Prototype carries the unconscious Dracon, hoisting him on one arm stretched upwards. Diminuen confronts him.

Okay, Sir Punch-a-Lot. What's the bright idea now?
Dracon here will be causing public riots for the likely probably not last time. I'm going to place him in a secure area to prevent him from riotting again.
Don't drop the oil can.
Sure, but before you go...

Diminuen walks up to Prototype and pokes him in his chest.

Hey. I can respect you and how ambiguously good you are. I can shrug of the ninety hours worth of repair you delivered to me. Because yes, despite that emotionless exterior and that oppressive, hungry for-murder interior, I can turn the other cheek and not complain...
...However. don't try to drag me or my friend into any of your melodramatic showdowns. As a matter of fact, I'd appreciate it if our meetings were far and few between. You may be into that crazy stuff, but a girl's got a life to live. Y'got that?
...
I'll do my best to stay out of your guys' ways.
Dearly appreciated, Prince Charming.
Uh--
That was sarcasm.
Okay, okay. Sheesh.
Have-- *snicker*-- have fun engaging in a lot of not violence, ladies.

Prototype, still hoisting Dracon above him, teleports away.

And with that, my life is back to normal.
You carry knives on you?
I hide them under my scarf.

Butlertype removes a piece of his helmet, and groans in frustration, Banging his arm against a distant wall. He makes sure no guards are within earshot of him.

Curse that self-entitled, good-for-nothing disgrace. I will never feel satisfaction making paltry food nor serving his royalty.
Rrgh... but it is either undying loyalty or undying torture. And with his overwhelming power... a resistance would be impossible.

In anger, Butlertype smashes his fist against a wall again.

This world is surely cursed!... If only I was born in another.

Butlertype stands tall, walking over in preparation to leave the room... before a purple light gains his attention.

WUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUB...
...?

Butlertype turns to the light, seeing a strange, large, floating shard of glass.

What in the dicken's name?... I do not recall this being here before.

Butlertype reaches out to touch the mirroring glass... but his hand phases through.

UH--!

Butlertype quickly pulls his arm back, holding it before taking a close look. No signs nor feelings of change.

...
Hmmm...

Pondering for a bit, Butlertype leans into the shard yet again, this time sticking his head inside...

---

Sticking his head fully out, Proteus sees a strange, fantasy realm. Large shards all similar to the one he exit slowly float about in different directions. After a while of looking, Butlertype glances downwards, spotting four figures walking down a twilight path, their backs all turned to

With Hypertime, people like Somari and his friends will be able to safely return to their worlds without any dire consequence.
But the timelines are infinite, yes? How is it that they will be able to return to their specific ones?
Because the timeline conjured up is directly linked to your psyche, your memories. That's how Hypertime will know what time and era you belong to.
Seems legit. But how do we know someone won't use these for their own plans?
Oh, please. I've got all the kinks ironed out. Ain't no way that's happening.
...

Butlertype intently watches as they all stray further away, still listening in on bits of the conversation.

Anyway, I dunno 'bout you three? But I am hungry as hell. Who's up for a restaurant chain that starts with the letter L and ends with S?
Lou and Mickey's? Count me in, son. All this time talk has gotten me famished.

Will Smith opens up a portal. The quartet then walk through. Butlertype stares into the distance.
...

---

Butlertype swings his head out of the shard, processing everything he just saw.

...
... Very interesting.

A familiarly-shaped figure gets the anonymity slapped out of him, revealing himself.

Ouchies!
You bumbling fool! How hard is it to make fried chicken?
I... I promise! I swear to you, awesomer of all, next time it will--
Ahp, ahp. That is what you said last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. I do not recall the time preceding that one, however. So on that account, I shall give you the benefit of the doubt.
(Phew.)

The eyes of Emperor Proteus flare angrily.

Nevertheless... It would do you well to make something of quality more often... for my patience is NOT to be trifled with.

Butlertype shivers in fear.

I... I... I-I....

As the Emperor on the throne in front of him becomes more and more terrifying, the butler forces himself to mask a look of level-headedness onto his face.

...I understand, your awesomeness.
Pray to me that you do. Regardless, I grow weary. Fetch me my entertainment.
Right away, your awesomeness.

Butlertype bows before his ruler, before zipping away. Outside the throne room, noises are heard.

No! NO! I'm not going out there again! I'd rather die! Send me to the torture chambers like you did my friends and my sister, I'm not--
The throne room door opens. A leg extends, booting a figure in.

...Oh, ye olden bollocks.
Entertain me.
Hey! I--
ENTERTAIN ME!
...As you wish, your awesomeness.

As a strange Rift Orb- like ball surrounds the Harlequin, he changes shape into...

HI! MY NAME'S ULTRA MAN DELUXE! AIN'T THAT A' QUIRK!?!?
...Wha--
YES! I AM ULTRA MAN DELUXE THE ORIGINAL, BROTHER ROBOT OF THE FAMOUS MACRO MAN, AND SON OF DR. LEFT! BUT MY FRIENDS CALL ME UNISON! I BELONG TO THE "DELUXE EDITION NUMBER" LINEAGE!" LET ME INTRODUCE SHOW TO YOU MY SUPER SPECIAL ORIGINAL DELUXE FRIENDS!

"Ultra Man Deluxe" gestures his arms to the left, as Proteus turns to...

HOW DO YA DO!? MY NAME IS EXTENGUISH MAN DELUXE! IT'S TOTALLY NOT A TYPO, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! I'M NUMBER TWO OF THE DELUXE EDITION NUMBERS, AND I WAS MADE TO PREVENT HAZARDOUS FIRES FROM SPREADING! I'M THE MISUNDERSTOOD ONE, THOUGH, AND I FEEL SAD BECAUSE NOBODY CARES ABOUT--
NOBODY FUCKING CARES EXTENGUISH MAN!

A snicker escapes Proteus.

I'll be brief, because of my mandated stoic tendencies along with my rebellious persona. My name is Rainbow Man Eternal. I was made by Dr. Evil, who was bullied by Dr. Left as the two grew up as kids. As Ultra Man Deluxe triumphed over my zealous creator, he had decided to use me as the ultimate counter to stop him. As it turns out, however, despite the fact that I was made specifically to defeat him, I end up losing every encounter no matter what happens, ultimately making me a fucking failure. As such, I have dedicated the rest of my eternal life to defeating him myself. Seriously. With the rainbow gimmick along with my obsession, you'd think I was gay for the robot. But no, I'm not. I'm just his rival evil arch-nemesis pseudo-counterpart.
AND THOSE ARE MY SUPER SPECIAL ORIGINAL DELUXE FRIENDS! AIN'T THEY A QUIRK!?!?
Fight me, my totally not Yaoi-material!

Extreme grin still in tact, Ultra Man Deluxe flicks Rainbow Man Eternal on the forehead once. Rainbow Man Eternal explodes. Emperor Proteus laughs.

White slowly gets up.

(Rrgh... shoot... that little guy is better than I anticipated.)

At a distance, he watches as Max scatters Plasma Bombs throughout the area, which Marshadow dodges by jumping to the side. Marshadow begins counting with his own, which Max tries to backflip over, but is instead caught with a kick in the back midair!

(If a little guy like him is giving us trouble, how the heck are we going to take Bagura?...I didn't want to do this, but...)
...It's time to get serious!

While Marshadow fights back and forth with Max, an extremely strong force in the form of a white blur batters against it from behind, forcing it down before it rolls away from several more bombs!

Will, John, Rambo, and Segata walk along the road of the strange dimension.

I don't have a name for it, aside from project ██████████████... but it's definitely going to be the saving grace for the space-time continuum.
It's... peculiar... what are it's functions?

Will Smith waves his arm, gesturing to what he refers to.

This just so happens to be the nexus of all realities-- so those glass-like reflections you see everywhere? Those are portals to separate timelines. They change, corresponding to our thoughts and wills. Watch this.

Will puts his index fingers on his forehead, seemingly thinking... suddenly, the image on the floating shard above him transforms.

And what "timeline" is that?
The one where The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air had a seventh season.
That sitcom was so overrated.
Shut up.

The shard goes back to normal.

But above all else. There is ONE thing which we must ALWAYS keep in mind.
Alright. And what might this thing be, Fesh Pince of Blair?
Destroying a shard of time while it displays a timeline means destroying that timeline itself. The shards remanifest, but the timelines themselves do not. So AT ALL costs-- Do NOT mess around with one of these babies.
Understood. (I must find the timeline in which the Sega Saturn reigns supreme.)

Max rushes over to punch Marshadow... but Marshadow effortlessly catches it, transforming into it's Zenith form!

!!
Damn it!

Equipping Plasma Gauntlets, Max and Marshadow both strike fists with one another as Marhsadow starts to overwhelm Max with Shadow Punches, rapidly attacking Max before kicking him back!

---

It's finally ready. This will help us explore any area we need to, during... certain times of crisis... along with putting us one step forward to ending all time-based shenanigans.
The project you called ██████████████, right? What's this got to do with it?
Yes... I too, am curious. What endeavors does it hold?

Will steps from the shadows.

As you all know, the more and more people that appear in this realm who belong to different times and eras, the more time itself becomes warped.
And hero or villain, anyone who this applies to contributes in slowly destroying the fabric of time. Yeah, yeah, we know this already.
Aight. So do you also know that there was a way I've found to send those people back?
!

Will lays the palm of his hand against the wall, which glows, before slowly splitting across the room. Outside of the walls begin to grow a strange, iridescent realm, with large pieces of glass floating through the area.

Ya'll better pack some sunscreen.. because THIS... Is HOT.

Waluigi and Petey watch in awe as Marshadow fends off Max and White, who circle the Pokemon, intently waiting for an opening.

...
...
...
Come on... beat em...
...Be careful with using any special attacks or anything like that. It can copy your abilities and use them against you.
Yeah... I found that out the hard way.

...
Hnn!

This time taking the initiative, White dashes towards Marshadow's direction and attacking it with a haymaker, followed by a side flip with two midair kicks, all of which only hit the air as Marshadow whizzes past them, then closes in with three gut punches... only for Marshadow to quickly cartwheel back, dodging a Plasma Bomb.

?...

Staring down Max from afar, Marshadow is once again ambushed by White, who tries to start a comeback with quick left and right blows, but Marshadow weaves in between them and instead pummels White with several Shadow Punches, sending White to the ground yet again!

!

Charging at White to finish the job, Marshadow is forced to stop in his tracks as a Plasma Bomb forces it to change course, dodging even more Plasma Bombs while closing in on Max... only to end up punched in the face by White.

Haaaah!

Of course, Marshadow quickly recovers, landing on its hands and then jumping onto its feet while dodging a side kick from White at the same time, counterattacking with a High Jump Kick and then punching White aside once more!

Waluigi and Petey cheer Marshadow on.

Wa-hey!
*BARK!* (Come on!)

Jumping aside from another Plasma Bomb, Marshadow races at Whitte, who is still on his back from the last attack, gutting him with a double stomp!

!!!!
*HACK!*

Hmph!

Max lets loose with a fast combination of punches, but Marshadow keeps up and dodges the flurry, leaping on Max's arm and flip-kicking him away!

My turn!

White arrives, and him and Marshadow immediately slam into each other, their forearms clashing with each other as the ground beneath them shatters.

!

Breaking off, White turns around with a roundhouse kick, which Marshadow gracefully ducks under, before hitting him with a Force Palm!

Aaaah...!

Marshadow's form changes as he uppercuts White away while he's still Paralyzed!

(He copied my style!?...)
Getting real tired of this back-and-forth!

This time in the air, Max leaps towards Marshadow, who rolls aside.

Just save us both the trouble, kid. If you force us to stop holding back... we won't be able to guarantee the safety of your life.
...

Marshadow shows no signs of surrender... pointing at Max (and the in-the-distance White) to come at him.

---

Force Palm (Impact/Electric)- is attacked with a shock wave in the form of a palm attack. It may also leave the target Paralyzed.

Urgh... totally blindsided...
Wait. our speed...

Tossing his arm back and forth, White comes to a shocking revelation.

What the--!? I'm so slow, now! How did this happen?
It must've been that... thing... it sucked our speed right out of us.
...
We don't have time for games. We'll both take that thing out.
You don't mean!?
No. Obviously you're too soft to kill.

Max kips up.

We teach it not to get in our way. Then we deal with that fat friend of yours.
...Alright! I'm down with that!
...

Marshadow slowly takes a battle position.

Look, Mister. We don't want to fight anymore than what we have to. Move aside, and we'll be done.
...!!!
The runt's had it's chance. Now we strike!

Max charges straight for Marshadow. White follows.

White slowly and nonchalantly walks in the direction of Wario's landing, before stopping--

HEY, ASSHOLE!

In the corner of his eye, White sees a small object hurtling towards him. Swiftly, he counters with a Bomb, destroying the would-be rock thrown at him by Waluigi.

...
I--if... *hack*... you wanna get to Wario... y-you'll h-have to get past...

Yet again, Waluigi falls flat. In silence, White resigns the rest of his attention, continuing to walk away.

Max... I'm going to head for Wario. Perhaps there's more we can do to reason with them.
I don't care. Do what you have to do... but for the beating that we've been giving them... they must be HARD pressed to keep secrets on Buggler.
*whimper*...

Hearing Petey, Max turns around to face him... not noticing a looming silhouette dash past him.

(Things aren't adding up... Darn it, this isn't how things were supposed to go!)

White huffs before sighing.

(Well, with any luck, we should be getting an explanation soon enough. Everyone is at their limit, so it's unlikely there's anything that can--)

White is suddenly hit from behind with a Spectral Thief, knocking him down as he loses his boosted speed!

AUGH!
!?

Hearing White's screams, Max quickly turns around!

Rrrgh! What now!?

White sees a blur dart towards him, preparing to block... but instead receiving a Spectral Thief as well, in the form of an attack from behind!

Uwoah!

Max falls down. White, who was watches, sees firsthand the one responsible.

....!

---

Spectral Thief (Shadow)- Marshadow's signature move. Marshadow hides in the target's shadow, steals the target's stat boosts, and then attacks. Can also steal Transformations and Power-Ups.

Waluigi, Petey, and Wario all lay on different areas, bordering on the consciousness they still have left.

Stepping forward, White and Max both confront them.

...This fighting... all we're doing is endangering the area around us! We don't need to do this, Wario. We can talk this out!
Ngggggrhhh... Talk it... out, huh...? Wh-what a joke.

White is taken aback by Wario's response, as is slightly Waluigi. Max subtly raises his guard.

...
If y-you... had any interest of resolving things peacefully, you wouldn't have... dropped an explosion on the four of us while we were relaxing!
We... we weren't sure we could trust--

Wario chuckles, though accidently forces out internal blood in the process.

Trust? -- You... invade my property, you assault me... Y-you FRAME me-- and you think you're worthy of my TRUST? Pal... you ain't worthy of jack .
Hnnn...
Oh, stop it! I don't need to be lectured by a thief of the highest order, a pathological liar, and an overall menace to society! What have you done to earn anything above what you've received...?
Urgh... Lemme get one thing straight with you, Whitey.... you don't know what I've been doing. You don't know what Wario has been through. And least of all, you don't got the right to come on my turf and push me around.

Wario tries to get up, but is still one knee. White seems further agitated by Wario's words.

Nyeh...
Then let's talk it out instead. This can be the end of all our problems, Wario. I don't take fun in--
FUN!?

A shockwave of dark wind blows back the entire area. Waluigi, who was lying directly behind Wario, falls back, grabbing onto a tree just in time to avoid being blown away completely.

What!?
(Th--this power...)
DON'T BULLSHIT ME, BOMBER. YOU CAME AT ME-- AT US-- WITH YOUR FIST BEFORE YOUR WORDS. YOU DON'T GET TO TREAT YOURSELF LIKE YOU'RE BETTER.

Wario steps forward. The single step shatters the ground beneath them. He takes another. Rubble flies yards into the air.

YOU MESSED WITH ME-- YOU MESSED WITH WALUIGI-- AND YOU'VE MESSED WITH EVERYONE ELSE WHO WAS ONLY MINDING THEIR OWN BUSINESS. YOU HAVEN'T EVEN APOLOGIZED ONCE. SO DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T ENJOY DOING ANY OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE.

Wario extends a hand. He clenches it.

BUT DON'T WORRY. YOU WANT FUN? WARIO WILL SHOW YOU--
...

Wario is suddenly stunned, hit with a powerful while he is speaking, reverting him from his frenzied state and ragdolling him down, as he flies meters away. As Waluigi and Petey finally react, the unfamiliar aura from the perpetrator-- being White-- fades.

...*sigh*... Don't say I didn't warn you.

After a short glare, Omega scoffs.

There are no complexities. Simply put. There is I. And across from me, there is my enemy.
And as follows... I crush the enemy with my overwhelming power. It is as simple as the switches in your inadequate minds. And nowhere near the rudimentary cowardice that rudimentary trickery involves.

Come on!

White, with immeasurable speed while Wario is airborn, zips over in front of him, before hitting him with repeated left and right hooks repeatedly, knocking him back and forth, until stopping to pull out a huge Power Bomb!

...
Eat thi--

---

The entire forest shakes, releasing a giant earthquake. Large flocks of birds begin to flee the woods as an expansive explosion covers the horizon, along with other strange birds which can be seen riding flying carpets out of the area instead.

Omega begins to speak, but BeastMan steps in.

Hey, how dare you speak to the future ruler of the Undernet in such a casual--

Omega slowly turns around and without warning places a a hand on BeastMan's chest, which glows red before shortly releasing an explosion thereafter, knocking BeastMan to the ground (though no actual damage seems to have been done.)

...?

He then looks back to Peony.

Firstly, I couldn't care less about any of your weakling companions. Furthermore, I hold no interest in any of the hodgepodge cowardice you address by "strategy". If there is something that needs conquering, it shalt be conquered.

BeastMan dusts himself, getting back up, but also watching from a distance.

He... hasn't lashed out at them? Strange. To willingly walk up to someone like him so informally and not be attacked. Such idiocy is unbearable...
...Or wait... That glorified clown... could it be that he's actually managed to form some sort of tie with that other Navi? Or perhaps they are of some use to him... either way, this is certainly unexpected.
Do you think we could use this to our favor?
Perhaps. But that's not what we're here for, are we?

The second Peony looks away from Plumeria, she is greeted by a sour Omega, who's face is inches away from hers.

What business do you have with me?

White jumps nexts to Max.

---

---

What's wrong, you combustive clods? Finally realize how lame you are in the face of the great Wario? No, you three stay behind. They're planning something.
Not anymore, Wario. These little pipes of yours may have given you and your cohorts the upper hand...

---

---

Because these aren't your average booties, Wario.
*snort* booties.
They're the key to your defeat! Soon, it won't matter how many pipes you have covered!

The strange Power-Ups White and Max hold suddenly flash white, before vanishing. Suddenly, the two of them begin to glow with a white energy!

Last one to pummel the enemy is a rotten egg.
You're on, Max!

The two disappear, but a moment later Wario feels two strong blunt forces hit him at the same time!

WARI--

Waluigi has no time to speak, as he, Petey, and Marshadow are all ambushed by an array of quick attacks, none of which they can react to!

Here it comes!

Max, sprinting even further, charges straight towards Wario with a jumping punch, which Wario Parries, but White soon follows with a kick to Wario's chest, knocking him off the Warp Pipe and into another one, which he soon falls under!

WAAAAH!
I've got him!

White leaps after Wario in pursuit, jumping under the same Warp Pipe and exiting out of another... with no Wario to be seen!?

He's gone again!
Oh, yoo-hoo~!

Hearing a voice behind him, White promptly pulls out a bomb, but it's too little too late as he's pummeled from behind by Wario, who lets loose with a wild elbow!

---

---

White, though hurt, still stands tall, chucking a bomb at Wario, who sinks under another Warp Pipe yet again, this time reappearing behind Max, clocking him right in his mask, before falling under the Warp Pipe yet again!

Urgh...