Final piece to the LFTON saga. Some is told from the view of other characters, so the subheadings just denote that.
-Old Creator
"ARGH!"
The monitor shattered underneath my punch, falling into fragments before the nanomatrices stitched it together again on the desk in front of me. I turned, and that irritant that used to be me, that so-called Creator, focused back on me with almost no emotion in his eyes, his arms crossed. No gauntlets, which perhaps infuriated me the most; he wasn't intent on fighting me, defeating me, proving that he was allowed to change himself. I challenged him verbally. "WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO DO THIS? YOU WERE FINE BEFORE! NOW YOU'RE NOT EVEN ANYONE, JUST A VOID-BEGOTTEN NUMBER!" At this, the bastard smiled. "A number I may be but your name, I'd like to point out, is an insult. Not even to any opponent; your very name insults you, which is why you prefer 'Old Creator', I presume?" The bastard had crossed whatever line existed. I lunged at him, at the same time invoking the spear, the one that I made when I first ripped myself from the Creator. The shout filled the room; "WARUDANDR!"
-New Creator
"Ok, he might be a bit pissed now," I thought to myself. I raised my hands to intercept the Darklight Spear, quickly calling on my twin gauntlets whilst recalling the ancient trills for Time, Chaos, Order, Change and Travel. A lengthy spell, but it can open the Entropy Tunnel as easily as any of the Starlit Isho of Idyllia, or the triplet suns' eclipse over Vijha. Almost lost amidst the Old Creator's screams, my yell rang out; "SCINDITE! SARCIRENT!" Antiphotosteel rang against antiphotosteel, and the ring that resulted caused ribbons of twirling light; a sign of discordant Audiomancy. If such a phenomenon was going to continue, I wouldn't be able to get away, not to mention Scindite and Sarcirent would be shattered by Warudandr. I shouted a quick command at the purple gauntlets, seemingly gibberish to all but the two MuDMIAAs and I. "Scindite, next contact grasp possible, name Warudandr, full grasp relay Sarcirent! Sarcirent, on relay, shift mode zero!" As Warudandr came crashing down, I wet my lips and raised my right fingers, the ones inside Sarcirent. I thrust forward with my left hand, grabbing Warudandr and silencing the tolling. As loud as I could, I began to whistle and tap my fingers against the air, which Sarcirent interpreted and output a series of notes akin to a grand piano. Behind me, the glow of the swirling rift shone, and I ended the whistling, but kept the piano going as I called out another command; "Scindite, release maximum feedback!" The sudden release of Warudandr jarred my left hand, but also sent the Old Creator slamming back through the monitor and into the mess of cables behind. I took one last glance at my former self, then ran for my life down the Entropy Tunnel, which in retrospect should have led me anywhere but right into a bloody puddle, surrounded by dwarves wielding wafer-thin, iridescent swords, led by the one dwarf - no, he was no dwarf at five foot eight - who resented me the most.
The Dreamer.
-LFTON
The end of the year always means a siege from the Spawn, and this year was no exception. The only difference was that this time I had had no contact with any of the other Aspects, no way into Vijha, Idyllia or even the ghastly Nankaina, and it was all the doing of the Armok-forsaken Creator. So imagine how surprised I was when he fell from a rift in the sky right into a puddle filled with blood of dwarves, humans, Spawn, and mountain barbarians, or so had said Mr Frog when he analysed the gunk dripping from my squad's, the Bladeguard's, swords using a machine that resembled one of Kyh's ever so closely. I ordered the Bladeguard to surround the newcomer but not to engage him. I took my place in the circle, directly in front of the Creator. He looked me in the eye and said, "Dreamer, help me. A terrible evil is perhaps now barrelling down the Entropy Tunnel towards here, and I am not strong enough to stop it." The Bladeguard looked at me quizzically, but I ignored them. "Why? How could you not stop it, when you managed to summon that grand dragon in the Tunnel? And what makes you think I," I implored, levelling my blades toward the Creator, blades glinting red, "could possibly help you? Better yet, why in the name of Armok would I WANT to?" My quarry sighed before responding. "Because it hates me, because it destroyed the Moxen, because you managed to breach the Entropy Tunnel using your mind alone, and because if you don't the entire Multiverse will be destroyed." I took a minute to mull this over. "I have one more question; is it Skouro?" The Creator chuckled. "Worse. It's another me." An identical voice rang out behind us, loud and obnoxious; "And he's right behind you!" I spun, taking in the fact that the Bladeguard were held still and silent by dark, ethereal bindings. Another Creator; ANOTHER FREAKING CREATOR; was levitating above the blood, twirling a vicious spear. He pointed it at my chest, and yelled something like "Double sushi!" The only thing I had time to think was a long "Dafu-" before a blazing pain spread across my stomach like wildfire and I was forced backwards. I could dimly hear the Creator screaming "NOOOOOOOOO!" before everything went black.
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