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Farore let out an annoyed huff. "Well that didn't work."

"Wait, you were doing something?" Din said in a tone of great surprise. "All I saw was you staring at the universe hard enough to burn a hole in it, and it really doesn't need any more holes."

Farore glared at her. "I was trying to influence Courage to step into the hole so we could use the harmonic frequency of the antimatter to connect one reality to another and transport him to another position on the timeline so he could begin the process of meeting himself, but noooooo he had to think about what he was doing instead of following the mysterious urgings!"

"...Alright there?" Din asked cautiously as Farore panted.

"I'm just cranky," Farore snapped. "Now all four of them are miles away from where they need to be and that makes my plan completely useless."

"What if we try a different aspect?" Nayru suggested. "There's more than one possibility for the 'present' due to that alternate split back with the Hero of Time. We have at least two other options, so why not try them?"

"...That could work," Farore said. "I mean, obviously the Four Sword aspect would have been the best choice, but we can make do with one of the others."

"Your Attribute, your choice," Din told her. Farore considered this and reached out to feel Courage's positions in the timelines.

"...Not the one from the Hyrule with trains," she decided. "He's nowhere near where he needs to be right now, and influencing him there would stretch the Interference Laws too much... but the other option is a piece of work in himself."

"That's the one who can't figure out where he's going to save his life, right?" Din checked.

"That's him," Farore sighed. "He's been at it for two years and he still hasn't quite found Ganon yet."

"Poor boy," Nayru murmered. "But wouldn't that mean he's actually the worst choice for this?"

"On the contrary," Farore said, waggling a finger. "His sense of direction is so marvelously out of whack that I can influence him in any direction I want and he won't notice."

"Go for it then," Din said. "Let's see if this works this time."

Farore twitched and smacked her sister upside the head in vengeance.

The Link in question was the Hero of Hyrule, a somewhat short boy with dark brown hair, a roundish nose, and quite possibly the worst sense of direction in the universe.

One of the better examples of this was the quest he was currently on. He'd met a woman named Impa, who'd turned out to be in the employment of Princess Zelda, who'd been kidnapped. Link, being an agreeable boy, had agreed to search for the missing Princess and free Hyrule from monster influence along the way.

That had been two years ago. He'd been twelve.

Now fourteen, Link's sense of direction hadn't improved one bit. He had a vague impression that he'd been more-or-less lost for two years straight trying to figure out where Ganon was keeping Zelda, but he wasn't entirely sure due to the fact that he didn't quite know where he was at the moment either.

He hoped it was the place that held the Magical Sword, because that was what he was looking for. He knew, of course, that the fact that he was looking for it made it nearly impossible for him to find it, but Link was a natural optimist and hoped he'd found it anyways. It certainly looked like the sort of place one would keep an important enchanted weapon; dark and mysterious, with an intimidating entrance that for some odd reason had been hidden under a bush. Link didn't pay this much mind though, because a vast majority of things in his Hyrule were hidden in strange places. For example, every single elder he'd ever met lived in one of two places; in a cave, or under a rock. He had no idea why they didn't just build houses for themselves, but then again he'd never asked. It wasn't his business.

Link drew his sword, tried to draw his shield but failed because he'd lost it about a week ago, and took a deep breath instead. He would get a new shield, but he'd lost his wallet two weeks ago and didn't have the money for a new one. Link's sense of direction, unfortunately, extended beyond the location of himself and included the location of his items, much to his annoyance. In the two years he'd been questing he'd gone through several dozen shields, at least twenty Candles, three Rafts, thirteen boomerangs, and far, far too many bombs to even hope to keep track of. It also didn't help that he attracted monsters like honey attracts bees, and Like-Likes were among the most common ones he dealt with, which did not do his shield situation any favors.

Lost in his thoughts, Link didn't notice where he was going until he tripped on a small rock and looked up to find himself in the middle of the dungeon with absolutely no idea how he'd gotten there. However, since this was a completely normal part of his daily life, Link just sighed again and kept walking.

Link walked through a doorway into yet another dungeon room, having a small argument with himself about whether or not this was the fifteenth or twenty-first time he'd passed this way, before freezing in his tracks as a loud growl sounded above his head. He slowly lifted his eyes and met the gaze of a very large, very irate, and very, very intimidating four-headed dragon. Something made a meep noise. He was pretty sure it was himself.

"On the bright side," he mused as he slowly backed out of the room, "I definitely haven't been here before. Maybe I'm getting better."

An earsplitting roar and the crash of the stone wall as the dragon came charging through it let him know otherwise, and Link yelped before taking off at full speed. Interestingly enough, rather than the gibbering terror that most people would be feeling in this situation, the primary thought in Link's mind was, 'Oh come on, not again!'

He sprinted around a corner, skidded into the wall, regained his balance and pushed off into a different room as the dragon came sprinting around the corner, skidded into the wall – and went straight on through the next wall too. Conveniently, this wall happened to be the wall between Link and the outside, and despite the fact that there was a large fire-breathing reptile between him and it, Link ran through without hesitation. The dragon, which was regrettably not hampered by either wall in the slightest, was all too happy to give chase.

"Okay, so clearly that was not where the Magical Sword was," Link muttered as he sprinted, the dragon roaring behind him. "I'll have to cross that off the mental list once I get a minute."

He pounded around a corner, startling some Keese which then got ran over by the dragon five seconds later. They made little squeaky noises as they poofed into smoke. Link frowned for a moment and tried to remember if those had been the Keese by that one cave or that one other cave, but then two of the four heads of the dragon decided that it would be an excellent idea to breathe fire and Link suddenly had more important things to think about. It wasn't like he knew where either cave was in relation to anything else, after all.

The other two heads had noticed the fact that the first two were breathing fire and had decided to hop on the flaming bandwagon, which now resulted in Link running from lots more death than he'd been before. He really wished he had his shield – not that it would have done much against a fire-breathing dragon, but because it would make him feel like he could do something against the fire-breathing dragon.

He sprinted past a Like-Like, then two more – and screeched to a halt, because the second one had his shield in its gelatinous body and was happily dissolving it as he watched. He debated for a moment about the wisdom of getting his shield back, but then the dragon arrived, roared its superiority to the world, and ate the Like-Like because it was aiming at Link but missed.

"Oh, COME ON!" Link yelled as his shield followed the Like-Like down the dragon's throat. "NOT AGAIN!"

In Link's opinion, things like this happened far, far too often. This wasn't even his first time being chased by a dragon; it was actually his third. The only differences were that the first dragon had only had one head, and the second dragon had had only two. He actually wished he were being chased by the one-headed dragon again instead. At least that one hadn't taken his shield – that honor had gone to the two-headed dragon, and now this four-headed one.

Unfortunately for Link, said four-headed dragon took his annoyed yell as a signal that the chase was on again, and Link found himself once again running for his life.

Basically, just another normal Tuesday. Or Thursday. Or Saturday. They were all pretty interchangeable by this point.

The next forty minutes or so consisted of Link sprinting, the dragon chasing, and Link's misdirectional field landing the two in all sorts of odd places. Among the ones worth noting were the Boss Chambers of every single dungeon Link had beaten so far, the place where the Zoras lived on the ocean floor (which was really an accomplishment, as Link could neither swim nor breathe underwater), the top of a cliff which had no discernible way up (or down, for that matter), the chamber where Zelda was being held captive (Link tried to free her but the dragon tried to eat him again), Ganon's throne room (where the villain stared in confusion and Link tried to kill him but failed because the dragon tried to impale him), and the underside of a gravestone that turned out to be an old man's house where, in self-defense against the idiot and the monster who invaded his home, he threw a shield at Link's head – which knocked the hero straight back out the door – and slammed said grave-door in Link's face. Link had just enough time to process his new shield before the dragon tried to eat him again, causing Link to yelp, take off sprinting, and begin the chase all over again.

In his head, Link was trying to keep track of how long he'd been running. He'd lost count a couple times when the dragon had lit his hat on fire, but he was pretty sure he was nearing the hour mark. From his past experience with dragons, he needed to keep running for... about thirty more minutes, which would be when the dragon passed out from exhaustion and Link could finally get back to what he'd been doing. He remembered the time when he'd thought running for hours on end was inhuman and rolled his eyes at his younger self, who'd also thought rescuing the Princess wouldn't take more than a couple weeks at most and that losing his sword was the end of the world as he knew it.

Ah, the irony.

He jerked to the right as the dragon let loose another fire blast and sighed. Only about twenty-seven minutes to go.

Twenty-eight minutes later, the dragon, who'd been lagging slower and slower, put his foot down, missed and straight-up crashed into the dirt. A few seconds later, Link heard a muffled snoring issuing from the third head, while the first two tried to untangle themselves and the fourth head just laid there and panted. Link spent a second or two supporting himself on his knees and regaining his breath, watching the dragon warily to make sure it wasn't faking. Considering the fact that one of the heads was, in fact, asleep (much to the annoyance of the other three), he decided it was real.

"Finally," he sighed, earning himself a glare from the dragon. "Took you long enough. I mean, seriously, I've got better things to do than run from you."

The dragon snorted, flipped the sleeping third head onto it's back, and turned around with a huff as it proceeded to ignore Link entirely. Classic dragon procedure; in the event of escaped prey, one should then act as though said prey never held interest in the first place.

Granted, this wasn't the most effective of strategies, but dragons are stubborn creatures and refuse to admit it.

Link watched the still-huffing dragon leave and rolled his eyes before examining his surroundings. Much to his surprise, he was standing right outside the place where he'd heard the Magical Sword was kept. Link spent five seconds or so just blinking at it, as he'd fully expected to spend at least another week and a half looking before he stumbled onto it completely by accident.

But this worked too. He had no problems with this method.

Link shoved the stone aside and walked down the stairs that had been hidden beneath it. One story below the surface was another old man (Link had yet to meet another person his age in Hyrule; they were all either elderly, Impa, or the kidnapped Princess) and the Magical Sword being displayed in a pedestal.

"Can I borrow that?" Link asked, pointing. The elder blinked at him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm on a quest to save the Princess," Link explained patiently, "and I need a better sword. I've been looking for the Magical One for about two months now." He paused as a thought occurred to him and added, "That is the Magical Sword, right? Please tell me it's the Magical Sword, because if it's not I'm going to be somewhat annoyed because this would be the fifth time I've made that mistake."

For the interested, the other four swords had been the Mildly Enchanted Sword, the Perfectly Normal Sword, the We-Think-It's-Cursed-But-No-One's-Sure Sword, and the Stick, which while not an actual sword had been carved to look just like one and had been painted silver. It had been very convincing.

"No, this is the Magical Sword," the old man confirmed. "Might you be Link, the Hero?"

"That's me," Link said, raising an eyebrow. "How do you know my name?"

"Impa told me that if I ever met you, I was to give you this sword," the old man said, handing said weapon to Link, "and to ask you, 'What in the names of the Three Golden Goddesses is taking you so long boy!?'"

Link turned red. "...I got lost. Possibly more than once. I may still be lost, actually. I'm not quite sure."

"Din help us," the old man sighed. "You'd best be going, young one, if you want to make any progress by the end of the week. Good luck."

Link thanked him, somewhat sheepishly, and traded out his current sword for the Magical one as he walked back up the stairs. He tucked the older one into his bag, though; with the rate he lost things, keeping a backup weapon seemed like a good idea.

He finished stuffing the sword into his bag, looked up at his surroundings, and promptly realized that he had no idea where he was.

"Look when you walk," Link berated himself after he finished facepalming. "Note to self, pay attention to where I'm going, if only to know how I got here. It'd be a vast improvement."

Then again, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know how he'd managed to get on top of that cliff without actually climbing it... perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.

And then, because he was paying attention to his inner monologue and not where he was going (ironically enough), he walked straight into a rock wall. His newly-acquired shield bounced with the impact and rolled off somewhere, while his even newer-newly-acquired Magical Sword smacked him in the back of the head due to momentum. Link spent the next few seconds in considerable pain.

"...Ow," he decided slowly, rubbing both his face and his skull as he glared up at the mountain in his way. He'd seen this mountain somewhere before, he thought, but then again he thought he'd seen everything somewhere before. The reason for this was usually because he had seen it before, on his convoluted way to wherever he was trying to get to that was not where he was.

The black void was new though.

Link's thought train screeched to a halt as he ran that sentence through his head for a second time, then looked for the corresponding object that had prompted it. Sure enough, between this mountain and it's twin was a large, utterly black hole, floating a few inches above the ground and doing everything physics said it shouldn't. It was as though the hole had taken a good look at reality and said, 'Nope, not bothering with it' and proceeded to get rid of reality entirely.

Link took a few moments to stop gaping.

"FINALLY!" Farore exploded.

"Okay, I admit taking thirty-two hours to follow a prompting is a bit more than I expected," Din admitted in mild surprise. "And you're telling me he's usually worse than this?"

"Much worse," Farore sighed. "You heard how long he's been looking for that sword he just got?"

Her sisters both nodded their heads.

"He'd even gotten directions to the place; he just can't find his way to save his life..."

Link finished processing the hole in the world just in time to notice the significantly-sized crowd of monsters that were all processing him. There was a frozen moment as everyone stared at one another.

And then they all freaked out.

"SWEET DIN!" Link yelped.

"GREAT GANON!" a Wizzrobe shrieked.

Pandemonium ensued.

Two minutes in, however, an Armos realized that they outnumbered Link by about a thousand to one and promptly capitalized on this fact by yelling it loudly. Link abruptly found himself surrounded by what seemed to be all of Ganon's minions. He even thought he saw the two-headed dragon from ten months ago that had eaten one of his shields.

Considering how he was being threatened by many pointy objects, however, Link pushed that thought to the back of his mind and said, "You really don't want to do that."

"On the contrary, I really think we do," the Armos growled.

Link frowned and switched tactics. "I thought I was supposed to get killed by Ganon himself though? Aren't the orders for you to be nuisances only?"

There was a bit of shuffling and muttering, before a Wizzrobe piped up with, "Ganon's not really around to give orders anymore-ow!"

The Lynel next to him had smacked him upside the head and growled something. Link got the impression that this particular Wizzrobe was a bit dim. Nevertheless, this sounded interesting.

"Why can't he give orders?" Link asked. "Is he out pillaging or something?"

All the monsters within earshot turned and glanced apprehensively at the hole.

"...Not exactly," a different Wizzrobe answered. "What actually happened was-OW!"

A Bubble had... well, Link wasn't entirely sure what the Bubbles did, but it had apparently hurt. He was getting the impression that maybe all Wizzrobes were a bit dim. So, since none of the monsters seemed inclined to tell him, Link put two and two together and made an educated guess.

"Did he fall in the hole?"

"...Not exactly," an Armos admitted. "It was more like... he turned into the hole."

"And then he was gone," a creature whispered from somewhere in the crowd. And with that, the dam broke, and nearly every monster visible started whimpering.

"It took my brother!"

"It ate my lunch!"

"It devoured exactly half of my sock drawer! Now one of my feet will always be cold!"

Link blinked. Then he shook his head and yelled, "HEY!"

The mob paused mid-wail.

"So what you're saying is, Ganon is gone?"

He was met with a great deal of wide-eyed stares before the entire horde broke down in sobs.

"THE MASTER IS GONE!" a Wizzrobe wailed, and everything went to the Dark World. The Armos holding Link at swordpoint opted for blowing his nose on his sleeve instead, a couple Like-Likes literally melted in their sorrow, and one strange moblin attached itself to Link's shirt and whimpered into the fabric. Link, not knowing what else to do, patted its shoulder awkwardly.

"Uh... it's okay little, um, guy. I'm sure he'll be back before you know it."

Nobody paid attention.

"Alright, you asked for it," Link muttered. "OI! EVERYBODY CALM DOWN OR I WILL SKEWER YOU!"

For whatever reason, this actually worked and Link was once again the center of monster attention. He briefly wondered why he'd thought this was a good idea.

"So," he started slowly, "if I've got this right, Ganon got absorbed by a hole and vanished. Anyone and anything that touches the hole also vanishes. And as a result, you all are panicking. Did I miss anything?"

"You forgot the part where the hole grows," an Armos contributed.

"Oh, it does? I didn't know that, thank you," Link said. "Couple other things though, why was Ganon out here in the first place?"

A couple of the monsters winced.

"Ah, well, there was a security breach a few hours ago," a different Armos said. "The Hero was being chased by our four-headed dragon and he somehow got all the way into the Lord Ganon's private chambers. His Highness wasn't very happy about that and he came out to punish us for our lapse in our duties."

"Which we so richly deserved," a Wizzrobe mourned. "Allowing a mortal near our Master... shameful..."

Link blinked. "Hang on. That was me."

The monster horde stared at him.

"...You're the Hero?" an Armos checked.

"The one who's been killing us all?" a Darknut clarified.

"The person we've been fighting and dying against for two years now?" a Wizzrobe finished.

Link tugged on his bangs nervously. "I dunno about all that stuff, but... yes?"

There was about five seconds of pure silence. Then the Wizzrobe screamed, "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

Link was then treated to the wonderfully uncommon sight of a monster stampede running in the opposite direction of him. He stared after them in confusion.

"...Okay then," he decided into the sudden silence. "That's new. Apparently I'm intimidating now...?"

He thought about that for a moment and shrugged. Either way, he was just glad not to be dead. Then, with nothing else to do, Link turned to examine the void.

It was a very intimidating void.

"...Yeah, not touching that with a ten-foot pole," Link said firmly. If touching it meant obliteration, he was going to stay far away, thank you very much. It wasn't like he had an item for closing things either. Thus, Link decided that this would be one thing he was not going to mess with.

Still... he couldn't just leave it. The Armos had been right, it was growing. Sooner or later it was going to be big enough to cause some serious problems, and as the Hero of Hyrule Link couldn't just ignore it. No, he needed to stick around and figure out how to stop this thing. Without touching it in any way, shape, or form whatsoever.

Poking it was clearly out of the question.

"...He's not investigating," Farore said slowly.

"He's sticking around, that's progress," Nayru said encouragingly.

"But the plan relies on one of them investigating! If they don't investigate then they can't hop the timeline and meet themselves!"

"Somehow I think getting close to the reality-warping void is the last thing on Courage's mind," Din noted.

Farore just let out a frustrated huff.

As a general rule, Demise did not do 'regret'.

However, he was seriously considering it.

It turned out, that when he'd absorbed his Hatred Incarnations, he'd literally absorbed them. He had their powers, yes. He had their memories. He had their knowledge, their experience, and their plans.

He also had their voices inside his head. And they were grating on his very last nerve.

I DEMAND TO BE FREED THIS INSTANT! One of the Ganondorfs yelled. I REFUSE TO BE HELD CAPTIVE BY SOME HALLUCINATING IMBECILE THINKING HE'S A GOD!

"I AM A GOD!" Demise roared. "HOW DARE YOU REFER TO ME AS AN IMBECILE! I CAN SMITE YOU WHERE YOU STAND, YOU INCOMPETENT EXCUSE FOR A VILLAIN!"

SAY THAT TO MY FACE!

"YOU DON'T HAVE A FACE! YOU LOST THAT RIGHT WHEN YOU LOST TO THE HERO, YOU MORONIC SIMPLETON!"

WHO CARES!? One of the multiple Ganons bellowed. JUST RELEASE ME AND LET ME TAKE MY REVENGE!

Hang on, I thought you'd been banished to the Dark World or something, a different voice said. Demise didn't know who it was, nor did he particularly care. That's what the history books said.

SHUT UP, PANSY!

YOU SHUT UP!

Something exploded in the back of Demise's mind, followed by the sound of an all-out brawl.

Morons, a woman's voice muttered. Despite the fact that he didn't care, Demise could recognize the woman simply because she had the distinction of being the only female Hatred Incarnation he had. He vaguely thought her name was Veran, but because he didn't care he didn't bother to see if he was right.

Another explosion interrupted Demise's thoughts, which annoyed him immensely. "WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF IN THERE!?"

HE STARTED IT!

I DID NO SUCH THING!

ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP! a Ganondorf roared. I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF THINK WITH YOU IDIOTS TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!

Wait, people are killing each other? A new voice piped up. Why wasn't I invited? I love Killing-People-Parties!

Zant, go curse a Cucco, someone snarled.

Great idea! Cuccos are AWESOME at Killing-People-Parties! We can all wear Peahats!

Nobody cares, a new voice rumbled. Unless there will be trains. Then I will consider joining you.

Wait, you're the guy who can't do anything without a Train? That's pathetic! When did our kind stoop so low as to rely on a machine to do our job for us?

Oh, JUST because you can swing a massive mace, SUDDENLY you're better than EVERYONE else!

Do not make me show you how effective my mace can be.

LIKE IT COULD HURT ME!

There was abruptly a mind-shatteringly loud THUD, and the sound of something simultaneously squishing and breaking.

...ow...

He did not die, the voice that apparently wielded a massive mace said in mild surprise. Normally people die when I hit them. Perhaps I did not hit hard enough.

Another THUD ricocheted through Demise's head.

He's still not dead, the woman – Veran – said in a bored tone. Either we can't die here, or you're losing your touch, Onox.

Quiet, woman!

Don't make me show you your place.

...No ma'am. Sorry ma'am.

Did I hear you say we cannot die here? a new and curiously ambiguous voice said, sounding like it'd just heard the first interesting thing all century.

Well, it's only a theory.

I volunteer to test this theory. Who would like to help me?

Demise blinked as a squishing, bubbling noise replied to the question and briefly wondered if he was losing his sanity after all before remembering that one of his Hatred Incarnations, for some reason, had manifested as a squid.

I do not speak the ocean language.

He said he was interested, one of the Ganondorfs translated.

Ah. Good~

With a sudden, massive THWUMP and the sound of insane laughter, the ambiguous voice set the squid on fire that would put the tortures of the Dark World to shame. Demise wasn't entirely sure how he knew it was fire, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was. The squid, as was typical of things set on fire, began screaming, which went on for several minutes.

...No, it seems one cannot die while trapped in this prison, the ambiguous voice decided eventually, in a tone which implied extreme boredom. Pity... I was hoping to torture something to death today.

I think I'm going to like you, one of the previous voices said. Ganondorf, pleasure to meet you.

...That is debatable, but we shall see. I am Majora.

You can't be Ganondorf, MY name is Ganondorf! a different voice interrupted.

Highly unlikely, a third voice scoffed. I am Ganondorf.

All three of you are just mere posers, a fourth voice accused. You are simply taking MY name and adding 'dorf' to it!

Wait, your name is Ganon? A new voice repeated. You filthy thief! That's MY name!

This set off a whole cacophony of different voices arguing over who's name was who's, whether or not it had belonged to this person or that person first, and the various painful things they were going to do to one another if so-and-so didn't give up this name or that name within the next ten seconds. Demise slapped his hands over his ears, but then made the horrific discovery that it made absolutely no difference whatsoever because it was all happening inside his head, and resigned himself to massaging his temples instead in an attempt to get rid of the headache he hadn't known gods could get.

All of you, SHUT UP! Veran roared. We're going to settle this like civilized villains. Admittedly this may be a challenge for... all of you, but please do try, hmm?

You test my patience, woman, one of the Ganons growled.

And you test mine. Don't make me lose it. Now, you're having problems with naming?

However did you guess? a Ganondorf asked with extreme sarcasm. Veran ignored him.

The solution is quite simple, boys. Just number yourselves and be done with it.

I call Number One!

SHUT UP ZANT!

But I wanna be Number One...

YOU DON'T EVEN NEED A NUMBER!

Oh good, you agree with me, Veran purred. Alright, let's get to business. You'll be One, you can be Two, you'll be Three-

WE ARE NOT BEING NUMBERED!

But I wanna be Number One!

ZANT! NOBODY ASKED YOU!

Can I at least get a sandwich!?

YOU CAN NOT – wait, you want a sandwich?

Isn't that what we've been talking about?

But – how did you get a sandwich out of – no, that's not what we've been talking about at all! We've been... well among other things, we've been trying to get this pathetic excuse of a deity to release us, since he's somehow under the delusion that he controls us! We've been DEMANDING OUR FREEDOM!

Zant made a thoughtful humming noise. ...I'd rather have a sandwich. I DEMAND A SANDWICH!

...You're an idiot, Zant.

Couldn't agree more, One.

Veran, I am NOT GOING TO BE NAMED NUMBER ONE! IT IS AN ABYSMALLY STUPID IDEA!

Oh, and I suppose you've got a better one then!?

This sparked a debate which was so loud that Demise actually thought he might go deaf. But releasing the villains was out of the question, as putting them back in their places would restore the Universe to it's original, un-voided state and undo all the destructive progress made so far. That, and Demise was far, far too stubborn to bow to the demands of lesser beings.

Still... he should probably at least consider it.

7/31/16

I feel like the plot is so much more understandable now... I'm actually remembering to put it all on the page instead of leaving half of it in my head and kicking myself for it later. And aside from that, the Inside Demise's Head scene came out a lot better this time around, methinks.

...This turned out to be a couple thousand words longer than the original... again... but hey, more to read right?

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