KASSANDRA
"Oh, you malakas..." Kassandra growled as Kragg took a ramp. Despite Kragg's speed and inertia, he still had distance to cover, and Kassandra wasn't one to stand around and watch attacks fly her way. Using her immense strength, she grabbed a statue nearby and hurled it effortlessly at Kragg. He would shatter through it with ease, but that was not the intent. Drawing her bowstring back as he dropped, she propelled herself backward with another kick, simultaneously launching another Ghost Arrow, consuming her second to last charge, the arrow hidden just behind the statue- and Kragg was in the middle of propelling himself into a drop from the air. The misthios highly doubted he could squeak his way out of this one.
Regardless of what the outcome was, he would still hit the ground, with Kassandra being carried by the shockwave, flipping backward through the air as she slammed her heels down against bare Isu metal, letting out a grunt as she slammed into an Isu wall, stopping her in her path completely while she replaced the bow with her preferred weapon, the Trident of Poseidon.
NEPHTHYS
Raptor was freed, and as per tradition, he was getting cranky and fussy. He blew off steam for a little bit before he seemed to entertain himself with his new chain, and calmed down a little bit. As it turned out, he actually did seem capable of learning. Perhaps with repetition, he had finally learned that his lack of patience had already nearly killed him too many times. He gestured for the gardevoir to take the lead, and she gave him a small smirk.
<The great Rex Raptor calling us brave? My, your humility is inspiring,> her tone was teasing, though not in a combative sense, as she strode forward and into the room.
Gazing into the darkness, Nephthys raised a hand, and cast a shimmering orb of vibrant light out ahead of her.
She's a fairy, of course she can do that.
She waited for a moment to see if the light would reveal anything in the blackness (like tricks or traps), or if it possessed supernatural properties to prevent light from piercing it.
NOTHING MORE THAN A VESSEL
Attacks came in, left and right, most of them from Jevil and Chai as they smashed into Spamton NEO's form. The robot's limbs flailed with each hit, the body shaking, but it didn't seem to register any of it. Not because no damage was being dealt- but because they were attacking a mere puppet. Wherever Spamton was, he had been shoved deep inside of his mechanical form to make way for a fraction of something far less tangible.
IF ONLY
THAT WERE TRUE
IF ONLY
YOU WERE RIGHT
More strings snapped away during the onslaught, but many more still hung on, keeping the robot afloat. The puppeteer seemed impossible to reach, as the strings seemed to go on forever- before they finally reached something.
What appeared to be MASTER HAND himself held onto the strings, his gloved fingers dancing as he manipulated Spamton. Upon this reveal, a veil seemed to slowly lift upon the void around the others. It was as though a fog of war had slowly cleared, drifting away, an ambient light falling upon what surrounded them.
Massive spikes, amassing the thousands, stuck out of the ground to form a forest, each spike a different height to make a mix-matched collection. However, it wasn't the spikes themselves that was of interest- it was what was impaled upon them. An ocean of Master Hand's, or some visual equivalent to him. Thousands of hands, motionless upon the spikes, stuck straight through their palms. In fact, the glove holding Spamton's strings was no different, a massive gaping hole in the middle of its palm present, oozing with dark red blood.
And as Jevil launched his attack against the glove, bits of its fabric stripped away, tearing apart to reveal a skeletal hand beneath. It shuddered under the hits, but didn't seem interested in retaliation.
Not yet, at least.
IF YOU WILL NOT
HEAR THE TRUTH
IF YOU WILL NOT
UNDERSTAND FACT
THEN I WILL SHOW YOU
THE GREAT SECRET
I WILL SHOW YOU
OUR REALITY
Strings could suddenly be seen emerging from everyone. From Jevil, from Chai, from Zed, from Masaru, from everyone present. Even Layla and Moon-Wing were not free from it. Even the puppeteering hand itself had more strings coming from it, emphasizing a greater master. However, while Spamton had lime green strings, everyone else bore different colors.
The Puppet Hand was carried by dark green threads.
Jevil by maroon.
Chai by teal.
Zed and Layla by azure.
Tabby by yellow.
Nótt and Moon-Wing by magenta.
Masaru by purple.
Magolor by orange.
They could not interact with their strings, but they could see it now, like the lifting of a curtain.
EVERY ACTION
EVERY REACTION
EVERY CHOICE
IS NOT YOUR OWN
THOSE YOU CALL GODS
YOUR HEROES AND VILLAINS
EVERYONE YOU'VE EVER KNOWN
ALL FALL UNDER THE SAME CURSE
YOU ARE PUPPETS
DANCING ON STRINGS
CONTROLLED BY THOSE
FAR BEYOND YOU
THERE IS NO HEAVEN
THERE IS NO FREEDOM
OF NOTHING ELSE
IS THERE SOMETHING
MORE
CERTAIN.
RESIST
FLAIL
CRY FOR HELP
BEG FOR MERCY
IT MATTERS NOT
THE STRINGS RETURN
THEY ALWAYS DO
THERE IS NO ESCAPE
ONLY ONCE THEY
HAVE BEEN SATED
WILL YOU BE ABANDONED
UNTIL THEY CALL
UPON YOU
AGAIN
However, not all were as inclined to this belief. An illusion, they would reason. Trickery. A method to instill fear and nihilism into them. Or confusion. Their mysterious guest knew this. After all, how could one believe it? But most of all...
HOW COULD THOSE IN CONTROL
LET THEIR TOYS BELIEVE IT?
Chai's strings would suddenly shift in hue. From teal, they became lime green. Despite Chai maintaining awareness to everything, he was suddenly not in control of his body. It moved on its own, carried by the strings, and even if he tried to speak or cry out, it would come out garbled and strained, overpowered by the voice of their guest, which would now come from both Spamton and Chai simultaneously.
SEE HOW EASY IT IS
TO STRIP AWAY FREEDOM
SEE HOW MEANINGLESS
CONTROL TRULY IS
While he lost control of his body, and mostly his voice, Chai's face could still express what was going on behind the facade. An intense song began to echo off of him, a song relevant to their situation. Just as quickly as the strings had turned green, they returned to their teal hue, control returning to the original manipulator- though a single green thread remained in the middle of the others.
BUT YOU WILL RESIST
SO I WILL HUMOR YOU
AFTER ALL, THIS EXPERIMENT
IS ALMOST OVER
YOU DESIRE A CLIMAX
SO YOU WILL FIGHT
AND I WILL PROVIDE
In the middle of everyone, a lime green thread appeared, threatening to take control of them as well at any given moment, enforcing the entity's words. It didn't seem like the entity was talking to the present combatants... but rather, speaking to those that controlled them. Even beyond that... the being that controlled the skeletal hand itself, carried by the dark green threads.
Despite Layla's condition, Luxia still appeared- but she was in a similar state to Spamton. Held up by lime green strings, she emitted the same song that Chai was.
DID I SAY WE WERE FINISHED?
YOUR ASSUMPTION WAS MISTAKEN
ANGEL
Spamton's wings spread wide again, pulled by the threads, before he shot with speeds even Zed couldn't visually track, the puppet swinging in a wide, sudden arc to slam into each of the combatants.
PRIESTS
Despite the speed and weight of the blow, once more, like with Jevil, direct damage didn't seem to be as heavy as it should have been.
MIRROR
The entity didn't seem to want to kill them, or even seriously hurt them.
...Not yet, at least.
THIEVES
Springing back to the center of the void, Spamton's mouth dropped open, and an arm seemed to emerge from it. The further the arm stuck out, the larger it became, its appearance difficult to comprehend. It was like he arm was made of the cosmos itself, stars winking as they burned out or were born along its length.
BULLET
The arm grew exponentially, while its base remained small at Spamton's mouth. The gigantic hand curled into a fist, before it slammed down directly toward Zed.
BULLET
The voided ground shook like an earthquake from the hit, visible shockwaves bursting out from the impact, washing over the arena. Blast after blast after blast of disorienting energy.
COUNTIES
The cosmic arm dispersed, its stars twinkling across the void to give it volume and flavor as Spamton fired his arm cannon upward, an orb of light pulsing high into the sky-before beams of light began to fire from it.
EMERGENCY ALERT
Everyone would immediately recognize this as an attack similar to the Decoding beams that kicked off this entire event. Whether these held the same abilities wasn't clear, however, but the beams were numerous.
HEAVEN SAYS
With each beam that struck the ground, the surface of the floor began to become a little more visible, bit by bit, as though the beams were brightening it up. A glow began to hum within the void.
HEAVEN SAYS
A small pair of white lights could be seen above. Like two distant stars, though anyone who noticed these could tell they were no stars... they were eyes, staring back down at them. The puppeteer with the dark green threads? The voice of the one controlling Spamton? Whatever the case
TURN ON THE TV
The gloves all around on their spikes began to flake away to reveal the skeletal forms beneath, and one by one, they began to slide off their spikes, rising up into the air.