Heat Man points to the Plasma Shot and the Blasting Lance.

The boyfriend thing isn't even funny. Or cute. I don't like him. I have no non-superficial reason to like him.
Eh. Guess you're right.
Thank you.
You'd NEVER get a guy to like you with the way you look.

Taken aback, Dim quickly looks up and down at herself, and back to Cadence.

Firstly, I don't care how people perceive me. I am who I am. Second...
...Really? Is this outfit that bad?

Cadence nods slightly condescendingly.

You say you want a normal life now... but to be honest? I don't think anyone would see you as normal with what you have on. Your comedically anime eyes too, but that's not the issue here.
...Huh. I never thought about my appearance until now... I was always so busy fighting. The thrill... it ate me whole.
You mean like how your boyfriend does?
Do you mean the fighting part or the eati--
STOP! I LITERALLY DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!
PROTOTYPE-001. But most avoid the caps and numbers.
...Wait. How do you?...
The stunt I told you about, remember? He's trending on Twiter.
Figures.

Dim folds her arms.

Look. I'm not a fashionista. Doubt I'll ever be. But if I really do look as bad as you claim... I want your help in changing that. I know that's what you wanted to hear.

Cadence smugly giggles... her giggles soon turning into cackling.

Whatever you say, my dear.

AAAAAAHHH!

Proteus, coming too, raises his hands upwards. After seconds of pause, he soon realizes he is not where he was.

...What!?

Proteus looks around the room, standing upright. He sees nothing else in the squared cell-like room. Soon, he sees someone meditating in the corner of the room.

So you've come to.
WHAT AM I DOING HERE!!!!
That is a question only you can answer.
I'LL KILL YOU!!!

Proteus thrusts his arm forward... only soon after realizing his shields are nowhere with him.

Wh... my...?
Attempting to kill me would not bring forth any fruits of knowledge. Not that you could, anyway...
Just-- Shut it! Who are you anyway?
Hmmmph. Who am I..?

The individual in the corner steps into view.

It's been a while since I was asked that...

A. Rock touches down, reverting to his regular state.

This is the planet where these absurd energy levels came from...

A. Rock suddenly feels a large tremor, staggering before he manages to regain his balance.

Woah. If they keep going, they really will destroy this planet.
Gotta break 'em up.

A. Rock races off.

---

The shockwaves across Jupiter are traced back to three entities, each one striking blows stronger than the last, and two of which looking the exact same.

What's wrong? I thought you were impervious to any of our little 'tricks.'
You'll be singin' a different tune soon enough!

As the two Mech-tenants dash at Soul, the first one pressures him with a mix of punches and kicks. Soul reluctantly blocks and sidesteps... but then bumps into a surface from behind. As Soul turns around to see what it is, he is immediately punched in the side of the face.

Eyes on the prize.
Rrrgfh... Yeah, real manly of you. Fighting two on one.
What? We're losers, right? So you shouldn't have a problem with us!

Mech-tenant socks Soul again, this time with a rattling right which leaves Soul with barely enough strength to keep his head upright.

Face it; You're about to lose to the biggest failure of all time.
Glad you... finally recognize your place.
I wasn't talking about me...

Mech-tenant suddenly shatters yet again, once again using Dark Xerox. As Soul is suddenly let go by the second Mech-tenant, he looks back at the transformed one just in time to see...

'Sup?
!?!?

Something inside Soul snaps as he shoves the second Mech-tenant behind him into a Space Orb and shuts it, charging straight at Mech-tenant with a punch... only to be cross-countered with a strong open palm.

And here I thought you'd be appreciative of this look. What's the matter? Can't handle someone wearing your style better than ya?
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Soul lunges at Mech-tenant with instant Hyper Flares, only to be met by another Hyper Flare fist, which suddenly slams itself into the sides of Soul's face. Soul drops down to one knee, as Mech-tenant marvels at his hand.

Yeah, the move hurt like hell. Not very nice to experience when the shoes on the other foot, is it?
...You realize I have data from several dozens of the best hand-to-hand combatant styles spanning dimensions installed into my memory, right? You're tough... but I'm willing to bet you haven't fought against yourself before.
...

Steam begins to fume from Soul's body.

Shut up...

While Mech-tenant is off-guard, Soul uppercuts him, creating a powerful shockwave and knocking Mech-tenant meters back, but still also creating a crater.

...and fight.
Heheh. If you insist.

Soul and Mech-tenant begin to charge at each other...

The limo driver ever so slightly adjusts the rear-view mirror.

We are almost to our destination, Mr. President.
Be quick about it. I have something very important to attend to.
DONE BEING A BORING LITTL--
Oh, you're not.

Worship disappears.

Was... there something you said back there?
No.

---

4827 yeets out the portal, crashing onto the concrete ground. John, Rambo, Will, and Segata follow.

What now?
Hmmm....

Segata suddenly gets an idea, snapping his fingers.

You mentioned Somari-san earlier, yes? Why not have him and his companions test out Hypertime for themselves?
...Huh. Now that you mention it, we do kinda owe them for helpin' us take care of Janemba.
What about Wario?
Ain't he rich? Don't matter either way, I'd rather not have to deal with him of all people.
It's official. Weirdest universe I've ever had the displeasure of going to.

Will opens up another wormhole.

If yours was much better, you wouldn't be here right now, would you?
Good point.

Dracon slumps against the wall, curling into a balled position.

No... No! It can't end like this... It can't... no.
Hey, pal, anytime you plan on quitting your whining so I can go back to hearing myself think, feel free to let me know.

Dracon stands upright at Arpeggio's comment, walking over towards him aggressively.

Let's get somethin' straight. I am not your pal. That bastard in black put me in a room with someone just so he could have the satisfaction of me losing any possible chance of sanity I have left.
Well, for you, maybe. I haven't killed anybody. So my status is still in pending, meaning there's still a chance I could see the light of day.
That reminds me. How did you even lose to that wannabe, anyway?
Off-text loss.
Huh. Figures. Hate it when moments are just glossed over like that.
What about you?
...

---

...What? You didn't even say anything! How am I supposed to know what happened!?
You aren't.

As Mech-tenant is knocked onto the ground, Soul stands tall before him.

It... itoesn't matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve. None of them will be enough.
Nnn---... wanna... bet?

Quickly pushing himself of the ground, leaping backwards, Mech-tenant lands a good bit away from Soul. His body slowly cracks.

Fine. I'm pulling out all the stops now. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Mech-tenant dashes towards Soul, who immediately guards... blocking a punch from... Prototype!?

Heh.

Mech-tenant crouches a Hyper Flared hook from Soul, and quickly counterattacks with three jabs to the gut... which seem to do little to Soul, who punches at Mech-tenant again, but his punch is quickly met with Super-Armor as Mech-tenant uppercuts Soul with a strong Breaker Type punched!... that again, doesn't seem to stagger Soul, who punches Mech-tenant once, blowing a hole in his insides.

Hrk--! (Shit. I overrestimated Prototype's abilities.)
Sorry to say, you edgy little punk. Emotype and his little squadron have nothing on me.
(Alright: Round two.)

Mech-tenant's physical form quickly shatters once again, as Soul finds himself rammed into by a large Comet-like Object!

We'll see how you do against this.

Exiting ball form, Mech-tenant attacks Soul with his left arm, but Soul (who is no longer equipped with Hyper Flare) catches the attack head-on, closing in and elbowing Mech-tenant directly in the face!

Not good enough, Copycat.
Ack--!

Soul, with the swipe of his hand, decapitates Mech-tenant, who's body along with his head revert to normal, collapsing onto the ground. He walks up to the severed head and torso.

Maybe on your next life you'll learn what a mistake it is to challenge me.

Soul, in a limp, turns around and starts to walk away... only to be both kicked AND slashed at the exact same time!!

The only thing we regret is not doing this sooner.

---

Dark Xerox (Shadow/Copy)- Mech-tenant, tapping into the Dark power in his reserves, transforms into a person or thing he previously made contact with in a metamorphosis-like style. The more powerful the individual transformed into, the more strain this puts on him. Transformations he did not make contact with or techniques that are beyond his understanding cannot be used.
Breaker Type (Shield/Impact)- Prototype charges at extreme speeds, homing on the target and gaining Super Armor.
Comet Attack (Space/Impact)- Mimicking a space rock, Duo crashes into a target with extreme power.

♫ Track 01 - THUNDER FORCE IV『Lightning Strikes Again - Metal Squad』

HAAAAAGGGH!!

Mech-tenant extends his arms around him, increasing the size of all asteroids in the distance before sending them flying towards Soul, who leaps past all of them, sucking up the last one into his Space Orb!

Really? You think throwing a little temper tantrum will change what everyone else thinks of you?
SHUT UP!

Mech-tenant flies over to Soul, punching him to the face. Shortly after, Soul retaliates with a headbutt of his own, then steps directly on Mech-tenant's foot, knocking him off balance and leaving him directly open for a punt, which knocks him into Jupiter!

---

As Mech-tenant falls directly on a crash course towards the gas giant, he finds himself surrounded with the heat of re-entry before making impact with the planet, creating a city-sized crater. Seemingly not very hurt, he quickly jumps back up.

Bastard!

As Mech-tenant prepares to fly back away from Jupiter, he hears something behind him, turning around just in time to slice the same nullified asteroid from before with his Dark Scythe!

Hnh!

Soul from above attempts to ambush him with a kick, But Mech-tenant yet again counters, using his Scythe to drag Soul onto the ground before laying a beatdown full of punches!

Urgh--!
I picked this one up from Rock. 3,589 punches and counting.

Moments later, Mech-tenant's arms become invisible due to the speed they travel at, though the damaging concussive force can still be seen as Soul takes each powerful blow.

869,928,274! 943,589,725! One bill--
STOP THAT!

Soul kicks Mech-tenant off of him, staggering him just long enough for Soul to return the favor, as Red, yet transparent flaring balls of heat manifest around Soul's fists, as he spreads punches all over Mech-tenant's body!

---

A. Rock, now in Speed Switch, hurtles through space.

Dammit. If they end up duking it out for long enough, one-- or both of them'll end up dead. And that's excluding any possible mass-destruction they'll make along the way.
...Mech... I thought I was pissed off at what happened with . But he's been handling an even worse grudge than mine... And for how long?

A. Rock continues floating through the distance, surpassing breakneck speeds.

---

Dark Scythe (Shadow/Cutter)- Mech-tenant's transformable weapon, which can form into a shield or a laser rifle. Is stacked to the brim with a unique, uncontrollable darkness with the power to distort reality around it.
Hyper Flare (Flame/Explode)- Soul radiates a cosmic heat around his hands, using it to create sphered fields of energy around his fists. Upon impact, they release solar-radiation shockwaves with the luminosity of compressed stars.
Attack/Defense/Speed Switch- A transformation-like state which can be taken on instantly to gain a vast boost in Attack, Defense, or Speed. Stats cannot debuffed in these states.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Shoving Soul further and further away from the level ground, Mech-tenant punches Soul higher and higher into the air repeatedly, while frequently increasing in speed to lay more hits on him!

I'M NO ONE'S LOSER! NO ONE'S SIDEKICK! I HOPE YOU LIKE HELL, BECAUSE YOU JUST BOUGHT A ONE-WAY TICKET THERE!!
...

Mech-tenant brings out his Dark Scythe, slashing at Soul... who catches it with his hands?

!?!?
Heh. So you've got some bite to your bark, too. That's good. It makes you worth thrashing.

As Mech-tenant tries to pull it away, Soul raises a fist.

But a loser is still a loser. And remember : You asked for this.

---

Mech-tenant skyrockets out of the exosphere, crashing into and through the moon, before plowing through several asteroids until he finally slows down enough to land onto one. He takes the spare time he has to gather himself.

Ungh... (Damn... that felt like getting hit by two hundred atomic bombs.)

On the space rock, he looks around himself.

(...Fuck. Did he knock me into the asteroid belt? With one hit?)
Behind you.

Mech-tenant quickly delivers a back-handed swing, but hits nothing but the space around him as a boot radiating with powerful electricity nails him straight under the jaw, forcing him upwards. Soul, who is seemingly responsible, flies into a Space Orb in pursuit.

Meanwhile, Mech-tenant once again gathers himself.

(Okay-- Gotta concentrate. Gotta--)

Instinctively Mech-tenant dodges another ambush attempt from Soul, who exits one of his Space Orbs, tagging the capped robot with an elbow to the side of his face, a kick to the side of his stomach, and a strong haymaker which knocks him back!

---

Sagitta Slasher (Electric/Cutter)- Soul does a backflip, kicking the target and inflicting a piercing electric aura onto them, as well as knocking them upwards.

Space Orb (Space/Empty)- Soul creates a sphere devoid of mass that can expand or change shape without restriction, which also has the ability to nullify and absorb anything it comes into contact with, including Soul himself. All absorbed objects go to a separate infinite plane of reality known as "Limbo" belonging to Soul himself. If used in Limbo, it has the opposite effect, but has a quantity and limitation based on that of the parallel reality he was in.

I had him! I had him game set and match! But somehow... he managed to get past me even when I would've overwhelmed him!
We underestimated that guy. That, and we held back to a considerable degree. No use beating yourself up about it.
Yeah. I don't think anyone would expect much more, anyway.

A. Rock and Mech-tenant both turn around, to see Soul sitting down on the living room couch.

How did you get in here?!
Uh huh. I saw the whole thing. Ya'll got embarrassed.
Seriously! Literally only us two are supposed to know where this place is!
Huh. Coulda fooled me.

Soul, spotting a Nintendo Switch, boots it up, preparing to set TV mode as well.

Hey. Hands off, pal.

Soul scoffs, turning to Mech-tenant.

What, are you worried I'll get something on it? I wear gloves. And it's not like any more man or robot-tailored diseases are existing any time soon.
Look, I'm just bored, okay? I'm sorry. Anyway, you guys need to lighten up.
..."Lighten up"?

Mech-tenant quickly grabs Soul from behind, flipping his body over before slamming him on the floor.

!!
You show up unannounced, you disrespect us, you touch OUR property like it's our own-- And you tell us to lighten up?
Okay. If it were some god, or the president, or even a friend-- maybe I would let that slide.
Hey, dude, don't you think your esc--
But YOU. You of all people have no right to act all high and mighty here. I won't take that kind of attitude from an aloof nobody who no one cares about.

Getting up, Soul dusts himself off.

Really? 'kay, I'll bite. Like you said. I don't have much to my name. But I'd much rather be a nobody than a loser who wouldn't win his way out of a cardboard box.
Because if I had to chose between being forgotten-- And being remembered as a WIMP-- I'd eagerly take the former. If only you were given that much of a choice.
...

As the words seem to have struck an internal nerve drive or two with Mech-tenant, his eyes glow. An aura manifests around him. A. Rock prepares to try and stop him... but instead, Mech-tenant powers down, walking away.

So maybe I was a bit harsher than I meant to be.
That was out of line. You should go.
Yeah, yeah, I figured.

Soul begins to leave as A. Rock op

GGGGRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A A A A A A A ! ! ! ! ! !

Mech-tenant crashes through one of the walls, tackling Soul through the Motel and leaving a purple trail of light behind!

Dim wakes up after yawning, sitting up.

Updates complete.

She looks towards Cadence, who is on the other side of the room, still on her phone with a bug-eyed expression.

Dare I even ask?
So, you remember the hunkiest hunk of hunks known to all hunk-king who also happens to go by ?
...The phony, right?
The NOT phony! And yes! And you'll also never believe what just happened!
You know, the more time you spend exaggerating the grandeur of this, the less surprising your reveal will be--
He beat up the SWN-OOΩ.
...
...Okay...? That could've been a fake--
And then after that your one-eyed boyfriend took him away.
!?!?!?!?

Nothing but silence is heard for a few seconds, before being met with:

I can settle for the weekends. That is when work is at it's least.

---

I--!... This must be some sort of mistake! Clearly, they aren't under some sort of evil agenda! Bear witness to my alternate self, who--
Oh. He was simply following orders.
What do you mean!?
Him and the stooges which were surrounding him? They are four of the president's personal lapdogs. They bend to his will, and his alone. Does that sound familiar...?
......No...
I'm afraid so.
Who... who are you, stranger?
I am called Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahamet. Vahamet. Yes, indeed.

---

Will the madness of dictatorship never end!?

Not until the people of this world are made aware of the leashes bonded to their necks. They don't even know how subjugated they are.

I had... I had tried to warn these citizens of the earth. That they have been ruled over unwittingly. But alas... I was silenced, and later sealed... by president Walter and his men.

Walter...

There is still hope, traveler. I can show you. Guide you. And soon, you will be able to liberate these people from their downtrodden state. What say you..?

...
...Yes. I will.

It'll only be a little while longer. Soon, this world will be a complete utopia.

The limo driver retorts.

Pardon me for perhaps speaking out of line, Mr. President. But you are aware there are many that are going to be against this idea?
...But of course. Everyone is going to be against some form of concept. I'm sure there will be others who try and dissuade me.
...I see. And why do you think that is? Your presidency has been on a high note so far. But now naysayers have been given a reason to rise from the woodwork.
.....It's because people are afraid. Afraid of change. Part of that can be chalked up to human instinct-- 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it'.
But they don't see how necessary it is. Too much has happened and too little has been done to prevent it.
Obviously, if we want to keep citizens safe, we'll have to alter the status quo.
Alter the status quo... well said.

The limo races off in the distance.

---

The phone is picked up.

As everyone leaves the scene, Vaati laughs yet again.

I could watch these fools quarrel with one another day and night. But alas... it's taxing on my magic reserves... of which the Shadow Realm seem to be slowly eating away at. I should have plenty of time until that happens... but there is never a way to be so sure of such things.

Vaati clenches his fist.

If I could only escape so I could blast that wretched edge-filled team, as well as those Walters along with Will Smith and his wretched cronies. Then, I could finally shape the world into whatever madness I so please.
...But such a thing will only be fantasy without a way to to free myself from being sealed within the Shadow Realm. I have wandered for an escape... but I have found none so far.
Hmmm... Ho?

Vaati looks back at the left circle containing the Earth's view. He zooms in on a figure seemingly behind an alleyway...

---

W-was that me?... and those three pour souls from the chamber.
This world's majesty... It seems as though I may have overestimated him. But what exactly happened to him? Where did I-- He-- send him?

---

I only get one chance at this. As the humans say, after all... YOLO.

---

Where would your king send his fouldoers?
To an area where all that exists is pain and suffering. By luck, I have escaped that fate.
...Hold. Who might this be?

I am a victim of this world, who was conquered utterly by the ruler of the land, and his men.

'Ruler'? That can't be right. Surely, this timeline does not operate under the same monarchy?

But of course not. We are free from the oppressive, selfish "kings" who put themselves on unjust pedestals...

As a slight breeze blows by, leaves and other small objects then begin to be carried from the alleyway. One of these items are a newspaper... which is headlined with a familiar face.

...
...Zounds.

We call them 'presidents'.

What have you done!?

Protoype smirks.

Saved all the people who could've died if he had persisted.
YOU MEAN, YOU...?
Yes. I sent him packing somewhere he'll never escape from.

Defteros charges at Prototype, swinging straight for him. Prototype sidesteps, and kicks him backwards, blocking off the attack with his Seraph Sabre. After being pushed back, he realizes he is now cornered by all four members of Team Prototype.

You know... if not for the fact you've not ONLY contributed to stopping Vaati but also the clone crisis, you'd be right there with him.
...
I'm not letting him go, if that's what you were wondering. Not that I condone that ""'s ideas of murder... but be truthful. He deserved to die.
...No. I refuse to believe that. No one deserves to die. There's always a better way.
Preach to the heartbroken widows he's made, not me.

Prototype turns to Junior.

Son. Call drones to fix the damages within the area of action.
... (...Done. I think.)
Then we're done here.

Prototype tugs his cape towards the wind, walking off. The rest of his team follows. Defteros intently stares at them from behind, but makes no move against them nor Chronom, who seems to be walking off in the other direction as well. Even so, Defteros can stll hear Prototype say:

And by the way... consider that a paid debt to you. The next time you decide to cross us... you'll meet the same path as your "friend".
...

Hnh. Big Eye, it's that one celebrity guy that you like so much.

The oncomers, who reveal themselves to be Team Prototype, stand tall... except for Big Eye, who zips towards Chronom immediately.

Himynameisbigeye!andyou'rethehandsomemanwhokicksbuttright!?Iwatchallyourhighlitsandfollowyouontwitter!
HAVE MY BABIES.
...

Snapped out of his beserker rage by Big Eye's simping, Chronom backs up a little.

... IS FLATTERED... BUT WHO MIGHT YOU BE?
Someone along with us three who were sent here to intervene and stop any further damage from occuring.

Prototype turns to Defteros.

Nobody has to kill anyone, right? We can resolve this peacefully.
Peacefully? Yes. After today, he won't be doing any killing or threatening innocent lives.
Good!

Prototype picks up Proteus.

And there's only one way to do that.
Wait...

Defteros slowly goes from confused to concerned.

Are you planning on--
Killing him? No. He- along with you are responsible for the current safety of myself* and President Walter*.
Then what do you intend on doing with him?

Big Eye and Chronom both look back as Prototype ejects Proteus into the sky... warping him away.

Putting him in his place.

---

*After being stabbed ( This being specifically from another body belonging to Vaati which he had used undercover) (Page 246, Post #13) and outsmarted (Page 249, Post #8) by the likes of Vaati, Prototype was left with a fatal situation, with Walter unconscious due to being unable to maintain proper balance in his emotions (Page 247, Post #9). Fortunately for the both of them, Proteus and Defteros made the save, though Vaati was still one step ahead. (Page 250, Post #7)

Perish.
GGHH! AAAAAAAAAGHHH!

Staggered, Proteus tries to throw a punch at Chronom, but the warrior of time ducks, seamlessly flowing into a backwards kick!

AAAAAADIEDIE DIE DIE KILL YOU DIE!!!!
Perish.

Still locked in his rage, Proteus grabs one of Chronom's arms and throws him backwards, but the clockwork combatant manages to land on his feet. Swiftly, he weaves between Proteus's shields as they charge forward, moving through to strike Proteus multiple times with a Lightyear Lariat!

URK--!

Knocked down, Proteus is then beaten and bashed over the head by Chronom, who repeatedly drives his fists into him!

PERISH!!

As the damaged and wounded Proteus seems to become less and less responsive with each blow, Chronom in anger continues striking him.

You're nothing but a worthless, compassionless, utter piece of scum who knows nothing but to bully!
You along with others have set the public perception of robots back to possible decades! With your incessant evildoing, it is a wonder which you have not been cleansed from the sake of the earth long ago!
...
Heed 's words true, monster-- No more people will suffer at your hand!!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND!? NO MORE!!

Chronom raises both of his fists up, in preparation to smash Proteus. He lowers them...

UNGH!

But not fast enough to slam Proteus, as the pink streak from before tackles Chronom head-on, as they both crash several yards away!

---

Lightyear Lariat (Time/Swift)- gains a streak of speed, running forward both physically and through time, using his accelerated speed to clobber a selected target.

That could have gone better.
I feel like he had a couple of points... but does he really feel like this is the right way to go about things?
Time will tell. But to be honest, maybe it's best that--

The four suddenly hear a beeping noise... one that comes directly from Junior, who then displays a holographic alert.

... (...That's new.)
A disturbance, huh? Alright, we'll put our little 'politics' problem on hold.
After all...

---

Butlertype ducks in an alley corner, barely escaping laser fire, which seems to be coming from Proteus' shields. Meanwhile, out in the open, Chronom dodges and weaves through the lasers, which despite shooting rapidly in random directions all seem to fail to graze him.

You will cease your evil at once!
KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!!!! KILL YOU ALL!!!!

Chronom backflips a Core Laser, before Extending his hands around him, stopping all laser fire in place.

!!!?

Proteus prepares to command his shield, but is interrupted by a kick to the face, which is followed by a Shining Uppercut!

---

Trajective Halt (Time/Freeze)- stops all projectiles fired from both him and all other parties in place for 3 turns. Up until this time, no one can fire any sort of projectile.
Shining Uppercut (Electric/Impact)- delivers a devastating uppercut, which generates a bright light, stunning the target. This light affects the target regardless of shades, closed eyes or the like.

Heh heh heh heh heh... hahahahahahah!

Alone, Vaati stands in the purple abyss. His laugh echoes further down the dimension as the dark creature applauds, slowly clapping his hands.

I must say... things are certainly getting... interesting.. back on Earth.

In front of him are two transparent circles, in-between them respectively being the view of both Walter in his office and Team Prototype storming out of the building.

It's quite poetic. As they all united to band against me, they now are slowly- yet, all the more surely- turning on each other.

Vaati folds his arms, somehow satisfied. His posture is relaxed, strangely so, despite being banished.

This is a most delicious awakening of results.

---

---

...But I see now that wasn't necessary in the slightest!... It baffles me that I failed to see that after all this time... both man and machine... are their own worst enemy.
Though I still search for a means to escape with what remaining magic I have left... It seems not even I am required to inflict the Ultimate Despair.