[The switch is now OFF]
The world went blank immediately. Judge's soft cries quickly faded into the nothingness. The void of Batter's thoughts. He was alone in a giant mass of emptiness with only himself to talk to, although curiously when he spoke he couldn't even hear himself.
"I figured... that when i pulled the switch it would all be over. I and the the rest of the world would be pure. But now here I am; alone in this infinite blank space." He wasn't sure if his eyes were even open or not so he hardly payed attention to such a useless detail. Nevertheless he tried his hardest to squint and stare for any signs of anything besides a sever lack of coloration or, frankly, creativity. After what seemed to be an eternity of floating in the abyss he could hear a faint call; a familiar one at that.
"Batter! Batter! Help me Batter!" the voice cried out. He immediately recognized it as Zacharie.
"I'm here, I'm here! I'm so lonely, Zacharie! Purifying that world was a mistake... please talk to me. Forgive me."
"Batter, please. Come now and help me! It is so lonely here. If you can hear me just call as loud as you can!"
"I'm here, I'm here! Zacharie, please! Why can't you hear me?" He began to feel tears stream down his cheeks as he cried to his lungs fullest. Suddenly the voices completely stopped and the vast blackness began to, slowly, become a more pale grey and then white. Batter looked at his hands but still saw nothing. The whiteness that had overtaken was not light but just another flat color. Batter began to feel the same pit in his stomach as he had felt when he had initially pulled the switch. "This can't be happening..." he thought to himself. Suddenly right in front of him the shape of a ghost formed. The spectre was wearing a black baseball cap and a white uniform uncannily similar to the one Batter was wearing.
Suddenly the spectre spoke in a soft yet scratchy voice saying, "Batter, Batter... look what you have become. Now you are the real threat. Not to me but to yourself. Look at yourself Batter and realize what you really are."
Suddenly a large pool of reflective plastics and metals formed in front of Batter and as he leaned forward to see his reflection he was genuinely afraid. What he saw was what he had always hoped to never become; a true monster. A visible and frightening one. In reaction he said, "I... I can't believe this. This reflection is a lie..."
"The reflection is not a lie," The spectre said, "but in fact just a reflection of what you are now. There is only one person who can fix this, Batter. You know who that person is."
"Is... is it Zacharie?"
"If that is who you think it is then, yes, it is Zacharie. I once knew Zacharie myself, actually." The spectre lightly chuckled although it wasn't like any human laugh. It was distorted and fast. Over before it could even be appreciated.
"Really? Where did you meet him? Where can I find him?"
"I knew him in what was the Smoke Mines... those are gone now. He used to have a shop in the end of the East area. Said I was his only customer. I met him again in the factories of Zone 3 and he told me all about you. I stayed in those factories inside one of the only safe rooms in that zone. The only remaining survivors are me and a pretty beat-up looking man with a white cat."
"C-cat? Is it Pablo?"
"Could be although it didn't seem quite the same. Had less relaxed eyes of a different color; blue."
"Valerie lived? So that's where he was... oh Pablo... Zacharie..." Batter sighed as a puff of black smoke dribbled into the vastness of the empty space.
"I must tell you that I'm not like any ordinary spectre, Batter. I am a spectre with a special gift. Let me show you." Suddenly a puff of black flame and a small crown appeared on the spectre's head. He said, "I can grant you one wish, Batter. But that wish is not yours to choose. If you would like I could send you back to where it all began. But all the people you met will not recognize you and all the people you saved will need to be saved again. If you promise to not bring chaos to those lands that once were than we will meet again at the end of your travels. However... If you once again destroy the living generators and kill off my kind... well, you won't be getting this second chance."
"Second chance..." The Batter whispered to himself. He looked deep in thought for several seconds before looking up, "I agree to your challenge, spectre."
"Good, good. You have much to learn this time around. Go forth on your final rounds and play the game again. However, this time your bat is justice; not hatred. Be careful how you use this chance Batter. It could cost you personally if you don't properly fulfill your task. Those that had attempted to destroy you before will seek to destroy you again and your use of compassion must be handled properly. I expect to hear from you again. Good luck, Batter."
Suddenly the world around Batter began to increase in color. The once familiar tones and shades returned. There was a huge crack and the wave of relief was so immense that he almost couldn't stand up. He had returned to the normal world although something was... different. He felt a slight charring in his throat and as he went to cough suddenly a large mass of smoke bellowed from his lungs. He looked down at his hands only to see tiny stubs of white ectoplasm and as for his feet there were none. He just hovered momentarily before he had realized what had happened. He had become a spectre.