The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Buttercup and the Twin UniverseShe finds herself on the mountain again. It’s been almost a year again.
The second battle of unity is about to begin. Another battle where an entire city of people will be smashed beneath the Earth, and for what? Buttercup stands here, her clothes once again brown, but she’s no longer frequenting her dress that she did when she was a kid, or was partial of during most of the Chronometal Wars.
She now wears fingerless gloves, a vest with patches and ornaments on it, tight fitting shorts leaving an exposed midriff and legs. All of the articles of clothing are a distinctive red, with shades of green and brown within. To most people, they may not recognize Buttercup anymore, because of a key defining detail.
She’s starting to grow her hair out. She’s braided it into a single ponytail. It’s not as long as Blossom’s was, as she is still growing it out, but it’s a lot longer than she normally wears her hair. It’s almost as if she’s trying to emulate Blossom.
She’s felt very lonely after the first battle of unity… she knows Otto and for some reason some other people are trying to find her, but she doesn’t care, even in the slightest. She’s already tethered to Him for what seems like eternity. She looks at the orange, sun burnt soil she stands on, a kind of sadness crossing her face. She remembers the very reason she joined Him in the first place.
To keep Blossom and Bubbles safe. Well, Bubbles lost an arm and Blossom lost her life, and Buttercup almost completely lost her mind if it wasn’t for Dexter. She’s become introverted in her age, almost 25 years old. She’s been with Dexter and his new family a few times, as well as meeting up with Bubbles, but it always ends the same sad way…
Buttercup always blames herself solely for Blossom’s death. It skewers her heart and causes her endless sorrow, any meet ups that have any kind of reminiscing always end with her trying to choke back tears before eventually leaving. She finds that alcohol dulls a lot of the pain and allows her to be happy, but while under the effect of Him’s energy, her body cannot be poisoned.
She does not feel hunger, she does not suffer permanent wounds, and she can’t get drunk. So here she stands, completely sober and left to nothing but her own grief as she presides over the now in disrepair tomb of the Chronometal Wars.
Megaville used to tend to it for the longest time, but the city has lost more and more people, and now all tertiary things like this grave are permanently on hiatus, no longer being kept. Small green plants can be seen breaking through the stone walls of the tomb.
She thought she met… Blossom here once. She wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not, but it felt very real. A different kind of Blossom, one who was left alone to a world that wanted her to smile, even though she lost Buttercup and Bubbles.
It almost seemed like that Blossom was even more torn up than Buttercup is.
“Buttercup?” A male voice behind her speaks. She turns around, her newly instated ponytail flitting lightly at the sudden gesture. It’s Otto.
“Otto.” She says. “What are you doing here?” She continues. “I finally found you…” – “Maybe you should take a hint, I don’t want to be found.” – “I know, I’m sorry, but we really need to talk-“ – “No, we really don’t. I want to be left alone, and I want you to go away. Whatever apocalypse you’re going to tell me about, believe me when I say this, I already know. I’m working with Him again.” – “I know, but it’s even more than this, more than Him. I think I know the kingpin behind all of this.” – “… What?”
As she says that, the sun seems to disappear as a different state of existence ebbs into this one, mists whipping up and engulfing the mountain. “What the?” Otto exclaims, before his jaw drops as a new person enters the fray. Buttercup sees her too and her eyes go wide and she breaks into a huge smile.
“B-Blossom…! You are here!” Blossom’s eyes also equally go wide. “So… you weren’t an illusion…” She says to Buttercup as they near each other once more. After exchanging a few more looks at each other, they embrace once again. Buttercup is still a little taller than Blossom.
Blossom is currently wearing a white lab coat, apparently she is working with science related things, but something brought her to this mountain once again. “How… have you been…?” Buttercup asks, choking up. “I’ve been… hanging in there… barely… I’ve been so lonely without my sisters…” She looks at Buttercup and her lip begins to quiver before she coughs. “It’s… so good to see you again.” She says, with a wet but smiling face.
She turns over to Otto and wipes her eyes. “O-Otto…?” – “B-Blossom…? But… you’re dead…!” She blinks and looks over to Buttercup who looks over to Otto. Otto can see Blossom? Blossom can see Otto?
At first she just thought she was going a little insane, but this is a lot deeper than she first thought. “I’m… not dead.” Blossom confirms, holding out her arms and hands, turning them over as Otto nears her and touches them. “But… you were killed by Magnificence…” – “Mag… what? Wait… M? Model M? I was…” – “…” Buttercup pauses and looks around her, this timeless mist blocking all vision to everything except the Chronometal Tomb.
“But… the way I remember it… Bubbles sacrificed herself along with all the Chronometals to destroy Mother… then you, Buttercup… you simply… left me…” – “Blossom… I would never leave you.” – “I… I know… but… you did…” – “…”
“We’re… from different universes. There is no doubt about that.” Otto says, Blossom nodding. “But… why are we able to meet… above this Chronometal Tomb?” – “I don’t know. Something, or someone must be letting us, but we have to use this to whatever benefit we can.” – “Huh…? What do you mean?” Buttercup asks, interrupting.
“Buttercup, this is what I was trying to tell you, I know finally, once and for all, what it is we’re fighting. Or, should I say who it is we’re fighting.” – “Beelzebub…” – “Huh? How did you-“ – “Don’t underestimate me, Otto, Barthandelus told me everything.” – “Barthandelus? Then that means… he must be the ‘other’ Ark.” – “Other Ark?” Otto nods, his small amount of hair bobbing at the gesture as he straightens out his glasses.
“Micheal and Elly came to me from another universe. They explained to me everything they experienced, and why all of this happened. It started off as a kind of divine test, to see if Humanity was capable of creating a suitable successor to God.” – “What…? That’s… M-Micheal…? Elly?” – “I’m not done. Apparently a great beast called The Chronotitan was created in an Alternate Universe where World’s End struck the Earth and eventually ended all life on it. It was composed of Model M, Model D, and all the Bio Symbiotes. But it was more of a casing to an ultimate being inside than anything. That being, Buttercup, was Beelzebub.” Buttercup blinks, not sure how to keep up with this, but Blossom nods and speaks up.
“Uh huh… go ahead.” She says patiently. “Well, in our universe… World’s End was prevented from falling by using Barasia to help Blossom’s soul through time and mature. Once she was finally ready, she, Dexter, Barasia, and even I all met at World’s End to put a stop to Malignancy, the main catalyst to Beelzebub’s birth. Even with all of that prevented however, it seems that he wasn’t destroyed.” – “What? But if we stopped him from being created… then how?” Buttercup asks.
“Briarus told Micheal as he was reborn as Francis that Beelzebub was born of his brother Barthandelus… the Sleeping Ark. Corrupted completely, losing all sense of self. But The Arks are omnipresent beings that cannot exist in more than one timeline at once. Unlike us mortal beings, mere side effects to time’s endless march, The Arks are constantly in a state of singular existence. But Barthandelus was corrupted while asleep in a fallen universe. The corruption was one of mortal powers, Dexter’s Soul, Mandark’s Soul, even Micheal’s, Olga’s, Elly’s, Drax’s… everyone’s. The being that was born was a being so black that his skin absorbed all light around it. His name was Beelzebub… a…” He pauses…
“… Mortal Ark…” – “Mortal Ark? But you said that that the Arks were omnipresent! If he’s a corrupted Barthandelus, how does he even still exist?! Barthandelus is alive, uncorrupted!” – “That is the single reason he is so dangerous. He was born of the Ark’s Shell, corrupted by human’s souls. A being of near infinite power within a finite mortal shell.” – “Then where is he?! How can we stop him?” Otto smiles, looking over at Blossom.
“Briarus told Micheal a long time ago that you were the key to all of this, Buttercup.” – “Huh?” – “I knew that if I followed you, I would somehow find one of the impossible chains I needed to link.” He says, still looking at Blossom.
“Blossom… do you still have Model B?” – “Yes… yes I do.”
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Six people sit in a circle together. In life, they would never consider meeting like this under good terms. But… it’s a beautiful day out, as it has been for the past several years. The grass is slowly disappearing and being replaced with lakes of endless water, but this place is safe for now.
“It feels like it’s almost time…” A young man with blue hair lets out. They all sit here in tattered clothing, the clothing of what they wore when they died. Some are in bits of destroyed armor, others in little to no clothing at all. The man is very young, his face bears no scars, and his hair is short. There are two people at his side, a man and a woman. The man is very large and muscular, and the woman is dark skinned and well-toned. Their hair colors respectively are red and brown.
“Almost time… not quite… but… nearing…” Another man, dissimilar from the other younger man, but similar enough with blue hair lets out. His hair is much longer, very vibrant. They all sit cross legged facing each other. To the left and right of this blue haired man are also a man and a woman. Hair colors red and green respectively.
The two women eye each other, as they have for some time now. They hated each other in life, the feelings are still rather alive here in… whatever this is.
“Beelzebub still has seven statues to send at the world.” The large red haired man lets out. “And then…” The grown haired girl follows. “…Darkness…” Finished by the opposite sided red haired man with dreadlocks. “What can we do…?” The green haired girl asks, as she has probably thousands of times before.
“All we can do is wait.” The blue haired young man lets out, as if in meditation. “Otto told me to leave everything to Dexter.” He says, with full confidence. “Dexter…” The older blue haired individual spits. “If it wasn’t for him… none of this would have happened… Model M would rule over the world… there would BE no Beelzebub…” – “Be that as it may, Micheal, there is a Beelzebub, and for some reason, he takes after Dexter’s visage.” Micheal nods.
“If we get any ability to break out of this place, and help the world of the living in any way… we shall. Right, Drax? Elly?” The red haired man and green haired woman nod, facing towards the other three.
“Shaun? Lidia? Randal?” – “Of course you have our support… we will do whatever we can to aid what’s left of humanity.” Shaun says coldly, looking around him as more and more people pop into this realm of existence. More people are dying and being placed here. Why…?
“I wonder how my daughter… Ruby is…” Randal states, looking over the endless horizon, large obelisks stretching into the sky. At the end of the horizon, an endless storm of black clouds churn, but here it is bright and windy.” – “Otto told us that Dexter would take care of her, Randal. Trust Otto, trust Dexter.” – “Yes… of course…” Randal says, somewhat reassured.
Two groups; they both wait for their time to come. This paradise has grown wet and crowded. The horizon is no longer sunny. It may still be a few years, but compared to this eternity, feels like it is so much closer. Everyone shudders with anticipation. A voice has reached them as they sit here.
A new voice… a man who calls himself Barrett Electus. Somehow, he is reaching this realm. Everyone is going to help him when Beelzebub is finished throwing in his small statues, and the world undergoes its final trial. Blossom, over near the door also awaits, her clothing torn, her Model B shattered, but with a smile on her face, she too puts her faith in Dexter. Even if her last action may be using the last of her power to help this new person, Barrett, she will never forget Dexter.
She secretly hopes that a new possibility opens up for her… but she doesn’t hold her breath. She is already dead, this new chance she’s been given is far more than she could have ever expected. She’s okay with this. She really is.