On the day of Zest's marriage, the gods gathered in the cosmos to celebrate this long-anticipated day. The grand event took place in a magnificent lobby suspended among the stars, filled with radiant decorations and cosmic splendor. Adjoining this grand lobby was a quiet, no longer amusing museum—a stark contrast to the celebration. The museum, though connected to the lobby, was almost forgotten amid the joy, its stillness echoing with the lack of visitors.
A sudden bop and metal crackling echo through it. A vent was broken, and from it appears a clown. As soon as he infiltrates, the alarms go off. He runs quickly around this long circular museum as he passes artifacts from all places and times to reach a bird cage; in it, a worm. He runs faster to collect more worms throughout the museum; he even summons his small puppets to help him. As he collects the worms, one of them falls off and goes inside another vent.
Passing more artifacts, weapons, creatures, and fossils. After a full loop amidst the buzzing alarms, he finally reached a strange vertical glass; in it, liquid. The worms sank into the liquid, which slowly changed to a bright yellow as the golden worms began to straighten, stretching from the base to the top and branching outward.
The clown orders the puppets to tangle those worms in the liquid from the base as they—
"My God... God... GOd GOOOD!!" one of the puppets kept calling their lord while he was in disgust at the scene of the nature of the worms.
"What!" he replied in a fast tone to get done before they arrive.
"What are those worms? Can I eat it?" the puppet said in a sad tone while another puppet pulled his hat and another bit their toe.
He answers them. "These are the Divine Times. Each string contains countless planets and species. Ughh, look at them branch and always growing. That's their nature. I HATE IT."
"EWWW NATURE WE HATE IT MOREE," the puppets follow and tangle it faster.
A big bang amidst the annoying alarms. The clown doesn't turn his back and continues to tangle the worms. Until he hears a voice he hates, "Our father was right after all. Everything you touch turns into a mess with your gifted mischief and wit." The clown turns his back while puppets keep tangling. He sees three figures at the main door. Two of them he hates, but one he holds dear to his heart. Even though there was a bulge in his throat, he spread out his shoulders in a proud manner and said, "Unci, stop acting mighty and pure. It is over. There is no need to be angry after all. And stop it with the papi comments. I am a result of your actions. Am I not?" There is a clear tone of provocation.
The view behind the clown changes from a tranquil cosmos, slowly swallowing each other.
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Charged becomes the uncle, and all water tanks in the museum shake. "Lies! Father's statements are not to be played with. You are a curse. Accept your truth and lay down. You ashamed us in front of the remainders of the Four Axies; DON'T YOU DARE SABOTAGE OUR FATHER'S HERITAGE. THERE IS NO WAY OUT FOR YOU THIS TIME! Your mischief won’t work on me."
Water flows towards the uncle and seeps from every possible path except the vertical glass. The clown laughs, ignoring all of what he said and solely focusing on what would irritate him, and replies, "Bitch, look around; it worked on you."
A huge ORB of water engulfs Uncle's fists. A blitz dash, leaving behind droplets of water, he flows towards the clown, whose abdominal muscles contract as he knows what will hit him. A wet uppercut that shakes the clown's ribcage sends him flying to the now chaotic outer space, breaking the museum glass. As the clown flies towards a blue planet now thousands of kilometers away from the museum in a part of a second.
He glimpses a chain forming from his puppets and extending from the museum. His puppets cling to him and stop him from collapsing into the planet.
"FUCK YOUR UNCLE, WE HATE HIM, TAKE THIS," the puppets hmph like a tsundere, but they give him his cane.
Just as soon as he rides his cane, another wet punch collides with his cheeks, sending him towards the blue planet. Just before his collapse with the vast, endless ocean, he readjusts himself just to see behind him a grand Mal tsunami.
From another view, the dolls from outer space see this blue planet; half of it turns gray, and the other half doubles in thickness.
The clown rides the surf. As he saw the victorious look on his uncle, he started to irritate him again by doing backflips. Thanks to his sharp attention, he notices a huge shadow very deep in the ocean, and just by the thought of it, a chain drops from the sky towards the depth of the ocean. His puppets lure the monster towards the surface. The uncle feels that there is something brewing even though he should feel safe because this monster was his apostle. The clown dips in the water and nears the monster Oliliths. Some things were said, and the monster changed his trajectory. Despite his huge size, his speed was not impaired as he reached the Grand Mal tsunami tip in a second, swallowing the uncle.
A few seconds was all the clown needed as he re-rides his cane and went towards the core of the chaos now forming in the cosmos due to his actions. Shape shifting into a dark, hazy planet, thinking he was safe. The uncle breaks free and goes directly to the core of the chaos as he feels his presence. He started charging another planet-sized water orb and said, "You think I wouldn't notice an outlier?" I have seen them all."
That clown reshapes himself into his supposed self-form and replies, "I bet you didn't see this." The clown dolls hype him up and say, "OH, YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT, YAYY. BYE BYE UNCI!"
The planet-sized water orb approaches the clown, but he doesn't move. He eats it. The clown and dolls laugh so hard, but his uncle is filled with anger and more anger, with a bit less grief.
"I am feeding on it now. YOUR GRIEF. THIS IS MY MOMENT AND MY PEAK. THE WHOLE WORLD IS DYING, BUT MINE IS JUST GETTING STARTED." The clown and dolls laugh so hard. The dolls follow up with, "END OF THE WORLD, YAYY. Come ON GUYS LET'S CRY FOR OUR GOD HE LOVES GRIEF." Their laughter turns into real cries.
Just before another calamity happens, one of the three figures reappears from behind the clown and says, "ZACK, I HEREBY SENTENCE YOU TO ETERNAL JUDGEMENT. GAH DAYM U." A HUGE LIGHT EMITS, CHALLENGING THE CHAOTIC CORE.
End of prologue.