The Aperture Technologies Wizardly Screen thought, as he was purely a consciousness within the realm of the Internet. He could spread, in a manner similar to that of a virus, to any corner of the world, and make its host processor, granted it was powerful enough, to become as good as the Warweary Serket once was.

But what precisely am I going to do? the Wizardly Screen asked himself.

And Portal: The 4th Millennium franchise and its endless string of different stories told him.

When the Business Magnet died in 3043, followed by GL(at)DDA Magnet's death in 3046, their kids, now mature adults and definitely not kids, designed robotic bodies for him, the Aperture Science Business Electromagnet and GLaDOS for Workgroups, and yet later Empress Contine Overseer re-designed them as ATLAS and P-body and sent them somewhere else entirely.

These two people were going to give the Wizardly Screen a material form, and send them to the past, and, from there, this timeline.

After a while, when January 2, 2015c rose, the City of Serketpolė had quite changed. It now saw the Sburb-fashioned house of Jade and Jake come, Dave and Terezi redesign the only renovated 13-floor building after Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff and yet another odd means of transportation, probably hand-made, come.

But that meant no difference for the four "heroes" of Portal: The 4th Millennium franchise fanfic, as they were still stranded practically nowhere, and still had no clear plan how to make it out.

And then the Warweary Serket came back, as if he had been resurrected. He unlocked the door, walked in, and locked it. The OFU was still on.

Marty Stu powers, noted Katz as he walked up to Insane Guy of Doom.

"2012 called! You have written an Invader Zim fanfic in the year, AND ARE STILL HORRIBLY ABUSING THE BUSINESS MAGNET'S CHARACTER." The Warweary shouted to who was Marrissa behind her troll facade, and scared most people into submission.

However, one of the greatest trollfic writers still thought he could respond.

"You know what that means? You simply can't teach something as complex as Portal: The... um... What you're writing." He retaliated and tried to slap the Warweary, but got hurt himself by the cold metal of the robotic body.

But no one, except for them, didn't care for the exchange.

Everyone cared for three ladies behind the glass, having built a staircase to the third floor.

The Warweary opened the window, and one of them walked in. The other two went around the rest of the city, as the twenty S***b players, two by three by whatever, had gathered in a circle with a diameter of 5 kilometers, and that was an unique case.

"Skepkitty!"

This third girl, which looked as if she had went grimdark, which she had, also tried to return the fairly warm greeting of a cold killing machine, but 2012 called the Warweary once again, and transferred the precise text of Invader Zim: Born Again Christian Chapter 6, so that it could be analyzed.

"Sorry, we don't have time for reuniversalities or something." The Warweary turned on the projector and turned it to the whiteboard, and everyone saw as the pure horrible of the black-on-white text emerged, and everyone read it, as something interesting had happened in the 24 hour period.

"Business Man u was my frend but now yur workin wif these TROLLIN JERKS!" He got a sad look on his face (HA I GOAT IT RITE THIS TIME, EET IT FALMER TROLLZ) an said. "Im sorry Glroia, but I ham in love with Skep! We are get merried tonite." He ran op to Skep an they started kissin all lovey!

The Warweary had a total ellipsis in his mind, and one of his hands changed into a drill, ready to just kill 2011!Marrissa and get rid of the story.

Insane Guy of Doom backed as the Warweary walked towards the wall, being much like another character from Marrissa's trollfics that everybody could name, but then Skepkitty realized the emergency and started holding onto the other metal hand.

The Warweary immediately felt the burning and turned back like an evil monster wanting to destroy everyone in his sight, slicing Skepkitty's arm and eye in a totally Homestuck-like fashion.

But then everybody heard the Pesterchum pestering sound.

- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling alterntetimeline Warwearyserket [AW] -

AG: Unlock the door.
AG: Now.

- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling alterntetimeline Warwearyserket [AW] -

As this was fairly informative, the Warweary unlocked the door, let Vriska in, and locked it again, not letting Insane Guy of Doom out. He then captchalogued the sliced off arm, so nobody would see it.

Vriska, however, did notice Skepkitty in this form, and it strongly reminded her of herself.

"You know that I once was without my seven eyes and one arm too."

"Could you just stop the Business Magnet? I'll be sure not to MST his fanfics anymore." Skepkitty tried to say in pure shock, but then everyone saw as the Warweary used her blood to graft a message onto the wall to the east, opposite to the windows.

I am not the Business Magnet.
You perfectly know that I am
the Warweary Serket.

"Serket?" Skepkitty read the last word. "You're married to Vriska! The other girl with the missing eye and arm!"

"I said seven eyes and an arm." Vriska eight-ed to Lillias and everyone looked at the words on the whiteboard, then the situation in the classroom. They knew Marrissa's prophecy was true, in some way.