Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Dawnguard Fort

Until next time, Cyrus. And you too, Confetti Band.

   Ha! Cyrus! Surely our Cyrus would like to know him! They even have the same hair color!   

...

Later, this night...

In the rooftop of the fort, the 3 musicians were chatting. Belen tells them about the dream, about Darkrai, about the Vanilla Gang and about Cyrus.

So, our soul was transformed into stranger creatures by the lord of Nightmares, and you saved us.

But I have to know something: You were Belle all time? Really?

Well... yes.

And thus you really love us??

Well... It's complicated. I really love to be your friends, but...

They remained in silence. Is a really awkward situation for everybody.

Belen, we love you too, and we love to be your friend. This isn't the time to discuss about romance, you know?

Right! Now it's time to eat and get a night of sleep without nightmares.

The 3 guys hugs.

Vanilla Gang HQ

We defeated Darkrai, but I have the feeling that the nightmares are far from end...'

Dream World

Over the ruins of the crystal castle, a dark egg is pulsating...

To be continued...?

Power of a Devil

Secret Barrage 「And Then Will There Be None?」

Flandre goes down into a sprinter's stance, then disappears from sight. In that instant, Muzan is struck by a barrage of claw attacks from all sides, flung up in the air, and savaged again, raining blood upon the battlefield. Finally, Flandre reappears, using her "Eye Crusher" on what's left of his mangled body to blow it to messy giblets. Then again, and again, and again, until even the bloody chunks are reduced to smaller, bloodier chunks. She lands on the ground, clutching her chest and breathing heavily.

"Phew... I think I may have overdone it a little..."

Edited by Arachnos on Mar 2nd 2021 at 4:23:55 AM

"...Me."

Miles blinked in surprise from behind his mask, for a moment taken off-guard by the similarities between this entity's design and the Devourer Of Gods. Regardless, they didn't seem too pleased to see him, for whatever reason, "Um...hello...you wouldn't happen to be related to the Devourer in any way, would you?"

Muzan starts to burn up in the sun as Nagato disables his immunity. He falls to all fours, desperately trying to regenerate or form some implement out of his flesh, but under the Numbing Mists it will no longer obey his will.    "N-no! How could this be?!"   

"Next you're gonna boast about your immortality, aren't you?"

   "I AM THE IMMORTAL KIBUTSUJI MUZ-huh?!"    And then Flandre blasts him to smithereens.

Finally, Joseph pulls out a jug of water, pours it over the remains and discharges his Hamon into them until nothing is left.

The Ultimate Thing, Kibutsuji Muzan... is dead. No more will the forces of good, nor his own servants, suffer under his tyranny.

Doomguy hoists his Super Shotgun over his shoulder and turns away to leave.

"Alright..." Joseph breathes a sigh of relief, then turns to the other combatants. "If any of you want an explanation, I'll give it to you."

Edited by KiriK on Mar 2nd 2021 at 3:51:21 AM

DEMON SLAIN

The Hunter raise their arms to the sky and give out a triumphant "shout" to it, before turning to Joseph, apparently curious.

Edited by Bolded1 on Mar 2nd 2021 at 10:58:03 AM

Flandre yawns like she hasn't just casually reduced a godlike abomination that may or may not be one of her own kind to a smear on the floor in cold blood.

"I think we did that wrong a little bit... normally, from what my sister tells me, it's customary to have tea with the incident starter after beating them..." She pokes the still-warm ashes of what used to be the ultimate lifeform. "I don't think mister devil is in a good shape for a tea party. He's a little bit... too broken now... Oh well. To be fair, he didn't sound like the type to be into tea anyways."

Edited by Arachnos on Mar 2nd 2021 at 5:08:14 AM

Joseph cocks his head quizzically at Flandre. "Er... I don't know what world you're from, but in my world, when someone is out to kill you, there is very rarely a chance to make up and make friends."

Goemon creeps back in to retrieve Zantetsuken - and also to listen in on the conversation.

"Anyway, my name is Joseph Joestar. You can call me JoJo. I don't know who that man was, but he had some obvious similarities to a vampire - until he used a magic gemstone from my world to become the perfect lifeform, eliminating all weaknesses and giving him the ability to adapt his body on the fly."

The Hunter tilt their head at the Vampire but nothing really comes out of it.

They wave in a surprisingly happy manner and then just vanish without any manner of warning or build-up.

"I'm Flandre, mister Joseph. I don't know about the pile of ashes over there, since he wasn't very polite and didn't answer me when I asked, but I am, indeed, a vampire. Me and my sister Remilia, our maid Sakuya and my sister's friend Patchouli live in a mansion on a lake. They go on all sorts of adventures sometimes, while I usually stay in my room. My sister says it's dangerous for me to go outside. I mean, dangerous for everything else. Also, the sun is a pain and Sakuya makes the red tea and cakes for me, so I don't really have a reason to leave. But it gets boring, you know? And I just keep breaking my toys. Sometimes I feel like going on an adventure like the others."

She rubs her stomach. "Ah, I'm feeling a little hungry after all that playtime. I wish Sakuya was here with some tea and cakes now..." It doesn't even occur to her that she could, y'know. Feed like normal vampires.

Edited by Arachnos on Mar 2nd 2021 at 6:13:15 AM

Joseph sweats nervously, recalling what Flandre means by 'breaking' things. "E-er, well, I could... make you some tea, at least!"

He gestures to the Bee and Barb.

Goemon smirks. "You don't seem like someone who knows how to make tea. Allow me to handle it."

"That's very nice of you, mister Joseph and mister... sword. At least we can have half of a proper adventure ending, even if it's without that devil guy." She follows the pair into the tavern.

Hub Centralis

The legendary cyber saiyan is focused fairly intensely on a holopad with a lot, and I mean a lot of data points on it.

"But if that were to happen... but then that Taro would... quantum... fuck, I fucking hate time travel!"

He claps the holopad off in disgust.

Hub Centralis

Hub Centralis. How had Angel ended up here, anyways? Well, the answer is complicated. To make a long story short, Angel talked to a few people, fought a big worm, and somehow along the way ended up at the hub.

Of course, while walking along the... somewhat confusingly laid out central hub of the arena, she would happen upon a single, confused looking fellow closing a data pad, shouting about time travel.

"Are you having issues comprehending the results of travelling through time in unorthodox patterns?"

She tilted her head inquisitively, smiling at the fellow in front of her.

"Buh?"

He perks up. Not many people here are brainios.

"Yeah. See, there was this one wacky-ass super villain, Taro, who attacked this place. His evil plan involved him hopping throughout different timelines and eating his alternate selves to power himself up."

"We beat the him that came here and locked him up good, but... quantum-multiverse divergence, you know? There's still an exponentially rising number of him rampaging throughout my home timestream. It's literal hell trying to track their movements."

"I cannot help you with that. Unfortunately, my reality does not work under similar laws... time travel is simply not possible in the form you see. But I can help you process the data, if you so wish.

She puts her hand over the emerald crystal on her chest. "I am Angel, by the way. It is very nice to meet you."

Her reality most certainly does not have time travel. To do so would require taking the entire timeline and forcefully making it run backwards, a fact she learned at a very inopportune time. Of course, she figured it out, but it was still very inconvenient.

"Your reality seems really compressed."

"Nice to meet you too, I guess. I'm Oca. The smartest monkey in the universe! He who has brains and brawn!" he says with a flourish.

"And sorry, but the data itself is like... confidential? Time agent stuff. Top secret."

Edited by Rbade on Mar 2nd 2021 at 4:44:30 AM

"Of course. I would not want to intrude upon your confidentiality. I would like to assist you in this matter, but I don't think it is my place. As for the supposed compression of my reality... I suppose you could call it that. Well, I mean, at one point anyways. It's getting a bit thin now."

Her expression becomes a little grim for a moment, but she's back smiling not long after.

"So, what brings you to this place?"

"Lunch break."

Wow, that sure is an answer.

"While ago - three? Four years? Time travel machine spazzed the fuck out and spat me here. Found a way back and forth, and I've just been vining since then."

"You new?"

"Why yes, I am new here. Understanding this arena was difficult at first, but I have developed an understanding borderlining on comprehensive. The secret, I found, was to stop trying to understand under ones expectations of "normal" reality."

Of course, there was still plenty to learn... there's always more to learn, she's found. As old as she is, the same is true even of her own reality... though, as time passes, the things left to do are running out.

"I very much doubt anyone could develop a 'comprehensive' understanding of this godforsaken, inconsistent world, but okay."

He pops out a can of some soft drink from seemingly nowhere and takes a swig.

"... What do you mean by your reality is getting 'thin'?"

"It's just... old. As with many of its like, it expands at an increasing rate as it becomes older and older. The last of its stars have begun to die, everything is so far apart that none but I can travel beyond intergalactic space. Life itself is almost entirely gone. That is what I mean by 'thin'."

She frowns, talking about her world like this. She remembers when it was vibrant and endless, and the dreams of its life extended beyond the stars... now, it's all so hopeless, a dark reflection of what life was like all the way back during the short early years of her life.

"RIP and condolences... Probably not too special, though. I met this one guy, his name was Taco or something, said his universe was eaten by like some sort of sentient universe. Hell of a way to go."

Oca points a finger at himself.

"Mine was eaten by daemons. We mostly got out okey-doke, but still, miss the place sometimes."

Angel is silent for a moment.

"I can... uh... wow, I did not expect that answer. That is extremely unfortunate, for both you and this... taco."

Honestly, the nonchalant way he says it combined with the sheer absurdity of the situation is almost enough to make her laugh, but she doesn't because that would be impolite. She certainly hasn't heard a story like that before, though.

"A universe that eats universes? Oh! I had to deal with something like that, once.

"Well, what can ya do? Besides killing all the daemons. I think there were a few vigintillion too many for that to work, though."

"Really? How'd you stop it? ... Or did you not and that's what's depleting your place right now."

"Back then, I lacked much of what I do now. Allies, power... but I still managed to triumph. Ultimately, the secret was... well, have you ever heard of arbitrary code execution? It is when one arranges a series of variable to manipulate data to do something unintended, like... naming a character in a game a series of numbers that causes the game to load a scenario far before it should. I essentially used a similar function, but by manipulating the position of various key persons throughout the multiverse. The end result was the malignant reality simply... ceasing to exist. Nowadays, I would hesitate to use such extreme measures, but back then, I had no choice."

She shakes her head with her eyes closed for a brief moment. She hadn't liked doing that, but the end result was well worth the very slight sacrifices required. It wasn't as if anyone was hurt.