F̎̋̀͝I͋ͦ̿ͦ̇̈́N̷̏́̊̽̔̍͒A̶ͧ̂͒̍L̛ͧ̃͜ ̶̛̐̀́ͪ̈́̐ͤT̒͘͠R̨͐͊̀̕ĬA̢͊̓͌͗͢Ļ̋͞

[strangerpeople]

F̶̡̯̻̠̤̻͔͋͊ͬͦͤ̊ͯ̆Ḭ͙̜̺͇̽͟ͅN̷̰̥̥̹̱̐͛̎͞A̮͋̎͛͊L̛͚̱̯͈̄ͧ̿̂̋́͡ ̵͓̜͑͊͐ͨ̎̀̚͡Ț̸̢̥̥̲̼͔̻̟̣͂R̦̭̥͇̓ͧͣ̉͠Į̮̻̪͙̺̘͈̰͉̋ͮ̆ͩ́̔̉͌Aͩ̒ͤ͏̖̼̣L̫̥̰͉ͥ̂̐͐̓͑̑̚͢

[It is time.

Though there was no timer, the time was clearly nearing its end. The darkness that encompasses this place becomes even darker as the hours dragged forward, until even the lights of the City's skyline seems to darken along with it. You can almost feel the Noise watching, an infinity set of eyes in the void beyond staring back, as everyone pulls together again to proceed down the street.

The brightest building in the sky is the dome, now. There's no barrier preventing you from going beyond the Central Building now. There's no need for it-the City is completely empty, its streets devoid of life, as everyone inevitably finds their feet bringing them to the dome.







There's no turning back now. Whatever you have, that is what you will bring on this final journey. Not just in items, but in mind, in spirit, and in soul. IT, the avatar of the Thing and orchestrator of your game, will not relent. IT knows it has bent you, but not broken you. Now IT intends to finish the job.

As you round the corner to the dome, you feel the rhythm suddenly take control of you. You feel a sucking sensation grab onto you, and try as you might you cannot fight. You are pulled in. And when you manage to clear your head and eyes, you are inside the building. It is massive, domed, and-





you are only in one corner of it. There is a small table with chairs, with everyone's name on little dot matrix displays in front of chairs. Not all of them, of course. There are 15 chairs, and where the survivors' chairs are white, the chairs of the dead are black, their dot matrixes empty and lifeless.

A glass panel separates this little set up from the rest of the building, which is concealed in red fog. Despite this, a worryingly slack-jawed Link and Hiyori are sitting in chairs on a raised step just behind the glass, their suits still impeccable and their irises swirling more intensely than before. They do not react when everyone comes in; they do not respond if someone tries to greet them. Next to Hiyori is a briefcase and a boombox, which even through the glass it is quite clear the static, pulsing rhythm coming from it is very, very loud. Kyuubey sits in its own chair, meanwhile, its eyes watching and its expression unchanging; a fourth chair sits empty next to them.

There is no visible sign of IT. But IT is there, just beyond the glass, just waiting to unleash ITs full might. It's almost mocking the Strangers, as if to say go ahead, draw your conclusions. You won't win. You can't escape.

Fifteen Strangers, from scattered multiverses. They were brought together once more to kill. Now, they must solve the final riddle. All of the knowledge and experiences they've had have led to this, and their newest evidence may help as well. The survivors have one chance to make this right and stop IT for good. Failure cannot be an option. If it is...no. Don't think about it. Just do it.


The trial for the future of all existence has now begun.]







[It's time!! The Strangers' objective here is simple, but all-important: they must pull all of the evidence you have together, unlock the answers they seek in full, and at last confront IT, the Mastermind.

This is it. There is no turning back. The blight curls ever-further from the darkness between the clusters. Can there be a cure?

Have fun, good luck, and may the right prevail.]

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[15unknowns]

[The brain starts screaming.]

W̟̰̠̦͇ͣH͔̘̙̰̘͎͕ͥͣ͌̓̃̚Y̡̟̖̱͇̥͓̦͒ͦ̋!̢͍̻̏͒ͮ̊̓ͅ?̘̯̗̖͗͌̓̊̍ͅ ͍̹͈̤W͟H̝̠̞̯̓̑͂͛ͤͤY̠̊ ̧̮ͬ́D̜̦͍͊ͮ̀O͎̦͓̥̠ ͐̈́́͋̎Y͉͙̮̅̂͒͌̾̓O̝̤̙̮̥̠ͯ̉̎ͦǗ̟͐ͧͦ̈́͌ ҉͚R͕̦̳̼̹̺E͈͎͍͖͊̍͡J̧̠̄ͯ́̆̚Ẻ͙̇͑̅͊ͬC̦͉̜̼ͣ͐ͧͯ͋̊̉̀T͋ͫ́̓̒͝ ̨̬̈́S͇̫̺͓̝̈̄͢Ť͔̝̪͈̺̠̌R̛̳̞̝ͯ̋ͦͅE̫͚ͤ̉͌̎̄͆̂N̟̟̜͓̦̽G͓̹̲͓͖͗̈̆ͨT̨̼̱̮͙̠ͤͤ̀̃͛H̭͉̩̝ͤ̓ͪ̋̕!͎̩̠̣͇͂̔̾̒̓̚ ̻̘͈̑ͯ̑̿̽̏ͪW͉̲͉͈̯͉͓̋ͫͣͪ̿̾͋H͕̞͉̭͛ͭ̓͒͡Y͇̺ͭ́ ̛̼͖̹̞̭̈ͬD͈̟́Ò͇̱͚̪̜͛̚ ̟̼̱̩̙̹̈̄Y̥͙̺̫Ơ̠̹̞̟̫ͩͥͬÛ̥̯͕̭͙̹ͤͫ́ͅ ̝͍͓̤̪̽ͤ̋R̤͚̘̄E̞̼̗J͉̞̤͉̤ͥ͂͐ͬ͗E̛̘̪̦͙̖̳Ĉ̯̰͇͎̹̙̇̂̀̊ͧ͝T͎͍̲͕̗̱̀͑͢ͅ ͍͙ͨͯͭ̐̀P͋̎͐̀̽̿҉̞͓̠͔̗̖Ė̦͚͓̦̝ͥͩ͜A̢̰͚C̴̖̝̠̩͍͎̓Eͥͩ̿̑!̣̮̼͇̈́́

C̱̼̯̤̼͈ͭͩ͆́̚I͍͆͗ṼͪĪ̱̟̪̟̞͕͐͊ͫL̻ͮ͊͛ͤ̓͛͝Ì͙̱͂͌Z̧̍̊͒̏A̡̞̰̒T̄Ì̧̜̌̊̆ͧ̈́̅Ő̡̮̋N̩̼̳͓͖̰̻̿̃ ̡̗͓̤̺̺̄̉̄I͍̲̽͋S̩̥̦͇̙̍̔ ̡̝̯̰͖͍̙ͦ̓͌̆͋̏̒D̡̖̞̭̫̠͎̃͌E̩̼̣͊͑̏̾̀͋ͭA̭ͯ͆D̖̝̜́ͧ!̰͎̹̘̦̘̒ͯ̒̒̽̐ ̫̫͓͔̜̘̪T̬ͨ̉͊͋̅̚H͈̬̼̠̝̟͉̔̓͂E̸ͯ͂̐̄͒̈́̋ͅ ̺̜͕ͦ̔̓ͭC̲̺ͧ̒͛̈ͨḶ͔͔͟ͅỨ̹̖͈́ͦ́S̖̯͙̤̠T̨͚ͨ̈́ͥ̒̏̊̈́E̲̗͍͛̄ͥ̓̈́Ȓ̺̭̹͎̹̪̣̽͌̓ͤS̸̪͚͇̉ ̴̮͈Ằ̺̰̝̞̬ͭ̚R̒͐͗͂̀̚E͖̝̯̓͐̚ ̝̱̳͔̫͈ͣR͖̱̔ͪ͊ËN̹͎̗̮͓̬̫͐T̮̠̫̹̖͈!̣̱̪̰͖̯̄ͧͧ͑͗̉ ͨT̵͎̹̖H̬̩̜͈͕͌ͩ̓ͬ̚ͅÉ̖̟͚̯͔̼̞̍̀ͭ̐ͫ ̢̺̰̝̰̺̇͂̈́ͫͅͅD̮͌̉̑͒A͑͐̆̀R̮̻̹̝̟̫Ǩ͏̫̲͉̞͙͔̯N̦̲̘̖̹ͬ̎ͦ̿Ȩ̦͔̩̦͍̱͍̌̇ͣ̊̇̚S̍͂S̈́ͯͦͦͥ͂̈ ̖̬̻̬͔̳̩̊̏ͪ̂͌͂B̴̲̖̹̙̖̰͉̐ͨ̾Ě͆̊̂ͪͤͪT͎̜̗̫̈́W͒ͥͤ̎͆̂̀E͕̮̘̪̗͎̩ͪ̃͞E̠̖͍͓̬͕̙̐ͥ͞N̸̔ͨ͗̾ͥͫ̽ ̸͍̭͈̒ͬͬͪS̡̼̯̥̝̤̣ͅC̱̺̝͈̜̉ͪ͛̾̎ͦͧ͟R̨̖͍̠̣̘E̠̮͚̳ͣ͢A̭̜͉̭͋̃͛ͬM̭̠̞̖̗̽́̆ͣͭ̇Sͦͣ̇͌͐͆͜ ̮͚̈́ͥͮ̽ͬ̋̇I̧̫ͣ̑̑̓͒̾̔N͕̳͕̥̺̭̏̄̐ͨ ̪͙̘͉̿O͚͖͉̮ͯ̀̅̀U̲͔̺R͈͉̟͎̖͈͔ͮ̄̚ ̶͌ͫṆͦ̽̊́ͅẠ̢͚̜̫̯̘͑̾̃ͩ̂͊̐M͖͕͈͚ͯEͯͣ̓ͣ̄!̉͌̎͌


T̬̂̅ͮ͠H̬ͥͯ̽̋ͩ̍ͪ͟E̅̉ͭ̔͌̑̅Ỳ̳̯͉͍̫̦͗̈́̃ ̱̬̳̣̥̱̩̂̇̍͐A̦̜͈͖̪͖ͬͅR̹̹̜̼̯͈͞E̍ͫ͒̂ͥͣ ̱̤̬͍̫̲͓̌̑ͭͯͥ̇A͇̼̠̪̞̩ͯ̈́͌̈ͧͦͅL͉̺͓͂ͩͫ̐͟L͖͚͈͚͍͎̉̔̇ ͇̞̝̈́͌͟ͅM͓͉͔̺̰̊ͯ̉̿̂ͧI̴̫̤̮ͥͦͯ̔ͧ̎Ņ͓̞͖̺̖̯́ͤͭͣ̓̑Ẻ̪̑ͬ,̵̠͇͍͕͍ͯ ̛̥̲̇̀T̷̻̣H̼̟͚̘̆ͧE̜̦͚̺Y̺̖͉̙̣̹͑̍ͪͫ͢ ͂ͭ̐͑͆̈́ͮ͠M̹̫̞̾̌Ṷ̤͉̈́̂̏̚S̖͎̠̫͕̟̐T̝̣̟̝̪̂͋̓̈ͦ ̧ͧ̄̆ͣB̤̦͎̼ͨ̋Ę͖͎̼ͨ̃͛̾̓͌ͧͅL̀O͋̃͆ͭ̚͏̠̼̘͈̤N̷̘̤͕͚̟ͣͤ͒ͯ̐͗G̨͉͇͇̣̭̪ͩ͆͆́̍ ͏̼̥̬̲Ṫ̹̟̼͈̯̣̦ͯ̋͢O̓ͮ̂̔̑ ̦͖̭͙̣͙̙ͤ̏̆̂̌̕Į̟̺̩̬̩̯͐Ṭ͔́,̙̲̰̿ͦͭͤ̄ͮ͜ ̟̜̺̝ͭ͒̌͋̽́͊I̡̥͍̬͇̝̯̍ͣ̉ͤͅ ̞̮̳̻ͫͪÁ̴̺̻̦͇ͫͅM̬̻̼̣̺͓ ̡̥̟ͅT͍͗ͭ͊̿͝H̦̳ͭ͗̑͗͞Ē̖̦ͣ̍̃ ̵̗̖̲̒ͭ̌ͯA̱̹̠̜̰̎̑̐́͒͞V̖̠̫̭̓̈́̉̚A̳͈̝̩͖̥̘͊̈̈̎ͮͩ̓T̍̎AR̘̫̥̞̽͗ͭͦͯͩ ̨̆͛̍̄ͥͦ͂C̱̻̱̲̠̦̓̊ͨ̋H̦̖̦̣̹͕̜ͬͫ̌̃͠O͉̝͓͖͐͋̋ͨ͛ͧ͂ͅS̭̱̻̦̦̦͎͜E̺̎N̸͓̞̤̠ͨ,̝̖ͣ̊͑͐ ͔̺̙ͫͭ̔̀Ť̢͎̘͓̖̪͋Ḫ̫͊ͤ͝Ę͇̫̹͚̬͓͚̀̉̎̐́ ̧̯̩͖͈͕C̖͔͂͑ͯO͎̭͎̒͌ͣͅM̖̏ͫ͒ͨ̆̐͞I̦̣̖͉̰͗͊̈ͧ̃͞N̷͇͓͓̰̲ͯ̔G͕̹͂ͬ̕ ̰͂O͎͕̠̝̖͉͈̓̄̏̈F̨̫͓̘̜̖̲̅͆ͥ̂͐̔ T̴̥̠̫̞̫͈̤̏̆Ḩ̺̬̼͈͇͎̥̃̽̌̇E͕̼̓̇ͮͭ̄͢ͅ ̤̯N̞̗̼̙͊̑E̯͈̋̂W̷̙̦̭͓̎͂̉͂ ̼̲ͨͅÈ̟̯͔̤̀ͩ̓X͇̂͐Ḭ̮̪̭̏͆̅̇ͨ̑Ş̟̮͍͒̔͑̃ͬT̮̽̄ͯ̆E̻̭͔͙͓ͮ͂̍Nͯ̓̎ͨ̓̚C͙̩ͫ̐ͦ͐ͅE̕.̰ͧ̋̽̈̔̈̉͞.̬͚̳̝͎̣̗̏.̬̼͈͖̦̝ͬ̓ͭ̓̉̎!̖̪͚̭̹̕

[comesaround]

[ Oh this was so incredibly satisfying. This was all so worth it. ]

Wow. Someone's certainly full of themselves.

[ If he gets close enough, he is going to full on swing the blade of the scythe up and into It's ugly, writhing body. ]

Listen up. Nobody wants whatever stupid thing you're trying to offer them. You're just a selfish, bratty child when it comes down to it, wanting everything and throwing a hissy fit when it can't have what it wants. What you DON'T realize is that we don't want the false strength and false peace you offer us.

[ Pushing the scythe blade in more, if he can. ]

Everyone was happy in their own respective worlds. Nobody cares about you being some stupid avatar... and you know what else? Your first mistake here? Was underestimating the love everyone has between our bonds and just how stubborn we all can be.

[15unknowns]

[Bristling. It bangs and screeches with static and red against Karma, but in the end, against Karma, Osomatsu and even Sho-Sho.

Against the remnants of these 15 Strangers, IT is rapidly becoming completely powerless.

And IT knows Karma can sense it.]


Y̭͍̱̻͈͂͟O͘U̥͓̖̮͔ͨ̈́ͩ͊́ ̠̭̘̖̦̺̬F̸̳̱̜̟̆Ǫ͓̲̝̰̘ͣO̙͇̪̦͈̲ͬͬ͝L̸̮̬̳͇͚͈̠̅ͬ̆͐ͣ̐́.ͦ͂ͮͦ͌
̈͂̆̃̐̔̏
̸̒ͩ̋ͩ̈͛̄T̖̮Hͧ̍Ė̛͍̀̎ͬ͆̇̚ ̣̔̌ͥͨ̿̔͢G͖̜̐͋̀̀ͫ̚͢Ȃ̶̠͂͋M̟̘̞̱̄̑ͩ̇̔́́̀ͅE̼͙̿̍̆ͧͥ ̞̺̱̹͚̯̈ͪ̌͗̒̀ͭC͓̺͎͊̓̈́̾ͪ͊͗À̳̖̜̟͓N͈͈̗̥͒̿̉͐͐̂̾͢ ̰͙͓͖̟͟ͅN͏̪̥̲̤Ê̥̟̣ͫͮV̧̱͖̙̹͍̟͋E͔̱͓̟͑̑̎̎̂ͅͅR̸̐̌͌̓ͦ ̱̱̝̜ͣͨ̿ͅE̦͂ͨ͑͆N̪̟̝̜͍̲̔̈D̶̫̰͔̄̃̆ͪ!̰̅ͦ̑͌ͨ̅̐ ̘̰̫̟̠W̡̟̘̙̟̯̰̍̈́͊ͣ͗͑̑ͅH̉̔̋̊ͧ̌A̯̖̠͑̎̆ͅT͂҉͈͚͍͉ͅ ͌ͭ̄̌͒Wͣ͗A̯͇̬̤̞̍͊S̲̬ͩ̾̕ ͎̗̳̠͑O̦̘͆̍͒N̶̯̜͉̜̼̣C̝̞̭̞͑E̗͑ ̈́̓́̽A̵̗͖ͭ̄ͭ̌͐̃N͓̞̞̟̱͒ ̩̲̬͂̋ͣA̯͖̠̟̟̺̘ͯͦ̓̇̾ͫN̩̯̭̗͒̅̓̃O̳ͥͬ̆M̭̬̭̼̬͙̮ͮ̓Ą̝̫̘̹ͩ̀͐̾ͫL͎͖͔͙̰ͣ͆̎ͬͧ̑͒͝Ẏ̯̝̦ ̝͓̟̩̮̯I̡ͤͤͤS̗̼͈̠̣͍̒͐ͬ͑͟ ͚̑͑͛̽̐̅̍N̵̫̤̩̩̖̩̰ͤ͂̓ͩ̚̚̚O̝͐͊̋͑̏ͮẄ͔́̊̈ͣ ̞͖̳̰̙E̷̳ͥ͒̇̊ͬV̝̩̯̐͞E̱̯̲̯͙ͨ̀̀̈͊̑̀̚R̶̜̙͕͈͒̾ͤ̚-̭̻̜͇̯͇͇ͧ̿̒ͦͯP̠̥̯̤͚͕̟̓͑͋̒R̫ͭÉ̋ͮ̀̚S̢͙̺̹̩͈E̶͓̹̳̜̹ͫͤ̓ͯ̎ͮN̹̯̏̀͂T̖͙̦̝̩̻͆ͪ͛̉̃͋!͔͊̓̇ ̹̝̝͇͎̮̙̌̐̆̒̏̈̑


Y͇͌̿̀͑̄͛Ō̡̠̲̹͈̝̓ͮ̚Uͯ̍ ͇̥̮̳̫͔͍ͪͤC̵̱͚̥̱͗ͨA̷͇͑̎N͉͢N̘͇̦͈̥̥ͪ̕O̬̫͔̱͙͆T͚̱̺̮͔ ̓ͨͦS͔̪̻̱͉̘̊͛̋̿̈ͧ̐T̖̙̩̖̣͇͝O̶̭̮̻̦̼̳̞ͩP̸ͧ ̪̠̭̖͔͖̅̏̇̅̔ͤ͑Î̺̩̲̰̱̫̤̏̽̋ͨT̪̹!͍̮͕͍̙̘͗̎̃͋͛͜

[relieable]

[that is what Kyuubey said, that the games would continue. but....]

At least we can stop you, bastard! We're all working together, while you're left alone!

[comesaround]

[ Damn right he can sense it. Probably why he hasn't stopped grinning this entire time, dragging the scythe down to try and cause more damage because he was tapping into the sadistic side of him now. ]

Gonna have to say... NO. I believe we can. I know between us all? We'll find a way to put a complete stop to all the damage you've done.

[ Another. Deliberate. DRAG. Of. the. Scythe. ]

Now. I feel like you owe us some answers about some things. So I suggest cooperating before I decide to slice this disgusting body of yours into tiny little bits.

[champion_link]

[Link doesn't say anything, but he's finished settling Arthur a bit. He puts a brief hand on Karma's shoulder and draws the Master Sword, staring IT down.]

[15unknowns]

A͆̅̎̿ͫͬ̔͏̤̤̳͕̼̝n̝̘̭͖͉͙̲͂͗s̸̹̈́̓̓w̿̋̍ͪͣ̾̚͟e̡̹̰̱̗͕ͯ͗ͫ̏ͭͦr̡̰ͪ̅͒̌s̱̗̝̒ͩͬ!̻̤̮̥͔̥͐̈ ͍̹͙͕̥͙̯ͩͪ̍ͦ̀T̟̞ͦ͗̿̾̽ͥ͌͞h͖͙̽̈́̎̓̌̃͘e̢̳̯̹̻̱̓͌͗̎ ͍̩̭̲͈̖̈ͪa͎̩̤̙̙͊̀n͔̫̟͉̗͇ș͓̗͇ŵ͉̝͇̱̝̇ͯ̉e̡͕̐r̳̩̥ͣ̌̽͆͊ͩ ̎͊͊̐̓͟w̓a͚̗͓͓͑͑͡s̻̗̲ͭ̓ͅ ̹͖͚̘̝̝ͨ̓̒ͅaͭ̿ḻͥ̋̒ͪ̀ͫͭw̰ͣ͡a͉̰̘͖͒͋ͤͭ͒̚ͅy͔̣̘̗̗͖ͧͅs̰̀̈ ̝̜ẉ̡̝͔͚͔̞ͯ͆̈́i̅ͤ͊ͣ͏͙̰t̃́̌͐̾ͣ҉̹̮͕̰̙̜͈h̠͖̱̙̹̀ ̪̖̺̹ͅM̰̃͐̐Ę̯ͭ̈͒̌̅͆!͖̹͈͉͈ͦͦ
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̚Y̞͎͚ͧ̑ͦͮ͋͞o̦̪̳̺͍̝̾͊ͫ͐͐͝ͅu̺̒̒ͧ̂ ̵̥̥̬ͣͬͪ̌̚s͚͗̔ͯ̇͌t̴̻̜̗̫̣͕ͮͦ̋͒͊̍ị̦͙͓͚ͯͨl̜͒l̩̻̮̐ ̛̰͖͕̟̟̈h̤̻̤̝͙͋̊͆ͪ̕àv̫͚̬͊ͬe̙̳ͪ̇͑͑͢ ̴̬̗̰̮́͛ͤ̅t̡̬͖̪̐̿͑̚i͗̓͑̋͜m͙̻̩͕͙͍ͩ̂̿ͅe̟͍͍͇̺͈̐ͬͣ̂͞ ̧̩̥͎̌̈ͨ̌͛ț͚̮̠̊͒̓̽ͪoͭͯ ̡̰̘̠̫̲̯̆̃ͧ̾c̵ͨͫ̽͋̅̎ͬo͙̹͕r̝̭͖͚͖̩͌̋ͫ̕r̠̬̼͙̣̬͈ͣ͆e̾̈̏̾̈͑͢ͅc̢̥t̞̦̼̦̳̬̂̃̋ͥͦ̚ ͙̲̜ͧͥt̤̪͚̗̮̲̙̏͡ḥ͚̘̹̲ͅi̪̬̪̜̞̮̘̓ͥ͗s̳̪̲̬̜̖͕̊ͥ̏̐ ̹̲̩͙̼m̡̺͕̭̺̘̃i͋ͦ̓ͩ͌̈͝s̠̺̱̟̮̱̼̊͗͐̈́t̶͙͇̞͍͖̍̓a̮̻͓̺̭̟͋ͣͦ̉ͤ͒̍̕k̰ͥḙ̲͔͎̦̯̋̇̿̿ͫ̏͑ͅ!͕͈͕̺̟̲̙ͧ͒ ̋̋ͨ̽Ȧ̙̘͎̂ĺ̲͔̌͟l̷̞̅ͮ̉͐ͩ̿ͬ ̯̮̰̪͎̑͌̃o̷̼̼̼̻ͨf͎̪̪̯ͦ͛͌ͤ ̭͎̝̜̹͐y̺̯ͣ̓̓ͯö̖̮͓̺ͯͅũ̻͕͚͉̩͖̹̃ͯ͊͒!̢͌͒̓̀ͭͯ ̩̃̏͋ͬͮ̌S̢͈̮͎͗ͮ̒̄U͚̤ͬ̈͠B̷͓̫̲͐̊̿̊̓̑M̡ͭI̽ͫ̐͡T̬̹̒!ͫ͛͛͗!̙̠̻̳̜̑̒ͣͥ̊̌

[comesaround]

What part of NO did you not understand? My. For being a brain-thing, you're kind of stupid!

[ He violently yanks the scythe out and looks to Link, appearing just a bit manic with the smile on his face. ]

Did you want to try stabbing it too? That sword of yours might actually do some real damage.

[relieable]

[Karma are you okay???

though Osomatsu chuckles a bit at the comment. maybe he's a little sadistic, too]

Too bad IT doesn't wanna play nice and answer our questions. Guess we'll have to finish IT off.

[15unknowns]

F̧̓̾ͦ̓̾̇ǫ̙̼̹̼ọ̷̖̫͍͕̜ͧ̏l̤͙̞̗ͨ͐̓̍̽̚s̱̫ͣ͗͋̉ͯ̍͌.̆̈͛ͨ͌̉҉͈.̝̪̟͚̮̩̐.̨̯̱͉̪ͫ̆̋̄l̜͈̼̹͗̍͗ͥ̆ͫͥȯ̴̰̮̖w̭̄ͮ͆̒͒e̮͔͕̙͚̘̗̓̆̋̕r̖̟͎ͣͪͦ͌ͦ̌ ̰̪̥̻ͬ͋̑ḽͬͤͦ̾ĕ̼̜̱͇̠̙ͯ͢v̦̳̠͓͙͓̣͆͊e̦̦͎͍̫̜ͦ̉̋ḻ̷̝̮͇͇̟̭̾̐ͧ͆̚ ̗͇͓̹̻̘ͧ̔̉̀̐̓͗l̥̠̬̂̈́̎ͧ̅ͭi̶ͨ̀̎f̯͉͕̝̣̥͌̉̈́͊̇̅ͅeͦ̽̾̽̓f͍͉̳̼̗͐̑ͬ͛o̪̮͇ͯ̐r̖̦ͣ͝m̸̩̙̯͍ͣs҉̲̹̞̜̖̖.̭̥͑ͫ̾͝.̱̹̖͇ͦͯ̀̋.̖̜͙̝͈͐͐̄̐̃̽y̸̿ͅͅo̡̲͍͔̥̭͋ͯͅu̯̪ͨͭ͆̐ͪ ͚̖̠̰̫̊͗̈w͍̞̪i̳̪̎̍̃ͪͧͮ́l̥ͯͩͩ̈̄ͨ̎l̻̘̥͖̲̮̈́̀ͯ̅̓̒̚ͅ ̶̯͑n̠̮̞̞̜̘̏̽̓̌ǒ̢͕̮̠͕̂ͫͪ͂͂̆t̗͙̟̗̓ͣ ̧̠̾sͩͤ̐ͦͬ҉̦̮̘̟a̞͉ͥ͑v̭͛ͪͭ͂̃ͭ̽e̲̙̠̬̼̯͑ ̺̼̭̈̃ͪa̲̜̫̹̤͗̽ͣͨ͆n͉͙̠͛͊̔ͣͯ̒y̒̃ͥͧͪ͏̖̝͍t̟̠̍͌̑ͥ̏ͅh̷͎̦̤͙͈͙ͭ͆̋̊̌̈ͩi̫̻ͫ͛̚͞n͔͒͆̑g̣ͥͤ̑̊̇̓̚͢.̶͗̔͐ͭͣ̇ͧ.̩̟ͧͣ.̷̟͈̼͖̲͗͐̿͑!̡̥̠̒͐͂̏̀̚

[comesaround]

[ A sigh. He is sick of this thing talking. That's also where he remembered something.

Someone was waiting for him somewhere. A blue haired cutie with a nice smile and a killer set of skills. He also remembered that he was still wearing those stupid contacts he'd gotten from the vending that were once Kurama's. So now would be a good time to use them. ]

How about you just shut the fuck up, then? Some of us have loved ones to go back to.

[ Exhaling a deep breath, he fully used every single thought he had of Nagisa in his mind along with everything he loved about him, using that strong feeling... which manifested in that next moment as pink lasers shot from his eyes, strong and focused on the disgusting brain thing that was IT. ]

So die.

[15unknowns]

[Lasers.

Love lasers.

Of all the things to fell the great avatar of the Echthroi, who had given IT its existence, and who he had brought into the multiverse and beyond, during those halcyon moments when IT had become aware of existence's true nature.

Love. The one thing IT never had. The one thing IT never would gain.

Had Shelley been true? Of course he had been. IT had been more than a king as IT used ITs influence to wreak ITs havoc, to assert its power, to manipulate existence to ITs whim using all it had. The Taboo, the meme, the snake. ITs own natural power of persuasion.

Now, though. Nothing beside shall remain.

The laser slices, but powered by love, it results in an explosion that knocks everyone off the dais. Indeed, the dais even cracks from the force as the brain disintegrate.



IT, the Mastermind, the ruler of Camazotz, the avatar of the Echthroi in the multiversal clusters, is dead.


...

And the ground begins to rumble.]

[poorlovefool]

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

[Eric's blasting off again]

[pi_face]

[Sho lets out a cry of alarm as he's sent flying.]

Oh, son of a—!!

[He's shifting back into Leo Cantus form – he figures the Noise is probably going to take the impact better than his squishy Reaper form will – and if he can somehow shift his angle in his fall to break someone else's, he'll try to do that.]

[incendiarize]

[RUMBLEY GROUND BAD FOR BROKEY RIBS

Arthur grunts and cries out at every jostle.]

[relieable]

[they... they did it? Osomatsu doesn't really have time to celebrate, no matter how cool he thought Karma was. he's jostled and changes back into his human shape, and then they are falling down to the ground]

Aaaah!

[otherworldlyking]

[ Honestly, though this is kind of a pain, realistically speaking. He did not want to go through all of this again. ]

Guess you forgot the part where we stopped you.

Looks like you failed again. No reason to think whatever happening won't end up the same way, so don't even bother wasting your breath whining about your loss.