Torbjörn growled, "finish setting up the accelerator for delivery. I'm going to Stockholm."

Mechanica looked at Usoara. "I think we should come with. You think so?" she asked, looking up at the professor.

"I'll help end this chaos in any way I can," The professor answered with a nod.

Mechanica ran to her fighting suit and climbed into it--

"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY, GIRL!" Torbjörn yelled, whipping around as soon as he heard this. "If you're going to come, use the garage door!"


Torbjörn led Mechanica and Usoara to a hover truck parked outside the garage. Its hovering wheels were disengaged, so they were currently in a resting, parked position. Torbjörn pushed down on a pedal underneath the truck, which prompted the lift to lower.

"Park the suit in there," Torbjörn instructed. "That way we can carry it to Stockholm. It's a bit of a drive."

"My word... To think you made something like this without magic," Usoara remarked.

"Most cars hover nowadays. Reduces friction," Torbjörn replied. "They don't usually go more than a foot off the ground, since air traffic is bad enough already with airplanes. Bah!" Torbjörn shook his head. "Get in the truck. I'll turn on the radio so we know exactly what's happening."

After Mechanica loaded her suit, Torbjörn loaded several toolkits, parts, and even fully-built constructions into the truck.

"What are those?" Mechanica asked.

"Turrets," Torbjörn replied. "I love 'em. They solve all my problems."

"Hm.. How do you control them?" Usoara inquired.

"Automatic," Torbjörn replied. "Identification friend-or-foe system."

"So... If I am understanding you correctly... It shoots enemies on its own, and it can decide who is the enemy?" The Professor asked, bewildered.

"Exactly," Torbjörn replied.

"Fascinating. It seems our worlds have advanced in their own ways," Usoara remarked.

Torbjörn nodded, then started up the truck. "I hope we aren't too late," he muttered.

The truck shuddered, and began to hover off the ground, levitating what appeared to be far more than one foot.

"I thought you said cars only floated a little bit off the ground!" Mechanica shouted over the roar of engines.

"I said MOST cars!" Torbjörn shouted back. "You're going to want to hold onto something!"

The truck began to accelerate, and Mechanica gripped onto a steel bar running parallel to the wall. The truck sped forth, traveling as fast as an airplane, Torbjörn laughing heartily as its speed picked up.

"It's four hours via the roads!" Torbjörn explained. "We don't have that kind of time!"

"So how long will this take?" Mechanica asked.

"Oh, probably thirty to forty-five minutes at the most," Torbjörn replied.

"Four hours via the roads!?" Usoara repeated, baffled, "Who the- Who designed your infrastructure!?"

"Look, Stockholm is on the other side of the country," Torbjörn said. "I'm talking four hours of a straight line. Hypertrain would have been an option, but we really can't wait."

"... This country must be enormous," Usoara mused.

"Sweden is longer than it is wide," Torbjörn replied. "We've got to travel about 470 kilometers. Thankfully, we're making good time."

"Kilometer? That would mean... Kilo.. Meter... How big is this country in relation to the rest of your world?" Usoara questioned.

"Sweden? It's fairly on the small side," Torbjörn replied, keeping the truck stable in the air as he drove. "About 450,000 square kilometers of island."

"450,000 square kilometers!?" Usoara's mind was completely blown. He could not even imagine anything that large.

"If that surprised you, I'm not sure if I want to tell you how big Russia is. You'd faint," Torbjörn teased.

"... To think... That is small here... I almost want to say you're just joking with me," Usoara shook his head, "I did not know anything could be that.. We don't even use kilometers where I am from." Thankfully, he recognized the prefix 'kilo'.

"Well, see for yourself," Torbjörn said, flipping a few switches, before opening the glove compartment and pulling out a political map of Sweden.

The professor quickly grabbed the map and looked it over. No matter how hard he tried, he found it impossible to really picture how big Sweden was in his mind. All he had known was the compact city that was Regat. It was actually rather depressing to see how small everything he knew was in comparison to this Sweden; and to know that he spent so much of his life in such a minuscule space.

"Regat, where I come from, is roughly 1,800 meters in diameter... Everything beyond that is shrouded in darkness..." Usoara mumbled, "To think nations could have once been this large, and yet be considered small..."

Then the world blew up. The end.

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Sveena had spent nearly an hour simply cuddling the traumatized Flandre, keeping the vampire warm in her lap and embrace as she quietly hummed Yankee Doodle. She was not sure what else she could do for the poor girl, for she had not seen what Flandre had seen. From the little vampire, however, there was absolutely zero response. As a matter of fact, it was difficult to tell whether or not there existed a hint of consciousness within Flandre’s mind, as she seemed more like she was in a coma rather than anything, albeit with her eyes wide open. And within her eyes were blank emptiness. Drizzle and her god Yami had effectively cleansed Flandre’s mind, like an eraser on a dry erase marker, or isopropyl alcohol in a colony of mold.

Flandre was a blank slate.

"Oh Flandre... Please..." Sveena whimpered, moving her head down to see if maybe, hopefully the vampire had just fallen asleep. Unfortunately, as far as Sveena could tell, Flandre was 'awake', "Please.. Say... Something." It broke Sveena's heart to see Flandre like this, even moreso because there was nothing the Enclavian could do to help.


Siv... Frank... Nive... Slaanesh...

They were pretty smart. Surely one of them could help.

"Hey.. Hey Flandre? Do you wanna meet my other friends? They're... They're really nice," Sveena offered, doing her best to smile through her tears. Again, though, there was no response from the vampire.

The Enclavian frowned, her ears drooping slightly as she slowly rose from the ground with Flandre in her arms. In a gentle flash of green light, the two were just outside the Palace of Pleasure. It seemed rather quiet, albeit for the constant beat of the Noise Marines and their blaring dubstep within the fortress' walls.

"Mmm..." Sveena hesitated. Loud dubstep was probably not what Flandre needed right now. Rather than going in, the Enclavian looked in the general direction the sky and softly called out, "Slaanesh? Slaanesh, can you come here, please? You can hear me, right?"

From a puff of arromatic, rose-colored smoke, Slaanesh appeared before the Enclavian. "Oh hey...." she greeted, an uncharacteristic tone sounding as if she didn't want to be talking to Sveena, "What... what're you doing here?"

"Well, um, I know you're probably still doing your party and stuff, but... My friend needs help," Sveena gestured her head sorrowfully to the vampire in her arms, "I thought maybe you or.. Frank.. Or Nive.. Maybe Siv could help."

"Oh... well, what do you need? The party ended a while ago. We had an.. uninvited guest trash the place..." Slaanesh tried to appear quirky, but was visibly uncomfortable when the Enclavian brought up her friends.

"Oh, um.. Well... I don't really know what she needs," Sveena admitted, "She's just.. Been like this ever since someone called Drizzle came and did something to her... I.. I really want to help her, but.. I.." Tears welled up in the Enclavian's eyes, "I don't know what to do..."

"Hmmm. I... uh... The goddess struggled to find the words to make her next sentence, "I... lemme see her. Maybe I can help..."

"Thanks, Slaanesh," Sveena gently handed Flandre over to her fellow Warp God, a small smile on her face. She was grateful to have a friend like Slaanesh.

"Oh.. that's a... oh that's.. that's bad." Slaanesh grumbled, simply looking at Flandre, "I'm sorry but... I really am not the one to ask for help here. The only guy who'd fix this would be Tzeentch, but he's still a stiff, so I doubt he'll be around any time soon. So, could you leave, please? I still have things to clean up from the party and... and they just won't work..." The pleasure god's posture slumped, "Oh, I'm terrible at this." She muttered audibly.

Yet another issue as a result of Tzeentch's absence. Would it have been better if Sveena had gone with Kairos' original pl- "Wait, what won't work?" Sveena asked, taking Flandre back into her arms, "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all! What makes you say that?" Slaanesh denied, standing proper again as she plastered on a fake smile.

"You said something isn't working, and that you're terrible at something, and you looked really sad," Sveena replied, shifting Flandre in her arms so she could put a fuzzy hand on Slaanesh's shoulder, "Is there something I can do to help?"

Slaanesh stared at the hand on her shoulder and sighed, "No, but there's something I should probably show you before too long. I... I screwed up."

A portal appeared next to the Chaos God, and she beckoned Sveena and her Flandre into it. Curiously, Sveena stepped forth into the portal to find A small room, akin to a shed, but much more elegant in style, as was everything of Slaanesh's. On a table sat three jars, mold-encrusted and old, which contrasted heavily with the clean environment around them. Inside each were white lights, beaming brightly inside their containers.

"Letting Wolfe near you was a big mistake on my part," Slaanesh began, "After he... did what he did, the 'uninvited guest', probably told off by your frog friends, showed up, killed him, and ruined my realm. I tried to save what I could, but... Your friends... they're... they're gone. Except for their souls. I had to borrow a few of Nurgle's special jam jars, I'm sure he won't notice, but... I saved their souls. But I can't really fix them, put them back in a body." She handed Sveena one that was labeled "Frank", "I'm so sorry."

"Fuh.... Fuhhh," Sveena's chest shuddered as she stared at the little jar. She dropped Flandre (Who was caught by a bush the Enclavian willed to grow through the ground) before crumpling to her knees. "Fff... Frank..." She whimpered out while cradling the jar in both hands. Ever since she had left the Commonwealth, Frank was there for her. He was her first friend in this mess. He did so much for Sveena, taught her so much. He had been so patient with her constant questions, forgave her for when she had run off with Yukari, protected her when she first encountered Lucius.

He was the reason she was even alive right now. He was the reason she had become the other Sveena's replacement. She clutched the jar to her chest and sobbed, before feebly reaching up for the other two to hold them close as well.

Nive, for all his snark and outward aloofness, had shown a softer side to Sveena before. He reconciled her relationship with Siv after the attack in Nurgle's Garden. He was so thoughtful then, doubly so when he got her a dictionary. "N-Nive...." She managed to blubber out inbetween sobs, ".. Zelivas..."

Zelivas was always so awkward, but always seemed eager to please Sveena, and to help others. She was so happy she spared his life. Seeing him grow as a person, changing from a mindless worshiper to his own person whose care felt genuine...

"This is all my fault..." She squeaked out.

"No, it's not, Sveena," Slaanesh sighed, "It's Wolfe's fault... and mine..."

"No... I'm supposed.. I'm supposed to make people happy... I couldn't make myself want to make him happy..." The Enclavian shuddered, "It... It was only rape because I didn't want it..."

"What- no! He wasn't suppose to do that to you! He wasn't supposed to lay a finger on you! Now he's... somewhere. I'm pretty sure he's dead for the moment, but that's not the point. The point is, it's okay to not want it sometimes, and also that it's not your fault that stupid celestial dragon blew up half the realm with Wolfe's body alone," The Goddess reassured horribly.

"If I could've just wanted it... That guy wouldn't have come to kill Wolfe... Your place wouldn't have been blown up... Frank... Nive... Zelivas... They'd still be alive..." Sveena cried.

"No, Sveena! It's not like that! You don't need to make every one happy![color=A52238][i]" Slaanesh tried to reason.

"[i]You don't get it!
" Sveena snapped, whipping her head around to look up at Slaanesh, "That's why I'm alive! It's what I'm supposed to do! I'm supposed to make everyone happy!" She slumped back down to look at the jars once more.

"[color=A52238]You can't make everyone happy, Sveena!
" the Pleasure Goddess sighed, "You just can't."

"I... I..." Sveena paused for a moment, "... I guess you're right..." The Enclavian finally agreed with what she had been told time and time again. Though, not in the way it was intended.

She had lost all hope.

Are you.. going to be alright?” Slaanesh asked, resting a hand on Sveena’s shoulder, “You know, your other two friends, Siv and the little one, made it out just fine. I can call them in if you’d like...

Surprisingly, Sveena let out a quiet, "No," as she slowly shook her head.

Oh...” Slaanesh said nearly as a gasp, holding a hand over her shocked expression, “I’ll go and.. let you figure things out.” the Chaos God stated as she slid slowly backwards through a wall, "Just... shout if you need anything or you.. wanna leave."

Sveena slowly turned her head to look at Flandre. Would things have been better for the little vampire if Sveena never intervened? Flandre was brought to the Warp where Drizzle could get to her because of Sveena.

Frank, Nive, and Zelivas were dead because of Sveena.

The Necrons were stuck making nonsensical items for an incompetent ruler because of Sveena.

Even now, she tried to force Slaanesh to help her, showing up uninvited... Slaanesh clearly felt bad about the entire situation, a situation which only existed because of Sveena.

She couldn't make anyone happy.

Her efforts to bring peace between the Warp and Champions? A plan already cooked up by Kairos. The thing she had been so proud of before, so easily dismissed as his doing.

Anyone could have taken her place in that plan.

But.. Why did people like Frank care about her so much?

Was it because she tried so hard to make him happy? Because she was kind? It was as if she had trapped him, led him to his death with promises of friendship and fun. She manipulated him. He did not just die because of her; she murdered him. Those that didn't die were in the shoes of Slaanesh, obligated to divvy out pity and guilt.




What if she just vanished?

Obviously Siv would be heartbroken, not able to find her, but she would get over it. The pleasures the Palace had to offer could surely drown out the minor loss with a little bit of time.

Thankfully, it seemed Birveena had taken a liking to Seio. They were sleeping together and everything.

Yukari..... Well, Sveena imagined Yukari would either not care or perhaps even be happy.

Where would she go? With gods, surely someone would find her eventually. Then again, by that point she figured nobody would be actively looking for her....

"The Labyrinth.." Sveena gasped. She respectfully set the jars on the table, kissed Flandre on the forehead, and said her goodbyes before disappearing.


She did not even hesitate.

As soon as Sveena was greeted by the wall that separated the Labyrinth from the rest of the Warp, she marched inwards. She could not afford a single moment of contemplation. What if she decided this wasn't a good idea? Put her own interests above the interests of others?

She gave a sad look to the beautiful maze around her, lamenting the fact she could not explore it all. She just needed to get lost, and then do nothing. If she explored, she could accidentally stumble upon an exit. Her selfishness could tempt her outside.

"Yankee Doodle.." She quietly sang, sniffling, "went to town..."

She was going to miss her friends.

"A-riding on.. a pony..."

She was going to miss exploring the world.

"He-He stuck a feather in his hat.."

She was going to miss learning something new every single day.

"And called it macaroni..."

She was going to miss having hope.

Sveena slumped against a wall and slid down to the ground before hugging her legs close as she wept.

After a while, Sveena would hear the clacking of talons, like those of a bird, ringing out from a change in direction close to her. "Hello?" hissed the voice of Kairos, "I know you're here. Show yourself."

Sveena must have been terrible at hiding. Still, the Enclavian tried covering her mouth and nose as she tried to appear small by curling up into a ball on the ground.

One of the heads of the Lord of Change rounded the corner, the rest of his body, illuminated in the semi-dark maze by the light of his staff, followed. "Oh, I did not expect you to return to such an unpleasant place for one like yourself. What brings you here, God of Hope?" the Fateweaver asked, oblivious to the events which had led to her fleeing here.

"Don't worry about it," she said in response. Her tone made it seem as if this were a genuine suggestion meant for the benefit of her friend.

"...Something's wrong. Tell me, if you could," Kairos asked calmly, kneeling down to the Enclavian so that his head, already lowered, would be level with Sveena, trying not to be imposing.

"... I... I think you should get someone else to be the God of Hope," Sveena murmured, still in her ball.

"...Don't tell me you've given up already," Kairos asked with a sigh, "I chose you because I saw persistence in what you'd do. You wouldn't give up, no matter. You talked down Lucius, for heaven's sake! So tell me, what's making you want to just quit?"

The Enclavian rubbed at her eyes, glanced at Kairos for a split second, then brought her gaze back down in shame. "I'm.. I'm supposed to make people happy, but... Instead I.. I killed my friends," She managed to answer.

"I thought you vowed pacifism..? Or did other's actions cause their demise?" The Fateweaver asked.

"Please.. Just... Go away," Sveena stammered, beginning to cry once again, "I came here so nobody would find me..."

"No. I won't leave," Kairos shook his head, "Not until you explain how you, one who I know for sure hasn't held a weapon for the longest of times, caused your friends' deaths."

It was not a fun thing to explain, but thankfully for Kairos, Sveena had already done a lot of crying already, and didn't have enough tears left in her to prevent her from speaking. "I was selfish," She answered, obliging his demand, "I couldn't do.. The one thing that I'm supposed to do... Now.. Now Frank and Nive and Zelivas are dead! If they never met me, they'd be alive!"

"I'm sure that's not entirely true. That Zelivas figure, he was a cultist, yes? He'd have died eitherway, if he met you or not. With you, I'm sure he was better off. But.. what are you supposed to do?"

"I was supposed to make people happy... But I couldn't," Sveena whimpered, "Everybody tried to tell me I can't make everyone happy... And... They were right... I can't."

"...What about yourself? Are you not a person?"

"I.. I don't know... That doesn't matter," the Enclavian answered after a short moment of thought.

"Is it not your job to make people happy? And if you are a person, you have to make yourself happy. You may call yourself selfish, but it is better than crying in a maze for the rest of existence."

"I... I won't be able to make things worse if I'm here.." Sveena insisted, "I wish Frank would've gotten a different Sveena..."

"If he got a different Sveena, the odds that we'd be having this conversation are near absolute. Sitting here, you may not make things worse, but you can't make them better. Khorne will come back, and this place will fall back into the old way of things," Kairos sighed, "But if you're so persistent on ignoring your problems, I'll let you be."

"Khorne's coming back anyway," Sveena lamented, "All I would do is get him mad and.. Then he would..." She didn't want to finish her sentence, but it likely ended with something about her friends dying.

"Kill your friends?" Kairos finished as he began to trod off, "Just remember. There's nothing stopping you from trying to make amends. Only yourself."

"... Wait.. Wait, Kairos... Do you think I'm a person?" Sveena asked, finally looking up.

"Why, of course. If you believe that... Seio, was it? Is a person, then you are most definitely one." the Fateweaver stopped and looked back as he answered, "Why do you ask?"

"Because I.. I..." Sveena wondered: What is a person? Is it whatever has a soul? But then what of the Necrons? She considered them to be people. Did the definition really matter? "... Soul... Soul..." Sveena repeated a few times, her eyes widening a little as a flicker of hope reignited inside of her, ".. Kairos?... You said that... My soul is me... Right?"

"Yes, I did. What's that have to do with personhood?

"I was just thinking about something..." Sveena's pupils moved as if she were looking at something here and there as an idea slowly came to her. She was hesitant to accept the hope she was offering to herself, but....

It was better than crying in a maze for the rest of existence.

"If.. If I have someone's soul... Can I make them alive again?" She asked, slowly getting up from the ground.

"I.. I suppose, as a God, you'd be able... It'd take a lot of focus and energy to do so, more than likely, but it's possible."

Sveena gasped. In the blink of an eye, she had far penetrated Kairos' personal bubble. "How do I do it?!" She asked, her eyes lit up with hope.

"...I'm not entirely sure.." The Lord of Change looked down at Sveena, lowering his stature, "But there's more than likely a book in Tzeentch's collection with the proper incantations needed. If you come with me, I'm sure we can find it."

The Enclavian ensnared one of his necks in a hug, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she cried out, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"You're more than welcome," The Greater Daemon smiled, "Now I suggest we make haste. Tzeentch's library holds knowledge from all of history, and grows with every passing moment. Finding a single incantation among that is hard enough without its growth. But I'm sure the Pink Horrors will help."

"Thank you, again, just hold on one second, please!" Sveena poofed away in a flash of green light.


"Slaanesh!" Sveena shouted, poofing into existence and falling toward the Warp God like a kamikaze plane offering hugs.

"Oh, hey! You seem.. happy," Slaanesh laughed, "What's gotten into you?"

"Wh-Huh? I don't think anything is inside m- That's not important!" She tightly hugged Slaanesh before quickly letting go, "Thank you so much putting them in jars! Really! You're a really good friend. Can you bring them, Siv, Neb, and Flandre to me? I'm gonna be at Tzeentch's place!"

"Oh, it was- wait, why're you at Tzeentch's place?" Slaanesh cocked her head to the side.

"Because Kairos is a really good friend too," Sveena answered with a wink before vanishing.

"Forgot about Birdbrain... ah well," Slaanesh chimed to herself, doing what Sveena asked for with a flick of her wrist, before getting back to cleaning up the cosmic mess left by Aurelion Sol.


"Siv!" Sveena exclaimed, arms out for a hug. The daemonette reacted quickly, tears filling her eyes as she hugged the Enclavian in return. "I missed you so much!" Siv squealed, before looking around for a moment, "Wait... where are we?"

"It's dark," Neb commented, noting the lack of things such as torches or indoor lighting, with the fortress instead relying on the blue energies that ran within the building itself as light.

"Kairos is gonna help us find a book that'll bring Frank, Nive, and Zelivas back!" Sveena exclaimed, before reaching down and giving Neb a hug. She then looked to the husk that was Flandre. The Enclavian's cheery mood significantly dimmed as she reached down to pick up the little vampire.

"Who is that?" Neb asked, confused as to the identity of the seemingly lifeless girl, and as to why Sveena's mood visibly dowered upon her sight of them.

"Flandre, she's a friend," Sveena answered, "Something happened to her and.. I'm not sure how to help, but... I bet once we bring back the others, Kairos can figure something out! If not, I bet there's a book for it!"

Kairos fumbled about through the backs of the books, tossing out several he thought may have the spells needed. "I am not entirely sure, but it is in one of the 14 Tomes of Revification. Even if they are all about bringing one back to life, only one involves the soul. The rest are a bunch of Nurglite garbage about zombifying plagues or Khornate anger things," he complained, overlooking the 14 books he had pulled out. He lightly skimmed through each book, before handing Sveena the largest, an unblinking eye with a narrow pupil staring at her from the cover. "There you are, the book which has it," Kairos stated, "There should be specific verses either underlined or in bl- red ink. Read those aloud, and hold the eye of the book towards whatever you wanna bring back to life."

Sveena took the book after gently laying Flandre down and looked at its contents curiously for a moment. She pointed the cover towards the Frank jar and then looked at Kairos, "Like this?"

The Greater Daemon nodded slowly, one head reading one of the other tomes quietly, while the other paid attention to the Enclavian.

Sveena cleared her throat and took a deep breath before reading the lines emphasized by Kairos, her excitement giving way to intense focus concerning the task at hand. As the Enclavian recited the lines, incorporeal voices would whisper through the halls, as winds began to blow from all directions towards the soul. Slowly, it rose, phasing divinely through the jar’s cap, a vortex of energy forming around the soul.

Slowly, the soul’s luminescence grew until it was near blinding. A loud thoomp rang out with a sonic boom, as in lieu of the light and essence, Frank Horrigan fell to the floor with a loud “Oomph.

"FRANK!" Sveena screamed, dropping the book as she pounced down onto the super mutant for a hug.

“Oh, hey Sveena...what’s happening?” Frank asked with a groan as he accepted Sveena’s embrace, “I think I drank too much.. oh, my head..”

"You're alive!" Sveena explained without really explaining anything as she squeezed her mutant friend in her arms.

"Of course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?" Frank chuckled, not knowing of his own demise.

"Wh- Because you died, remember?" Sveena pulled back and looked at Frank curiously.

"Wait, I did?" Frank examined his body for a moment as he got up, "I don't feel any different."

"Yeah, you.. You died. Your soul was in that jar," Sveena blinked, pointing at the jar that once contained Frank.

“Huh,” Frank noted, looking over himself one more time, “And the other two jars there are...?”

"Oh, um, Nive and Zelivas," Sveena answered. It was a bit saddening to see her friends stuck in little jars, but now that she knew she could bring them back, the Enclavian felt much more at ease. She quickly picked the book up off the ground as to resurrect her other fallen friends.

In a manner similar to Frank, Nive reappeared as Sveena finished her recitation of the tome, though in the techpriest's case, he made little noise other than the clanking of his metal bits against the floor. Slowly, his sensors began to glow their typical green, and he rose from the ground. "By the Omnissiah... Why did I reboot?" he asked himself, before looking around, "Oh. This isn't the coven's lair. And none of you are coven members. I'm going to assume something horrible happened, and you fixed it?"

"Nive!" Sveena exclaimed, dropping the book once again as she rushed over to give the Heretek a hug.

Nive struggled for a moment, before sighing, "Hello, Sveena."

"I'm so ha-" Sveena paused for a moment, before continuing, "delighted that you're back!" She hoped Nive would be glad to see her using some fancy new words from the dictionary he gave her.

"Been reading the dictionary, I see," Nive chuckled.

"Mhm!" The Enclavian nodded happily, before pulling back as to get into position to revive Zelivas as well.

Zelivas, as soon as he appeared, let out a girly scream before smacking face-first into the floor. "Ow..." Zelivas groaned, holding one of his teeth before shrugging. "T-that's not the worst fall I've had."

"Zelivas!" Sveena greeted, picking the cultist up to his feet before giving him a hug.

"H-hello, holy mother!" Zelivas greeted, bowing his head within the hug, "W-wait... why are we here?"

"Kairos helped me make you guys alive again!" Sveena explained, pulling back from Zelivas with a big smile on her face.

Behind Sveena, the book she had been using began to float above the floor, its eye glowing incandescently. The air pulsed with eldritch energies, magic flowing as wind would through it as it coalesced within the eye of the tome, growing in brightness until it was a searing blueish-white. It could not hold this power for long, before it burst, letting out a blinding wave of light that permeated over everything, sparkles of blue flickering through it.

"... What happened to the book?" Sveena asked with concern, "... Did I break it?"

"Not at all, child!" A voice lauded, echoing through the fortress's hallways, " You gave me just enough power..."

Another flash of blue, and a large, abstract figure floated above the group, "To bring me back to life!"

Kairos gasped, and immediately kneeled and bowed before the being. "I did not expect you to arrive so soon after the first plan's failure, my lord."

"The failure of that plan was just one step in a much bigger plan that has led to here, to my great rekindling! Just as Planned!" Tzeentch giggled.

"Wait..." Sveena looked at the Warp God with squinted eyes, then she looked at Kairos, then she looked at the Warp God, then she looked at Kairos, then she gasped and looked at the Warp God once again. "Oh my gosh! Are you Tzeentch?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes, it is I! The Architect of Fate! The Changer of Ways! The Great Deceiver! That guy who likes ravens a lot! Tzeentch!" the Chaos God of Change declared as he pointed in a random direction with one of his tendrils, confetti falling from above him.

"I'm Sveena!" She introduced humbly.

"...Come again?" Tzeentch asked, his head teleporting next to Sveena, perked to hear what she said next.

"Oh, I said my name's Sveena!" She repeated.

"Just.. Sveena?" The Architect of Fate asked for confirmation, "No titles, no nicknames, no... last names?"

"Oh! I'm the God of Hope!" Sveena proclaimed, making a mental note to ask someone what a nickname and a 'last name' was.

"Oh, so you're the sap Kairos found and tried to sacrifice? And now you're looking like a pair of besties?" Tzeentch snickered, his head rolling back into place on his body.

"Yeah! Kairos is a good friend!" Sveena said with a nod.

"Fair enough, he's a good adviser," Tzeentch shrugged, "Anyways, now that I'm back in action, have you seen the Thousand Sons legion? I swear I thought I left them drifting around a ship somewhere, now I can't find them anywhere in the Warp!" He asked, seemingly staring off into space, both metaphorically and literally.

"What's that?" Sveena inquired.

"Y'know, the Thousand Sons? The Astartes Legion I practically own?" Tzeentch asked, "They're all about yay tall, wear big hulking armor, are filled with a bunch of ash?"

"What's an.. 'Astartes Legion'?" The Enclavian asked.

"Here, read up on them," Tzeentch stated, a very large book appearing in Sveena's hands.

"This is a big book," She remarked, gawking at it for a moment before smiling up at Tzeentch, "Thank you!"

"Consider it a rental, please. I am the god of knowledge, so I always have to know everything a step in advance, which is why Kairos has two heads that can tell futures," Tzeentch rambled, floating about and examining his library.

"What's a rental?" Sveena blinked.

"You borrow something for a short time, then give it back when you're done." the God of Sorcery chimed.

"Oh okay! This is great! Slaanesh is back! Tzeentch is back! I wonder if Nurgle will come back soon too," Sveena mused.

"Wait.." Tzeentch peered out of one of the many higher windows of the chamber, "He's back already. I can see the stench from here."

Sveena let out a loud gasp, "Really! Oh my gosh, I didn't even know! I- Wait, we should go meet him!"

"Uhhh- Oh hey, would you look at the time!" Tzeentch stated, "It's 'Tzeentch-not-going-to-meet-Nurgle' a clock! Which means I have to do something somewhere! Okay bye!"

Before Sveena could say anything more to the Chaos God, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"..A-and that's why I chose Slaanesh over Tzeentch," Zelivas muttered.

"Hmph... Hey Kairos! Do you wanna meet Nurgle with us?" Sveena offered.

"I... No, not really. I just preened my feathers a short while ago, and I don't want a bunch of mud and Nurgling snot on them this soon," Kairos stated, not taking his eyes up from a book he read.

Right on top of the book flopped Flandre, whom Sveena had placed in Kairos' grasp. "Well, while I'm gone then can you help Flandre please? Thank you!" Without a moment to lose, Sveena and her pals teleported away in a flash of green.

"Wait no, I... well, shoot," Kairos sighed, looking at the broken vampire, "Do you... want a snack or something?"

After a moment of silence, Kairos, picking up the reactionless Flandre like a book, sighed again, "I guess this beats Nurgle's Garden, but I wish I could actually get some reading done without some sort of event breaking my focus every moment of the day..."

Sveena poofed back for just a moment to say, "Oh, I almost forgot, if anyone comes to try and take her away... Uh.. Don't let them. I'll be really mad. Thanks!" before vanishing once more.

Kairos sighed, "Just perfect."


And so the gang appeared before Nurgle's Garden, standing at its border with Slaanesh's domain. "Okay, Neb," The Enclavian knelt down, "Try not to touch anything, especially the water. There's diseases and stuff, okay?"

"What's diseases?" Neb asked, curiously looking at the murky waters.

"It's really bad stuff that can make it to where you can never have babies," Sveena warned. The only real explanation she ever got on disease was from Yukari.

"Well, actually, that's just regular disease," Nive said, "The bacterium and viral infections that can be found here are much more dangerous than sterility, and can easily kill if you're not blessed by Nurgle."

Neb, upon hearing the words 'dangerous' and 'kill' in the same sentence, hid behind Sveena's legs. "I'm scared, Mommy," she cooed, "Let's go another way."

"It's okay, I've been in here before. There's some really nice people. If you want, you can get on my shoulders so you don't step in anything, okay?" Sveena offered.

"Oh-kay.." Neb cautiously accepted, now wary of the muddied waters, which sometimes let loose small gas bubbles from whatever lied beneath them.

Siv walked over to Sveena's side and whispered, "Are you sure they're gonna let us in? It's like a 50/50 chance Mortarion is even here, and if he isn't, then they aren't gonna be to happy to see us walking in their swamp."

"Why wouldn't they be happy to see us?" Sveena asked as she hoisted Neb up.

"Because we're a band composed mainly of Slaaneshis, and Slaanesh's armies nearly attacked the garden, remember? But you did stop it, so maybe they'll be nice," Siv contemplated aloud, "Also, we don't have a raft."

"........ You're right. Gimme a second," Sveena replied before filing a request with the Necrons for a raft. A flash of green light, and an elegant, metalic, black, canoe-shaped raft appeared before them, splashing the water slightly. Neb's grip on Sveena's shoulders tightened in fear.

"Thank you, Necrons!" Sveena said aloud before taking a step into the metal canoe and gesturing the others in.

"A-alright.." Zelivas looked over the raft, before he carefully stepped aboard.

"Hmm... Hey Nive do you know where Nurgle would be?" Sveena asked, just realizing how big Nurgle's Garden actually is.

Nive shrugged, "I need a second to find my map for this place.."

"Isn't it pretty, Neb? Look at all the plants!" Sveena asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty!" Neb overcame her fear, reaching out for a low lying branch devoid of leaves. In response, the plant hissed and the branch reeled upwards, frightening the small Daemonette.

"Shh, it's okay. Remember don't touch anything here, okay?" Sveena tapped Neb's leg reassuringly, "So like, does Nurgle have a palace or something?"

"Nope, he's too humble for that," Nive grumbled, "No, he's got a mansion."

"What's humble?" Sveena asked. Unfortunately, she had not read all of her dictionary.

"Showing humility, not being so pompous as Slaanesh or Tzeentch, as you have seen," Nive described, as a large green rock moved in front of them, turning to reveal that it was in fact a [url=]Great Unclean One[/color].

"What are you doing in my father's swamp?" the massive Greater Daemon bellowed lowly.

"Hello! We're looking for Nurgle! I wanted to say 'hello' and meet him!" Sveena answered enthusiastically, before noticing the ghastly appearance of the daemon, "... Is your stomach okay?"

"What do you mean?" The Nurglite looked down at its gut, barely able to see the intestines spilling out over its girth.

"Your stomach.. It's.. Open.. There's a hole in it," Sveena explained.

"And?" grumbled the daemon, "Is there a problem?"

"They don't feel pain," Siv whispered into Sveena's ear.

"Oh," Sveena nodded, "Sorry, I was just.. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

The Unclean One snorted out a laugh, a lung sliding out of the hole, before pointing his rusty blade in one direction, "Just head that way until you hit dryer land."

"Thank you!" The Enclavian said with a wave.

"...Man, I'll never get over how weird this place is," Frank mumbled.

"That's the clashes for you," Siv shrugged, "A whole bunch of weird things fighting other weird things for even weirder reasons."

"Wait, clashes? As in plural?" Frank asked, "There's multiple things like this going on? Sounds awful..."

"Awful? What do you mean?" Sveena inquired.

"I mean, it's been a nice trip, you and I, but imagine the worlds the clash goes through. You've seen what it does to them. It screws 'em all up in ways thought impossible," Frank stated.

"Y'know, I heard that last world the clash was on got turned into a robot, then into two worlds," Siv noted.

"Is that... Bad?" Sveena asked.

"I 'unno," Siv shrugged, "Just what I heard from one of Lucius' men. Oh, and some aliens are out for the champs or something, I really didn't listen after that."

"Why does everybody have to hate each other?" Sveena sighed. She just hoped that there wouldn't be too much violence between the Champions and whoever these 'aliens' are.

"They have their reasons, as much as the Champions have to kill the Gods," Siv sighed, "So, what do you think will happen? Making peace with the Champs? You think it'll last?"

"We can only hope," The Enclavian answered.

"There is a 3.8 percent chance that the peace agreement between the Forces of Chaos and the Champions will last longer than the end of this week," Nive stated, printing a run-out of his equations, "Not good odds, but not the worst."

"I wonder if Nurgle knows about the peace thing," Sveena pondered. She was pretty sure Tzeentch already knew about the peace agreement because Tzeentch. Slaanesh, Sveena knew, was informed of the peace deal. Both of them seemed like they might be able to stick with it, albeit with some probable sveentervention. The main obstacle she saw in the future was Khorne, whom she has heard plenty of bad things about. Still, she shouldn't judge him before she has even met him.

"Maybe. From what I've heard, he's a pretty chill guy," Siv said, "Other than the whole plague thing, he'd more than likely be on board?"

"How can he be cold here?" Sveena gasped.

"No, he's not actually cold," Siv giggled, "It's a figure of speech. He's... real relaxed and calm about things, I think."

"Oh, okay. I heard he's really nice too," The Enclavian remarked, "I was thinking that, after we talk to him, all the gods come together for a meeting. I read about it in my dictionary." Sveena was likely the only person in the entire Omniverse to have been inspired by a definition she found in a dictionary.

"I dunno.. Tzeentch and Nurgle really hate each other," Nive stated, "That, and I don't think Malal would show up at all."

"Hm.. Yeah he probably wouldn't show up.. Anyway, them hating each other is another reason why we should have the meeting," Sveena insisted, "If they can at least not-hate each other, that helps a lot of people."

"It'll take a lot of talking to get them anywhere near eachother. One's a snobby God of Change and Innovation, the other's a humble God of Stagnation and Decay. They're polar opposites. Whatever one likes, the other's gonna hate," Nive explained, "It was kind of the same with Slaanesh and Khorne, but Khorne just hates everybody, but Slaanesh the most for some reason."

"Just because people are different doesn't mean they can't be friends. Look at us!" Sveena exclaimed.

"True," Nive agreed, "But it'll be a challenge to say the least."

"A lot of things are," Sveena stated with a smile.

As the raft went along, a thick fog began to roll in, concealing whatever laid in front of the boat.

"I can't see the trees!" Neb exclaimed.

"Me neither," Sveena mumbled as she squinted her eyes. She tried pawing at the air a little, as if that would get rid of some of the fog, "Why is it so hard to see?"

"It's a fog," Frank stated, "A big cloud on the ground."

"... Wait.... I thought..." Sveena paused as the revelation hit her, "I thought, like... You could stand... On clouds... Not go through them... Siv, how are we gonna put a palace in the sky now?"

"Maybe we make a floating island?" Siv suggested.

"We can do that!?" Sveena gasped, "How do you do that?"

"I mean, you're a god, you can do whatever you want, probably.." Siv shrugged.

"... I can make islands!?" Sveena yelped excitedly, her mind racing with endless possibilities.

"What's an island?" Neb asked, still trying to peer through the misty fog.

"It's like.. It's some land, but with water around it," Sveena explained, making a circular motion with one hand around her fist to indicate water being around an island, "But... I guess, like.. A floating island is land... But in the sky... With air around it."

"Wooooah," Neb gasped, amazed at the concept of a floating island.

"I know, right?" Sveena nodded with a smile. She gave a look around at all the fog, "Huh... Will we even be able to see Nurgle when we're inside a cloud?"

A sharp lurch in the raft indicated they had hit a shore. Neb, nearly falling off of Sveena's shoulders, steadied herself, "I don't see anything... what happened?"

"I think we hit land," Sveena replied, before cupping her paw-hands and calling out, "Nurgle? Nurgle! Are you there?"

"I don't-t think that will work," Zelivas advised, snapping off a branch from a dead tree, and tearing off a small bit of his ragged cloth. He wrapped the cloth around the branch and turned to Nive, "D-do you have a lighter or something?"

A small arm with a flame poked out from under Nive's tattered cloak, igniting Zelivas' torch, giving the group a slight view through the fog. "N-now we can see... better!"

"Thank you!" Sveena said with a smile before taking a tentative step out of the raft.

Moving along what seemed to be a path, the group would eventually find a massive, decrepit abode, regal but also broken down, with fleshy protrusions breaking through the molded wood in places. The front doors, massive in size, were already open. Inside, it seemed the fog had begun to diminish.

"It kinda reminds of something I'd see the Commonwealth.... Except with more plants," Sveena remarked as she approached the decrepit mansion.

"A-are we sure this is a good idea? Maybe he doesn't l-like uninvited guests.." The cultist quivered, the dark corridors of the run-down home only lit by the flames of his torch.

"Then next time we'll make sure we're invited," Sveena replied as she looked around at the interior, "The best we can do is say 'sorry' if Nurgle gets mad, but I heard he's 'chill'."

The innards of the Plague God’s lair was just as decayed, more than likely more so, than the exterior’s rotted walls. The constant buzz of flies, brought by the smell of rot, permeated through the stagnant air. In the distance, a faint guffaw echoed through the halls.

"Nurgle? Is that you?" Sveena asked with a scrunched up nose. She followed the direction of the sound.

The voice did not respond, as behind one of the massive doors of the hallway, slightly crackef open, an ominous green light glimmered out from underneath, a billowing fog joining it, quickly dissipating as it escaped the room.

"Hmm.." Sveena reached for the door, then quickly retracted her hand as she remembered her own advice. She willed a gentle breeze to open the large door for her. She promptly poked her head inside.

Sitting with his back turned to the group, Nurgle let out another pus-filled laugh as he churned a massive cauldron of boiling green and brown fluids, the fog seemingly rising from whatever was in the iron cauldron. He seemed oblivious of Sveena as he worked.

"Hello? Hello!" Sveena waved as she stepped through the doorway entirely, "Nurgle? Is that you?"

The malignant god turned around with confusion. “Who daresh-” he then looked down to see the woman and her entourage and let out a hearty laugh, “How in the world did you find your way here, and how are you not shick yet?” He asked, his voice sounding as if he had swallowed ten gallons of phlegm.

"We have a raft!" Sveena answered, "My name's Sveena!"

Wait.. are you the Schveena that saved my home from Shlaneshi penetration?

"Mhm! I just wanted to come and say hi!" Sveena replied.

Oh. Hi,” Nurgle apathetically wiggled one of his arms in a sort of wave, before turning back to his work, “I’m busy. Disheases don’t make themshelves, you know.

"Oh, um... Okay, sorry," The Enclavian said dejectedly.

Oh wait,” Nurgle said, “Could you grab that?” He pointed at a vial with a label of “Pox-bile” and a skull and crossbones wrapped around it, “I’d get it myself, but I’m exhausted."

"Oh, sure," Sveena looked over and reached for the vial, then paused. Her fuzzy hand hovered over it for a moment, "Uh... Uhm..." She let out a short gasp before simply teleporting the vial closer to Nurgle.

The Plaguefather grabbed the flask, before simply dropping it into his vile concoction, which bubbled and let out a slight squeal as it mixed together.

"What're you doing?" Sveena asked curiously.

Making plagues,” Nurgle responded tiredly.

"Plagues?... Wait... Are you- Why are you making diseases?" Sveena gasped.

I’m the God of them. As long as people make more vaccines and cures, I’ll have to make stronger bugs to knock them off their feet,” the Chaos God responded, raising a ladle and taking a sip of his diseased soup.

"I mean.. You don't.. Have to be the God of them... Nobody's making you make disea- Is someone making you make diseases?"

No, I just am. Decay, Stagnation, Lethargy... all of these things are what I represent,” The Plaguefather informed.

"What does stagnation and lethargy mean?" The curious Enclavian asked.

A state of doing nothing. Laziness and being slow,” Nurgle described, “I am also representative of brotherhood.

"... Aren't you doing something right now though? And if people are doing stuff about diseases, wouldn't making diseases make them do more stuff?" Sveena scratched her head.

The point is to halt them entirely. If the disease is resistant enough and deadly enough, then decay and stagnation can fully take hold,” Nurgle chuckled, taking another hearty sip of his work.

"Wait, what!? But.. Why? Everyone says you're so nice, why do you wanna kill everyone?"

I do not kill,” Nurgle corrected, turning to face Sveena, “ I merely show people my rotting embrace through disease, sharing my viral love with them.

"But.. Diseases can kill them... And make it to where they can't have babies!" Sveena seemed terribly confused as she put her hands on her stomach.

You do know he’s the god of diseases, right?” Siv reminded in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, but.. So?"

He’s really showing how much he likes people by making them sick with his diseases,” The Daemonette continued.

"Oh... I.. I don't get it, but.. I think I get it," Sveena nodded, before turning her attention back to Nurgle, "So, um... Uh... I guess that.. You like diseases, but.. A lot of other people might not like them, which is okay! Because there's lots of other stuff about you that they could like that... Isn't diseases! Like um... I have some friends that don't want to do sex, but I really like sex. That's okay though, because there's other stuff that makes us friends."

I don’t think you understand. As they decay, they find bliss in my poxes, in my concoctions, which I toil exhaustingly to create. They find peace in the decay, in which they feel no pain, and can connect with one another better without such things. They can truly share their lives with one another, even in their bedridden states. And they thank me for my gift, grateful for what I bestow in them, but I shake my head to them. I do not need thanks. It is my duty as Plaguefather to do so.” Nurgle explained as he rose from his seat, grabbing the two handles of the cauldron with his grubby hands.

Sveena mulled over this for a moment. "I... I guess? But... Even then... Shouldn't you ask them first before you give them a disease? If not, then with sex it's kinda like..." The Enclavian paused for a moment, "Rape.."

It is different with the way of infection; they do not need to know that they are host to my gifts. They only need to know that, after they have gone through the tribulations of sickness and reached my gardens, that it was I who gave it to them.[/i]”

Nurgle was proving to be a tough nut to crack. It was one thing to reach out to those who did evil things with the knowledge that what they did was wrong, but Nurgle seemed to believe that what he was doing was entirely good. "But... What if they don't want it?" Sveena asked, "It might make them happier, but... What if they don't wanna get diseases? Like me, I don't want to get diseases.. I still want to be your friend though! I really do!"

“[b]It matters not if they want them or not, they shall get them,
” Nurgle huffed, as he opened a window, and dumped the contents of his cauldron into the disgusting mire outside, melding with the horrible waters with ease. He turned back to the Enclavian, “Why does that matter? They shall still thank me for the gift.[/b

"It's just... A nice thing to do, caring about what other people want," Sveena shrugged.

”[b][color=2E492E]And I do care,
” Nurgle smiled a rotten set of teeth, “I care for their safety when they fall under my gifts. This is why they feel no pain. I don’t wish to see harm come to them, my children. My pestilent gifts make sure they are not.

"But... They still get diseases... It doesn't like, hurt, but it still does bad stuff."

Do you mean the rotting of the body? My children learn that physical appearances do not define you, and let go of maintaining such things to focus on other aspects of life.

"Huh?" Sveena cocked her head to the side, "I was talking about dying and not being able to have babies." She seemed to have zero awareness of how disgusting the children of Nurgle appeared.

Well, death is natural. It comes for all things, even the Gods themselves, as you more than likely know. To join me here, to be protected from the dangers of life, they must be taken through the harrows and trials of death, embracing their fate and finding peace in it.

"I.. I know I'm gonna die at some point, but... I still wanna try and... Not die," Sveena said.

...Why is this?” Nurgle asked, holding a Nurgling and petting it slowly.

"Because if I'm dead, then I can't help people, and my friends would be sad," She explained, giving her comrades a glance before looking back at Nurgle, "I wanna help make the Warp a better place for everyone and.. Make sure it stays a better place.... You're alive."

My life is always decaying, only held up by the devotion of my children and their gifts.

"But you're still alive, and that's good," Sveena stated.

If I were to die, I could not give people my gift of painlessness, or let them live amongst my gardens.” Nurgle decreed, setting the Nurgling onto the floor gently, before it scampered up a wall and into a hole in the decaying ceiling.

"See? So it's good that you don't die. It's probably gonna happen again... Hopefully not, though. When I was in your Garden before, everyone was really sad that you were gone. Just because we're gonna die doesn't mean we should."

"I know that some missed my presence. A few of them voice this to me before the Death Guard left for the Warmaster's crusade. And... you may be possibly right," the Plaguefather declared, hoisting over another cauldron of stagnant green water over the ethereal flame that sat in the middle of the chamber, before sitting down and beginning another batch of disease, "But I will never see it that way. You're a god of hope, and I am the god of hopelessness and decay. Our opinions differ naturally."

"Just because I'm the god of hope doesn't mean I always have hope," Sveena said with a small smile, "And just because you're a god of hopelessness doesn't mean I can't try and give you some."

"That sounds like trying to hit a reflection of yourself in the water: fruitless," Nurgle chuckled to himself as he began to stir the vile liquid.

"Fruitless?" Sveena whispered to Siv.

"It doesn't do anything," Siv defined.

"Oh, thanks," Sveena nodded, "I'm still gonna try. Everyone deserves to have a little hope."

"And I do have hope," Nurgle chimed, "Just not in the same ideals as you. I hope that someday, every living thing will garner my gift, my blessing, and that we all can live in our decaying, peaceful bliss."

"Well.. I... We kinda want the same thing, I guess. We just want it... Different," Sveena mused.

"This is true. So, what are you going to do?" Nurgle asked, "You cannot simply just live in that inky sadness for the rest of time immemorial."

"Inky sadness?" Sveena blinked, "Oh! You mean- I was thinking of having a place in the sky! That way I don't take anyone's land or anything! Siv told me I can make floating islands! She casually pointed at the Daemonette for reference.

"I-uh-yeah!" Siv stammered, being put on the spot by Sveena, "Well, I'm not sure but... I think she could!"

Nurgle stared at the two for a moment, before looking back at his work.

"Oh, also, I was thinking of having a meeting with us gods," Sveena proposed enthusiastically, "I know we all have a bunch of different ideas and stuff, but that's good! If we wanna try and make the Warp a better place and not be at war with the Champions, we should try to get along... Or at least not hate each other- Oh, by the way, we're at peace with the Champions now.. In case noone told you. But yeah! With meetings and stuff, instead of fighting each other and having a bunch of people die and having gardens get ruined, we can talk about things."

"...Is Tzeentch going to be there?" asked the God of Disease, halting his slow stir of the pot.

"I know you guys don't like each other, but will you please come to the meeting?" Sveena requested, clasping her paw-hands together, "For the Warp?"

Nurgle glared at Sveena, before sighing, "Fine. But if that magical fiend does anything foul, heinous, or worse towards me, I am through."

"Thank you, I promise to ask him to be nice, as long as you be nice too.

"I will stay mature as long as he does." The Plaguefather responded, "However, I doubt you will be able to grab the attention of some of the lesser warp gods. Though, Tzeentch, in all his snobbery, would know more about that than I."

"Thank you, Nurgle! It was nice meeting you!" Sveena exclaimed with a friendly wave.

"And the same to you as well," Nurgle nodded, "Oh, and beware; The Death Guard work under Abaddon, not me. And I understand the Warmaster does not like you, so be careful."

"I'll remember that," Sveena swore, before she and her friends poofed away in a flash of green light.


"So we got Nurgle, now we just gotta get Slaanesh and Tzeentch," Sveena mumbled to herself as she and the gang popped back into the Prince of Pleasure's domain, "Then the other gods will be easier to get... Hey, Siv! Slaanesh will be easy to get to come to the meeting, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Siv shrugged, "She's weird, you know how it is with her."

"Wait, I thought Slaanesh was a he- Is Slaanesh a boy or a girl because he said he one time, but a bunch of people are saying she and I'm confused," Sveena huffed.

"Well... why not both?" Siv asked.

"Both? How can he be- Slaanesh!" Sveena called out.

"Yes?" The Prince of Pleasure appeared before the two, "What's it you need, hun?"

"Two things," Sveena said, "Are you a boy or a girl? Because some people are saying 'he' and some people are saying 'she' and I'm not sure which one you are."

"I.. do I have to choose? I really just be what I want to be," Slaanesh mused.

"Oh.. Um... What do you want to be?" Sveena asked.

"How about just Slaanesh? That's pretty much it," prescribed the god, "Now, what was the other thing you needed, darling?"

"Oh, right. I'm getting the Gods together for a meeting, and I wanted to ask you to come!" Sveena explained.

"Sur- wait, is Nurgle coming?" Slaanesh asked.

"... Please come. He promised he would be nice," The Enclavian pursed her bottom lip.

"Oh, I know he's a nice guy," Slaanesh agreed, "He just smells worse than a pile of dead skunks."

"I mean.. Yeah, he doesn't smell that great, but trust me, there are way, way, way worse smells," Sveena stated, "This meeting is really important for the Warp."

"How so?"

"Because if we don't have meetings you guys are gonna keep sending armies to ruin each other's places," Sveena huffed, "Talking is really important. Instead of fighting, you can... Not do that. Me and Siv, we haven't always been really nice to each other, but then we talk about what's going on, and then things are better. Same with Frank. I've never had to fight them. It's not just good for you, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and the other gods, it's good for everyone else in the Warp too. And, if we can manage to do this, then I'm sure we can keep peace between the Warp and the Champions, which means nobody has to die and wait a long time to come back alive again."

"Alright, that sounds pretty good," Slaanesh nodded, "But... could you bring some air fresheners or something? Because I will not sit around listening to people voice opinions if I have to smell Nurgle the entire time."

"What's an air freshener..? Can't you just... Not smell? Can gods do that? Can we just not smell things?"

"No! We can't not smell! Just... bring some candles that smell nice," Slaanesh asked, "Now, is there anything else you wanted? You know, I think there's something I want from you.." she smirked as she slowly floated towards Sveena.

"... Is it candles?" Sveena asked innocently.

"No... It feels a lot better than a candle," the prince of pleasure grinned as she brushed a hand along Sveena's crotch.

"Ohhh, now I get it," Sveena giggled. She bit down on her lower lip in thought. She should go see Tzeentch about the meeting thing, but.... Then again, she had just seen him, and she should give him time to get settled in and everything. Plus, Kairos probably needs more time to help Flandre. "Sure!"


Then the world blew up. The end.

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Sveena let out a content sigh as she was teleported back with her comrades, giving herself a quick onceover and noticing Slaanech must have done a flick-of-the-wrist and cleaned her clothes before bringing the Enclavian back with everyone else. "Okay, um... Uh.. Aetulia! Right, now we need to go to Aetulia," She proclaimed, shaking away some of the haze left over from her 'fun' with Slaanesh.

"Seriously?" Siv groaned, rolling her eyes, "Do we have to invite that soggy towel of a God?"

"Siv!" Sveena harrumphed, "Aetulia is very nice. Just because she's a god of sad stuff doesn't mean we shouldn't invite her. Plus, she's my friend."

"Fiiiiiiiine" The Daemonette grumbled, "Let's go tell the sad god of being sad."

"Siv, please be nice. Give her a chance," Sveena pleaded.

"I am! I just... don't wanna get that terrible stuff on me again," Siv explained, "It's... not fun."

Sveena suddenly felt awful about getting so uppity, approaching her Daemonette friend and giving her a hug. "I promise, you won't get any of that sad water on you," The Enclavian swore.

"...Alright, let's go," Siv nodded, "Don't want to waste time, do you?"

Sveena shook her head before she and her compatriots vanished in a flash of green before appearing directly in Aetulia's chamber. They were, of course, on the other side of the large curtain out of respect and whatnot. "Hey, Aetulia? Are you.. Awake? I can't tell," Sveena somewhat-quietly called out after a quick moment to regain her bearings.

"Huh-what-I'm-up!" Aetulia fibbed, her head rocketing forth from the sheets. Her pale-blue head would poke through the curtains shortly thereafter, looking down upon the group. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Two things," Sveena answered happily, holding up two fingers, "I promised I'd visit you and stuff. Also, I'm getting the gods together for a big meeting and was hoping you'd come!"

"Do I have to come?" She bemoaned. She really, really did not want to get close to any of them. Slaanesh was a total SPORE, Tzeentch was Tzeentch and Nurgle was sweet, but he had a bit of a hygiene issue.

"Well.. You don't have to, I guess, but.. It's really important. Not just to me, but it's important for the whole Warp! If we can start having meetings and stuff, people won't be killing each other all the time. We could do good stuff if we can talk instead of fighting."

"Alright, I'll come. Just keep Slaanesh out of kicking distance." The altar groaned as she stood up from the marbled alabaster and obsidian edifice. Her form further obscured by billowing black robes that seemed to be in an eternal state of melting. As if they were liquid caught within a never-ending waterfall. "Where is this meeting being held?"

"That's... A surprise," Sveena replied as she stifled a giggle, "I'll tell you where once I get Tzeentch and a few of the other gods because I don't really remember the names of them other than Slaanesh, Nurgle, and him." There was obviously Khorne as well, but he didn't really exist yet. "Thanks, Aetulia.. This really means a lot to me," Sveena stated, holding up her arms for a hug with a big smile.

Aetulia would look down at the small human trying to hug her. She would crouch down and pat Sveena's head. Though Sveena was free to hug her leg if she wanted. Which, of course, she did. "Before I go and get the others," Sveena began, "How have you been?" A part of her was pretty sure not much has happened for Aetulia, but it was a thoughtful question to ask a friend nevertheless.

"Not a whole lot. Aside from dealing with the newly resurrected gods. Nurgle's fine, but I'm not sure about Tzeentch. Feels bad man." She froze at the last phrase. What a strange utterance.

"I just met Tzeentch. He seemed nice," Sveena said optimistically as she let go of Aetulia's leg.

"Tzeentch is a being of constant and tumultuous change. He may be nice now, or he can be the largest prick you know the next day."

"What's a 'prick'?" Sveena inquired, cocking her head to one side curiously.

"Someone who is not likeable and very mean."

"Oh... So they would have a stick in their butt?"

Siv stifled a laugh at Sveena's comment.

Aetulia's face contorted into a duckface in amusement. "I guess you could phrase it like that."

Sveena would feel a cool, rubbery mass press against her back. Accompanied by the low growls of Sveeniv. Despite the threatening sound, it meant she was quite content.

Sveena let out a joyful gasp. "Sveeniv!" She exclaimed, quickly turning around to give her unusual friend a hug, "How did you get here?"

The khezu-girl let out a muffled squeal of approval as she was squeezed in Sveena's arms. She had followed them after they teleported.

"I missed you so much," Sveena cooed. Eventually, she had to get back to business. She turned back to Aetulia and waved, "I'll see you soon!"

"You too." She curtly replied, wading off to some other room within the Cathedral.

With that, Sveena and the gang, now with Sveeniv, teleported to Tzeentch's domain. "See? I told you she's nice," The Enclavian remarked.

"Meh. She seemed a bit crude, but the rest do too, so..." Siv shrugged.

"I don't know what 'crude' means, but I have a feeling it is not a nice word," Sveena huffed before looking around, "Tzeentch? Tzeentch!"

"Yes, yes, what do you want?" Tzeentch grumbled, phasing through several walls, reading several books at once, and writing several things down, "I'm a busy warp entity, so make it quick."

"Okay," Sveena nodded, "I'mhavingameetingwithallthegodsdoyouwannacome?It'sreallyimportant." Sveeniv made a 'pbbt' sound with her lips.

"PUNCTUATION, PLEASE!" the Architect of Fate whined, "It's aggravating and grammatically incorrect!"

"... What did he say?" Sveena whispered to Siv.

"I think he means slow down," the Daemonette suggested quietly.

"You guys aren't good at whispering, y'know?"

"I'm having a meeting with the other gods, do you wanna come?" Sveena repeated her question, "It's really important."

"Alright, sure, I can clear some time between now and the end of the Omniverse. Just make sure Nurgle's at the far end of the table from me, because pee-eww he smells like half a month old rotten cheese!"

"Slaanesh told me to get candles," Sveena stated, "I already talked to Nurgle; you have to promise to be nice though."

"Do I have to? He's so... so... I'll think of something, but again, do I really have to?"

The Enclavian looked up at Tzeentch with folded arms and a disappointed look on her face. "If you people were nicer to each other, we wouldn't have to have meetings in the first place and you wouldn't have to smell him," she said.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll agree to be... 'nice'," Tzeentch used finger quotes from another arm that appeared from seemingly nowhere, "At the meeting. We're never this organized, and I love organization!"

"Then you're gonna love what I have planned!" Sveena piped up, enthusiasm quickly replacing her sour look, "Oh, can you tell me who all the other gods are? I know like, you, Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Aetulia, but I heard there's a bunch of others too."

"Oh yes, there's plenty of lesser Gods. I can send the invitations to most, but I'll need you to track down one of them, and invite another." Tzeentch began to look through some book that appeared in his hand and handed it to Sveena, two pages marked for her to read. "Now, those pages will describe the two I need you to invite. Malal, and the 'Great' Horned Rat," the God of Change again used finger quotes upon the word Great, "The Rat should be in his domain, skitter-leaping about and planning like a rodent would. Malal, I... have no idea. You'll have to figure out where he's hiding now."

"What does Malal look like?" Sveena inquired.

"Malal looks like Malal, and I don't know what Malal looks like. He's so... unremarkable, even I don't know," Tzeentch snickered.

"Hmph, you better not say that at the meeting," The Enclavian huffed, "The Great Horned Rat is underground, right?"

"Under the Realm of Chaos, yes," Tzeentch corrected, "But be wary. He, like Nurgle, likes disease. A lot. And considering what I've heard from listening to what you said to Nurgle, you don't like disease."

"Aw geez... Why does there have to be two disease go- Wait.. You were listening? How?"

"I'm the god of knowing things. It's pretty easy."

"But you don't know where Malal is," The Enclavian remarked.

"Because he's the god of nonexistence, so I don't even know if he's real or not, let alone what he looks like. If you read the page I gave you, you would've known." Tzeentch stated, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bunch of irrelevant gods to go talk at." He finished, and then slipped through a wall effortlessly, leaving before Sveena could respond.

"Thank... You..." She tried to say, now staring at a wall, "Hmm.. Maybe I should read this..." She looked down at the book bestowed upon her, quickly skimming the pages for Malal and the Great Horned Rat before shutting it with a single hand and giving it to Nive, "I don't know what a lot of these words mean. You probably know a bunch that's in here already anyway."

"Alright..." Nive glared at the pages, his mechanical eyes gleaming over the words quickly, "Alright, what do you want to know?"

"What the Great Horned Rat is like," Sveena responded, "... And how easy is it to get diseases down there."

"The Great Horned Rat? He's insane, but calculating. His minions are always running his diabolical plans to great effect. He'll also stab anyone in the back if he gets the chance," Nive described, "And for you, I doubt you'll notice anything. You can just heal yourself, right?"

"His diseases aren't like Nurgle's?"

"I don't know. I just know you're a god, and a disease isn't," Nive muttered, "Anything else?"

"Would you guys be fine down there though? Would I be able to help you if you get a disease?"

"Yes, probably, I don't know. Anything else before I go put this heavy book up?"

"I guess not... I think I should go meet the Great Horned Rat by myself. Can you guys try to figure out where Malal is while I'm gone? Kairos might be able to find a book that can help or something." Sveena requested.

"Alright. You could probably take that Seio. It'd probably be resistant to whatever's down there." Nive shrugged and heaved the book onto a shelf.

"He is a 'he'," Sveena chided, "But you're right. I haven't gotten to spend a lot of time with him either." Birveena poofed into her hands as soon as she finished speaking, whom she held to Siv after a quick kiss and boob cuddle, "Can you take care of Birveena, please?"

"Alright, I'll make sure he doesn't bite anyo-OW-OW-OW," Siv pulled back her hand from trying to pet the penguin, a small bite mark around one of her fingers.

"Birveena!" Sveena hissed, quickly turning the baby penguin around in her hands and glaring down at the little bird, "We do not bite! Especially not friends!"

The Bird cooed, turning its beak to the ground submissively. Siv sighed, "Don't worry, Sveena. It's a baby. It's gonna do things you don't like, and you just gotta... work around it."

"Now, say 'sorry'," Sveena ordered, turning the bird around to face Siv, "Or.. a sorry bird noise."

The penguin made a quiet squawk, head still pointed down. "Thank you," Sveena said in a much warmer tone as she turned the penguin back towards herself and gave it a little kiss on the head, "I'm glad you apologized. Mommy loves you." She cuddled the baby bird close to her heart in one arm, gently stroking its back. Birveena quietly purred in response, pushing his head softly against Sveena's arm.

"I promise I'll be back soon, okay?" Sveena murmured sweetly to her baby, giving its head another peck before gently handing the penguin over to Siv.

"Take your time, Sveen. I'm sure this little guy'll live without you for a bit, ain't that right?" Siv tried to do a baby-voice for the penguin in her grasp, but it merely stared confused and gave the slightest of growls in response. Siv laughed nervously, "Yeah, I'm sure we'll have a good time here. Go find a rat for Tzeentch now, okay?"

"I will! See you soon!" Sveena promised as she waved a hand. Shortly after, she popped into what she could only imagine was the 'underground' of the Warp, Seio now by her side. "Seio!"

"...This place stinks of vermin," Seio commented bluntly, snorting the air, "What business do we have here?"

"Oh! We're gonna find a god called the 'Great Horned Rat'!" Sveena exclaimed, "I'm having a meeting with all the gods of the Warp!"

"Why would a god name themselves after a creature of such lowly stature as a rat?" Seio let out a ragged chuckle to himself.

"Well I don't even know what my name means. Someone just kept screaming it at me one day and I thought it was my name... Now that I think about it, I think they were just crazy," Sveena mused.

The tunnels did indeed stink heavily of rodent musk, blood and other filth. One could hear chittering and squeaking from crevices that gave the deserted tunnel an oddly lively vibe. As if there was more all around them that they couldn't see. Shards of warpstone jutted out at odd angles through the tunnel, so low were the clearences that one would have to smash themselves flat in order to barely squeeze through the space.

"...I have a peculiar feeling about this," Seio muttered, scraping his claws against a shard of the magical stone as he peered into one of the small tunnels.

"Oh, don't eat that stuff," Sveena noted, "The rocks."

One could hear muffled throatsinging from deep within, along with the grinding and clanking of machinery. The pained squeals and mumblings of high-pitched voices, and the sound of warp-lightning as it crackled too and fro in a grim parody of electricity.

"It's so dark," Sveena mumbled, "I should've asked Nive, like... Where underground the Great Horned Rat is.."

Seio grumbled something under his breath, and replied, "So, you don't know where we're headed now?"

"Um... No.. Hey! Is there anyone there?" Sveena called out, "Hello? We're looking for the Great Horned Rat!"

There was no response, only the looming, empty static of the tunnel. The sound of pebbles clattering to the stony floor, and the occasional squeaking of some rodent behind the walls.

"We're being followed, I believe," Seio muttered, "The vermin god sends rats to stalk us, I presume."

"Hmm.. Why wouldn't they talk to us though if they're there?" The Enclavian pondered.

The sound of chanting was growing much louder, along with the ambient squeaks, clanking, crackle and flowing water of Skavenblight. The great city of the skaven that was half-immatereal, and half-real. Forever cursed to be stuck in-between the warp and the materium. Allowing the Skaven to tunnel nigh anywhere.

"It looks like this may be our destination," Seio grumbled as the great skaven city came into his sight, "Or an elaborate trap."

"It's pretty," Sveena remarked, "... Kinda." She honestly couldn't tell, simply gesturing for Seio to continue walking as she happily marched towards the home of the Skaven.

"Man-thing and beast-thing!" Cried out a rodent voice as a short noose attached to a metal-reinforced stick found its way around Sveena's throat. The cord tightened around her as the unseen holder began to drag her off. "Capture the large one, Clan Moulder pay good-good for it."

With the lightning fast reflexes of a crocodile, SCP-682 lunged backwards, its jaws snapping down on the Packmaster that dared to take its friend, a sickening crunch as the skaven was reduced to a scraggy mess of fur and meat, flung into one of the cave walls.

Sveena let out a yelp as she fell on her rump before letting out a scream, "Seio, no! Don't eat them!"

"I'm not. They taste awful," Seio growled, spikes beginning to spurt out of his back in a painful looking manner as he swerved around to whatever rats had skittered from the shadows.

"No- I- Don't kill them!" Sveena cried out as she fumbled with the noose around her neck.

Glowing green chains would erupt around Seio, the dark-magic hissing as it contacted flesh. More would spurt out of the ground as if Seio had punctured an underground water bed. Eventually binding him to the point where a twitch was nigh impossible. The same would happen to Sveena, albeit on a lesser scale. The chains only binding her legs together. From the gloomy darkness of Skavenblight, the two could see the conjurer that had restrained them so. A massive, bipedal rat. Easily matching the height of a Lord Of Change.

"So you are the above-filth that trespass on the horned one's realm?" His voice, despite being much, much deeper than the other rodents. Still carried the quick, nigh-panicky undertone that all Skaven seemed to possess. It giggled. "Much too fat-big to move quietly. Especially that one." He pointed to Sveena. "Built like cow-thing."

"Wh- Huh? What's a cow?" She asked, looking down at herself in confusion before looking back up.

"Never mind stupid monkey-thing. What bring-bring you here-down to my master-god's realm?"

The Enclavian decided to ignore the 'stupid' comment for the sake of diplomacy. "We came down here to find the Great Horned Rat and invite him to a meeting with all the other gods," She explained, squirming her legs in the chains a bit.

The greater daemon giggled and laughed, morphing into full-blown howling laughter. "Then we shall see-see!" He stated, before grabbing Seio by his chained tail, and wrapping his left palm around Sveena. Squeezing her in his hand as he carried them through the winding, and claustrophobic spaces of Skavenblight.

"Ow," Sveena squeaked quietly. "Mmf.. My tail hurts.." She whined, her tail not in a comfortable position as her body was squeezed in their captor's grasp.

The Verminking would weave through the filth and cluttered crevices of Skavenblight. Heading towards the great temple in the middle of the city. Which rose into a massive bell-tower. It began to ring ominously, likely causing every hair on Sveena's body to stand on end from its unearthly tolling. The greater daemon seemed unafflicted though, pushing through a section of the walls and molded around the group like putty before letting them pass.

"Can you please not hold me so tight?" Sveena requested, reserving her remarks about how not-pretty this place was becoming to her.

"I doubt it cares, much like it cares not for basic hygiene," The rotting monster mused as it was drug.

"What's basic hygiene?" Sveena asked as she squirmed.

"Not smelling like him," Seio was obviously talking about the Verminking dragging them to who-knows-where.

The Verminlord's grip would slacken just a bit, enough for Sveena to move her tail around. "Stupid-weak surface things can't take a little bad-smell." It muttered to itself as it crawled and persused through twisted, nonsensical tunnels and architecture. Eventually coming out into a dark, massive hallway set within the temple. One could see a massive figure sitting upon a throne in the far corner. Red-eyes glaring towards the group, its form faintly illuminated by candles stuck upon the twisting, spider-like maze of its horns. One could see lithe, humanoid rats toil around it. Oddly strange and feminine in comparison to the short, squat Skaven the group had seen so far.

"... Hello! Are you the Great Horned Rat?" Sveena greeted happily, trying to squint at the one sitting upon the throne for a better look. Sure, she had great night vision, but that didn't mean she wouldn't rather have everything be bright.

"Yes, Cat-Man-Spawn. Why do you intrude upon MY realm?"

"Cat-Man Spa-" Sveena mumbled curiously, before shaking her head a little to get back on track, "I'm having a meeting with all the other gods! I came down here to invite you." She gave the Skaven god a genuine smile.

"I only will come-visit if Nurgle is there. He is only good-good one."

"He'll be there!" Sveena said with a nod, "All the gods will be there." It was actually rather relieving to see someone didn't hate Nurgle just because he smelled bad. "I could give you a seat right next to him, if you want."

"Fine-Fine I shall go then. When is this occurring? And keep SPORE-god away-separate. She should still be dead-dead. Stupid elf-things failed."

"Really soon. I'll come back here and tell you when and where," Sveena promised.

"Good. Now get-leave from here." He stated, the Verminlord setting down Sveena and her Anomalous companion. Where they had come from, there was now another tunnel. This one wider and more comfortable than the last.

"Well, I.. I kinda wanted to get to know you," Sveena stated as she stretched her legs a little bit, "A lot of people say bad stuff about you, but... I didn't really wanna listen to that kinda stuff."


Sveena's ears and tail drooped down. "I'll see you at the meeting," She said with a wave before simply teleporting out of the Skaven's domain with Seio. She had no time for all this walking.


"Oh my god why are these books so big," Siv complained whilst carrying a small stack of massive tomes, setting them down on a table with a resounding boom, "I mean, couldn't they make these big books a bunch of smaller books?”

”You mean volumes?” Nive scoffed, “Some spells take the entire length of books of these sizes to recite. Splitting it up would just take more time and effort.”

”Fair enough,” The Daemonette huffed, "But, uh, another question?"

"Yes?" the Heretek sighed, turning to face the Slaaneshi Daemonette.

"Could you read this for me?"

"Wait. Are you telling me that you, a millennia-old Neverborn, has never found the time to simply read a book?" Nive chided.

"Well.. I-" But before Siv could finish, Sveena and Seio had returned. "Sveena!" Siv ran to the Enclavian and gave her a hug, "Did that nasty rat try anything?"

Sveena took a moment to enjoy the hug before answering, "Nah, he didn't really say anything either other than that he really likes Nurgle and that he'll come. Did you guys figure out how to find Malal?"


"No, because your girlfriend here couldn't read the spell that conjures him up," Nive cut off the daemonette, opening a large, black-binded book.

"Why're you talking like the Skaven?" Sveena cocked her head to one side, "Couldn't you just say 'friend' instead of 'girl friend'?"

"No, it's a term for- y'know what, nevermind," Nive grumbled, sliding the book down the table, "Read the pages, unlike your illiterate lover."

"Okay, I li- Wait.. Why didn't you read them?"

"I didn't know about it until a few moments ago because she did not read it," Nive pointed a tendril at Siv as he hissed in an accusatory tone.

"Oh, okay I'll uh.. How much do I have to read?" The Enclavian inquired as she inspected the book.

"The two pages I opened to," Nive stated, "And are you not going to ask why she did not read it?"

"I thought you said she couldn't read it," Sveena blinked.

"Oh, I did, didn't I?" Nive remarked, skittering off, "Anyways, conjure up a god. I'm gonna go check my memory banks for missing files and such...."

"Okay!" Sveena nodded before peering at the pages before her and repeating what was written.

As she finished reciting the last syllable, the world around her disappeared, and she sat in an endless plane of nonexistant black.

Who dares enter my sanctum?

"Huh wha- Oh, uhh... I'm Sveena... Where am I?" She introduced as she turned her head around.

My sanctum. Why do you seek Malal? Make your answer quick, your very presence burns.

"Oh, sorry! I, um.. I'm having a meeting with all the gods, and I wanted to invite you to come!" She said quickly, but not too quickly.


"Wait, what!? But why? It's really important for the Warp!" She insisted.

But is it important for me?

"... Yes? The meeting is supposed to help everyone and make the Warp a better place for everybody."


"Wh- B- Why?" Sveena looked heartbroken.

I represent nonexistence. Anarchy. Order is brought to the Warp? There goes my power.

"I... But... Why represent that stuff then?"

Because I do, and always will. Now, considering you saved me back at the party from whatever perverse plans Slaanesh had, I will come to your 'meeting' if you can give me one good reason that you have not stated yet so far.

"... What would make you happy? That's.. All I want to do with this meeting, is make things better for everyone. What do you want?"

Everything to be gone. Destroyed. Disorganization. Destruction.

"... Is there something that you want that wouldn't make everyone else unhappy.. Or dead?"

...A little anarchy.

"What's that?"

The definition of anarchy appeared before Sveena for a moment, before fading back into the darkness.

"I.. I think that's something I like too," Sveena remarked.

Then I may come.

Sveena let out a happy gasp, clasping her hands close to her chest as she quickly turned her head left and right. "Thank you so much! I.. Uh.. Where are you?"


And with that final word, the world around Sveena returned to normal, Siv and Nive at Sveena's side, looking concerned.

"Are you okay?" Siv asked.

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been talking to a wall for the past five minutes," Nive stated, showing Sveena footage of her having a one-sided conversation, facing towards a bookcase, talking to no one in particular.

"What the? No, I was- I saw- Okay, well I didn't actually see- I was talking to Malal," Sveena explained, "He said he'll come to the meeting!"

"Oh, that's great!" Siv hugged the Enclavian again, "Sorry I didn't... read it earlier..."

"What? Oh, that's okay," Sveena waved a hand, "Why can't you read though?"

"I just... never really learned?" Siv shrugged.

"Huh.. I just kinda.. Always knew how," Sveena thought back as far as she could. Sure enough, she could recall reading words on signs and the such. She decided not to bring up the time she came across a stop sign...

"Maybe you learned before you lost your memory?" Siv suggested, closing the book Sveena had called Malal through.

"But wouldn't I.. Hmm.. Well, I guess... I never really thought about it," The Enclavian had assumed reading was a thing that people could just do. After a moment of thought, she let out a loud gasp, "Ohmygosh! Can I like.. Teach you how to read?"

"Yeah! But... don't you have the Meeting?" Siv asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Oh, I meant later, like after the meeting and stuff," Sveena clarified.

"Oh, alright!" Siv smiled, "Well, I'll let you get things ready, hun. I'll be around, making sure Neb and Birveena don't get into anything they aren't supposed to-"

An explosion rang out, as several Yellow Horrors pattered by quickly, screaming more than likely due to the fact of their constant state of being on fire. Neb chased after them, giggling, "Come here, little guys! We were having funs!"

"... Why are they on fire? Neb! Why are those people on fire?!" Sveena called out.

"Don't worry, those little things happen when a Blue Horror gets stomped or dies, they just split into two yellow horrors, which are always on fire," Nive explained, letting the daemonette chase the tiny Horrors, which only stood as high as her ankle.

"Oh... Are they okay?"

"Yeah... I think," the Heretek contemplated, "They'll be fine."

"Oh.. Okay," Sveena turned to Siv, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "Thanks for looking after Neb and Birveena. Can you make sure Sveeniv doesn't get lonely too?"

"I'll try, but can't you get Zelivas to do that? I'm sure he'd enjoy time with her quite nicely, and Birveena alone is a handful," Siv sighed, plucking up the penguin as it tried to eat one of the Tzeentchian Daemons scampering about.

"Oh, okay, can you tell him that then, please?" Sveena swiftly turned to Nive, "Can you come with me to the meeting? You know a lot of stuff that I don't and everyone else probably does."

"Alright, so long as I'm not dead by the end of it," Nive sighed.

"I'll see you guys soon!" Sveena waved to the others before she and Nive vanished in a flash of green light.

Then the world blew up. The end.

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