Chapter 4: Planet X
The Hellish Elevator lands on Earth-1’s docking port, where various other Extradimensional Ships were held for checkpoints and tolls.
Morningstar smiles, leaving the Hellevator and meeting with the tollkeeper. The toll, a massive blue field protecting the Starcross Portals, leads to every port in every known registered universe like a sort of Multiversal Highway.
Behind her were the Honorables: The Aswang, Myrmex, Beatle, Reaper, Hercules, Dark, Askal, Slime Tutorial, and Lord Marvel.
The Reaper gives a tired sigh, walking toward the toll along with the others. “Let’s get this over with. Haps?” He spoke into his communicator. “We got registered yet?”
Happy squints a bit, staring at his monitor. “Spoke with the Supervisor. Your travels are authorized and recognized as a vacation on Planet X, which is the only way enter the Primal Forge.”
The Reaper sighs in relief. “Thank you, Happy.” He removes his earpiece and crushes it.
The team, led by Morningstar and Beatle, soon reached the tollkeeper.
“Tickets, please,” said the tollkeeper.
Beatle kindly gives them tickets.
“Saint King, right?” asked the tollkeeper, spinning her chair to turn to him, not even tilting her head.
“Yeah,” said Beatle.
“You got your PWD Puck?” asked the tollkeeper.
“You got manners? I am a Council Member.”
“Yeah, yeah. Saint King or not, we would like to give you the opportunity to pay less. Saint King would desire a heftier price.”
“No. That’s not the point. I am not purely defined by that,” said Beatle, speaking with an eloquent tongue.
“But you ARE PWD.”
“But I waive my usage of that right. Please. I just wish to pass. I don’t need to pay less money.”
“So… YOU ACTUALLY would want to pay a higher price?”
“YES!!!” Beatle boomed, and the room went silent. All eyes are on him. Beatle simmered down, nostrils fuming. “I apologize for the rudeness. But I beg of you to treat me just as you would treat a normal person.”
“I thought you stood for equity.”
“I have more wealth than my friends. Do not think that my autism wields any power over a fucking toll fee. Proportionately, I just want to kindly fucking go on my vacation. You are pissing me the fuck… off. I am here as a vacation goer, not a victim nor a Saint King. Do you want me to be the Saint King, Miss Tollkeeper?”
The Tollkeeper gulped and took the money anyway. “You offered to pay more?”
“You offered to be a fool? I’m giving you this,” Beatle shook his head and walked away.
“Just tryna be nice.”
“Then be decent,” said Beatle, as they walked away.
The Tollkeeper sighed and shrugged and went about her way.
“In Maharlica-152, anyone is allowed to have their opinions,” the Aswang spoke.
“Sadly, they do. I have nothing against that, but what I have against is the extremist idea of absolutism,” said Beatle. “Absolutes can be nuanced or not. Such hurts my head even thinking about it.”
“Dude,” said Slime Tutorial. “She was offering you equity.”
“I have the power to sense the truth in one’s heart. She labeled me as weak. I speak my existence with pride.”
“That’s kinda hard to differentiate,” said Lord Marvel. “I mean, I get it. Do they? I dunno!”
Beatle gives a soft sigh. “Exactly why this world lacks our nuance.”
“What of the True Americans as they call themselves? Those Space Marine guys? What do they call themselves? Remnants of America? Or whatever?” asked Dark.
“They’re called Remnants of America. They’re just a bunch of internet cultist grifters,” Beatle shook his head.
“Okay, liberal,” mocked Hercules. “Kidding.”
“I do not really care about American politics. I’m one of those onlookers from around the rest of the world just watching them make a fool of themselves, thinking they’re the center of the muckfathering Multiverse, but in reality, they’re just a bunch of people with a bunch of nukes in their arsenal because they won a war that barely matters anymore. What matters is now, and this world is failing.”
Hence, a woman approaches the team of heroes, who give them a smile of mockery, simply looking down with a tinge of disgust.
Beatle shook his head and kept on going.
“You talk.. Like… a lot…” Morningstar.
“Yes,” said Beatle.
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“No different from me. Hahaha! Aren’t we so cute together?” she smiled, keeping up with Beatle’s pace.
“We aren’t cute together because we are not together. Delusion is a mockery of truth.“
“Oh, Beatle. It won’t be true unless you make it true. Isn’t that the concept of Usog? The Eye? Truth comes from faith.”
“You are confusing good faith with wicked faith. Someday you’ll know that.”
“Aw! Beatie!” She brushes her hand over his.
“Away from me, Satan,” he sighed, walking away.
“Sheesh. All I did was-...” she smirked, turning to Myrmex, before shaking her head and walking away. She eyes the Aswang and sneers.
“So! Miguel! I heard you mouth fucked another woman who looks exactly like me! How was it? Oh, and look at her over there! Boring, hm?” she smiled, speaking with the Aswang before turning to Myrmex.
Myrmex just eyes her with pure rage and antagonism. “Fuck off, Satan.”
“Aw! If you’re going to be SOOOO rude…” she mocked. “Then I’d just avoid aiding you in your journey!”
“Kindly SCREW… OFF!!!” boomed the Aswang, turning to Morningstar. “Stop treating her that way!”
Morningstar sneered, looming over the Aswang, her breath warming his lips. “Wanna make out? Awww! You look JUST LIKE Beatle… Wink, wink!”
“Don’t forget… You are beneath us… I always believed that there is good in everyone, and I darned hope you believe that, too.”
Her nose twitches. “How dare…” she growled. “How dare you think that there is still a part of me that MATTERS!?!? HA?!?! I’ll bludgeon you with my trident when I take it… then feast on your flesh…” she sneered.
“I believe that behind that charade, you’re scared… of losing Beatle,” smiled the Aswang.
Morningstar rolls her eyes and leans in, yet the Aswang punches her in the stomach, causing her to back away, and a shockwave echoes from her body upon the very strike. “You’ve gotten stronger…”
“Beatle trained me,” said the Aswang.
She smirked, licking her lips off the blood she just drooled. “Well, sex is off the table… Then how about murder?” She sniffed. “I wonder what else will come to our journey…?”
Suddenly, in the Spaceport, men, women, and children began to scream in horror.
The Aswang’s eyes widen, sensing who this is.
Beatle had already left, trying to search for whatever was attacking. He reaches the next floor and sees ice blades, still freshly frozen, with the cool air emerging from the icicles.
One woman had her head spiked on a bench. A child looked as if he had tripped and had his viscera shrouded out of his body from an icicle growing out of the ground. A man, a woman, a boy, and a baby were squished by a gigantic hail monolith.
Beatle is horrified by the visceral deaths and sees Undying, the Aswang’s nemesis, leaning on the boulder while spinning an icicle between his fingers.
“Hey, Saint King. Where the fuck’s Miggy Boy?”
Beatle blasts heat vision toward Undying, who walks forward, melting while regenerating much faster than his heat vision. Undying approaches, but Beatle stops and punches him in the face, knocking his teeth out.
Beatle hammers him to the ground. “Morningstar is making you do this!?”
“No… I just wanted to see Miguel… Where is he? Hm?”
Beatle lifts him up, holding him up by his throat. “Not here…” Beatle knocks his teeth out, the strike throwing him out of the building. Beatle holds him up by his collar only for Undying to freeze his eyes, creating a staircase of frost and snow. Each step he took to leap back into the Spaceport, and there, he encountered the Aswang, who was very ready to throw a punch into his face.
Meanwhile, the entire team was frozen in place by Morningstar while the entire Spaceport is running amok. Some people hid behind pillars and trash cans, frozen by fear instead.
Dark, Askal, Hercules, Lord Marvel, Slime Tutorial, the Reaper, and Myrmex are frozen in place by some sort of red magical aura. Morningstar sneers, humored by their foolishness.
Undying pukes blood, stumbling backward.
The Aswang exchanged strikes with Undying, with Undying tossing icicles at several people and the Aswang catching the icicles by teleporting around while exchanging strikes with Undying. He teleports around and dropkicks into Undying’s face, knocking him down, before beating him mercilessly to the ground.
Undying shoots the Aswang in the face, causing his head to explode, grey matter splattering out of his skull.
The Aswang knocks him to the ground. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?!?”
“Snarky Bae says hi, BITCH!!!”
The Aswang strikes and dodges upon each statement. “Oh, please! One, she’s a grifter. TWO… SHE ONLY WANTS ME DEAD BECAUSE I CALLED HER A CULT LEADER ON TWITTER AND POINTED OUT WHAT A THOT SHE WAS FOR THINKING I’M A LIBERAL!!! THIRD, I DAMN WELL KNOW YOU TOOK THE JOB TO KILL ME!!!”
“Grifters aren’t real, woke bitch! FOR SNARKY BAE!!!”
The Aswang swerves right as Undying tosses another icicle. “I don’t wanna hurt you. I suggest we bury the hatchet, man! I believe you could ch-!”
Undying stabs the Aswang in the chest over and over, his body regenerating as he headbutts Undying to the ground.
“Dude! Easy!” yelled the Aswang. “I want NOTHING to do with your dumbass polarized views. I just wanna help!”
“Woke as hell,” he rolled his eyes.
“What does THAT even mean!?”
“It means you have woken up to the TRUTH!!!”
“What TRUTH!?!?”
“That Doughnut Trumpet is EVIL!!!”
The Aswang looks left and right. “Dude… Are you high right now or what? Because Doughnut Trumpet is… is the partner of Kamera Mali.”
“YOUR POINT BEING!?!?”
“Dude… Dude… Prometheus created a Constitution where Liberals and Conservatives are forced to work hand in hand to create a better, more sustainable future.”
“Stop fucking woking me up, man!
“Dude… ” The Aswang facepalms.
“Sorry, who is this guy?” asked one man in the background.
“Supervillain Undying. We have animosity toward each other. He DID THE DEED with my girlfriend. I spared him and stuff, but he’s just such a huge jerk and a son of a gun…”
“So, he’s the one in the right, right?” asked the one guy.
“What!? NO!!!” yelled the Aswang. “Dude. He just killed people-...”
“I don’t respect Liberals.”
The Aswang facepalms. “I don’t identify with any political-... I’M FILIPINO!!!”
“Oh, listen to this guy, he’s an Immigrant.”
“Dude… Not here to step foot on any American soil.“
“You’re the one in a Spaceport, buddy.”
Undying throws a punch, and the Aswang knocks him to the ground.
“Oh my God… He just assaulted-...”
The Aswang freezes the saliva on his mouth to shut the man up. “I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME for a riot today.”
Undying shoots at the Aswang over and over as the Aswang jumps up and spin kicks him to the ground.
The Aswang sighs, tired as hell. “Dude… Sorry for eating you that one time.”
Undying roars and shoots the Aswang in the face as Beatle appears and knocks him down unconscious.
“Assaulter!” yelled the man, having ripped out the ice around his mouth.
Beatle flexes at the man who runs away. “Bitch.”
“Dude. Coulda told him in a nicer way…” said the Aswang.
Beatle sighs. “Your flyer’s down.”
The Aswang’s eyes widen, and he zips up. “HOW LONG!?!?”
“The whole fight.”