You are now Cherry, and you're growing tired of your brother's shenanigans! After you meet up in the dream bubble he rudely vanishes in the middle of a doomed Angelica's story. Now he comes back bloodied and covered in feathers.

"Where the hell have you been?" You demand.

"I was just paying a visit to our new friends." He responds.

"What new friends?"

"The ones in the session we're going to."

"You did? Did you see dad? Did you find the guy we're looking for?"

"Yes, I did. No, didn't see him. Didn't get to speak with him. I was busy killing sword wielding penguins."

"Why would you hurt innocent penguins?"

"From the looks of it they were prison guards, not the most innocent of professions."

"Maybe they were just hard working penguins trying to get by in this cruel world!"

"That actually sounds like some kinda crappy movie."

"I think that would be a pretty good movie."

"Happy Feet 3: Life Sucks Kids!"

"Anyway, back to how you got there. How did you get there?"

"I was able to detect a disturbance in the force."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No, I could feel someone's immense rage. I used it as a way to channel my mind ghost thing there."

"They must have been pretty angry for you to detect it, then use it as a way to materialize yourself."

"Yeah. I think they set the prison on fire!"

"Are these really the kinda people dad wants us to find?"

"I already like these guys!"

"You just like more anger to fuel your powers."

"I resent that remark!"

"No, it's totally false. I mean you only ripped up the black King so bad his minions barely recognized him."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Do you even remember that fight or were you too consumed by anger?"

"Well it is pretty hazy."

"You took on the black king's rage and used it as a weapon against him. That only made him angrier, which only made you stronger. You're one hell of a fighter when you get mad."

"Yeah, that sounds like me."

"I think you did most of the work during that fight, and Tim uses a fucking minigun as a weapon."

"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome!"

"As much as you'd like it to be, today isn't compliment Sam day."

"Can we make that a holiday?"

"No, we can't, haven't, and won't."

"Damn!"

"Hey," you hear Tim yell, "Guess who I met?"

"Jesus?" You ask rhetorically.

"No. I met that Brandon guy you're looking for!"

"Yeah, so did Sam."

"Did he have a full conversation with him too?"

"Now this is a story I want to hear."

"Aw! I thought we could discuss what festivities could be held on compliment Sam day." Sam whines.

"What is that?" Tim asks.

"That's Sam's new fake holiday." You reply.

Tim then fills you in on his conversation with Brandon.

"So," you begin after Tim finishes his story, "It sounds like they have an incredibly unstable and partially psychotic team."

"Yep." Tim answers quickly, "But then again most of our team is crazy too." This time he looked straight at Sam.

"I knew I liked these guys!" Sam adds with a large grin on his face.

"Anyway, they've met your dad!"

With the mention of the word dad everything else fades from your mind. They've met with him...he's alive, and better yet, he's there.

"Let's try to keep the talk off the old man." Sam suggests. This has been a real issue within the team. There have been more than a few fights over whether or not tracking down your father was worth it, and if so for what reason. Sam and Anelica believe it's better for the team is you execute him for his crimes. You, Elise, and Will want to hear his side of the story before jumping to conclusions. While Tim...well, Tim just kinda keeps the ship running.

"Yeah, Sam's right." Tim remarks, "We should try to talk about some less serious stuff. Met any cool dead people?"

"If we're talking about less serious stuff, let's talk about compliment Sam day!"

"No!" You and Tim say in unison.

"Fine then, I have an actual question then."

"What?" You ask.

"Once we get to this session...then what? Like after we deal with dad in whatever way we agree upon. What do we do after that?"

"I never really thought about it. Do you think the other group will let us go with them to their new universe?"

"Is that our plan? Just ask nicely and hope that we get invited to the crazy parade?"

"What else can we do? We have no other options really."

"We could always kill them all then take their universe."

"What is wrong with you!?"

"I didn't think you would like that option, but we need a backup plan!"

"I guess we could get their space player to try and send us back to our session."

"So we just go on another long cruise on the S.S. Hellhole back to our session. Just go back and go 'Hey Bill! We're back to actually do shit now!'?"

"I guess."

"There has to be a better way."

"At this point we don't haves much of a choice. We're in too deep."

"Well if all else fails we can just go feed ourselves to the Horrorterrors."

"I think things will work out" Says an unfamiliar voice.

You look up to see a ghost of someone you've never met. He sits on a rock dressed in a Seer of Time god-tier outfit.

"Things always work out," he continues, "But for you it will work out best if you just keep moving forward. The road ahead will be full of trouble and strife, but time heals all wounds."

With that the ghost dissapeared into another bubble.

END OF CHAPTER 23