Toon Wars: The Final Days

Chapter 13

On the opposite end of the mountain by the small caves distant from the remainder of the heroic Toon Force, Rose Quartz and her group of three are kept walking carefully through the jungle-like area unsure of where to go. Rose slices through some of the vines and thorns in her path while Bimm is squirming through it, almost tripping at one point. And getting her clothes more dirty. Made worse by the fact that she isn't wearing boots the she lost back at Wakeman's lab, also making it harder for Rose who keeps stepping on rocks. Starfire herself can fly, but even with that, she has difficulty getting through most of the obstacles without getting on the mushy ground. But Sadie stays jittery from trauma and hops across the trees and through hollow logs like an animal.

Sadie: WAHOO! I'm the greatest player one there ever was! (Crawls through tunnel) No obstacle in the UNIVERSE can stop me! (Bumps head inside) Ouch!

Rose: Should take but the rest of the day for her to fully recover, I think.

Bimm: Isn't mental trauma different than physical?

Rose: Yes.

Starfire: It is hard for me to be able to navigate this harsh terrain. Are you sure you know where we're going, Ms. Quartz?

Rose: Nnnnope! Not a single ounce of that in this big momma! I'm just cutting through all this until we come to a clearer place. I know we're on a mountain because of how close the clouds are, and I assume the rest are somewhere with us up here since Dimsdale is near.

Bimm: How can you tell?

Rose: I smell ash from a huge distance away from here. I'm sure its the hellish landscape Timmy described when he revisited the place.

Bimm: Aaaaw... I don't know about this, Ms. Quartz. If something like this happened to Dimsdale, do you think we still have a chance at this?

Rose: Of course. There's always hope. Dr. Noreen gave you that antivirus for a reason. We'll get to where we need to be eventually.

Starfire: Oooh! How about you do like Cattus and meditate? It helped me when I was stressed.

Bimm smiling: That's not a bad idea! (Looks at cave) I guess I'll be in here if you don't mind.

Rose: No no. You go ahead. I need to stop and bare my surroundings anyway. We'll get back on track.

Inside the nearby cavern, about a few feet belowground, Bimm walks gently through the slightly wet floor of into the back in the purple, pinkish haze. Small specks of light circle around her when she takes a seat on a conveniently placed rock formation; this time crossing her legs like Cattus would. Even when she gets herself situated, holding the Knowledge Magisword next to her and the antivirus capsule, she still shivers from the cold of the cave; ideal for the mood. With that, she shuts her eyes and thinks quietly of the past few days where the virus had first attacked. Through her eyes, she's witnessed the demise of everything in Rhybloflaven, starting with Noville, then Prohyas, then Witch Way, then Simone. Simone herself had fought the hardest, maintaining perfect form even as she was being blown away by the mysterious man's beam attack. Little did she know at the time that her body was slowly withering into fading data. Bimm of course tries to ignore all this and clear her mind, but once again, she's reminded of her recent battle with Vambre amidst the flames of the fallen Lyvsheria. Finally, she opens her eyes and sees nothing but the dark purple skies of the realm she's placed herself in. According to her husband and Samurai Jack, for some in deep thought, this is the innards of their mind represented by the setting. Whether calm, happy, or sad, this area shapes and colors itself at will in response to the person's feelings and memory. So far, though, everything is in turmoil. Nothing is here except a pitch black liquid covering the entirety of the endless floor and the darkness and purple of the skies. Here, Bimm's eyes start to get more watery. One tear plummets to the water below her feet and plops down making a large ripple across the empty void. When all of a sudden, when facing behind her watching the effect, something catches her attention. There seems to be someone the same color as the oily surface sitting alone on a small rock in the middle of nowhere. From a distance, she seems to be slightly shorter than Bimm but has the figure of a human apart from her impish ears. Curious, Bimm slowly walks up to her while she has her back turned. Little did she know that Squirt was never truly gone.