“—call setting up shop on Ralsit, Sams. Incredibly convenient that this last session we need to take over is such a piece of cake. Not sure what went wrong here after the alpha reset, but Jim, Pantalones, and their apparent new company about to get involved, Pratibaa, seem very weak in comparison to those of the previous sessions, like. Well, you know who. ”
“agr33d. i am not att3mpting to insult your int3llig3nc3, but w3 do hav3 control of th3 R3tribution, corr3ct? i’v3 b33n out of th3 loop for a whil3 what with having to d3al with the oth3r stuff, assuming you know what i m3an.”
“Of course I do. I’m not a complete ignorant idiot. I have . . . nevermind.”
whoever this ENTITY is, they seemed NERVOUS when they said NEVERMIND.
“i know mor3 than you think i do, SBMIII. you say you ar3 trying not to insult my int3llig3nc3, but i b3li3v3 that’s just what you’r3 doing, alb3it indir3ctly. i know why you’r3 n3rvous. i would b3 too, hon3stly. but i’m not in your position, am i? if w3’r3 h3r3 to do busin3ss, th3n l3t’s do busin3ss. communication is th3 k3y to succ3ss, SBMIII.”
there is a SHORT silence. it seems the other ENTITY has not responded for about THIRTY SECONDS now. their RESPONSE sounds ANGRY when they do SPEAK, however.
“I don’t know what you know, but that’s not my issue. Power does bow down to knowledge in this game, no matter how much you know about p-Sam. You won’t be able to kill him. That session will be your downfall, even with my help. Your ego, your pride will not be able to restore what you have already lost.”
“if you r3ally b3li3v3 knowl3dg3 has no plac3 in this gam3, in this r3ality, th3n i’m not sur3 what you sp3nt so long doing in my count3rpart’s r3alm. i won’t d3ny his pow3r, but that pow3r cam3 from knowl3dg3 and i don’t know how to convinc3 you otherwis3. w3 don’t 3v3n know all of his s3cr3ts, and that’s just one p3rson.”
“Sure, whatever. We’re getting off-topic. Let’s just get this started.”
“if you wish.”
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chapter four, part one.
A sudden wave of feeling, of thing encases the island of which Pantalones, Jim, and SBMIII are on.
“woah did you feel that, jim?”
“Yeah, like a . . . I don’t know, actually. As if something had begun. Just, happened.”
A figure is running towards them at full speed. And behind them, a portal—an oval-shaped rift in the air, the other side blocked by the figure. The person is rather odd looking: they have vivid darkish blue hair, a top hat with a vibrant red bow, a black suit, black sweatpants, and black shoes. Lots of black, as if they don’t want to be seen. Ironic.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
“This is prob4bly going to sound stupid 4nd cliched, but there re4lly isn’t much time to expl4in wh4t’s going on right now. You’ve got to come with me is 4ll.” the person says.
“uh what”
“What he said. And by that I mean Pantalones . . . if that wasn’t obvious.”
A bead of sweat appears on this unknown person’s forehead, reeling down to the base of their nose as they think about what they’ll say ne—
“Ple4se shut up, n4rr4tor. If you h4ve 4ny idea wh4t’s going on, which you don’t, then you’ll ple4se shut up. Which is to s4y you’re not going to 4nyw4y, so wh4tever.”
God damn, first SBMIII and now this rando. Just doing my job, whoever you are.
“Gre4t, but guess wh4t? I don’t fucking c4re! Now—”
The island shakes, rumbles, etc. It’s an earthquake, assumedly.
“Will you come with me now?”
Jim looks at Pantalones, and Pantalones looks at Jim. Immediate understanding comes about their eyes, and they both say in unison:
“Let’s go./lets go”
The person nods, and starts to run back in the direction of the portal, sprinting as fast as they can. Jim follows, while Pantalones transforms back into khaki pants with wings, and flies after the person, at a rate much faster than Jim can run. He flies through the portal, right as the person sprints through. Jim is behind by about 10 feet, however.
“jim, come on! run faster!”
“I’m trying, but the damn flamethrower arm is weighing me down!” he yells.
Jim is only a few feet behind the portal when the ground abruptly shakes suddenly, a more powerful shake than those before. He stumbles, and the ground begins to crack in-between where the portal is, and where Jim is. After just a few seconds, he realizes he has to jump. But his flamethrower arm is stuck in a large crevice the island seems to have wanted him to get stuck in.
“Fuck! Help! My arm is stuck!”
Pantalones jumps out of the portal to help, but the person pulls him back in.
“what the hell? i need to get him out!”
“The port4l is going to close in just a few seconds. We’ll come b4ck for him l4ter, I promise.” the person says.
“there’s not going to be a fucking later if we don’t get him out!!”
“There will be, no m4tter wh4t. Ple4se, just believe me. Ple4se.” the person replies, becoming more frantic by the second.
Pantalones and the person share a look. Pantalones runs back into the portal, and it closes. Jim stands there, in the middle of the island, still stuck. He finally gets his flamethrower arm out, but at that point it’s too late to do anything of interest. The part of the island he’s standing on has been isolated from everything else, and the rumbling stops. He can’t do anything but stand, for if he takes more than a couple of steps, he will fall to his demise.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
A faint white sphere of light appears above his head. Like a little black hole, except, well. White. And then . . . holy shit . . . what the fuck??? I . . . Holy.
Some say sight is a blessing. But at times like these, words can’t express how much of a curse it is. But it’s my duty.
An entity appeared over Jim’s head, with what looks like a broadsword. Oddly enough, the entity looks just like person from the portal, although with a much more . . . concerning look, we’ll say. And red eyes, opposed to the deep brown of the other person. They say,
“it’s tim3 for you to go, jim. you had a good run, if that can b3 said.”
They smile a psychopathic smile, and the rapier descends.