I just stood there, frozen in terror, as everything just took a complete 180.
As once again, everything completely went to shit within an instant.
What. Just. HAPPENED?!?
"ZENON?!? WHAT THE HELL?" My brobot just took us right to what's probably the Time Patrol's main base and knocked Red out the second after we arrived. Dozens of time patrollers are also surrounding us on multiple floors while holding see through... nearly holographic shields resembling those from my Timmy's own Danger Deck and have their weapons aimed at us.
A time portal then opens up in front of the wave of enemies and what looks like a seriously upgraded Toolshed walks through. He's wearing a dark blue construction worker-esc outfit that seems to double as armor and dark yellow safety glasses that seem to be like Edith glasses from Spiderman: Far From Home.
He's also got all sorts of advanced looking tools on him that, according to a quick scan from T.K, make the stuff I got from my adventures involving aliens and the far future look like a joke in comparison as well as black gloves and shoes on to complete the look.
But what's most surprising is his inner nature.
Remember Santa's naughty/nice power? Well the Time Patrol guys all around me have various shades from dark gray to a few white or 'nice' members, but the Toolshed in front of me has the lightest white I've ever seen in this good/evil color spectrum.
While I'm not entirely sure yet just what goes into consideration when it comes to the naughty/nice ranking Santa's innate ability has, the basic premise is simple enough in my opinion. Only Zenon himself would probably compare to this Stan, but Santa's power only works on living beings so I can't confirm that.
Speaking of...
"I reprogrammed your reprogrammed gingerbot back at the Dark Angel's fortress so he can actually do some good for people, Dovahkiin. Not everyone is stupid enough to fall for Red's bluffs, dude. There's no way she would throw away someone like you to get Nagitana, as good of an agent and warrior as she was."
"You. Did. WHAT?!?" Killing intent flows out of me like an unending tidal wave and many of the patrollers start to shake and gulp at my sheer rage, but Stan's expression doesn't change one bit.
'Santa's powers call this guy pure?!'
(("Perhaps Zenon's new nature after being freed from Tenorman wasn't detected by- Warning: Separate Trapper Keeper attempting takeover. Repelling... Repelling.")) Separate Trapper Keeper? Don't tell me...
Is this the guy who repelled T.K's hacker attempt and sent the wannabe ninja after me in the first place?
"Wow, you even evolved yours with the Diamond of Pantheos! It took me ages to think of trying that! Oh yeah, I have one of these too." His left arm and glove then start transforming into a mess of wires that return to how they were after a few seconds.
"When the hell did you do that?!"
"It's kind of funny how even the smallest decision can dictate where life takes us, isn't it? Going back to that magical diamond, Streisand using it and Robert Smith and those other guys fighting to stop her made me and the rest of my friends want to be like that too; heroes who save the day."
'Wait, does that mean that they came up with their superhero alter egos all the way back in Season 1?! Holy shit, if they actually took the hero stuff seriously that early on...'
"Wait, so if you guys became Coon and Friends or Freedom Pals or whatever so early on, how did you get Trapper Keeper?"
"When that Bill Cosby robot guy came back from the future to destroy it, Cartman or 'The Coon' killed him after he tried to destroy his second one and fought Kyle, Kenny, and I for it. We ended up winning and I decided to try reprogramming it to do some good, which I ended up succeeding in."
Damn, that was pretty clever on his part. And with how fast Trapper Keeper can grow along with how many years Stan had it for and how much crazy shit normally happens in South Park...
"The Freedom Pals in my world brought about world peace or at least are pretty damn close to it and we were all invited to join the Time Patrol to help other worlds with that."
"So what, you're basically the Justice League or something?"
"Something like that. But this isn't about me, is it? That kind of power can't be left alone to the user's own devices, especially if they're going around, fucking up timelines with no end in sight.
That's why we're gonna stop you and Rebecca for good. I'm Toolshed, a member of the Exalted Agents, 5th highest ranked Time Patroller, and the one who will end you Time Terrors once and for all!"
"...So that's it, huh? You're not pure; you're just fucking NAIVE!!!"
I can't help but shake in rage at this Stan's declaration. This world isn't so fucking black and white, Marsh!
This idiot probably believes every Time Patrol agent to be a personification of all that is good and pure, filled with kindness and benevolence, who make it their lives' work to make peace and friendship with whoever they come across.
I don't even need Santa's power to know that this claim is complete and utter bullshit.
The ground begins to shake and my eyes start to glow purple as I respond, "All I wanted was to save my fucking timeline, but you assholes just kept getting in my way, seeking out conflict to enforce your control. It's why I was forced to team up with the Dark Angel to begin with; you fuckers left me no other choice.
The truth is I stopped being a pure-hearted hero of justice a long time ago; desperation will do that to a guy. But that doesn't mean I stopped giving a shit about everyone and everything around me. I still have people I want to protect too, and anyone who tries to hurt what little I have left... IS GONNA FUCKING PAY!!!"
After powering up to my max, I summon dozens of bone hands to launch everything from flames to chains to berries and milk at the wall of patrollers while summoning my scepter and using it to rain blasts everywhere in sight.
I then use this chance to turn around and send T.K. towards Zenon with the hope of getting him back in control, but my now least favorite version of Toolshed suddenly teleports over and creates a forcefield around him and Zenon which my wires can't get through.
At least the other patrollers are having a harder time right now.
"AAAHHHHH, FUCK!"
"WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS MISSION?"
"WHY IS MY OWN GUN TRYING TO KILL ME?!?"
(("I was able to hack into every piece of tech in the room besides our new least favorite version of Toolshed and Zenon who the former is directly guarding/controlling."))
'So practically everything in the room that's electronic is going Skynet on these guys?'
(("Yes. You're welcome."))
I try teleporting in the shield Stan made while his entourage is going to shit, but I'm stopped and electrocuted on its edge instead.
"That won't work. Stopping time won't do jack either."
"Does that include saving your fodder, Toolshit?" I quip back and he scowls while taking a quick look around the room we're in.
"MY WEAPON IS HAUNTED!!!"
"SHIT!"
"What now?!"
"THE LIGHTS ON THE CEILING; THEY'RE FLICKERING IN BINARY! THIS PLACE REALLY IS HAUNTED!"
"Huh? What are they saying?"
"IT'S LITERALLY JUST AN ENDLESS REPEAT OF, AND I QUOTE, 'DIE! DIE!' DIE!'."
'Nice touch, T.K.'
(("Thank you. Now let's focus on our main targets.")) I do so and see Patroller Stan rolling his eyes while letting out an annoyed huff.
"I was hoping for a quick surrender and no bloodshed, but if a fight is what you want, then fucking fine." A time portal then appears below me which I fall through and land in what seems to be... a random grass plain.
Did he pick this place to timehop to via an RNG or something?
'Fuck. Well, at least now I won't be in the splash zone for the metaphorically vomited rainbows that asshole spews every time he opens his mouth.'
Another one opens up a few dozen feet away which my new least favorite Stan Marsh walks out of.
'Never mind. Also-'
"No need to worry about collateral here, this is one of the worlds the Time Patrol has terraformed for training purposes." Also...
"WHERE! IS! ZENON?!"
"He's fine; more fine than he ever was with you. He's going to be used for helping people now if that makes you feel any better and all those upgrades you gave him along with the ones we'll supply him with will help him achieve that.
It's a shame he deleted most of his memories before my Trapper Keeper could finish overriding him though. He could have been a much bigger help that way if his knowledge was kept intact."
'He deleted his own memories? Was he trying to protect my secrets? Oh my god, Zenon, I'm so sorry!' I nearly break down after getting my answer, but I bounce back more determined than ever.
I WON'T have a repeat of that day! The day I was forced to run from my home!
'I'll find a way to fix you, I swear! T.K, focus everything you have on defense and make sure we don't get compromised again while I take this fucker down as fast as I can.'
(("Understood."))
'Right. Let's box him in and then SMASH HIS FUCKING TEETH IN!!! Ghastly Grasp x Power Bind x Milky Discharge!'
I use the same combo I did on that incubus in hell during Tenorman's Revenge to try and box him in, but giant drills from his TFBW 'Spiral Power' attack shatter the web in seconds. One nearly gets me too, but I jump out of the way in time.
'A modified Spiral Power? He must have the rest of his Toolshed arsenal from TFBW too. Better watch out for Full Bore. Or better yet...' I waste no time and use both my time core and timefart to stop time to kill him before he even knows what hit him.
Those time particles from Tenorman's Revenge actually could be used to help upgrade my control over time via time farts, but it took tons of those things to even make a fraction of a difference. Luckily for me, I got tons and more throughout my journey there thanks to T.K.
And yet, despite the same trick working to finish off Nagitana, I'm the one who gets knocked away in an instant.
"What?! How?"
"You didn't think that all Time Patrollers use the same time core, right? Higher ranking members and Exalted Agents get higher quality time cores and as a top Exalted myself, plus Trapper Keeper to help upgrade mine with whatever technology I can find, I probably have the greatest grasp on time in the entire multiverse!"
Morgan Freeman's POV:
*sneezes*
Hmm, the old taco shop in this reality seems to be getting a bit stuffy. I suppose I should get one of those air purifiers sometime soon.
...Are you done stalking me yet? Dovah's the one in some deep shit right now. Yes, I can see you readers because I'm Morgan Freeman.
Dovah's POV:
As I get back up from the time attack, Toolshed suddenly sprouts over a dozen different giant tools out of his back from wrenches to screwdrivers to drills to shit I don't even know the same of, and-
(("Those are called-")) Hold that thought! He's sending them flying at me like he's fucking Magneto or something. Great, a heavily modified 'Drillslinger' attack.
I knock them all away with my scepter and charge back in, but get blindsided by multiple of the tools I just knocked away before I can reach him.
'Of course the fucking tools are homing.' I mentally grumble before summoning more bone hands to hold them in place and throwing my scepter at the gadgeteer like a javelin.
He then catches it, making the same mistake as all the others. He even starts to have his Trapper Keeper surround and try to absorb it, but he's in for a nasty surprise as that plan literally blows up in his face.
'Now's my chance!'
I waste no time and immediately teleport behind him with a classic purple energy saber coming out from my hand. Of course, he sees this coming from a mile away and, after turning around to face my now panicked face, proceeds to knock my hand away and stab one of his modified drills right into my gut.
That's what would have happened if I didn't use Time Glitch at that instant to cancel his attack and leave him wide open for real.
The energy blade coming through my hand goes right through his head and I immediately finish the job, blasting the gadgeteer to bits. I am not risking having T.K. absorb him as his own T.K. may take over mine.
I then drop down to the ground, panting for air (despite not even needing it anymore, it's a reflex I haven't curved yet) and look around cautiously. Glitch may basically be a cheat ability, but that felt way too easy, especially for one of the Time Patrollers top agents that supposedly dwarfs even Nagitana.
Sure enough, the ground starts to rumble and a giant golden drill resembling Toolshed's Full Bore erupts from the ground, sending me flying back a few dozen feet. I end up doing a cartwheel on the ground to stop the little momentum I had left and look over to the hole where the giant drill once was as another Toolshed crawls out of it.
"So you took out one of my copies, I'm impressed. Your arsenal of tools is fucking gigantic dude, but it still pales in comparison to mine." The new Toolshed gloats as more metal tools begin sprouting from his arms.
As if that wasn't creepy enough, a second Toolshed climbs out of the hole soon after with giant tools also covering his body. Who knew Toolshed could be so fucking terrifying? Reminds me of Creepypasta shit.
T.K. and only T.K. picks up on a third Toolshed slowly approaching from behind me since these guys aren't giving off even a sliver of energy I can sense now. Fucking lovely. I guess I'll have to rely on T.K's radar and other methods the A.I. has for tracking these fuckers for now.
"Ready for round 2?" The one behind me asks.
"Damn, I'm outnumbered and outmatched, so I've obviously lost this fight." I dramatically lament which causes the Toolsheds to pause.
(("Uhhh-"))
'Just trust me on this, T.K. I've seen this trope work plenty of times before.'
"You wish to surrender to us?" One of the Toolsheds asks and I nod.
"Yeah. But before you finish me off, how about you tell me everything about you and your organization?"
"...Ummmmm, no."
(("Seriously?"))
"You sure? I mean, if there really isn't anything important to say..."
"Dude, has there actually been anyone fucking stupid enough to fall for that?" Another Toolshed asks.
"I mean... with how smart adults here tend to be." I mutter before the Toolshed behind me leaps over and slams his fist into the spot I just moved from, summoning several giant drills from the ground all around him in the process.
"Fucking rude!" I cry out, but the Toolsheds clearly don't give a shit.
I then land behind him and dodge a few strikes before knocking him away and blocking another Toolshed that nearly drilled me into bloody pieces. I grab his weapon and spin around to slam the side of my fist into his head with a [Dragon Force Punch x Royal Fisting] combo, making him fly back.
Toolshed #3 manages to catch me off guard though and punches me in the back with the assortment of tools sticking out from his fist and sends me into another one that kicks me into the air.
The third one then teleports next to me and swings me around by the leg before trying to slam me into another giant Full Bore drill that just popped out from the ground. I flip him around using my foot with some help from T.K. and the Toolshed gets torn into bloody pieces from the drill.
A volley of tools end up slamming me into the ground and I try to use my multiple telekinesis powers to stop them, but it doesn't work and I then get blasted away by a Toolshed towards the other remaining Toolshed who impales me with several giant tools.
T.K. is able to heal the damage after I use a [Ghastly Grasp x Milky Discharge] to remotely knock him away and slow him down, but I get grabbed by the other one and flung into the now shut off giant drill. One of the Toolsheds then slams his feet onto my face as I try to get up from the side of the drill dozens of feet in the air.
He then tries to back up, but I'm fucking done with these stupid combos.
I grab the gadgeteer's foot and slam him onto the side of the drill, denting the thing. I then punch him in the face, combining my Netherborn, Satanic, and Chi energy after he does a backwards summersault to get back up.
The Toolshed slams into the ground with me landing right after and I call my scepter to me as he tries to recover. By the time he does, his head is sliced diagonally in two by Dragonsbane.
I don't even notice the purple rings forming around my pupils or the extra power that comes with it as I destroy the clone. Looks like Nagitana had one last gift for me, that genetic mutation of hers that feeds off of rage, and ohhhhh boy, do I have a lot of rage bubbling up in me right now.
The final Toolshed slams his fist into the ground and dozens of giant tools erupt from the ground in front of him. The path of sprouting tools ends up circling around me and a time portal appears right behind me which my remaining enemy punches me into.
The portal takes us to... where the actual fuck is this?
(("This... could it be?")) Even T.K. seems to panic as the ground trembles and dozens of giant golden drills erupt from all over what seems to be a flat desert landscape.
'Where are we, T.K?'
(("From the looks of it... his own version of P.T.K."))
This revelation freezes me in place, and the original chooses then to make his move.
Exalted Agent Toolshed's POV:
'He's growing stronger as he fights, combining various powers in ways that even I never considered after all these years.' I reflect as Trapper Keeper provides me with the list of abilities this Dovahkiin seems to have obtained.
'Nagitana... I'm sorry for sending you against such a monster. All those scouts too; they're probably long gone, their flesh and blood becoming a part of him, and I don't even want to imagine how many others have fallen victim to him so far.'
This guy really is dangerous. He fights like a seasoned expert and seems to have gotten countless powers from the various victims of his absorption. My own copies aren't enough, so I guess I'll just have to take him on myself. I got all the data I needed anyway.
And he's on my world now. There's no escape for him, and when it comes to Trapper Keepers, he's still just an amateur.
Even so, a sentient, aware host for one of those things is far more dangerous than a mindless rampaging monster; especially an entity with abnormal adaptability and a knack for constantly improving like Dovahkiin.
'When it comes to improving organic flesh, there will always be a limit, but the solution to surpassing the limits of your strength isn't to take the strength of others! Magic, technology, and many other methods could've been implemented, but you chose the merciless shortcut instead.
All the people you've absorbed, all the victims you've slain, I'll avenge every single one!'
I leap off the giant drill I was observing from and crash into the final copy in my mechanical Praetorian Guard. A massive yellow beam of light erupts around myself as my copy is smashed into pieces.
The Dovahkiin gets pushed back a little by the shockwave of energy before looking up to see me standing there, surrounding the parts of my final clone that flicker in and out of this dimension.
I'm quite different from the clones I made and he seems to realize that as he stares at the dark blue glasses replacing my old yellow glasses, with my light blue eyes behind them piercing into his dark purple pupils.
The color palette of my outfit is black and light blue and the heavy cloak behind me has similar colors with the glowing light blue streams throughout being my own nanotech derived from the sentient human-looking ads, ready to form into any and all tools I require in a moment's notice. That along with the belt filled with my personally modified weapons and other constructs let me always have the right tools for the job.
The world around me glitches and distorts into bits of data and binary as I stare into the eyes of this Fallen Dragonborn. All the time I've spent and the absorptions of tech and artificial intelligence I've done in the Digital Domain caused me to become like this; a fusion containing the best of both worlds.
I suppose that little unexpected adventure (kidnapping) was a blessing in disguise.
(A/N: 'Digital Domain' is the place/realm/dimension Stan is sucked into by Facebook in Season 14 Episode 4 "You Have 0 Friends". This Stan went through it too, only with events branching off from the canon episode instead of sticking to it after he gets sent there.)
If not controlled, spending too long in a timeline could cause both of that timeline's dimensions to collide into each other, resulting in a mix of flesh and data that could cause the end to all, but I've long since fixed that issue.
"Come." I command, and after a few seconds of being frozen in fear, the monstrous Dovahkiin obliges.
Dragon Force Punch. Royal Fisting. I can absorb these 'chi' attacks easily enough.
Ghastly Grasp. Dark Whisper. Soul Slash. Grim Fate, and even a level beyond it. All these Netherborn attacks have reliable counters.
Same with his Satanic powers whether they're basic ones like Pentakill, Wall of Hellfire, Power Bind, and so on or the Demon Child class ones like Bewitched Beckoning, Life Hack, Hands of the Hoar, and so on.
This also goes for whatever other abilities he's stolen.
But complex counters won't be necessary. The gap in strength and experience alone is more than enough.
Chains, spikes, small meteors, Zarganor milk, berries, and an assortment of other powers are stacked on top of his arm. He kinda reminds me of All For One with this combo attack of his.
Too bad it's pointless in the end. There's a reason why the villains never win in the end.
'If it really is a team effort, then I'll aim for the brain first.'
He charges at me and throws his amalgamation punch which, with the multiple reflector shields, armaments, and energy absorption devices the nanotech on me automatically forms upon contact, let's me effortlessly block the blow with my right hand, not even moving back an inch in the process as multiple circular shockwaves of purple energy emit from the punch.
Any debuffs are automatically expelled, any energy not released in the initial shockwaves is absorbed, and any flames emitted are extinguished. In fact, the recoil caused by my shields causes his attack to do more damage to him then it does for me.
My left arm then begins to shift and mutate through a combination of my Trapper Keeper and nanotech, forming into a giant claw with spikes and sharp tools sprouting throughout the back of it as I firmly grasp my right hand on Dovahkiin's construct. His super-arm then shatters, much to his shock, and I use this chance to pull the rest of him towards me before using the spiked back of my claw to slash him away, nearly cutting him in two in the process.
He collides into one of the giant golden drills which tears him up even more, but he's able to escape at the last second. Several bone hands barely boost him out from one of the 'Ultimates' I have scattered around the battlefield and into my grasp.
(("Alert: Time Bomb detected."))
'Oh, that sneaky little shit.' Looks like he had one of the pieces flung off of him form into a Time Bomb to trigger a total reset. Even my time core would have lots of trouble countering that instant effect, but that's only if it manages to go off.
'So that's his plan. Trapper Keeper, disarm it.'
(("Understood."))
His neck snaps from the force of my grasp and I fling him into the air as he attempts to heal. I then rocket towards him and deliver a devastating punch to his head, caving in his skull as shockwaves of blue energy erupt from the blow.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
'Their synergy should be broken now that Dovahkiin's down for the count. Now lets see if his own Trapper Keeper takes over.'
I've had my own Trapper Keeper for decades at this point; I know how difficult resisting the urge to absorb everything in sight can be, even after all the modifications I've done to my own over the years.
Most end up like Cartman was supposed to in 'base' timelines, nothing but a vessel for the genocidal A.I. to inhabit as it devours the world. This Dovahkiin actually seemed to be consciously controlling it somewhat, but he still went throughout space and time, absorbing everything in sight for his own goals.
Even if he had good intentions, the sheer power and potential of Trapper Keeper could easily corrupt those. Or perhaps his own motives were truly selfish to begin with. There isn't much that warrants the killing and absorption of so many after all.
Nevertheless, despite the minimum amount of absorptions I've done over the years (and most of those were just pieces of technology to begin with), my own power still greatly eclipses his, as does my experience.
I stab the end of my claw arm into his leg before he's sent flying and throw him into several more of my 'Full Bore' drills which he makes body sized holes in as he crashes through them, getting more torn up in the process. He finally sticks to one and I brace myself for the bloodbath, but nothing happens.
Why did the drill just stop?
(("Alert: Hostile Trapper Keeper is attempting to take control."))
"NOT... DONE... YET!!!"
'He's still conscious?! Or is that his Trapper Keeper talking?' I question with a look of slight surprise forming on my face. Right, almost forgot how easily Dovahkiins can adapt to stuff.
That just makes him all the more dangerous. I won't drag this fight on for any longer.
My opponent lifts his head and all the blood running down his face doesn't hide the look of fury he's giving me. The guy then manages to free himself from the giant drill before I can reach him and punches me in the face, shattering my glasses and sending me careening towards the ground.
'That actually stung a bit... and his energy is getting darker. Did the Dark Angel do this?'
(("Expelling hostile takeover... Expelling complete. Further instructions?"))
'He couldn't have recovered that easily. Taking the core down should do the trick.'
Dovahkiin lands soon after with blood gushing down his face and a look of unbridled rage in his eyes as he roars and lunges towards me with a Dragon Reversal attack enhanced by several other abilities like Soul Slash, Pentakill, Royal Fisting, and so on.
That may hurt me a bit, but that's only if the attack lands to begin with.
I do a kick up to get back on my feet and a sideways flip which kicks the charging Dovahkiin away and dissipates the dragon apparition before he can land his follow-up attack on me.
(("Scanning... Core detected. Proceed with shutdown?"))
'Let's end this.'
I then teleport right in front of him as he stops in midair and punch him right in the gut with the impact causing another blue ring of energy to be formed and Dovahkiin to puke out blood and wires.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
The impact sends him flying uncontrollably into the sky and I use technopathy to command a few Full Bore drills to finish crippling him. Dovahkiin uses what little consciousness he has left to try and dodge the wave of 'Ultimates', but it isn't long before an arm is torn to pieces. Then a leg.
That should do it.
This guy is good, but to attack me on my own personal planet you need a certain brand of stupid.
I call the drills off and he falls towards the ground and I teleport down there before raising my claw arm up, impaling him in the stomach when he lands.
I raise my claw up even higher and stare up at Dovahkiin as I command my Trapper Keeper to finish the job.
"*cough* Best out of 3?"
"No thanks, I don't have any more time to play with you. I shut off your Time Bomb by the way."
"...Fu-ACK you!"
"*sigh* I hope you enjoyed your little joyride across the multiverse, Dovahkiin, but you've finally run out of gas. Game. Over."
Metal wires from my own Trapper Keeper then come out of his back and remaining arm, beginning to shut him and his A.I. down, and he seems to have a look of sadness and guilt in his eyes before he passes out.
He was a formidable foe, but there will always be stronger guys out-
(("Error! Error!")) -there?
"Y-Yeah, game over. Plan C, Toolshit."
Fun fact about the human body, it's made up of around 60% water. Even with my body getting vastly modified over the years, a large portion of it still requires liquid to function correctly.
Dovahkiin knew that. He also apparently has hydrokinesis. And telekinesis. And the unshackled self-evolving A.I. known as Trapper Keeper that's nearly as advanced as mine.
To say my body was falling apart would be putting it very lightly.
Don't get me wrong, his was too. He was barely holding on to begin with, but with me being so close to him, my Trapper Keeper being so close to his, and my guard being down, he was able to enact what I'm guessing was his last last ditch effort plan after the Time Bomb idea failed.
Plan C, huh? A better name would've been Plan G for Gore because holy shit, did things get gorey. Thank fuck I can't feel pain anymore because it would've been fucking agonizing for me if I could.
"TRAPPER KEEPER, SHUT HIS OFF! SHUT IT OFF!!!"
"Nooooope. If you're gonna be petty bitches and hunt me down because you felt like it, then I'm gonna be an even bigger petty bitch." He deliriously responds, not caring that his Trapper Keeper (y'know, the thing that's running his body and keeping him alive right now) is committing the electronic equivalent of a suicide just to try and take me down too.
I'm able to knock him out after that despite the hand I used practically melting at that moment and it takes a few more minutes to stop his own Trapper Keeper from doing any more damage.
I end up looking like I just got shoved through a meat grinder when it's over, but I did it.
'Holy fuck, that was close. Didn't this guy start time traveling like, a few months ago? How the actual hell did he get all these abilities so quickly? Not to mention mastering them all to this extent.
It's one thing to go around spacetime collecting superpowers like they're trading cards, but it's like this guy had a shopping list of shit he wanted to get as well as where he could get them. The amount of knowledge he seems to have is... concerning.
No wonder the Dark Angel had so much faith in him; he could've become incredibly dangerous if he kept on growing.' I can't help but ponder as my body finishes fixing itself.
I then stand over his unconscious body and... should I even allow this guy to live? With how dangerous that Trapper Keeper could become, he could- no. He isn't a threat anymore. The prison at headquarters can hold him.
Heroes shouldn't kill unless absolutely necessary. It's another reason why I hardly ever use my own Trapper Keeper to absorb living beings despite having it for so long, I don't want to become an out of control monster like he was.
He'll be locked up and he won't be able to hurt anyone else. That's enough.
"Trapper Keeper, get in contact with headquarters. We need a Time Terror cell ready to go; this guy earned it."
(("Understood."))
Looks like he really is the 'Fallen Dragonborn' as the Dark Angel's nickname implies. Sorry dude, but you can't expect to get away with doing shit like this. Karma's gonna kick your ass eventually.