He couldn't believe how easily every piece had fallen into place. He couldn't believe how well everything had worked out in his favor. But it did. And boy, did it feel so damn good.
Years and years of dwelling within the shadows. Years of planning. Plotting. Allowing the hatred to fester within, yet keeping it in check as to not go too ballistic and letting all the dominoes fall too early and ruin everything. It all led up to this. All were going according to keikaku.
Just an hour ago, the Magic High Commission had perished. Magic and the fabric of Multiverse were on the line. And existence had him to thank for it.
Sure, that wretched old goat revived everyone after victory seemed to be at hand, but it did very little to impede his path to victory.
In fact, his valiant efforts were all for naught. Lekmet, in his foolish attempts to salvage the situation, was reduced to a pile of dust, and everyone still perished. Everyone except for Queen Moon Butterfly, who managed to slip through the cracks and narrowly escape her demise. To live and breathe to futilely fight another day.
But no matter. The Commission's magical essences were now literally at the palm of his hand. What could stand in his way now that he essentially had all the strength and magical prowess of four of the most powerful sorcerers in existence?
Toffee vowed to Moon that he would get his finger back as soon as he could. But now that he had all this power, there was something else he wanted to try. A little deviation of the greater scheme. Something that could achieve his goals much easier, without the need to bring further bloodshed. It would've made jumping through all of these physical, mental, and spiritual flaming hoops worth it.
After shattering the crystal that restrained his diminutive lower body, Toffee made the conscious decision to fly himself to the peak of the nearest mountain. He needed a place that would keep him away from civilization, in order to reach the very tip of concentration for what he was about to do.
The perfect spot. No living being could reach this place and disturb him. Not even a bird. Well, except for him, of course. The many moons of Mewni washed its soft luminescence over his tiny body. The chill, late night winds briskly brushed against his feathers and served as the only noise in the vicinity.
He sat in a meditative position with his stubby legs crossed, his arms splayed out in opposite directions, and his eyes clenched shut. He inhaled. Then exhaled. Then inhaled. Then exhaled. His rhythmic breathing was the only thing in his focus as he peered into endless darkness.
And there he was. Omnitraxis Prime, the master of Space-Time appeared hovering before his blackened vision. However, he looked rather different from before. Rather than a giant with a very wide body type, he was more normal-sized and muscular. His once cartoonishly wide skull more resembled that of a Mewman's. The body itself, however, still looked as if it was made entirely of the Cosmos.
The former Commission member slowly floated towards Toffee, and reached out a hand. The meditating avian reached out his half-crystal covered right hand in response.
Light began pouring from between them as they made contact. Toffee's vision went from pitch black to blinding white.
After a few seconds of blank white nothingness, the sinister lizard wizard found himself floating in endless space. Endless space filled with countless large, levitating crystals. Crystals that served as windows to alternate universes.
Yes, he thought. He was overjoyed, much so that his soul would jump out of Ludo's body had he not composed himself seconds later.
He focused hard. Focused on the events that acted as the catalyst that pushed him to these lengths. In a flash, every crystal within the vicinity began playing a series of images. A montage of injustice. Injustice being dealt upon his people. Not just the Septarians, but the Monsters.
And then that battle with her.
From all the hundreds of crystals that met Toffee's eyes, all of them played out invariably the same. Not even the slightest deviation of events whatsoever.
No, there can't be, he internally seethed. How is everything the same no matter what?
Indeed they were. The only differences were merely aesthetic. The monsters depicted in the varying crystals had different races, color schemes, ages or clothes. Or sometimes they weren't even monsters at all, but their identities were still recognizable. He saw that some became cat people, or rock people, or...sentient tables? For some reason, Toffee had a strong urge to extinguish that universe had he possessed the power to do so.
"If you're looking for a universe with a better fate for the Monsters, don't bother," Omnitraxis spoke up, solemnly. Toffee turned around to see the cosmic entity hovering close behind him, the expression on his skull face neutral.
"What!?" The possessed kappa fumed, his face twisted into a vortex of fury.
"I have peered into the very depths of infinity, and I can tell you with two hundred percent certainty, that there is no salvation for your people. Such is fate,"
Toffee's emotions rose to a scalding boil. Why. Why? WHY!? Why do the corruption of these deplorable Mewmans, regardless of their form, remain unchanged and unjustified? Why has fate dealt the worst hand to his people no matter what universe, no matter what existence, no matter what? What have they done to deserve this? Is their crime merely living the life they want? Or existing? Do they only live to struggle to survive, starve, fight, kill, die, conform, sicken, isolate, lose, lament, and all around serve as victims beneath the dirty boots of the Mewmans? Why them? Why?
"If you're so inclined, there is a way to change... all of this," Omnitraxis said, as if listening to Toffee's heated introspection. The wizard raised an eyebrow, his interest suddenly aroused.
Taking his expression as a signal to elaborate, the lord of space-time continued, "Almost no one alive knows this, but there lies an item, two of a set actually, that when used to their maximum potential, can change fate. Change universes. All of them at once."
"Mm-hmm...?" Toffee simply responded. But deep in his heart, he was ecstatic. Invigorated even. He felt something that he hadn't felt in what seemed like eons. Hope.
"They are called the God Hand and Devil Hand. A closely guarded secret of the Multiverse that only exist in the Base Universe. Our Universe. Each protected for ages upon eons by the Butterfly Family and The Lucitor family, respectively."
"What are they exactly?" Toffee asked, curiously. As much as he wanted to immediately reduce both Kingdoms to rubble to get his tiny mitts on the both of them, he had to squeeze every bit of information about this new development. For all he knew, using them could erase him from existence or something.
"Quite literally, they're severed arms that exude and provide tremendous power. Or at least, used to. Long periods without use causes their accumulated power to diminish over time. In order to fully utilize them to their utmost potential, they must gradually gain power along with whoever manages to attain them. To do that, the user must participate in an abundance of arduous combat as well as overcome a series of physical, emotional, spiritual, and personal trials that result in their advancement and evolution as a person. Once they themselves have reached their max potential, so will the Hands. Alternatively, should the user have already reached the peak of their character, the Hands will immediately adapt themselves to reflect that,"
"So I just get these Hands and I can change... everything?" Toffee's voice was low and quivering.
"Yes. But not with the vessel you currently inhabit. While you have indeed absorbed quite a bit of magical energy from Queen Moon, myself and the rest of my fellow Commission members, the power of either or both could prove far too much for your small frame to handle. A matter of too many eggs in one basket, if you will. Besides, you have to severe your own hands to use them, and with half of the Royal Wand's crystal stuck to your hand, I doubt you would want to go through with that,"
This was it. This is the reason he fights. This is where everything he's done has led up to. A hope to make a change. To make things better for his people. For everyone. Diplomacy didn't work. Peace definitely didn't work. The one person he thought was different from the rest quickly turned against him. The only thing that mattered now was achieving pure, untamed power. To bend the Multiverse to his whims. If he has to take away a few lives or ruin them, then so be it. A necessary evil to use as a means to end evil altogether.
Toffee's ruminations abruptly ended when he felt something sharply bump into him. Someone's body? Who else could be here?
"Oh, pardon m-" The other person peered down to flash a shocked expression towards the floating bird who responded by shooting back the same expression. Then he looked at the cosmic entity behind said bird, his baffled visage unchanged.
"Umm..." Toffee was taken aback by the out-of-nowhere arrival of this strange man. He was a rather tall, fair-skinned, fair-faced fellow with a muscular build who donned an all-pink jacket and slacks ensemble with a pair of silver meshed gloves. He had long blonde hair that flowed to his shoulders and ended in large, thick curls. Behind him hovered what appears to be another...man? Maybe? Who looked as if he was covered head to toe in sky blue armor (?) with a few parts of it in pink. He had two protrusions standing tall upon his helmet (?) that gave him the appearance of a rabbit.
"Another Stand that could travel dimensions... impossible. And its user is a bird of some sort, no less." The stranger contemplated, rubbing his chin and scanning Omnitraxis from head to toe. After a few moments, his face softened. "Bah, I have no quarrel with you. As strange as this meeting must be for us, I must bid you farewell. My country needs me."
"Wait!" Omnitraxis cried out, stopping the man before he could levitate any further. He stopped and turned around. Intrigue deepened in his face.
"Your Stand can travel dimensions and possesses sentience? Interesting. Very interesting." A mischievous smile curved at his lips. "How would you like to help me with some matters I'm attending to? Surely I might have something you would want. I'm the President of the United States after all."
President? Of the United States? To Toffee's knowledge, that is a country of the Earth dimension, where Princess Butterfly and her roommate currently reside in. And this stranger standing before them holds the highest position of said country. But he can't be the President. The current President is a portly rich fellow with small hands who throws temper tantrums on social media. This man seems far more capable of running a country than he is. Especially if he has the ability to travel between universes.
"You rule over America?" Toffee asks, skepticism laced in his voice. He paid no mind to his tempting offer.
"America? Oh, I see. Your universe still calls it that. In the universe I hail from, my country was renamed the United States of Valentine. That means your universe is not the Base Universe I seek."
"Yes it is!" Omnitraxis angrily piped up,. "Ours is the only one that possesses the God Hands!"
"God Hands?" the man curiously asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the source of unparalleled power for your Universe? Mine are the Parts of the Holy Corpse. The items I must retrieve in order to bring everlasting prosperity to my country."
"Corpse parts?" Now it was Toffee's turn to be interested. Never has anyone in his countless years of life ever intrigued him to this degree much like this weirdo floating with him in the endless recesses of the Multiverse.
Since each of them now had the insatiable desire to learn about the other, what followed was an extended series of discussions that lasted for ages. They both spoke of who they were, their backgrounds, what goals and ambitions they wished to pursue, and their ideals. They informed one another of their respective universes and how things worked there. The man whose name turned out to be Funny Valentine explained the concept of Stands from his universe and Toffee, in turn, explained the inner workings of magic. While there was a bit of confusion on either end, things were clarified shortly after. At some point one wished to possessed the abilities of the other, but ultimately decided to accept the extraordinary abilities they already had.
They talked about their current situations and how they're planning to resolve them. They heatedly discussed the pains in their asses that obstructed their paths and crassly insulted them, to which they shared several hearty laughs. Over the course of their conversation, the two came to respect one another for their drive, their intellect, and their ardent desire to make changes and bring perpetual peace and prosperity for their respective Universes.
"Use evil to end evil. At last, a kindred spirit," Valentine amiably spoke, pouring himself another cup of tea and puffing a cigar. At some point, their conversation went on for so long, the man went into a random dimension and snatched himself a table, a luxurious tea set, some tea, biscuits, and a pack of cigars. He gave some of the cigars to the possessed avian as a token of peace.
"Picking up the first napkin... do and others will follow. What a poignant analogy." Toffee admired, taking a bite out of a biscuit, followed by a smoking puff of his own.
"It seems even as former soldiers, the war continues for the both of us." Valentine said, resting his chin on his hands and pensively gazing at the tired visage reflected on his tea. The numerous scars on his back pulsed painfully. "Just when you think your service has ended and your mind can be at peace, fate finds a way to drag you back in,"
"Back to all the murder. The heartache. The horrors." Toffee sullenly added, putting down his half-eaten biscuit. His appetite was gone. He took another somber puff of his cigar.
"But that's what it takes, right?" Valentine perked up. Conviction stuck hard to his face. "To suffer and to lose? To endure the bloody horror of your actions for the greater good? While I myself have been through quite the harrowing ordeals during my service in the army, I believe it pales in comparison to what you've been through, Toffee. Having your trust betrayed by someone you held such high regard for, only for them to turn around and stab you in the back, and reaffirming the status quo of maintaining generations of suffering to your people. It's sickening. It's no different from the Slavery I fought so hard to utterly abolish after I achieved Presidency."
"I..." Toffee sniffled. A small semblance of a tear slid down his beak. His voice shivered as he spoke. "Thank you, Mr. President. I don't believe I've ever fully discussed this with anyone before. It's rather...liberating, to say the least."
"Disregard the formalities. Call me Valentine." He affably mentioned, dismissively waving his gray-gloved hand. "You have earned my empathy, my admiration and subsequently, my friendship. It is abundantly clear to me that your heart and actions, much like mine, are utterly unclouded. They are those of justice."
For once during this entire campaign, Toffee felt his emotions get the better of him. His longtime facade of absolute calm and composure fell apart. All because of this unknown traveler he just met not too long ago. He hasn't bared himself like this to anyone since...Moon. And even then, she eventually tossed away their relationship like rubbish, closing his heart from anyone else for good.
"It is rather depressing that your plight is a constant throughout every other Universe including your own." Valentine soberly pointed out. "If I had the Holy Corpse in full, I would be more than happy lend its power to you in order to help achieve your righteous goals. However, it seems as though you have your own method of doing so. In the form of the Hands you spoke of. You said you are unable to travel into other Universes, correct?"
"That's right," Omnitraxis strongly affirmed. "We can only see what goes on in them and how they differ from ours."
"That is unfortunate." Valentine looked deep in thought. "However, you are aware of what happens if you make contact with your counterpart in another universe, right?"
Omnitraxis remained silent, but he slowly and gravely nodded.
"What? What happens?" Toffee excitedly asked, his blank white eyes wild.
"If you are unfortunate enough to touch an alternate version of yourself," Valentine's tone turned deathly serious. "Your presences will cancel each other out and you will painfully implode into one another, causing both or more of you to cease existing. This applies to inanimate objects as well as erm, body parts you wish to reattach."
Toffee gulped. Just when he thought he had found himself some helpful shortcuts to his goal, all those ideas were swiftly dashed with this painful slap of reality.
"Considering that my Base Universe is the only one where my D4C exists," Valentine explained, pointing to his... Stand he calls it, as it appeared in a flash behind him. "I am immune to such an effect. I tell you this now in order to deter any ideas of bringing an alternate universe version of yourself to assist in your endeavors or finding another finger to make you whole again. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I ended the life of such a respectable figure."
"And you didn't bother to tell me even after you told me everything else?" Toffee directed his annoyance at Omnitraxis.
"Didn't feel the need to," The cosmic entity shrugged. "We can't even go into alternate universes anyways. And I would've told you if you ever found a way to do that, though."
"Well, it seems that I have. But..." Toffee's face returned to his new ally. "He has his own issues to resolve."
"Indeed I do," Valentine nodded in agreement, "However, should you feel the need to call upon me for assistance, I will be more than happy to help rid you of any obstacles in your path, if under convenient conditions. You'll possibly find me traveling to and from different Universes. If not, well you have your own power to rely on, surely."
"Thank you, Funny Valentine. I wish we could work in tandem with one another to achieve our goals, but it seems as though our duties beckon us to different paths. Paths that may never overlap as often as we'd like to."
"The feeling is mutual." The President responded, with a glistening smile. "While you're making your valiant efforts to change your world, I need you to do one thing for me. Just one."
"Anything, my friend. Just name it."
"In addition to putting a halt to the injustices brought to your people, I also need you to bring an end to the very concept of Monarchy. Burn it to the ground. Stomp on it until it no longer occupies space in anyone's mind."
Toffee arched an eyebrow in confusion. End Monarchy? That was how the every kingdom of Mewni operated, though. What other form of government is there? Democracy? An idea that is more prevalent in Earth countries like America? He wasn't sure if the general public was ready for such a change. It was already difficult enough to even change how they perceived monsters.
"I'm... not sure if I could." Toffee meekly doubted, uncertain whether he should bring such a huge shift in politics in addition to the Monster revolution he was already planning on. Even before its eventual fading into obscurity, the Septarian Kingdom also adhered to this idea. "Why do you think this is necessary?"
"From what you've told me," Valentine elaborated, taking another puff. "It seems that your country of... Mewni, you said it was called? Functioned under a Monarchy, backed by a large-scale feudalistic system, run by the Butterfly family. However, there are also other kingdoms within that sovereignty that run on Monarchies of their own, but still under rule of that specific Family. But for the longest time, none of those kingdoms have ever had candidates from their region to run Mewni proper. It was always the Butterflies, correct?"
"Yes. What are you getting at?" Toffee responded, craving more information. Despite the fact that he himself wanted change, the thought of government and politics never occurred to him once.
"And therein lies the core of the problem, my friend." Valentine pointed a finger skywards to emphasize his point. "Leadership was never chosen. Just handed down. That is an idea that should be abhorred, not embraced. While I understand Mewni itself is behind in certain technology and concepts, I believe you have the power to advance the country even further and change all that.
As much as some would disagree, you are not an evil being. You were merely thrust into ill-fated circumstances that forced you to adapt and overcome through sheer force of will and various questionable, but justified means. I believe you can make things right in more ways than one. Don't just change the way you and your people are treated and seen. Change the way people think and approach life in general. Make your future constituents improve in both mind and body. Because that, my dear Toffee, is evolution."
"Constituents?" This was a word he's never heard before. It lingered in his mind and on his tongue, but couldn't settle unless he knew more. Omnitraxis was also a bit confounded, but he never really lived under a nation to learn about politics and the like. He just spent all of his days making sure the Multiverse was in order.
"Voters! I'm talking about bringing Democracy to your fair Kingdom. No... turn that Kingdom into a nation united beneath one flag! Unify the various civilizations into one glorious Sovereignty. For you see, my friend, power and justice ultimately belongs to the people. Specifically, those who exhibit solid, unyielding aspects of authority and craft. It is valiantly earned, not effortlessly given! Through strength and quality, not nepotism and inheritance! Used with the intent to benefit the lands and citizens you preside over, not out of familial obligation to people you could care less about!
Toffee, your nation may have lasted this long, but how much longer until the system eventually crumbles into itself? In my Universe, Monarchy has always ended in ruin, which led to a long-running rebellion that built the foundations of my country. That's why certain empires like Britain have either fallen into obscurity or changed their way of government altogether. We must give voice to those who currently have none!"
That peasant you see sitting on the gutter today may be the next bringer of peace and prosperity tomorrow! It's all a matter of taking chances and letting those with the ambitions to prove themselves to do just that! And if they fail, then so be it. Better to have given the chance to those with convictions and principles of their own than passing it along it to someone who's only in it by someone else's volition and blindly following values they never cared about nor wish to further understand. Namely, your Star Butterfly."
Toffee always thought he knew everything there was to know about what was best for the Kingdom of Mewni and its people. But here he was, having his eyes pried wide open and his mind expanded. By a human, no less. One who may lack the capacity for magic but possessed something special of his own that he lacked. This was the 2nd human to have ever made him learn and agree with. The first was Friederich Nietzsche, through his book that spoke of the concept of Eternal Recurrence. Toffee never learned if he had written more books. He just read that particular one since it deeply resonated within him. Much like this lecture being given by a man named Funny Valentine.
"You're right... you're absolutely right!" And thus, the red pill has been thoroughly swallowed. "I need to bring about a nation where people think and act for themselves! For what they believe is right. Not for someone else's definition of right! To fight their own battles. For their own destinies. A nation where the law suits the individual, not the other way around! I need to expand the minds of the masses and bring a wealth of knowledge and values that carry over to the next generation! Not just for my people, but for everyone! And thus the nation will survive and thrive for eternities to come."
"Precisely!" Valentine loudly affirmed, sharply pointing a finger at his buddy. "You are a prime example of this philosophy, Toffee! You're making great strides in taking back your life after a drought of despair and betrayal without letting it get the better of you! With your own two hands! Following your own set of rules! Using methods you see fit regardless of what others think of you. You kept going despite all the odds stacked against you and continued to fight and survive to this day. Now it's time to inspire those to do the same! Your campaign of true justice has only just begun."
"But..." Toffee thought for a moment. "First and foremost, I need to be rid of the Butterfly Family... snuff out their bloodline before true progress can begin. Execute all who stand by them as well. Fill the power vacuum with more capable individuals."
"So desu ne," Valentine shrugged, understanding the need to do necessitate whatever action for the sake of the greater good. "Morality should never play a part if the ends justify the means. Revolutions and the changes that follow are never without bloodshed and suffering, my friend. My country's history is proof of that."
"Valentine..." Toffee's voice cracked slightly. He began feeling tears well up inside him. "How can I ever repay you for enlightening me on this day? For being the friend I never thought I needed for so long?"
"I've already told you," The President sincerely spoke, his blue eyes shimmering in the dark reaches of the Multiverse. "Succeed in your endeavors to change your country for the better. Knowing that I've inspired someone to seize their destiny with their own hands and carve a path to prosperity for the future, is a reward in and of itself,"
In the blink of an eye, Valentine's torso was impacted by the embracing body of Ludo, possessed by Toffee. He openly wept. All the pain and suffering he forced himself to repress came flooding out of him in that very moment. At first, the President was disturbed. Downright disgusted even. He didn't care for personal contact such as this, preferring to keep a professional distance even with those he personally worked with. But with no other options in site, he resorted to merely patting the little bird creature on the head as his suit was stained with the tears of an other-worldly being.
"There, there. It is alright," His voice lowered, sounding more fatherly than anything else. "No matter how long you've lived or how much you've endured, there is no shame in expressing grief. You may be some strange bird creature from another dimension, but you are the most human soul I have ever met. You remind me of my father."
After what seemed like several minutes, Toffee finally removed himself from Valentine's torso. Some stray tears still stuck to his face, and a bit of snot hung from his nose.
"Here," The President said, pulling out a plain white handkerchief out of his breast pocket. The letters F and V were sewn on one of the edges. "This was given to me by my father, who cherished it greatly. The lengths he put himself through to keep it is a tale for another day. The history behind it gives it much more value than you'd initially think."
Toffee promptly took the handkerchief in his hand and proceeded to wipe his face with it, then loudly blew his nose against it. He handed the now tear and mucus-covered sheet back to Valentine, who deftly folded it and slipped it back into his suit pocket as if it was as pristine as when he first removed it.
"Thank you. I really needed that," Toffee spoke, somewhat embarrassed at his own emotional outbreak. "And I'm sorry about your father. Such an end doesn't befit a brave soldier such as he."
"Do not fret, you're an ally to the States and to me," The President responded, dismissively waving his hand.
"Now then," Toffee announced, steadily returning to his usual calm and collected demeanor. He extended his left hand to his new friend. "May the next time we cross paths result in a celebration of our respective victories. I sincerely hope you retrieve all the Holy Corpse parts and rid yourself of that wretched Johnny Joestar and his friend, Gyro Zeppelli,"
"Likewise," Valentine reciprocated, reaching his hand out to shake Toffee's, "And I look forward to being regaled with the tale of how you regained your true body, retrieved the Hands, and eliminated Star Butterfly, her entire family, and her lover, Marco Diaz,"
"Farewell," They spoke in unison as their paths began to deviate in opposite directions.
Could this day get any better? Not only did Toffee rid of himself of the Magic High Commission and absorbed his power, but he figured out a way to make his plans and ambitions come to fruition. The icing on the cake was that he made a new Inter-universal friend. One that listened to and understood his plight better than anyone he's ever met or known. A friend he was absolutely sure would never betray him. One who gave him an ever greater drive and even greater ideas to make the changes he needed to make the Multiverse better for himself, his people, and everyone in the future. Now he just needs to get the ball rolling.
"Toffee," The President called out. The bird stopped dead in his tracks as he was being addressed. "One more thing I should mention."
"Yes?"
"Listen," The friendliness in his voice and attitude was no longer present. Instead it harbored grave enmity and determination. "I know what you're setting out to do will end up altering all worlds of existence as we know it. In order to accomplish that, you must attain power that goes far beyond the limits of comprehension. Power changes people, Toffee. Whether for better or worse. If left untamed, it can lead one to rash decisions they didn't initially intend to make. Do you see what I'm getting at?"
The possessed avian thought long and hard for a few moments. At first he wasn't getting the implication, but then with a loud and elongated, "Oohhh," the gears in his head started turning.
"Yes. You told me that you forced Star to destroy her own Wand, at the cost of the lives of some of the monster henchmen that you usurped from... your vessel. Lives that put their trust in you after their old employer failed them. I would just like to make myself clear that while I wholeheartedly value our newly established friendship, I value the well-being of my country exceedingly more. Should me, my country, or her people end up in your warpath, I will not even consider hesitating to come to their aid and kill you myself. Do you understand?"
Toffee's composure faltered just a smidgen. He was taken aback by the sudden hostility from his new bestie, but he understood his sentiment. He would probably do the same thing if his future society was being threatened.
Actually, why was he visibly affected by his threat? He was a human, after all. Devoid of any strength or magical prowess that could even come close to matching his.
But it wasn't a matter of power levels or combat ability. If Valentine so desired, he could kill Toffee in one quick motion. He could do so without even giving it a single thought.
It was as easy as introducing him to another version of himself.
"I swear by my honor as Septarian Royalty and my life that no harm will come to even a grain of soil to your country or its people. You have my honest and unaltered word. I would not even dream of tampering with our priceless friendship," Toffee swore, holding his right hand to his chest and giving a courteous bow.
"Well put," Valentine responded, his smile and optimism returning. "With that, I bid you, once again, arrivederci,"
And with that the 23rd President of the United States of Valentine signed off and disappeared among the sea of floating crystals and empty subspace. Toffee and Omnitraxis were all that was left.
"Man, that guy's scary when he wants to be," Spoke the cosmic being, shuddering slightly. "Kinda Funny how we met the President, huh?"
Ignoring his annoying attempt at humor, Toffee responded, "Understandably so. But regardless, it seems our partnership was one that was meant to be. Perhaps it was fate that united us both."
"Or gravity," Omnitraxis added.
Toffee looked back at his companion, arching an eyebrow in puzzlement.
"What?" the ephemeral entity shot back, wondering what the deal was. "Don't you believe in gravity?"
A/N: For those astute viewers who might have some questions and concerns, let me reply to them before you even express them with the end all be all answer.
It's Fanfiction. Ain't gotta explain shit.