Chapter 5: The Interrogative Sentence

  Lord Marvel grabs Doctor Unggoy by the collar. “Welp… Time to interrogate you. OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!!”

  Doctor Unggoy backs away in fear.

  Lord Marvel sighs. “Came out wrong, bruh.”

  “WHERE ARE THE DRUGS GOING!?!?” asked Slime Tutorial. “Kidding. Uh… I’m bad cop, he’s good cop. We’re gonna torture you.”

  Slime Tutorial inserts his slimy flesh into his hand and punches his face. “WHERE’S MISTER KRABS!??!?”

  “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!!” sobbed Unggoy.

  “GIMME THE GODDAMNED MISTER KRABS, YOU MOTHERFUCKEEER!!!” yelled Lord Marvel.

  Lord Marvel laughs.

  “You, two, idiots, stop fucking around and start asking the right questions,” said the Reaper. The Reaper sighs, leaning before him.

  “If it isn’t the Reaper?” smiled Doctor Unggoy.

  The Reaper takes out a drill from his utility belt.

  “What’s that for?” asked Unggoy.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna use it on you,” said the Reaper, as Unggoy sighs in relief. “She is.” The Reaper hands it to Askal. “Askal: a Superegoist with lacunae.”

  Askal whistles and drills into his leg. Doctor Unggoy screams in horror.

  “Listen, Doctor Cultural-Appropriation. Unless you want to die bleeding out all over the floor,” said Dark. “What’s your plan?”

  “We’re going to unleash something…” he panted. “Monsters… from the dark dimension…”

  “What monsters?” asked Askal.

  Dark breathes in, shakily. “He’s gonna use a Bakunawa.”

  “A moon eater?” asked the Reaper.

  “I’ve read some files about there being a Bakunawa Queen out there in Jupiter, large enough to swallow Earth-777.”

  “How would they bring it here?” asked Askal.

  “Huh…” said Myrmex. “What if they use a similar manner to how I use my armies of ants with pheromones?”

  “Like… bait the Bakunawa Queen?” asked Dark.

  “You mean Jormugander?” asked Hercules.

  “Who?” asked Askal.

  “Jomugander. A giant snake I saved Earth from. Heard she got bigger after retreating to the heart of Jupiter,” said Hercules.

  “THERE’S A GIANT FUCKING SPACE SNAKE IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM!?!?” asked Askal. “How long do we got?”

  “2 days,” said Doctor Unggoy.

  “So, can we kill it?” asked Askal.

  Everyone turns to Beatle.

  “I am not gonna kill a living creature,” said Beatle.

  “Then what do we do?” asked the Reaper.

  “I can… lure it away into a portal.”

  “The question is, why did they lure it here in the first place?” asked the Reaper.

  “Bakunawa eats Heaven’s truffle-rich planets…” said Dark.

  “Wait… You’re saying this planet has-...” said Beatle.

  “This planet has Heaven’s truffle deposits somehow… No wonder Unbreakable wanted this world so badly…” said the Reaper.

  “What?” asked the Aswang. “What is Heaven’s Truffle, even?”

  “It’s a spiritually organic substance that has healing properties. When… combined with the blood of the Aswangs it can turn into Splooge. An addictive substance that can give you powers upon repetitive application.”

  “How?” asked Myrmex.

  Askal prepares to drill his thigh.

  “JESUS CHRIST!!! JUST ASK SOMETIMES!!!” yelled Unggot.

  Askal slowly puts it down before pointing it back to his thigh. “Eh?”

  “THERE ARE SPLOOGE FACTORIES ON THE PLANET!!!”

  “This planet is clean from genocide of Aswangs. Even Stefan dislikes the idea of using Aswang blood as resources for these weird-ass Morningstar factories…” said Beatle.

  “Well, that’s the thing… You didn’t know, did you? Hm?” asked Doctor Unggoy, before chuckling. “All Hail… Morningstar.“

  “You’re a double agent…” said Beatle, eyes widening. “Morningstar… She’s here!?”

  “Yes… Unbreakable HATES her… Where do you think she went when you fucking had Mars stop her plan to destroy the Multiverse? Hm?” His lips quivered in fear. “She’ll kill me when she figures out that I told you U double-crossed Unbreakable… KILL ME… KILL ME NOW!!!”

  Beatle backs away. “Where the hell is she!?”

  “YOU WILL DIE, BEATLE!!! AND SHE WILL BURN THIS… WORLD!!! HAHAHAHA-!!!” He bites into something, and his mouth foams, eyes rolling up. “She will harvest… all the… Splooge…” he gargled. “And will leave all her assets while the Black Spiral and you fight each other… to the death… AND I WON’T… GET TO… see it…” he bubbled, dying with his neck and head going limp.

  “WHERE THE FUCK IS MORNINGSTAR!!!” Beatle tries healing him, only for his body and guts to explode everywhere. Beatle grabs his head. “NO!!! NOOOO!!!” He slaps his head over and over.

  “What.. are Splooge factories?” asked the Aswang.

  “They’re holocaust camps that harvest YOUR KIND!!!” yelled the Reaper. “Then they make Splooge out of it. WHAT THE FUCK, BEATLE?!!? You got my son into this BULLSHIT AND BROUGHT THIS WAR INTO OUR-!?!?”

  Beatle pushes him away. “BACK OFF!!! I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS!!! I DIDN’T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS TO STILL BE A PART OF MY LIFE!!! I THOUGHT SHE DIED ON THE SHIP!!!”

  “Fuck you. You irresponsible MORON!!!”

  “FUCK OFF!!!” yelled Beatle. “YOU THINK YOU’VE GOT THE MORAL HIGH GROUND!?!? YOU’RE A SERIAL KILLER!!! And maybe your parents would still be alive if you weren’t such a psychopath-...”

  The Reaper beats Beatle to the ground with his indestructible bones. “ENDANGERING… MY SON!!!”

  “DAD!!!” yelled the Aswang as the others gasped and backed away.

  “SHUT UP!!!” yelled Beatle, punching him away. “I didn’t want to be the Saint King!”

  They all duck and hold as the duo crash out in the Tomb,

  “You became a rapture-starter, you demented FUCK!!!”

  Beatle punches the Reaper. “I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS!!!” yelled Beatle, knocking him down. “I DIDN’T ASK TO BE USED!!! TO BE TREATED LIKE SOME SORT OF MCGUFFIN FOR THE CHURCH TO USE AGAINST LUCIFER!!!” he sobbed, HAMMERING the Reaper over, and over, cracking his bone armor.

  The Reaper frowns and kicks him in the knees as he spins and strangles his neck from behind with his thighs. “YOUR WHOLE WAR CAUSED THE DEATH OF MY PARENTS!!! THE ASWANGS REBELLED!!! THEY WERE COLLATERAL DAMAGE TO A WAR YOU-!!!”

  “I DIDN’T ASK TO BE MADE!!!” he sobbed, falling to his knees. “I didn’t ask for any of this… I kept trying to fix my mistakes, man! But people kept dying! My mother. My mommy. My Dad… And for what?” he teared up. “I didn’t ask to be God… I was forced into it… And here I am… Trying… AND IT NEVER… FUCKING WORKS!!!” he boomed, as the Reaper let go. “It never works… I never… I’m a fuckin’ failure, man… I lost so many people I gave a damn about. WHY THE FUCK ARE WE ALL LIKE THIS?!?”

  “I’m sorry…” said the Reaper.

  “I’m sorry, too, man…” said Beatle. “I don’t know…” Beatle stands up and walks away.

  Night fell, and the group played some board games while brainstorming on what to do. They play Monopoly, with the money scattered all over the table.

  “Alcohol?” smiled Askal, offering one to Lord Marvel. She offers to Myrmex.

  “No, thank you,” Myrmex’s eyes dart back to the Aswang’s before looking down.

  The Aswang looks at every muscle and speck of her face, realizing she’s not telling him something again. Might be good news this time, but it’s dangerous to say it now.

  “Any ideas?” asked the Aswang. “How the fuck are we supposed to move an entire genocide factory away from Earth? And stop the giant space snake?”

  “Got nothing…” Myrmex sighed, brushing Antliom’s fur, who purrs in her lap.

  “Where’s Beatle?” asked Hercules.

  “Upstairs…” said the Reaper. “Fuck… Why’d he even start this war?”

  “I read his history,” said Myrmex. “He really didn’t have much of a say in it when he was recruited by the Church. He was forced to fight against the norm and was judged for it. It’s all written in Gospel Truth One.”

  “I’ve read the book. I call bullshit.”

  “It’s not. It’s written as a journal,” said Myrmex.

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  “So, what!?” laughed the Reaper. “He could have twisted the whole storyline!”

  “We could… ask someone WHO WAS there…” said Myrmex. “800 years ago…”

  Black Sabbath gets a call. She sighs, cradling Gabrielle as she calls for Billy. “Billy!?”

  “On it…” said Billy. “Mom? It’s for you!”

  “This is the Reaper-...”

  “I know,” said Black Sabbath.

  “Why did Beatle Saint King start the war?”

  “That’s a stupid question. Everyone knows I did. Well, that’s just self-blame that’s talking. What happened was Aurora got jealous when I seduced him when he was younger.”

  “So, he cheated.”

  “No. I coerced him. He’s autistic. He didn’t know how to respond.”

  “That’s not an excuse for all this.”

  “Of course it’s not. He spent 800 years fighting in constant wars to make up for the bullshit he helped cause. Eleven variants of him including the original Beatle caused the Multiverse to split into various versions of itself becaus of one constant heartbreaking decision of Morningstar betraying Beatle. Not the other way around.”

  “How did Morningstar betray Beatle?”

  “She killed him after she thought he cheated. Rebelled. Started a new regime where all suffering is deserved by Neurotypicals. She’s a racist motherfucker.”

  “So, what? I’m supposed to forgive him for that?”

  “Listen. Miguels tend to hate each other or lack trust for each other because they fear themselves being in their variants. I heard you have a kid. The Voice tells us that fact… and he’s your variant. You tried to raise him differently, a path away from you. He did. Isn’t that proof that maybe Beatle meant well? That he fought… he’s just like you, yes, but he must have had something else that changed his path for the better nowadays.”

  “And what was that?”

  “Me,” said Billy, speaking into the phone. “I’m his daughter. I… changed… how he looked at the world. He believed in himself because of me, even when the world doubted him.”

  Miguel looks at himself, remembering how he was met with public scrutiny, back with the arrest of Dingdong Narciso.

  “Do you understand how that feels? To have one person believe in you where the rest of the world hated you?”

  The Reaper turns to Miguel. “I know… how to lose that.”

  “Then you understand how my Dad feels,” said Billy. “He always feels like he’s failing me… and that he could be better… and that I deserve so much better, but I’m just happy he’s my Dad… If your son is there, tell him to stop hating himself. So should you. Bye.” Billy sighs.

  “He forced all this on my kid…” said the Reaper.

  “Your kid’s more special than ya think…” said Billy. “And there’s another reason.”

  The Reaper and the Aswang sat beside Beatle.

  The Reaper sighs. “So. You’re dying.”

  Beatle just stares silently at the stars. He looked at how vast, dark, and distant they were… each star is just an infinitesimal grain of sand in a desert of failures. His failure. This whole Multiverse… He made it. His variants made it. All the same. And the other, weaker, more distant variants pay the price of suffering in this cruel world. Beatle, saddened, even brushes the star emblem on his chest. The one Anna gave him. The one Aurora tore. The one Morningstar burnt her face with. The very thing that started everything. Beatle doesn’t cry, or scream, but gives out his signature sigh.

  “You found potential in my kid… So, you chose him… not to doom him… but you knew-...”

  “I knew…” Beatle turns to the Aswang. “I knew he could do what I could never. Have agency.”

  “Why would the Voice kill you?” asked the Aswang.

  Beatle shrugs. “The Voice works in mysterious ways. I don’t hate him. I don’t like him either. I love ‘im, he’s Supreme in my religion from long before, after all… But he was never the best at making the easier choice. I know, deep down, it hurts when he did this to me, his own kid. But then again, he did it before. He’d do it again.”\ Beatle looks up. “We fucking suck.”

  “I know. So does my kid,” said the Reaper.

  The Aswang smiles and laughs.

  “I’m not… good at this…” said the Reaper.

  “I am…” the Aswang sighs and grabs Beatle’s shoulder. “Absolutely nothing is wrong with us.”

  “I’m an autistic fuck…” said Beatle, crying. “All of us were born… wrong… That’s why the world hates our team… People like us… We caused all of this mayhem… for nothing…”

  “No. We…” said the Aswang. “We chose what we thought was best… because we give a damn about the people. Don’t let Stefan’s words break who you are… who we are… Because who we are… is much more unbreakable than he could ever be.”

  “Fine. What are we?”

  “We… are a group of Filipino neurodivergent losers… who are going to save this world…” said the Aswang.

  “How?” asked Beatle. “What can we do?”

  “We can see the world differently. We can break boundaries. We can change the world. And you did it the MOST out of ALL OF US. Better or for worse… You always chose the right thing. You inspired all of us… Why destroy that?” said the Reaper.

  Beatle smiles.

  The Reaper sighs. “Let’s get to work.”

  “I have a plan,” smiled Myrmex, with the others tearing up and crying while they watched from the doorway. “C’mon, sappy mushes… I have a plan…”

  “WE MAKE Unbreakable MEET Morningstar…” said Myrmex.

  “What? Morningstar already knows he’s here,” said Beatle.

  “Does UNBREAKABLE know she’s here?” smiled Myrmex.

  “Huh…” said Beatle.

  “What if we cause them to fight?” asked Myrmex.

  “No, no… How? That’d cause the Earth to scorch… No… the entire 3 universes… tops…” said Dark.

  “That’s why we should bring them to a neutral dimension!”

  “The Primal Forge,” said the Reaper.

  “You mean where all the gods are made?” asked Happy.

  “It’s a toilet. If a spiritual entity enters it, it comes out a physical one. If a physical entity enters it, it gets shot out of the Multiverse,” smirked the Reaper. “My Dad told me.” He arrogantly shrugged.

  “Then the Space Snake?” asked the Aswang.

  “We teleport it away, too,” said Myrmex.

  “My teleportation isn’t strong enough…” said the Aswang.

  “That’s why we need to use the ship to teleport the entire thing away.”

  “And the factories?” asked Beatle.

  “We free the Aswangs. Ask ‘em to rebel…” smirked Myrmex.

  Chapter 6: Day of the Bakunawa Part I

  The snake slowly approached the Earth, hovering over it and covering the sun.

  “The Splooge Factories… They’re all in the Artificial Hollow Earth…” said Myrmex, pinpointing the carbon footprint underneath the planet. “I’ll go to the ship with Happy. Hercules fought the Bakunawa before. Keep the snake at bay, push him away. Slime Tutorial, Lord Marvel, Dark, and Askal, you guys face Unbreakable and lead him to wherever Morningstar is. Beatle, the Reaper, and Miguel should free the factories. We’ll handle the Eradicator. Got it?”

  The heroes nod to each other and commence the plan, but then…

  The Wrecker Golems break into their mansion, and Beatle phases out from the floor and crosses his arms.

  Beatle blasts all of them with heat vision, melting them all as they all turn to dust.

  Myrmex and Miguel end up emerging and killing the Wrecker Golems, knocking them all down.

  Myrmex speaks up. “Hey. Before we initiate the plan, I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

  Miguel snaps the neck of the Wrecker Golem. “For?”

  “For cheating on you back then… I never apologized for it… Properly, I mean. I was emotional…”

  “Hey. We made it work, hm?” smiled Miguel. “Also, you gained some weight from the McDo, dude…”

  Myrmex sighs, stimming constantly. “Uh…”

  Miguel turns to her. “Myrmz… You have A BAD habit of saying things that aren’t the best-...”

  “I’m pregnant,” said Myrmex. “Yes, it’s yours.”

  Miguel facepalms. “I’m… very, very happy… God, I love you.” He kisses her. “But…”

  “‘But?’ Don’t you dare leave me doing this by myself… Or or or don’t you stop me from doing this… Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m not an Infected any-...”

  Dark decapitates a Wrecker Golem about to kill the couple.

  “No, it’s just that… What if the baby’s going to… be just like us? And what if the baby would… be… alone…? Experience what we did?”

  “We found friends, right?” Myrmex looks at the others.

  Miguel sighs. “I won’t let us die…”

  “That’s my guy…” Myrmex smiles, spinning and shattering the face of the next Golem. They kissed while explosions occurred just about everywhere around them..

  Meanwhile, Antlion mauls a Wrecker Golem as well.

  “Mmm…” said Myrmex.

  “When are we laying the egg?” asked Miguel, smiling.

  “What the fuck? I’m gonna lay an egg!?” asked Myrmex.

  “You had sex with me…” said Miguel.

  “The egg gets encased by an eggshell by the third month. Hatches after a day,” said the Reaper, smirking as he knocks down another Wrecker Golem with his fists.

  “What the fuck?” asked Myrmex. “Does it hurt?”

  “Imagine giving birth to Octuplets,” said Miguel.

  “Christ…” said Myrmex. “Well… LET’S DO THIS THING!!!”

  The Aswang smirks and burns all of the Wrecker Golems away.

  The heroes manage to leave the area as they all teleport away, with the mansion now in shambles.

  Hercules lands on the space snake and sighs, hearing the creature roar. “Okay. I’m gonna… just… push you a bit away… Alright, ol’ Nessie? Fuck… Alright…” He spat on his right, then his left hand, and began pushing. “GUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

  Myrmex and Happy are teleported into the vicinity.

  “Happy?” asked Myrmex. “Guard the door.”

  Happy smirks and activates his drones.

  The guards prepare to breach and take out their guns. “PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!! SURRENDER OR DIE!!!”

  Happy sighs. “Oh… Honey.” He smirks, looking up as a cybernetic red glow leaves from his eye. “I’m home.” Happy charges and activates his drones, which each fly around and knock their blocks off, shattering their skulls and their bones as he just walks around and casually knocks each of them down and kills them. Happy suavely kicks one down, then punches him and blasts him away with his drones, tearing his head off and drilling a hole into his chest. Happy cuts them down, one by one. He strikes one in the eye and drills into his skull. Then Happy uses another drone to drill their brains. Happy smiles as he grabs another’s head and tears his face off. Happy then began to dance, spinning his ass around as the drones just kept feasting on their flesh…

  Meanwhile, Unbreakable returns to his office while on the ship. “What the hell!? Dark. Askal. You’ve returned with new recruits,” he sneered, as Dark, Askal, Slime Tutorial, and Lord Marvel sat in the office. “Wait… Didn’t you two crash my party and beat the shit out of Sullivan-?”

  Dark charges and hammers his katana into his head, creating a shockwave.

  Unbreakable slowly lowers his head, giving an absolutely livid look. He furrows his nose and charges as Lord Marvel hugs them and creates a stone ball bubble, rolling away. “ROLLIN’ ROLLIN’ ROLLIN’ ROLLIN!!!” yelled Lord Marvel, singing as Unbreakable chases after the stone ball, which rolls off the spaceship.

  Miguel, Beatle, and the Reaper manage to infiltrate the factories. Well, as much to a shock to them, the ENTIRETY of Hollow Earth, underneath earth, the Pacific Ocean, IS indeed just one big factory.

  “What the fuck…?” asked the Aswang.

  The Reaper, the Aswang, and Beatle face the factory.

  They teleport inside, horrified to see that all the Aswangs are slaves, chained up and cut all over. There are body parts hung all around the factory, with blood dripping into jars of Heaven’s Truffles. The Aswangs would be forcefully stabbed, forcing them to have panic attacks, transforming into Aswangs where they would be decapitated and cut into pieces, each bleeding drop filling the jars of Heaven’s Truffles.

  Miguel is horrified, seeing all of this. “What the fuck?”

  The Reaper sighs, pulling the Aswang away. “C’mon, kid. Stay away. Your eyes, I mean. Keep ‘em away…”

  Beatle sighs and sees that there are farms of these poor people in cages. “C’mon…” Beatle tears it open to let the Aswangs out. Beatle opens a portal, snaps his fingers, and they all teleport away, as the Spooge Factory immediately shuts down.

  “Okay… We stopped the snake, right?”

  Beate sighs. “We gotta teleport these jars of Splooge away first. Confiscate them.” Beatle tries to teleport it away, but it doesn’t work. “The hell?” He snaps his fingers again, over and over. “What the-?”

  Suddenly, now in a shorter form, a being from Beatle’s past takes out her trident, glowing red in the darkness.

  The Aswang, the Reaper, and Beatle’s eyes widen as they turn slowly behind them.

  Morningstar sneers before Beatle. “Heeey!” she spoke in a valley girl accent.

  Beatle blasts at her with his Cain Marker, only to be knocked out with a single strike.

  The Aswang roars and blasts flames at her, angered, as the Reaper blasts a heat beam at her as well, but she just flails her fingers and slaps both beams away.

  The Reaper roars and activates his bone armor, where he hammers his fists at Morningstar, who easily weaves away.

  “Interesting…” She blasts heat vision at him, which the Reaper dodges. “Never have I ever seen a Miguel dodge my strike… Reaper? Is that you? You Aswang killing fuck? My old sergeant?”

  “I DON’T KILL ASWANGS ANYMORE!!!” boomed the Reaper. “Not after I learned who my targets really were YOU SICK FU-!!!”

  Morningstar grabs him by the neck and snaps it, as he fell to his knees and fell face-first.

  The Aswang runs and hugs the Reaper. “Dad! Regen! Quick… She’s about to-! Dad? DAD!!!” He began to cry out. “DAAAAAD!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!” Miguel is forced to transform, and Morningstar smiles.

  Morningstar reaches out for him and pulls him away, as the Aswang cries for teh Reaper, trying to pull himself off and run back to his limp body. “Ooh! I could clone this one and make a new-...”

  Beatle charges and tackles her, beating her over and over. “MIGUEL!!! I’M GONNA HOLD HER OFF!!! MIGUEL!!! GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!!”

  Miguel holds the Reaper in his arms, crying.