We have reason to believe an unknown threat from an unknown timeline has invaded this one as we know it.
Darn. Well, what am I supposed to about that? Can't exactly help if the possible threat can't be identified, can it?
No, but we thought it would be wise to drop by and send you a warning, as well as ask you if you believe there are any possible threats that may be out there.
...

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I haven't seen anything. Though that's not an excuse not to be on the lookout.
No, certainly not. But if you say you haven't spotted anything, we'll take you at your word.

Will Smith seems to be seconds away from conjuring another portal... but instead walks over, and points to a sword stuck in the ground.

Is that...?
...Yes. It's the new-and-improved Z-Sword.
Why's it sticking through the ground, though?
Well, it was planted there for somebody who could be deemed powerful and noble enough to wield it in combat. From what I heard, it's versatile enough to channel the flow of any energy, and then stack power onto it tens, hundreds, or even thousands of times.
I personally haven't bothered giving it much thought since I'm not really a swords person. But if you can pick it up, then I guess it's only fair you--
DIBS!

4827 leaps at the blade, attempting to yank it away from the ground. He finds it doesn't even budge. After 40 seconds of nonstop struggling, he aggravatedly resigns attempting to pull the blade upwards, stomping away.

Rassa-frassa rigged sword... Thor called, said he wants his mythos back...

. . .

Golly. That sounds like baaaad neeews.
"Bad news" is putting it mildly. Either it was some huge hoax... or very soon, we may be in deep, deep, trouble.
I'll bet that prophecy was really talkin' about me! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Look who skipped Hallow's Eve. What's the occasion now? I thought we vessels weren't worth your time?
Pssht... OBVIOUSLY. It just so happens that there's nothin' around for me to do. And PRESIDENT you boring as hell. Something about passing-out anti-vigilantism laws soon.
...No way. I mean, I knew he could be a little uptight, but... he's me. And I wouldn't do that.
How do you know that for sure?
....Huh. I guess you have a point there.

---

---

A wormhole suddenly opens behind Walter and the figure.

What the-- HEY! MY FLASHBACK SEQUENCE!
Nobody cares about your history anyway.
WALTER!

The firstmost figure aggressively walks towards Walter.

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

The two slap hands, forming a strong-gripped hand shake. 4827 approaches him.

President Walter?
Nope. He's an entirely different person.
One that also warrants an entirely different conversation. We're here to talk to you about--
Vaati's escaped the Shadow Realm, hasn't he?
No.
...Huh.

Will turns to everyone else.

We gotta go talk to Walter.
Which one?
Which one is more likely to listen?
Good point.
Walter who? The president?

Will Smith opens up a portal. He keeps doing it, but he never explains how.

Not exactly, Quint-kun. But you will soon understand.

Will jumps in, followed by Segata, Cena, and Rambo. Confused, 4827 slowly attempts to peer inside... before tripping and falling directly in.

...W-wait a minute...
...It's literally been an entire thread. How am I still not on Earth by now?
YOU TWO BETTER PUT THE PEDAL TO THE MEDAL!

After turning around and barking orders, the young lady cackles to herself.

If a certain someone plans on sidelining me, I'd just force myself to be relevant...

Someone suddenly perks up...

..Did someone say something?

Alastor looks around, spotting nothing.

Bah. If they did, it was probably too insignificant to matter, anyway,

---

Bowser turns to Kamek.

Kill? Kill who?
Your foulness, I don't recall ever suggesting you kill anything.
...Huh.

---

Through the horizon, someone... or something... flies at breakneck speeds...

(Hah, hah, hah! What a pathetic attempt at control. I have grown long since such insignificant babble long ago.)
(However... that's not to say killing is entirely off the menu...)

The figure tunes into three voices...

We'll-a-get through this one way or another. I-a-know it!
(Ngh... whatever. At least try to take this more seriously.)
I'll need to run some more tests before I can-a-determine anything else. You guys-a-do whatever in the meantime, okay?
You got it!

Hmm. I'd say that went well.
Wouldn't the four of you agree?

A blurred fist suddenly launches itself right towards Walter... but then space suddenly bends, causing the intruders to crash onto the ground.

Oh, right. He can do that.
Yeah. What was that plan?

Prototype, the one responsible, gets up. Walter, who is still sitting in his chair, folds his arms.

Typical. I thought you of all people were smarter than to try and do something that braindead.
Next time you try to ambush me, I promise I won't move... and instead let every alloy in your endoskeleton shatter.

Dusting himself off, Prototype stands tall.

I was only trying to guarantee your attention. And now that I have it... what the hell do you think you're doing, "Commander in Chief"?
Isn't that obvious? Establishing order. For once, I have the chance to be more than a plot device. And I won't let it escape.
You're forcing everyone to go through you. Like you're some sort of king.
Wrong again. All I've done since Vaati is try my hardest to hold the world accountable. That's no monarchy.
I'm not sure why that's your problem, anyway. You're only in here because I had my forces stand down.
(Yeah, but the way you've been doing it is--)
Drastic? Nephew, everything that's been going on is drastic. And the only way to react to drastic actions is with drastic reactions.
The status quo was never meant to be like this, Walter. You're flipping the system upside it's head.
The government was never meant to be strong? Consequences were never meant to be taken seriously? If that's the case, I'll gladly flip any switch I need.
This is out of your hands. Soon, you'll see that this change was for the better. But until then.. you four be a good little task force... Do what all robots are meant to do...
And.
Get.
Back.
In.
Line.
...

Team Prototype after a slight hesitation walk out of the room.

The face of god himself. The origin of madness incarnate. He will return, and reduce all destined to fall before him to ash.

Walter does a double take.
What!? Are you seriously trying to string me along here!?
I am not. All I bear towards you is the knowledge, straight from my Omniscience, that foretells your fate.
So... you're telling me... that we're apparently destined to all be killed by MKII. Or someone else. Or whatever.
I am telling you the future. Of which I cannot tell any more of.

Walter folds his arms.

Cool. Some God of Knowledge you are.
I cannot spare any more details than that for the sake of your comprehension and sanity. In due time, the prophecy will be fulfilled.
Don't bullshit me. You're just a conman who-- I don't even know how I got here, I was just exploring outer space!
The back door is open. Make a wrong turn, and you will be stuck in the infinite loop of the Anti-Life Equation.
Thanks a lot. For nothing.

Walter vanishes.

...Of course... what comes after oblivion... not even I know.

As Wario and White soar through the skies at extraordinary speeds, White quickly lobs out dozens of Power Bombs, which are then gravitated towards Wario!

Go, get 'im!
MAMA'S SWEET GARLIC CLOVE!

Wario quickly creates a barrier made out of his Greed, negating the attack.

...Well, that's not fa--

Disappearing, Wario reappears behind White, punching him in the face and stomach, before White quickly pulls away, avoiding any further attacks.

---

---

Wario pulls back his hand...

So suck up all the tears you're holdin' back..

And then thrusts it forward, releasing a stream of Greed energy directly at White!

AND LEARN YOUR PLACE!
(Now!)

As White is seemingly hit, an explosion occurs. The dust fades... though Wario is too busy laughing to be looking directly.

WAHAHAHAHAHAH! Looks like the glorified loser was even weaker than his brothers!

Wario then turns to the area of impact... but sees nothing except a large, magenta card object from afar.

...
W-what the!?

Wario hears a voice behind him.

The trap card. Negate Attack. Any attack you or another monster attempts to hit me with directly is canceled out.

As Wario turns around in the location of the voice, he barks in impatience.

Y-you...
What the hell do you think you're doing talking about my family like that?

Wario instinctively rears his head and punches the air, but instead hits nothing, only greeted by a dozen Danger Bombs!

---

Power Bombs (Attack/Explode)- The user fires a decently sized explosive much larger and stronger than a regular Bomb.
(Insert Emotion) Cannon (Whatever The Hell Emotion Charges The Attack)- The user fires a beam of energy directly to the opponent, charged on their emotional energy.
Dangerous Bomb (Explode/Damage)- The user fires a deadly and devastating Bomb which does severe damage upon contact. It also has a 100% chance of Critical Hitting the opponent.

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*References: Sike, I'm not referring you to jack shit. Go find it yourself.

...That's a good question.
As long as they're people who seek to do the right thing through the right means, I have no qualms with co-operatating with other organizations, so long as they abide by the law.

---

As A. Rock crunches up a E. Tank can, he throws it at a wall in mild frustration. Mech-tenant leands besides a wall, looking towards a radio on the table in front of him.

...
Frankly? It's about time we as people learn how to evolve and unite for a common cause.

---

...When Duracell came around, it was that type of weakness that came close to dooming this world. And that's not even taking into account the multiple disasters before THAT.

At the mention of the word "Duracell", Pop raises her head from her novel, instinctively throwing it away.

EEP!

...Before realizing that nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

...I need to see a therapist.
And if the globe doesn't get it's act together...

---

As Diminuen naps on the large bed, Cadence listens to the podcast through her phone on a sofa.

And if not from that...

---

...Then surely it'll be brought upon our own hands through war. But not even in war against one another will we find a winner.
So, yes... I'm willing to set aside potential differences for the greater good of the earth.

Walking into the room Somari and Yoshles are in, Tailigee with a tablet in hand directs himself towards Somari.

Huh! That took-a-faster than I thought!
So, about the-a-uncontrollable random bursts of speed you've-a-been experiencing...
I... I don't know how to-a-tell you this...
Oh, just give it to me-a-straight! I'm-a-sure it's nothin' too problematic.
...When you ran against Shake King, you-a-ran fast. Faster than-a-any time you've ever raced without some sort of external power source.
...
You-a-claimed you were trying as hard as possible-a-not to tear apart the fabric of space-time. But I have-a-reason to believe in doing so, you dug into a source of-a-power even deeper... one that is beyond the walls of the universe. This would-a-explain why you could also do things you-a-normally couldn't.
What's it-a-gonna do?
...It's been-a-tampering with your speed. Making you slow down or-a-speed up during certain times. But with practice, you'll-a-be able to control it. But the downside...
?
It's... it's-a-super-charging your body, amplifying the molecules that make you you with a strange radiation. It's been healing you whenever you go through harm.

---

---

...Your cells are-a-suffering from over-replification, which has caused a cancer-like tumor to manifest in them. Right now, it's-a-barely noticable... but until you get used to these new powers, the more you use-a-your speed, the faster it'll fully spread... until it-a-kills you.
...
*phew*! I thought I was gonna explode or something!

Yoshles, in a small burst of anger, punches Somari across the face, knocking him down on the ground.

Uh, ow!? What was that-a-for!? Also, I-a-let you have that one, just so you-a-know--

Rage driven, Yoshles grabs Somari by the overalls.

(What are you, stupid!? You're dying!)
FYI, Only-a-until I learn my way around this-a-new speed thing. Now's-a-not the time for panicking around.

Yoshles begins to raise his fist again.

...GRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Proteus suddenly makes a large gesture with his arms, summoning all his shields together.

KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! KILL YOU GOOD AND DEAD!

As the shields charge up, gathering the energy to release a blast at the building... they are suddenly interrupted, being forced to guard Proteus by strange, purple projectiles!

!!?
!!?

Both Proteus and Butlertype from different spots look up to see the rooftop where it came from...

At last. I have finally found you, foul demon. Your days are numbered. Prepare yourself for the last of your deathly terrors...
...For will cleanse this earth of your sake forever.
HNH.... DIE, YOUWILLDIEYOUWILL DIE DIE DIE, I WILL KILL YOU.
Nay, adversary. On this day, it will be you which faces destruction.

Chronom jumps in next to Proteus. Proteus attempts to swing at him, but Chronom ducks, then hits Proteus across the face, and sends him flying. As Chronom follows, someone from inside the building bursts out.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Sprouting nano-tech wings, Defteros also flies in pursuit.

...

...I... Please. Please, just-- just listen! This evil thing that you're doing... it's eating away at you. It's hurting you. It's hurting me. It's hurting everyone. I know that this isn't you. You're confused. I can help you change. I can--
How many times....how many more times will I have to tell you before you start taking me seriously?
I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done. Anything I've done! But you can't--
Even now! You tell me how I should and shouldn't live my life. Everyone out side this coffee shop... They're scum...
...
The squishy trash known as human life on earth... fear me. They rage at me. They hate me... and I want all of that fear, the anger, and hate for myself. It makes me... It's what I am. It's why I'm me. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
...You don't hate me, though. And that's because deep, deep down, you're better than this. You're better than the fear. The hatred. The anger. You can--
You really wanna know why I don't hate you!? Do you!?
....
It's not because of some misplaced affection. Or some irrational attachment I have. You are dispensible to me.
I ...What?
Humans may be scum. But you, Defteros... You're less than utter scum. You're worthless. That lack of fear, pent-up frustration... I would get satisfaction from killing an innocent person. But you... You're worth nothing to me.
...O-oh.

The sound of someone getting out of their own chair is heard.

As a matter of fact? Let me prove how meaningless you are to--
*POW*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----

Suddenly, Butlertype hears a strong blunt force as the window bursts open, with Proteus flying out! Butlertype retreats to behind a random car as to not be seen.

JGNHJQTKASGNKJASGNJKASGNKAJNAWHAT.

As Proteus with extreme anger looks on to see what through him out the building, he spots the perpetrator... one with unimaginable anger.

...And STAY out.

The door slams shut. Meanwhile, Proteus stamps on the ground with extreme, yet petulant anger.

(Urgh... I had anticipated for myself to be in this timeline as well, but not his majesty. Fortunately, he seems not as powerful in this world... but to what end has there been to the horror he may have unleashed!?)

It means we've just discovered that timelines inside the shards also have a gateway which allows them to escape.

John turns straight to to Will, and looks him eye-to-eye.

You're telling me someone or something managed to invade our own home world, and we don't have the slightest clue what?
Wow. Nice job ironing out the kinks.
Shut up.
How could you tell it was the same?
Because I was thinking of the timeline as well. And the shard's image didn't change.

Will thinks to himself.

Whoever did this somehow found out how to operate these babies... how?
We must search for them immediately!
Can't.

Will folds his arms.

The perpetrator could have easily hid their origin timeline by thinking up another, or perhaps somehow discarded the shard altogether. We have no real way of knowing where they came from.
Man, did you fumble hard.

Giving Cena a short stare, Will turns the rest of his body to everyone else.

Right now?... There's nothing we can do. That escapist could be anywhere...

---

Hff. So now I've got some wannabe star on my tail. So what? He'll do just as well as the other 99%.
You can be friends with him!
Friends? I don't-- Are you retarded? I don't make friends. I don't have a friend!
That's because you have a bestest friend in me!...
...At least, only because I'm the only one you have. All friends should be treated with equal regard.
I TREAT NO ONE WITH EQUAL REGARD!

As Butlertype walks around a sidewalk, he investigates the area around him.

Hmmm.... No areas of torture in sight... and the feel of everlasting dread seems not to be near... Automobiles? A strange land to behold...
An abundance of intelligent life... but no power or heroism to be--
!!!!!!

As Butlertype looks through a window, he happens to see....

I don't need friends! I don't want friends! I don't have friends! I am and always will be pure evil!
You know, being a good person any less than what you would be bad. Maybe you should at least think about changing? Pretty please?
NO!

...Zounds...

Quickly taking cover, Butlertype ducks down and sneakily hides himself, though positions himself well enough to still get an earshot without being seen.

At the edge of Hypertime, a large wormhole opens up. Will, Segata, Rambo, and Cena come through, as long as 4827.

Woah... you created this?
It's meant to put all foreign entities back to their own areas in time.

The group walks forward into the dreamlike dimension.

All ya gotta do is think up a place, and you'll go there. A simple solution to restoring the space time continu--
Hold on a moment.

One of the shards catches Will's attention. Everyone else looks towards the one Will Smith himself faces.

What exactly seems to be the issue, Smith-san?
Yeah. Ain't nothin seems to be out of order here.
This shard...

Will Smith snaps his finger, stopping it in place. Aater taking a closer look, he turns to everyone else.

No... ain't no way... How the hell could someone have managed to get inside of our timeline from the inside of Hypertime?
WHAT!?
Is... that supposed to be bad?

Footsteps trudge along a path, as the familiar shard from before is planted in the darkest corner of the cave, illuminating a light just bright enough for Butlertype to be visible.

That should do it. If anyone other than I in this world were to know of this... it could spell utter disaster.
Now, then... it's now or never.

Slowly entering through the shard, Butlertype's body is engulfed... leaving only the dimensional gateway inside the cave.

---

Butlertype falls through one of the shards, though reacts in time to backflip through the air and land on his feet.

That strange man said thinking for a timeline would make your thoughts manifest one.... so I would like to see... what's the most powerful world out there?

The giant shard closest to Butlertype changes images.

No doubt this is where the destined heroes lie.
Oh. And I suppose it may be confusing if I run into a parallel of myself.

Butlertype grabs something from inside his cape, and sticks it to his forehead.

The time has come.

Butlertype, with a sprinting head start, jumps head-first into the--!

---

Will, who wipes a nosebleed from his face, glances towards John, Segata, and Rambo, who share this same glare. The three of them nod, as Will looks back to 4827.

Tell you what... eh... Well, I know you're Quint, but that's kind of a--
4827.
Gotcha. Me and the boys don't normally let people in on important business on random encounters, but you seem trustworthy.
Yeah.
Just what're you guys on about?
You and your boys' goals were to reverse the flow of time back to the way it was before, right? Truth is... that's what we've been trying to do for a while now.
...Huh. Really? And what about me makes it easier to trust than any other so-claimed ex-Quint out there?
Your eyes are visible to us. It gives us much more comfort around you.
I'll... I'll take it.

I'm aware of the individual you're referring to. Although identity has been withheld as to not cause a stir among citizens, I can confirm with full confidence that the perpetrator in question of the Red Glare disaster is due to the actions of a separate entity entirely. Not that it matters, since all who do things like this will be met the same way. With swift, unyielding justice.

---

HEY!
Why in the fu--

Suddenly, a large plate bonks Proteus from behind the head. In confusion, Prototype looks for the one responsible... the person right behind him.

You will watch your language here or you will get your coffee somewhere else. Understand?
...Are...

Prototype gets up from his seat, and meets Dolce face-to-face.

Are you threatening me?
It's not a threat: It is a promise.
I kill people. What makes you think you'll end up any exception?
Try and find out.

Before either of them can make a move, Defteros steps in between, apologizing to Dolce before blocking Proteus.

You--!
I what? I'm not afraid of you. I hardly respect you. The only reason you are still here, still a customer is because this place is not bound by traditional laws. And even then, you only have your sweetheart companion to thank for you not being kicked out long ago.
Oh, you're too kind.
I hardly spend time outdoors. But from what I can make of your conversations, you are nothing more than a lowlife who wishes he could be something he is not. And to that, I owe nothing.
So I say again; You will watch your language here. Or you will get your coffee somewhere else. Understand?

Proteus mumbles something, although it's tone seems to be one of affirmation. Dolce walks away in a huff.

...

Walter suddenly redirects his gaze back towards Mayor Dorado, gesturing at him with a "we'll reschedule this later, bye-bye now" glance.

---

NOOOO!!!1!

I am doomsday incarnate, and I exist to bring dread onto all of reality.

But if I'm going to do that, it'll be on my terms. Not a WHORE'S.

Oh, it's not that bad!

I was made to create the ultimate utopia. For that, I try my hardest to find the good in everyone.

Because it exists in everyone. No matter how miniscule it may seem.


A robot walks to the table Proteus and Defteros are at, and drops down a plate with two different cups of coffee.

Here you are, sirs.
Thank you, Dolce!
More like Dolt.

I know for sure it exists in Proteus. And deep down, he might know he can change too.

But he doesn't make it easy.


Need to stop getting sidetracked. Occupied from my one, real priority. I'm trying to focus on it...

But he doesn't make it easy.

If things don't change soon, you're going to be arrested and hostilely treated like a criminal.
Gimme a damn break. Who's gonna stop me? Mr. Men In Black? He literally needed an entire training arc to touch me.
Yes. But you're forgetting he knows everything about you.
No he doesn--
Does he?
Well...

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You even gave worked with him to stop Vaati! And if he's the type of person to document the strengths and weaknesses of everyone he meets, then...
Shit.