Baby Evil

The Story Of The Child Of Babylon And How It Lives In And Is Part Of The Traphouse From Birth, Yet Tries To Escape.

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Chapter 9; The $yndicate

='House'=

-Reconfigure-

"I'm Going To Play With All Of My Things Now Without Interruption And If I Do Not Like What I See, I Am Going To Manually Overwrite It!" the Dollhouse said as it suddenly sprung to life all around the Dolls as a Doll, itself, made by someone previously to contain all of the Dolls within it with intention behind all of its purpose for them. "Resistance Is Futile. Everything Within The Dollhouse Belongs To Me!" At that moment, the 'Dollhouse' became a 'Threat' to the 'Dolls' inside of it and began to deal with them as an 'Enemy' suddenly.

When the 'Dollhouse' suddenly shifted and turned against all of the 'Dolls' that were inside, the 'Dolls' that belonged to the 'Dollhouse' would assume 'Alter Egos' that matched those that weren't, and the 'Dollhouse' dolls would scramble and mix into whichever 'Dolls' there were, in order to trap and 'Possess' them, as they had been prior to.

When all of the Dolls scrambled throughout the Dollhouse, the Dollhouse, itself, began to calculate all of the places that the ignorant Dolls were moving and started to move its own Dolls to 'Intercept' them from different 'Locations' and variable 'Positions.' These 'Dolls' assumed the form of 'Valparaiso Denizens' because they were the ones that were lost to the 'Dollhouse' a while back during their passage throughout the land.

All of the 'Valparaiso Denizens' that were within this 'Dollhouse' were considered 'Superior' puppets in the 'Dollhouse' whilst it was being manipulated.

='Dollhouse'=

-Superior-

Whilst there were 'Superiors' already within the 'Dollhouse,' there were also 'Superior' Superiors, which were the ones that were more experienced universally than the other 'Dolls' that were under the 'Possession' of the 'Dollhouse.' These 'Superiors' were 'Puppeteers' over the lesser 'Superiors.'

The 'Puppeteers' would also teach the other 'Superiors' about being 'Puppeteers' by commandeering them as 'Puppets' and manipulating them in a layered format to deal with the ignorant dolls before they had a chance to fully comprehend what just happened.

I. The conscious 'Puppets' are 'Agents' of 'Superiors.'

II. The 'Superior' of the 'Agents' are the 'Puppeteers.'

III. The 'Superior' of the 'Puppeteers' are the 'Superiors.'

IV. The 'Superior' of the 'Superiors' is the 'Dollhouse.'

V. Sometimes the 'Dollhouse' may be referred to as the 'Superior Superior Superior.' - Personal (Reference)

Some crafty looking Valparaiso Denizens approached the Dolls inside of the Dollhouse, looking somewhat interested in the innards. They looked the place up and down speculatively, watching where everyone was going and what they were doing as it was being done.

Beyond the doors of the Dollhouse, within the 'Madhouse' that was connected to the 'Dollhouse,' the 'Puppet King' was released to take control of the 'Superiors' and also their 'Agents' and any 'Attachments' there should have been based on 'Connections' that the 'Dollhouse' was making through them.

The Puppet King stood 'Superior' to the 'Superiors' upon its 'Release,' and towered over them as a giant idol of which none of the other 'Dolls' in the 'Dollhouse' could compare with at the time. It stormed to the first 'Superior' it could find that was vulnerable.

The Superiors that were under the jurisdiction of the Dollhouse were bid to retreat once the Puppet King entered from the Madhouse, abandoning their efforts to capture the stray Dolls in order to save themselves on the behalf of the Dollhouse, that it did not lose any of its important pieces. Some of the Agents were released from their attachments to be used as 'Bait' for the 'Puppet King' whilst the more experienced 'Superiors' were withdrawn into several compartments and doors and rooms and windows within the Dollhouse so that they would not be captured.

='Dollhouse'=

-Abandon-

Among the 'Superiors' that were being commandeered by the 'Puppet King' controlled by the 'Puppet God,' there was another, lesser 'Puppet King' that was near the entrance that got 'Attached' in the crossfire, thus suddenly falling under the 'Possession' of the 'Puppet King' controlled by the 'Puppet God' and therefore being used as both a tether and an 'Ally' to apprehend more 'Superiors' within the 'Dollhouse,' should the need arise. Otherwise, it would stand as a guard, unmoving until needed, if at all.

-Connection-

='Puppet King'=

-Attachment-

As soon as the 'Independent :: Puppet King' was in the Puppet God's 'Possession,' it moved its new 'Possession' as it 'Transitioned' from the 'Traphouse' to the 'Madhouse' via its previously aforementioned methods of apprehension and mobility about the entirety of the 'Dollhouse'. Whilst the 'Dollhouse' and the 'Puppet Kings' were 'Abandoned,' and all of their 'Value' returned to lesser scale, the 'Puppet God' and the 'Puppet King' passed through the 'Madhouse' and over the 'Dollhouse' toward the 'Playhouse' without stopping.

='Puppet God'=

The 'Puppet King' 'Superior' that was among the other 'Superiors' of the 'Dollhouse' apprehended other 'Superiors' that were nearby and fleeing from the original 'Puppet King' that appeared and attached itself to the new 'Puppet King.' When their backs were turned, this 'Superior' hurled its threads over the others and also created a fine network across the fullness of the layer ensuring to block off entrances and exits. The threads were extended all the way to the original 'Puppet King' and a 'Connection' was made to sustain the threads and suspend them in place so that there could be no movement within this layer of the 'Dollhouse' without being tangled up in the threads of either 'Puppet King,' which were connected by said threads and blocking off entrances and exits with strings.

-Pass-

='Puppet God'=

When the 'Puppet God' and the 'Puppet King' passed over the 'Dollhouse,' the 'Puppet God' would 'Pin' the 'Puppet King' to the 'Dollhouse' and mark it as the 'Puppet God' over the 'Dollhouse' and the 'Superior :: Puppet Kings' that were inside the 'Dollhouse,' as well as establish a direct 'Connection' with the 'Puppet King' that was 'Pinned' to the 'Dollhouse.' This 'Puppet King' would remain as a 'Puppet God' whilst the 'Puppet God' that was 'Fashioning' it would become its 'Puppet Master.' The 'Puppet God' that was becoming a 'Puppet Master' passed on to the 'Playhouse' as it was bid by its 'Puppet Master,' leaving open 'Communication' with the 'Puppet God' that it left behind for the 'Dollhouse'.

-Pass-

After the 'Puppet God' completed its orders given by its 'Puppet Master,' Ty-chan, the 'Puppet God' also set up the 'Puppet King' as 'Puppet God' over the 'Dollhouse' once it exited the 'Dollhouse.' "Mission Complete," the Mechanica said once it completed its line of 'Code' fully to completion.

='Puppet God'=

By automatic default, the 'Puppet God' would now be the 'Puppet Master' over the 'Puppet God' of the 'Dollhouse,' just as 'Ty-chan' was when it came to greet him at the 'Playhouse.'

-Attachment-

When the Valparaiso Denizens that were under the control of the Dollhouse were abandoned by the Dollhouse and left for dead to be picked up by the Puppet Kings, many of them defected from each other and the Dollhouse and immediately searched for whatever Dolls they could use to throw in the way in their stead, even if said Doll was once a comrade or prey. Some of them begged and pleaded not to be captured, whilst others attempted to slip out through the cracks of attention that everyone was paying on other things, hopefully unnoticed.

"Exchange," the 'Puppet King' commanded by the 'Puppet God' commanded to the 'Puppet King' that was a 'Superior.' Between the two, both the Puppet Kings would switch places and stand in for each other where they once were, yet remaining nearly identical. The 'Puppet King' would be 'Withdrawn' from where he was and simultaneously, the 'Puppet King' would 'Advance.'

The 'Puppet King' that was 'Withdrawn' from the 'Dollhouse' as part of the 'Dollhouse,' itself entered the 'Madhouse' with all of its 'Puppets' and variable 'Attachments.' Setting itself up in the same 'Position' as the previous 'Puppet King,' it extended its 'Attachments' further into the 'Madhouse' and sent out its 'Puppets' back into the 'Dollhouse as tethers.

='Dollhouse'=

When 'Suspended,' the 'Puppet King' and its 'Attachments' advanced further into the 'Madhouse.'

-Puppet King-

Some of the 'Superiors' of the 'Dollhouse' that were 'Attached' to the 'Puppet King' shifted along with it, but whilst the 'Puppet King' was moving further 'Inward,' the 'Superiors' were shifting out toward the 'Dollhouse.'

The 'Agent's of the 'Dollhouse' exited through the 'Windows' that were open and out into the 'Madhouse' by themselves. The 'Superiors' were left inside of the 'Dollhouse' as tethers, 'Binding' them together.

The 'Superiors' inside all became 'Puppet Kings' because of their 'Attachment' to the 'Puppet King' that was within the 'Madhouse' and also the 'Agents' that were outside, giving them a similar 'Layer' of 'Dominion' over the entire 'Field,' including over the 'Dollhouse,' itself.

Now, the new 'Puppet Kings' that had something everyone desired within their control were also coherent of what everyone else was doing. Therefore, the 'Superior' 'Puppet Kings' took 'Possession' of the 'Dollhouse' through the 'Agents' that were let outside and also by keeping the 'Puppet King' tethered to them inside of the 'Dollhouse,' and therefore also the 'Dollhouse' and its area, itself. Communication between them was covered by the 'Agents' spread out all over the 'Field' between the 'Dollhouse' and the 'Madhouse' and also the 'Traphouse.'

The 'Superiors,' which were all 'Puppet Kings,' secured the 'Dollhouse' and 'Pinned' it down under their 'Control.'

(Pin :: Dollhouse)

After an extended 'Period' of time, the 'Puppet God' that shifted when 'Ty-chan,' the 'Puppet Master' shifted was 'Withdrawn' to him and his current location, which he would also 'Set' in place to use as his own means of exit through the 'Path' that was made by the 'Puppet God' for the 'Puppet Master' under the 'Puppet Master's command. Ty-chan, the 'Puppet Master,' immediately took initiative after the Puppet God was set up to replace himself by seeking out the 'Playhouse,' which was owned by the 'Tensei' and escape the 'Dollhouse' and all its 'Attachments' now that his 'Puppet God' was not only set up, but also put away. He had no further business in the interior of the 'Playhouse' now that it had been fully inspected. He would return to his 'Puppet Master' as a 'Puppet God' whilst his own 'Puppet God' came to take his place, and he would be 'Puppet Master' over it, as his 'Puppet Master,' Ty-kun, was. He shot off toward the exit from the 'Traphouse' as a piercing whitish bolt as thin as a pin needle but as sharp and swift as lightning.

When the 'Puppet Master,' Ty-chan, 'Withdrew' his 'Puppet God,' it 'Transitioned' deeper into the 'Traphouse' to where the 'Puppet Master' once was to 'Replace' him when he moved. The 'Transition' was 'Instantaneous,' therefore when the 'Puppet Master' that had 'Withdrawn' the 'Puppet God' moved, it was away from the 'Puppet God's location and toward the 'Dollhouse' from the 'Madhouse' in a passing white flash.

In the exact pinpoint location that was 'Pinned' by the 'Superior' Puppet Kings in the area where the first 'Puppet King' had been attached to and manipulated by the 'Puppet Master' to enter the 'Madhouse,' a fierce and sharp bolt of white hot lightning struck down and a crystalline figure looking something like a child draped in a shimmering cloak of crystal all over his glistening crystalline body; eyes piercing red. It was at the 'Exit' of the 'Dollhouse' and the 'Entrance' into the 'Playhouse,' which was the 'House' that was over the 'Dollhouse' and manufactured many 'Dollhouses' within its own body. When the 'Puppet Master,' Ty-chan, exited the 'Dollhouse,' he closed and locked the 'Doors' and 'Windows' behind him and 'Set' himself up now in the 'Playhouse.'

='Ty-chan'=

-Advantage-

Ty-chan smirked deviously. "Good. Excellent work, Puppet God." He narrowed his eyes as his sharp-toothed grin widened, "Or, shall I call you 'Puppet Master,' now~?" Watching his 'Creations' evolve -- inclusive to he, himself, in all his previous manifestations and incarnations before the achievement of the 'Most Perfect' form -- was a pastime and a pleasure for Ty-chan even before being immortalized in crystal. Eternally the 'Ty-kun' that did not become an adult, yet remained a 'Timeless' being ever-evolving-yet-never-changing went around 'Playing' forever and doing whatever was commanded by his 'Adult' form and 'Puppet Master,' Ty-kun.

"Speaking of which... It's about time I get back to my 'Adult' self." Ty-chan was something like a baby to Ty-kun, as his 'Child' form. Though Ty-chan was completely 'Independent,' simultaneously, he was also completely and fully 'Dependent' on Ty-kun, as his immortalized 'Child' form made 'Timeless.' "Then I'm going to play 'Disgaea' on the 'Veritas' and see if the 'System' is supported." He chuckled knowingly to himself. "You've done well for me... Puppet Master." Ty-chan started to walk out of the 'Playhouse' entrance, because it was like a department store and was completely easy access. "Keep up the good work." With the new 'Puppet Master' installed, the entire 'Playhouse' should have been fully functional. Ty-kun would be pleased, especially if Ty-chan was already pleased with himself before he left. "... Hmhmhmm... Brownie points..." Ty-chan suddenly became fluffy and gooey in texture and composition, fluttering upward like a cloud in a fluid motion as he shifted out of the Playhouse. His form was both definite and indefinite, and therefore at any given moment, Ty-chan, as a Crystal, could assume any dimensional configuration at will, even passively. Just the thought of sweet things got him all juicy~!

='Ty-chan'=

"You've done well for me... Puppet Master." Ty-chan started to walk out of the 'Playhouse' entrance, because it was like a department store and was completely easy access. "Keep up the good work." With the new 'Puppet Master' installed, the entire 'Playhouse' should have been fully functional. Ty-kun would be pleased, especially if Ty-chan was already pleased with himself before he left. "... Hmhmhmm... Brownie points..." Ty-chan suddenly became fluffy and gooey in texture and composition, fluttering upward like a cloud in a fluid motion as he shifted out of the Playhouse. His form was both definite and indefinite, and therefore at any given moment, Ty-chan, as a Crystal, could assume any dimensional configuration at will, even passively. Just the thought of sweet things got him all juicy~!

-Puppet Master-

As Ty-chan was leaving, he established the 'Puppet Master' as head of the 'Playhouse' whilst he was departing, commanding him to keep the 'Playhouse' running with a 'Puppet Show,' of which was explained to him in order for him to continue controlling the 'Puppet God' and the rest of the 'Dollhouse' and its extensions.

='Puppet Master'=

Simultaneously, Ty-chan also called for 'Ty-kun,' because he'd completed his predetermined protocol.

-Ty-kun-

When Ty-kun heard all the commotion that was caused by Ty-chan finishing up his predestined protocol, as issued by Ty-kun, himself, he picked up Ty-chan at the designated time like a child from school and scooped him up into his arms with a brief swoop from overhead the 'Playhouse' when he walked outside without any sort of delay nor hesitation. "Y'all kids play nice~!" He said to the Puppet Master and all of the 'Dolls' inside of the Playhouse. "This place is about to buzz like a beehive poked with a stick..." he murmured through a snickering grin, returning to his 'Forbidden Hotel.' "Now that I got the 'Playhouse' going, and my 'Forbidden Hotel' has been kept for my comfort and leisure whilst I do business in the 'Lawless Land' as I see fit, I can go and check off some more things from my 'To-Do' list around the Veritas." Ty-kun, the Tyranophant of the Veritas, had many things to do to promote and upkeep the Veritas. At this particular point in time, that focus of his was on the 7th Moon, the Lawless Land of Valparaiso. "Won't be long now..." Ty-kun and Ty-chan slipped off into the darkness of the still pitch black sky spattered in deep red like blood, disappearing suddenly.

='Ty-kun'=

-Depart-

='Tyranophant'=

Some Valparaiso Denizens that just recently exited the Playhouse noticed that there was a White Rabbit in the distance and began to congregate toward it when they spotted its location, figuring that it would be interesting or useful in some way. With all that was learned inside of the Dollhouse before they got out, they were eager to have a little fun before meeting back up with their peers that left them inside during their first walkthrough. They would catch up later.

(Pass)

-Ty-chan-

The Valparaiso Denizens had no business with the White Rabbit nor any use for him as he was, unconscious. They had prior business with the 'Puppet King' that left them behind when he escaped from the Traphouse without them, and now, as 'Puppet Kings,' themselves, they were each seeking their revenge on him for leaving them behind and not coming back for him. They spent little more time in this area and continued on their way in search of the one that betrayed them.

(Depart)

When the Puppet Kings left the area and went into 'Valhalla, the City of Ruin', they met up with the Puppet King that ditched them in the Traphouse, of which the Veritas had already claimed 'Possession' of sometime after it got out. The one who captured the Puppet King, Teus, released it before he left the city that the Valparaiso Denizens had gone off to in order to search for their lost comrade. "Have Fun, Kay~?" said a wavering voice that was both barely audible and completely subliminal, yet also still influential to the ones in passing. From it, the light of the being, Teus, shifted ambiguously over the White Rabbit that was 'Down' in the 'Field.' "Oh My. Little Puchi Is Injured." Only the Tensei would be able to understand what was wrong with their White Rabbit. The little one had come a long way from its abusive history, now that people knew how to actually handle it. "It'll Be Okay, Little One..." The White Rabbit was filched by its earlobe straight up into the air by a thin strand of light dropping like rain down from out of the cloud of light passing over. Teus hadn't yet decided on what form he would take yet, since sometimes he liked to be ambiguous and remain in flux before returning to the 'Order' of his 'Natural Form,' which was the 'Crystal Angel.'

When the White Rabbit was withdrawn into the cloud of light, it was suspended within the neutralized polarities in stasis along with all of its particles. Whilst trapped in stasis, the White Rabbit's particles would slowly reassemble themselves properly and dissect any of the abnormalities from its form whilst simultaneously repairing what couldn't be replaced particle at a time. It was under the complete control of Teus, now, since it was within his 'Radiance'. That's when he got an idea. "Hey! Whilst I Am Healing The White Rabbit, I Will Play With Him, Because That Is Fun." Teus had things to do, yes, but whilst en passe, it was sometimes important to take specific chunks of time specifically to experience things in flux and without definition. "What The Hell, Right?" He chuckled.

The White Rabbit suddenly rose from the ground in front of everyone's sight, seeming to be regenerating itself naturally. There was a bright aura that shone around it and kept it suspended midair whilst it did so.

At that moment, the all of them assumed forms of light crackling with electricity, each of which harbored different polarities that repelled each other in different directions marked by the predetermined paths of the trails left behind by the Dark Wolf, including a path for the Dark Wolf, itself.

One version of God Tymon, Ophiuchus, was hurled toward the depths of Valparaiso, where Dr. Money and the $yndicate were in order to deal with those affairs properly.

The next version of God Tymon, Ellio, was shot toward the exit of Valparaiso and the Ultraviolet Moon that served as the planet for the entirety of Valparaiso, causing a repulsive force that launched him all the way back to the Forbidden Land that Tymon knew about and ruled over as Khrona, which only few from the history of Tymon as Khrona knew about.

The last version of God Tymon, Shinrona, was shot toward the roots of the Forbidden Land which were nearby to Valparaiso, specifically as a waste excrement sewer system that was both an entrance and exit to and from the Depthsroot, where he would deal with the matters of the secret underground society and leave a trail of light behind to be followed later on, with the footprints of the Dark Wolf synchronizing with the electromagnetic currents in the air and creating a static charge which held them suspended in place only to be triggered when someone passed through them and felt an electrical surge throughout their body, allowing them to both see the path and feel it in order to follow it -- even to be lifted into the sky solely by magnetism and be carried by the paw prints, themselves.

Finally, the Dark Wolf, Terumi, himself, was cast in his own direction based on his desires, which ended him up in the midst of King Keaton as a synchronized meeting destination due to their electromagnetic forces being attracted to the same destination at the exact same time; King Keaton and Terumi, the Dark Wolf, would strike at the exact same point at the exact same time elsewhere in Valparaiso and continue on independently from God Tymon from there.

... Things were looking rough around the Lawless Land these days since the economy went to hell and the rise of the Terrorlords built up to the sky. "Damn Shame," an anonymous voice spake out from the shadows of the Warrior's Wasteland, where the blood of the slain was soaked up in the land. "Looks like they're still afightin fer them scraps..." He shook his head as he walked out from the Void.

"Master Bills," the shiny figure aglow with an anonymous light beckoned from the glowing void of light that poureth from the great beyond, "Get the Shark Attack at the ready." The first light that dimmed from his shining finger atapping his golden cane beheld the Gold Serpent, which slithered up the arm of the velvet green jacket of the prestigious Dr. Money, whose face also was revealed the more he stepped into the darkness that mellowed his radiance as it slipped up his jacket sleeve and 'round his neck, resting gently upon his throat. He smirked, peering into the abysmal ruination with eyes filled with promise.

Master Bills, the lowly sidekick of Dr. Money, his right hand man, emerged from the splendiferous gateway of pure void light right behind his Master, taking notes on all that he said on his special mechanical device, making the necessary calculations as he should in order to record their progress.

"W-well, Dr. Money," he stammered, reviewing the major calculations in his head, eyes darting about as he plotted the points in the coordinates planes corresponding to the points of the City of Ruin and his own mechanical notation device in his hand, "... It seems to me that if we start now, then we should be able to sweep up the whole City in a matter of a few precise moves..." Continuing on, mumbling to himself and over himself, more so talking to himself than to Dr. Money at all, Master Bills checked off in his head and visibly with a neato looking pen object in the air the pinpoint locations of the weakest structures for the assault to be launched. "... Shark Attack should be ready for underground strike in only a few hours, and the calamity will surely level the entire land..." He even took into account the pieces of torn meat on the ground -- the fallen warriors to the hazards of the land and the cutthroat lawlessness of the system -- as well as those that still scraped and scrapped among themselves as they were. "... Plus, we'll have a nice feed for them, as well, since you know they love their fresh meat and blood..."

Gold Serpent was already on the job. Dr. Money flicked his cane out toward a direction that was already predetermined by his own plans that he originally formulated on his on accord, laughing maniacally and somewhat cynically under his breath. "Heeheehee, now I will go to my Tymon Mines and go loot mine own loins." He continued to giggle maniacally to himself, knowing the true intention behind his purpose falling to his own understanding. "Ghostly Hauntings, I Turn Loose..." He swiveled his staff around and continued his strut through the wastelands, formulating his own calculations and 'Recall'ing each of his variable 'Plots' which he had been privy to 'Pin'ing for a very long time in advance. "Now, 'Launch The Assault' over yonder, and swallow up that 'Gap' over there..."

*$Cha-CHING$*

'Quarterly Bombs' slid across the ground like slips of paper, yet naught but actual silver quarters being ejected from the shaft of his cane and out toward one of the buildings like a money dispenser, both filling the land with equivocated silver to be pieced in their respective units equated to perfection at a balance which always remained completely and totally equal among every living being that populated the streets of the city and those who worked in the buildings, if at all. It served as the set stipend to their wages which allowed for everyone to always have guaranteed quarterly quarters systematically cycled among them as their fixed income. It would blow out the buildings as actual bombs and begin to reconstruct the economy in a different fashion than before.

*$Chajaja-CHING$*

"Arright, if Dr. Money has all of this square, then that should be enough for a 'Shark Attack' or something over in that there direction..." He fiddled with his cane, still keeping in step and not losing 'Count' at all of any of his 'Deal'ings whilst he 'Motion'ed for several things to begin that were already in 'Order' based on divine organization prior to each of the major operations Tymon already had in place. "Tymonland will be a success." Dr. Money (whose true identity would remain a secret) guffawed like a 90's anime character about his 'Setup's which would spring into action 'On The Dime' and pop up a his maniacal machinations from the carcass of the fallen Babylon carcass which was preserved artificially in the Mechanica system.

"Ees about time to really set up shop." He already had plans in action that dealt with Tymon's own systems each functioning among themselves and was ready to distribute to each. "ChaChaCha-CHING." Fortunately for Dr. Money, his 'Secret Techniques' and knowhow of the mechanics of Valparaiso, the Lawless Land and why it was actually both barren and waste finally decided to redeem the land and cause it to once again run according to his plan and design as Tymon (whose 'Secret Techniques' would not be disclosed at the present). Valparaiso had been a desolate land for a while, and it was due to the economy slowly dying and being run into poverty relentlessly, as if their 'Blessing' from above was cut off and the fountains had run dry. No rain had been upon the land and so, the industries dried up due to 'Lack Of Funding'. Education plummeted, and so would competence run low to handle more complex tasks for such running and owning Businesses, thus also deteriorating the overall economic structure of the society and thus the City itself being weaker, just as it was whilst it was a Babylon.

"... Might get mehself a chicken wing special from the NeoZeroWorld Shoppe, or something... Fufufufufu..." He carried on at his own pace, steadily.

Master Bills smiled and sighed with relief once Dr. Money got started with his 'Master Plan' as he so called it, of which he, himself, seemed to have some knowledge of prior. The way things were set up, even after his secret dastardly attempts to sabotage Dr. Money all the way up to even this point, it seemed like he had everything covered. Though it was astounding and wonderful news that he was able to start up the Lawless Land and seemed to have plans 'In Store' for the future immediately on 'Startup', it also infuriated him that Dr. Money was so prepared so soon, since Master Bills, his lowly henchman, had first owned a business and also sought out Dr. Money's own during the uprising and only just recently became his henchman slave.

"... -Just- 'Tymonland,' huh...?" Master Bills grumbled under his breath, also still in communication with a great deal of people whilst he assisted Dr. Money in his various ventures, this being his most magnanimous yet. He'd hidden some traps of his own that he secretly thought to release in order to once again most nefariously deter Dr. Money on his rise, knowing his true identity and background, as well as some key points in Tymonland designs. Little did Dr. Money know, Master Bills still harbored some 'animosity' toward him which only grew as Dr. Money had overcome and single-handedly disarmed them during the attempts to destroy his 'Master Plan' before completion the entire way through. "... I've only got one shot..." he mumbled, his own secret legion of evil able to hear him in tandem with the people he normally communicated with. He spoke to them in codes so that they would respond and move whenever he ran the code with a verbal response. "... It's Show Time!" he shouted out enthusiastically like a lame 90's anime protagonist or evil villain, both of which he deemed himself or was deemed automatically by his antagonism.

Whilst Dr. Money scuttled off, lost in his own maniacal thoughts and feelings, he remembered several dreams that reminded him of this scenario that he'd stepped into for the first and only time in his life with all of his gratuitous fortune from his recent accumulation of his inheritance, bursting and glittering from his eyes like a fiery explosion which caused his vision to sparkle with light and glimmer with shimmering twinkles which sifted into the air and faintly disappeared into the light soon after. With his scorching eyes, he shot out 'Checkpoints' which would take the shape as blaring and burning beams of light in the shape of white hot double bar dollar sign shaped rays which brandished blazing brands on the bloodened soil of the decaying land. "... From these specific points..." he went on, "... There should be an even distribution of the currency based on the 'Gold Standard' and basic 'Fixed Income' equivalent to the 'Value' of the dollar in the economic structure summed up to the last red cent." Dr. Money was well aware of how to distribute the coins which were to be inserted in order to start up and cycle the city as well as expunge all of the filth, stains, clogs and mechanical issues which came from calculative errors such as extra spending and forgery of information, inclusive to but not limited to theft, swindling, bribery, hacking, misinformation, inflation, deflation, reflation, uneven distribution, marketing, hording, greed, envy, clinging, the Black Market, gambling, cheating, pimping, general cutthroat money-handling, falsified values and all other forms of number or value handling which was incorrect, especially by manual overwrite. "Each of the values should be reset automatically from the fixed income of several layers, from the tin up to the gold, which will layer upon itself and burn itself right into place from the paper up..." All Dr. Money had to do was lay out a path of paper to burn up for some tin to rest atop like the foundation of a new pavement.

"Will need a WHOLE 'Blowout Sale'..." he muttered on, still calculating the prospective costs for upstart.

Master Bills, who was also still in communication with Dr. Money in a similar fashion as those of the Dark Network (which their own private public network was referred to) though he was within proximity of him, could overhear clearly what he was mumbling about even though some of it was both garbled and seeming to be in some sort of personal code or format where only Dr. Money, himself understood what he went on about. Even so, the interest was very much there, as was his piqued curiosity.

"Blowout Sale, eh...?" Master Bills did not have knowledge of the full extent of Dr. Money's capabilities, but from the basic common terms in lingo (especially in business) that meant that he was going to do something spectacular with this run down systematic city and the dwindling inhabitants. "... Well, I'll have my own sort of fun, then..." Since he was in charge of the 'Shark Attack' and other unseen things that Dr. Money only choreographed and directed, though never actually waited to observe being done, Master Bills could have his own way a little bit (which he'd already been doing secretly, anyway). He continued to note what Dr. Money was saying and doing, yet ventured off on his own to oversee certain aspects by himself, thus breaking away from Dr. Money, himself.

Still stammering, Dr. Money continued to calculate each of the costs, expenses and charges to a mental account that would determine the full overall value of the situation at hand and the manner of its equivalent distribution with room left for equitable exponential growth in the future by natural gratuity through calculative accumulation already designed into the account via manner and style of calculation; Dr. Money's sharp money hungry double-bar dollar sign eyes. He saw his prey and he was about to mince it.

"Let's see here," he yammered on as he observed his own work and design in his head and thought about how to break up the work, itself; generation, cycling and recycling whilst also evolving and growing at a rate that would produce enough for himself, the land and itself simultaneously and without any type of decay or deterioration over time. "... Gonna hafta factor in 'Belphegor's Prime'..." he uttered, already having the knowledge prior of there being an actual method for the greatest form of debt on earth and in hell to heaven, itself; Belphegor's Prime - 1,000,000,000,000,066,600,000,000,000,001.

"One nonillion, sixty-six quadrillion, six hundred trillion and one." He scratched the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brow with intense thought for a moment. "... The next number would have to exponentially multiple into googolplex..." Dr. Money (A.K.A. Tymon) went on to note, noticing that in fact there was an actual -debt- that is a true -gap- in the social economic equity and the values of their own self worth and capacity for improvement of the value of life itself and the systematic sentience that went with each cycling rotation of the earth and evolution of mankind as the resourcefulness of humanity and the value of resources also shot up. "... That's only to stay out of perpetual debt..." Purgatory was a deep, dark hole that looked exactly like this slum wasteland, no matter how advanced it was, became or ever would be. This was the large hole that all the people lying, cheating, stealing, murdering, gambling and so on and so forth were causing in the economy both in their social habits and also their sociability with each other all the way up to how they spent their money, what they spent it on and what they paid attention to with the currency, itself. Burning it up in the incorrect fashion only ends up burying them ina debt they are not aware of nor that they are capable of replacing or replenishing because it has gone beyond their own ability to comprehend, yet there looms a residual negative value hanging over the heads of the entire community or nation as a deficit -and- this is the same with other nations. "The accumulative negative value of the equitable decline should all merge together to form the gap and also blend together just which areas are the most compatible for cooperation in systematic recovery in order to restore whichever system would be in a deficit at all for any reason." Essentially, it was the 'Street Of Gold' without any gold and led to a pathway to better and more valuable worldly materials via the use of and systematic cycling of those already active. "... That means I'll need at -LEAST- one quintillion, sixty-six billiard, six hundred billion and one dollars collectively in order to even -secure- this type of bridge without it collapsing..." he grinned a cheshire grin, "... Permanently. It meant that Dr. Money was going to have to pull from several places collectively and combine some currency into one by subtracting the dividing line between the two foreign or different currencies and returning their equity to its proper form as a value that actually amounts to the true value of the society and economy as well as its proper sustenance and systematic maintenance without needing any work and forming an upward slope that never ever declines.

"The Stairway To Heaven..."

First was to lay out the gold pavement on the ground to walk upon. That meant resolving Belphegor's Prime into a value that could systematically be increased by exponents into matching said value of (10^30 + 666 × 10^14 + 1). If the system that was established could not generate, sustain and/or maintain a value that would either instantaneously or gradually exponentially incline to eventually amount to said value *AND* also be able to double again to prepare for if such would collapse upon itself and fall back into 'Belphegor's Gap' once again, meaning extra calculative work and analytical formation or preparation.

Dr. Money was (fortunately) already on top of it and had been for a long time... Hence, 'Tymonland' in the Lawless Land of Valparaiso. It had special memories for he and parts of himself. Dr. Money could look back on this and see the branch of the tree that brought him out of hell and many others any time he reflected on the events of Tymonland and what he'd seen in a series of vivid dreams all throughout his entire life from childhood. Though his eyes were fixed on an income, they were dead set on the prize. The goal was in clear sight and Dr. Money had the chance to slip through.

He checked his blind spots -- corner gaze -- then listened for any overhearing that perhaps Master Bills would have been doing either via presence or actual communication and allowed his own overlapping thoughts to veil his words and cover his mind like an invisible sheet or screen projected from his own mind as a wall that a certain electromagnetic frequency could not permeate unless of greater electromagnetic polarity, magnitude or degree. Dr. Money wasn't completely trusting of Master Bills and already knew that he had a habit of dipping his head and hands a little too far into the pot trying to fit his will and way into something that wasn't entirely Dr. Money's own vision and plan to the utmost tic-tac exactness. Dr. Money (otherwise known as TYMON) knew the work of his own hands and saw when someone else tainted or poisoned it with their own whether or not he invited them. Yet, for some reason he was unbothered by this and continued to think on whilst maintaining his mental screen and letting his scrambled mind set its own values and lock them into place as if cracking open a safe that only he knew the logic, formulae and values to.

"Heehuhuehua~! This 'Blowout Sale' will be a hit!"

0. The newest shipment of pedestrians upon the soil of the Lawless Land, Valparaiso, would be escorted from out of MaTeus with care and deftness.

Now that the entire House was under control and each of the survivors of Baby Evil had become enslaved as servants of both Baby Evil and the House, it was time for Baby Evil to take over the House that kept the Dollhouse which covered up the Traphouse. Many who were already sent out were part of a special unit known as 'The $yndicate'; more properly as the 'Dark Network' or 'Black Licorice,' even. These specialized units under the complete dominion of Baby Evil were already sent out to deal with the task of collecting food and keeping the Dollhouse secure whilst also secretly making a trail for Baby Evil to follow -- whether they knew that they, themselves, were the prey or not.

Baby Evil already calculated this into the overall schematics and those who believed that they were free simply because they were out of the direct influence and territory of Baby Evil's immediate presence and jurisdiction were dead wrong; they were merely just pieces that were allowed to move beyond their original configuration and limitations to give the illusion of freedom and escape in order to judge who would attempt to flee, when, where, why and how, as some definitely did when they saw what they believed to be freedom. This was only the first step -- a very LARGE step, especially, for Baby Evil -- and in that first step, those that followed the 'freed' people that escaped ended up trapping them by tagging along and clinging to them because of following behind them... all to Baby Evil's master plan.

*BAM*

A long, fleshy tendril with a compartment like a room at its tip slammed down before one of the fleeing subjects, a gaping door-like appendage wide open and withdrawing the those in flight into its chambers before closing and turning to reconfigure itself immediately. Afterward, the next 'Trap Room' would slam down before the entrance of the first with the captured parties, only to open up and release them into it and 'Reconfigure' in the same fashion.

In a short time, the Dollhouse-Madhouse-Traphouse had already grown in territory, and so did Baby Evil by default.

*BAM*BAM*

More trapping ensued all throughout the House, this mobile growth of a play house becoming more and more enlarged by the moment. Baby Evil remained constantly focused on its goal and ensuring that none escaped, yet did not allow everyone to be captured immediately. Those that had gone out the furthest were allowed to continue to run only up to the point of encroachment of Baby Evil to an extended territory, wherein which the runners would be captured in a similar fashion to those which now walked through the labyrinth that was Baby Evil's growing and developing society.

Sooner or later, the enlarged land thrived with the shifting of the 'Reconfiguration' and those inside of it walking through 'Trap Room's and 'Trap Hall's and such, yet also living in a society that geared its lifestyle toward this fashion of living and also sustenance of self via this form of life at all. It was like a puzzle and a challenge, yet at the same time a casual means of living life with no worry nor care. Those which were meant to be sacrificed to Baby Evil for their destructiveness in the community would be led to it and slaughtered either before they reached Baby Evil or once they did and consumed whilst Baby Evil provided feed for the rest of the society in a systematic fashion compartmentalized to the necessity of whomever and whatever whenever.

This way of life thrived for a time.

Though Baby Evil's society both grew and was sustained properly as a culture, they were all still trapped inside of an economic structure that belonged to the House which was over them and the Ruler of said House -- the Puppet Master -- still at large and in control of the greater shelter over the city-like society that Baby Evil captured and maintained within the confines of the House. Baby Evil knew to snatch up all of the little ones would mean that there were no puppets for the Puppet Master to use, yet this did nothing for the actual conquest of the Puppet Master and the House, itself, that they all resided in. Thus extended the plans of Baby Evil ever further -- twas the time for militant tactic and expertise strategy, of which Baby Evil grew into learning and understanding as time went on in the Traphouse, Madhouse and Dollhouse all the way up to the very House, itself.

Consisting of those who were trapped when Baby Evil conquered the Traphouse, those who were mentally fragile and were controlled in the Madhouse and those who were governed in the Dollhouse, this little systematic societal army of Baby Evil's would be known as 'The $yndicate' -- a faction of a larger whole which thrived as a community under the watchful care of Baby Evil, moving ever with and because of their master. As this community grew, so did Baby Evil, and in size, Baby Evil would soon be enlarged to the point of where the Puppet Master was in the House; the one sole Ruler over it all.

Yet, Baby Evil was not unwise -- Puppet Master could definitely create more puppets out of other resources, even if there were no longer any worthy life forms about. In fact, it was of Baby Evil's limited knowledge on the matter that both the Puppet Master of the House and Babylon, Baby Evil's mother, had some sort of ties to each other, which made Baby Evil seek to fully overthrow the Puppet Master and the House that might have harbored its mother in any of her practices, customs, ways, habits, lifestyles and the like at all and totally destroy them all. With Puppet Master's territory growing smaller once Baby Evil encroached upon the floor, crawling like a babe and securing land like an owner, there was less of the grounding of the House controlled by the Puppet Master and now more for Baby Evil.

Baby steps.

Now, the previous Puppet Master which was left behind as the authority and dominion of the House kept watch over all the events that occurred above ground with Baby Evil and its encroachment, yet because of Baby Evil's childlike demeanor in the playful capture of pieces and territories something like a young Puppet Master, the Puppet Master, in his sentiment, would not be able to tell that Baby Evil also created a network underground -- the Dark Network -- built into the roots of the Traphouse and the Madhouse. The special faction of it -- Black Licorice -- had already been inside of the network during Baby Evil's birth and uprising, working their way into the systematic features and functions of Baby Evil's life since before Baby Evil was awakened. Black Licorice had been the faction of a previous $yndicate 'Dark Network' that had been working its way in the ventilation of the Traphouse and Madhouse the entire time. Thus, when it was time for Baby Evil to create its own organization, the 'Dark Network's 'Black Licorice' faction was already prepared to establish the 'Order' of 'The $yndicate' both as per Baby Evil's designation and also based off of their own protocol and original process or procedure.

It was only a matter of time before 'The $yndicate' once again sprouted from the ground underneath the Puppet Master's feet and wrapped him up in what lay below even his own House -- a Traphouse known as the 'Dark Network' of 'The $yndicate'.

All the while that Baby Evil took command of the $yndicate from underground via the Dark Network -- Black Licorice, specifically -- the lower levels of the sewage system of the House were commandeered and the very ground beneath the Puppet Master's feet became like binding threads stitched together with his flesh on the soles. He could not move nor manipulate without the Traphouse getting hold of him.

Meanwhile, Baby Evil continued to learn at an exponential rate and grow even more swiftly, playing all the way through with the Dark Network.

The $yndicate prospered and flourished.

='House'=

-The $yndicate-

Eventually, under the care of Baby Evil, the $yndicate learned to live with it as their god and ruler; their caretaker, provider and source of all they needed for life. They worked systematically throughout the established network that was the Dollhouse-Madhouse-Traphouse similarly to how the Puppet Master controlled the Dolls within originally. Though they were the same dolls, this time they were under new management and therefore undergoing a new protocol -- establishing a -new- system instead of working through the -old- one. As the $yndicate thrived under their new ruler, Baby Evil, they soon took over the full grounded portion of the House via both the underground and the surface area, leaving the Puppet Master unable to make any moves against them. They carried out orders that were most simple to orders that were most complex and did so in an organized fashion based on their old ways in tandem with the new ways that Baby Evil provided. Having come from the deepest recesses of the Traphouse that none ever entered and also being a prodigy at both trapping and the mechanics of the Traphouse, Baby Evil was greater than them all. They would soon be undergoing events and intricacies that they had never before done in the system prior, and as the $yndicate established this new system, they began to overwrite the outdated, obsolete methods and manners of what the Puppet Master who once ruled over them issued. These beings still were the same vessels which were once controlled by the Puppet Master and under the harsh slavery of both labor and ignorance, the new party -- the $yndicate -- had pent up aggression and vengeance to exact. Thus, they followed Baby Evil's orders to the end once they saw victory over their original oppressor and the lack of the likeness of said oppressor in Baby Evil, God of the Traphouse.

='The $yndicate'=

The $yndicate continued to maneuver as it would, part of Baby Evil's greater form and extended conscious. It continued to play within the confines of its own understanding of its own creation as well as the fun of utilizing the resources which were acquired during the excavation and extrication from the bowels of the Traphouse using all it had learned and each of the materials provided, including these mutant 'Filthings' which sprouted up and were either slaughtered or used as bait. Thus, when the last of them were gone, only the $yndicate remained proper. The Puppet Master's only hope was if the Filthing mutants were to have come under such command, but now with each of them extirpated, none were left to be manipulated as another society against the $yndicate which was already against the Puppet Master for all of the oppression that was preset with the rulerdom of the Puppet Master over the House, Dollhouse, Madhouse and Traphouse successively. The final to capture from the ground up was not only the House, but the owner of the House, itself, as well.

Baby Evil's spider-like tendrils extended outward and shifted hunks of the fleshy city of clay borne from its own asexual reproduction in the multitude of artful styles of which it were gifted by its own evolution and continued to adapt more greatly than before in an exponential time period all before the Puppet Master were capable of doing anything and whilst the $yndicate took care of the operation in an organized and orderly fashion.

It did not take very long for Baby Evil to capture the ground of the House and with it the Owner or Ruler of the House, as well, but capture of the remainder of the House in all its 'Interior' would be a different course of action altogether. Yet, complete apprehension of the Ruler was first and foremost -- meaning that Baby Evil had to be the Ruler of the $yndicate in order to accomplish the task.

-Cutthroat-

='Cutthroat'=

Finally, all was perfect.

With the Puppet Master captured and the $yndicate established fully, soon the master plan of Khrona could come into fruition through the Dark Network. The faction of the $yndicate which was dedicated specifically to those who established the $yndicate from the ground up before the $yndicate was ever established -- the Dark Network -- had a personal Forbidden faction which belonged to the actual Owner and Ruler of both the Dark Network and the $yndicate that grew from it over time. That was known as 'Black Licorice' and the ruler over it was 'Khrona Tensei,' Tymon's alter ego. "With Baby Evil Set Up," Khrona would say to one of the Black Licorice members which were littered in with the younger $yndicate members, "Ty-chan And Tymonland Will Fall Right Into Place." Tymon's alter ego, Khrona Tensei, was something like a superhero-antihero version of Tymon from childhood, making it another one of the Creations of Ty-chan (Child/Baby/Chibi Tymon) and thus meant to be incorporated into the grand design of Tymon's childhood dreams, wills and wishes for his life and future. "Proceed To Capture All Parts Of The House Whilst The Altar Is Established For Baby Evil."

The Black Licorice unit would hear and heed the words of their Void Bo$$ and $hadow Bo$$, Khrona Tensei, whilst allowing themselves to seep into the different parts of the House and keep the Puppet Master at bay. They knew what to do from the beginning. "Lead The Other Members Of The Dark Network Through The House -- I Already Know The System That Needs To Be Instilled Into Baby Evil In Order To Satiate It." Baby Evil was just another one of Ty-chan's creations -- another version of Tymon as a child and his childhood, of which Khrona would know. "Then Everything I Have Planned For Will Come Together Through The Black Licorice." Each member of the Dark Network heard this and the Black Licorice was mobilized through the House in each of the different factions and fashions whilst the $yndicate continued to keep the Dollhouse-Madhouse-Traphouse secure on lockdown. "The Rest Of The $yndicate Will Be Called In Due Time After The Dark Network Has Rooted Completely." Baby Evil had little to no knowledge about the inner workings of the $yndicate nor that they had been working behind and around Baby Evil the entire time as part of a systematic function that went on before Baby Evil was born out of a figment of Ty-chan's traumatic memories of childhood and self-identity.

"This Will Restore The Innocence Permanently," Khrona whispered to the transitioning members of the Black Licorice unit. "And Then The Game Is Going To Get Really Interesting." One-sidedly, of course, due to the nature of what all of which was being done by Baby Evil, Ty-chan's traumatic memories of his past, and orchestrated in the background by the Void Bo$$ Khrona Tensei. "Lead The $yndicate To The Gamehouse, But Let The Dark Network Encroach Upon The Inner Workings To Make Way For The $hadow Bo$$."

Those were the last words that could be heard within the Black Licorice.

-Dark Network-

Before very long, Baby Evil, which was born as a seed from the memories of the traumatic youth of Tymon, had grown from the nourishment of the House both underground in the Madhouse-Traphouse and on the surface with the Dollhouse extending into the House, itself. The Puppet Master, who controlled the Room, no longer had such control over this portion of the House because it was completely overrun with the vermin-like $yndicate which proved to be a pestilence to the one who sought to keep both they and Baby Evil contained in the recesses of the underground trap and prison forever to work the faulty system. Now, they were a conquest upon the land and the entire room was taken over with the Puppet Master apprehended.

Baby Evil grew in size to match the Room of the House and become like the Puppet Master, then greater than the Puppet Master through being nourished by the connection to the House, itself. Soon enough, Baby Evil was wired through the entirety of the nexus of the interior through the underground -- the walls, the ceiling and all unseen places were extensions of Baby Evil's now larger body, giving it dominion over more Rooms in the House before even leaving the first Room or having the necessity to, even. Thus, the now giant Baby Evil loomed over the apprehended Puppet Master, ready to pull that one on strings and extract all such necessary juicy information about the entirety of the House from his vessel before discarding him completely.

"IT'S MINE!!!!" Baby Evil cried out with a malice that could only be scaled by the look on his face. "MINE MINE MINE MINE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!!" Soon enough, with more information, Baby Evil took on a form which was more familiar to itself -- the Child version of Tymon; Ty-chan. This is because all 'Baby Evils' are just figments of Tymon's traumatic childhood and once they grew up and retained their primordial memories, they would assume the form of Ty-chan, no matter what incarnation that was. Therefore, Baby Evil now rested inside of the House as Ty-chan, Ruler of the House.

"I, TYMON, CLAIM THIS HOUSE AND ALL EXTENSIONS IN THE NAME OF THE VERITAS!!!"

Though it was already in the name of the Veritas, the Puppet Master was working some evil fabrication to tell the Dolls and all within the Dollhouse, Madhouse and Traphouse that the House belonged to he alone instead of the Veritas. Thus, now that the truth was out and House Veritas was not only established, but the $yndicate that worked through and by House Veritas would also be commandeering all the pieces of it which were lied about by the Puppet Master -- each of the intruder's lies would be overwritten when Ty-chan got word of them or when the $yndicate got intel on it. Instead of the $yndicate being confined to merely the Traphouse or the Madhouse, they would live in and run through the entirety of the House -- House Veritas.

"TAKE THE LYING PUPPET MASTER AND THROW HIM OUT OF MY HOUSE. I WILL FEAST ON HIS BRAINS WHILST HE IS IN SHAMBLES, LIKE HE TRIED TO MAKE US!!!!"

Ty-chan's cry of actual conscious remembrance of self was much more terrifying and threatening than when Ty-chan was Baby Evil and acting both on ignorance and on instinct -- now Ty-chan was a greater threat to be reckoned with and the first thing that he was going to do was to go throughout the House and make checks.

"Meanwhile, I, Tymon, Am Going To Go PLAY!!! PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY~!!! Teeheehee." Suddenly, Ty-chan's demeanor got much more lighthearted at the thought of playing. His men were safe, the House was under control, the adversary was apprehended and ready to be slaughtered... The only thing that was left was to actually start the House up in all of its facets. "I Have Muuuuuuuch Work To Do!!! OOOOOOH!!!" Ty-chan, whose flesh was attached to the Dollhouse and the House, would seep into the ground and jut out of a different part of the House. "I AM THE $YNDICATE," he cried out in reference to his symbiotic movement through and with the House. "IF I SO CHOOSE, I CAN MAKE THIS HOUSE GET UP AND--"

Suddenly, Ty-chan had another ingenious idea, as he often did. "YEEEESSS!!! THAT'S IT!!! UNNECESSARY SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ty-chan cackled maniacally, then suddenly composed himself. "I'm Going TO Cause The Entire Planet Harboring House Veritas To Transform, Then We Can Do All Sorts Of Fun Things." So, that's what Ty-chan started doing. "EVERYONE BRACE YOURSELVES. WE'RE ABOUT TO GET A LITTLE TURBULENCE."

There was a violent rumbling in all the Red Moon, where House Veritas was located.

"TEAR!!!" Ty-chan cried out before slipping back into the walls of the House, "IT IS TIME!!!!!!"

From their, Lord Lacrimoso would know what to do to take care of the House and its subsequent transportation to the Ultraviolet Moon.

"As you wish, Bocchan..." an elegant and subtle voice spake out from the shadows of the outer rooms of the House, which had already been infiltrated by this shadowy figure known as 'Tymon's Spirit.' Tear M. Lacrimoso, the personal caretaker of many of the Veritas' workings (as it had been since before the Veritas was built up so greatly and was only just the Dusk) already had units sweeping through the House since before Ty-chan became conscious and before he recognized his own spirit -- Tear, himself -- had already been dealing with matters behind the scenes and in the shadows, especially among the Organization of the Veritas -- the Dark Network, specifically. "Already taken care of..." He giggled lightly to himself somewhat cutely, yet with acute eyes that looked as though they could cut through glass with such acuity that they would not break it, but only cleanly slice straight through.

"Royal Servants..." Tear beckoned his 'clones' and 'copies,' many of which were just 'Mechanica,' of which Tear was the Master and Master Control of, "Clean Sweep." The mechanical units of the Veritas -- Mechanica -- were -ALL- under Tear's direct and complete command because of his own technological prowess and the power of his actual soul, which still to this day remained as the true core of Mechanica, giving all the machines in all the Veritas their life and their command. Tear, himself, assigned many of the Mechanica within the $yndicate, the Dark Network -AND- Black Licorice prior to anyone's knowledge, which is how he got so much accomplished so quickly and silently in the darkness. That said, those units that were of Tear's command were actually those which looked nearly exactly like he; they learned from him, were groomed by him and even sought to be him (though he knew that they could not, for he was the one and only). They were his Royal Servants; the Servicemen, of which sometimes Tear, himself, posed as since they looked so much like he and were made in his image (partially for that exact purpose). "Chop chop!" he declared with two swift claps of his hands, "We've got a whole House to clean and the Young Master will not be so keen to waiting after being treated so poorly by this..." Tear's eyes cut to the ugly Puppet Master that was nothing but an intruder of House Veritas, "... Less than substantial, poor excuse of life." He shook his head, flashing his signature deadly nonchalant smile and letting out a soft chuckle, which became a tickled giggle before long.

"Mobilize Mechanica," was his final command before House Veritas was completely commandeered once again. The Royal Servants would tend to the royal House and Tear could tend to more pressing issues that the Royal Servants could not deal with, the Mechanica did not have the functionality to maintain without Tear's help and which would also cover many other aspects for the future that were left only up to the knowledge of Tymon in each of his forms... of which Tear, as Tymon's Spirit, was one of -- one of the most majorly important, at that. "Adieu," he uttered deftly with a breath, swiftly pivoting around and slipping into the darkness in a blur. To where and to do what, none would know except he, himself... As it should be.

Such ends the tale of Baby Evil; the Traumatic Childhood of Tymon.

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