Molly watched her arms - which were now strings - and stuck out her tongue. It was interesting to watch. They reminded her of muscles, but they could extend far away from her.
Wait a second.
She had noodle extendo-arms!
"Hello there. It appears that your arms are flexible now. How interesting."
The Player turned towards Zacharie, giving him a smile as a greeting.
"I suppose it is. I used to be so hopeful about succeeding, but due to a lot of events that have happened. I have lost much hope in doing so." the Player sighed sadly, "Perhaps our venture is futile after all."
"The end of the universe, of course," Zacha said with a chuckle. He had already made a few attempts at flagging down a space ship that could take him to the restaurant poised at the very brink of time, but they all failed one way or another. He knew now that the reason for going there was to reunite with his Addons, which had not left him until after he knew he had to go to the restaurant by some bizarre anomaly of time. Zacha simply let that go, knowing that time had it’s own strange way of working things out.
"Well, perhaps I can help you. I can travel very quickly through space after all, you simply need to tell me where this place is." they offered.
Player, why did you side with the batter? Why would you WILLINGLY help him on his mission? You knew what he was doing after a while, didn’t you. Why didn’t you stop? Why didn’t you let the Batter die? It’s all lies, everything is.. No, just hidden truths. Why didn’t you run away once you uncovered them?
PLAYER, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
"I did not know. He was so convincing. I thought I was doing good, we both thought we were doing good. We both should have known it was a lie, we both should have known the Manipulator had fooled us."
"I did not know, until the very end. Even then, I was too loyal to my Batter, I could not let him go, or stop him. I am sorry, so sorry. But he is remorseful now, he wants to change, he wants to rebuilt his world. There is nothing wrong with that. We are regretful, we are sorry."
The Player let out a small scream, snatching up a towel and holding it over their body. They stared at Zacharie in terror, unable to speak, their face blushing bright red.
"I’m just unfamiliar with the place," Zacha said, wandering through the area with no idea where he was.
"I see. Allow me to put on some clothes for a bit, and I shall guide you out of this place." the Player replied. They headed over to the door and closed it, "Excuse me for a moment."
"ỲÓ͡UŖ̢ ͘W̵È̸͡L͞͞C͠͏O̵҉M҉È͝,͡ ́BOT̕͢H̵̴̴ ̕OF ̢Y͜OU̶̢.́͝" he said, smiling. "N̶̨O͏W͝͠,͞ ҉̶͡AǸ̢͘YT̷͠H̵͞ÍN͏̧Ǵ͏̴ ̸E͜L̢S҉E̴̴?̷”
"I do not think so. Thank you so much, Zacharie. Perhaps I would come over to visit you some time." the Player suggested, giving him a smile and a nod.
*Proceeds to shove a cup of hot tea into the Player’s hands*
*Proceeds to provide a sweet energy soda to the Batter*
*Original programming rises*
T̴͟H̶́̕Ą̴͘T̡͠’͢͞L̛L̛͞ ̧B̸̢E̸ ̡4̡0̧͏҉ C̷̶R̢͢E̢DI͜TS͝.
The Player began to laugh. Welp, they should have known one could never change a Zacharie.
"Here you go, dear." they handed him the credits, "Thank you."
"Sounds like a plan. I think the fourth wall has taken enough abuse for one day." Proteus replied. Proteus then reloaded his assault rifle and shotgun.
"Okay, then. See ya." the mun grinned cheerfully. She handed the gun back to Proteus, saying, "Give this back to your mun if you’re able to meet him." before warping away as well.
The Player waved goodbye to their mun, and then went over to Proteus and gave him a hug, nuzzling at him. “You were amazing in combat.”
"It is no problem at all my dear," she smiled, glad that she had thought ahead and had made accommodations.
She had just assumed that Batter was more of the silent type.
"Ah, well, word hasn’t really gotten out just yet," she stalled. "My husband currently resides with me, he recently came back."
This caused the Batter to look rather uncomfortable, he turned away and continued to eat him the steak and ham he had placed on his plate. He did not exactly want to meet his alternative at the moment, especially an alternative who did not make the same mistake as he did, and murdered his own wife.