...

Sorry, you two. I highly doubt Regulus cares about anything you have to say, nor does our poor little Reaper friend have a say in the matter in regards to your agreement.

!?

Speaking of Regulus.... I think it's time me and him have a little heart-to-heart.

...

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Duracell walks through the Flaming Tornado with ease.

Psuedoreaper? You know what, let’s go a hierarchy over that one.
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Back at the Durace— Regulus!? What are you doing here!?

This is Walter. A reaper. Fell into a coma after his old Universe was erased, now he just narrates stuff.

AAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!

Walter is now a human pretzel. Why is he a human pretzel, you ask? Because I willed it to happen. If I can will this to happen, what significance do you think your pseudoreapers hold? In fact, Kirby and El Grande Padre are neither mentioned in the hierarchy at all. What do you think that says about them? Okay, going now. For realsies. Now you’re not a pretzel.

Regulus leaves, and.... and...
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That’s right, Walter.... Don’t you hate how Regulus disrespected you despite your uninvolvement? How he targets you, his own reaper as an example? How about how MKII treated you in RMMD? In the TCG? I think it’s time he stopped making light of us. I say we make. Him. Pay. All you have to do, is let me have my turn on the wheel.

(This is it. All I have to do is stop that. Just stop that. Just stop that.)




Urgh!!

In an instant, the barrier collides, taking the full front of the blast. Mech-tenant begins to struggle... until he feels himself getting slightly stronger...

Sorry it took me so long...
...Did you think I would abandon you to take this full impact on?
What are you doing? Killing me only makes me come back stronger. There's no use in helping me.
Perhaps.... But letting my friend take all the responsibility isn't a risk I plan on taking.
...Wow, man. Tha--

Before he can finish, an explosion rings out from the arena, covering even the tired duo.

(Huh... I'm not dead yet... Wow. It looks like things might just go my wa--)







Suddenly, the two are pierced by a barrage of finger beams. As they collapse, Duracell emerges from the shadows and kicks their wounded bodies out of the arena to leave them there until they eventually bleed-- lubricate -- to death.

Mech-tenant signals the two away.

If this El Grande Padre is anything like Regulus now, I doubt your Reverse Card will do anything to deflect his attack, or even Duracell. And besides. You guys can't end up wasting anything potential trump-cards that can be used later. I have to stop it at all costs.

He then summons a Jazz Barrier in front of the arena, meant to take the full power of the blast head on.

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Rock. It's obvious that you two have been through a lot with each other in this world. But if you don't do something, bad, bad things might start happening soon.
There's nothing I can do. Duracell is far, far stronger than any of us. If I act, I'll fail again. Like I have ever since I got here.
....Look. If you stay here, that's completely understandable. No one will blame you for it. But just know that the only way you fail is by giving up.
...
...Ah. So you have made your choice. Very well then...

....Let's show this 'Duracell' what we are capable of.

Meanwhile, while fighting Mech-tenant and Duracell break off. Duracell speaks.


Is there a rest stop between now and the point?



!?!?!?

Duracell leaps high into the air, cupping his hands into a familiar position.


...This is bad.

Shaggy Negro scoffs.



Before Shaggy Negro can finish, embarrassingly loud noises erupt from his stomach. For a split second, even Duracell and a slightly battered Mech-tenant turn their heads in confusion before going back to battle. Shaggy Negro continues, although with a slightly less condescending tone.