Every sauntering step shock the transdimensionalunicore Fabrical matrices within a mile or more of distance from the snsa-visageo’d figure of the Great Ineffable Prisoneror. Ghis gaze fell upon Detroit, locking there, the Fractid he had left behind already long gone from his mind and gone mind from his long. Lifting a hand-gloved-hand, Goffykins raised a single ear and listened closely aeven as he continued his sartorial strut--his suspenders, checked shirt, boots, hatted crown, and hand-gloved-ahnds all quite ON FLEEK, moreso even than the long and byogone fop, Shakespeare (and his band of merry Garries).
Brielfly a frown most magnanimous cast itself over his face as a pallor casts itself atop the flesh of a vampire--or indeed the shade casts itself away from the sun.
“Hy knyo thayt presyence anywheyer,” he proclaimed with joyous, terrible, glee. Then, with the most brief of gestures he saluted, and from that salute numerous colors were spwned and those colors were neon and splendiforous as one could consider so unreal and esoteric were they. Indeed, they were quite untoward and outworlderly, so much so that one might consider them to be wholly outside the realm of Possiubility, let alone within the realm of Universia. Still, thAT WHich was SPONGBYRNE would grasp the shape and hue of these eldritch color-things, but only insofar as one could in the space of one femto second for no sooner than the colors had appeared, they shot forwards in a single beam of blinding ephemeral light so ENSCOPUlating that it would imbossiple to miss them even three continents away.
“Hyeuck,” he uttered before he crouched down and rolled up his pant-legs. “Hylooks like I cyn’t hyold byck this time!” Pants rolled up past his hairy knees, Goofykins deepened his crouch before suddenly inflating with a single massive deep breath. With a gulp, he swallowed the breath and in the same moment his fyeet exploydid, sending him hurtling into the air at 425,836,477.17 times the speed of sound, divided by 2.7356987854113568.
The speed of light is 186,282 mph or 299,792,458 meters per second. Let that sink in. I’ll wait………………………………………………………...………………………………………….okay that’s long e-fucking-knough.
The speed at which he moved put such force on Earth and the forces of reality at large that briefly, all color, substance, and sense winked out. It was like going to sleep, losing time, being knocked unconscious, becoming insensate, and drinking the worst possibl;e coffee all at once. This went on forr ten long long endless second….
CHAMBER OF THE PRODIGAL SON
In their struggle all the primordials halted and each directed their full attention and gaze out into Universia and the Planesworlds from whomst they had created and they had indeed created them. What they saw was...nothing. Utter emptiness. It filled with with with them...them with, it filled them with TERROR more true than they had ever felt, all except perhaps the INFERNAL and
-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D . The INFERNAL MERELY CHUCKLED while
-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D continued to foam frothing blood as it had been before.
“BEHOLD AND TREMBLE BEFORE THE MIGHT OF ONE OF MY LESSER INDUCTEES. HE WHO SLAYED EVEN THE GREATEST OF CARTONISTISIA, WALT DISNEY. GLAHGLAHGLAHGLAHGLAH,” the childbeing laughed, the sound grating upon the nerves in a most terrible way. The Pillars of Color and the Three other Child-entites shook themselves from their stupor and for the briefest of moments took to extending their power into Universia.
Eight.
The TERROR matrices formed once more and the flow of time resumed.
Seven.
The Fabrical matrices began to expand out from the Chamber of the Prodigal Son and at first merely space itself existence’d, and then dimensions began toi blossom and fold in upon themselves, intertwining or isolating themselves in kind.
Six.
Energy came to into begininning-began,phasing out of knowhere beyond the beyond; from the Ether plane, but not at all related to it.
Five.
Energy densified, becoming material and substance.
Four.
The first cosmic booty cheeks clapped and so nebulae and stars formed.
Three.
Somewhere, the first Chic-Fil-A opened. Then, immediately afterwards, All the Gods TM came into being.
Two.
Planets and asteroids and other shit came into being, who cares.
One.
Life and all of history and existence as we know it came into being and transpired.
Then, for the briefest of infinite femtoseconds, the primordials rested...and then fell upon one another in furious battle once more. Now, however, the INFERNAL had the edge. He wasn’t tired like his siblings...slowly...he was winning.
“J̶̧̛͟͝Ó̶́͞Y̨͏͢͜͞ ̷͝K̨͝Ì̵͜͜L̀̕Ļ̕Ś͜,͘͟͢ ͏̶͠҉B̢͘͜Ú́͟͏͢T͟͟҉ ͏͘Y̧̡͜O̸͘U̶̡̡̧͟ ̸͟C̴̛̛Á̶͟͠͠Ń̶͏̷’͜͏́͘T̢ ̶͟͜K̷̡͡͡Ì̶͘͢L̢̀͟͠͝L̴̸͡ ̡̛̕͜͡J̸̨͜Ǫ͢͢͜Y̢͏͝͝,̶͠ ̸̡͜J͜͠͏̛Ơ̴̡Y҉̧͘ ͞Ḱ̡͘͠I̸̴̢͡L̷̵͢Ĺ͏Ş̸҉ ͞͏B̛U͏̸̢T̴̴̀͝ ̀͠Y͘̕͟͡͠O̶̢̧̕̕Ù̸͡ ̴̷̀͠C̶͠͞A͝Ǹ̴’̴͜Ţ̶͠͠ ̷̕҉̴̢K̢͏̷҉I̛͝҉̢̕L̶̡Ĺ̵̛͘͝ ͏҉̧͝J̵̧͞O͟͏̶̡Ỳ̨̛͡͡,̧͝͏̨͟ ̸̛͝͏J̵͘͡Ó̡̀͘Ý̷̵͝ ̸̧K̷̴I͜͠L̵̨͠L҉́͡S̶̡͢͢,̶͠͞͞͠ ̵͞B̀͟͟͠Ú͘͢͝T͏̶̢͢ ̴̛Y̡̛͜Ǫ̛͘̕U͜͞ ̴̧̀͘C҉A̶̛͜͡͝N̶͟’̵̷́͜͜T̢̡̀͞ ̶̵̧͏Ķ͘͡͠I̢̧͠͝L̸͘L̵ ̷͝͡͝J̢͏̛O̸̧̕Y҉͢”
Goofykins had stopped all at once 200 feet above Detroit, 50 horizontal feet from SPONGEBYRNE--YAAAAAH ISOSCELES TRIANGLES YALL--and there he stood midair, and amidst the air he was, and the air filled itself with color, and that color was RED, and that red was gotten.
With one giggling shifting of his floopy ears, Goofykins pointed dramatically down at SPONGEBYRNE and with that single gesture--and his raised chin-faced visagooglekins--it became truly apparent that his actions were not just a challenge and a threat, but also a promise of D00M.
The game.
Goofykins extracted a gamecube controller from thin air.
“Engyard, spongebyrne.”
The controller suddenly warped and twisted and cartoonified before becoming a sword the size of a skyscraper, but which was contained withint he space of a normal sword.
It was limitless.
Goofykins’ eyes glinted like red stars and in that instance it shifted from day...to night. “TRYEMBLE SPOGNBRYNE, Hyu’ve stopped in my domain noew and thyere is no escape whyle I styill breathe”
He brandishes his blade and then began to fall through the air, tumbling without any control at all. Yet, every so often as he spun and got tangled in his own ears and clothes, one would glimpse the red glint of his, the INEFFABLE PRISONEROR’S eyes. Indeed, it appeared that while his whole body ragdolled, his head never moved and his eyes remained locked on the interloper who dared stand beyween him and hyis prize.
After all, there was no greater insuylt than that.
