Plan B
I don’t get it. It should’ve worked! We had stolen so much! This is your fault! Somehow.
The Burglar did not so much as roll as his eyes when Joyer snapped at him. He could tell that the impish NRWE was raging nonsensically again, and that he was in pain from the damage that Peter and Daria had inflicted on him. He set him down on the ground of the NRWE void, making him hiss.
Why aren’t we back at HQ?
So they can’t find out where our home base is after I do…this.
Summoning all his might, the Burglar steals the blogs of canon characters. He groans in pain as he steals the actual canon, interrupting and retconning old threads, and Joyer’s eyes widen.
You…what the fuck are you doing! You can’t just steal them like that— they—
Why not? It’s what I do.
You dumbass! You’re going to alert them!
I know.
He summons the power from the stolen blogs to heal Joyer and open a portal.
This power is enough for you to do what you’ve always wanted to do: destroy canon. Go.
What? What about you? Idiot, they’re going to kill you!
Not your problem. Go. NOW!
Without hesitation, as Peter’s faint hehehehs could be heard in the distance and as Daria’s glasses glinted, the Burglar pushed Joyer through the portal.
NO! WAIT! DAD—
But he was already gone. Joyer could hardly hear his own frantic heartbeat as the ringing in his ears grew louder. He didn’t realize he was crying until he felt a tear run down his cheek. And as he came to, he could only feel a painful rage building up inside him.
DAD!! DAD!!!
Joyer attempts to tear open another portal through time and space to get to the Burglar, but the timeline would not let him. He hisses in frustration. That bastard thief made sure to lock him out. How dare he.
He clenched his claws deep enough into his palms to draw blood. His gaze fixed on the timeline before him, and he knew what he had to do.
They want order? Too bad, not my thing. -👿
He reaches a claw out, stepping into the threads before him with a cold confidence fueled by the rage boiling over.
This one’s for you, dad. -😈
