Welcome back, suckers. As you know, I'm Crimson Capp, and this is:
I AM HE AS YOU ARE SHE AS YOU ARE ME AND WE ARE ALL RULE 63'D
The Final Chapter, of course. It's called Death Metal. Death Metal Everywhere! I realize that the title has pretty much nothing to do with the chapter, but it's much less grim than whatI was going to use. I mean, you try humorously naming something about the death of absolutely everything. It's not very easy. Okay, now where'd I leave off? Oh, yes, the Vortex.
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Twilight Dusk gasped. The Vortex wasn't acting like it normally did, and they knew why. Celestia and Solaris did have a reason for giving them this assignment. Through the interdimensional bending caused not only by the repeated opening of the Vortex, but the constant presence of Dusk and Spines in this universe as well, the walls between realities were wounded. Both universes would soon die. Amazing how quickly you can think when you've just caused the extinction of reality, isn't it?
The Vortex began pulling. Pulling at the fabric of reality. The Vortex tugged. It tugged until everything was gone.
The Library was the first to go. Within three more seconds, everything from Manehattan to Los Pegasus was gone, as well. In five seconds, the Crystal Empire and Saddle Arabia went too. Half a second later, Zebrica was gone. The Vortex was cruel. In nearly six seconds, it had destroyed everything in either universe. Everything except my house. My house merged with itself. That "usurper" I took care of was Scarlet Scarf. That wasn't murder, it was suicide. I'm still here, but not for long. Now that I've told you the tale, it has no reason to keep me here. Ha. I just realized something: I just narrated the death of not one, but two universes! Let's see Smooth Voice do that!
"PEACE OUT, Y'ALL!!"
*As he shouted his final farewell, Crimson Capp (as well as his narration booth) faded from existence. So died the last survivor of The Vortex.*