The Jazz Fusion

Chapter XI: Hard Work ~Filler~

Miguel eats some egg on rice.

Gabby is sleeping next to Anne on the couch, who has her arm wrapped around her.

*beep! beep!*

"What?" asked Miguel.

"Someone's in our mansion..." said Josuke. "Could you... come by...?"

"Why?"

"It's a Septarian. It's the guy we told you about...?"

Miguel's eyebrow raises. "Okay...?
Hm...
Something feels... off..."

In the Mansion...

A portal opens and he meets Toffee.

Toffee is drinking coffee before the group, who all stay in the corner, acting very confused.

A portal opens and Miguel walks out of the portal, appearing before Toffee. Acting very carefully, he slowly approaches Toffee.

"Oh... You're... not exactly a Septarian... What... What the hell are you...?" asked Miguel.

Toffee sneers. "Why don't you look into my head... Miguel...?"

"I feel like... I shouldn't..."

"Go on, Ibarra... Go on and sense my mind... Use that little empathy of yours... Would you?"

Miguel hesitantly touches Toffee's forehead. "My God... Guys?"

"Yeah?" asked the Jazz Fusion.

"Run," said Miguel.

The seven of them run away and prepare their portal guns.

"What's wrong, Miguel...?" sneered Toffee. "You look like a Wesen seeing a Grimm for the very first time... Or a cat about to be struck by a fucking steamroller."

"I thought your kind was dead..." said Miguel.

"Oh, Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Miguel..." said Toffee, shaking his head and laughing. "Heheheheh..."

"You're not gonna win... I don't know how you fucking reincarnated into this Mewnian Monster... But I'll-..."

"Silence."

Miguel drops his sticks and is forced to grab his mouth, preventing himself to speak. He struggles to try and talk.

"You're afraid to change your power levels, correct? Because if you do, it'd randomize... I saw how you rewound times over and over after accidentally killing all your allies several times when you fought against the Agents of Chaos that night... Especially when you fought Cheapshot. I saw the regret in your eyes. Seeping... tears..."

Miguel struggles to try and speak. "MMPH!!! MMPH!!!" He began to cry. "MMPH!!!"

"They say you're a good king," said Toffee. "What kind of King fails to save his people...?"

Toffee approaches Miguel.

Miguel slips on the ground and crawls backward out of fear, doing muffled screaming.

"Why are you so..." Toffee picks up Miguel's sticks. "Afraid... Miguel? Why? Is it the first time you've met a creature capable of wiping your existence from the Omniverse clean off... Y'know, unlike Perpetua, I wouldn't be punished if I do so..."

Miguel backs away. He begins praying in his head.

"The Nicene Creed? Really? Honestly, Miguel. How can you grow to be so pathetic?"

Miguel began to back away.

Toffee points the stick on Miguel's neck. "Oh, I know why..." he sneers. "Is it because I'm the one who made you stuck in that room for 3,000 years?"