The Creator embeds his shovel into the mound of dirt he dug up. "Today marks the final funeral, the final death in this horrid universe." He holds up a simple vase filled with ash.

"You are the last person that Death has claimed. His own son. My apologies that Heaven was too late to save you from such pain, but may this funeral leave your soul at ease, so you may pass peacefully, instead of wandering this universe in suffering."

"Hey Mr. CL- uh, O-6, why is that guy burying a vase in the middle of the street." Helen stopped in her tracks, at what she hoped was a "respectful" distance away.

O-6 folds his arms. "Some sort dumb religious poppycock, Helen. Let us just go back to finding Seven and XoXo so we can figure out our next order of action. :V"

The Creator raises his head to meet the eyes of O-6. "You have come. The two heads of Existence and their demon."

Bobo looks around. "Uh. Who are you talking to?"

The Creator raises up the vase. "I come to make an appeasement to you. I know that it is in your nature to destroy, Existence. But please listen to me. Have mercy on this poor Heaven. Perfection has been reached. What joys.....please tell me, what joys can you gain from striking this land down?"

"I cannot speak to you in person. For while I am godlike-" The Creator takes a moment to pause. The lights in his eye sockets go out. "I am no god, and thus unable....incapable of arguing my morals and my evidence to you."

"Mr. O-6, what did we say about getting into religious debates with random people on the street again?"

"I have seen gods. I have controlled them. While you may deny the existence of them, two heads of the most terrifying god of them all peers down on you, on me, on this universe."

"And I hope that this funeral I host for their beloved-" The Creator clacks his jaws as he tries to find the right word. "-friend? Follower? Toy? I do not know XoXo's relation to these beings, but I hope that this funeral will calm their souls."

"No."

"No! We had plans, man! We were going to travel the Universe. He was the only family I had left!"

Bobo swings his sword out, aiming for the Creator's neck. "Who killed him? Tell me their name now or you'll be the one going into that hole!"

"It was Death itself, the god, the concept, the horrible killer, and the somber undertaker."

"This isn't the time for your religious garbage."

"You know him by the name of, Seven. The god of Death."

"Seven wouldn't do that! He loved XoXo, and that guy doesn't love anything, man!"

"It was by accident. He meant to strike down another, but instead felled one of the few he cared about. His devastation was nearly uncontrollable."

"Is that why Seven and XoXo haven't come back yet...?"

"Helen, are you really going to trust this religious nutcase? :V"

"Normally I wouldn't, unless they were offering some awesome wafers, but Seven kept being weird about where he was going. What if he did get in a fight and, you know,-"

"-and now that's why he's not coming back. You know Seven would come back."

"Look into your hearts, and you will know my words are true! Speak to the heads of Existence, and it will tell you itself if it is honest!"

"Hello, heads of Existence? Did our dear friend Seven kill his son? :V"

".................................................."

"Oh, would you hear that? Nothing. :V"

O-6 pulls out a pistol and aims it at the Creator. "If what's in that vase truly is our team member, then what's more likely? That Seven, who is not here, killed him, or that the clockwork trying to bury his remains ate him and is getting rid of any evidence? :V"

Bobo stands between O-6 and the Creator. "They told me it's true."

"The-they spoke in my defense?"

"Not in your defense, but they told me that it's true. Seven killed XoXo."

"The voice in your head is your own thoughts, not any sort of god, Bobo. :V"

"Then consider it an intuition, man."

"Seven killed XoXo." Bobo grabs the vase from the Creator before slicing his sword into the fabric of the universe to open a portal.

"I think he's right about this one, Mr. O-6."

"What, are you hearing these voices now, Helen? :V"

"Nuh uh. But I know Seven. He'd be back by now."

"I can only think of a few reasons why he wouldn't at least call. And...this is one of them."

"And where are you going, Bobo? :V"

Bobo taps his arm in the same location O-6's paper is wrapped around. "Same place you'll be going in a moment I'm sure."

"I don't know if I can try to bring XoXo back. I know I'll mess up."

"But maybe one day, I'll be good enough to get the job done right." Bobo steps through the portal, closing it behind himself.

Helen sighs. She grabs the paper tied to herself and pulls it off. A large metal avian talon grabs her and pulls her into a newly formed portal.

O-6 scoffs, putting his gun away.

"Consider it your fictional "god's" mercy I didn't kill you where you stand." O-6 pulls away his own paper, disappearing from the streets of ZooCorp.

The Creator falls to his hands and knees, bowing his head. "Thank you, gods, for this mercy. Thank you for giving up your hunt on our Universe."

The Poetnix trots over, all other gods except for the Neo following behind him. "Well, well, well, looks like you've won, Creator. You've gotten your Heaven."

"....Not just yet." Electricity jumps between the Creator's horns. A signal. "I did not choose to create cekekis for no reason."

"Ceki."

"I cannot believe none of you saw this coming." Swarms of cekeki begin pouring out of every window, every door, and every crack.

"Keki!"

"Kekikikekikei!!"

"I cannot trust you all, though most of you have been loyal. A creature with enough power will commit "evil" even when it strives to do nothing but good."

The number of cekekis the Creator has summoned forth buries the gods in their coils. They eat away at their anomalous powers, until there are nothing but animals left behind.

The Creator walks past the annoyed calls of the animals once known as gods. "You'll be mad at me now, but imagine being able to write a book without causing wars, help people without dooming their lives, or being able to speak your thoughts without cults gathering around you. It might be a slice of Heaven for you all. Plus......"

".....if I'm not allowed to be God, then no one can be!"

"Consider this, my final sin."

"Now, if you don't mind......I have a field of grass to make friends with, and a Heaven to enjoy."