by The Pighead
Now... what I said yesterday. The finale of the series is now here. It's about one of the main antagonists of the game (but not only). And, unlike all the other chapters... this one is a long one and there will be a lot of things that will unravel. I hope you will find this chapter a fitting conclusion for the series.
Enjoy!
If there was something that she could say, it's that clubs hurt. Or, at least, she thinks it's a club. One of the four guys in front of her told her it was an Iron Cast Horse Hitcher. She has no idea what that means and it's not even what she needs to focus on.
The tough-looking woman in a suit, top hat and with uncanny pale skin and a Joker-like grin who was actually bound to a chair wasn't just an ordinary woman. She was way beyond the ordinary. Her name was Sado and she was a bug.
A long time ago, she was created by the resentful former friend of a certain game developer that you start to know pretty well. Her only purpose was to cause chaos within his games and chaos, she committed. Not everyone among the patrons of the Six Pint Inn had to meet or face her (only Bryce, Chandrelle, Lazarus & Rust) but they knew the stories and they could guess she was pretty dangerous. But the question that drove the Hex after they accomplished their main goal was also the same for her : what do I do now ?
Her answer to this question was simple and highly appealing to her : keep doing what she did best. Walking around and wrecking shit without a care in the world. Of course, it was also obvious that by doing this, she would run into people like the Midnight Crew, who were way tougher than all her previous enemies, and being in this pretty uncomfortable situation. Well, « uncomfortable » but only because she hated sitting down and having nothing else to do.
« So. I'm asking this one more damn time. Ya work with someone ? Or you just wanted to piss us off ? »
Judging by the tone of his voice, Spades Slick was grumpy and already tired of this shit. Which meant it was an usual day for him. Sado laughed a bit in response.
« Nah. I work alone. I mean, when you're a performer like me, you can need assistants but in my case, I don't even need it ! »
His three comrades looked at her, pretty incredulous.
« Jesus, don't tell me it's the type of unhinged loons we see often these days, asks Hearts Boxcars.
« Unhinged ? You're a real charmer here, Sado responds, but let's be serious for a second… »
« With that weird smile ? Doesn't seem that serious, honestly, says Clubs Deuce.
« You're right, Diamonds Droog replies, and if we have nothing, I think it'll be best to just shoot her then throw her corpse in the trash. Fucking clowns, I swear… »
« Now, now, boys, if you want soooooooo much to know an insignificant thing, well, you already had your answer ! I work alone, I mean it ! There's surely a bunch of people who can cause chaos but can they do it as well as me ? I doubt it, heeheehee… »
She wasn't afraid in the slightest. They were brutal, yes, but Sado wasn't the type to be impressed by anyone. By looking at her interrogators, she guessed they could see it and it was making them angry. Probably.
The woman snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed the short one, Deuce, taking her hat and swapping it with his own before moving back. Everyone looks at him like he just broke the window.
« Seriously ?, Droog asks.
« Deuce, Boxcars adds, you know very well that it didn't worked, last time you did it. »
« It totally worked, guys ! It's just that you weren't here to see it. I was here and, I tell ya, using that on Doze was breaking him, I swore I could see him being driven nuts ! Yes, it was a slow process but like, I could see it ! Exactly like I can see the same thing on this dame' face, wait 'til you see it ! »
He sounds absolutely serious and Sado is not quite sure if she should believe this. The others seem more unfazed.
« Honestly, lady, Slick says, you're lucky Niccals is still outside and taking his sweet ass time going home with the errands we asked him for ! Seriously, the guy pretends he's buddy-buddy with Satan and, just the moment we need him, he's not here ! That fucking smug loser… »
« I told ya, man, we should have just shoot him, Droog responds. Even if it's funny when he complains about how he was da leader of da greatest band in the WUUUUUUURLD or shit like that… »
He does a quite accurate vocal impersonation of their new butler and everyone starts cracking a smile, even Sado. She didn't knew who they were talking about (not that she cared anyway) but hey, it was funny.
« Yeah… so, Boxcars asks her, I guess there's nothing else to it, you're just doing this on your own for no reason and you're just an unhinged loon ? »
« A loon ? Now, I'm a bit offended by this affirmation, it implies that I barely know what I'm doing when it's, in fact, the opposite ! I mean, aren't people supposed to love theatrics ? »
« Well… there's circuses for that ! Actually, I never went to one but I heard there was one not too far away, it sounds very fun ! »
« Deuce, for the love of… »
« What ? I'm just sayin' ! »
Before this already highly useless discussion could continue, the Crew heard knocks at the door. They knew it was Murdoc Niccals, having explicitly ordered him to do that when he was coming back after being outside. Boxcars go open the door and, as usual, the green satanist (who is holding a bag) looks bored out of his mind.
« Where the hell were you ? You're always this slow or what ? At least, you have our groceries but damn, it's like you're a snail. »
« Well, Murdoc responds with his most annoyed voice and his pretty thick cockney accent, excuse me, Your Majesty, but everyone was annoying in the supermarket, asking about my skin color and my eyes, plus I needed to drink some rum cause how the hell can you function without it, plus-plus I had to run to escape some bozos who thought I was about to die or that I had cancer and wanted me in an hospital, plus-plus-plus there is someone who is out here stabbing people and I had to do fucking acrobatics just to avoid him ! Like, I'm in my forties, how can a man- »
« Yeah, yeah, Slick says, we get it, you're rich, you're a rockstar, you want your limousine back or Winnebago, I don't remember… whatever, none of us care, Niccals, so quit yer whining and come help us with this dame. »
« Oi, funny fact, the former bandleader immediately retorts at Spades, this guy was looking a lot like you. He just didn't had the outfit or the robot things. Didn't have a good view on him but I'm pretty sure his eyes were flashing, with different colours and stuff. Funny… »
It was clearly something that he didn't focused on too much, but at the moment he said this exact part of his sentence, the room suddenly became silent as Slick turned towards Murdoc slowly, like he said something insulting.
« Flashing eyes ? »
The satanist raised an eyebrow.
« Yeah ? »
« And looking like me without my suit ? This is what you are saying ? »
Boxcars, Deuce & Droog started looking at their boss too. Even Sado was silently listening, now that there wasn't anyone to beat her head with a club.
Slick immediately goes to the balcony and looks down. Droog is the first to ask.
« You OK ? »
His only response is to go back and take, in addition to his horse hitcher, a golden rifle that was hidden under the couch. He never used it, never told the others what it was except that it once belonged to their former enemy, Lord English. After taking it, he returns to the balcony and turns himself towards the others.
« Hoi, Slick, asks Deuce, what's happening ? »
« Nothin'. Just some unfinished business I have to take care of. If I don't, I'll never live this first death down ! »
And without explaining further, he jumps from the balcony. The next things the others can hear are the sound of his rocket… butt, for lack of a more classy word, and him yelling « ENGLISH ! » with a force that they haven't heard from him in years.
Some things never changed. As long as you could try to turn your life into a new path entirely, adopting a totally different personality and so on and so forth, there would still be things that would stay the same.
One of those things, currently, was the fact that Stuart « 2D » Pot was actually trying to kill a very slippery eel by smashing it with a hammer. It doesn't work.
« For the love of Justin Timberlake, my head ! Uuuuugh… »
However, what the former singer succeeds at doing is waking up a newly-voiced Cyborg Noodle. And since she can sleep in a bed instead of being connected to tubes like she used to (none of the Gorillaz knew how the fuck the weird person that took her and upgraded her did this), she really valued her nap time. So, needless to say, right now, she was kinda pissed off.
« …what's that banging-ARE YOU CRAZY, FACEACHE ? STOP THAT BANGING ! »
There was something almost comical to see a grown-up man being yelled at by a teenage, robotic copy of their guitarist who was much smaller than him and didn't bothered with putting a shirt on. Well, way less for 2D but still.
« It's this eel !, Stuart awkwardly responds to her while showing her the fish. Russ' told me to knock it out so he can cook it. There's a lot of food from Plastic Beach that we- »
« I DON'T. GIVE. A CRAP ! YOU STOP YOUR BANGING THIS INSTANT. »
In order to get the message clear, she almost yelled it into his ear. She could have tried to strangle him but she knew it didn't take much to make him panic. He was a coward.
« Hey, hey, hey, l-look, I just can't catch that thing, OK ? It's s-so s-slippery, I can't, I can't… kill it and t-that's not by yelling that I will m-manage to do it ! »
Oh. She noticed that he was speaking just a tidbit more confidently. Or, at least, he tried. She could give him credit for that if… well, she had her proper sleep.
« So, Mister sees that he can't kill it with a goddamn mallet and instead of doing the sensible thing, he keeps doing it ? Fucking hell, faceache, gimme that and I'll show you how you kill it : you take a knife and you slit its throat ! »
While saying this, she violently snatched the eel from 2D' hands and went to do exactly that.
« Wait, C-Cyborg, don't do it, don't do it ! Last time you tried to cook something, it t-took 30 minutes for us to clean up the m-mess, I really don't think that… »
His sentence was cut up by an explosion and rumble noises not too far from it. Cyborg turns herself to face 2D, her angry expression replaced by one of boredom.
« Do you know if Noodle still has her shotgun ? »
The red mustachioed guy. The blue hedgehog and his friend. The so-called monsters (personally, he called them « shitsponges »). For Jack English, they were all the same : people he wanted to stab. If he was tired or in pain or was about to have a heart attack by now, it was impossible he could notice because his brain was hammering him the same order, it was killing and it wasn't possible for him to stop. Not that he wanted to.
In fact, he needed to hear a voice awfully similar to his yelling at him and to turn himself to stop. Or rather, to be stopped by a club hitting him in the face and propelling him on the ground. The Dersite got up and could see that the one responsible for this was someone he really didn't want to see again.
It took him a while after his first death to learn Slick' name and since that, he was among the ones English wanted to stab the most. And now, here he was with his club, his cybernetic implants and his stupid hat. Immediately, the former Archagent jumps and pounces on the Midnight Crew' leader, his left hand on his knife and ready to strike.
What ensued next could be easily mistaken for a sort of makeout session for kismesises (at least, for people who were inhabiting Earth-413) but it was really a fight. Just not the sort of fights you would see in movies.
« …what just happened ? »
This was the only thing Boxcars could say while him and his two comrades were watching their boss fight this guy who looked way too much like him.
« Couldn't tell ya, Hearts, Droog responds. He never said anything about another him ! »
« Well, Deuce says, I know that when we were asking him what he was doing while we were dead, he always stopped after the time he killed Snowman and, no matter how, he still refused to say if things happened after that… I'm telling you, if this other Slick is not linked to that, I don't know why our Slick would attack him so suddenly ! »
They kept looking at the fight for some seconds before taking a decision.
This was the first day in years when Spades could feel he wasn't holding back his attacks. Despite the fact that English managed to wound him with his knife multiple times (mostly in the arms and the torso and he had to admit, it hurted quite a bit), he still managed to punch him, whether it was with his fists or his horse hitcher. Right now, the two are trying to strangle one another, looking at each other with nothing but pure disdain (for Slick) and burning rage (for Jack).
« …*kof*… …so, you're back too ? »
« Indeed, fucknuts. And this time, it's you and me. »
« You couldn't even… tell if I was you or the green turd, English snarkily responds. You seriously believe you can… beat me ? »
He never forgot that aspect of him from their first fight, the fact that he honestly thought Jack was Lord English. Even if he never looked like him in the first place and was just his mere puppet, locked inside his own brain and watching his own body doing what it pleased-now, that just pissed him off. Great, Jack. You just love to annoy yourself, don't you ?
« I was a fool. I know… who you are clearly, now. And I'll put you down for good, this time ! »
« After you saved me two more times ? »
That too, he remembered. And judging by how Spades threw himself at him, screaming and his hands on his horse hitcher, that should have stung.
« …so, you're telling me that there's a guy with pool balls as eyes who was stabbing people but now, he's fighting with the boss of the Midnight Crew ? »
« Yeah, boss. Pretty much ! Like, they haven't moved from where they started but they're seriously wrecking shit. Do you want us to bring some of the boys to calm everyone down ? »
« Nah. You stay here and you try to protect everyone else. I'll go try to calm them. I had a weird feeling about this Slick guy so better if I deal with it myself. »
« Right, boss, right ! »
When the Crew made their presence known, the first thing Jack felt was surprise. It was such a long time since he saw the Droll, the Dignitary or the Brute, in fact, since he was first incarcerated on Prospit. So, seeing them (or rather the ones that followed Slick and put on those outfits he found stupid) again was a bit of a shock. But his surprise was quickly replaced by a smirk creeping on his lips.
« Never thought you dumbasses would wear hats and be gangsters or shit like that. »
« Well, if you just think we're mere dumbasses, Droog immediately retorts back, let me tell you exactly who you're messing with. We are Slick' friends and together, we are the most unstoppable force from this side of Derse. We exiled the Black Queen. We created an entire city from rocks and dust and rebuilded civilization by ourselves. We fought the Felt, Lord English' gang, and we made them lick the shit off of our boots. And even death or stupid time-travel shenanigans couldn't stop us forever ! So, alternate Slick or not, if you think you can stop the Midnight Crew, think again. »
Of course, Droog quietly ignored the fact that they were killed during their raid in the Felt' mansion because of Slick (tho, how was he supposed to know that Crowbar' crowbar would do what it did ?) but for the rest, it was kinda true.
« It's funny because with all the time you took, I thought again. And I think that you don't impress me. »
The trio look at each other and look at Slick.
« If it's what you want… »
Diamonds only needed to say that before they pulled their guns out of their pockets.
He never was a runner. The only times he could say he ran were because someone else was holding him. So, doing it all by himself was different. And a bit exhausting. But that didn't mean he would stop. He had a job and it was running until he got told to stop.
He would do it. Him and this basket of cherries he stole in another universe.
It wasn't that Sado was bored, right now. It's just that she is still bound, right now, and there's a bunch of funny things happening down there without her participating ! This was not fun at all and it needed to change !
Fortunately for her, she got out from worse places (with help, but it still counts on her book). So, some ropes wouldn't be too much of a bother ! She gets up and starts walking (still being tied to the chair), looks around and sees a wall. Without much options, she runs in direction of the wall, turns around, jumps with all the strength she can use and manage to break the chair, freeing her.
Hopefully for her, nobody saw her falling on her butt after that.
As she's getting up, the self-described performer has one of her usual cat-like grins on her face. It was fun to play a bit dumb and act like she was just a harmless jester… but now, it was time to show to these Midnight guys what she was really made of.
For once, Peter Parker' day was going smoothly. No purple giant with a golden gauntlet running around, no evil super-geniuses kidnapping the relatives of his colleagues, just him arresting some crooks and doing his everyday' hero business. Genuinely, the kid was looking up after he came back from the Snap. He was still part of the Avengers, his family and loved ones were safe and the only real thorn in his foot was this J. Jonah Jameson' nutjob and his stupid broadcasts.
Yes, definitely, it was a good day and had no potential turning weird right now.
Spidey got suddenly interrupted in his musings by a powerful roar on his left. He turns his head and sees, not too far, a giant woman with spider-like legs in addition of her hands, dressed in a snappy suit and hat and with clownish makeup on her face, starting to crush things.
The only thought the young hero had was « What the fuck ? »
« Seriously, Slick, this is just chaos ! Like, even us, we weren't causing messes like that ! We can barely see what's happening ! »
« I don't give a shit if being alive again made you blind, Droog ! You forget the spider-lady and you focus on English, I want this fucker dead again ! »
Diamonds, at this instant, wanted to slap Spades and tell him to come to his senses because, right now, there was them, this other Slick (or Jack) who was linked to Lord English, a teenage girl with a shotgun and, NOW, their hostage and it created one of the biggest showings of assclownery they ever saw in their entire lives.
If there was anything that was helping them, it's that many of the newcomers were focusing on Jack too, which was partially explaining why Slick wasn't considering fleeing as an option. But still, right now, he REALLY wanted to know what happened with this guy that led his boss to feel so strongly about him.
For one second, he wondered if the two were kismesises.
Jack English' suddenly flying to attack Sado snapped him out of his thoughts quickly.
« THIS IS A PERSONAL AFFAIR, YA FREAKS, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ! »
Just after he yelled that, the former pawn of Lord English released one of his energy beams. Droog could hear people screaming in terror, there were also cars and parts of the ground that were in a very bad state. And even a sudden shotgun noise, following by Jack being propelled into a bunch of trashcans, wasn't that surprising to the mobster, given the total mess that was happening.
If anything, it gives them a potential chance to strike him down (chance that Deuce immediately took, as he started firing on the cans using Hearts' minigun). Unfortunately, it wasn't enough as he gets up with difficulty but still unwilling to stop. If anything, it just showed a little bit more of the rage he was hiding beneath this detached but confident façade.
At the exact moment English starts to run towards Clubs, however, he ends up being punched by something invisible. It's at this point that the quartet of mobsters is actually surprised. Was it someone else again ? An enemy ? An ally ? Someone who happens to be a bit too interested on their activities ? The fact that this invisible presence immediately punched him from behind again just after that didn't help matters.
But after some seconds, a very high-pitched, dissonant, loud laugh starts to resonate and a newcomer reveals himself. And everyone who was watching could see in front of them… a puppet. More precisely, an orange-skinned puppet wearing a blue shirt with « CAL » written on it, white-and-red sneakers, a grey cap backward and with red lipstick and a gold teeth on his freaky-looking face. His arms and legs are extremely long and his perpetual smile only reinforced his unsettling appearance. He was also holding a basket of cherries, for some reason.
And if that wasn't enough, his first real words are directed to Jack.
« HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, OLD BRO, HOW'S IT GOING ? »
Droog, Boxcars & Deuce turned their heads towards Slick. He himself seems ready to tell them to open fire again… until he looks at his alternate self and tells the Crew to step back.
Because not only the words of this puppet were filled with a tone of sarcasm but because Jack, when he lends his eyes on the puppet, has his eyes who first widen in surprise. Then, he starts having his hands who tremble… and his façade ends up completely shattering as he lets out the most manic, enraged scream he possibly could before pointing his finger on the puppet.
« YOU ! YOU LITTLE STUPID COTTON-FILLED FREAK ! I REMEMBER YOU… you… you stole… YOU STOLE MY BRAIN ! »
Cal (it seems to be his name, if the shirt is to be believed) just shrugs as an answer.
« OH, JACKIE, YOU STILL MAD ABOUT THAT ? SORRY, MAN. OR AT LEAST, IT'S WHAT I WOULD SAID IF YOU WEREN'T… YOU. I DUNNO WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF WE DIDN'T DO THIS « ONE TIMELINE ALLOWED » CRAP BUT I BET YOU WOULD HAVE- »
He's interrupted by another energy beam and everyone watching can witness his arms stretching, which allows him to dodge the beam easily.
« ENOUGH !, yells English again. I have no time for your blahblah here. I'll kill you. I'll reduce you to pieces, you fucking shitsponge. Then, I'll come back and do the same to stupid Slick. Then, the guy in red with his mustache. Then, the blue rodent and his friends. Then, the fucker that plays with me. Then, everyone else. YA HEAR ME ? »
The puppet' only answer is to make a big jump and to land on a balcony who was not far away.
« OH YEAH ? YOU'LL DO THAT. WELL, CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, LIL' BITCH. SPOILER : YOU CAN'T. »
The last thing the Crew hears from Cal is his laugh, as he disappears, Jack following him next.
For a very short amount of time, everything becomes calmer (except for the civilians screaming). And then, Sado, still the giant spider-human hybrid she was, resumes breaking things and Slick, whose facial expression went from anger to sudden exhaustion (and was it… a hint of worriness that he had on his face ?), speaks again.
« Guys… you pick Niccals and we go. »
« Spades, if we go outside Harlem, Droog responds, everyone will look at us funny. »
« I'm not talkin' bout that. When I say « we go », I say « we go home ». The weird watch we got last week, who has it ? »
All of this was better than the movies on her Earth. She was absolutely certain of it. Yes, it was because she was the one who did her best to make all of this happening but it was still true.
The Wild Card was looking, since 30 minutes, at the events unfolding through her computers. She was safe in her headquarters in Earth-1754, she had a cup of fresh milk and one of orange juice, as well as some marijuana and paper (she was getting better at rolling blunts), she was wrapped in a big, comfortable blanket… if she wasn't the mastermind behind a multimedia empire that was silently building itself and wasn't afraid of changing timelines, turning non-existent things into real things and having people get killed in order to achieve a satisfying outcome, you could mistake her for a very kind, very nice neighbor.
« Boss ! »
She turned her head. It was the voice of D.E.L.I.L.A.H., the android that acted as her second (and as the boss when she was absent) and quickly became a great friend for her. So, hearing her voice was always a pleasure for her. And, judging by her smile, she had good news, which was even better.
« I finished a first draft of the list you asked me for, the one with potential candidates for resurrection ! Right now, we have almost ten who could be good fits and possibly more, if I got enough information. »
« Information that you can already have, the Wild Card responds with a joyous tone in her voice. You know that I already gave you access to everything you need, girl, so you don't even need to ask. »
« I know, I wasn't about to ask you anyway. It was just so you know that progress has been made ! »
« And I thank you for that, Deli'. Really. »
Then, the Wild Card returns to her computers. The robot, after looking at her for five seconds, decides to let her sheet of paper on a table near and to watch.
« It's 199999 ? »
« Yup. The Midnight Crew is just about to go back to Earth-413. I knew that Slick wouldn't resist an opportunity to take revenge. »
« Because of how he died, if I remember well ? »
« Yeah. Don't know what came to Hussie but not only he couldn't see that it was an alternate him, he spent more time attacking the Striders & Pyrope than him. He died because of that. »
Delilah nodded her head.
« And so, what will they do ? »
« I've noticed that years in the dreambubbles and his return made him a bit more willing to open up and ask people. Not by much, he's still a Jack Noir, but a bit more. He knows who killed him the first time. In his mind, if they could do it one time, they will be able to do it a second time. Plus, I think Spades miss his lady, deep down. »
« For Lil Cal ? Do I need to report to Doctor Rattmann that the enhancements him and you gave to him proved to be useful ? »
« Eeeeeyup. I can promise that when Team Sburb will see him, they will barely recognize him. See, the successes we had with Doug is why we should give brillant minds more work. If only Aperture was able to see that… »
For a brief moment, there was silence as the two were watching Spider-Man and Luke Cage coming towards the giant Sado.
« …and for the others ? »
« Well, my dear, that's simple. If Sado manages to escape, there's Earth-12101. Thanks to Dreadpool, this Earth has no rulers, no heroes, no villains… and if frauds like Elon Musk can be taken seriously by politicians, then, she can lead people, I guess ! And if she doesn't… well, at best, the Avengers and the Defenders will be aware of her and that'll be all. I don't doubt that they will end up discovering us with that, but that will take some time, since she just took an opportunity and wasn't a part of the deal with the Six Pint Inn guys. »
« Mh. I guess so. But what about the building ? »
« The only one who got outside to fight Jack was Cyborg Noodle. And Rust, if his little headshot counts. I think it counts. But for the rest, everyone was inside and more preoccupied with staying in safety ! Yes, people will end up asking themselves « Wait, this building wasn't on here, what the fuck ? » but again, this will take time, they will be more preoccupied with English & Sado… »
« So, everything still happens like you want and we're good. »
« Yeah. »
The mastermind turns her head again to face Delilah.
« Y'know, standing still like this is pretty uncomfortable. You can sit with me, if you want. There's always enough space on this chair. »
Her assistant lets out a slight smile and, after thinking, decides to do just that. The duo spent the next minutes just watching what was happening. They were chilling.
If he was honest with himself and could talk, he would say that he wanted to go home. The weather was weird, the people here looked weird, everything was so loud and noisy that it was almost sickening to him and he couldn't catch his breath for one second. He wanted to go to sleep.
But he couldn't. Because he was on a mission. Probably the most important mission of his entire life and he didn't wanted to stop.
His name was Chuchel. He was a little orange creature made of what could be considered hair and a black hat. There was a purple-ish newborn rat who was with him, Kekel, his best friend and pet. And their goal was to find some whippersnapper who stole their precious, beloved basket of cherries. They were already ready to run everywhere and to complete nonsensical puzzles in order to obtain one cherry, so for an entire basket, you better bet they could do anything to have it back !
Of course, they won't realize that this stealing was planned or that they are being played by someone into becoming a part of something way bigger than them. But it wasn't their problem. They knew who did it, had a drawing of the robber and could recognize the face he has everywhere. No one looks like him !
They end up near a weird black building. There was a lot of agitation near them and people were looking at a weird signpost who was on the sidewalk.
They could start here, yes. That would do.
Soooooo, that's it! In order to provide little explanations:
- In the timeline, this chapter (and Chapter 7) happen between Jack' slaughter of the creepypasta characters in Chapter 7 of ASotG and his fight against BunnyLord' men in Chapter 4 of the same series (which also shows that I really need to provide a timeline. When it'll be finished, don't worry about it).
- Lil' Cal is another very important Homestuck character. Talking about him is... difficult, especially when you want to summarize what he is, but what you need to know is that he's, well, a puppet but he's also a device used by the main villain of the webcomic, Lord English, for his plans of destruction of everything. He's also a vessel for the souls of Caliborn (the young Lord English), ARquiusprite (the fusion of Equius Zahhak after he got turned into a sprite following his death and the Auto-Responder, a gadget created by Dirk Strider... again, long story) & Gamzee Makara. And now, the Wild Card managed to get him and to completely recreate him.
- The part focusing on the Gorillaz is a reenactment of The Eel, who was an old Gorilla Bite (a series of animated shorts created by Jamie Hewlett and his company, Passion Pictures, during the Phase 1 of the band).
- Chuchel & Kekel, who appear at the end, are the main protagonists of... well, Chuchel. It's a 2018 video game created by Czech indie developer Amanita Design (who also did games like Machinarium, Botanicula or Happy Game) in which Chuchel has to resolve a variety of puzzles in order to eat a cherry that is constantly taken away from him. At the end, him & Kekel gain an entire basket of cherries (which is the one Lil' Cal stole). I wanted to involve them in IC and, when the time will come, they will reappear again.
For the rest, it's all for me, the series is now over... but I'm far from being done with Infinity Crisis! There's still two chapters for Another Side of the Glimpses (Chapter 9 is on its way) as well as some one-shots and the continuation of the Wild Card' story arc so let's just say, this was only the beginning! And I hope you will follow me for the ride, like you did until that point.
Thank you and I'll see you next time.