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Anomaly Number 11161998. An unusual case number for one such Amelia Watson and an all too familiar set of numbers she had seen prior to this. She couldn't remember the last time this happened and she would never let this happen again. "They're on the move now? But Ina isn't back yet...?" Calculating where this anomaly was spotted, it would seem that the Ancient One inhabiting her had momentarily disappeared from their dimension, entering the one world she recently discovered: Elysium.

Putting her jacket over her body and prepped with her hat and watch, she set off, using the coordinates from the anomaly and cross referencing it with Elysium's. What she saw was a sight eerily similar to the corruption that was spreading when she first visited only this time, all manner of tentacle-like abominations spread far and wide. The people were no longer people but mindless husks all controlled by a magmite latched to their faces. BANG! The first shot rang, felling a dead human to the rusted ground. The magmite was no longer cute and squishy, it was all too similar to the arachnids that lived in Northern Elysium, hissing at Ame and wanting to take her body as a new host. She fires a second shotm killing the magmite on the ground. Getting a view of the situation, Elysium was no longer bright, the sun is blocked by an ocular moon, staring down endlessly in a now-broken world.

Tempus was no more. The Hero had disappeared, the Scholar had fallen and the Gladiator had become a twisted remnant of who he once was, a dog-like beast with three tails, the guard dog of one entity known as Magmo Dezmo. The church lies ahead, what was once Magni Dezmond's laboratory is now a grand cathedral covered in thorns, spikes and mollusk's tentacles. The chanting resounds from the open windows of the church and she could hear horrified screams from the citizens inside. One by one, she takes out the husks roaming the lobby of the cathedral, opening the door to the main altar grounds to see several Axelotls drained of their life, blood and soul. The one Axelotl trying to escape is later sucked dry by a handful of magmites feasting on its dying corpse. "Magni?" She called out. The entity responded, its eyes shining bright yellow, turning to her with the widest smile on his face. "Ame-senpai." It was a mix of her junior's voice distorted by the eldritch god residing inside of him, overcome with fear and rage she empties the cylinder of the pistol. Magmo remains standing, laughing as blood pours from his supposed skull. The magmites surround her but she didn't fear, with the click of her watch, the bullets that found their way in Magmo's flesh rewound back to her cylinder, enabling her to fire again and cause a momentary lapse (not unlike lag), enabling her to fire her gun once more at the once cute mascot that Magni would often squish to death.

One minute. Two minutes. She could not keep count. For some reason Magmo is unable to die and many more Magmites spawn hideously from his flesh. The bright red stone in his chest glinted momentarily, she didn't know how many times she abused the stopwatch's ability to rewind her bullets back but one thing's for sure, the red stone was the Philosopher's Stone that Magni bragged about when she first met the boys, so she began emptying her pistol once more against the stone, hoping it would bring a miracle to snap him out of it and stop whatever this Eldritch Abomination had planned. *Crack* the philosopher stone went, detonating the room in an explosion of red, a bloodcurdling scream came from the flesh puppet as it fell to the ground decaying, the magmites melting into their base forms as well. "...haha... you think you've won?" Magmo whispers creepily as she steps forward, pistol trained to the last glimpses of the core in its chest. "Magmo knows. Magmo always knows. I'll be back and Cthulu will revive once more..." With an evil grin, it widens his eyes. "You've seen it... haven't you? Him in all his glory?" A flashback takes her to when Ina went out of control and right then and there, she wastes the last bullet against his exposed core, rendering him seemingly lifeless. With a sigh, the timeline was going to fix itself in a matter of minutes and the haunting words of the entity that possessed her friend would continue to echo into the recesses of her mind to this day. "...I don't want another Bad End... never again."

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Anomaly Number 11161998. An unusual case number for one such Amelia Watson and an all too familiar set of numbers she had seen prior to this. She couldn't remember the last time this happened and she would never let this happen again. "They're on the move now? But Ina isn't back yet...?" Calculating where this anomaly was spotted, it would seem that the Ancient One inhabiting her had momentarily disappeared from their dimension, entering the one world she recently discovered: Elysium.

Putting her jacket over her body and prepped with her hat and watch, she set off, using the coordinates from the anomaly and cross referencing it with Elysium's. What she saw was a sight eerily similar to the corruption that was spreading when she first visited only this time, all manner of tentacle-like abominations spread far and wide. The people were no longer people but mindless husks all controlled by a magmite latched to their faces. BANG! The first shot rang, felling a dead human to the rusted ground. The magmite was no longer cute and squishy, it was all too similar to the arachnids that lived in Northern Elysium, hissing at Ame and wanting to take her body as a new host. She fires a second shotm killing the magmite on the ground. Getting a view of the situation, Elysium was no longer bright, the sun is blocked by an ocular moon, staring down endlessly in a now-broken world.

Tempus was no more. The Hero had disappeared, the Scholar had fallen and the Gladiator had become a twisted remnant of who he once was, a dog-like beast with three tails, the guard dog of one entity known as Magmo Dezmo. The church lies ahead, what was once Magni Dezmond's laboratory is now a grand cathedral covered in thorns, spikes and mollusk's tentacles. The chanting resounds from the open windows of the church and she could hear horrified screams from the citizens inside. One by one, she takes out the husks roaming the lobby of the cathedral, opening the door to the main altar grounds to see several Axelotls drained of their life, blood and soul. The one Axelotl trying to escape is later sucked dry by a handful of magmites feasting on its dying corpse. "Magni?" She called out. The entity responded, its eyes shining bright yellow, turning to her with the widest smile on his face. "Ame-senpai." It was a mix of her junior's voice distorted by the eldritch god residing inside of him, overcome with fear and rage she empties the cylinder of the pistol. Magmo remains standing, laughing as blood pours from his supposed skull. The magmites surround her but she didn't fear, with the click of her watch, the bullets that found their way in Magmo's flesh rewound back to her cylinder, enabling her to fire again and cause a momentary lapse (not unlike lag), enabling her to fire her gun once more at the once cute mascot that Magni would often squish to death.

One minute. Two minutes. She could not keep count. For some reason Magmo is unable to die and many more Magmites spawn hideously from his flesh. The bright red stone in his chest glinted momentarily, she didn't know how many times she abused the stopwatch's ability to rewind her bullets back but one thing's for sure, the red stone was the Philosopher's Stone that Magni bragged about when she first met the boys, so she began emptying her pistol once more against the stone, hoping it would bring a miracle to snap him out of it and stop whatever this Eldritch Abomination had planned. *Crack* the philosopher stone went, detonating the room in an explosion of red, a bloodcurdling scream came from the flesh puppet as it fell to the ground decaying, the magmites melting into their base forms as well. "...haha... you think you've won?" Magmo whispers creepily as she steps forward, pistol trained to the last glimpses of the core in its chest. "Magmo knows. Magmo always knows. I'll be back and Cthulu will revive once more..." With an evil grin, it widens his eyes. "You've seen it... haven't you? Him in all his glory?" A flashback takes her to when Ina went out of control and right then and there, she wastes the last bullet against his exposed core, rendering him seemingly lifeless. With a sigh, the timeline was going to fix itself in a matter of minutes and the haunting words of the entity that possessed her friend would continue to echo into the recesses of her mind to this day. "...I don't want another Bad End... never again."

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