The never ending storm had ended. The game was over, and crowd gathered to watch the final bow of the actors who had trapped them all. "Well, that's about all folks!"

"It's a total shame that you all failed to kill O-6 enough times."

"Usually we'd take the O-6's from the universes to join our little circus, buuuut uh..."

"There uh, was a bit of an incident, and uuuuuh yeah! He's considered a honky donky reformed criminal I guess!"

"Think of it more like ahhh, a clerical error!"

"A fucking clerical error? I'll show you what a fucking clerical error is, motherfucker! >:3"

"Hey! Come on. I'm just telling you what I know! Sheesh louise, you think you'd be a bit more happy about staying in your universe!"

"You came to my fucking planet. Fucked over my damn party. Invited a fuck ton of bullshit anomalies, then set up a little game where killing me is the motherfucking objective! You think I fucking am going to give you an award for that? >:3"

"I mean, if you're handing them out that'd be amazing!"

"Oh, your honor, your greatness of all greatnesses. I think it's best to let this go. All that matters is that you're alive, and mortal most of all! :V"

"Weird damn way to put that, hound. >:3"

"I do suppose so. But I believe it to be better this way. After all, dying and remembering your death is truly terrible. Is it not? :V"

O-6 see-saws his hand. "I'd give it a 4 out of 10. Sucks and hurts like shit but I've been through worse. >:3"

"Always the resilient one, aren't you? You know sir, she didn't just call this event off for no reason."

"It is in fact by my whims and planning that your survival is assured. Huzzah! :V"

"What, you want an award for it or what? It's your god hating job to protect my ass. >:3"

"You won't even say thank you in earnest for what I've done? All the work I've put into you for so many years? :V"

"If you got a problem with that, mutt, you better spit it out or shut the fuck up. I'm not giving out compliments for breathing now, am I? >:3"

"No. Talking is no good. You've told me this many times. You've beaten this concept into my mind, solidified it as reality, as a truth, a virtue, talk means nothing. :V"

"Damn fucking right it doesn't!"

"Looks like you're getting smarter, hound. Maybe you're starting to learn a thing or two. And they say an old dog can't learn any new tricks. >:3"

"I've learned quite a few tricks in my last few years, sir." He throws an arm around O-6. "I'll have you know that I have been training, every second of every waking day to make sure that my sun, and stars, my cherished revered feline companion, who has rejected me, abused me, pushed me to the mud-"

"You're yapping a whole fucking lot for a person who agreed talking gets you fucking nowhere. >:3"

"Oh hoo! Sorry. I suppose I was just excited. Giddy really!"

"Would you like to see one of my new tricks, sir? :V"

"Yeah sure. But it better not be fucking stupid. >:3"

With a quick flick of his wrist a knife falls out of the old hound's stolen coat. He grabs it by the hilt and plunges it into O-6's neck, taking care to slice through his throat.

The old hound pulls back, removing the knife to ensure his target would have not even the knife to hold back the torrent of blood. O-6 tries to speak, or perhaps scream, but his mangled neck does not allow this. "Talking gets you nowhere."

"Know that this will not be the only time I kill you," the hound hisses, as he throws the knife to the side. The onlookers of the party and show are shocked into silence.

"No matter where you exist, I will hunt you down like the loyal hound I am. But when I find you. I will ruin you. I will rip every fiber of your being to shreds. I have realized what you have always wanted from me, sir."

"You may not understand it right now, but do know this, sir."

"Your silent request, your suicidal existence, the way you tell others to just kill you if they have a problem, will be acknowledged, branded into my soul."

"I'm going to kill you, wherever I go, and I'm going to go many places soon, Sir."