Fancy Pants's Story

Chuza stood there watching this play unfold before her, watching as Maxwell played upon the emotions of Vargas. Whether it was true or not, she did not know, but it was clear she had some plan in inciting his fury. Perhaps it was a ploy to let his emotions make him sloppy, how fiendish if that was the case, but not strategically unsound at the same time. No, she thinks chastising herself, it is still wrong.

Soon she started to feel strange, as if something were being taken from her. She did not possess a life force like any normal creature, but she is composed entirely of some form of it. The spell thus has a far more visual impact as strands of her very being begin to shed off from her, like she were slowly unraveling. She held out her hands, sifting the threads through her fingers, vision blurring as it took her a moment to grasp it. With a gasp she tugs at her ghostly threads and begins to wrap it into a soft blue ball of wispy light, tendrils of thread flowing off from it growing more unstable the longer it went on.

"Stop this, Creator Maxwell, this path will bring nothing good for any of us," she pleads, hugging tightly onto the yarn ball formed of her life threads. She was once again given no other choice than to act, she crouched down, the space below her warping downwards creating a bowl within space itself before letting the built up pressure launching herself at such velocity that her body now resembling a living comet along with the tail. As she grows close, she suddenly stops, a halo-like ring ripples through space from her creating a strange hollow ringing sound in the air, and she thrusts the wisp ball at Maxwell causing it to implode, violently causing a chain reaction that crashes the warped space outward against her creating a loud otherworldly groan as the dimensional fabric was placed under strain.

Chuza would not excape unfazed by this desperate act either, the gateway in her chest cracking at the edges as the threads were violently ripped from her, an ominous light now bleeding from the fissures causing her to wince. She felt for the first time a true physical sensation of pain, but instead of fear, she only smiles.

"Strange, I always imagined I would be hollow inside..."

The Chosen Few couldn't formulate a perfect plan of attack against the Creator. It would be useless to go on the defense, because that would easily be made redundant by the God's attacks. Their full-on assault just scratched Maxwell, not doing as much damage as they hoped. However, as they say, if it bleeds, we can kill it.
Just as the group began to prepare another wave of attacks, something hit them. An ongoing wave of energy had just crashed into them, slowly but physically draining them of energy. The heroes looked at each other. Adam Skelecoot's eyeholes were occupied by two white lights which where flickering violently. It was specifically fatal for a corpse when their life force, or their soul, is sucked out of them. Any longer and Adam would just become another pile of bones.
Wrinkles were forming on the other heroes, Fancy beginning to crinkle like a used tissue. Mortals have a limited supply of anima which slowly drains from them as they grow older. Having that life force drain from them even faster by an anomalous entity speeds up the aging process by five-fold.
Their lives slowly fading away from them, they would watch pathetically as Chuza began to visually unravel like an old sock. Whatever this Owru was, it seemed to be made entirely of some form of life unlike the normal mortal anima. The woman would tug at the threads before they would float away, forming them into a yarn ball of undefinable life which she throws at the rogue Creator. Hopefully the attack would be strong enough to disrupt the spell and prevent the Chosen Ones from dying.

Vargas look pained as his life force was starting to drain from his body, however he was too angry and determined to let this affect him. Elyzia and Valfiel used their scythes as supports as they were far less used to facing a Gods power. It was clear that they would last last long with this continued assault.

Maxwell stopped her attack however as she defended against the wisp ball. She watched as the dimensional frabric warped and knew something like that could possibly harm her. Raissing her spear he formed a magical barrier which defended against the brunt of the assault but still managed to harm her a bit.

However a soon as the ball of wisp cleared Vargas charged forward now bristling with energy. "Everyone charge at once! Ready your strongest attacks! Because this God is going down!" He yelled filling everyone with some supplementary energy to replace the energy they had just lost.

Elyzia and Valfiel both took a deep breath and together they focused their energy together to prepare their strongest attack and followed right behind Vargas.

"Impressive...very impressive...I expected nothing less of a hero of the God wars. But do the rest of you have what it takes? Come then mortals, show me your strength." Maxwell pointed at them as he focused all her owner into her defence. Like Vargas said, certain Gods were not suited for certain things, Maxwell was not a physical combatant and was in a disadvantage. However her spells did indeed pack a punch. But with no new plan of attack she wanted to see what they can do. This was why she brought them here after all.

As she began to reweave the fissures left in her form, Chuza chuckled dryly to herself, she had harmed herself far more than she did to Maxwell, but was also shocked that she could even feel anything, let alone pain. It became clear she was not a warrior at heart, even now unable to find the conviction to truly bring harm to another. At least she had given them some reprieve from their torment, that matters more. Yet, around her, they are giving the heroes of this world give their all against one declared as a god, albeit fallen.

Fallen.

Chuza raises her head as it dawns upon her, the meaning of that title.

"I can not imagine what is worse, to become an outcast to your own world, or to lose everything you held dear," she says to Maxwell, attempting at last to try understanding what motivations she may have. With a sigh, she places her white hands on her cracked chest, now bleeding a bluish ethereal smoke. "Until recently we could not even imagine pain, so um... thank you. is it strange to thank someone for that? Still, I will give my all for those mortals on Grand Gaia."

With this she holds out her black arms, her winglike flaps pulsing with a blue light, the aetheric energies within her bleeding off from her chest like tendrils of light. This time she was not aiming at Maxwell, her target was everyone else there, transfusing her own energy to replenish what was taken and more. This act only exasperated her wound, however.

"Or rather I should say, I will give them my all."

Yes, the spell had been broken. The Chosen Ones could feel their life force stabilizing, their strength returning to them and boosted from Vargas' battlecry. As one entity, they would rise like the vengance of man, brandishing their weapons. Max's robotic arm begins to bulge again, but this time it was increasing the strength of his punch. Adam's sword would begin to glow again, literally pulsating with the essence of Order that coursed within its steel blade. Fancy would reach into Jack's backpack and pull out a comically large sharpener, bigger than the backpack itself, and briefly sharpen his pencil before putting it back in. What they lacked in combat equipment, Toons made up for their knowledge of the infinite dimension of hammerspace. Whilst Fancy Pants was attending to his weapon, Jack would get out a bamboo cane which had a boater perched on its handle. He decided to put it on for tradition's sake.
Then they began to feel another sensation, this time not draining their energy, but replenishing it and boosting it. If their eyes would glow, they would, but the only visual effect of this was the recent wrinkles buffing out, the Chosen Ones looking more young than they had been. With this newly found vigour, the Chosen Few would sprint again at the God. This time, Adam attempted a rightward slash at Maxwell's right knee, Max would aim a metallic uppercut at her chin, Fancy would stab at her left elbow and Jack would run behind the God, leap up and slam his bamboo cane down on her cranium,

As Vargas charged at the God, his body was soon engulfed in flames as he took to the skies along with Elyzia and Valfiel. They too were now surrounded by dark energy since they had an affinity for darkness. "Ultimate move! Ignis! WEISER!" Vargas yelled as he brought his sword down.

"Finishing move! Deathdealing Strike!" Valfiel called out as she also Brought her scythe down which was now surrounded by an ominous glow.

"For everyone at home...Final move, Heartstopper..." Elyzia spoke calmly as she followed right behind her sister as her scythe also glowed.

The first three strikes slammed with so much power, along with Vargas's and Chuza's energy it was clear the God was not going to hold against the attack with her barrier and it soon shattered into small particles which invited a surprised expression on Maxwell's face. As soon as the others arrived she was too busy reeling from the magical backlash she had just received. The strike to her knee from Adam caused her to fall down on her good knee as the cut was now visible and looked bad, the uppercut from Max sent her reeling backwards, a strike from Fancy rendered her arm useless just like her knee, and finally Jack hit her from behind on the head causing her to black out momentarily before falling to the ground in a heap.

"Very...Impressive...but that is enough..." Maxwell spoke in pained gasps and warped out before Vargas struck the killing blow. She soon appeared standing but appeared dangerously wounded. "Allow me to speak...before you all go in for the kill..." She spoke holding her bleeding elbow.

Chuza relents with her spell and lands before Maxwell, her arms once again fusing. She holds out one to signal a cease of action and turns to stare Maxwell in the eyes. The cracks at the edges of the gateway in her chest continues to bleed forth light smoke, though less now that she was no longer using any power.

"This was some kind of test," she says, half questioningly, half knowingly. She had already assumed this whole encounter felt of something strange, but she could only see a series of events, rather than the direct intentions behind them. "You... you take your life for granted."

With this she sighs, holding a hand to her wounded chest realizing such words could be said for her as well. "No, I do not want to kill you, never once did" she says, looking downcast. "Creator Maxwell, if you truly are the creator of Grand Gaia, then I even can say I am jealous... there must have been great love behind it once... I wish I could share in that. Yes, you may speak."

Now, that was more like it. The Creator was mortally wounded, immobilised from the attack on her arm and leg, and weak. Just one more assault and she would be finished.
However, before the killing blow was delivered, Maxwell dematerialised and rematerialised elsewhere and called for a truce. The enthusiasm draining from the Chosen Ones, they considered the consequences of a Creator dying. The forces of Chaos were always trying to remove the Creators from control of their worlds. If they died, would their world die with them? It was possible that the worlds are kept alive by the Creators' vision, their Idea of their world keeping it from vanishing. If this was the case, then they almost doomed Grand Gaia themselves.
Adam shook his head. "Maxwell, we had known for years that Creators in general have a certain love for the worlds they create. It may be apathic love, but love all the same. We never knew them actively trying to destroy their creations. Why would you want to destroy something you possibly put so much effort into envisioning?"

As Vargas was prepared to deal a finishing blow, the others seemed to allow her to speak. He was irritated at this notion however they wanted to hear what she had to say. Maxwell nodded thankfully before speaking."I would like to get one thing straight first..." Maxwell started as she channeled her energy and her wounds began to heal. "I do love this world, however I am not the only one responsible for its destruction. I may be a fallen God, however it is the other three that wish to bring upon destruction of this world, they have more hatred to humans then I. I wish to see them gone so I can help rebuild but the time being I must appear to be on their side." She explained before dusting her dress.

"However there is something important I must add, we are in a part Grand Gaia. However this 'plane' we are in holds seperate realities. In one reality I am slain along with the other four, and all of the six heroes were slain. That part when they were dead was a half lie and half truth. You see four of them are gone. Lance, the demon pike consumed him. Magress, his curse of revenge led to his death. Atro, sacrificed himself for the youth. Eze, proved that only he was strong enough to beat him. In another time we would all be dead, however you and the heroine of water is still alive. I am offering you all a proposition, you seek to save all of Grand Gaia from the Gods, of course not all of us are evil. If you eliminate the other three fallen Gods, then I shall tell you one final task. But for now, I will answer your questions." Maxwell spoke as the room began to change and suddenly she was sitting on a chair.

Chuza sighs with relief as the hostile atmosphere gradually abates. She then listens to what Maxwell has to say and rubs her chin, pondering on what to say to it. She spoke of possibilities, a concept not at all unfamiliar to a clairvoyant like herself who had also seen a possible future.

"I must say, the idea of destroying others, be they god or mortal, is a subject I cannot take lightly," she admits, once again attempting to mend the cracks in her chest. "But if what you say is true, then something must be done else this course of events may come to pass. Of course I want to save Grand Gaia, even if I am an outsider... but... what part do I play in all this?"

It's possible that the intergalactic paladins were brought into the war between the mortals and gods by Fate. The Discworld even has a god for the phenomena of narrative inevitability, who ironically can be bargained with. If this was the case, then maybe this is why they never heard of Grand Gaia before; it wasn't until now that the world needed the assistance of another, which then brought the new world into view. The Imagiverse Defenders considered the opportunity for a new adventure in a new world and silently thanked Fate for it, which they seldom do.
Hearing the gruesome fates of four of the Gaian Heroes, they took a note to be careful in this new world. The Creator proved to be a formidable foe, but they doubted, much to their knowledge of the triangle of power, that Maxwell was the worst of them. It was likely that she held off to test their strength, because she could have easily wiped them from existence. It was like she was weighing them up to see if they were sufficent enough for whatever task she would offer them.
As the Creator sat down on a chair that materialized behind her, the skeleton would exchange glances with his comrades, as if making a silent agreement, before stepping forward to address the Creator of Grand Gaia. "Alright, we'll accept your task. It's bin a while since we had a real challenge. Could you maybe tell us where these other Fallen Gods are?"

Maxwell slowly nodded to herself as the others seemed to agree with her plan, however not surprisingly Vargas and the two sisters Valfiel and Elyzia were not as eager to accept the plan. "And you expect me just to just go along with it like we are now friends? Tell me why I should even consider helping you and not turning around." Vargas crossed his arms and forced the words out. Assisting a God? Sure some may have been an ally but it could have been telling a lie. Who knows was this God had in mind.

Elyzia and Valfiel were pondering wether to assist Maxwell or not, if what she was saying is true then they would be saving the world to protect. However trusting a God was not an easy decision. They looked at each other just thinking...do they trust her?

Maxwell sighed before speaking. "If not for me then do it for everyone else. I can tell you the heroine of water is in danger, head to Palyma. That is where Cardes lies sealed away and about to get free soon. First I will send you all to St.Lamia where there should be a gate leading there. Of course you don't have to go Vargas, Hero of fire. However if you want to help your last friend I suggest you also tag along for this one thing. Your father should also already be on the move himself. As for you sisters...I know it is difficult to trust me however I have no ill intentions. I can't say any more as I do not have any words to gain your trust." She spoke before turning from the outsiders.

"As I have stated Cardes is in Palyma currently sealed. Zevhalhua lies in the Agni Region in her tower. And Alfa Dilith lies in Vriksha. However you must destroy Cardes to weaken the seal on the other two to actually be able to engage them. Once you made up your minds speak to me. See if you can convince the three. You will need all the help you can get." Maxwell then turned her chair around.

Chuza rubs her cheeks as her thoughts become quickly burdened and her eyes visibly turning a darker shade of blue, what right does a god of nothingness have to deny existence to another?

Laadan will fight, stupid gods waged war on them, not other way around!

They did indeed infringe the rights of others first, she admits.

Um, I-I, a soft and timid voice echoes from the depths of Chuza's mind. I don't like it... I really don't... but... I agree with Laadan, these people deserve to live how they want to live without... y'know... b-but, I want to have a turn soon i-if... that is okay.

"You can take it any time, this is your body," Chuza responds with some confusion. She was surprised to hear from the main ego.

What right does anyone have to their existence? Every one has stolen it from another at some point, all are untrustworthy... I could make this easier.

I hardly need your kind of help, she retorts internally before light returns to her eyes.

"3/4 of Owru agrees to the terms, she says confidently to Maxwell before looking back to the others then walks up to Vargas with her head down. For a moment she thinks on what to say, nervously rubbing her arms before meeting eyes. "I understand, you are dedicated to fighting these fallen gods, you were likely born into this conflict between your kind and theirs but... if what she says is true, then it isn't it of great importance to you to act on it? What harm is it to be sure at the least? And besides," with a brief pause Chuza edges in closer and lowers her voice to a whisper. "I've noticed Maxwell has a curiosity about mortals, but I think in truth she's trying to find herself. In our battle, I realized that aside from power she is not really all that different from a human... perhaps instead, with influence, she can be saved."

So, the task set before them is to find these persumably trapped heroes in these regions of Grand Gaia and save them, save for one that have to destroy to save the other two. Ah well, kill two birds with one stone. It would be useful to get some help from the other Gaian heroes to fight the Fallen Gods; as the Creator said, they're going to need all the help they can get.
"Alright," said Adam Skelecoot, sheathing his glowing sword. "If it helps to kill these Gods of yours, we'll pick up these heroes. How's that, guys?" This would be directed to his colleagues, who would respond with a murmur of "Sure, why not". The skeleton would then turn to Vargas and the sisters. "I get that it might be weird to be ordered around by a Fallen God, but if she's true to her word - which I hope she is, I don't want this to get complicated - then we should take her word for it. She seems genuine, it's possible she isn't fighting the other gods directly cause they might be strong enough to kill her, so that might be why she's not actively working against them." The other Ones would glare at Adam, as if he might have just said something incredibly stupid. The skeleton would see their expressions and look down, slightly flustered.
Fancy would take his place in the conversation. "Adam's right, it's obvious Maxwell needs us to fight the Fallen Gods, it is her world that's on the line, and yours too, Vargas. We'll need your help, the three of you, if we're gonna fight these things."

Vargas ems to cross his arms still not certain about this situation. However the two young ladies minds were soon made up. "I say...we trust her. She has nothing to gain if we killed the other fallen gods. Even if she had ill intent she would not do much if it came down to fighting us. They do not possess power to steal a dead Gods power. So she is telling the truth." Elyzia spoke up for the two.

Vargas soon tapped his foot on the ground. It was what? 7 to one? With a sigh he unfolded his arms. "As much as it pains me...you all make a valid point...I will assist and eliminate the other Fallen Gods." He sighed in defeat. Valfiel was happy to hear, not just because Vargas said yes, but because they would be traveling with a hero! That was amazing!

Maxwell listened to their conversation in silence, however one sentence in particular. From Chuza. She can be saved. A small smile formed on her face, that was...rather unusual for anyone to say. However it seems that everyone had made up their mind. Her chair soon turned around and then she spoke. "As much as I would like to send you directly to their domains, all the islands are impossible to each by any new means except by already made portals or ships. However I will have to drop you all at my domain, Mistral. It will be a long journey, no doubt filled with danger from Demons, or the gods disciples. Good luck then, and...thank you all for doing this." Maxwell spoke, clear that her rather proper attitude was now melting away.

Soon a portal opened up in the room, signaling the start of their long journey. With one step they would all enter a land of adventure, danger and no doubt treasure. New allies, new friends...new enemies would await them...With that, Vargas took a deep breath before charging into the portal now eager to get a move on.

Chuza smiles, relieved that Vargas and the sisters have agreed to give Maxwell the benefit of the doubt. Hearing the break in her tone reinforced her decision only more. With all said and done she headed towards the portal. She knew that her time was waning. As she gets ready to leave beyond the gate there is a brief pause to wave back before entering. As she does so, she feels her grip in the plane reaching its end as another begins to take over, one by her own volition she allows.

Here goes nothing...

Out from the other end of the gateway emerges a pale white alien figure, this aspect of Owru is somewhat less humanoid, lacking a mouth, possesses two long emotive antennae, three large bright blue soulful eyes, has four arms each with three-fingered hands including thumbs, two thick legs sporting long two-toed feet, a smooth long tail, and a glimmering translucent cape-like attachment to her back. Despite her malleable alien appearance, she possessed little ambiguity in her morphology as to gender... though certainly not as pronounced as the more monstrous Laadan. This was Owru, the Ego, the prime mind.

Upon exiting the portal, aloft in the air she extended her right foot gracefully... or would have been graceful had she not miscalculated her exit velocity, tripped on a rock, and crashing cartoonishly into the ground, bouncing three times, once on her face and twice on her rear. She sits there for a moment in the grass, physically unmarred, yet embarrassment welling up inside flushing her face into a soft shade of red. Then with wide glimmering eyes as she stares out over the starlit planes then looking up at the starry skies itself arching back further and further before plopping over onto her back.

"O-oh," her voice squeaks as she reaches out with her hand only to feel a breeze that blows her antennae. She squints her eyes as a girlish giggle escapes... wherever a mouth should be. "So cool!"

Herobrine wakes up to the sudden change of energy, he sensed someone who wasn't from this world, he got up and started to walk around, after an hour of searching he heard a voice and he followed it, he got closer and closer he didn't see anything until he looked down, he saw someone who looked very strange, " hello" he said in a demonic tone, he hoped he didn't scare them, " my name is Herobrine what's your name?" He asked hoping to not scare the person.

Here they go, off to a new world, not an equestrian magic land, not a practical joke funhouse, not even a Victorian ghost town. They were going to a world of demons and malevolent Gods, where the greatest battle between mortal and immortal took place. They will have to steel themselves against whatever threat lied beyond that portal into Grand Gaia; this was a new challenge for them, at last, something different.
In one mind, the Chosen Ones stepped through the gateway into Grand Gaia, as the first outsiders to step into this new world.

The portal began to shift again, like a pebble crashing into the pond of space-time. The first to exit the portal after Owru was a tall, long-limbed skeleton, it's only clothes being an odd-green loincloth and a red bandana. It's eyeholes were big and circular, as if it were staring into a faraway place. It's skull was unlike the usual skull with the lower jaw, as it seemed to have a face, albeit a dry but stretchy one. On it's back was a magnificent, glowing sword with strange runes etched into it's blade. It would look down at the alien that had exited the portal before him and mutter, "Blimey, are you alright?"
The second newcomer was oddly cuboid, seemingly male, and rather bulky, as if his arms were made out of tree trunks. The left arm, however, was metal and jointed, painted silver and blue. He wore a simple black shirt with an angular "R" on it and a cap worn backwards. His eyes were two black beads with white irises, as if the colour scheme of his eyes were put on backwards.
The third was... a duck. He was about the same height as the cuboid figure, but significantly less built. He wore a red shirt displaying a custard pie in motion, brown shorts and unneccesarily flashy trainers. The duck himself was sea-green with an orange beak. On his back was a yellow backpack, seemingly filled with whatever a walking duck would bring with him.
The fourth and probably final figure to leave the portal was much less detailed than the other three, but was more significant in the fact that, quite simply, he was a crude stick figure. He gave the impression that he was both two and three-dimensional, as if he was cut out of a giant piece of paper. He was slightly shorter than the others, with a circular head, two lines for eyes and a both-sideways-and-forward mohawk. There was nothing much in terms of anatomy, as he was simply a bunch of drawn lines and a circle, but the only thing he wore was a pair of orange trunks. On his back, as if glued on, was a comically large pencil.
The four strange newcomers would all regard the fallen being and then look up at the figure in front of them. It was male, looking around his teens, but something was off about him that they couldn't put their finger on.
The stick figure would be the first to talk. "Uh, sorry about this, but do you know where we are?" His way of speaking had a friendly undertone to it, rather off of the group's hero-like aura.