PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
I don't normally preface a chapter with author's notes regarding my personal life, but I had a recent experience that I found worth noting here for you to hear as well.
Recently, I spent a two-week long vacation at my grandparents' house, where, as noted in the foreword, is where I first discovered Hey Arnold!, as well as had many other fond childhood memories, and was subsequently inspired to create this series and pitch it to Nickelodeon. While I was there, I flipped through their TV, I flipped to Nickelodeon to see what state the channel was in, partially hoping that perhaps they would at least be wise enough to rerun their classic Nicktoons as they used to.
Not only was this not the case, but the state of Nickelodeon is in even worse shape than I thought.
Of all the original properties that Nickelodeon posseses, all that was aired was the Little Yellow Menace, SpongeBob SquarePants (unsurprisingly), and its overly-marketed, coporate-created copaganda show P.A.W. Patrol, which itself was an extraneous airing, as it also aired on the adjacent channel Nick Jr., and was also bleeding over to a channel that at least theoretically is targeted for older children.
Again, no original Nicktoons, not even The Loud House, which is still in production.
What was aired was the followed sitcoms, all of which are syndicated works and not owned by Nickelodeon or Viacom in any way, shape, or form: Modern Family, Family Matters, and Friends. These three shows, combined with the two aforementioned Nickelodeon properties, comprised of the entirety of the programming block.
Once again, I am reminding you that I created this series to become the offical continuation of the shows, as well as see them gain mainstream attention and be aired once again. My campaign to do so is done by my petition, and I can only get as far as you help me. The situation is not going to get any better on its own, and I'm the only option you have to get there. Otherwise, it's more of this, and continued exploitation of SpongeBob. And that is to say nothing of the recent scandal that involved the usage of A.I. during a promotion during a football game.
Sign the petition here; it costs you nothing but a few minutes of time, and spread the word to as many people as you know. Further directives are listed on how you can help send a message to Nickelodeon. Type "chng-dot-it" into your web browser, then put this after it, then press enter:
/Bh9tktQ4mW
Lastly, if any of you live in the Central Florida area, I will be attenting MegaCon on Saturday the 8th. I plan to be meeting many of the comic creators attenting, with an especially high enthusiasm to meet Frank Miller, one of my biggest influences, so come on down, and you just might bump into me.
CHAPTER 11: INVADERS FROM IRK, PART 4
Somewhere in space, the Irken warship known as the Massive continues its trek through the stars, on a course for the Earth.
Aboard are the two Irkens known as the Tallest, who act as the rulers of the Irken race. Years ago, they had called for a full-scale invasion of the entire universe, sending sleeper agents to various planets to conquer them from the inside out, making them ripe for the Irken Empire to appropriate their resources.
The mission of the ship is to destroy the blue planet, annihilating all life on it.
The reason that they have set this mission for themselves is not for any of the life indiginous to the planet, but for a rogue agent of the Irken Empire that has caused more trouble than Empire cares to count., bringing the entire ire of the Irken race down upon him and the planet he now resides.
Once following a mission of intergalactic conquest of every planet within their reach, the Tallest have now recalled their invasion for the sole purpose of destroying the Earth, taking out both the third planet from Sol as well as their rouge agent, hoping to rid themselves of the problem he posed once and for all.
But the journey is no less tiresome as it is long, with even the urge for revenge failing to entertain the Tallest all the way.
"Are we there yet?" Purple asked.
"No." Red said.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"NO."
"Are we there yet?"
"NO!."
The scream made Tallest Purple remain quiet, no longer wishing to provoke his ruling partner.
"Well, sorry. This trip's a lot more boring than I thought it would be. How far is Earth, again?" Purple asked.
"A long ways away. So, how about you keep quiet and stop bothering me?" Red asked.
"But I'm bored."
Once lamenting that the trip was lacking in excitement, the bridge of the Massive went to alert, warning of an imminent threat.
"Almighty Tallest, there is another ship approaching." An Irken pilot declared.
"Oh, really? What is it?" Purple asked.
"It appears to be Vortian in design."
"Oh, wow, Vortian? I didn't think any of those were left. Is is it just me, or does it look... different?"
"It is upside-down, Almighty Tallest."
"Oh! ...Why is it upside down?"
"Outer space has no center of gravity, except for the interior of our ships."
"Oh, right. Well, give 'em a call."
"Purple, what are you doing? We're supposed to be heading to Earth to blow it up and kill Zim." Red said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just wanna make a quick detour out of this. Hail the ship."
"Yes, Almighty Tallest." The Irken pilot said.
Carrying out his orders, the Irken pilot hailed the ship, waiting for the hail to be returned.
"Do you think they know they're upside-down?" Purple asked.
"I don't care." Red groaned.
As the ship approached the Massive, the hail was recieved, returned with a response from those aboard the Vortian ship. The call the Tallest received was given by an alien obsured in shadow, showing only a pair of yellow eyes, with an army of aliens standing behind him.
Except the image, like the ship before them, was upside-down.
"Hello, Irken Empire. We meet again." The alien said.
The Tallest stood in silence at the sight of the upside-down alien, failing to recognize him or his voice.
"Uh, have we met?" Red asked.
"Yes, you have. We... are the Resisty!" The alien said.
Once again did the Tallest stand in silence, failing to recognize the voice or name, but snickers came from their declaration all the same.
"Hang on a second. Your name is 'The Resisty'?" Purple asked.
"Yes! You have asked us this once before!" The alien groaned.
"I don't remember."
"We had you nearly destroyed! The Resisty had nearly defeated the Irken Empire once and for all!"
"Uh, boss, that's not how I remember it." Another alien said.
"Yeah, we got our power core swapped out and had to abandon ship." A different alien said.
"Oh, would you just shut up?! I'm trying to-" The first alien shouted.
Then, the obscuring dark of the camera feed came to light, showing a handful of misfit aliens, most of them holding up cardboard pictures of more intimidating-looking aliens, with the head alien sitting at the chair of the ship, addressing the Tallest without the veil of theatricatlity on his side.
"Uh... Yes, that's right! It is I, Lard Nar! The Vortian leader of Resisty!" The lead alien shouted.
"Oh! ...Wait, who?" Purple asked.
"I said, I am Lard Nar! Leader of the Resisty!"
"Oh, alright, alright, I... seriously have no idea who you are. Do you know you're upside-down?"
"C'mon, seriously?! It wasn't that long ago that we first met! We pulled up with a Vortian ship, you said, 'Ooh, a Vortian ship, I didn't think there were any of those left', and you tried to shoot us with a big laser.. Ah, nevermind. Anyway, we, the Resisty, have resurfaced, and, after you forced us to self-destruct our old ship with your trickery, we made a new ship, and we have come to defeat you once and for all. We have seen your invaders flee from our planets, cowering like the... well, cowards... you truly are, and we come to confront you for the freedom of the universe. On this day, we shall celebrate our independence day for years to come, when we will have defeated the Irken Empire and liberated the universe..."
As Lard Nar trailed on his rant recapping their previous encounter, Tallest Red and Purple watched with boredom and disinterest, with Purple yawning and Red making a hand motion urging Lard Nar to wrap up his speech, which went ignored on account of ego and delusions of grandeur.
Becoming annoyed with the encounter, the Tallest secretly convened regarding the unwanted presence.
"Purple, do you seriously not remember who this guy is?" Red asked.
"Nope. He doesn't ring a bell." Purple said.
"Can we just blow him up? I'm getting bored."
"Yeah, this isn't as fun as I thought. Blowing him up oughtta be fun, though."
"Yeah. Alright, everyone, blast him. Let's make it interesting and fire all our lasers at him."
"Almgihty Tallest, should we not conserve our ammunition for when we arrive at Earth?" An Irken pilot asked.
"Nah, we'll have enough. I just wanna make the most of this detour. I want giant explosions."
"Yeah, yeah, me too!" Purple added.
Complying with the orders from the Tallest, the pilots went to work preparing the weapons of the Massive, aiming them straight for the ship of the Resisty.
"...and our children will remember and honor our efforts for all time, and our children's children, and our children's children's children, and our children's children's children's children, and our..." Lard Nar continued.
The Massive's bow began to light up various colors, each preparing to fire a deadly laser upon its sole target of the Vortian-built spaceship of the Resisty. Previously stuck in his self-absorbed speech of self-importance and self-fellatio, Lard Nar's ranting came to a stop as he saw the lasers begin to charge in front of him.
"And our children's children to the 36th power, and our children's children to the 37th power, and- Huh?" Lard Nar asked.
Sitting at the captain's chair of the Vortian ship, Lard Nar watched as the lasers reached their maximum charge, preparing to fire. The break from his self-absorption came too late, forcing him to come to terms with his own imminent mortality, and the destruction of his ship.
The rest of the Resisty also realized this fact as well, and their reaction is to panic about the ship.
"We're all gonna die!" One alien shouted.
"We failed our planets!" Another alien shouted.
"I want my mommy!" A different alien shouted.
Standing up from his chair, Lard Nar spoke up to the Resisty in an authoritative manner, prompting them to stop and listen, in hopes that they would find inspiration.
"My fellow members of the Resisty! Fear not! I have a plan that will see us through this yet. PANIC!" Lard Nar screamed.
Lard Nar's screams were the loudest among the ship, heard throughout the halls as he ran back and forth, but the reason why his screams were the loudest were by a technicality. Watching their leader abandon all sense of confidence and ability, the aliens of the Resisty watched him in unemotive disappointment, so thouroughly ashamed of Lard Nar that their own mortalities no longer seemed to matter.
"We picked this guy as the leader?" One alien asked.
"He was the one who built the ship." Another alien said.
"Eh. I blame myself." A different alien said.
Then, the Massive fired at the ship of the Resisty, blasting it to atoms in an instant, and killing everyone on it.
The death of the Resisty is instantaneous, but is prolonged by the many lasers that fired at their ship, reducing what would have remained as scrap metal floating throughout space into molecules and atoms, ensuring that nothing would remain of the resistance group, further cementing a lack of rebellion.
But this is not a concern for the Tallest, who merely watched the explosions with donuts and soda for snacks.
"Whoo! Explosions! Lasers!" Purple cheered.
"Yeah! Blow crap up! That's what I like! Whoo!" Red cheered.
The fireworks show ends promptly as it started, leaving the Tallest bored once again. Without their entertainment, their objective remains, and they return to it at once.
"Okay, show's over. Back on the road." Red orderd.
"Yes, Almighty Tallest." An Irken pilot said.
Moving back through space again, the flight to planet Earth continues, putting less and less distance between themselves and their target. With an entire fleet of Irken invaders behind them, an army is in waiting, with each member of the Irken Empire ready and anxious to invade a new planet, without the veneer of hiding and invasion, leaving only war and destruction.
But the Tallest are as apathetic as ever, forced to endure a long ride through space.
"Are we there yet?" Purple asked.
"No." Red said.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
The human experience can be boiled down to a basic dichotomy: Pleasure and pain.
Pleasure is the most desirable feeling that a human being can achieve, and is often sought out at any cost. It comes through outside experiences with the world, interacting with their own environment through the 7 senses, brought about by either alone, or with another human being to enjoy it with.
Pain can be found in all the same ways, and its impact is far different.
Pleasure is a fleeting feeling, attainable for only finite amounts of time. It must be sought out right after the moment ends to achieve it again, and the craving to receive it will not stop until the brain receives another hit of it. The comparison to drug use may seem obvious, but the inverse is true: There is pleasure, and, therefore, there is drug use.
Pain is a feeling that no sane person willingly seeks out, but, unlike pleasure, it remains. The brain associates pain with any action as a negative consequence resulting from it, registering it in a manner similar to a punishment, and that data remains in the brain as a permanent reminder not to experience that harm again.
Pleasure is what Rudy and Penny Tabootie have indulged in hours ago on this night, enjoying the company of each other and the sensory input of one another's bodies. It is a dance they make often, a uniting of an artistic brain and scientific brain to benefit each other, and further cement the love and bond they have.
Pain is what they both run from, each having their own share of it. They have sought out and currently take part in therapy to see their problems solved, in hopes that their pain would at last go away or at least be relieved. Both know that they have their own problems, but, as a married couple in love, they work together to get through it.
Pleasure is what their sleep feels like, getting the rest each of them needed for the long and busy days they work. They have two children under their care, and they do everything they can to provide for them everything they need in life, and do whatever they can to make them happy.
Pain awaits Penny Tabootie as her sleep takes a far less comfortable turn, with her brain conjuring up a memory that has scarred her forever.
Leaving a shaken Penelope struck with despair and a dying Rudy anxiously awaiting his death, Skrawl rushed to help Carol in her distraction against the Chalk King, hoping to give Rudy enough time to die and transform so that they may have a new chance at victory.
Still feeling unable to carry out the deed, Penelope continued to look at Rudy with unease; the harpoon still shaking under the grip of her trembling hands.
"Do it. Kill me." Rudy said.
While the request that Rudy spoke was meant to be a set of words of encouragement, Penelope felt everything except encouraged from his sentence. Hearing and feeling the absolute pain in his voice, his wounds and injuries continuing to grow stronger and pull his life away with each second, Penelope could not bring herself to finish off the dying Rudy Tabootie.
"Kill me! We don't have time! Your kids need me!" Rudy pleaded.
Once again hearing the plea of Rudy Tabootie, Penelope still found the task impossible; the blood-gargling voice bringing on a strong sense of guilt and disgust.
Even upon trying to put the faces of her children in her mind, she still could not find the strength to carry out the task, believing that she would be thought less of by her own beloved children; the only beings in the world that she had ever had love from ever since they were born.
"KILL ME, PENNY! KILL ME!" Rudy shouted.
With the scream let out by the dying Rudy Tabootie giving just enough of a jump to finally carry out the deed, Penelope landed the harpoon back into his chest, making this scream his very last as a mortal human being. Feeling the rush of the stab work its way through her body, Penelope stabbed Rudy again, and again, and again, not stopping on her task until she had finally completed what she needed to do:
End the life of Rudy Tabootie.
After many sharp, consecutive stabs to his body, and another good number for good measure, there was no more sign of life in the body of Rudy Tabootie. With the very last breath of air escaping both his mouth and puncture wounds, his final heartbeat no longer carrying oxygen to his brain, and his brain no longer able to function without its essential nutrients, the task was finally completed.
Rudy Tabootie is dead.
8 years of wonder and growth, 5 years of adventure and exploration in ChalkZone, 15 years of torture and survival, a few days of love and healing, and a few hours of glorious battle and pain in the name of saving his beloved ChalkZone, a lifetime of changes and turns in the short timespan of existence that is Penelope Sanchez:
Gone.
Seeing and feeling the blood on her hands from the atrocious act that she had just carried out, Penelope dropped the harpoon, her hands still shaking. Placing her head between her legs, Penelope finally began crying; no longer able to avoid the inevitable and forced to face the reality.
For many years, she had believed herself to have been somehow complacent or enabling in the supposed death of Rudy Tabootie after his disappearance 15 years ago. Being sent to a mental hospital for assistance, Penelope was so sure that she was guilty of ending his life in some way, only to be thrown further into confusion upon hearing that he still lived.
Now, after finally being convinced that she was not at fault for his death, she had officially caused it.
"NO!" Penny screamed.
Rising up from the bed in a cold sweat, Penny began hyperventilating, gripping herself in terrified agony and fear.
The scream had also woken Rudy from his own sleep, rising up in a panic as he looked around for a threat. Nothing in the room proved itself to be a threat, leaving the anxiety-ridden Penny to bear the brunt of his attention. Continuing to hold herself, Penny began crying, grieving over a death that, despite being averted, affected her deeply nonetheless.
The fit of crying and anxiety had made Penny blind to everything around her, until Rudy touched her shoulders, making her gasp and turn to him.
"Oh, god, Rudy!" Penny cried.
Grabbing Rudy in a tight hug, Penny began kissing him hard and heavily, as if trying to suck him in to her body. The torrent of affection makes getting the necessity of air a challenge, forcing Rudy to fight between basic self-preservation instincts and to provide his dearly beloved wife with the support she needed.
When Penny gained enough of her kisses, she pressed her forehead against Rudy's, taking in his breaths as he took in hers.
"Rudy... I can't keep doing this. I dream about this so many nights. But I know we can't talk about this. We can't give away ChalkZone. This feels so horrible, keeping this secret inside me. I don't know what to do." Penny panted.
Thoughts and ideas spring up in abundance in the art-inclined mind of Rudy Tabootie, and several are exerted on the goal of seeing his wife sleep peacefully, no longer to be plagued by her nightmares, reliving an image that laid unbearable trauma on her mind. To walk the balancing act of the safety of Penny and ChalkZone, options are limited down to none as he thought...
...leaving him with little option else but to hold his wife in his arms.
Their embrace lasted for a timespan that Rudy cannot recall, lasting only until he had seen her drift back to sleep at last. To see her sleep so peacefully, if only for another brief reprieve, gives Rudy enough relief of his own worries for her to ease his own stress levels, giving him his own needed relief.
Once she goes unconscious to sleep, however, he does not. Removing himself from the bed, he sneaked off from the bedroom they shared to one in use by his stepson, Carlos. Walking into the room like a thief into the night, Rudy crept past his stepson as he slept, dreaming much more peacefully than his own mother, going to his art supplies.
Not rummaging through these tools for work, his target is a tool meant for reaching ChalkZone, a magical place where he has spent a good amount of his childhood, and over half of his lifespan as a whole, the latter an achievement that was made against his choice.
Going through various pieces of White Lightning chalk, the chalk he seeks out is simply known as magic chalk. No one knows how it came to be in our own dimension, but it acts as a portal to ChalkZone, giving whoever wields the chalk the means to step out of this world and into the second dimension, filled with the countless ideas the collective human conscious conjures.
And, upon finding one piece of glowing chalk, he finds what he needs.
What follows from there is a short trip to the chalkboard, drawing a portal to step through it...
...followed by a mild trip to an old friend, who he believed could help with his troubles...
...followed by a long trip through his own memories, reaching the reason for his own troubles, and those of Penny's.
"We haven't seen you for a long while here, Rudy Tabootie. We all understand that you have your own life to live now, but surely you can stop to visit some of your old friends in ChalkZone, live a bit of your childhood again." Skrawl said.
The friend he has sought out is a Zoner by the name of Skrawl. Brought into being through a birthday party gift gone wrong, Skrawl was condemed to an eternal existence of having no discernable identity or purpose, living as a strange being that made no sense, even in a realm where the laws of physics are broken like a career criminal.
With the alliance of the Chalk King, Skrawl became responsible for all of Rudy and Penny's current hardships, destroying lives in the name of revenge. Despite his cruel deeds, Rudy and Penny came back together once more, meeting as adults, and meeting a step further than that as husband and wife.
Finally brought back from his urges for revenge, and nearly paying the price for his mistakes with his life, he as granted a new one, redrawn by Rudy Tabootie to become the drawing he was supposed to be in the first place, at last living in peace as a fulfilled being with a purpose.
His new existence is as a designer sofa. Strange that this desire may seem to some, it is all but natural to a Zoner to wish to be complete, and Skrawl has at last found the peace that was denied to him. And fitting to his new nature as a couch, Rudy laid on him to speak out his troubles, as though he were talking to his own therapist.
"I spent almost all my life in here as it is, Skrawl. I didn't live life as a regular person. I didn't get to go to high school or grow up with Penny, I didn't get to go to college with her, I didn't even get to go to any dances with her. I missed out on a lot of stuff. And it was all because of you." Rudy said.
Ashamed of his own wrongdoings, Skrawl went silent with a sigh. He does not offer an apology in return, seemingly not willing to ask for or even accept it.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I was such a fool." Skrawl lamented.
"It's funny. For all you did, I should want to hate you. I know I could've left you to drown in that water, be erased forever and never come back. But I couldn't bring myself to do that. There's still that part of me that still wanted to help you, even despite the things you did to me. How you ruined me. Or at least almost did." Rudy said.
"Why did you do it? You had no way of knowing that I wouldn't go right back to my old ways if you'd save me. I didn't even deserve to have what I always wanted given to me."
"It wasn't what you wanted, Skrawl. It was what you needed. Needed to feel whole. Everybody deserves that."
"Would you say the same for all the predators you've killed?"
Rudy went silent following Skrawl's counterargument, given an inconveinent timing to know that others knew of his vigilante outings.
"How did you know about that?" Rudy asked.
"Carlos comes to me sometimes. You're not the only one who comes looking for a listening ear. He couldn't bring himself to tell Snap or Biclops or King Mumbo Jumbo, or anyone else. He felt they would never look at you the same again. He knew that I would be willing to keep it a secret." Skrawl explained.
"What does he say?"
"A lot of things. He still loves you very much, and he's happy to have you as a dad. But he's also scared of you."
Rudy let in a sharp inhale, feeling as though Skrawl poked him in the heart with a hot needle with his words.
"He's scared of me?" Rudy asked.
"He knows what kinds of people you killed. He knows what kind of things they were guilty of, and what good you've done. But what he's scared of is that you're letting your anger get the better of you. That you hate something so much that you become worse in the service of trying to stop it." Skrawl said.
"I just... I just didn't want anyone to hurt like I did. I wanted to save kids."
"And you've saved plenty. But how? Arresting people, that makes sense. Killing in self-defense, that also makes sense. But butchering them? Hacking them to pieces? Is this really about trying to kill the bad guys, or trying to kill something in yourself?"
The question forced Rudy into silence, forced to confront a deeper truth in himself that he did not like.
"I don't know. But I don't like that part of me. That much I'm sure of." Rudy said.
"How so?" Skrawl asked.
"There was... this one case I followed across the country. This... man, he... he kidnapped kids and... they weren't seen until later... what was left of them. I read about what he did in the news, how the cops hadn't caught him, and I decided to do something about it. I found him, talking to a little girl, offering her an orange, and he started leading her out of town. While he wasn't looking, I put a homing bacon on his back, and followed him. He made it out of the city limits, about to do what he was planning on that little girl, but I stepped in and caught him. But I didn't kill him. First, I dragged him off to some abandoned warehouse, somewhere where nobody would find either of us. I still didn't kill him. When I read about what he did, I wanted to make him suffer. Like he made those children suffer before they died. So I drew a baseball bat. And I started beating him with it. I did it for the longest time, breaking a lot of bones in his body, making him spit up some blood. I thought each beating would feel better as I kept doing it... but it didn't. I just felt like I was prolonging the inevitable. So, I was about to beat his skull in and finish it, but... but I just couldn't do it."
"Why not?"
"In between his coughs, he started begging me to spare his life, asking why he deserved to die, and telling me everything that was wrong with his life that made him turn out the way he did. I've heard plenty of people give me that same speech like he did, even thought about letting them live a few times, but I never did. Not until him. I don't know what it was, whether it was something in what he said or how in the way he said it... but... I think it was just something in me just finally gave in. Like I finally killed the thing I tried to kill, and I wasn't doing anything anymore. Then, I just started crying. This man killed children and did all kinds of unspeakable things, and I just started crying after what he said. I dropped him off to the police instead, and he was more than willing to confess. That was the end of him, but not how I felt. When I got home, I ran in the shower and stayed in there for what felt like forever, just crying. I don't know why I felt that way."
"Maybe it's something like growing up."
Skrawl's explanation brought intrigue to Rudy, prompting him to listen carefully to what he would say next.
"What does that mean?" Rudy asked.
"I don't know. Maybe you latch onto an idea that you think fit your life, some sort of goal that you wanted, but you realize it wasn't worth it in the end. A case of 'careful what you wish for', I suppose. But when you realize it wasn't what you wanted or what you were meant to be, you move on and try again. I know that much from experience. I mean, look at me now." Skrawl chuckled.
A snicker came from Rudy, sharing in Skrawl's levity at the serious moment that they shared.
"For a long time, I put the sword in your hands, and you used it most of your life. Maybe, something finally took the sword out of your hands." Skrawl said.
A look of relief came to Rudy's face, finding something close to an answer to the troubles he had in himself, imploring to find more.
"You've got a family to take care of now. You shouldn't spend your life on anger and revenge. If you want to put that anyone, you put it on me and get it over with. I'm the one who deserves it." Skrawl said.
"I can't do that. You know I can't. Besides, if you want to play the blame game, you said yourself for the longest time that it was my fault that you turned out the way you did at first. That was what made you get me stuck here. So who made who?" Rudy asked.
"Does it matter?"
Silence came once again, making the two come to self-reflection, soon to turn that reflection on one another.
"I've forgiven you for what you did to me, Rudy. It was a long and arduous process, but I got there. And I can tell you this much: I do feel better for it. I feel at peace again. You might not have much reason to forgive me, and I may not deserve it, but maybe it's not me who deserves anything. The question is: Will you allow yourself to deserve it?" Skrawl asked.
Keeping quiet with his head moving about in an awkard search for a way out of the subject he was in.
"Look at me. I came here looking for a way to help my wife, and I'm here talking about my own problems. How selfish am I?" Rudy asked.
"You can't help others without helping yourself first. I had a lot of help with King Mumbo Jumbo, Barney the Encyclocentipedia, and a lot of Zoners who are smarter than me before I got to where I am now. How do you expect to help Penny through when you're still dealing with your own problems?" Skrawl asked.
"We're working through them together."
"You're both trying to help each other, but you haven't helped yourselves yet."
Clenching his teeth, Rudy groaned in frustration, feeling his emotions conflict with one another.
On one hand, he knows that what Skrawl says is true, and the efforts that he has made with Penny has not gained him any ground on his own recovery, or helped hers in her own. He knows that Skrawl himself has felt this work from personal experience, and has Zoners with knowledge going back centuries to advise him.
On the other, there is still a burning fire of anger that exists in him for what Skrawl did, and, regardless of all the progress he has made, the one rubicon he has not crossed, this subject has helped him see it. Still is there the irrational anger that overrides the rational, making him unwilling to give in.
And his lack of surrender is made clear in words.
"I know why you did what you did. I don't hate you anymore for it. But I don't know if I have the strength for that. Not yet. I still deal with a lot of problems myself. And it isn't just me that you did this to. It's also Penny that has to live with it. I can't forgive you for what you did yet." Rudy said.
Though expecting the answer, Skrawl nonetheless nodded in acceptance, understanding the reason behind Rudy's choice.
"I understand. I will do everything I can to try to earn that forgiveness, no matter how little I deserve it, but I know that it can't be given so freely." Skrawl said.
"For your sake, Skrawl, and for mine, I hope I can give it one day." Rudy said.
A world without a Green Eye is a sad one, but it is also a more dangerous one.
Without its ultimate symbol of peace and justice, the world no longer has an image to look up to, and no longer has an example to follow. The world itself is also riddled with plenty of problems, some of the most dire being untreated mental illness and poverty, which make an awful mix in a hypercapilaist country such as the United States.
There are those who try to make a difference, whether it be on the smaller, local scale or through the bigger, national scale, but the efforts, more often than not, are not big or bold enough to truly change the situation at hand to make life better for the rest of the people in this country.
As a result, people will always turn towards evil, and the problem is made all the worse without a Green Eye.
"This marks the 5th consecutive day of the murder spree of newlyweds Marty and Mary Malick, counting a victim total in the dozens. In latest developments, the serial killer couple was last seen heading for Detroit, where several police officers were shot dead by the Malicks, and a family heading out of the city on vacation. The victims were revealed to be a family of four: Quincy and Olivia Boulder, with their two children, Woodrow and Julianne. The mother and father were shot dead, as well as their son, but the body of the baby Julianne was not seen at the scene, prompting a manhunt for the baby girl. No updates have been made in the search for Julianne, but many have began assuming the worst for the baby girl in the hands of a pair of spree killers." A news report said.
Watching the news report on a portable television were the infamous Marty and Mary Malick, hiding out in an abandoned warehouse to remain out of sight of the law. Their attempts to lay low were defeated by the crying Julianne Boulder, swaddled and held in the arms of Mary as she tried to calm the baby.
"Can you believe they'd imply we'd kill a little baby girl? Man, the news loves to show the worst of people and try to make it worse, don't they?" Mary groaned.
"That baby cries any longer, I might just lop the little bitch's head off. If it wasn't for your idea to have a baby this early into our marriage, I wouldn't be as patient with the damn thing." Marty sneered.
"Marty, how dare you speak about our baby girl that way! We're gonna give her all our love, and, now that her family's out of the picture, there ain't gonna be nothing between us and her. You're gonna be a good daddy, too. You just need to lay off the urge to kill everyone in sight."
"Coulda just had a baby in the old-fashioned way, you know."
"And go through the whole beauty of childbirth? No, thank you. I'm happy to adopt."
The banter between the two killers is believed to be unheard by anyone else, but it is picked up by a figure hiding in the shadows, positioned atop the warehouse.
Formerly known as Valiance, this figure calls himself Vindicator. His namesake comes not only from a desire to do good and bring the goodness out of others, but also to prove his own worthiness to exist, he fights crime as the Green Eye would do, acting hard and swift, but without death.
Though knowing of the death that these two have brought, he would be a liar to claim the thought of relapse did not tempt him.
Moving through the shadows on the roof of the warehouse, Vindicator stays out of sight of the killer couple, positioning himself to make his attack. Stealth is a concept that he only some familiarity with, opting instead to attack with guns blazing high, acting as a living tank against any target he chooses.
With the sake of an innocent life at stake, and an infant life at that, he dares not make any risk that is not necessary to down his targets. Despite his lack of experience, he fares well to stay into the dark, maintaining a discreet profile and makes no noise, maintaining his goal of stealth well.
However, for the last few months, he has been suffering painful headaches, and required medication in order to get through them. He has been lucky enough to have them strike at more convenient times, when he is not in the midst of a pursuit or a fight (though, of course, few would call the experience of a headache 'convenient')...
...but one comes to him now, when it becomes very inconvenient to his mission.
Losing his sense of balance, Vindicator had slipped from a perch he sat upon, knocking over dirt and rubble with his foot. The rubble had fell and hit the ground, making a clattering noise as it made its impact, catching attention from the killers that he was carefully trying not to catch.
Looking up from the fallen rubble, the Malicks saw Vindicator sitting on his perch, holding up their firearms.
"It's Valiance!" Marty called.
"Shoot the bastard!" Mary shouted.
Aiming their firearms art Vindicator, the Malicks sent several bullets flying in the air, several impacting against his body. Armored to the teeth in a metal suit fashioned after a medival knight, the bullets merely bounce off him, leaving the man inside completely unharmed.
The noise, however, greatly affected baby Julianne Boulder, who screamed her cries in response to the gunshots.
As the gunfire ascended, he descended with a jump, reaching into his utility belt to retrieve weapons of his own. His choice were a series of shurikens, preparing to throw them into the arms of one of his enemies. His choice is an obvious one, choosing Marty, as Mary currently held the baby, and could not risk harming the infant.
Throwing the shurikens into Marty's arm, his target cringed in pain, forcing him to drop his weapon. Upon landing, Vindicator grabbed the gun, pointing it at the Malicks.
Though Marty was without a handgun, Mary still possessed hers, and, rather than aim it at Vindicator and waste any more bullets, she put it against the head of baby Julianne, ignoring her cries. Unwilling to give Vindicator a clear shot at his wife, Marty stood in front of her, acting as a human shield.
The sight did not deter Vindicator, who still held the gun up to his target.
"Not gonna work, Valiance. Word on the street it, you aren't a killer anymore. Hell if I know why, maybe you got religious or something after Hillwood. So, here's the new score: You drop that gun, or we kill the brat." Marty said.
"We can always get us another one, or, if need be, we can get a new baby the old-fashioned way. The only way you can get a clear shot to me is if you kill my hubby, too, and you won't do it." Mary added.
"You're wrong about about three things." Vindicator said.
"Oh, yeah? Like what?" Marty asked.
"First, my name's not Valiance anymore. It's Vindicator. Second, I might not kill, but that doesn't mean I rule out bodily harm, if it's necessary. Third..."
Vindicator pulled the trigger to the handgun, firing at Marty.
The bullet did not hit any of his vital organs or make any killing impact, but what it did impact was an organ resting between his legs, severing it from his body and mutilating what rested below it. The work of the bullet was not done with Marty; its path also lined up with the groin of Mary, firing through her crotch and mutilating the sensitive anatomy within.
Both members of the murderous Malicks realized the injuries they both sustained, and immediately began to scream, falling to their legs as they grasped at their bloody, destroyed genitals. Mary's pain led her to drop both her gun and baby Julianne alike, sending her falling to the ground...
...but Vindicator swept in to catch her, and, in the arms of a protector, Julianne rested against his body.
"...I don't think either of you deserve kids." Vindicator finished.
As Marty and Mary Malick continued screaming in pain, Vindicator gently set Julianne on the ground, lightly rubbing her cheek with his finger. The careful touch of her hand continued to calm the baby down, feeling safe and sound, fulfilling the childhood fantasy of a young girl to be saved by a white knight from danger.
The sight of Julianne happy and safe makes Vindicator smile underneath his helmet, but also underneath his helmet, his headache began to return, hitting him far more fiercely and intensely. Grasping at his helmet, Vindicator fell to his knees, groaning as he felt the pain start to affect his vision, making it blur.
Baby Julianne crawled up to him in concern, grabbing at his cape and innocently tugging it, silently pleading for his safety. Trying to secure his own safety, Vindicator reached for his utility belt, attempting to secure a bottle of medicaton and stave off the headaches once again.
As he opened the mouth to his helmet, his attempts to do so were interrupted with Mary Malick jumping onto his back, strangling his neck.
"You better not have sterlized me, you son of a bitch! You're gonna pay every penny for my pussy reconstuction surgery, and make sure I get the husband stitch for my Marty!" Mary screamed.
The stranglehold Vindicator was in forced him to drop the bottle of pills, watching it roll across the ground and out of his blurred eyesight. Feeling Mary Malick angrily strangle his throat, her pain and rage fueling her strength, his supply of oxygen ran low, making his already hindered consciousness begin to fade.
Fueled by his own desire to live, Valiance threw a punch back to Mary's crotch, impacting her already damaged and bloody region with more pain, making her bleed more and scream. Forced to tend to her wounded womb, she fell off Vindicator, grasping at her bleeding crotch.
Grabbing her hands and holding them up, Vindicator proceeded to kick Mary in the crotch as many times as possible, making her scream louder and bleed more with each boot to her groin. Fuelled by his own survival instincts, Vindicator does not spare her any mercy, ensuring that she will not strike back again.
Soon, the pain is so sharp and intense that it makes her mind shut down, leaving no more screams out of Mary's mouth, and her eyes rolling back in shock. Releasing Mary Malick, Vindicator watched her fall to the floor, with only her breathing and twitching serving as the sign of life.
Once again, Vindicator fell to the floor, feeling his headache become so intense it crippled his ability to move. Still grasping at his helmet, he began to believe that this moment would be his last in life, and, while he may have saved the life of a baby girl, he would have not sufficiently paid off the debt in his soul.
Then, as if a sign from a higher power to grant him the means to continue, the baby Julianne crawled up to Vindicator with his bottle of medication. Understanding the baby girl's kind gesture, Vindicator grabbed the bottle from her, but not before reciprocating her kindness with his own.
"Thank you." Vindicator groaned.
Opening the bottle, Vindicator consumed a pill, swallowing it without any water. Though a lack of any liquids might make the journey of the pill painful, Vindicator cared not, only concerning himself with making the headache stop and he might continue on another day.
It is a long and arduous process to see the pill work, but it soon does, and his vision comes clear again, as does his mind, the former allowing the latter to process the baby Julianne looking to him in wait. As his pain at last left him, Vindicator stood on his own two feet again, facing the baby girl.
As police sirens began to sound, Vindicator picked her up, safely carrying her outside to the incoming police.
Handing the baby off to a police officer, Vindicator ran off into the night, escaping the sight of the local police, and off on his own. Within the dark alleys and lonely rooftops, he is given the space and the time to be by himself, where he can contemplate on the incident he had suffered in peace, and recognizing what consequences could have come had the worst happened.
And, most importantly, how much time he has left on Earth.
[Soundtrack Cue: Channel X - Rave the Rythym]
The hormone is a cruel creation of evolution.
When the existence of life has the sole objective to survive, it will mutate and conjure up anything that will help it reach its goal. A living creature must reproduce in order to fulfill this goal of self-sustenance, and sexual reproduction is how many creatures on Earth accomplish this goal, recombining genes to find the most suitable to survive and thrive.
Human beings are one of the many creatures that reproduce in this manner.
But being conscious and aware of this process, it has become more complicated than it need be.
The most challenging is puberty, when one's body changes to become suitable for producing offspring. This process is arduous and causes mental anguish for those subjected to this transformation, forced to feel and think emotions and concepts that they would not normally pay any mind to.
The hormone is responsible for this change, and it fills the air of a club known as the Ninth Circle.
A popular gothic nightclub in Amity Park, it is the home for many confused and troubled teenagers to get their minds off of their current problems in life, or attempt to solve them with sex and drugs. On paper, this nightclub would not allow access to anyone under the age of 18...
...but the process for obtaining false I.D.s become incredibly easy in the era of technology and information, and it is how Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and others from Casper High have made their way into the club. Inside the troubled mind of Danny Fenton, the environment he was thrusted into found less concentration, what little of it existed in his head, and a series of sensory stimulations that swept away all his thoughts.
The loud, blaring music drowned out all other sounds, its repetitive rythym throwing his mind into a trance, the flashing rave lights forcing his eyes work harder to make out any distinct shapes, and the smell of bodily sweat and pheromones going through his nose, activating primal urges that began superceding his conscious mind.
To an anxious teenager barely comfortable in his own skin, these feelings are not to his liking, and his first instinct is to leave.
"Sam, can we leave? I wanna go home." Danny said.
"Hell, no, Danny. We just got here. And we paid top dollar for those fake I.D.s. I promised I'd take you out for a night of fun, and that's what I intend to do right now." Sam said.
"I don't like it here. It's too loud and dark."
"That's where half the fun is, you'll get used to it."
Dragging him further into the nightclub, Sam further subjected him to the sights and sounds and smells of the Ninth Circle, further impacting his unbalanced mind with sensory input that only put his thoughts and mental state further away from wellness, with Sam selfishly taking him inside.
On moving through the club, the two bumped into a pair of schoolmates who also did not belong in this club, but found their way in by extralegal means similar to theirs. The two they encountered are Dash and Paulina, two of the most popular students from Casper High, dancing to the club's music together.
Fans of their work, Dash and Paulina happily greet the pair as they bumped into one another.
"Hey, look who it is! The best goddamn writer since Shakespear, and his artist girlfriend! How you guys doin'?!" Dash called.
"Doin' fine, guys, how are you?" Sam asked.
"Just fine, girl. You guys got in, too?" Paulina asked.
"Yeah. Danny's a little stiff right now, I'm trying to loosen him up a bit. Got any suggestions?"
"Get him a shot, I'll pay for it! Least I can do!" Dash offered.
"He's not into alcohol. What else you got?"
"I got something." Paulina offered.
Reaching into her pocket, Paulina pulled out a pack of LSD strips. Upon seeing the psychedelic acid offered, Sam's eyes lit up in excitement.
"Oh, hell, yeah! Perfect for both me and Danny! How long does it take to kick in?" Sam asked.
"Not that long. It goes to work real fast." Paulina said.
"Bring him over, and let's start partying!" Dash called.
Turning her head in the expectation of seeing Danny, Sam looked to see him absent, putting a roadblock in getting him high.
"Shit, I'll go find him! Don't start it without me!" Sam called.
"We're right here and ready when you are!" Paulina called.
Wading through the crowds of ravers, Sam looked around to find a trace of her boyfriend, working with less than no clue as to where he could have went to on his own in the club. Frustration settles in for her, both out of the unnecessary act of her task, as well as the delay in enjoying the acid for herself.
Soon, she is lucky to find him at the bar, receiving a glass of water from the bartender.
"Thanks." Danny said.
Taking a bottle of medication out of his pocket, Danny prepared a pill in his hand, preparing to make use of his glass of water to take it. Just before he could take the his perscription, however, Sam grabbed his hand that held the pill, preventing him from taking his medicine.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sam asked.
"I need my medicine, Sam. Jazz wants me to make sure I take my meds." Danny said.
Taking the pill out of his hand, Sam dropped it on the floor, crushing it under her boot, much to Danny's dismay.
"You don't need that crap, Danny. Your sister doesn't know what you really need. You said yourself that your meds weren't even working." Sam said.
"Those were the old meds. These are new ones." Danny explained.
"Whatever. You don't need big pharma or any of their junk in your head. Here, we got something way better for you, and way more fun, too."
Returning to Dash and Paulina with Danny's hand in hers, Sam returned to see the Paulina readying a strip on her finger.
"Just in time! We almost started without you!" Paulina called.
"Ready when you are now, the guest of honor's ready for his hit!" Sam called.
Placing the strip of LSD on her tongue, Paulina brought Sam closer to herself, putting their foreheads against each other. Sticking her own tongue out with the strip still on it, Paulina met her tongue with Sam's, spreading the acid for both of them to cosume, soon moving into a kiss proper with the gesture.
Danny looked on the display of affection with confusion and some betrayal, but Dash grabbed him by the shoulder and cheered, laughing in joy at the sight.
"WHOO-HOO! It ain't a party until all the girls start kissing, ain't that right?" Dash shouted.
Once the girls finished their kiss, they both moved to their respective men, grabbing them both by their faces for a kiss. Dash is more than eager to fulfill Paulina's request, bringing her in a hold, sharing a more sloppy and intimate kiss without the slightest care for any others...
...but Danny is far more uncomfortable in the kiss, aware of the drug on her tongue, and what effect it will have on him, to say nothing of how he felt towards her affectionate gestures in public, much less after she finished sharing a similar gesture with another woman.
Breaking off the kiss, Sam looked back at Danny with lustful eyes and a panting breath, feeling the drug start to take affect on her mind.
"Here we go, Danny. Get ready to have some fun." Sam said.
"Sam... Please... I really don't... want... to..." Danny tried to say.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
The LSD takes full control of his mind.
In contrast to the typical affects of LSD, having their visual input dissolving and showing bright and colorful sights coming in the form of fractals, what happens instead for Danny Fenton is a different sort of dissolution, as if seeing two different visions and realities start to mesh together with one another.
In one reality, Sam Manson is a rebellious goth girl, playing the part of the tempting Jewess pulling him into sin and debauchery.
In another reality, she is his wife, and his partner in hunting and capturing ghosts.
Only glimpses of this second reality can he catch, but intense focus allows him to tune into it better, as if tuning the aperature of a camera. When he put himself in this reality further, it became far more vivid, more real than the reality he knew, and his own self-image turning into that of another version of himself.
As his phantasm comes to clarity, he can see Sam Manson, now christened Sam Manson Fenton, donned in a full white wedding dress to boot. The setting is not the Ninth Circle, but their bedroom, where they share it for the first time as a married couple, and plan to spend it for many more nights.
The first night is a mostly awkward one, as the two stood in their Sunday bests, standing in front of the other with little knowledge of what to do.
"Well... Here we are." Danny chuckled.
"Yeah. Finally married." Sam giggled.
The awkward setting allowed for a few laughs to lighten the tension, but it returned with greater significance, shown by a look of seriousness on Sam's face as it turned to the side. Vigilant to her emotoinal needs before and after their wedding vows, Danny stepped forward to grasp her shoulders, reassuring her of her troubles while also trying to troubleshoot them.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong? We just got married. This the the start of the rest of our lives." Danny said.
"I know, it's just... It's funny to think how far this all went. I was always the troublemaker, trying to be the rebel of the family." Sam said.
"Well, who could blame you? Your family's kind of a bunch of stuck-ups."
"Yeah, but... I just can't help but think how I might've turned up if I didn't have Danny Phantom in my life. Or... you know... how you might've turned out without Danny Phantom in your life."
"I am Danny Phantom. Want me to go ghost to prove it?"
"No, I mean... How many people get this privliege of yours? To be a hero? To have all that power and use it for good?"
"Not a whole lot."
"Exactly. But you wouldn't be the kind of person you are if you weren't also Danny Phantom, and neither would I. I'm just glad we have the life we have. Thankful for it."
"We don't have to worry about that tonight, or any other night. Tonight, this is about me and you."
Keeping his hold on Sam's shoulders, Danny leaned in for a kiss. As Danny kept his gentle hands on Sam, Sam, in turn, moved her hands onto Danny's back, both feeling the other's body as they also took their tastes of each other. It is a romantic scene that sets the mood well for a first night following their wedding...
...and, as their clothes started to come off, it moves on to the consummation steadily enough.
While in reality as it is currently known, the otherworldly experience made Danny fall to his knees, his head tilted sideways and down with dreamy, glazed eyes, showing no signs of connection with his consciousness or the real world. Stuck in his drug-inspired dream, he has no intention of leaving, and loves it more than he loves the real world.
The unusual reaction is taken note of by the other 3 he shared the drug with, who, despite being high as well, can comprehend his addled state, but not the issue with it.
"Hey, man, he's really tripping out." Dash joked.
"Yeah. You got some good shit, don't you?" Sam asked.
"You know it. You guys wanna find a back room and... have a little more fun together?" Paulina asked.
"I'm up for it. Danny, you in?"
Still comprehending the reality that once was, Danny responded to a different Sam, misunderstood by the current Sam as consent.
"Yes, Sam... Yes..." Danny moaned.
"He's game. Let's go." Sam said.
"Here, I'll help you carry him." Paulina said.
[Soundtrack Cue: My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult - Nervous Xians]
Sam and Paulina both carried Danny to their destination, with Dash following behind them. With hormones running high and drugs intensifying all emotions that came with them, sex is hot on all of their minds, feeling a sense of immortality and sensuality akin to the gods of Rome and Greece.
In the mind of Danny Fenton, his mind once again began to sense both realities, with one foot of consciousness in each, experiencing neither clearly.
Transposed with this current reality was a past reality of Danny laying his wife down in bed, sharing a kiss as their naked bodies ran against each other. Intimacy, the desire for both of them to become one, os all they can think of, and all they desire, making this a special activity only they can share.
The Sam of this reality is much more liberal, viewing this area of the human experience as one to be shared with others rather than savored alone. As she kissed Danny Fenton, she allowed him to be kissed by Paulina as well, tasting a mixture of her saliva and his own.
The Sam of the past reality shares the taste of herself with no one but Danny, and she gives it to him willingly and enthusiastically, holding and lovingly groping his body with care and appreciation. Danny follow the same motion on her body, touching her in a way that displayed his own love for her.
Both Sam and Paulina of this reality explore Danny together like a toy, touching and grabbing him with only their own sexual interests in mind. Eager to get his clothes off, they strip him without care or concern, making him their personal object of pleasure in ignorance of his mental state.
His mouth explores not only the mouth of his wife, but the Danny Fenton of the past reality also the rest of her body, ensuring that she is touched by marks of his love on every inch of her. He takes his time to spend it on the most sensitive and special parts of her anatomy, taking her mind to glorious heights of euphoria.
The mouth of Paulina explores but one part of him as Sam does the same to Dash, both engaging in an act of swinging to try each other's significant others. Strong and dominant as he is, Dash not only keeps a strong hold on Sam's head to push it further down, but also reached out to Danny's face and held it, kissing him as well, enjoying the taste of a less masculine boy.
Pleasure and vulnerability are what Sam of the past reality feel, humbled and purified in the fires of esctacy that stole away any troubles in her mind. She feels at an ultimate peace, brought about by the most special shared intimacy, and, wishing to give that great height of peace in return, she used her own mouth on Danny as he did to her.
Laid down on a bed, the Danny of the current reality was made to allow Dash to explore homosexual exploits as he used his mouth for his own pleasure, where he was only half-conscious to experience it. The penetration is something Danny has not and could not prepare for, making him gag and soon vomit as soon as Dash has what he desired out of Danny.
Once they have had their fill of merely exploring one another's bodies, the Danny and Sam of the reality that once was make their bodies one. The act of fulfillment gives meaning to both of their lives, and deepens the connection that they have shared throughout the years, and strengthen it for years to come.
In the reality that now is, Sam and Danny make their bodies one as well, but not for the purpose of love and intimacy. This is an act purely of pleasure, with love and care thrown to the winds, and the desire to fulfill a hunger, to scratch an itch, is all that Sam concerns herself with.
Moving slowly and gentle, the Danny that once was treats his newlywed wife with the utmost care to see her get her pleasure. He is rewarded with more loving embraces and kisses, with moans that come from her mouth that urge him to continue what he does, and he does so with greater enthusiasm.
Sam of the reality of now moves at her own pace, concerning herself with only her own pleasure. Paulina, having had fun with Dash on her own, joined with Sam, sitting on Danny's face to receive her own pleasure from him. As the two made use of Danny for themselves, they engaged in sapphic pleasure with kisses and fondling, feeding each other's bodies with touches.
Of the married couple that once was, they act not to receive pleasure for themselves, but to grant it to one another. Danny and Sam act on trust, allowing one to move in the service of the other, and it elevates their own pleasure greatly as a result, reaching highs that very few can reach.
Sam of the true now comes close with her selfish desire for an orgasm, receiving many throughout their session, but none coming close to what she once had in her past life. In subsitute of privacy is perversion, brought to greater extremes when Dash placed himself between Sam and Paulina's mouths, taking oral pleasure from them as he stood and enjoyed for himself.
The married Danny and Sam have had a reasonably long session shared, but all good things must come to an end, especially one as special and as wonderful as the experience feels to them both. They hold each closer as they reached their respective climaxes, made with the intent to concieve and turn their love into another life.
Those in the new reality finish for themselves, and it is only one of many times that they have done so throughout the night. Bodily fluids are discharged without a care or purpose, wasting reproductive cells from achieving their evolutionary purpose, and deprived of the magic that implimented what made them special, treated as no different from waste.
When the married Danny and Sam conclude, they rest together in each other's arms, their bodies expended of energy, and their marriage fully consummated. They have high hopes for a child to enter their lives, and their hands go to Sam's womb, supplying it with the expression of love in the hopes that a child will come.
In the reality that is now, no eggs are fertilized and no sperm meets its target, but both Danny and Dash are left to rest on their bed. The latter holds Danny like a brother as he enjoys watching Sam and Paulina share sapphic desires more, carrying on to drown their minds with nymphomaniacal glee.
In both realities, the hormone is pleased, regardless of how or why.
But only in one, Danny is pleased, and it is not this one.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
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