In case the chapter name isn't obvious, here we get Chuck, Virin, and Nightblade's Epilogues.

Virin groaned as the light disappeared around him. He looked around to his surroundings, before noticing a Temple in the distance between Canterlot and Ponyville. He smiled as he knew this could mean only one thing: he was back. Suddenly, thinking of the death of the other Scootaloo, Virin's smile disappeared from his expression as he was in sadness, but he knew his daughter in this world isn't dead yet.

"Dad!" An all too familiar voice cried out. Feeling his spirits light up, Virin turned around to see an orange blur hitting him right into the chest, knocking him down on the ground.

"Hey, Scoots!" he laughed. "What's with the sudden happiness?"

"You were gone for about six hours!" His daughter responded. "That's what!"

Six hours?! Virin's mind wandered back to his time on TD's world. Well, guess time really does work different in other Equestria's.

"Dad?" Scootaloo asked. "You okay?"

"Huh?" Virin snapped out of his train of thought. "I'm alright, my child. Just thinking."

"About what?" His daughter was a curious thing, that's for sure.

"You promise you won't freak out?" Virin asked her.

"I won't! I'm a big girl now!" Scoots smiled brightly at her father.

Virin smiled as well. "This is gonna shock you for a bit, but keep this a secret, okay?"

"Pinkie Promise," his daughter nodded, performing the gesture as she did.

After a deep sigh, Virin started to explain what had happened to him to his daughter. He started with how Discord managed to make him get into his game of universe traveling, how he ended up in a different world, along with the death of an different Scootaloo, all the way up to his fight with a being called "The Nameless One," where his Ultra Instinct had been activated once more. He also told her how many new friends he had made in that universe, which shocked her greatly to learn about something so bizarre. After his explanation was done, Virin smiled at his daughter, as Scootaloo's mouth was agape in surprise.

"Wow, Dad," she breathed. "That's... something, alright."

"Yeah. Sure is something, alright," Virin agreed.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Scootaloo asked after overcoming her surprise.

"The obvious," her father replied. "Training."

"Obviously," Scootaloo laughed a bit.

"Let's go back to the family, shall we?" Virin asked her kindly.

"Sure!" His daughter gave him a bright smile and they both walked back towards home together.

*A Few Years After The Defeat of The Nameless One...*

Nightblade trotted down to Sweet Apple Acres from his Job at the Golden Oaks Library. It had been a long day of work, and he was looking forward to spending time with the family.

"Now that I finished working, I have time to see my loving wife and-"

Just before Blade finished, he felt something land on his back. Blade turned around and saw a yellow Pegasus filly with a yellow and purple braided mane and tail. She also had a brown Stetson hat on and currently lacked a Cutie Mark. Her name was Apple Star, daughter of Applejack and Nightblade.

"Pa! Yer home!" the filly cheered. Blade smiled at his daughter.

"Hello my Little Star. Did your mother know that you skipped class today?" he asked. Apple Star looked away when he asked.

"N-no," she lied a bit, causing Blade to raise his brow.

"C'mon, tell the truth. Is it because you're looking for you're Cutie mark?" he smirked. Apple Star tried to talk back to her Dad, but then decided against it and sighed in defeat.

"Yes..." she mumbled. Just then, the doors to their home opened and another figure walked out to greet them.

"Nightblade! Welcome home!" Applejack greeted, coming down towards them with a big smile. "And it seems you're having a conversation with a flying apple," she joked, chuckling a bit at the pun. Apple Star blushed with humored embarrassment at the nickname while Blade gave Applejack a peck on the cheek.

"Yes I have, dear," he replied with a smile, as Apple Star hopped off her father's back.

"How was yer day, hon?" AJ asked him.

"Oh just re-organized the books, working on my inventions, and doing some art; the usual," he told her.

"Ya make it sound like it's borin'," AJ teased.

"Sometimes it is," Nightblade chuckled. Applejack shook her head in amusement, then turned back to the house while gesturing to follow.

"Come on! I baked ya some apple pie before ya got back," she said.

"Apple pie!" Apple Star cheered, then she flew into the house while Nightblade chuckled and followed them in.

*Five Years After The Defeat of The Nameless One...*

"I will remember you, will you remember meee?" Chuck's eldest and only son, Sterling, hummed as he and his parents got the large hall in the hive ready for the evening's banquet.

"If you hum yet another lyric of that, I swear to all that is holy..." Chuck muttered, irritated at his son. "I never should have brought that Sarah McLachlan here."

"It's a nice song!" Pinkie remarked. "Besides, it's fitting for today."

"It's about a breakup. It's not fitting," Chuck replied.

"At least it works for Sterling," Pinkie pointed out. "And if it works for him, it works for me... for now at least."

"Mhm," was all her husband had to say in reply for the time being, only to break the silence that followed with, "Can't believe it's been five years," he sighed.

"Me neither," Pinkie agreed. "And so much has changed since then. Twilight's new foal, Dashie thinking on retirement... and Sugar Plum..." She paused and gave a wistful sigh. "Time flies, doesn't it?"

"Sure does," Chuck nodded. "Not always for the better, but not always for the worse either. At least I can always count on seeing one of my kids around," he remarked, a dry tone in his voice.

"Yep. I ain't going anywhere," Sterling nodded, not noticing his tone.

"Yep, none of the bliss of an empty nest for us," he remarked.

"I like having Sterling around!" Pinkie exclaimed. "Often reminds me of you when we were younger. Usually in the best of ways."

"That's funny," Chuck replied. "He reminds me more of you from back then. In all the best ways of course," he reassured.

"Guess we both see a little of ourselves in him," Pinkie remarked.

"Almost as if that's how biology works," Chuck replied. "How long until the dinner?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm famished!" Sterling announced. "You just ate lunch," Chuck reminded him. "You ate like, three lunches worth of a lunch." "It's my metabolism. I'm a growing boy, dad," Sterling said. "You're in your twenties. That excuse died years ago," Chuck replied.

"It'll be ready soon..." Pinkie started, but then a voice called outside that was familiar to them.

"Hello!" TD called. "Guys? I was hoping to talk, but... is this a bad time to come over?"

"Nope!" Pinkie shook her head.

"Okay... coming in then. Look out..."

A flash of light appeared nearby and TD stood before them in Changeling form. He took a good look around, and then spoke.

"Oh... right. That would explain the lack of guards at the entrance," he remarked.

"Mhm," Chuck nodded. "What do you want?"

"What he means is, how can we help you?" Pinkie asked.

"Well, I just wanted to see how you guys were faring," TD replied with a shrug. "I haven't visited you guys that often due to taking care of little Bubble, so I decided to hop on by and see what's cooking. Not literally though; I only just realized something actually is cooking."

"Ah, well, everything is fine here," Chuck responded quickly. "And yeah, lots of stuff cooking. Kind of a banquet thing, fifth anniversary of our daughter's death type ceremony. The invite should have arrived, if not it's probably in the mail or something."

"Was I invited?" TD asked. "Twi never told me if I was, and Zach... well, obviously he has other priorities now so he wouldn't be able to tell me."

"Well, I mean, Pinkie handled invitations," Chuck stated.

"I sent you one," she nodded.

"Oh... well at least I know I'm not showing up at the wrong place," TD remarked. "So... anything I can do to help?"

"No no. We're pretty well done setting up," Chuck answered.

"You sure?" TD asked. "I mean, if you're good then alright."

"We're fine," he replied.

"Okay..." TD shrugged, then looked to Sterling. "How are you, man?"

"I'm good! I've been living at home for like, years," Sterling said.

"Yeah. It's super," Chuck stated.

"Well, whatever you do man, don't try to do what Zach did and put sugar in the salt shakers and vice versa," TD joked. "That'll put you on the hit list real quick."

"There's a hit list for that?! I thought I was the only one!" Pinkie exclaimed, to which TD gave a giggle.

"Still my number one reason why I watch the show," he chuckled.

"If he did that, he'd be hot dog meat," Chuck stated.

"Oh, so THAT'S what the hot dogs are made of here," the entity joked.

"Annoying sons? Probably." Chuck nodded.

"He's not annoying!" Pinkie defended him.

"Yeah," TD agreed. "The annoying one would be me. And Red, since all that blew over..." He sighed. "I swear, my author gave him too much power with the Fourth Wall. I just... can't... ever... catch him."

"Well, that's what happens. Restrictions are never a bad thing," Chuck replied.

"Tell that to the crazy hedgehog," TD muttered.

"I think it's done now!" Pinkie announced.

"Great," Chuck nodded to his wife. "Guests should be here in a few hours now," he remarked.

"So who's invited?" TD asked. "I mean, obviously I'd expect family, but anyone else I should be aware of?"

"Well, pretty much anyone from the old days is invited," Chuck answered. "Most of 'em were a big part of Sweet Tooth's life when she was growing up. Thought they might appreciate it."

"So expect the girls, maybe Zach, and whoever else they've stumbled into," TD said aloud. "Got it. And no, ladies and gents, that last part was not an insult. That's just how I remember things... for whatever reason."

"Mhm. Ivory's even coming back to town with Cheese, looking forward to seeing them again, been about three years since they moved away," Chuck noted. "Anyway, I've got places to be," he said, heading for the exit of the hall.

"Like what? Where ya going?" TD asked him.

"Just, uh, got things to do. Getting myself ready. Y'know, making sure my old suit hasn't got moth holes in it and such," he said.

"How convenient he keeps his old suit in his lounge," Sterling remarked.

"Thanks for telling me that," TD said to Sterling. "I should hang out with you more. Chuck's lucky to have people who love him enough to rat him out."

"Mhm," Chuck noted, shutting the door behind him promptly.

I'll be right back," TD told the others, then in a flash he disappeared from the room.

"Good, at least we can count on dad being in a bad mood for tonight," Sterling remarked.

"He wasn't in a great mood already," Pinkie replied. "Besides, the past few years have been hard on him; you know that," she said, a rare, scolding tone in her voice.

This is gonna suck, TD thought to himself as he appeared in the lounge waiting on Chuck. The door opened and Chuck walked inside. He went to the desk where he generally sat, blew dust off an old record and sat down, placing it on the record player. He fumbled a cigar cutter off the desk and cut a cigar, lit it, and put it in his mouth. He was either being so detached he didn't notice TD's presence at all or he did and was saying nothing. TD cleared his throat and looked to Chuck expectantly.

"Don't worry, I see you," he said. "I just didn't want the conversation to start yet. I like this song."

He motioned his cigar to the record player.

"Have I heard that one before?" TD asked. "Knowing me, it's probably no, but tell me the name anyways."

"I don't know, maybe you have," Chuck shrugged. "Walk Right In. The Rooftop Singers."

"Nope, haven't heard them. As usual," TD chuckled. He then sighed and said, "Chuck, I know you're gonna hate me for saying this and I'm gonna hate myself for going on the initiative... but we need to talk."

"Well, one of those statements is definitely accurate," Chuck said, blowing a smoke ring. "What of? Weather's been pretty nice as of late. I hear Mayor Mare's running for yet another term. Is it that?" he asked coyly.

"No. I could care less who's the mayor right now, because if it ever turns out to be someone I don't like or who's incompetent... Out they go!" TD explained. "No, Chuck. It goes... deeper than that. And I think you know what it is."

"God complex much? I've suffered through plenty of government heads I didn't like. It's part of life," Chuck scoffed at the earlier statement. "And to be quite frank, no. I don't believe I know what it is. I don't believe there's anything to talk about."

"Really? How about our little relationship, Gareth?" TD stated. "Because last I checked, it's not on the best of terms. That became clear when Nameless was still a threat."

"That's when it became clear?" the Changeling arched his brow. "And it's Chuck, thank you."

TD frowned. "I was seeing if you were paying attention, not that I care what name I call you by. Heck, I'd sooner call you Chuckie if it wasn't for the fact that Pinkie and, ironically, Twilight would tan my hide." He sighed. "But yes, that's when it became clear. Why? Was there a point before I should aware about?"

"M'eh, frankly I can't remember if there was, a lot of that's a blur to me now. A lot of what's before a bit of a blur too," Chuck shrugged. "Selective memory is the best gift I could have received, I'm lucky my old man had it," he remarked.

"Well, how about this? Small argument you and me had, in front of Joy Star concerning his now-passed away wife," TD noted. "Ring a bell? Or maybe the fact you almost didn't even bother helping us out when we needed it?" His frown deepened. "That was a low blow in my eyes. Even I would have come to your aid when it was needed, and we don't even get along too often."

"Well, my apologies, but I'm pretty sure the fact we're both still here is proof that it didn't make a difference," the Changeling replied. "I had my own matters to attend to."

"Okay, really, what's the deal?" TD demanded. "Did I offend you at one point and I just don't know? Am I a bad friend? What? Because clearly, I got on your bad side somehow before then!"

"Oy gevalt," Chuck rolled his eyes. "If I had a problem with you, would I have invited you to dinner tonight? No. Would I have agreed to have this menial conversation? No. Would I have agreed to hand over my daughter to your son? No," he remarked. "So, if you're taking my mood regarding my life personally, that's your fault."

"What- I don't-" TD gave up and sighed. "Fine... I guess you may be right... but I still feel like something's off."

"Something's off? Yeah, something's off. Y'wanna know what's off?" Chuck asked, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. "D'ah, forget it. Wouldn't wanna ruin my memory of the song that's playing by sharing," he muttered. "Ordinary Day, Great Big Sea. Big folk band where I came from." He changed the subject. "The record itself was a gift from a friend of mine, enchanted to be... kind of like a Spotify playlist but in the form of a classy record."

"Gareth- Chuck- Whatever you want to be called... just tell me, please," TD pleaded. "I hate not knowing what's wrong between friends."

"There's nothing wrong between us," Chuck replied flatly. "It's nothing that can be controlled; it's my own problem, and I'm dealing with it how I like to," he reasoned. "S'anyway, how's your red and quilled friend? Catch him yet?" he asked, a slight patronizing smirk curling on his lips.

"Friend... ha! Some friend he is at this point," TD remarked. "He breaks the rules on purpose, doesn't apologize, and when I confront him over it... he's just tells me to ship out. Too bad I've already done my sailing song."

"M'eh, someone's gotta break the rules. Without people like that, rules are just... there," Chuck sighed, looking to the cigar cutter he had picked up fondly. "Frankly, I'm kind of glad he was out there doing that," he said, not shifting his gaze from the antique trinket, and when he did finally shift his gaze, it was to the record on the phonograph.

"You're what?!" TD yelped. "Who's side are you on, Chuck? On that note, why are you so sensitive on whether you're called Gareth or Chuck? I let you call me by my real name all the time, and even Tempest doesn't mind me switching between names."

"I'm on my side, your royal high-and-mighty-ness!" Chuck scoffed. "How do you think it felt for me when I couldn't see my dad again, after you made that stupid rule, huh? He was my last family member from my home world who gave a damn about me. At least Red had the cajones to break your rule and let me keep in touch with him..." He grumbled, tossing the cutter back into the drawer on his desk with a thud. "Not that it matters now," he sighed.

"I said you could visit!" TD argued. "You could have asked me at any time! And I'm trying to keep you all safe! Red doesn't understand-"

"If I could visit, why did I have to get word that the old man died from Red!?" Chuck barked. "You'd think Mr. Godlike would have at least warned me about that so I could have said goodbye," he sneered before laying back in his chair in a sigh. "I knew it was gonna happen, but a little word would have been nice. He got to meet all his grandkids once, that's what matters." He took a long drag of the cigar. "So yeah, pardon me for not being amicable. Sorry I was a bit busy dealing with the death of my daughter during your 'be all-end all' war," he said, blowing a series of gray rings from his mouth.

"Is that what this is about?" TD inquired. "I didn't know he'd be dead, otherwise I would've let you visit sooner! And I'm NOT A GOD!"

"God-like, not God. Trust me, there's a difference," Chuck replied. "Now, don't you have a cat stuck in a tree to save or some old foe to fight off, Mr. Hero?" he asked.

"If there was, I wouldn't be here," TD growled. "You don't understand. This world means too much to me to let it fall like it almost has several times! That's what the ban is for; to keep things like that from happening... or at least, that's the intention." He scowled. "Apparently, some think that it's more or less making a prison."

"Mhm, build a wall and make the universe pay for it," Chuck replied, swinging his head down from where it lay on his chair and now staring at the mahogany on his desk. "Sure am glad this happened now, and not forty some years ago. Cripes, I don't know where I'd be if that were the case. Probably shooting up behind an Arby's or something," he chuckled.

"Arby's? That's the best you've got?" TD remarked. "Forty years ago, it wouldn't have mattered. You wouldn't even be in this world without me screwing up!" He then remembered. "Oh right... you don't remember... I wiped that memory."

"Gee, thanks, wanna wipe the past ten minutes from my brain next?" Chuck asked sarcastically.

"Hey, you consented to it," TD pointed out. "The only reason I would have of doing it without your consent is if you were my enemy." He then sighed. "Walls protect, yet I have an entire universe- no, several universes that whine and complain about it. Am I wrong to want to keep them safe, Chuck?"

"It's not really your job," Chuck shrugged. "Sometimes, bad stuff is just... meant to happen. Can't prevent it. Messes with nature, throws the grand scheme of things all out of whack. 'Course, you're no stranger to that," he remarked. TD glared at him for that, then sighed in defeat.

"Oh, maybe he's right. Maybe this whole thing is just a waste of my time," he muttered. "But I just... I feel POWERLESS if I don't do something! But at the same time, without anyone to fight..." He growled. "I feel like I'm losing my mind, Gareth. I don't want to lose another family, but I also don't want to lose the protection the ban can provide. But if I keep up the one, I'm eventually going to lose the other... What do I do? For once in my life as the Terror of Dimensions, if that's even what I can be called anymore... I don't know what to do..."

Chuck looked up from his desk, his brow arched. "I don't know if I'm the one you want to tell this. Because you wouldn't like any of my suggestions to fix that, no matter how genuine they are."

"Maybe not... but for once in regards to things like that, I want to hear them," the entity sighed. "I need to hear them. Not just from my family, or from a separated personality of my being... but from someone else..."

"Well, we don't agree on anything, we have a completely different point of view, I can never think of a time where we've debated on something that's ever ended well..." Chuck remarked. "Come to think of it, now I see why I'm the perfect one to call on this. Alright. I'll help you."

"Well, we did agree on-" TD started, then stopped himself. "Sorry. Fire away..."

"So, you feel powerless, huh?" Chuck asked simply. "Welcome to life for like... most folks out there." He chuckled, the chuckle evolving into a laugh. "What you need to do now... well, embrace that part of you. You've been walking around with this... phenomenal cosmic powers schtick for years, and believe me, nobody ever gets tired of it. But... maybe... just... focus on living life now. Just put all your focus on those close to you and let the rest sort itself out," he reasoned. "That's what I've been doing for... well... however long I've been around," he explained. "I'm not going to say nothing bad's ever gonna happen but... a singer I know of once said in his song, 'at the end of the day, you've just got to say it's alright'. I've had the worst few years of my life. Sweet Tooth is dead, Oddity died in one of the attacks on Ponyville, and earlier this year I got word my old man died. But... that's part of life, good and bad. You can't have one without the other. It's about learning to accept that and just... let the story unfurl. You understand what I'm saying?" he asked.

"I- I guess..." TD admitted. "But... I'm still scared... I lost so much before..."

"Yep," Chuck answered bluntly. "I'm not saying that isn't relevant, but loss is part of life and there isn't any changing that. Forgive me for psychoanalyzing, but I feel all this time having so much control over so much has made you a little blind to that," he remarked. "I can't control a lot of things, I couldn't control any of the losses in my life. All we can do, and all we should do is cherish the time we have with those we care about, and when their story is over... you just have to let it be over. Good times, bad times, we need both. It's not healthy to force one of those away. What I advise you do is just live a normal life, life a little more lassaiz-faire. After all, most everyone who isn't you or on a deity level of power has been living like that forever; it's how it was meant to be. I miss Sweet Tooth, I miss my dad, I miss everyone I've lost, but I understand that it was how it was meant to be, and... I've got a feeling one way or another it's just a 'goodbye for now' type of thing anyway," he concluded, a little smile on his face. "So, moral of the story is, we all get scared of what we don't know or understand; but at the end of the day, we've just got to say its alright."

TD stayed silent for a long time, to the point where if he wasn't looking in Chuck's general direction it would have been assumed he had fallen asleep. Then finally, a small smile crept on his face.

"While not the exact way I'd put it... you've used my own words against me," he chuckled. "And, you're right. I'm so used to being powerful, so used to being in control of things... I guess I did start to play the part of a god. But Existence doesn't need more gods. They need more people with good hearts... like yourself." He looked up at Chuck as he spoke now. "My life is anything but normal, and I can't make any promises on being spot on with your advice... but I'll give it a try. I will admit, being powerless, even if that's a figurative form, does have one good thrill to it: I don't know what'll happen next. And that excites me in a weird way." He smirked. "You probably should've gotten a Cutie Mark in being a psychologist or whatever they're called."

"Nah, I like entertaining folks better," Chuck chuckled. "Happy to have helped, if I did anyway."

"Oh, you helped a lot, Chuck," TD replied with a smile. "Now then, I believe we have some things to attend to?"

"I'd say it's just about that time," Chuck nodded.

"So, does this mean I can call you Gareth anytime I want?" TD asked, then smirked as he winked. "I'm kidding of course... I'd just call you that anytime I want to tease you. But what can I say? It's part of my charm... and my downfall in some cases."

"How charming," Chuck gritted his teeth. "Now get outta here, I gotta put my suit on."

"Chuck, you don't normally wear clothes. That's not an issue," TD chuckled. When Chuck simply glared at him some more, he sighed. "Fine. Later, skater!"

TD made a laugh as he disappeared in a fiery portal beneath his feet, and then it closed behind him, leaving Chuck alone. Mumbling a little, Chuck donned the suit he used to wear quite frequently as a performer, but it also doubled as a formal suit.

"Now all I need's the old wig," he chuckled to himself as he left the lounge, rejoining his wife.

"You were in there for a while!" she remarked.

"Yeah, and it felt like even longer," he replied, a little chuckle coming from his mouth. "The guests here yet?"

Only one more chapter to go, ladies and gents! And it'll be perhaps the best one I make yet.

Cya soon!