The Stage is Set

The Use of Blue pt.2

Uminaoshi - MaretuDARLING - MaretuSecond to last chapter! Are you excited?!

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Bani grits his teeth before turning around. This body is useless! One arm isn't enough to fight! When did he lose the other? Why didn't it reform?! He snarls as he reaches to create another wave of replicas to fight for him. He needs more. MORE! He needs all these pathetic worms, these disgusting failures to get off his back! Once he finds the button Rewrite stole from him. He'll get revenge. He needs to find the weakest link! He needs to find the son. The son is the key. He needs them to be gone. All of them should be dead! Once he's out of here, he'll make sure this horrendous Multiverse is deleted! Scorched! BURNT TO THE GROUND.

T̶h̶i̶s̶ i̶s̶ m̶y̶ h̶o̶m̶e̶!̶ D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ i̶t̶!̶ H̶o̶w̶ d̶a̶r̶e̶ y̶o̶u̶ s̶a̶y̶ m̶y̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶'̶s̶ n̶a̶m̶e̶ i̶n̶ v̶a̶i̶n̶!̶ Y̶o̶u̶ s̶t̶o̶l̶e̶ m̶y̶ b̶o̶d̶y̶!̶ Y̶o̶u̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶ t̶o̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ a̶n̶d̶ u̶s̶e̶ m̶y̶ s̶o̶n̶!̶ Y̶O̶U̶ T̶O̶U̶C̶H̶E̶D̶ M̶Y̶ S̶O̶U̶L̶M̶A̶T̶E̶.̶ I̍̅̀̎̊ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤA̷͙ͭͫ̕Ỵ̛̖͋͢ N̺̻̔̆ͅO̖̼ͩ͌͐T̨͈͗̌ͥ Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔A̷͙ͭͫ̕V̘̪͆̂̅Ḛͭ̉̇͟ Ḛͭ̉̇͟N̺̻̔̆ͅO̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦG̩̱ͩ̏͜Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔ S̵̙͕̀̃T̨͈͗̌ͥR͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟N̺̻̔̆ͅG̩̱ͩ̏͜T̨͈͗̌ͥHͥ̽ͣ̃̔ T̨̨͈͈͗̌ͥ͗̌ͥO̖̼̖̼ͩ͌͐ͩ͌͐ D̶͔̭̪̻Ḛͭ̉̇͟F̘͍͖ͫ͘Ḛͭ̉̇͟N̺̻̔̆ͅD̶͔̭̪̻ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤỴ̛̖͋͢ F̘͍͖ͫ͘A̷͙ͭͫ̕M͉̅ͮ͒ͤI̍̅̀̎̊L̸̖̽̌͂Ỵ̛̖͋͢, B̩͎͍̾ͅU̠҉̷̙ͦT̨͈͗̌ͥ I̍̅̀̎̊ W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝I̍̅̀̎̊L̸̖̽̌͂L̸̖̽̌͂ N̺̻̔̆ͅO̖̼ͩ͌͐T̨͈͗̌ͥ L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟T̨͈͗̌ͥ Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦ Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔U̠҉̷̙ͦR͉̜̎͡͠T̨͈͗̌ͥ A̷͙ͭͫ̕N̺̻̔̆ͅỴ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐N̺̻̔̆ͅḚͭ̉̇͟. I̍̅̀̎̊ W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝I̍̅̀̎̊L̸̖̽̌͂L̸̖̽̌͂ F̘͍͖ͫ͘I̍̅̀̎̊G̩̱ͩ̏͜Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔T̨͈͗̌ͥ F̘͍͖ͫ͘O̖̼ͩ͌͐R͉̜̎͡͠ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤỴ̛̖͋͢ B̩͎͍̾ͅO̖̼ͩ͌͐D̶͔̭̪̻Ỵ̛̖͋͢ B̩͎͍̾ͅA̷͙ͭͫ̕C̵͉͋̔͞K͕͓͌̎̾. Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦ Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔A̷͙ͭͫ̕V̘̪͆̂̅Ḛͭ̉̇͟ D̶͔̭̪̻O̖̼ͩ͌͐N̺̻̔̆ͅḚͭ̉̇͟ N̺̻̔̆ͅO̖̼ͩ͌͐T̨͈͗̌ͥHͥ̽ͣ̃̔I̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅG̩̱ͩ̏͜ B̩͎͍̾ͅU̠҉̷̙ͦT̨̨͈͈͗̌ͥ͗̌ͥ Ḛͭ̉̇͟V̘̪͆̂̅I̍̅̀̎̊L̸̖̽̌͂ S̵̙͕̀̃I̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅC̵͉͋̔͞Ḛͭ̉̇͟ Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦ'V̘̪͆̂̅Ḛͭ̉̇͟ R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟V̘̪͆̂̅Ḛͭ̉̇͟A̷͙ͭͫ̕L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟D̶͔̭̪̻ Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦR͉̜̎͡͠S̵̙͕̀̃Ḛͭ̉̇͟L̸̖̽̌͂F̘͍͖ͫ͘. Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦ Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔A̷͙ͭͫ̕V̘̪͆̂̅Ḛͭ̉̇͟ S̵̙͕̀̃C̵͉͋̔͞A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟D̶͔̭̪̻ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤỴ̛̖͋͢ K͕͓͌̎̾I̍̅̀̎̊D̶͔̭̪̻S̵̙͕̀̃. Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌U̠҉̷̙ͦ T̨͈͗̌ͥR͉̜̎͡͠Ỵ̛̖͋͢ T̨͈͗̌ͥO̖̼ͩ͌͐ T̨͈͗̌ͥU̠҉̷̙ͦR͉̜̎͡͠N̺̻̔̆ͅ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤỴ̛̖͋͢ S̵̙͕̀̃O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦL̸̖̽̌͂M͉̅ͮ͒ͤA̷͙ͭͫ̕T̨͈͗̌ͥḚͭ̉̇͟ A̷͙ͭͫ̕G̩̱ͩ̏͜A̷͙ͭͫ̕I̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅS̵̙͕̀̃T̨͈͗̌ͥ M͉̅ͮ͒ͤḚͭ̉̇͟. I̍̅̀̎̊ W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝I̍̅̀̎̊L̸̖̽̌͂L̸̖̽̌͂ N̺̻̔̆ͅO̖̼ͩ͌͐T̨͈͗̌ͥ L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟T̨͈͗̌ͥ Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦ G̩̱ͩ̏͜O̖̼ͩ͌͐ A̷͙ͭͫ̕N̺̻̔̆ͅỴ̛̖͋͢ F̘͍͖ͫ͘U̠҉̷̙ͦR͉̜̎͡͠T̨͈͗̌ͥHͥ̽ͣ̃̔Ḛͭ̉̇͟R͉̜̎͡͠.

Bani feels the hand tremble. He feels the way the leg refuses to move. He hates how the room seems to be fighting back against him, how it seems to stop him from finding anything he can about his button. What is this?! How dare this be against him! It's not fair! Not fair! He's done everything right! Everything should be going to plan! Yet this fucking vile scrap of code that was Swap is fighting back. Against him?! How pitiful! How distasteful! How dare he! He's done nothing but try to reclaim what is rightfully his! These were HIS toys! HIS BUTTON. Rewrite, the ungrateful brat, had stolen them from him! How dare everything be against him! How dare it. HOW DARE IT! Isn't this a good quality? This is his story! Isn't he doing right? Isn't it good to do things for his story? To fight for his right to this story? HE WILL MAKE IT THE WAY IT SHOULD BE. How dare anything get in his way. How dare it. It's not fair. Not fair. NOT FAIR. How dare these dust piles talk about him as if he is in the wrong!