Chapter 16: The Hornet's nest

Booting up the file they could see who the leader was. A fat fatty fat fat who has a paper badge wearing a coat. He leads an army of clownshoes. Even though that the underground base has exact coordinates, it's blocked by a firewall that"s active from three outposts. Looking closer, these are manned by their brightest minds, 13 year old Roblox ipad script kids. "Well I think splitting up is the best idea. I mean we already defeated most of these people light work no reaction." Uncle Tom explained. In a general agreement everyone goes their separate ways yet again. "Well, how difficult can some kids be though?" The Dinglinator remarked.

It was 3 Am, so some spooky stuff happens. Finding a ghost costume he was ready to pounce. Looking from afar he could see some Roblox scripters ddosing people. He readied a prank. Traveling through some code he slid into one of their monitors. "Ok Phil, watch me do something nice." A scripter snarked while targeting accounts with viruses. It was time. The monitor went from showing screens to fading into static. "Uh, are you recording this, we're going to be rich!" "Okay Dill, I'll get the camera!" However, they weren't prepared for what was coming next. From the screen, a face appeared. From the face an entire body emerged. "Hey what's up guys Quandale Dingle here. *Rehehehe* I'm in your walls." The sheer presence and shock of seeing a real person made the scripters spontaneously combust. This along with him rigging the walls with high grade ordinance engulfed the outpost in pure inferno. Walking out with a cigar, Quandale throws the lighter at the outpost and the entire place explodes. Watching from a camera he saw how Jatthiason got hydrochloric acid and melted the outpost made from galvanized square steel. It was a shame he couldn't see how Tom and Mariana disabled their objective, but it would do.

Moving back to their old base they had time to get some rest. It had been the first time in days since Quandale could get some sleep but the dream awaiting was strange. "Well hello there. Didn't think this would work. I am Jarvis, or what you all call me "The Anomaly". Doesn't matter. It appears that you are really trying to stop me. Why don't you do yourself a favor and stop? What harm am I even doing? All I want is to become this reality's leader by force. Just know that soon enough everything dies in the end. Now, I hope you got along well with it, you'll be seeing her again. Not just that but so many others you have already met. Such a shame this is a prerecorded message, well, enjoy your last days." "Well that was a strange dream, nah, who cares anyway." Dingle shrugged off as he got up.

Meeting up with everyone else, they began moving to the underground base. Across the green squares of the metaverse they eventually stumble on an outhouse in the middle of nowhere. "Some*BODY*",The outhouse door was knocked open to see an ogre. However, he had to continue his daily routine and left. Looking inside it had the standard, a shower, a sink, a toilet, and a light switch. "Oh, come on, do we really have to go that way?" Tim complained. "Well, I guess if it's the only way then we must." Dingle admitted. "You know what, I might be able to find it, just let me see better." Uncle Tom said while flipping the light switch. The floor then begins lowering. "aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAÀÀÀÀÀ."

For the rubbish living conditions usually presented, the refined metal and baked lights really was surprising. They didn't get much time to enjoy the view as a few guards, looking like fat people with pudgy faces were closing in. Using the superspeed he definitely didn't forget Quandale rushed the squad into a room. The sudden lack of lights aside from the humming of PCs gave them the realization that they entered a bot room. The typing of keyboards filled the room. "Oh dang…" At the front of the room one of those Uttp members was shouting commands. "TYPE IN CAPS, USE RACISM, USE MISOGYNY, USE ANYTHING." Dingle then noticed the locked room where he presumed the member was at. "Let me try something." He engaged time stop and within those ten seconds, he blasted the door open, saw the ugly person, then snapped its neck, quickly returning back. "What, guy deserved it." Exiting the room they then find a map of the area. "Alright, throne rooms straight ahead." Aunt Mariana noted.

There was an eerie silence as they walked the dim hallway. Looking ahead, the door was locked and there was a note. "Note, execution chamber is closed. For the slow worker reading this, we switched around the marking for the execution chamber and the throne room. The throne room is actually in the resources area, make sure no one else sees this." "Okay that is too convinent." Uncle Tom stated, peeking into the room. The spike ceiling, the gas, and the lighter gave it away. "These children never fail to surprise me." Turning left the liminal hallways along with the dead silence was creepy. Each turn the lights grew dimmer until it was pitch black. From a flashlight, Tim saw that this was the room that read "Resources." Opening the door, the group went in pitch black with one final doorway. "The throne room." "Don't worry folks I'll do it." Quandale reassured as he pulled the door. However, instead of opening, the door falls down.

"DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY THAT EASILY?" The walls fell down and the lights shifted on, revealing a very large room like the hollowed out insides of a pyramid. Walls painted white, with a legion soldiers along with the entirety of the Uttp. "WE FOOLED YOU ALL, AFTER ALL WE ARE THE SIGMA MALES." From the back, there was a gaming chair and sitting on top was a man drinking gamer girl bath water from a chalice. "WE FOUND YOU EXACTLY WHEN YOU TERMINATED THE FIRST MEMBER. NOW YOU HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO RUN. *Screaming* BEHOLD!" A gigantic portal opened, obscuring the members. From the portal emerged an army. Aimbotters, stock cdi enemies, toilets, and many more abominations left. To conclude, two familiar figures exited, than the portal closed. "Ah finally, time for I, the GREAT Napoleon to get my revenge. I have my forces cornering you like how I corner my enemies in all of my battles." One figure said boastfully. "We meet again, Quandale." The other figure commented. "Oh great, this Napoleon Ai and whoever this thing is. Just who I was looking for." Quandale sighed. "You best not be thinking me of like an afterthought now, you only CHEATED out a win last time because you knew you could never best me, the one great Napoleon. Now, in a skill of wit and arimithic, I will reign supreme, you will fall, and once you buckle to the might of the French Empire, then so will everyone else." Napoleon continued. "And so we have this stuff again, Napoleon yapping his flap off and other person remaining oh so vague as always." "How dare you spit in the face of someone who simply outclasses you? The only spitting I will soon be doing is in your grave, since you clearly don't know how to bow down to a superior." "You act like you are so much better than everyone else when all you have ever done is steal the work of others and even then you somehow make it worse. I must say that literlly anyone else outclasses you. You know, the only good way you'd contribute is if you just stoped existing. I mean everyone else including your silent friend would do better than you even without this army." "ENOUGH, YOU HAVE SHOWN DISRESPECT ONCE TOO MANY. I will show you how the Austrians, how the British, how the Prussians, how the Russians, how everyone learned what happens if you cross the almighty French Empire. ARMY, AT-" "OKAY THIS HAS BORED ME. MY REINFORCEMENTS ARE AS FOLLOWS, A FROG LEG EATING MIDGET, A KITCHEN WORKER THAT CAN'T EVEN CLEAN, KANGAROO LOVING CRAZIES, CRINGE PIXELS, THINGS I WOULD SIT ON, AND LETS NOT FORGET MY OPPONENTS, THREE FURRIES, AND ONE BLACK GUY. YOU ALL SUCK, EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. I MEAN I CAN'T COMPREHEND…" During all of the leader's yapping, Quandale heard something else. "This is Jarvis here, Napoleon, Mirus, return to base, these things aren't worth our effort to protect. *Slightly louder* Quandale, if you are hearing this, you get this win just this once for free. *Loudest* Imagine only speaking in caps." "Let these brutes club their way against each other, we can't have our reputation tarnished by these pigs now can we?" "Yes, let's go." While the leader was rambling, the entire force left, just leaving the Uttp left.

*Now playing: Versus begining loop from ULTRAKILL* "You know, I am getting tired of listening to this guy not stopping yapping." Quandale finds an nft on the background and he feels himself feel motivated. He walks slowly towards the leader. "...FOOLS, WE DON'T NEED THOSE SWOJACK VIRGINS, HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING." "You know, I'm not going to sugarcoat it." Quandale stated as he cracked his knuckles and head. He then leaned backward."YOU REALLY THINK THAT WI-" *The Sonic boom from a slap so fast that it would cook a raw lamb without lamb sauce, also now playing: the rest of Versus* A heat wave erupts from where the slap took place, cooking every other member of the Uttp except for the leader, someone has to make an example. What lies next was the process of turning a Uttp member into a KFC sandwich. Each slap being faster than the speed of light, slapping seasoning, breading, and lamb sauce on top. Each slap was a minor compared to the sheer size of the leader's but each slap ensured it was cooked to perfection. First, a slap to the mouth so it couldn't yap anymore. What followed were slaps that slowly replaced it with KFC matter and that continued until the perfect patty was made. But he wasn't done yet, he then briefly went to the real world using his ability and got enough wheat to make two gigantic slices of bread. Then was the cutting part, good thing due to the size there was a lot to share. He cut it and gave some of it to Tim Jatthiason, Aunt Marian, and Uncle Tom. Since he had so much left, he decided to make a sign of good sportsmanship by sending pieces of it to Jarvis's forces. There was still so much, so he sent a good portion to Freeman and for the rest he kept it in a shulker box.

*End music* "Well, that was an interesting turn of events but at least you know how to make a good chicken sandwich." Jatthiason commented. "Oh right, the money, well they have some crypto mines down there somewhere. You'll find the thing you'll need there. We'll meet again." Quandale Dingle left and found the crypto mines. It was empty, sold for worthless cash, but in one of the piles, he saw it, one Ethereum. Once he got close, he was teleported back into the prison cell from all of this time ago. The figure wearing white and a grey backwards cap moved back. "Thank you for helping me, now that we have time, do you have any questions?" "Oh yeah, I saw someone like you in an add, can you explain that?" "Oh, that was me from long ago. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Crypto Luigi. I used to be a rapper, or I wanted to be one. I once lived in America, but I illegally moved to Syria to be with the love of my life. It was going so well. We had a family, and I was going to have a successful carrer as a rapper. It was going to be perfect. But then Atlas Earth happened. They uprooted my hopes of becoming a rapper and forced me to do that add. Ever since then, things have never been the same. We began strugling with basic living after that. I did all that I could, including an all or nothing scheme in 2019 involving landlords. Oh what a big mistake I made. When I returned home, my family was all dead, assassinated by those dastardly landlords. Then I felt true anguish and knew my time had come, just another failed dreamer. The bullet was supposed to kill, but instead of death, I saw something, true power. Cryptocurrency. With that, I got my rightous revenge on those landlords, how dare they do what they did. After that, I got arrested and here we are today." "A bit inappropriate, but one more question, for your rapping carrer, what was going to be your first song?" "Don't really have a title yet but these lyrics came from a dream and are done. Alright, here I go.

Crypto Luigi here, now let's wake those who went amimir.

I am a true rapper, not one of those fake cappers.

Now this one's going to be for my wife and family, Now a full spectrum of life you'll see.

Ranging from the eagles to the green and red stars, I've seen these juniors, these amateurs oh how badly they make bars.

Really needing gibberish, only true raps can be understood by the master of crisp

Relying on effects, true skill only I can detect.

But for fresh beginners, my will turns them into winners.

Sons make us all stable,

Without them life is unable,

Wives help us become sustainable,

Only by family can success be obtainable.

We together are the premium plan,

I myself am the one only man.

*Mic Drop*

"Dang, I'm just speechless." Quandale stood awestruck. He wasn't sure if he was feeling pity or legitimately heard the best rap of all time. It was just the execution, the perfect speed, the perfect background music, it was just perfect. "You know, have this KFC sandwich I personally made, you won the internet for today." "Well, thanks, have this, let it be the least that I can do." Crypto Luigi said while floating a coin to Dingle. "It may not be of use now, but it will help later. Now you best get going before Freeman finds us, I doubt he would like you speaking with criminals. And one final thing, say hi to the other three for me." After his farewell, Crypto Luigi made a portal back to Freeman's place. Quandale said one final goodbye before leaving the prison and the metaverse.