Myrmex silently looked at the ceiling, listening to how the clock ticked. She tapped her fingers and bounced her leg under the sheets purely out of anxiety and stress. Sweating. Thinking about various things in her head. Obsessively. Compulsively. She thinks about the different ticks in the room that annoy her the most. So, she swears and curses under her breath silently. She sighs, repeating things in her head over and over again, but realizes that such thoughts should be silenced. She sighs and begins obsessively watching and scrolling constantly on her phone. She sighs and taps the phone with her middle, index, and ring fingers of her right hand, then her left. Though it didn’t feel evened out enough since she touched the phone with her right hand for longer, so she does so again with her left.

  Miguel, meanwhile, rocks his head forward and backward, avoiding full eye contact with anything, merely rocking his head forward and backward over and over. He types obsessively into his laptop, staring with complete obsession. He hums. “Mm mmm mmm.” He paced around in the exact same way and the exact same practice over and over. He merely walked from one area of the apartment and to the next, getting his feet sweaty. He cringed upon that feeling, so he immediately went to the bathroom and cleaned his feet. “You ever think there’s a universe out there where… everything acted as the very foundation of your world? I mean, my parents are adoptive immigrants from other worlds, but… Do you think that somewhere out there, our world existed differently?”

  “Heh…” said Anna. “The Multiverse always splits constantly. Sometimes there are fulcrums in space-time where we experience the same reality, only in different circumstances. Phenomena like these are known as Constant Ultrimatums, where Usog demands truth… And we can’t do anything about it… I did something really bad, Miguel…”

  Meanwhile… the Reaper, a tall vigilante from yet another world, ran away. He kept running, and running. He takes a call. “Miguel? Christ… How’s Mercurio? I have… a bit of a huge problem here…” he said. “You guys are safe? Good… There’s a variant of Dark who is very well interested in hunting me down… And some other lady. Looks like another Askal. Shit fuck. Hay Naku…”

  Suddenly, two figures appeared. One is a woman in black armored overalls with a hockey mask over her face, and the other, a man in a black suit and overalls with a black ski mask and a fedora hat.

  “Miguel…” said the Reaper, panting. “I think… I think it’s over…”

  “Reaper Prime…” said Dark, the man in the fedora with a black spiral badge on his chest. “For crimes against Morningstar and the eponymous Unbreakable, I sentence you to death.”

  Askal smirks and beats the Prime Reaper to the ground with her sticks.

  Prime Reaper stands up and yells out, “HELL… FAAAAIYAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Yes. Familiar as this is, this is indeed… the original Reaper. The Reaper from the Morningstar Trilogy. The Reaper of the original Miguel.

  He burns down the pair, but Dark dissipates the flames with his katana by spinning them.

  Then, Askal just keeps beating him to the ground, over and over, blood splattering out from his skull mask. He tries to stand up…

  “I can’t…” he whispered.

  Suddenly, he sees hallucinations of a small pirate man and a criminal woman. They teared up.

  “We had fun, didn’t we?” smiled Prime Reaper.

  They smiled. “We did… It’s all over, Reaps…” spoke the pirate and the crime leader…

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  Dark then stabs him in the chest and brutally beats him to death…

  Askal sighed. “That’s enough, Dark.”

  Dark turns to Askal. “This bastard caused an Intermultiversal Incident. I’m just doing what Unbreakable told us to do.”

  Askal nods. “Because we are the Guard Dogs of Peace itself.”

  “All Hail Unbreakable,” smiled Dark.

  Meanwhile…

  Miguel sighs, trying to think of what to write next in his story. The weird line thingie that manifests the characters on his document on his screen just kept on blinking. His eyes became confused by the blinking and began following its pattern.

  Miguel tosses an M&M and catches it with his tongue, smirking and chuckling as he takes a bite.

  The crunch was so crisp and so fine that he enjoyed the sugary treat melt in his tongue.

  Anna reaches home and locks the door.

  He smiles, hearing her, and walks downstairs. “Dude. We should get a cat!”

  Anna chuckles and shakes her head. “Okay....! Dude, we’re both 19 now! We have to study for the next examination!”

  “Eh!” smiled Miguel, before they both laughed together.

  She rests her head on his shoulder. “Read me your story?”

  Miguel smiles. “Okay… Once, there was a man named Kantuckett-...”

  Meanwhile, the two ninjas spy at the couple from above.

  “Unbreakable. We have sight with the successor variant of the Aswang King… He’s another Aswang Prince… Perfectly the same with an eerily different origin story. Mhm?” asked Dark. “Alright… Got it.” He turns off the call.

  “Dude. Did you EAT the LAST kropek!?” asked Askal.

  “What the fuck do you mean I ATE it?” asked Dark, avoiding eye contact and whistling repeatedly. “Of course, I did. Come on! Dude. It’s shrimp kropek. This shit tastes amazing on vinegar! And guess what?” He shows the packet. “Vinegar-flavored!”

  “My point isn’t that vinegar motherfucking tempted you! I’m talking about how you didn’t share the last kropek, duckfucker!”

  “Fuck off, duckfucker!”

  “WHY REPEAT MY OWN INSULT, DUDE!!!?”

  “Oh, wow. You have a patent on ‘duckfucker’?”

  ”What!?” asked Askal, exasperated.

  “I mean, if you’re gonna be an asshole about it, at least allow me to have the fuckin’ freedom of choosing my Goddamned swears! It’s a free Multiverse, Emilia!”

  “Just… Shut the fuck up, John.”

  “Wanna patent, ‘fuck’ as well?”

  “Dude. SHUT UP!!!” She sighed, shaking her head.

  “Psh! C’mon, man! Everything I do is for Goddamned Black Spiral! It’s to bring everyone to the light. That’s why I have to be Dark doing so.”

  “And I’m Askal because I believe that no one should die for no reason… ever again… We killed the Reaper because our boss ordered us to do so… Because we believe in that… For Daisuke. Right?”

  Dark nodded. “For Daisuke…” He still avoided eye contact.

  “C’mere…” Askal hugs Dark. “After this, it’s over…”

  A knock on the couple’s door is heard.

  Miguel opens the door.

  “Good evening, assholes!” smiled Dark, spreading his arms out as Askal pushes him away.

  “Hello. Are you the Aswang Prince?” smiled Askal.

  Miguel’s eyes widen. He takes out his eskrima sticks and strikes Dark towards the face but Dark was quick enough to block the stick with his katana, but Miguel punches Dark into his throat, causing him to cough.

  Myrmex lands and exchanges strikes against Askal, punching her into a car.

  Askal tries to stand, but stumbles, so she presses something on her wrist.

  Askal then tosses small buttons that turn into collars around both their necks. “Activate Shock Collars.”

  The duo are then immediately electrocuted by the Shock Collars as they scream in horror.

  “We’ve recruited the pair…” said Askal. “For the Black Spiral.”

  “Fuck that, man..” coughed Dark, grabbing his throat. “Dude… Little… Spider monkey… Goddamn.“