After fully processing and understanding what happened, Butlertype nods at himself.

.....I see. Infinite worlds. Infinite possibilities. The one who seemed to know about this... it was likely his doing that created the gateway outside of this world.
If his majesty found out about this, he'd surely proclaim an conquest to dominate all live in every timeline.

Butlertype paces around the room.

There is no chance a rebellion would work, either. He is simply too powerful for anyone in this plane of reality to defeat... so...

Butlertype stops.

If I escape to another timeline, where such patriarchy is gone... I could return to to create the coup, and befall that fiend once and for all. But... what if it... fails? I'll have doomed everyone! Including myself! Especially myself! And that's what matters the most!

Butlertype stops, hearing an outburst from the door behind him.

I'VE UNLOCKED MY 3864819184671782941941^2312414th TRANSFORMATION! AIN'T THAT A QUIRK!?!?
HAHAHAHAH! THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID IT'S HILARIOUS!
I'M STILL GARBAGE!
I'm still ass...
...Well. You miss 100% of the chances you don't take.

Butlertype grabs the giant shard and Breaker Types through the closest wall, bashing a thick hole in it.

YAY! I'M THE 6,000TH POST!

Seconds after being knocked away, White dashes back into view, punching Wario twice, once in the gut and another in the face!

If you're too ignorant to make any sense, then I'll force it into you!

White prepares for another uppercut!... But it's stopped by Wario's two hands. Still holding White's in one, he pulls back one of his arms.

You were stronger before... weren't 'cha?
Wh-what the!?

Wario curls up the fingers in his right arm, and lets loose at White with an extremely strong punch, breaking the sound barrier many times over, creating a crater and knocking everyone else within the vicinity back!

(...Tch. I should've known it would come to this...)

Max looks up into the air, seeing Wario fly after White via Greed power.

(After using that power, White's power has dropped considerably. It'll be an uphill battle for him.)

Waluigi, still blown back by the power, turns to Petey.

Yeh! Looks like the tables have turned for Wario after all!
*ROAAAAAAAAR* (Yeah... but if things escalate like this... the woods will be destroyed entirely.)

Was that really a speech? That was like, three sentences tops.

Wait what was I, uh? Oh yeah. Omega turns his back to Plumeria and Peony.

This is a waste of my time. I have more important insects to crush.
Now that's just plain rude.
I could have done much worse.
...Yeah, you're right about that... but... wait a minute...
What now!?
...We should ask for directions! How else are we gonna beat the ma'am or mister we're looking for?
If the boogeyman existed in the real world and asked you for instructions, would you guide him? Or would you run away screaming?
Are you seriously comparing yourself to the boogeyman?
Of course not. Because unlike it, I am a legend that truly exists.
Now you're just talking semantics agai--
HEY!!

Walter and Omega's attentions are diverted as they along with BeastMan transfer it to the voice heard in the distance. Omega himself turns behind, seeing the speaker firsthand.

...Is this another one of your...?
In a halfwitted fantasy, perhaps. But I hold no recalling of this person.
Y-you... you killed-- you destroyed me in cold-blood! And you have the gall to say you don't remember me!?
I do not keep track of those I destroy. I leave that task for graveyards.
You sick monster! You're even eviler than I thought!
H-hey, no need for harsh words like-- And you, too! You enable him! Like this is some sort of game! Like we don't feel actual pain from this!

Omega tilts his head sideways. The Navi's body language changes, as it seemingly prepares for a fight.

And what exactly do you plan on doing? About as much as a gnat can do to a behemoth, I see..
You're bad guys... and bad guys need to be taught a lesson! Prepare for Battle--!

As the Navi charges, it is met with a foot to the face, which sends it flying a small, but notable distance away.

Who the hell is this fool?
Beats me. But if it gives a proper excuse to enact a little violence...

♫ Bomberman Generation - Boss Battle Theme ♫

As the two circle one another carefully, they seem to size one another up, as the circling slows down. Wario is the first to halt his momentum completely, stopping in his tracks. White does the same.

...
...
......Heh!

Wario quickly charges towards White, who throws one of the two bombs directly at Wario!

Eat this!
WAAAAH!

Wario dives to the side, dodging the bomb and pulling out a Bob-Omb, throwing it at White while equipping himself with anther, although White ducks it, while chucking the Bomb at his disposal at Wario, who leaps in front of the bomb, Chomping it up and spitting it on the ground, with the explosion propelling him towards in front of White!

OKAY! LET'S GO!

Wario drops down in the nick of time to block two punches with his raised fists. He attempts to Shoulder Bash White down, but White counters with a Shield, blocking off the assault. As Wario's fists brush against the shield, White is pushed further and further back, before finally dodging one of Wario's punches, seizing the short window of opportunity given to him by kicking him in the stomach, which puts Wario flat on the ground.

WARIO!

Wario quickly jumps back to his feet, this time with an even faster dash to White!

Not so fast!

White swiftly throws his Shield at Wario like a projectile, but Wario jumps over the shield, and then bombards White with a barrage of kicks, which are parried, though not without notable struggle from White's behalf, as Wario fakes another consecutive kick at White, who falls for the false attack, leaving him open to a strong elbow, and sending him sprawling through the forest, knocking down trees and other forms of wildlife.

Nothing happeeeeens~!

Dave Bomber catches glimpse of strange slightly dug areas spread apart, though barely noticeable to the naked eye. Small sprinklers embedded with Wario and Waluigi's heads are on the ground as well, but nothing seems to be out of place with them.

---

Well? What are we gonna do now?
For starters, I'm sure you three have already received word about alleged potential changes to the law.
Yeah. Seems a little drastic, to be honest.
Exactly. It's too drastic, and quite frankly, concerning. Which is why I think we should discuss this to him.
(Is this really a good idea? The last time we got together, he wasn't very...)

---

---

(...Stable.)
It's the one way we'll get answers from him. It's not like anyone other than his own characters are going to try it.
And if this is leading towards what I hope it isn't... bad things are coming this way. Let's move out.

The four warp away.

---

They both hear the phone ringing as Mayor Dorado begins to exit the door.

One minute.

Walter picks up the call.

Mayor Dorado raises and eyebrow at Walter, and comments:

Mr. President... I sincerely hope this isn't a gambit for control.
That's where you're wrong, Mayor Dorado.

Walter pushes against his desk, standing up and tightening his vest.

I'm not interested in any more control than I already have. Currently?... I'm the most powerful person on the planet. And not just politically, either.
Hmmm... I see.
Although... It may be easier for you to see things my way with a little trip. What say you, Dorado?
I'm not opposed to that idea. Sure, why not?

Dorado jumps up from his seat, following Walter out of the room.

Now, before I continue, Mr. Walter... I must say that your tenure as President has been an astounding success... perhaps more than any other so far. It's with your guidance that mankind has been able to unite as one so far.
No need for flattery, Mayor Dorado. It is my honor to help.
That said... the newest laws you're attempting to get the judicial branch to create seem... a little questionable... to say the least.

Walter nonchalantly removes his legs from the desk, stretching his arms onto it instead.

And how so? It won't affect you, after all.
Yes... but it radically changes the game for everything. The idea that all forms of non-government mandated vigilantism across the globe are now declared illegal... when so many disasters have been prevented from that form of defense.
Look, I'm not too keen on random hero guys showing up either. But it stands to say we'd only lose less from this! Your approved Team Prototype won't be able to handle all forms of crisis alone!
They won't be. Recall how your police department has partaken in serving as well. And that's assuming any more threats bypass the impenetrable military department that has been deployed during my service.
Frankly, I'm tired of unregistered sanctimonious nobodies which pretend to fight for the greater good when they're just as liable to causing damage as enemies. It's a perpetual overreliance on these same forces which makes the government look weak in comparison.
Still... can't we.. work things out with them?
That's what this legislative act is for. To separate friend from foe. To separate villain... from hero.

Max crash lands on the ground around White, slamming hard upon contact.
♫ Bomberman 64: The Second Attack - Lost Planet Alcatraz 2nd Mix ♫

No way!!
Wario!
!?
...

Ugh...

Max, now on both knees, grasps his head with one hand, trying to recollect himself. While he does, a voice speaks from the shadows where, footsteps can also be heard.

Did'ja really think I'd be down for the count for long? Feh. Wario, The Legend, doesn't know how to quit!

White grunts in frustration before responding.

Wario! Stop making this more difficult than it has to be and tell us what you know already!
Fine! I know you're a scumbag coward who looks for excuses to beat people up when they're unprepared! I know that whatever you're accusin' me of is false, and that I've got jack squat to do with it! And most importantly?..

Wario fully comes out from the shadows, with a shining glow emitting from the grasp of his right hand.

I know that you're a pain in my ass-- One that I'm about to send packing once and for all.
....Whatever you're planning, it won't work. So far, nothing you've done has been in success. So why can't we just talk this out? Please? We don't have any more reasons to fight each other!

Wario folds his arms.

You need a reason to fight? Alright, how about this: You're on my property, you assaulted us, and I don't like you. Is that enough for ya?
Are you ready, you little twerp? You're better of callin' it quits and goin' home, because I ain't backin' down!
...

Eyes shut, White seems to think to himself... before recollecting himself and pointing at Wario.

...Fine. I'm ready. Since there's no convincing you, then I may as well do this the hard way. Besides, I've had enough of this back and forth. Let's do this.

White pulls out two Bombs, and casually walks towards Wario, who also does the latter.

I wouldn't expect a couple of commoners to understand the satisfaction of smothering inferiors with true power.
I put my pride, my might, and my mettle on the line in every battle I partake in. That is the difference between my almighty power and your... whatever you have.

Silence occurs... and then...

*rapid clapping*
*rapid clapping*

If it's what you plan, I don't know any trade secrets. You'll have to dig deeper for those.
What about you guys? What do you do?
It's our duty to establish a sense of order within reality. As such, we view possible threats that could act as potential dangers and take premeditated action.
Well, Nazi Germany and JFK's assassination still exist in the form of "was". So I don't know if you four quite landed the mark on that.
You know the type of stuff we deal with, wise guy. Threats to reality. Same as your boys who dumped you here. We've been picking up on your sla-- *mmph*!

Will covers Rambo's mouth as 4827 looks on in confusion.

Yeah. And right now, what we're doing is taking some well-deserved time off. No signs of any real threats anytime soon, so why not chill for a little bit?
Truth be told, I myself am looking to spend this period of peace to further myself as a martial artist.
You mean all that punch/kicky stuff? You know you could just shoot people in the face, right?

Rambo slams his head backwards, hitting Will in the nose and escaping his grasp in response to 4827's comment.

That's exactly what I've been saying to him!
There is no art in the usage of weapons. You know of my feelings on this.
BS! You LITERALLY cannot spell the word artillery without 'art'!

Q4827 walks down.

I've learned my lesson. Never go shopping for your new outfit again. D.I.Y is the way to go.
I'll figure it out soon enough.

As Quint prepares to walk through a corner, he bumps shoulders with a muscular torso, which pushes him down on the ground.

Woop! My bad.
No problem.
It seems the legends are true after all, Cena-san. We truly cannot see you.

John Cena helps 4827 up.

Hey, I know you. You're one of them Quint fellas, aren't you?
That gonna be a problem?
Are you here to oppressively convert the earth into restoring it's flow of time?
Nopers.
Then we're good.

As John and Segata shake hands with 4827, Rambo whispers to Will.

You think we can let this guy know about Hypertime?
We'll wait until later to come to that conclusion.

The truth is, I've been discharged. As of now, my status has been rendered obsolete.
That can happen?
Only if you really suck... which I kinda do.

A scanner like device suddenly shuts down, the light encompassing Prototype turning off.

Loose ends all tied up.
Y-you're kinda scary when you laugh.
Can you guys shush? I missed 's latest stream, so I'm trying to catch up and watch the highlights.
Who the whonow?
you silly goose.
(How are you saying it like that?)
Saying it like what?
Big Eye. We are wanted by assassins.
Oh, yeah. Feelsbadman.
(Is there any plan to deal with them?)
No.
...Well, unless you consider beat them into submission a plan. In that case? For sure, but that's for later.

Dracon Wakes up, lying on his back against the ground. Squinting, he sees nothing but a grey surface above him.

Uuughh... that smarts.
Huh. So you've finally decided to get up, huh?

Dracon quickly sits up, catching a glimpse of a peculiar robot in orange.

Good thing you're not dead. I have better things to do than share a mock-cell with a rusty bucket of scraps.

Dracon then fully stands on his feet, grabbing Arpeggio by the collar.

Ghhhh... right now, you lousy punk, you're gonna tell me who you are and what the hell I'm doing here.
Hmmmm. Really? Or what? You'll hit me? Beat me up? Kill me? Good luck trying that. The room'll just give you an instant EMP.
What are you talking about!?
Amigo. Has it seriously not occurred to you that you're isolated within a room along with another irrational person while the both of you are in orange jumpsuits?
...
...No, no, no, no. No. No way this is a--
--Prison? What else?

Dracon roughly throws Arpeggio aside, before grasping his own head.

No... damn it, no way! There's no way that jackass in grey would do this to me!
Hmmm. He put you in here too, huh?

Dracon slithers face-to-face with Arpeggio, and hisses.

"He" who?
*BWEEP*

A hologram suddenly appears in the center of the room. Dracon turns around, and Arpeggio adjusts his view.

So, to the newest batch of scumbags which have found themselves unconscious in an inescapable room... Welcome. You'll be uncomfortably staying here for the rest of your inorganic lives.
No!
All the robots and/or other detestable people I've found will be able to spend the rest of their time here, until you all rot away. A paid debt to those you've slaughtered or lives you've threatened, with a few exceptions.
Good luck finding an escape. The entire building is made of an advanced state-of-the-arc Scale Assemblies nanotech software AI. which already recognizes your digital codex and will deploy exact countermeasures to stop it. All your abilities, your resistances, affinities, Skills, whatever-- they have all been negated. And there's only one person out there who can override it... me.

The words 'Scale Assemblies' linger in Dracon's mind like a bad dream...

---

---

That... bastardd...
I'd say this is the perfect treatment. Doomed to a life of despair like you all have to so many others.

The hologrammed Prototype lets out a satisfied laugh, grating on Dracon's ears and driving him even madder.

!!

Marshadow bounces onto the ground, bounding into the air once before gravity claims it yet again, as it comes to a skidding halt. It then fades out of it's Zenith form, laying on the ground limp.

...
Hmph. It never stood a chance.

The energy around white fades, as he returns to normal.

I feel a little bad about having to fight the poor guy like that... maybe we should apologize when we're done.
Don't get carried away. Our priorities lie within that fatso.
Yeah. We've gotta go get--

Suddenly, two Shadow Vines latch on to both White and Max's wrists.

Huh? What the--!?
Ngh... Waluigi... won't let stranger... hurt.. Wario...
You idiots.

Max yanks his arm, causing Waluigi to drag straight towards him, until he is caught by the collar.

The longer you morons intend on resisting, more punishment will come your way! You're only wasting away at your own life! What about that is so difficult to comprehend!?

Waluigi wearily raises a fist at Max... which only amounts to a gentle tap on the side of his face.

Go to hell... edgy-masked man doesn't know the good Wario has done recently... and people like him who fight first and ask questions later don't have the right for explanations.
Ghnnnnnnnn--!
Waluigi doesn't what his history is with him... but Waluigi would take him over you any day.
...

Waluigi raises another fist, this one even slower than before. This time, he stops just shy of grazing Max's face.

...
Ghnnnnnnnn--!

Furiously, Max punches at Waluigi, but a hand slaps his fist away. It's White.

Max, that's enough.
?!

White gestures at Waluigi, who Max looks at. Though his eyes are open, Waluigi is completely frozen in place. He is unconscious. Max soon returns to normal, calming down.

...Tch. Have it your way. I don't have time to waste on any of these losers regardless.
Let's just go before we get wrapped up in anymore drama.
I'll check first.

White nods, as Max darts into the direction Wario was knocked into..

..being knocked back by an unknown force seconds later?!

!?

In a mostly empty coffee shop, Defteros watches a screen on his phone.

That hologram looked kinda like you!

Proteus, who was not watching, sits down.

That doesn't mean anything. There are twenty-eight people who look just like me.
That may be so...
...But only one of them is you!
Factually incorrect, but sure.

Defteros looks outside the window, and back at Proteus.

So, what do we do now?
What we do now?

Proteus slams his fists on the table.

We wait for the perfect opportunity to unleash the ultimate doomsday of terror on this world. When that dawn of despair arrives... everyone and everything will meet their match when I...

Proteus stops mid-tirade as he catches glimpse of Defteros, unamused.

Why are you pretending to be evil again? I thought you moved on from that.
Wh-- pretending!?!? I am serious.
No, you're not! Evil people don't shield the world from giant nukes!
I wanted to kill it myself!
You mean like how you're killing it right now?
IT'S A WORK IN PROGRESS!

Mech-tenant checks up on A. Rock, who is still processing the preceeding events.

Guh..
Dude, are you alright? That look like it hurt like hell.
Ungh... That would be a... very accurate assumption. But... I didn't even see him move. It was like I was gutted by the force of twenty trains all at once!
...I... I don't even think I can move. Lend me a shoulder.
Aight, man.

As Mech-tenant helps A. Rock up, tossing his arm aside his shoulder, Chronom laughs with a very amused tone.

LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU FOULDOERS! YOUR MISCHIEF WILL NOT BE TOLERATED BY

A. Rock manages to flip Chronom over as the two walk away. As Chronom raises his wrist to next to his face, a camera can be seen, likely for the sake of the livestream.

THAT WAS TWO.. RANDOS... DEFEATED, MEN AND WOMEN. AND THOSE WHO IDENTIFY AS NEITHER MEN AND WOMAN.

Chronom sits down.

ON A SERIOUS NOTE, I AM QUITE GLAD THAT SO MANY OF YOU VIEWERS OF MINE HAVE TUNED IN TO MY CHARITY LIVESTREAM. ONCE AGAIN, I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF THE AUDIENCE OF MINE IF POSSIBLE COULD DONATE ANY PORTION TO THE FOSTER CHILDREN OUT THERE, WAITING TO BE ADOPTED. I CAN SAY FOR CERTAIN THAT THOSE WITH NEITHER THE COMPASSION GIFTED TO THEM WITH A MOTHER OR FATHER ARE CERTAINLY STRONGER THAN I WHERE IT TRULY MATTERS.
NO CHILD DESERVES A LIFE OF LONELINESS TO THEM FROM THE START. ALL THOSE IN SUCH A POSITION HAVE MY DEAREST REGARDS. YOU, TOO, ARE JUST AS I AM.

Chronom then suddenly stands up, his body language returning to normal.

THAT ASIDE... THE VOTES ARE IN! AND IT SEEMS THAT 'S NEXT OPPONENT WILL BE...

A hologram on Chronom's camera appears... in the shape of...


ZOUNDS! TO SEE THAT MY LATEST OPPONENT WILL BE A MENACING TYRANT! ONE WHO'S SPREES OF DAMAGE WERE AS UNLAWFUL AS THEY WERE DEADLY...

Chronom points into the distance.

HEAR ME, VILLAIN! YOUR DUES WILL BE PAID WHEN THE TIME COMES... WHEN STRIKES, HIS FISTS WILL STRIKE WITH THE SOULS OF THE LOST SEEKERS OF VENGEANCE YOU HAVE SEEKED HAVOC ON!

(I've figured your rhythm out, you fake. Time to show you what being a real fighter is all about!)

A. Rock shoots a charged Triple Buster at Chronom, who blocks, as A. Rock dives at him while shooting several Ice Shards, which Chronom quickly dives from!

OH, HOH! TRYING TO RAIN ON 's PARADE, EH? THAT SIMPLY WILL NOT DO!
Hnn...

A. Rock follows up with a Buster Barrage, which Chronom jumps back and forth to avoid, before jumping once more to narrowly avoid being struck from an earthquake from A. Rock's Gaia Fist. Mech-tenant stands there, watching...

(Rock... I get what you're doing. He's not trying to get past his possible future vision... he's trying to create the vision himself.)

Firing off a stream of Dasher Rockets at Chronom, Chronom barely lands in time to (as gracefully as he can) avoid the raging torpedoes.

IS THAT ALL YOU'VE--
!!!

Chronom stops himself short mid-sentence as it seems he already realizes what will happen next as he touches down yet again, as A. Rock's fist is already waiting for him.

RRROCK! UPPE--
...
--!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
WHAT!?!?

As a sudden force unseen by neither Mech-tenant nor A. Rock sends the latter back down in an unpredictable manner, Chronom lands onto the ground once more.

LOOKS LIKE HE WAS REPULSED BY THE POWER OF MY BURRRRRRRIGHTNESS RADIATION! YOU HAVE TAKEN THE L TO , PARTNERS OF EVIL! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!