I have one last story to tell. One last letter to write to KOTL before I truly leave it behind for good. Here goes.
Iniitum Teaser
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Nov 10, 2022
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Oh no.
I can sense powerful multiversal OUT-OF-REALITY BREAKING power.
nice
cool
I_The_Noobiest_Pro wrote:
i didnt ask
banned
Did you actually ban him?
yes
failing to be funny that badly is worth a ban tbh
holy shit
hitthepin is back (from a week ago?)
Initium: After the Empire
Prolouge
The man in the top hat looked around his home. The small lamp, the expensive furniture, the throw rug on the floor. He had explored nearly every corner of every universe, and yet he never found a single place that could replicate the warmth of the room he was in. This was his special place, the one corner of reality that was his and his alone.
From one of the many pockets of his three-piece suit, he withdrew a device. He studied the small, silver rod in his hands. The little, unassuming piece of metal that had saved the entirety of the multiverse, tiny enough to fit in one hand. The past, the present, the future - all of it belonged to him.
He clenched his hand into a fist. In a single motion, the timeline tracker shattered, a million silver pieces scattering across the floor. He brushed the remaining debris on his suit pants, watching the dust lazily float through the air.
The hatter turned around. There behind him stood a figure. It wasn’t particularly tall, barely having an inch or so on his own small frame. A dark cloak covered them from head to toe, a garment so black that it seemed to drain away the light around it. Their entire body was hidden in darkness due to it, save for two gloved hands at its sides.
“Hello,” it said simply. Its voice did not boom. It did not shatter reality or exert a physical force. Aside from being a little deep, it was the most ordinary voice imaginable.
Agent H tilted his sunglasses down, yet even without shades, the other person still remained unseeable in its darkness. He pushed them back up his face before clearing his throat.
“It’s you.”
“Well, yes. I suppose it is.” The figure turned slightly, looking at the framed photo on the hatter’s desk. “I must admit, out of all the things I thought you might attempt, that definitely was not one of them.”
“I can’t win,” Agent H sighed. “In every timeline, you come for me. No matter if I run, or fight, or summon every ally I have, I can’t win. You come for me, and you kill me. It’s better that I destroy that thing than let you have it.”
“And what about those sunglasses?” the figure asked. “That thing you’re wearing, that gives you the ‘power of love’. The cold, calculating Reginald chose not to destroy that, too? Surprising.”
Agent H glared at the figure for a moment before replying. “Before you kill me, I just need to know. In every version of reality I looked in, I never managed to see your face. I’m very curious, just who are you?”
“You want to know who I am?” The cloaked figure took a single step closer. “Alright. I can show you that.”
The two gloved hands reached up, carefully pulling the hood of the cloak back. The warm light from the lamp shone through the darkness, revealing the face of the figure.
Reginald Hatter’s jaw fell slack, his eyes widening. For the first and last time in his life, genuine surprise filled him.
“Oh my God.”
With unimaginable speed, the figure lunged forward, the fingers of its left hand outstretched. The knifehand thrust connected perfectly with the hatter’s throat, separating his head from the rest of his body within the blink of an eye.
A wide spray of blood spurted forth from his severed neck, spewing across the room. His head slammed against the wall, rolling along the floor before coming to rest in the corner.
As the well-dressed body collapsed, the figure flipped its hood back up, striding across the room to retrieve the sunglasses from the head. The secret agent’s eyes remained wide and disbelieving as the shades disappeared within the cloak.
Before leaving, it gave one last look at the picture. The attendees of the Underground’s heroes stood there, arm in arm, smiling as best they could given the circumstances they’d found themselves in. Gracey Ness’ younger sister, Eva. Francis Scott Key, the warrior-lawyer. Icy, the chilling leader of the criminal syndicate. The survivors of the struggle between King and Emperor, both Underground and Empire, united together for just one moment.
A few final drops of blood spurted forth, splattering the picture, as the pulse of the corpse stopped at long last. The figure lingered, looking at the bloodstained photo for a few seconds more before turning and leaving.
“See you all soon,” it chuckled.
It took a step forward, and by the time it took another, it was gone.