//------------------------------// // Feast, Feast, Feast! Break Time! // Story: The Displaced Tournament of Power // by Uncle Iroh //------------------------------// 04:00:00 Suddenly, everybody from the stands and the arena were teleported to a dining hall inside the catacombs of the arena. There were several tables, one for each team and audience member, everyone who was in the tournament were still injured, some were confused? There was a variety of food, ranging from fruits, vegetables, meats, and pastries. However, there was only water for drinks. Arkham’s eyes fluttered open as he was sitting down on a chair, he weakly looked around. “Where the hell… Four hours already…?”  Sora chuckled, looking over his team of vanquished quadrupeds. “Well, that didn’t take long.” “Yeah, well,” Jazz muttered, “not all’a us can survive a volcano goin’ up under our hooves.” “Instant teleportation?” Zeref asked as he looked around with a raised eyebrow. “That's interesting.” He mumbled to himself before seeing the food and with a growing smile, he began to fill his plate. Arkham looked around and saw his teammates, and Noel, Arkham sighed in relief. Kyle was looking at his recovered injuries before glancing over at Sora’s table and giving the middle finger to Sora’s Luna. “Bitch.” Kyle commented. Luna rubbed her cheek, which still had an imprint of Clutzy’s hoof on it. “Sora, why does that one show his middle finger to me?” Sora shrugged. “Beats me. Not sure why he suddenly thinks you’re a diamond dog, either.” “Okay, fuck it, YOU’RE A COCK JUGGLING OLD CUNT!” Kyle shouted out, “Dogwater drinking coot!” Luna’s eyes rolled upwards as she tried to parse Kyle’s insults. “Did… did he just call me a promiscuous elderly who drinks canine urine? And aren’t ‘coots’ typically male? Yet… he speaks of me being a vagina…” “Oh sweet Ankhseram, NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN!” Zirconis yelled, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. It was then that he looked down, and as a result his eyes widened to a hilarious size as they nearly popped out of his skull, all because he saw one thing. “WHY IS THE FUCKING BRICK HERE!?!” He cried in horrified confusion, comical tears running down his face. “I tell you,” Clutzy muttered, still trying to get his eyes under control. “Human curses are weird.” Quill shouted with a single shout of laughter. “HA!” He then began to dig into the variety of food in front of him, mostly consisting of katsudon, ramen, pork, and rice. “Must you people do this during lunch?” Noel asked with a snort, his table. Kind of comically small in comparison to him.  “Kyle, please watch your language despite them not being able to understand it.” Lord Twigo said, drinking some tea. “Let me get my-” Akainu glanced at Kyle. “Yes, sir.” Akainu sighed and crossed his arms, shaking his head. “KAHAHAHA! Let’s dig in!” Bullet laughed he began to dig into his food, Fujitora began to eat some ramen, Ganondorf digging into some cooked pork, everyone was eating except for Arkham. Noel had gotten mostly meat for his plate as part of a dragon’s diet. As Noel nibbled away as his meat using his claws like a fork and knife. Noel was looking at his status via a screen only he could see. Noel frowned in confusion, noticing that exp earned in this world wasn’t translating well. “EXP, huh?” Tina asked Noel. Arkham stood up from his seat and took a couple plates of food before he walked off to eat in his lonesome. Zabuza sighed solemnly, “Still won’t eat around other people, eh?” “So,” Sora spoke up after everyone had had a chance to eat a bit. “What have we learned?” Gleaming frowned, her magic barely managing her utensils. “You keybladers are a bunch of insane powerhouses and if it weren’t for the generally good nature of wielders Equestria would have an epidemic we wouldn’t know what to do with.” Cloud sighed in obvious self-disappointment. “Just because the giant monsters have dragged your opponents beyond visibility doesn’t mean the fight’s over.” Jazz thought for a moment. “Don’t try to fight a dragon.” Strongheart snorted into her salad. “You’d think Draigo would have taught us that.” “Primordial dragons are a given.” “Casters should never fight alone,” Fancy chimed in. He chuckled. “Granted, I already knew that. I suppose I learned how difficult it is to keep determined opponents at a range.” “Thankfully, heartless ain’t smart enough to go after the caster or the healer specifically,” Jazz added. “S’ long as you stay back, they should mostly keep off o’ your tail.” “Still, we need to be able to do more if it comes to that.” Coco was swaying in her seat, nearly unconscious, but she forced herself to remain awake to contribute and to eat. “Those two were really powerful, and they kept coming straight for me. And heartless can pop up anywhere they want to. We can’t guarantee that we’ll always be able to keep our distance or have enough time to summon someone.” “Heartless… I don’t understand why you keybladers keep those weapons with you since it draws them to your world; like a fly to the light.” Noel said with a shake of his head. Sora shook his head in return. “It’s not up to us, really. Our hearts draw them as much as our keyblades. Trust me, I’ve tried going without summoning my keyblade for over a year; didn’t do a thing.” Noel let out a hum as his tail flicked up and down. “So it's a constant battle in your world then.” Noel said with a nod. “Unfortunately.” Strongheart nodded at Coco and Fancy. “Guess that goes to our lesson too, then. Keep the casters back, but not too far back. And keep an eye on them in case of an ambush.” Sol considered his battle for a moment. “Don’t count on your opponents being as susceptible to radiation as they should be.” Luna blushed and looked away. “Mid-battle is not necessarily the best place for a therapy session.” “YOU DON’T BUCKING SAY?!” “THOUGH I STILL MAINTAIN THAT IT WAS NECESSARY!” Luna shouted back. “SUCK A HORSEAPPLE!” “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU USE THAT WORD!” “I’M LEARNING YOU ASS LICKING SON OF A FISH!” Sora blinked and eyed Luna. “What donkeys have you been flirting with? And I didn’t know you were part seapony.” Luna smirked. “On my father’s side, I believe. Not sure how he knew that.” Another cry of irritation and annoyance rose from Zirconis, who then slammed his forehead against the Brick of Ankhseram. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Kyle flipped his chair in anger, “I WILL TEACH YOUR WHOLE FUCKING- I MEAN BUCKING TEAM THE ENGLISH SWEARING SO THAT YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M CALLING YOU! DAMN HORSES!” Sol grinned. “I understood that one!” He frowned. “Although, racism against Saddle Arabians is a rather archaic position. Also, racist.” “I hope you drown.” Kyle responded with a blank expression on his face. Sol simply upended a water pitcher over his head, the water steaming away before it could even touch his coat. “I hope you get turned into a mare and get sent to work in a brothel.” Kyle attempted once more with a sigh. Luna rose an eyebrow at Sol. “How does he know about your centennial Las Pegasus vacation?” “What the fuck?!” Katakuri shouted glancing at Sol while most of Sora’s table performed simultaneous spittakes. Quill, who was drinking some water, immediately leaned back and pointed his head upwards, spitting out a comical geyser of water. “What in the nine hells!?” He roared with horrified confusion. This caused Zeref, who was sitting next to Quill, to erupt with laughter. As he pressed his forehead against the table, laughing with a few wheezes thrown in as he was running out of breath and holding his sides at the hilarity. It took almost two minutes for him to calm down. Sol shrugged, unashamed. “The mare’s side is more fun.” Sora nodded in agreement. “Any other lessons?” “Sonic Rainbooms are for reckless idiots, not perpetually clumsy single fathers.” “Practice makes permanent, and I want a fucking rematch when you get better at it dammit!” Zirconis yelled, before stuffing his mouth with a variety of meats, like pork, steak, and ham. “That shit robbed me of a badass fight like Zeref had.” He grumbled with an immense amount of salt. A round of chuckles went around the table at that before they dove into their meals and the finer details of their fights. Kyle begins to dig into his meal grumbling as he did so, Zabuza drank some tea and glanced at Sora’s Luna. “You know, your therapy helped our friend a lot, thank you.” Zabuza smiled from under his mask. “No thanks is necessary,” Luna replied. “‘Tis our duty to aid in the mental health of all we meet. It has been for millenia.” “I really do appreciate it, we all have our traumas, I mean, Arkham had his parents die in 9/11, had his second family get wiped out, then had Ryker who he saw as a father rip his limbs and eyes out and replace them with robotic ones. And that’s the tip of the iceberg!” Zabuza said with a smile. Luna frowned. “I don’t know what a nine-eleven is, but it sounds to me like you all could use some help. Is your world’s Luna unavailable? Or is her role not the same?” Her expression went deadpan, her tone flat. “Or is she evil? Please tell me that she isn’t evil again. Or still. I might have to go to your world and beat some sense into her if she is.” “I’ll join you,” Sora muttered. “Well, no, she isn’t evil, but she is unavailable. She got caught during a crossfire during one of the previous tournaments and died. Since then, I took up the role of Dream Watcher.” Zabuza drank some tea through his mask. “I see. How unfortunate.” Luna sighed and shook her head. “And unfortunately, I cannot leave my world to focus all my time and effort on you all. But if you ever wish for help, our world will always be open to you. I would be more than happy to help you through your traumas.” “I see, despite all of us supporting the kid, he never opens up. His real name is Mic…” Zabuza was grabbed by Arkham and dragged behind a boulder, everyone heard a loud SLAM and Zabuza walked out with a bump on his head. “Correction, his real name is Arkham Knight.” Zabuza then falls face first. “...So,” Akainu spoke, as he began to look at everyone. “I haven’t really interacted with any of you haven’t I? My name is Sakazuki “Akainu”. It is a pleasure to meet you all.” Akainu tilted his marine hat.  Sora smiled and nodded. “Sora, Warrior of Light. My marefriend, Luna. Her brother, Sol. Their Captain of the Guard, Gleaming. My Keyblade Masters, Clutzy, Fancy, Jazz, Strongheart, and Coco. Captain Cloud Kicker of the Ponyville branch of the Equestrian Keyblade Army.” “Noel, a Bahamut Esper, no fancy titles though.” Noel said next.  Cloud raised an eyebrow. “The full spiel for me?” Sora shrugged. “You aren’t one of my regulars. Plus, I like bragging that I have an entire army at my command despite not being a ruler. None of the paperwork; all of the perks.” “I admire all of you for your strength, if it were up to me, I would give you guys a wish by now. But I can do one thing for you guys, Sora, I’ll keep you out of trouble during the rest of the tournament.” Akainu said, lighting his cigar with a magma finger. Sora nodded. “I appreciate that, though I think it’s unnecessary; I’d planned to spy on everyone from afar anyway, slenderwalking away if anyone approached until the final battle.” He smirked. “This is all leading up to a final battle, right? I can’t help but notice that none of the team leaders have been taken out yet, and only one of them’s come close.” He shot an awkward smile at Arkham. “Er, no offense.” “None was taken, but I promise you that I will curb stomp you for outing my bro.” Arkham replied nonchalantly, “But I have to say, all of your teammates are powerful, even though they hide behind their puppets…” Arkham glared at Coco. “I’ve come to respect them, call me anytime for anything you want, I’ll probably have nothing else to do.” “Glad to hear it.” Sora frowned at Arkham. “Though I’ll thank you not to cast dispersions at Coco. A keyblader doesn’t choose her strength or abilities; her keyblade grants them. Coco fights with summons because that’s what her blade is specialized for. And she’s already noted that weakness and committed to improving herself.” “You know, I can teach her Armament Haki and Tekkai if she wants, those are techniques that both enhance melee attacks, and reduce melee, ranged, magic, and more attacks sent towards her way. But you can’t blame me for being a little bit mad, those lava dudes were pissing me off.” Arkham replied. Coco giggled, summoning her keyblade and stroking it fondly. “They did a wonderful job, alright. I’ll have to thank whoever made the arena erupt for letting them unleash their full potential. “You’re welcome,” Akainu replied, crossing his arms. “I’d rather you didn’t,” Sora answered Arkham. “Keyblades don’t really like Equestrian magic manifested in too large amounts. Clutzy seriously toes the line with his resilience. I don’t know how they’d react to something like Haki and Tekkai, but it’s not worth the risk. That’s why we fight in a team; her weaknesses will be covered.” “Armament Haki is just willpower, basically determination, your heart, soul. And Tekkai is just brute force, no magic. Both of them are not magical, Tekkai makes your body hard like iron, increasing your durability. But if that’s what you want, then I guess that’s reasonable.” Arkham shrugged. Katakuri cleared his throat, “Attention participants, this break will last twenty four more minutes. If you want to make alliances, make them now, if you want to suck some dick, do it now, don’t complain to me after the break and we’re back in the tournament.” Katakuri announced. “Suck some what?!” Lord Twigo shouted, mortified. “People are horny,” Katakuri coughed into his hand, “Cloud Strife.” Katakuri inhaled, “Ahem…” Zeref coughed, thankfully he didn't choke on his food, as he failed to stifle a laugh. “That’s ‘Kicker!’” Cloud shouted, glaring. “Talk about my banging obsession all you want - I revel in it - but don’t go tarnishing my clan’s name!” “Wanting to sleep with nearly every female that moves is not something that should be praised at all,” Ed looked away. “I had to deal with a whole tribe of it and it gets old very very fast.” “Well someone's down bad.” Quill mumbled with a smirk as he continued to eat his ramen. “I’m sorry! I just finished Final Fantasy 7!” Katakuri responded, “Who are you? Naruto? Anyway, have a fine day Ms. Kicker, and don’t forget…” Katakuri glared down upon Cloud Kicker. “I’m always watching.” Cloud’s glare melted into a sultry grin. “Kinky.” “Oh you know it, baby,” Katakuri winked before leaning his onto a pillar. “So many things I wish I could let go unseen just now…” Ed grumbles. Clutzy groaned and facehoofed. “Cloud, save it for later. Like when we’re back in the stands and the sound of explosions can cover your banging.” “Exactly!” Necrozma yelled, glancing at Cloud and noticing all of the lewd things in her mind. “GAW DAMN IT! MY EYES!” Necrozma cried out in “pain”. Cloud turned to Necrozma and raised an incredulous eyebrow. “Oh come on,” she said. “That stuff was tame. Totally vanilla. Surely you’ve seen worse just walking through town somewhere.” “WE AREN’T IN LAS PEGASUS!” Necrozma protested. Necrozma used teleport! Necrozma fled. “Well, Necrozma is gonna purify his eyes,” Zabuza said calmly. Cloud scoffed and rolled her eyes before turning back to her carrot casserole. “Virgin.” As everyone began to eat, one of the apples began to change and turn blue with a dragon scale-like pattern. Quill, noticing the apple, looked at it curiously as he stopped eating. “The hell?” He mumbled, reaching over and picking the strange fruit up. He inspected it for a few seconds, noticing the dragon scale pattern. “Are these-? Are these dragon scales?” Quill questioned quietly. Looking around the room, he located Katakuri and waved to get the King's attention. “Yo, King Kat! Something's off with this apple!” Katakuri dove down and grabbed the apple, rolling on the ground and getting up to his feet. “DO NOT TOUCH THIS APPLE! DO NOT EAT THIS APPLE! IF ANY OF YOU SEE A FRUIT TURNING INTO A STRANGE COLOR ALERT ME IMMEDIATELY!” Katakuri bellowed, pointing at the apple. Quill, who was extremely startled by Katakuri's actions, blinked before regaining his composure. “I'm gonna take a wild ass guess and say that there's something incredibly important about those fruits. Isn't there?” He asked. “Those fruits are called Devil Fruits, fruits like that can give people the ability to turn into light, control mochi, turn into a Tarrasque, this Devil Fruit can give you the ability to turn into an Eastern Dragon. It’s an extremely powerful fruit that can lay waste to islands.” Katakuri warned. “Oh shit.” Quill blinked, huffing with a smirk. “Then it's a good thing that I noticed it, and didn't eat it. I mean, I'm already a dragon, same with Zirconis.” Quill mused, before hesitating slightly. “… And so is Arkham, I guess. At least, he will be, eventually.” Quill hummed. “Alright, I’m going to take this away now,” Katakuri opens a hole in his body by shape-shifting his body with mochi, putting the fruit inside his stomach, he then fills the hole in his stomach with mochi. The mochi then turns to skin. “Whew, thank the Gods, that was almost horrible.” Quill watched and noted to himself. “Huh, mochi.” He whispered, before shrugging. “Aight then.” He then returned to eating his food. During the whole debacle, Berserker and his team separated themselves from the rest of the table. Their plates were full of food and were eating in relative peace. They skipped taking any sort of fruit in case it turns into a devil fruit. “What a fucking shitshow of a lunchbreak.” Berserker muttered with a frown. “Are you alright, Bryan?” Celestia asked him as she and the other Princesses looked at him in worry. “I’ll live. But I feel like I’m gonna die from an aneurysm from all of the mentally challenged idiots yappin’ away.” Berserker’s harsh words made the Alicorns recoil from him. “Damn, that’s rough, sir.” Ionyx commented with a snort. “Hearing them talk is rough.” Berserker retorted with a sigh. Nobody else spoke another word until they finished their food. “Well fuck you too, Berserker.” Quill grumbled, quietly. Sometimes he really disliked having draconic senses. Berserker ignored Quill and decided to take another nap. The rest of the team followed his lead. Of course, the Alicorns snuggled up against the Marine, despite the condition he and his armor was in. The Night Sentinels formed a protective circle around them. Meanwhile, Quill had just finished eating his food, and was taking a few sips of water when he sniffed the air and paused. Placing the cup of water down, Quill looked around before his eyes settled onto Noel, who had gone back to eating. Getting out of his chair, Quill walked over to Noel, and leaned against the wall, looking curiously at the Bahamut Esper. Sniffing the air once more, Quill hummed with heavy interest. “You can use some degree of Time Magic.” Quill noted, gaining Noel’s attention. “That is incredibly interesting. What kind of spells do you have?” The Time Dragon Slayer asked, a small smile on his face. “Only three, Slow, Warp, and Stop. It's the only time related spells available I could get my claws for the time being. The others, despite being in the same school, have nothing related to time, just spells that involve reflecting spells, gravity, increasing your natural healing, turning invisible, and so on and so forth. Nothing to match that of Dio Brando or time traveling like Link’s ocarina of time, or that one harp from oracle of ages.” Nole answered as he finished up what remains of his meat, bones not included. “That makes sense. Dio’s Za Warudo is pretty broken, and the concept of Time Travel just never sat right with me.” Quill chuckled. “Though, I guess that makes sense considering I’m the Time Dragon Slayer. Anyway, I’d like to know, what’s your world like?” “Mostly that of final fantasy tactics with elements of final fantasy six. Other than that, the rest is what you’d expect of Equestria with some differences such as the alicorn sisters being espers of fire and ice.” Noel explained. “Espers eh? My world is… fairly normal, but also different and kinda weird at the same time.” Quill hummed with thought. “For instance, my world’s Gilda has a daughter named Mali. But, as far as I can tell, everything else is fairly normal. Aside from me being the Displaced, of course.” He explained in turn. “Though, I do suppose that my world’s passage of time has been royally broken, which is one reason why it’s weird.”  “...Like scattered time sort of broken, or jumping different timelines kind of broken?” Noel asked curiously.  “Think more, my world’s passage of time can be the same as one world’s one minute, then the next it slows to a near dead stop.” Quill tried to explain. “For instance, for me and the inhabitants of my world, a little over a day had passed since I had last met a fellow Displaced, Edward Elric. But for him, a little over a year had passed.” He continued, before hesitating and wincing slightly in embarrassment. “And that may be my fault.” “Each world has its own timeflow, however yours sounds like the most skewered I’ve heard so far. Your world’s Pinkie Pie must have her hands, or rather hooves, free or full.” Noel said in a half joking way. Quill gained a vacant look, like he was remembering something horrifying yet epic. “Trust me when I say, my Pinkie is another story entirely. Originally, she’d forgotten to give me a ‘welcome to Ponyville and this world’ party, and so when several of my friends and I went to Ed’s world, both his and my Pinkie had to double up on the partying. That was one of the most intense parties I’ve ever been to, period. Nothing can, or will ever compare to it.” Quill then sighed, scratching his cheek with his black and orange scaled claw. “Though, I feel like I should explain exactly why my world’s timeflow being completely skewered is primarily my fault. I mean, I’d be happy to explain it, cause honestly there are some theories I have about, but I’m not sure.” He offered. “When it comes to us being Displaced, it's either our presence and actions that causes things to be messed up out of the normal,, or our displacer displaced us to help or fix something wrong with the world. Mine though had a mess of things by misplacing my body into that of a black dragon from chrono cross when he meant to displace it into the body of the Bahamut king. Thus due to his screw up I’m much lesser than intended, in short ‘A king who didn’t get his crown’’ you could say.” Noel explained to the best he could theorize.  Quill was silent in thought before huffing with a smile. “That does seem to fit your circumstances pretty accurately. I suppose my displacer wanted me to just exist in my world, cause some seriously odd things can happen. Though, considering the fact that I accidentally poisoned a decent portion of my Everfree Forest with Time Magic, it does certainly explain some things, so maybe he just said ‘fuck it’ and chose to Displace someone for the hell of it, can’t be too sure.” He shrugged. Hearing that made Noel raise an eyeridge. “Poisoned it with time magic? That’s a new one to me.” Noel said with a tilt of his head. “Oh right… that.” Quill cringed slightly. “Yeah, as it turns out, if a Time Dragon Slayer uses too much of their magic without restraint, such as using a Secret Arts Spell, it can poison an area to the point where that specified area now permanently generates Temporal Etherious Particles on its own.” He chuckled with bashfulness. “I only recently learned that after talking to Zeref about it. So, now I’ve got to go to that area, which we call the Temporal Crater, at least once every few months in order to consume any excess particles so it doesn’t spread and continue to poison the Everfree. I didn’t ask him what would happen if it was allowed to spread, ‘cause honestly, I’d rather not find out.” “And with you being the only time slayer, will that forest remain as thus till the end of time?” Noel asked in a serious tone. “Basically, yeah.” Quill sighed, tiredly. “Though, I suppose that’s what I get for being careless. Granted, it’s not too bad. I’ve got an endless supply of Temporal Etherion, which actually allows me to utilize my Slayer Magic more. That, in turn, helps me grow more accustomed to them and develop new spells. So it’s got a few benefits.” Quill mused. Noel started to tap along his chin in thought. “I suggest trying to contain it as soon as possible. I can’t help but feel some form of evil would want to gain access to that place and desire to put time further into chaos. And that would not be a pleasant thing to see people rapidly aging, being reborn, reverting to that of a baby, or worse be erased from history..” Noel said, remembering all too well of a few games where messing with time brought armageddon sooner. Noel can just hear Lavo’s screech in his mind. “Well, I would but as of right now, there’s not a lot I can do.” Quill growled with annoyance. “Considering the fact that it’s become a hotspot for all manners of things to appear. For instance, it’s become a weak point in my world, an opening if you will, for Void Entities to waltz right in. Such entities include the most recent visitors to my world.” The Dragon Slayer sighed, before quickly adding. “Don’t ask, they’re not pleasant, and Ed and I beat them but they still took a chunk outta my neck. It still stings sometimes.” Quill grumbled, rubbing the right side of his neck, near his collarbone. He then narrowed his eyes slightly. “It’s also become a point where beings from the world of Fiore can be pulled through into Equestria. We’re still investigating, but it’s incredibly likely that a Guild from Fiore has been pulled through. As for which Guild… I have an idea, but I really hope I’m wrong.” Noel looked at Quill as he mumbled something softly to himself, casting Libra onto Quill to see his health, status, and any info that may ease his worry of anything life threatening that may be on Quill unawarely. Noel deeply frowned as the window flickered between five different status windows arguing on who should be on top. “And you got anyone or anypony to give your neck a thorough check? “ Noel asked in concern. Quill paused and sweatdropped nervously, chuckling a little. “Hehe, um… n-no? Not- Not really, I guess. I mean, I took a look at it myself, since I used to be a doctor, but it’s been a while since I’ve actually been a proper doctor.” He then coughed, and tried to reassure Noel, hearing the concern in his voice. “Plus, draconic regeneration usually takes care of things.” “Being a doctor is no excuse. Those are things beyond your knowledge and understanding. I may have all of the skills of the white mage class, however I do have that as a form of belief I can heal and restore everything.” Noel said, his voice almost a mixture of a king and a father. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Quill sighed, allowing a small smile to befall his face. “I appreciate your concern. But at this point, I’m pretty sure I’m fine- aside from some trauma, of course, but that comes with the job description of being a Displaced. It’s essentially a prerequisite of being and becoming one at this point.” Quill offhandedly remarked with a dry chuckle. Noel let out a snort of belief. “Even so, just be wary. The multiverse is vast and alienated, who knows what may enter your world.” Noel said with a nod as he got comfortable laying nearby. “Since the crater first began generating Temporal Etherion, I’ve been wary. And I know, personally, how dangerous the multiverse can be, considering the Displaced that are out there. I mean, look at Ed. He’s basically a Void Dweller at this point, so one would shudder to imagine what an evil version of him would be like.” Quill mumbled as he lowered himself onto the floor, sighing as he leaned his head back, resting it against the wall. “Oh fuck off, Shah, you’ve got no room to talk. You’re not the one who had to fight the things, so don’t act like you did, jackass.” He grumbled quietly to himself, furrowing his eyebrows as he rolled his eyes. “Not quite so, unless you wish to tell me Ed is using a proxy to be here and so that his original form doesn’t destroy this universe with his presence.” Noel said as he curled his tail around his body. “Or so I’ve learned from Samuel, considering this whole displaced business was just a fabrication from our world that turned out to be in truth real.” Noel explained. “Not far from it actually,” Ed’s head popped up between them and then slowly slid back under the table, allowing the two to continue. Quill sighed lightly. “Well, Ed’s not really a Void Dweller, but he’s strong enough to the point that one could consider him akin to one. I should know, when he ‘trained’ me, it was really the two of us fighting for a little over a week straight. And by ‘fighting’ I really mean he essentially beat the shit outta me for most of it. Got more than a few good hits in though.” He smirked. “I suppose so. As of now I don’t have enough knowledge to make the comparison other than hearing how insanely powerful a void dweller can be.” Noel said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Well, I’ll tell you right now, don’t get on their bad sides. I personally haven’t, but I’ve gotten really damn close.” Quill told him, rubbing his draconic arm. “Still a little sore, but not to a debilitating degree.” “I don’t plan to as I’ve yet to see or know if there is a Displaced heaven out there.” Noel said with a nod.  “On that, we agree.” Quill nodded lightly. “Tell me, Quill.. Why do you have other souls within you? Did you meet some kind of undertale Displaced or got mixed with one?” Noel asked with a raised eyeridge. Quill looked at Noel silently, before he began to speak. “Well, despite having an undying love for Undertale, I haven’t gotten mixed with one, nor have I met any yet. The reason I have multiple souls in me, five others to be exact, is because they’re the first incarnations of the elements of harmony in my world.” Quill explained, as he gestured to his draconic arm. “I should also mention that they’re not ponies or dragons from Equestria. If you’re familiar with the Monster Hunter Franchise, you’ll recognize them. The names are as follows: Valor the Valorgod Valstrax, Maggie the Shagura Magala, Shah the Shah Dalamadur, Ruiner the Ruiner Nergigante, and finally, Xeni the Xeno’jiiva. Each of them represent one of the six elements of harmony, sans the element of laughter.” Quill finished. “It must get rather noisy in there with all those thoughts and voices…” Noel said with a nod. “Oh most definitely.” Quill nods with a passive expression. “But I’ve gotten used to it, and honestly it feels nice, knowing that I’m never without a friend.” He shrugs. “But that’s just me. Plus it also helps that I already had another voice in my head before those five came along.” “...Before Displacement?” Noel asked in minor confusion. “Yup, before being displaced, something… traumatic… happened, that caused me to develop a kind of split personality. A trauma response, if you will. And despite technically being me, I still treat them as their own being and they act like their own being.” Quill elaborated. “Their name is Null, after one of my favorite Pokemon, Type: Null from Sun and Moon.” He finished explaining. “Though I didn’t choose that name, Null did. Despite all of that, Null was the one who actually helped me to be as skilled a fighter as I am today, and for that I am forever grateful.” “Well, if it helps you cope with what’s happened to you.” Noel said, not wanting to make a judgment. “Yeah, he’s helped a lot. He also helped me grieve when my older brother went missing.” Quill mumbled, reminiscing as he looked up at the ceiling. “Y’know, he might’ve become Displaced too, considering I was told that he’d gone missing during a Blizzcon Convention. Not sure though, so I can’t help but still worry for him.” “So keep an eye out for something from starcraft or world of warcraft.” Noel suggested. Quill shook his head and chuckled lightly. “He actually called me before he went to the Convention. Said he was going as Reinhardt from Overwatch.” Quill huffed with a dry laugh, before sighing and closing his eyes, pressing his head against the wall as a single stray tear escaped his eye. “I just want to see him again. But if I win the tournament, that’s not what I’d wish for. Hell, I don’t really know what I’d wish for.” Quill then wiped the tear away and looked at Noel before asking, with a slight tilt of his head. “Actually, just out of curiosity, what would you have wished for had you won the tournament?” Noel let out a gentle sigh. “A way to return to the way things used to be, to be back in my world as a human. I know most would enjoy their change like some form of wish fulfillment or power fantasy, but it's stressful having to take care of things that threaten the towns, especially when your life is often on the line.” he explained as he looked down at his claw; gently flexing it as if he’s seeing his human hand. Quill was silent for a few seconds, before he began looking down at his own, draconic hand. “I’ll admit, you’ve got a much better reason for winning. I assumed as much, seeing how furiously Arkham fought to keep you in the tournament.” He said, looking around at the room. “I had asked Zirconis to save you and Arkham, but before he could get to you, Sora had thrown you into the abyss, so he could only save Arkham. But hey, at least you still got a chance at going home. I mean, Arkham’s still in the running.” Quill noted, as he continued talking. “Y’know, you and I are pretty much polar opposites. You, who wants to return home to live a normal life as a human. And me, who, despite being Displaced against my will, couldn’t be happier, because finally, I get to have a family.” Quill smiled, turning to Noel and looking at him softly. “I won’t say that I know what you’re going through, I’m not an idiot, but just in case you ever need help…” Quill told Noel, as he took off his red dragon tooth necklace, before holding it out Noel. “Just give me a call.” He told the black dragon, a warm smile on his face. “Can do.” Noel said as he took the necklace from Quill. “Same goes for me as well.” Noel said as he held up his claw, allowing a magical shimmer to appear. In his paw, was a floating green gem with something red glowing inside. “Just one reminder, you’ll learn new magic spells if you wear this, doesn’t matter how though.” Noel warned. Giving Noel a smile, Quill took the gem in his hand. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to put it to good use.” Quill thanked Noel, as a golden glow surrounded the gem, before it disappeared into a puff of golden particles. “Just to keep it safe, until the tournament is over, I’m gonna keep it in my Requip Space.” Just as he did so, another red dragon tooth necklace rematerialized around his neck. “It makes me wonder why tokens are infinite,” Noel said, then paused to snort in amusement. “Imagine money being this way.” He said jokingly. “Oh God, that’d be a fucking blessing! I mean, I’d technically never have to pay taxes ever again!” Quill laughed. “But alas, good things always have a bad side.” Noel said after having a good laugh. "Again, on that, we both agree." Quill smiled. “Make that three,” Edward remarks. “My ears were burning so I decided to follow their advice and look who I found.” Noel looked over at Edward curiously, wondering why he decided to join in on the conversation.  “Eh, don’t give that look,” Ed waved her off. “I've been here a lot longer than you realize kid, you just weren’t paying attention.” Noel gently snorted as that was the second time he was called ‘Kid’. “I suppose judging a dragon’s age isn’t your strong point?” Noel asked Ed curiously.  “Not when you look like that,” He points to her. “How old do you think I am?’ “Most likely very old considering Quill mentioned you’re quite powerful.” Noel said with a nod.  “A little over fifteen thousand,” Ed nods, “But I’m still kickin strong and got kids to prove it!” He proudly puffed out his chest. “Congratulations then.” Noel said, his voice sounding like he wasn’t impressed with a mix of depression. The dragon was reminded that he had a family in the real world because he was whisked away in the style of an isekai; the fabled truck.  “Sorry about that,” Ed says, realizing what he did. “Not all of us choose to be displaced, and I wasn’t in a particularly happy home when I was sent to my Equestria, I was but I wasn’t in the best relationship with my folks, it's complicated.”He sighed, “The fact I have kids with both the sisters is something I take a lot of pride and joy in as we’d been trying for years to have kids of our own outside of adoption. I meant no offense to you.” “It's just since my displacement, it's been difficult to cope with change. The only reason why I’m still going is thanks to my friend Sam. She and I are all we got despite I’m some kind of lesser dragon God and Sam being some kind of rabbit creature.” Noel explained as he crossed his paws like that of a cat.  “Sounds extremely complicated. Trust me, I know complicated. Having three wives gets very complicated, not to mention a family that spans the void over, like Quill here,” Ed rubbed Quill's head as he stuffed his face, to which the Dragon Slayer only huffed and smiled in response. “My only claim here is that I somewhat took part in the last Tournament and am too powerful for this one so I volunteered my brothers this time around.” Noel tightly gripped at the floor, leaving scratch marks. “I joined this tournament believing it was a way home, but alas if only I had endured enough damage. That rest I had protecting Arkham’s body is what prevented me from ascending past my first limit break.” Noel said with a gentle sigh as a short breath of fire escaped his maw.  “This tournament is both entertaining but also a bit less so than the last due to the fighters not being able to fight one on one like the last time,” Ed thinks, “But if it's a way home you seek I may be able to help you with that, if you wish?” Noel snorted. “You can try if you wish to comb through the multiverse and the vast number of earths if the void is anything like Sam explained it as.” Noel said as he loosened his paws. “..Although..” Noel began as he stared at his reflection at a glass cup nearby. “Not while I look like this.” Noel said as he gestures to his big draconic self. “Locating your homeworld wasn’t hard,” Ed says, shocking the displaced god. “Void signatures are our fingerprints and like all displaced all I had to do was search for the earth that matched yours. As you say, your appearance hinders you but,” He rubbed his chin, “It's not like I don’t have access to a wide array of not only technology but also magic to help change what you look like, again though it is your choice. I don’t force myself on others.” Noel let out a hum as he thought about it, then gently groaned when he realized he was too hasty in joining the tournament when he should have discussed it with Sam. “What do you have that could allow me to take on a human form?” Noel asked Ed with some hope in his voice.  “It's a very simple magic to learn really,” Ed remarks. “It's used in the same series that Quill is from by the same powerful race his magic is meant to fight against. Dragons,” Noel’s interest was now fully peeked. “The type I can give you is specifically used by five extremely powerful dragons with the same power level as Quill. They’re referred to as the Five Dragon Gods. You'll still retin same dragon-like traits like pointed teeth and colorful hair. Your strength and overall physicality will also be far greater than any normal human and you’ll still have access to most of your powers from your dragon form. Interested?” “Yes, as it's better than nothing.” Noel said with a nod as he raised up into a sitting position. “You’ll still retain your sense of touch from your dragon form as well, so depending on how sensitive your skin it depends on how much you’ll be able to feel,” Edward warns. “Other than that you appear to be a full fledged human. Eventually when you have more control you’ll be able to tweak it as you see fit. All I need you to do is bend down and let me touch your forehead.” Noel lowered his body and craned his neck down so that he would be within reaching distance of his head. “Just a simple touch?” Noel asked with a raised eyeridge.  “And a brief infusion of magic and knowledge on how to use your new power,” Ed smirked as he touched the displaced dragon with his metal hand, “Teach, Transformation magic,” Noel quickly pulled his head back as his mind was flooded with new information. “A slight headache is not unheard of either. Simple have one of these,” he held his hand up and in it was a small fuzzy fruit. “It's just a kiwi I’ve infused with a numbing spell. When the fights resume you won’t have a headache any more.” “Not the first time I’ve had my head forced with knowledge.” Noel said with a groan, remembering all those times of learning his spells through leveling. Noel reached out and took the Kiwi, tossing it into his open maw. Quill chuckles at the interaction between his adopted brother and his new friend. “And knowing Ed, it likely won’t be the last.” He smiled. “You never know when I will show up in a world,” Ed laughs, “But for now I will leave you two alone. I have others I must attend to,” he bows and both Noel and Quill only blinked and then he was gone. “Don’t ask,” Ichigo remarks as he passes them with a plate of food. “Not going to.” Quill responded. “When it comes to Ed, it’s better to just accept rather than question what he does and how he does it.” “...Considering what I've been through, I’m willing to believe anything.” Noel said with a snort.  Deltorix walks around. “It is cool of them to let us all talk and stuff in the middle of the tournament.” He said to himself as he looked for someone. “Now where is he?” Deltorix asked himself. "Who are you looking for, Deltorix?" Akainu glanced over to Deltorix, finishing his food and lighting his cigar to smoke from. Akainu then crossed his arms. “Actually someone from your team, I was hoping to learn some Haki skills before this is all over.” Deltorix explained. Akainu sighed and blew smoke from his mouth, "Hm, everyone on our team knows Haki. Few of us know advanced forms, me, Fujitora, Bullet, Ganondorf, and Arkham. With all of these professional Haki users, I doubt that Haki will do you much." Akainu shook his head. “Maybe not at first, but the more I use it the stronger it gets.” Deltorix said with a smirk. “For example if I used armament haki on myself the first time it may only last a few seconds or block a small out of damage, but the more I use it the longer I can use it as well as the more damage it can absorb.” "That's how it works, you get stronger by fighting other Haki users, Haki grows stronger via combat. The more you use it, the stronger it is, as if sharpening a blade, you should wait until the end of the tournament. Learning it now would be useless." Akainu said. Deltorix sighed. “Alright, either way saves me a trip to the one piece universe.” He rolled his neck. “If you want to teach me after this I can teach you some of my powers in exchange.” "I appreciate it, but I already have a Rinnegan, Earth, Water, Air, and Fire bending, Force Control, an OP Devil Fruit, God Ki, and God who knows what." Akainu waved Deltorix off, "And besides, I'm learning most of my techniques from Katakuri. If you really want to help someone out, help Herobrine out. I have a feeling he's going to be moved to the 10th spot of the Commanders after this tournament debacle." Akainu pointed to Herobrine who was currently making a redstone chamber. “Huh, cool.” Deltorix said before looking back at Akainu. “Do you have Rava?” He asks before going into the avatar state and Rava’s image starts glowing on his chest. "No." Akainu said with a flat stare, "I have Katakuri, he gave me this, I don't trust an ancient spirit for shit. I only trust my combat abilities over all, I despise handing my body to another who can control it. Tch, like it knows my body better than I." Akainu scoffed. Deltorix shrugs and returns to normal. “It is your choice, though I am surprised to find someone with all four bending styles without Rava.” Deltorix then looks through his notebook. “I will see if Herobrine would like to teach me anything in exchange for powers, but if you ever need a jack of all trades give me a call.” He then hands Akainu his token. Akainu simply nodded and walked to look over his team. Deltorix then walked over to Herobrine and waved. “Hey there, I was wondering if you wanted to do some power sharing while we had a chance.”  "Power sharing?" Herobrine asked, he then began to lean on his trident, crossing his arms as he did so. "What are you willing to offer me?" Deltorix holds up his notebook. “I have lots of powers and skills I can teach, though some have a limit to what I can teach, at least unless you have several totems of undying.” "I do have totems, over two thousand to be exact." Herobrine explained, "So, I'll ask again; what are you willing to offer me?"  Deltorix held out the notebook. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t show you these, seeing as the chances of me defeating you or anyone else on your team are very slim.” "Uh huh," Herobrine squinted, "Anyways, I got potions, enchantments, weapons, and portals, what do you want?" Herobrine asked, crossing his arms. “I want to learn how to use haki.” Deltorix said with a smile. "Alright, Observation Haki, let's go." Herobrine took out a stick, surprising Deltorix on how quick he began without warning. "Dodge!" Herobrine splashed Deltorix with the potion of blindness and bonked him over the head.  “Gah!” Deltorix frowned and floated into the air. “Fine.” He tunes out all other skills that tell him about his environment. He gets hit a few more times before he manages to dodge one of the strikes. "Dodge three hundred times consecutively!" Herobrine started using the potion of speed and Observation Haki to bonk Deltorix faster and more precisely. Deltorix grunts with each hit and then slowly he gets better at dodging the hits however he doesn’t get any new pop up. “This isn’t working, I think this is just working on my danger since skill.” "Uh huh, I can't teach you Haki, there isn't enough time after the tournament? Maybe." Herobrine said with a shrug. “Maybe but I am on a trip through the multiverse at the moment.” Deltorix said before he crossed his arms. “What about armament Haki?” "That's even harder." Herobrine explained, "Sorry man, either you have to pause your trip and train here for a couple of months, or continue on." Deltorix groans and crosses his arms. “Damn…well I could train for a few days in my illusionary space, at this point every ten days inside is one day outside. Would that be enough time to get a grasp on any of them?” "No, not really, your Haki would be extremely weak." Herobrine shook his head, "We do have a time chamber but do you really want to go in there?" “Maybe, and I just need to learn how to use one of the skills then I can have my clones train with them.” Deltorix explained to Herobrine. All of the Commanders turned to Deltorix and looked down at him, "Pathetic…" They all said at the same time, looking at Deltorix in disgust. Deltorix looked around at all of them before shrugging. “My training methods may not be impressive by your standards but it's the most efficient way that I can level up my skills.” He said without being bothered by their looks of disgust. "Dishonorable …" Lord Twigo whispered. "Uncouth…" Kyle added. "Disgusting…" Ganondorf sneered. "Useful, but at the same time, it's deplorable." Akainu said, "Clones are useful, yes, but when you learn something on your own it is something special." Akainu huffed out smoke from his cigar. Deltorix turned to Akainu. “I can understand what you mean and I do learn the skills myself most of the time, I just use my clones to level them up as fast as possible. Everything about me works completely different than a normal person because of my gamer powers all of my abilities level up on their own just by using it, where as for example one of you could swing a sword left and right you won't get any better at it, but me just by holding the sword and swinging it in random directions my swordsmanship skill will earn experience and become better.” "Levels, huh?" Akainu raised an eyebrow. "What are you preparing for? Why are you trying to gain so much power? Wealth? Fame? Or just the rush of having power? Don't give me that 'for my friend' crap, who are you preparing to fight?" Akainu asked, his cigar lightning up. Deltorix points in the direction of his Celestia. “She is close to snapping, she has already glassed a whole island in the past because someone manipulated her, if she fully snaps and tries to do worse I want to stop her. I also have a war cult that I need to stop as well and considering gods are a real thing in my universe there is a small chance that their God may be real and I'll have to fight them as well.” Akainu chuckled, "So, you're preparing for Ragnorak. A war between Monsters, Humans, and Gods. Then what you're doing is fair, but still, I don't get behind your way of gaining power. If you want help, call me." Akainu tossed a Vivre Card to Deltorix. "Keep that safe, if it's burning, it means I'm dying." Akainu explained with a small grin. “Alright, I think I remember that from the show.” Deltorix said before putting the card into his inventory. “Though if I do call you, expect it to be after my journey but also right after the tournament due to some time travel shenanigans there's two of me.” He said with a chuckle. "Alright," Akainu nodded as he went to check on Arkham. Suddenly, Deltorix received something in his inventory, and next to him was Herobrine throwing a bunch of Iron Golem eggs in Deltorix's inventory. "You're gonna need all the help you get, my guy." Herobrine said, as he finished throwing the eggs, "Exactly 1836 Iron Golems are now under your control." “Nice, and once I analyze one I'll be able to create even more if I need them.” Deltorix said with a smile. “Thank you both.” "You're welcome," Herobrine said, "But if you need any tech, go talk to Arkham, he is the science wizz. He made multiple forms of armor, and all of them are good. My personal favorite is the Gallant Knight." Herobrine said, crouching and standing up repeated- Sticky Keys The words popped up above Herobrine's head, "God fucking-" Kyle then closed his book in front of Sora's team, "And that is the entirety of Human swearing explained. Now do you understand what I'm saying to you guys you fucking neighing sons of bitches?" Zirconis, who’d been helping Kyle teach them, leaned over and whispered. “I don’t think they got any of that.” He then subtly gestured to the Night themed Alicorn. “That one’s got a grin that I recognize. It’s a shit-eating one.” He rumbles deeply, yet with a hint of irritation. Everypony was silent for a moment before Fancy cleared his throat. “Has estado hablando un idioma diferente todo este tiempo. Lo siento.” "Alrighty then, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Kyle shot Luna the middle finger. Luna, bearing a grin that was far too innocent to be genuine, cocked her head to the side. “Whatever couldst thou mean?” she asked, dropping her live translation spell. “We, as a fornicating piece of feces, have simply been standing here listening to thy lovely and informative lecture. Shame that our companions do not speak ancient gryphonese.” "..." Kyle began to snicker… He began to chuckle… He began to laugh… Then He began to cackle full of insanity. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Kyle clawed at his face, making sand come off of him like blood. "I'M GONNA BURN DOWN AN ORPHANAGE!" Kyle cackled and he made a portal and leaped inside. Zirconis looked at Luna with a vacant look, before he looked down and sighed. Massaging the bridge of his nose, he growled as his eyebrows furrowed and bunched up in irritation. “I’m fine- I’m calm, I’m not- I won’t-” Zirconis growled angrily before roaring out in anger. “FUCK IT!!!!!!” He then proceeded to release an angry torrent of words that no one could understand, sans Sora, Sol, and Luna, but the general feeling was that of intense offense. This torrent of language continued for five straight minutes, before Zirconis finally stopped, huffing and puffing as he had become out of breath. Both Zeref and Quill stared at Zirconis with horrified shock from across the room. Sora, Luna, and Sol, however, simply held up score-cards: 5, 6.2, and 4.5 respectively. Katakuri walked over to Sora's group, "...Alrighty, you had your fun, but uh… If I'm cursed with this knowledge, you are too." Katakuri snapped his fingers and gave them knowledge of very morbid subjects. "Buck you."  Luna frowned, rubbing her chin. “Ah. So that is why he used to react so poorly to the term ‘holocaust.’” Sol nodded. “And we didn’t believe him when he spoke of the atrocities humans were capable of.” His face tinged ever-so-slightly green. “And I am VERY glad he never developed any of those… ailments.” Jazz shrugged while Fancy tried to lose his lunch as discreetly as possible. “Eh, you see worse on the farm.” Click… A click rang throughout the diner, making everyone silent. The Commanders’ eyes widened in fear. "Oh no." Zabuza squeaked, he began to look around in fear. "Oh no! No, no, no, no!" "PLEAAASEEE! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Herobrine yelled in terror. "Of the father, the son, and the holy spirit!" Lord Twigo began to pray. "No! No! No! No!" Arkham yelled with a strained posture. "Damn it!" Akainu yelled, slamming his fist down upon a table. Sora raised an eyebrow. “Mind filling us in?” “Was that a click?” Deltorix asked. Quill’s head snapped towards the noise. “The hell?” He asked softly, as Zeref and Zirconis both followed his gaze, before he actually registered the sound, causing his expression to morph. “What in the-?” Zeref questioned silently, not finishing his sentence as he looked at his friend’s face, growing incredibly confused. “Quill, why the hell?” He mumbled to no one in particular. “Who or what is making them all lose their shit?” Zirconis wondered silently, before he looked at Quil, only to find the most traumatized yet excited expression he’d ever seen on the navy haired man. “Oh shit, this gon’ be either really good or really fuckin’ bad.” Zirconis mused, while growing a small smirk. “What the fuck are you-?” Zeref began to ask, only to be cut off by a noise. Specifically, a voice. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-" A loud African voice rang throughout the diner. "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Ganondorf cried out. The room began to shake as if a magnitude 10 Earthquake was going on. "EEEEBOOLLAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" A flash of red light made the room light up, and in the center of the diner was Ugandan Knuckles. "Hello my bruddas, it is I, *Click* Elae!" Sora’s face went flat. “This is another reference that I don’t get, isn’t it?” Berserker groans as he and his team woke up from all of the commotion, spotting the culprit responsible. “…Okay?” He was rather confused before looking towards the Commanders, seeing their terrified expressions. "Is he dangerous, or lost?” "Don't make a sound, don't move…" Diane whispered, shaking in fear, tears in her eyes. "I'm begging you…" “Even we know not to fuck with something like this,” Gar says from his spot under the table along with the other half of his party except the shinigami who was hiding his presence. “Well, what is he?” Berserker asked.   Before Diane could speak, Ugandan Knuckles turned to Berserker, making a rusty door creak. Ugandan Knuckles stared into Berserker's eyes, or tried to, his eyes were so derpy. Ugandan Knuckles sprinted towards Berserker. He stared up at Berserker. "Doe u kno de wey?"  “…Have you tried looking underneath the table? I hear there is a great being that may hold the answers to ‘de wey’.” Berserker pointed out, much to everyone else’s horror and dismay. Ugandan Knuckles gasped, wholeheartedly believing the Doom Slayer and looked under every table. Within seconds he appeared in front of Berserker once more, "Dat is not de wey, u are false ally, I spit on u!" Ugandan Knuckles spat on Berserker's chest, the force sent him through the wall and onto a white void. The outside was devoid of any color but white, and Berserker only saw the outline of his body as the hole in the diner wall. Clutzy fluttered over to Ugandan Knuckles and studied him for a bit. He then closed his eyes, scrunching his face in concentration. When he finally opened them, they were derpy to match Elae’s. “You spek of de wey,” Clutzy said. “De wey to wat?” Elae gasped, "A brudda! De wey my brudda!" Elae said, "De wey is de wey, only peoples who kno de wey reach enlightenment!" Elae said with a click. Clutzy’s ears drooped. “I am sory, brudda. I kno not de wey.” His ears perked suddenly, his expression lifting into innocent glee. “Mebe we find de wey togetha!” "Inded my brudda! We must find de wey! Com on, sing wit me my brudda!" “Tech me, brudda! Tech me de song of you peppel!” "I SHAL TECH U! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Elae began to scream. “AAAAAAAAAAAA!” Clutzy joined in, screaming at a pitch that made the beginnings of a discord. "This is cancer," Arkham bemoaned, holding his head in pain. Kyle was back and he was having a fucking stroke, Herobrine began to spin around rapidly like his camera sensitivity was enhanced to over 9000. Thud Thud Two loud thuds erupted throughout the room, looking over, Zeref saw his two friends, Quil and Zirconis, face down. Wincing slightly, he deduced that the cancerous screaming had become far too much for them and it caused them to pass out. Now whether that was due to how loud the two derps were being, or simply the pure cancerous screeching, he couldn’t say. Although, he could say one thing. “Yikes.” Luna looked around at the suffering humanoids, her ears laid back flat against her head. She lit her horn, opening a telepathic channel to the rest of Sora’s team who similarly had their ears laid back. “You know, I feel sorry for them having to endure this. How does a race survive when it has to use its hands to block out unwanted noise?” The rest of the team shrugged. "WE NED TO FIND DE QUEEN!" Elae yelled, making Lord Twigo foam from the mouth. “DOS DE QUEEN KNO DE WEY?!” Clutzy shouted back, making Sora’s eye twitch. Elae turned to Clutzy with a dumb look on his face, "Of course my brudda, y wouldn't se?" Elae asked calmly. Clutzy shrugged. “I don’t kno. I don’t kno many queens.” He blinked. “So, to de queen?” "We do not kno where se is, all we kno is dat we ned to find de Queen." Elae said, "De Queen could be anyone, my brudda! It could be her!" He pointed to Sora's Luna, "Her!" He pointed to Cloud, "Her!" He pointed to Suicune, "Her!" He pointed Berserker's Celestia. “Hm.” Clutzy pointed at Sol. “Could it be him?” … … … “You know… I can see it.” Zeref broke the silence, holding his chin in his hand. “I can actually see that. Huh, weird.” He mused curiously. "Man shut yo stupid ass up," Elae said, slapped Clutzy, sending him through a wall. "I'M SORY MY BRUDDA! R U OK?!" “DA TURKEYS RISE TO SLAY THE EGG DRAGONS! MARCH UPON THE WAFFLE THRONE! FINLAND!” "POLAND!" Sora rolled his eyes. “He’s fine.” Dillan grinned as he watched everyone and everything that was happening, simply eating and chatting with his wives and friends. "Sorry again I accidentally knocked y'all out of the tournament." He said to torch, Rook, and the Spidarian. "That form you made sure was big." Rook said, shaking his head as Dillan fiddled with his still locked Ultimatrix, before it began to glow and respond.  "Yeah, but it was effective." Dillan commented, scanning as many possible new beings as he could, including Necrozma, Ganondorf, and a few other species.  Suddenly, they were transferred back into the tournament stage.