DETERMIBENT (Text Adventure) [COMPLETE]

> ACT FIVE ACT 2 (V2)

Land of Canyons and Hoops > Jurassic World > Main Plaza > Dairy Queen

That is every location name in sequence that you had to jump hoops through (Haah) just to locate two God Tiers who thought they were being sneaking.

RHOZEE: John, Aradia, I hope you have a very good reason to be here when we were supposed to be gearing up to confront the Black King on the Battlefield.
RHOZEE: (The strategy meeting you missed out on went fine, by the way.)

As expected, the two jolt in their seats. Neither are wearing their God Robes- instead, they're both wearing the season typical tourist clothes.

If it weren't for your SEER-Y POWERS, you'd never have seen through the GLAMOUR ILLUSION placed upon them both to make them appear as different people. Where did John learn that one, you wonder? Probably from some other world, if you had to guess.

Even without the illusion, you almost didn't recognize them.

RHOZEE: Aradia... did you do something different with your hair?

It's a completely sarcastic comment. Aradia's had her hair cut short at some point on her personal timeline and has had the remainder put up into pig-tails. It probably was to help sell the illusion.

Maybe.

She looks kind of cute like that, especially with the flustered looks she and John are both giving you.

JOHN: errr... hi rose?
RHOZEE: Yes, hi.
RHOZEE: Enjoying your date, I presume?
ARADIA: very much so, yes.

You don't so much as blink at this. Ever since ascending, Aradia dropped the hollow tone from her voice as well as dismissed the zeroes from her typing quirk.

At this point, a waiter arrives with an order of cheese sticks and a large bowl of ranch dressing. He ignores that you're one of the players of the session, and merely asks if you'd like a glass of water- to which you say yes. He leaves.

RHOZEE: So... your reasoning for being here instead of being at our all important planning session?
ARADIA: we're from a few weeks in your future, decided to take a break when things were busier.
RHOZEE: That seems rather backwards to me.
JOHN: what she means is that we can't do anything dating wise in our present time frame because all of you are busy bodies with nothing better to do than mess with us whenever we try to do anything.

Punctuating that point, John and Aradia both take a cheesestick off the plate and dip it into the bowl of ranch dip. Together, in an almost disgustingly cute way, they simultaneously time their bites. You say "Almost" because you and Kanaya have done similar things and you're quite used to that level of cuteness. Ah, young love.

RHOZEE: So besides my interruption just now while trying to find the current instance of you...
RHOZEE: You've avoided our future harassment- no doubt spurred on by this very conversation- by ducking into the past when we are all busy preparing for the battle against the Black King?
JOHN: yup.
ARAIDA: that's about it, yes.
RHOZEE: I see...
RHOZEE: And the haircut?
ARADIA: no real reason.
ARADIA: well, besides that yuui stopped tying her hair up and people were starting to mix us up from behind.
ARADIA: even though neither of us have the same clothes and the fact that i have horns and she doesn't anymore so-
RHOZEE: One of you had to change?
ARADIA: one of us had to change!
RHOZEE: I'm detecting a trend here.
RHOZEE: Isn't this the second time you've changed something about yourself because of her?
ARADIA: meh.
RHOZEE: Meh?
ARADIA: meh!
RHOZEE: Don't you 'Meh' at me, Araida!
ARADIA: meh, i say!

She stalls for time by taking a bite out of another cheese stick.

You face palm.

RHOZEE: Fine. Just... Where can I find the yous of this time frame?
JOHN: mmmh.... this is last week, right?
ARADIA: somewhere around then, yes,
JOHN: then... try....
JOHN: oh, wait, now i remember.
RHOZEE: Yes?
JOHN: the us you're looking for are going to be talking with jade and marrin when you find us!
RHOZEE: That's... actually quite helpful.
RHOZEE: Enjoy your meal.
ARADIA: we are!

You take off into the air, opening Trollian and messaging your estranged otherself as you do such.

- tentacleTherapist [TT] began trolling unknitTalismen [UT] -

TT: Jaspur?
UT: mmh?
TT: Are you with Argo right now by any chance?
UT: yeah
TT: What planet?
UT: mine
TT: On my way, then.
UT: kaay X3

At least SOMEONE has been in an UPBEAT MOOD since ascending. Marrin's VOIDY POWERS are finally under control. You don't dwell much on it while flying.

> PERSPECTIVE: Change.

You are now ARGO LALONDE. You're currently engaged in a conversation with JADE, JOHN, and ARADIA. But, ah, you lost concentration for a moment trying to see where MARRIN slipped off to. What were you all talking about again?

Argo the Horrorterror: Suddenly appear along with a reincarnated Strong Bad.

> JOHN + JADE + ARADIA: Explain.
> RHOZEE: Ask JOHN and ARADIA why they missed the MEETING.

Dirk Horrorterror: Summon Strong Mad instead.

>Dirk Horrorterror: Summon Strong--

Before the Horrorterror can even so much as contemplate finishing that thought- your FIRM, PSYCHIC GRIP latches onto its brain AND CRUSHES ITS FREE WILL ENTIRELY.

I thought.

I didn't need to make the unsaid...

SAID.

But apparently I F8CKING DO!!!!!!!!

ANYONE ELSE WANNA TANGLE WITH ME!?

HUH??? HUH??

I DARE YOU.

I DOU8LE. FUCKING. D08 D8RE YOU.

TRY MY PATIENCE ONCE MORE YOU F8CK8NG HORROR8EASTS.

AND SEE WHAT I F8CK8NG D8 T8 TH8 REM8NS OF YOUR F8RTHE8T R8NG!!!!!!!!

> RHOZEE: TROLL them a little, what is the worst that could happen?

You wait until Marrin gives out the cups of water that were brought in with the snacks before delivering your HAYMAKER.

RHOZEE: I see.
RHOZEE: So I assume you're both considering marriage?
JOHN: *nearly chokes on water*
ARADIA: *gloriously spit-takes*

Argo's shades slide down her nose to reveal awestruck eyes, that, Yes, you did just troll them with such a comment. Meanwhile, Jade unceremoniously drops her own cup of water onto herself while dodging the water spraying from Aradia's mouth. Ironic, that. She moved too quickly to avoid getting wet and got even more wet in the process. You feel a little sorry for her.

Needless to say, Marrin hisses a little as the floor of their hive's front room is soaked in water from two directions.

JADE: yipes!! now my fur's all wet IX[
JADE: urgh, now im gonna smell like a wet dog all day!!
JADE: towels, marrin?
MARRIN: yeah. kitchen.
JADE: thanks.

While Jade and Marrin slip off to fetch clean towels, John and Aradia shoot you annoyed glares. Argo just sort of stares off into space as she processes the sheer elegance of trolling contained within one simple sentence.

Subtly, ever so subtly she, through the part of Davesprite within her soul that approves of their once ecto-twin's trolling, gives you a thumbs up.

Rhozee Horrorterror: Annoy Vriska to death.

Horrorterrors: Get all up in Dave's grillz, man.

> Horrorterrors: Get all up in Dave's grillz, man.

Unfortunately, the PSYCHIC SCREAM broke the PSYCHIC EARDRUMS of all HORRORTERRORS in the Furthest Ring. They cannot hear your command, nor would they want to.... or could.

Because, at this exact moment- using the latent powers of the horrorterror body- Vriska is throwing every single HorrorTerror that still exists into the BLACK HOLE in the VOID OF REALITY.

Each one goes tumbling into the void, screaming, crying, lamenting that if ONLY THEY HAD IGNORED THESE FOOLISH COMMANDS sent by an ANONYMOUS PSYCHIC, then their ENTIRE KIND would not face this MASS GENOCIDE that is presently going on.

> VRISKA: Go mad.

She is so mad, that we can no-longer jump into her head.

Wow, good going there, Anonymous Psychic. You've just kick started a series of events of UNFATHOMABLE PROPORTIONS by throwing Homestar Runner references at people non stop.

Nice Job Breaking It, Anon. Nice Job Breaking It.

> REMAINING HORRORTERRORS: Cry out for help.

Oh, and CRY OUT they do.

Unfortunately, their PHYSICAL CRIES are swallowed up by the SHEER GRAVITATIONAL MASS of the BLACK HOLE they're being thrown into.

Even if we took the THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF YEARS to wait for the sounds to play out and reach audible ears, they would come out as SLOWED DOWN, DISTORTED MASSES of WHITE NOISE and TEMPORAL STATIC.

Only LORD ENGLISH, trapped inside the BLACK HOLE, can hear their cries, and he LAUGHS AT THEIR PAIN.

Lord English: Just summon plain unkillable Horrorterrors that take the form of every single Homestar Runner character there is.

>Lord English: Just summon plain unkillable Horrorterrors that take the form of every single Homestar Runner character there is.

Unfotunately, Dear Caliborn is unable to much of anything besides OBSERVE and LAUGH.

But really, Psychic Anon, just what is your obsession with Homestar Runner, may I just ask? You probably won't even answer, but it would give some incredible insight into the machinations you've set in motion.

> ALT!CALLIOPE: React.

The BLACK HOLE PRISON gets a few new inmates. You're vaguely satisfied by this in ways even you don't quite understand.

> HORRORTERRORS: Regret life decisions.

AND BOY HOWDY DO THEY!

> HORRORTERRORS: Die out.

Yeah, they're basically STUCK in here for the REST OF ETERNITY, however long that lasts.

Nobody dares say it will be "FOREVER" though- because someone once said that about the GREEN SUN and well, would you just look at how THAT TURNED OUT??

Saying that something "Will last Forever" is only as much of a certainty as long as "Forever" doesn't get hit by a cosmic Reset Button.

There may or may not be one of those floating around right now in the form of a SUPER SECRET ESCAPE PLAN.

But then again, that's not news to this narrative. I'm pretty sure it's been mentioned at least once before now.

> REMAINING GHOSTS: React.

You're now the LAST GOD TIER NEPETA GHOST left over from the previous iteration of reality.

Everyone else around you is FLIPPING THEIR SHIT and panicking about THE END OF DAYS- not that your days weren't already numbered.

You're not quite sure how you survived, but you're DISTANTLY AWARE of another instance of yourself that IS ALIVE and presently feeling dismayed by that LOUD PSYCHIC SCREAM from earlier.

You're 100% CERTAIN that Vwiskers will be coming along to MOP UP you and the remaining ghosts. However, unlike everyone else, you're accepting of that fate because you're very much aware of that OTHER SELF that is active out there somewhere.

You wonder what she's up to right now?

>Nepeta: Be Argo

What? You've always been ARGO LALONDE. Come on, just because everyone's brains got rattled by a PSYCHIC DEATH CRY doesn't mean you're not still in full posession of your MENTAL FACULTIES.

> ARGO: React.

ARGO: so....
ARGO: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!??!?
RHOZEE: A HorrorTerror just died.
JOHN: wait what? what's strong enough to even do that anymore?
RHOZEE: Vriska.
ARADIA: well that makes sense.
ARGO: so vriska's gone and killed a horrorterror??
ARGO: why??
JADE: GUYYYYSSS!
JADE: COME OUT HERE AND LOOK AT THIS!!
RHOZEE: I suspect we'll find out if we go find Jade and Jaspur.

And so you all head into the hive's KITCHEN, and then out the BACK DOOR where Marrin and Jade are waiting.

> ARGO: Look to the FURTHEST RING.

Up above in the far flung distance is the PERPETUAL SIGHT of a BLACK HOLE, framed by a BROKEN PIECE OF VOID SPACE floating in the BLACK VOID.

Nothing unusual, except...

Except now there are HUGE BLACK SPLOTCHES drifting across the GAP, highly visible thanks to the CONTRAST.

JADE: ._. what the heek
JADE: just
JADE: what is this
JADE: what is going on?
JOHN: the too long don't read is "vriska."
JADE: vriska?!
RHOZEE: Vriska.
MARRIN: *hiiiissss*
ARADIA: i wonder what possible end goal this could possibly serve for her plans for us?
RHOZEE: I don't know. It's entirely possible we're meant to see this- or perhaps we're not Vriska's intended targets for such a display. Who knows for certain but Vriska herself.
JOHN: wait a second.
JOHN: vriska IS a ghost now, right? no physical strength at all to throw things?
JOHN: and scorpio psychics like aranea and vriska are just *mental* psychics, right?
JOHN: not like aries psychics like aradia who can physically move things with their minds, right?
RHOZEE: I believe so, yes, Why?
ARADIA: i think i see where you're going with this.
JOHN: so... how is vriska throwing the horror terrors into the black hole?
RHOZEE: That's...
RHOZEE: That's a very good question, John.
MARRIN: isn't it pawvious?
MARRIN: she's possessed a horrorterror's body and is using it against them.
RHOZEE: ....Fuck. Let me do the math on that....
ARADIA: she's completely jumped off the deep end, hasn't she?
JOHN: you say that as if we weren't already aware of that fact?
JOHN: however long she's spent out there in the void, alone, clearly hasn't made her *saner* by any clear cut measure.
RHOZEE: Marrin's right. It's almost a complete certainty that Vriska's performed Grand-Theft-Body on a Horror Terror.
JOHN: urgh... i'm really starting to hate body jacking ghosts... first ryouma, and now vriska...
JOHN: what is it with body jackers and possessing super-made all-powerful bodies that completely come out of left field??
ARGO: may i just say?
ARGO: we are *SO* completely, totally, fucking screwed that it isn't even funny.

> {S} VRISKA: CLEAN SL8

Standing above the dying ghosts of the Furthest Ring stands a towering, menacing figure- her form is humanoid, and yet subtly wrong and broken.

Her mouth is a touch too wide as it gives a feral grin down at a Nepeta Ghost...

And then the ghosts disappear with flashes of cerulean light.

The figure looks upwards at the Black Hole, and she licks her lips.

[0:23]

Her feet kick up, and her shadow covered form launches, expanding, preparing, daring to make a maleable body big enough to consume that which it shouldn't.

Inside the black hole, a certain Cherub watches on in wonder and confusion before he suddenly realizes that this is a bad place to be stuck.

The Prey is Now Predator, and the former Predator is Now Prey.

[0:33]

A Muse closes her ghostly eyes in acceptance- knowing that this would always be going this way.

[0:43]

The Black Hole is suddenly put under an enormous amount of pressure as psychic powers constrict down and push and push and push- compressing and compressing until an already dense super core becomes even denser to the point of vaporizing everything within it and transmuting it into pure energy.

[0:53]

Hands made out of tentacles grasp onto that energy and throw it into a far too wide mouth- and then the body of the horror-terror, not meant to contain such exotic energies, colapses and begins to transform itself into something more befitting of the powers being shoved down its throat.

A Ghost Ascends, becoming something Greater than a God Tier, and those energies explode outwards with a wave of pulsing, rainbow energy.

[1:03]

That shock wave plows outwards into the Furthest Ring- breaking the fragile glass that makes it up, and drawing those chunks inwards and inwards, expaning a punched hole in reality even larger and larger.

The Ascended One looks on as reality collapses around her, and its mass is added to her own in ways that cannot be understood.

A Thief of Light no more- but a Thief of Everything.

Vriska Serket smiles on as the name ceases to apply, and she becomes something...

MORE.

[1:13]

Her eyes fall upon a A LOST DERSE as it is hit by the shock wave, and propelled forwards faster than the speed of light towards a particular session.

It races past the shock wave, then past even the furthest distance that the shock wave's damage would cause, and then passes another DERSE and then VEIL, slipping through planets and meteors and then moving so fast even SKAIA cannot catch it with a defense portal.

A Black King and a White King both look upwards- pausing their duel as the rocketing planet comes hurtling down onto their Battlefield.

The Black King dodges- and watches on as his opponent is VAPORIZED upon impact.

And then....

[1:48]

He watches as something EMERGES from the wreckage.

Tentacles slither out- then reshape into a massive arm even as more tentacles slither around it to form a COAT SLEEVE.

The same process as another arm comes out- then lifting upwards, revealing a torso forming out of tentacles- the faux dress failing to form fast enough to cover the writhing mass of tentacles that equally fail to form into legs.

The King's breath fails him as his eyes watch a massive beak twist, break, and reform into a grinning maw.

Tentacles form a pair of horns- colors changing to be something absurdly candy colored.

And then the eyes open, and the Black King sees too many pupils within each eye.

[2:10]

From the perspective of all within the session- these events are overshadowed by the change overcoming the FURHEST RING above them.

BLACK SPACE gives way to WHITE VOID before fading once more into BLACK- except this time there are added COLORS.

Red tendrils of energy fade into existence, cris-crossing everywhere and everything- and then begin slowly alternating between that angry, blood red, and another angry, hissing green.

Temporal Energies in the form of VISUAL AND AUDIBLE STATIC begin filling in the void spaces between the tendrils, and then OBSCURING THEM ENTIRELY.

[2:23]

John Egbert watches on as PARADOX SPACE's walls are finally BROKEN DOWN ENTIRELY, and the space contained within is merged with the bubble of space containing a NEIGHBORING MULTIVERSE.

[2:33]

Back on the Battlefield, the BEAST grabs the Black King in a MASSIVE HAND and lifts it up to a gaping, tooth filled mouth which holds too many teeth and a hidden BEAK that conseals TWIN, FORKED TONGUES that FLASH WITH RAINBOW ENERGY.

Struggle as he may, the Black King has a sudden premonition of D00M befalling him, and realizes that there is no escaping this fate at all.

[2:43]

And then he is swallowed up within the rainbow energies- and his PROTOTYPINGS are CONSUMED for their POWER.

The Beast on the Battlefield lets loose a ROAR as their FULL POWER begins to take hold within their transformed body, becoming that which was not meant to be, and yet, is.

All eyes turn to Skaia as the FUTURE SEEING CLOUDS are BLOWN AWAY and SCATTERED across the Medium.

One of the two Battlefields flashes with a disturbingly familiar rainbow energy.

[3:05]

Meanwhile, lying at the tentacle feet of the Invader, is the WHITE KING'S SCEPTER, which reflects all of these sudden changes that have overcome Skaia.

The Scepter is damaged, however, and as the camera focuses in on it, we see the orb flicker with static, and then again, and again, for longer this time, before finally--

The Orb vanishes off of the scepter as if it had been erased entirely from existence.