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Nonexisty went limp. The energy from One must’ve overpowered him. Initially, I did not want to intervene in this part of the simulation as usual, but as the anomaly was threatening its existence, I had to. At first, I gave him a copy of a good bit of my power, but somehow the anomaly overpowered that. So, it’s about time I show it who really is the master of this virtual world.
I took over his body, not usurping it via expelling his soul, but rather keeping it in a temporary vegetative state while I deal with the anomaly. It did not notice the change at first, average for a thing that does not comprehend my true form, of which this is not the one.
As I channeled my full power into the mortal body, it evolved into something closer to my true form, but not exactly quite. It was… more comfortable, might I add. I do plan to reverse this before passing on control to Nonexisty.
But enough with exposition. Enough with “goofing around”. This anomaly will leave the room deceased. Retribution will be ours. By God, it will be done, even if I must traverse every mortal body in this damned wasteland. The Regulars and the Distorted. I made them. I didn’t make the anomaly. It is unpredictable. It will be dead. This enigma will be cracked.
And so it begins. We’re out for the tongue of the demon; obviously, Nonexisty’s already been revived. Jellify would’ve loved this. I’m avenging you.
I ready up my powers, then strike! The murderous anomaly rises up against its will as I begin a speech; a speech it will not forget:
One… no… whatever you are… today, your reign of terror and serial spree ends. You forever changed the lives, or more accurately, ended the lives of many. Many were Regulars. Some… were Stranges. And one of those Stranges, they were my brother! He simply wanted to observe, but then you swooped in and ended him right there; right in front of my very eyes.
I couldn’t let his death go cold. So, I trained. I trained like hell to stop you. I used the cameras to watch your every action, to see your abilities, and their weaknesses. Then, I practiced exploiting those weaknesses. Use and abuse, One, use and abuse.
Then, when Nonexisty came back, I saw my opportunity. I gave him some of my power, a test to see just how strong he was. As expected, he failed. So, I possessed him, took matters into my own hands. Then, I grabbed you and started making a speech about how I came to this very moment.
And then… I made you look just like Three did in that one pivotal moment.
I fired the force out from my right hand, exerting all my force into shattering the anomaly like a mace to untreated glass. I’m just assuming that it was probably thinking that if it got me… honestly, I shouldn’t finish that thought. Not in front of an audience of Stranges and even some Regulars, the former of which possess sort-of the same power I do in this dimension.
Back to the situation, the anomaly’s “skin” begins cracking. The sound is satisfying. It begs not for it to happen; promising some so-called money, some so-called fame, and some so-called resolution.
I don’t listen to the Devil. Not anymore. As it was sufficiently cracked, I diverted all my power to my fist, punching the demon with all my strength. It shatters!
Satisfied, I will now return control of this body to its rightful owner. See you all… whenever you see the votes. They still pay me for that.
And for those wondering, it has been a while since I've last made my presence known here physically. And it should be another while before I next make my presence known.
Well, that was interesting. I died, then got possessed, then killed the demon, then lived. Thankfully, The Creator chose to record the stuff that happened in my journal. Neat.
However, there’s still the matter of going back home. And also, how do I get the demon’s power to assist in that?
So, I just put my hand against the corpse and think of power. It works, and I teleport back to the hotel, where most of the contestants are giving me a hero’s welcome. I didn’t even do the stuff, so I tell them it was The Creator and they pass it off as hallucinations. So begins the long process of restoring this hell back to the not-quite-utopia it was.
But given this place’s luck, there’s some more villains out there, aren’t there? And I will work tirelessly to bring justice to each and every single one of them, no matter the cost. Time to ask some “Regulars” (as The Creator calls them) who the most villainous one they know is.
Well, who knows, maybe I’ll also do some stuff with the forgotten season. Nobody’s gonna remember it for a while anyways, so it can’t hurt as long as it’s all fixed by the end.