singolarita dimensionale part 16.5
the council of ten watched the battle from their seats. asteroth, with worried eyes, looked into theo ne remaining reality that he had under his care. the reality of the heart, where passions burned furiously, regaurdless of the consequences. he silently hoped and prayed that when the fighting was all over they wouldnt be too late. gothemos was pummeled into the ground again and again, the rounds smashing him deeper and deeper into the already blood spattered crater, the gaurdian got back up shakily, his black clothes torn, revelaing the pasty skin under neath. his black eye liner smudged with dirt as he sputtered and coughed against the constant barrage of explosions. "that all you got? im the gaurdian of the reality of pain, darkness, and bad music. this is nothing. dear diary, today, i was jumped by a gaggle of cheerleaders. they killed my dog, stole my cupcakes, and laid waste to my gundam model collection." again, the words rose from the inked muscle that he had written them on, glowed green, and then materialised.
the spider puppet, no longer holding its form, fell apart as the black strings that held it together rearranged the abdomen and legs. they attached to the puppet king and formed a shield of sorts. "THERE HE IS GIRLS! LETS GO TEAM!" barney fifes worst nightmare and best dreams were coming true all at the same time. he let his gaurd down jsut for a second to kiss one of the cheerleaders while a second jumped up behind him. "um... like, excuse me? but we dont like YOURE kind here." barney fife was still in a dream state as she pulled out a rather large club with nails stabbed into it from her shirt. this left quite an interesting impression on barney fife as he was slammed into the ground while the others stomped on his body with spiked kleats."GREAT MOUTH! HELP ME!" the great mouth heard barney fifes cries, but was too busy recording this so he could upload it to youtube later. "five more minutes." it said non chalantly as the puppet kings body slowly became something of a mess of plastic parts, string, and gears strewn across the battle field. gothemos looked upwards towards segroth and smiled. "this iwll make an excellent live journal entry." he said quickly as he walked away whistling happily. segroths mighty hand slammed down in front of gothemos angrily. "your job is not complete yet young one. look, he still yet revives his slave, the puppet king lives!" to gothemos horror, segroth was correct. "not good!" he squeaked as barney fife, the puppet king unleashed his full fury upon the hapless gaurdian.
"usted ha oído mi súplica para la ayuda, con todo usted me imita, usted tiene necesidad de asistirme en esta amenaza calamitosa, pero usted me imitó, desafiado me para luchar para que la derecha viva. ¡su realidad compañera de los miembros del Consejo está en el peligro mortal de la destrucción, pero usted piensa lo pero un juego! ¡LE DEMOSTRARÉ EL RATH ABSOLUTO DEL REY DE MARIONETA! ¡AHORA USTED MORIRÁ! ¡TORMENTA DE LA MARIONETA DEL MARIACHI!" the puppet king shreiked with rage as the sky darkened with the black tring, wrapping themselves around the broken peices of his former body and reforming them into billions of mariachi assasins, each with dead white glass eyes, their hands carried tommy guns loaded with grenade rounds lined with razors. "¡LISTO USTED MISMO QUE SE REBANARÁ ÉPOCAS UN TRILLÓN ENCIMA! ¡TIFÓN DE LA BALA!" he screamed as the great mouth luaghed and rejoiced in his slaves fury. "THAT IS IT! THIS IS MY TRUEST, MY MMORBID POWER! THE TIFON DE LA BALA!" he screamed as the insects inside of his mouth buzzed with a constant energy, glowing a deathly red color. the mariachi puppets were flifted into the air by there strings, clacking, chittering, and making unholy noises as they did so, slowly chanting their order. "tifon... de la... bala.... tifon... de la... bala... tifon... de la... bala..." they formed a gaint hollow orb that unraveled to reveal a gaint three pronged claw. "¡ENTRELÁCELO Y BÓRRELO!" barney screamed, the threads that held him together straining to hold his body together, all the while forming new bonds with his mind, heart and soul, driving his lust for vengeance ever further into the cusp of the great mouths will. the claw rocketed towards gothemos with demonic speed and flung him high into the air. "FELLOW COUNCIL MEMBERS! HELP ME!" he screamed, but his cries landed on deaf ears. "this is your battle gothemos, surely you are capable of winning this battle!" segroth commanded in a stern voice, the gaurdian now only the size of his pupil, with claw wrapped itself around his body till nothing more then a solid mass of billions of puppets could be seen. "any last words?" barney fife said, his mind in complete and utter joy, in utter satisfaction that his opponent would finally feel the true rath of the puppet king. the great mouth salivated onto the mass, covering it in a thick rubbery substant that acted to hold the ball together. "¡SOPLO DE MUERTE!" he yelled out. inside the giant moon sized mass, was total darkness, gothemos cowering in the center, trapped by the thick black threads that wrapped and pulled in almost every direction. "im not afriad of you!" he screamed, the lanky teen in dark clothes, faded jet black hair, and a pale white face said, the blue viens in his forhead pumping furiously. "im not.. afriad of you...oh crap... im going to-" the puppets eyes lit up like christmas tree lights, glowing bright green, red, purple, black, orange and cyan. he heard the clacking of joints as the pointed their guns towards the center of the mass, some of the guns jabbing into his stomach, the back of his head,in his arms. gothemos had one option left. "leger van de duisternis waarvan ik in solidariteit beslis, aan mijn hulp in mijn tijd van behoefte kom en undefeatable versla aangezien slechts u kunt. de demonnen van hart I verlenen u mijn bloed in ruil voor de duisternis en de onsterfelijkheid die u op uw loyale bedienden nalaat! VERSCHIJN VÓÓR ME!" he said silently, time slowed down for a second as the triggers were pulled and the hammers slamming down upon the bullets back, there was a slowly growing smile on gothemos face as he felt the first bullet slowly rip into his body. his eyes rolled out of his head as light grey smoke poured from his sockets. slowly little blue flames appeared in the spaces where ever there could be one found, the bullets roaring slowlydown the barrels of the tommy guns as the flames formedarms and legs and a single red eye. gothemos body withering away as a skeleton wrapped in a dark cloak with four scythes slashed away at the body. the bullets exploded out of the barrels as the last thing gothemos saw was a fast aproaching wall of blades. "this... will be... glor... ious... fath... er..."
