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Chronicles of Tenaria is back! My baby lives! Enjoy!

“Well” Stephan twirled the makeshift club in his hand “we need to find us, and Hood said we aren't at the lab. So?” Justin rolls his eyes “bro, I don't know. Tartalgia maybe?” Stephan clicks his fingers, “Genius. I forgot about Tartalgia. “ “Or even Tenaria. “ “Wait, why would we be at Tenaria? Unless Hood lied about knowing where we are.” Stephan slightly tilted his head to the side. “Ok, even our Hood would do something like that.” Justin sat on the desk. “Didn’t I just say lets not get into that whole “OUR” thing?” Stephan sighed, placing his head in the palm of his hand. “But you know what I mean Bro. Even the Hood we know would lie to alternate dimension visitors about our whereabouts, so who knows, maybe this Hood lied and we are at the Lab.” Justin laid back, staring at the vine covered roof. “I can’t think of a single dimension where we aren’t always at the lab. “ Stephan sat on the ground by his brother “We’re probably trying to find a way to save this world.” “Yah” There was no hope in Justin’s voice, “probably” “You really think this world can’t be saved?” “I know it can’t bro.” Justin sat up, looking down at Stephan. “Look around you. This world is in ruin. Even if, okay, even if everyone became normal again, this world is too far gone.” “Oh come on!” Stephan stood to his feet, “How can you be so hopeless? So cynical? Where is your hope? You are one of the two smartest minds in the whole multiverse! We are the two smartest beings in all reality! If anyone can fix this place it's us!” “Because if we could it wouldn't be like this still!” Justin stood to his feet as well, standing face to face with Stephan. “If saving this place was possible, why is it still the way it is? Cause last I checked, there are two living versions of US, the two smartest beings in all reality! Living here!” Stephan narrowed his eyes. “You know damn right and well why they haven’t figured it out yet you insensitive asshole” “Oh do I? Well enlighten me you pretentious little shit” Stephan quickly threw a punch, knocking Justin in his jaw, sending him falling to the floor. “Because whatever causes the jack-o-lantern transformations affects the brains jackass!” Justin rubbed his jaw, he felt no pain, but a punch is a punch. “Uh huh, okay smart guy” Justin stood to his feet, “well” Justin returned the punch, knocking Stephan down to the floor. “You know that reason is still bullshit! Even with altered minds, we are still smarted than anyone can even realize!” Stephan groans on the floor out of irritation. “Are you serious right now?” “Yes I am!” “Well screw you!” They both looked at each other, neither speaking a word. “I hate you sometimes Stephan” Justin mumbles out. “You are such an asshole Justin” Stephan replies. They continue to stare at each other in silence. Stephan stands up, stretching. “You know what, I don’t care. Let's just go find outselves and get home. I miss mom.” “Yah, I bet you do” “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”Stephan glares angrily at his twin. “I’m just saying.” Justin raises his hands in the air, “we both know why you miss Mom, and I bet she’s missing you so much more. “ “I swear to whatever God created us, the asshole that he is, I will kick your ass if you don’t shut up” “Well whatever made up creating dieity you are talking about, I doubt it exists here.” “It’s an expression, but my threat is very real you jerk. “ “And I don’t doubt that” Stephan continues to glare at Justin. Justin just shrugging in return, pissing off Stephan more. “You know what” A smile slowly grew across Stephan’s face, “I’m gonna go find our Mom in this world and have her kick your ass!” Justin’s eyes widen “You wouldn't.” “You know I would. “ Stephan chuckles. Justin glares, while Stephan just laughs. Stephan starts walking towards the staircase leading down and tot he exit of the building. “Where are you going?” Justin asked. “To go find Mom, so she can kick your ass” Stephan replied, walking downstairs.

Stephan stared out the window to the vine filled jungle below. “Hey Bro?” He asks. Justin flips a desk, rummaging for parts. “Yah?” “Do you remember what caused all this again?” Justin picks up a pen from the ground. “Hum..let me think. Did Hood ever tell us?” “No...but I think we just always knew..” Justin keeps rummaging through the desk drawers, taking pens and paper clips. “Uhm...I think it was some curse or something, something with Error 53 and the Group 100 Project I think. Wait no” Justin stands up “That makes no sense. “ Stephan turns around and faces him “exactly. How did this happen? What caused all this? I can tell that this world wasn’t always like this, something started this. “ He walks towards the desk. “D...do you think we could fix this world?” Justin raises his eyebrow. “I..maybe? “ “You think so?” “I mean…maybe dude, I don't know. It's..” Justin sighs “let's first try and find out what caused this mess.” “We need to find us. If we’re still alive.” Stephan sits on the desk. “What do you mean if we’re still alive?” Justin asked combing the pens and paper clips he found, soon he had a small dagger made of scavenged office supplies. “Well, if this was caused by a virus, our bodies would have just died. Remember that zombie universe?” *yah guys I'm writing it at some point, shut up* “Oh yah, the virus just killed us instead of changing us. Same with that nanite world, were everyone became those scary cyborgs. Our bodies rejected the nanites and just died.” Justin chuckled. Stephan smiled “it's funny, it takes a world ending virus to finally kill us. “ “And yet...Mal and Trojan?” Justin looked at his brother in his eyes. “I guess they are just...impossibilities. Like Corruption and Snap.” “Bruh, the readers don’t know them yet” “Hey shut up, no fourth wall breaks” They look at each there for a moment in silence before erupting into laughter. “So uh...you two done laughing? “ a voice interrupted their laughter. The boys turned and faced the source, standing in the doorway was another pumpkin topped person, dressed in a sharp black suit with red boxing gloves. “Mr. Hicks…” Stephan stood up straight, picking up a broken desk leg. “That right kids, and since you two are still humans, I guess I have all the right to kill you two then” The pumpkin headed boxer chuckled and began slowly walking towards them. Justin grinned, spinning his homemade dagger in his hand. “Come on then Hicks, you overrated Gatsby impersonator. “ Hicks suddenly rushed forward, his glove making direct impact with Justin’s chest, sending him flying back and tumbling over a desk. Before Stephan could swing his impromptu club, Hick’s glove smashed into his face, sending him flying across the floor, almost out the window. “Now, for the life of my boys, I can’t seem to remember who you two are, but you sure as heck know me” Hicks walked over to Stephan as he tried to get back to his feet. Hicks kicked Stephan back on the ground. “Hey Hicks!” Justin called out as he threw his dagger, it's sharp, jagged blade puncturing his chest. Hicks stumbled back, Stephan quickly swung his club, tripping the pumpkin donning fighter. Hicks fell backward and out the window, facing a twenty sorry drop. Stephan stood to his feet and looked out, but could not see him. All he could see is the tree’s softly rustling. “Great, we’re murderers. “ Stephan commented. “No, he tried to kill us, and he’s a monster now anyway. It's not like we killed out Mr. Hicks” “Let's not get into the philosophy of ‘our’ anyone okay? “ Stephan snickered. Justin rolled his eyes. “Well I saved your life.” “We can’t die dumbass.” ------------------------------------- The Boys get in a fight! What did happen to this world anyway?

Warning! Gore, Torture, abuse, swearing, body horror, and a lot of bad things ahead Lights flickered on in the cold operating room. Rodrick Trins, head of security of the Group 100 Project found himself strapped down to a lone operating table, his head securely pinned down keeping him unable to look at anything but the dim lights above. Slowly, a face came into his view, a young, lightly brown skinned boy smiled down at him, he was strangely attractive, almost impossibly so. "Hello Rodrick, you probably don't know who I am, but I know exactly who you are." The boy grinned, a somehow very kind and calming grin, his voice was smooth, melodic. "Who the fuck are you? Where am I?" The boy chuckled "such foul language, but what do I expect from a monster like you? My name is Stephan Wright, but of course you don't know me. But I know everything about you. Head of security for the Group 100 Project, a supposedly top secret research organization." Stephan leaned out of his view and opened up his large duffle bag. He began pulling out various tools, scalpels, blades, pliers, hammers, etc." "You were the guard in charge of watching Number 42 during the experimentation phase. I know you abused him day after day, knowing the pain he was already in from each test. I know you are a cruel sadistic man who loves making others feel pain." Stephan wheeled back to the table, pliers in hand. "So, yah, i know who you are, and what you've done. You thought you escaped judgement when 42 spared you. Guess what?" Rodrick replied through gritted teeth "What?" "I'm judgement bitch" Stephan pried open his mouth and began slowly pulling out each of his teeth, one by one and dropping each one in his mouth, making him swallow them. Swiftly he flipped a switch, standing the table up. "So you like pain? Well, you will experience a lot of it while I have you" Stephan chuckled, watching the blood pour out of Rodrick's mouth, he glared angrily at the boy, but Stephan just smiled back. He set the pliers back in the bag and picked up his wooden baseball bat. Stephan made crude modifications to the bat, filling the top with rusted nails. "I could have been more creative with this, but why?" Stephan swung the back, smashing Rodrick's chest, The sound of ribs breaking filling the empty room, blood pouring out from the open wounds. Rodrick yelled, well, tired to yell in pain, but the blood flowing in his mouth garbled any sound he made. Stephan walked around the table, casually swinging the bat, letting the adrenaline wear off and the pain to truly set in. Stephan set the bat down and picked up his sledgehammer. "Do you know how strong your femur is?" Stephan asked, leaning on the handle of the hammer. Rodrick shook his head no weakly. "Shame, you are an idiot" Stephan swing the bat, breaking Rodrick's left femur. "Let's let that sit for a while shall we?" Tears began to flow from Rodrick's eyes, falling, mixing with the blood on his chest. "Oh no, you don't get tears you asshole" Stephan reached into his bag, pulling out a blow torch. "In fact, you don't eyes" Rodrick shook and struggled in the restraints, terrified as the flame reached closer and closer to his face, The smell of burning flesh and eyeballs was indescribable, Stephan made sure he burned enough to just get the eyeball, no deeper into his skull, before moving on to the next. "There. Now, where was I? Oh, right, your other leg." Stephan tossed the torch aside and picked the sledgehammer back up, swinging it and breaking his right femur. "Ah, you're about to loose consciousness now aren't you? Shame, I guess I should just finish you then. " Stephan smiles. "I have just the thing. " He walked over to the corner of the room and flipped a switch on the wall, a trapdoor opening right underneath the table. The smell of toxic acid filling the room, the stench strong enough to keep Rodrick from passing out. Stephan chuckled, "goodbye you mother fucking son of a bitch. Burn in fucking hell." With a push of a button, the table released Rodrick, dropping him into the acid. Stephan dusted off his hands and looked down at his blood soaked clothes. He shrugged. "I just need to get cleaned up is all."

(Woo hoo, world building!) “Why should we believe you Legion?” Apostle asked, standing with his brother's the Fivefold before Legion in the abandoned warehouse that he frequently stayed in. “Cause what purpose would me telling you about a new threat that even I couldn’t do anything to do for me? I’m telling you, the Veterinarian has turned.” “Listen Legion” Prophet shook his head “you know us, if Vet has turned, that's for the heroes like Hood and Aaron to take care of, we don’t normally get involved in matters like that” “But if you idiots do nothing, it will become your problem anyway cause guess what, Hood and Aaron did try, he made them into a monster.” Legion’s expression was one of true fear, his normal cocky arrogance completely wiped away. “Each and everyone of the demons in me fear him, more than they fear you.” The Evangelist looked confused “How is that possible, demons fear nothing greater than the presence of the Lord.” “You haven’t met me then” Vetster called out from down the Warehouse corridor. “Hello, I am Vetster, you must be the Fivefold correct?” Pastor gripped his cane tightly, standing between Legion and Vetster. “Did you harm this man here?” “Physically no. But mentally and emotionally oh yes. “ Vetster replied with a chuckle. Pastor’s grip on his staff tightens, his scowl grows. With an angry roar he rushed forward towards Vetster, staff in hand. Vetster smirks, his scythe ready. Pastor swung his cane, Vetster side stepping just in time, swinging his scythe, cleanly slicing off Pastor’s head. “Pastor!” Apostle cried out. Vetster grinned. “You are not Ultra's are you? You are normal human beings given power by an ethereal force.” “If by ethereal force you mean God then yes, and we are going to sue that force to take you down.” Evangelist remarks through gritted teeth, his fists engulfed in flames. Vetster’s void grin widens. “Come at me then.” Suddenly, Vetster was sent flying back from impact with a large shield. Standing in the warehouse were Four Angels, a Roman centurion, completely clothed in armor, with sword and full body shield, a holy knight, with shield and sword, a western Sheriff with flowing blonde hair and two golden pistols, and a WWII era US soldier, armed with an automatic rifle and bayonet. Each of their eyes were a piercing white, and their wings large with golden feathers. The Sheriff spun his pistols in his hands, “Fivefold, and Legion, y’all should run. Oh and Legion” The centurion picked up Pastor’s staff and threw it to Legion. “You’re the new pastor now” The sheriff grinned and Legion caught the staff, flabbergasted. Apostle pulled him into the group as they disappeared in a pillar of light. Vetster groaned as he stood to his feet “ethereal beings! Wait wait, I know what you are actually called “ he chuckled, scratching his scalp “Right! Arch Angels right!” “That's right sir.” The soldier replied, his rifle pointed directly at Vetster’s head. “Oh ho ho, polite too, this is good, you know I love religious studies. Christianity has always caught my attention. Funny how a religion with supposedly has only one God, has many beings to worship.” “We are just Angels beast, you do not worship us” The knight replies charging forward with his sword drawn, side by side with the Roman. Vetster stepped back, dodging the Knights blade, with a flick of his wrist, shadow tendrils shot out of his hands, piercing both their chests. As the two leaned back in surprise, two more tendrils erupt from the ground, piercing their backs. With a grin, Vetster shot out the last two tendrils, piercing their necks. With a twirl he sent them flying, each landing on opposite ends of he corridor. A shot rang out, the bullet piercing Vetster’s skull. He fell to the floor with a thud, black ooze draining from his mouth and wound. “Sometimes I hate living in a world with super beings.” The solider sighed, smoke rising from the barrel of his gun. “Digger can take care of that” “I knew we’d be protecting the Fivefold, but not from stuff like that.” The sheriff replied. The solider sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, “let's just go pick up our brothers and head home.” … “Ok so, this….thing...is Hood and Aaron?” Stephan stood outside the power voiding containment pod that housed Aroodamate. Curly stood beside him. “Yup. Not sure how, are what you can do about it, but here. It's better in your care than out running wild. I fear it’s already killed some people. “ “Oh boy” Justin stood behind his computer desk. “These readings are, worrying to say it lightly.” “What do you mean?” Curly asked, his fists still red with fresh blood. “Well you see, it's a widely accepted fact that people are made of atoms. But it's not true. People are made of, well code essentially, intricate details and information pieced together in a mathematical sense and implemented into this world as living beings. Aroodamate here, has a unique code, it's not Hood’s, or Aaron’s, or a combination. It’s its own code. Which means we can’t split them” Justin explains, staring into the pod the entire time. “BUT!” Stephan exclaimed from his desk, “it looks like their code isn’t properly aligning together. Which explains why it looks so, distorted and why it’s so violent. It’s unfinished. So where we can’t separate them, we might be able to finish fusing them.” Curly raised his eyebrows, “ok, science stuff, but I got it. This is no longer Hood and Aaron, it's something new and unique. Ok. Their wives are going to be pissed. “ “Both have in their vows stuff about this kind of thing.” “You’re joking aren’t you?” “You were at their weddings.” “I was crying during the vows, I didn’t listen all the way” “Curly, you big softie” “My fists aren’t soft” “Wow, angry dude. But anyway, yah, both had in their vows stuff about this.” “Huh, prepare for anything I guess.” Curly sighed to himself, “I guess i’ll go be the message man. Wish me luck boys.” “We’ll call you and let you know of our progress.” “Thanks guys” Curly turned and looked into the pod, Aroodamate aimlessly wandering around in circles, seemingly calm. Curly slowly shook his head, “why can’t this world be normal?”

 She smiled, picking them up out of the dumpster, holding them close, “I sure do. Come on, I don’t like to far away.”

Ramen taste a lot better when you're cutting class.

Stephan Wright