Exalted Agent - Toolshed's POV:
"And you? We both know you're just gonna break apart and lose. Machines can't go beyond their limit. Well, one can, but you still refuse to properly utilize it."
The last thing the world needs right now is two of him running around.
Besides, I shouldn't rely too much on that and the rest of my tech anyway. I know that if I lose my tools, I lose my power. I already learned that lesson throughout my life.
"And that's a bad thing because?"
*BOOOOOOOOM*
I take this chance to rocket back up and punch him in the face, but he doesn't even flinch.
"Your 'Super Best Friend' hit me hundreds of times harder, and look where he ended up." He reminds me before blasting me with another massive combination of powers.
"And yet I've lasted a lot longer than he has! You done with the bullshit excuses yet?" I laugh despite the pain coursing through me.
"Hot Swap!" I then cry out with Dovah and I switching places right after via Tupperware's ability, making him get hit by his own attack.
He disperses it in less then a second, but- "Blocked!" A shield blocks the blow and several flashes of light from Call Girl's ability block his sight.
I then use a combination of Mysterion's Demonic Fury, Call Girl's Selfie-Stick Strike, and The Coon's Coon Claws to wail on Dovah with punches, slashes, and strikes.
I won't run away from this. Not this time!
Back then, when I first became a superhero, I wanted to make the world a place where everyone could live with a smile on their faces.
I watched my town get wrecked time and time again. Mutant genetic creatures, zombies, Thanksgiving turkeys, kaiju-sized mecha celebrities, and more. All those events happened within weeks of each other, and while my friends and I were able to help stop them, the damage was done.
Eventually, people will build new houses and things will go back to the way they were. Except they won't! They didn't!
The people in my town were going to forever live in fear! Darkness would forever lurk in their hearts, never giving them peace!
That's why my friends and I decided to become heroes after Mecha-Streisand attacked. Everyone could only protect themselves, or the people they loved at most. My friends and I could do more than that; we did more than that!
'That's why...'
"Tupper Tornado!"
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
My combo gets cut off as Dovah uses one of Tolkien's attacks to send me flying through more buildings.
"Once again, I find myself mirroring All For One. Look at you, wearing that power armor and facing me with your own spin on the abilities of so many young heroes. Your third and final fight with me is just like All Might's third and final fight with that demon lord LARPer!"
"Figures you would *cough* see someone like that as a role model." I deadpan while coughing out blood.
"ROLE MODEL?!?" He gawks at me like I just threw the worst insult in the multiverse at him. "You're joking, right? All For One is an ascended chuunibyou demon lord-wannabe! Refusing to fuck off and taking over the plot from his so-called successor turned host is one thing, but that guy just keeps having one overly-complex failure after another!
No. Despite taking inspiration from him time and time again, I don't admire that bastard son of a potato and a potato peeler. I admire the concept of him. A perfect, monolithic master. An all-encompassing pillar! A titan of a bygone era where singular titans could exist in the first place!
A person who can give and take the very thing that makes superheroes and supervillains so special and unique like fucking candy... a person who's potential is truly limitless as long as they can get their fucking act together... that's the kind of person I wanted to become.
And well... take a look at what I am now. Wall of Hellfire, Pyroclasm, Chaos Blast, Nocturnal Eruption, Flavor Burst, Soul Slash, Pentakill, Netherborn, Satanic, and Holy flames, Milky Discharge, Berry Blast, Single-Origin Overdose, Dark Whisper, Unholy Combustion, Dragon Dance, Psychic Scream, Nagasaki, Hands of the Hoar, Dragon Reversal, Wrath of Kite, Dragon Force Punch, Dark Whisper, Power Bind-"
Dozens- no, hundreds of different abilities are all merged into one.
"Unlike ol' potato-face, I'm not on a timer right now..."
If he fires that attack...
"Unlike him, I already stole the one power that's strong enough to destroy me despite having all others!"
(("Dovahkiin..."))
Trapper Keeper? Wait... Dovahkiin.
That's it!
TimeFart Glitch!
"Divine Decim- huh?" He sputters as his attack is undone and I charge at him, ready to- wait, why's my arm moving?
(("Trapper Keeper ready to absorb... DOVAHKIIN!"))
'What? Trapper Keeper, stop! Damnit, I'm already losing control of it!'
"You're trying to absorb ME?! Oh, that is MY shtick, you hack!" Dovah complains as flesh and wires from me encompass him.
But they disintegrate the moment they touch him.
Not only that, but they quickly spread to the rest of my body.
'I said STOP!!!' I mentally scream while blasting most of my arm off right before the flames get past it.
"Such disharmony... and I was actually afraid of you back then. Who would've guessed you would turn out to be so pathetic?"
"And giving into Trapper Keeper's genocidal urges is better?!" I growl while wrestling control back from my A.I.
(("Nega- Ne- Error. Trap- Trapper Keeper requesting to-"))
'Manual Override Code: SunValley! Don't do a single fucking thing until explicitly ordered to by me, got it?!'
(("Manual Override ac-accepted.")) That should keep it in check for now.
"You really think I just go around slaughtering everyone I look at? Not only is that stupid, it's just plain inefficient. We found better ways to increase in power, and right now, my Trapper Keeper and I are laughing our asses off as your Trapper Keeper and you tear each other apart.
You bonded with it physically, yeah, but you did your best to avoid bonding with it mentally. And that right there is what's gonna cost you everything!" He laughs after I finally suppressed the A.I. in me again.
"Heh, if anything, you're the one with the time limit right now! Let's have some more fun while we still can, Toolshed!"
If he insists...
'You know what to do, swarm. Clyde, if I somehow make it out of this, I owe you one.'
"All that bravado earlier just to tear yourself apart. Do I even need to attack you at this point?"
Keep mocking me while you can, Dovah.
We're both in between a few rows of buildings at this point with Dovah soon stretching his fingers out, piercing through the metal on either side of him.
"Nah, maybe I'll just help out your Trapper Keeper instead. I'm basically a Trapper Keeper Whisperer after all... shut up, T.K." He grumbles before the radars in my head blare and I barely avoid dozens upon dozens of sharp, flaming tendrils of flesh that come out of the walls all over this tight alleyway.
The countless flaming bone hands that grow all over said tendrils make getting through this alley go from unlikely to flat-out impossible.
'Fuck, I gotta go upwards!' I panic and soar out of the cramped deathtrap, only to-
*ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR*
Only to come face to face with several massive waves of flesh with chains, flames, meteors, bones, and the demented faces of fucking dragons on them.
"Arm-Ageddon x Vampiric Dragon's Maw! I'll call this combined Ultimate... Dragogeddon!"
'SHIT! DOWNWARDS, NOW!!!' I mentally scream with my A.I. luckily listening to my commands again and creating thrusters to force me back down with before I'm swallowed whole.
Unfortunately, the fucking things follow me back down and slam through every building in their path with me just barely staying ahead of them.
"Running away already? Come on, even that's nothing much for me! What happened to all your mocking and laughing?" Dovah taunts with most of his arms already turned into a wave of dark tendrils piloting those fucking things.
"Did you really think those children's powers would protect you?! I have all of those abilities too and so much more!"
From the buildings all around me collapsing to all the projectiles those monstrous constructs are starting to spit out, my body is getting hit way more than I had hoped for.
But I'm almost there...
"I was the one in your world last time, but now?" He then chuckled, manipulating the planet around me.
"This may not be P.T.K, but with my current arsenal, every world can become my world."
Massive metal spikes launch at me from the ground. The air around me concentrates and tries to tear me apart. The world around me becomes another weapon used to crush me.
"This fight is being recorded, by the way. You okay with that?" He lets me know as I desperately run and dodge for my life. "Everyone's watching right now! They weren't able to see their beloved 'Symbol of Freedom' fall from grace, but I suppose you'll be a good enough replacement."
Dovah himself then appears right in front of me with another Arm-Ageddon already charged up and slams me into the ground.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Both my legs are shattered and my friends' healing abilities can't keep up with the constant damage I'm getting, but I still have a smile on my face.
"Heh, you still don't get it at all, do you?" I laugh while spitting out more blood.
"People are flickering beings, Dovah. Even if my light goes out... someone else will take it and keep shining!" I let him know as my own trap springs.
"They illuminate the dark and keep on shining!"
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Those pieces of flesh and armor that got separated from me throughout the fight... some of them were lost on purpose. I used Clyde's 'Pandemic Pestilence' Ultimate to have a horde of bugs go around and gather them up.
Then, with some remote help from Trapper Keeper, they were reassembled into what's basically a combination of the Gadgeteer-class 'Airborne Annihilator' Ultimate and the Cyborg-class 'The Big Guns' Ultimate with that superweapon being supercharged even further by Butters' Chaos Energy and Kyle's Bio Energy, basically adding the 'Hammer of Chaos' and 'Wrath of Kite' Ultimates to this frenzy.
In short, a supercharged version of everything from bullets to missiles to goddamn lasers is slamming into Dovah right now.
I can finally take a breather as Dovah is pushed more and more into the planet below by the combined Ultimate onslaught-
"Is that it?" Or not.
"Fucking how?" I mumble to myself, but he heard me loud and clear.
"THINK ABOUT IT, STAN! Remember your 'Symbol of Freedom' in his prime? Would something so pathetic have killed him?!? COME THE FUCK ON! TRY USING YOUR HEAD INSTEAD OF YOUR TOOLKIT FOR A CHANGE!!!" He roars as an arm emerges from the ground despite the combined Ultimate still firing right at him.
But I'm already long gone by then.
I didn't just bait him into the blast, I also baited him into monologuing like all villains do. This should buy me enough time.
Kenny told me how powerful Kyle was able to get with his sun stunt and just how much his body was able to take.
My body may be damaged a ton, but it can also rapidly heal.
It's also now much stronger than Kyle's was thanks to Trapper Keeper and the Freedom Pals' arsenal of powers backing me up, including Kyle's own.
That combined Ultimate was just a distraction, the monologue too. Plenty of tools have many different smaller parts making them up, working together so those tools can do their jobs.
This was no different, just a lot of little things all coming together to buy me enough time to-
"Good try, but I'll be in your way until the very end, Stan."
...Enough time to fly into a shitload of suns and come back for a Dovah-killing punch.
At least, that was the plan. But a completely unharmed Dovah just teleported right in front of me, right as I was about to reach the first sun on my charted course.
And from the looks of it, he's done holding back.
TimeFart Pause plus my time core at full blast.
"Nope."
I'll teleport to-
"Nope."
I-
"Just. Nope."
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
A single ability-less punch sends me careening back towards the planet we were just on. It also completely shatters my already broken body.
He really has been half-assing it this entire time... just like I did when we first fought.
Both with the copies I built and myself right after. He won that first fight, but I took him down in minutes during our second fight once I came at him myself.
And now... oh, how the tables have fucking turned.
Now his brute strength and experience are more than enough to stop me no matter what abilities I use.
"I told you... tools cannot surpass their limits." I can barely hear him say as he descends down onto the crater I formed upon impact, but the ringing in my head is so loud, I can't even-
(("Except one."))
I can't even fight back against my own A.I, let alone him.
My body explodes into a mess of flesh and wires that latch onto everything around us.
I can feel everything getting pulled in as my body grows... I can hear the screams of people who were close enough to share the same fate.
This is what I was afraid of all these years. This is why I limited my absorption so much.
I didn't want to become the monster those merged with Trapper Keeper were meant to become.
The rapid growth then abruptly stops... and then begins to reverse.
'Trapper Keeper? No, this isn't my A.I, which means...'
Time itself then resumes at the point right before my Trapper Keeper went haywire.
Only this time, the core of said Trapper Keeper is telekinetically torn right out of my chest, and into the hand of Dovah.
"Except. One..." Dovah then mutters before crushing the device in his grasp.
But despite that... despite everything... I still...
"I'm... not dead yet!"
Dovah's POV:
'How the EVERLIVING FUCK is this guy still moving?!?' I can't help but think in absolute disbelief as I see Stan crawling towards me.
His legs and left arm are shattered. He's fucking covered in the blood and broken wires erupting out of his body. He has a giant ass hole in his chest where I literally tore out his Trapper Keeper from. That and all his other special tech is gone (I blew up his stupid laser before stopping him from reenacting Kyle's sun stunt).
So how is he still-
"So COME ON!"
This persistence... It seems that we have more in common than I first thought.
I wasn't lying about this fight being recorded earlier. T.K. is livestreaming the whole thing.
There are probably countless people crying out for Stan, cheering him on to overcome impossible odds and win like the pure-hearted hero he is.
Stan obviously can't hear this. I doubt he can hear anything right now.
But even still...
"I'M STILL KICKING, DOVAH!"
Y'know, this is usually the part of the story where the cavalry arrives. Where all is lost until it isn't and the power of hope and friendship saves the day.
But that's not how it works in reality. If it was, then I wouldn't have been forced to escape my timeline as Butters was burning everything to the ground and slaughtering everyone in sight.
If it was, then the Dark Angel wouldn't have been the one to save me from the patrol. If it was, then Zenon wouldn't have died a brainwashed husk of his former self. If it was, then I would've been able to save more than Karen and Tricia after finally heading back home.
If it was, then I would've never had to go this far in the first place.
And even if that was how the world suddenly worked here and now, well, unfortunately for them, changing the story is my specialty.
Ultimate: Overhaul.
This one is based off of another MHA villain whose superpower is altering matter with a single touch. He could turn the ground around him into spikes or swap a person's arms and legs in an instant before undoing it with another tap of his finger.
With all the manipulation-based abilities in Divine Manipulation at my disposal along with a few enhancers and some extra precision from T.K, altering the world around me only requires a thought, or a touch in this case. I could do it remotely as well, but having physical contact makes the process a bit easier.
And now, a single touch just caused the deaths of 1,482,614 people in this city-sized headquarters.
The entire area warps. Thousands upon thousands of people die as the walls close in on them, crushing them into pulp. Others die merged with the walls or impaled on the spikes. I mainly relied on T.K. here for precision, and with how gruesome absorptions tend to be, I think it's fair to call him an avid sadist.
(("Incorrect. I take no pleasure from absorptions and certainly don't make them longer than necessary. I prefer to be quick and efficient in most cases with the rare exceptions either being an intentional display of power that aligns with our goals or someone with a master's degree in pissing me off. In this case, it's both."))
'At least he's willing to admit it.' I mumble while throwing away the crushed scraps of Stan's Trapper Keeper.
Flames then start to emit from my body as I unleash another Ultimate to deal with any remaining stragglers.
"Prominence..."
Stan attempts to stop me, using a combination of Kyle's wind manipulation and Timmy's telepathy to both lunge at me and redirect by attack towards the sky, but I effortlessly break through it and fire.
"Burn."
The warped, mangled city then becomes a warped, mangled, burning city.
And just in case there are still people who want to try and stop this.
'T.K, have the Lotgral and their armies form a perimeter around us and slaughter anyone else stupid enough to try and cross it.'
(("Got it."))
To borrow a quote from a random victim of this attack, "It's like every nightmare I've ever had fused into one, cloned itself, fucked the clone and THEN MADE THOSE!!!"
Each individual Lotgral is now powerful enough to take on the entire pantheon of lesser South Park gods, so Satan, the Christian Chimera God, Cthulhu, Shub, and so on.
With the city a burning mess and dozens of Lotgral preventing entry, only Morgan Freeman himself can stop what's about to happen.
And if a certain taco store owner does decide to show up and initiate the 'We Three Freemans' Danger Deck fight from TFBW to spite me, well, I'll just switch from Plan Maximum to Plan Minimum. Either way, Stan Marsh dies here and now.
I don't intend to get caught off guard by him again.
"So, what do you think?" I ask while activating Overhaul again, forcefully sending us both up into the air as part of the city around us turns into a warped, twisted skyscraper full of mutilated corpses for the world to see.
The rest of the city isn't much better off.
(("Now this is a battle arena truly worthy of the drama queen/demon lord you just love to be."))
'Like you aren't having fun during our moment of triumph, binder.' I retort before turning back to what's left of the hero crawling towards me.
"Was that overkill? Or just the right amount of kill?" I morbidly chuckle. "Take a good look at the view all around us. This world is burning, the patrol is dying, and we're the only ones left standing on the remains of your citadel. It's only me and you, Stan. So tell me, who is gonna save you now?"
"Nobody. Just like I intended, you wannabe Infinite." He snarks despite getting hit with a bit of my last two Ultimates on top of everything else.
Oh, I suppose my latest line did resemble that Sonic Forces song a good bit. Maybe I'll have that background music play over my own recording of this battle...
(("Focus, please.")) Alright, jeez.
But getting back on track, he intended for nobody to rush to the rescue?
"Well, not gonna lie; I was talking outta pocket when we met on your pet planet. Didn't know you'd actually be part of my big bad plan, 'cause frankly, I didn't have one! But that's destiny for ya, huh?!"
"Yeah, I guess so. Now FACE ME, DOVAH! ONE! LAST! TIME!"
Even now, he still thinks he has a monopoly on the deadliest villain of all.
(("I think I figured it out.")) T.K. tells me after Stan's declaration.
(("He wants you to focus on him, but not for the same reason All Might wanted All For One to focus on him during their third fight. Instead, Stan doesn't want your attention to go towards his timeline and everyone in it. He's probably worried that you'll go over and destroy his world out of spite, so he wants you to focus solely on him and move on once you're done killing him."))
Oh. I can honestly see myself doing the same thing if I were in his shoes.
So discerning...
"Fine, Stanley. I'll be your villain."
Honestly, I intended to do to his best friend what he did to mine, but you know what? I don't even care anymore.
His version of Kyle already almost killed himself, giving me a good show.
His own P.T.K. is gone and he's finally used all his tricks.
He's at his lowest point, and honestly, he was a lot of fun to fight.
"Wounded heroes are always the scariest; I know that all too well. But now, you can't move a single muscle." I comment while restraining what's left of him with a bit of telekinesis.
I then use it to drag his burnt, bloodied, mangled, broken body up so he's at eye level with me. Oh, how the tables have turned since our last battle. But unlike back then, he has no Trapper Keeper to do the same suicidal last resort I did. Not anymore.
He knows that. He knows he's truly done for now, that he's all out of tricks to use and cards to play, but he doesn't break contact or show any fear despite knowing this is the end.
Instead, he has this to say.
"Go ahead; uproot every city block, Dovah. Tear down every tower and institution you deem an insult to life, but the moment you crush a single one of those lives in the process... nothing will ever grow in its place."
I raise my burning hand up at this and create a wave of flames before T.K. focuses the livestream back on the carnage going on elsewhere.
I don't want anyone else hearing what I'm about to say.
"I know, Stan." I tell him with my voice returning back to normal.
"If I absorbed everything... If I took it all with me, I wouldn't just wipe away the problems; I'd be hoarding all the solutions too. That's why I will entrust my power to those who still have the strength to make a better world for people like you, and people like me.
I'd be lying if I said you were the one who mainly caused this change, but you certainly played a part in my story. Everyone did, but now, my story is coming to an end, as is yours, but you can die knowing you got the change you so desperately wanted.
Goodbye, Stanley."
I then finished the job, but he kept that genuine smile up until his last breath.
Good for him.
'Zenon, you've finally been avenged. Rest in peace, my friend.'
From that point on, the battle was doomed to devolve into chaos.
The entire world and far beyond witnessed the hero's last stand and the failure that followed.
The plot wasn't going to save him now... not from an opponent like me.
You know what the nicest thing about being isekai'd is? It's the change of perspective. You don't even have to know about the world you were sent to like I did to get a massive leg up on the natives.
That's because most people know about the concept of fantasy worlds in general, if not how isekais in particular work. Not only that, but you have an entire other reality that you can reference in your choices, actions, and knowledge, unlike the natives.
The latter may not help much in the reality of South Park considering most timelines are a mirror to my original world from historical events to governments and positions of power to celebrities and trends, but in most other worlds, that isn't an issue.
Most isekai protagonists out there tend to have a good idea of the kind of world they get dropped into. Not only that, but their previous experiences in their old world allows them to come up with solutions and methods to problems that the people in these new worlds couldn't ever think of.
But isn't the opposite true as well? Wouldn't natives to this new world naturally know more about it then any transmigrators that appear? Yes, but it's nothing the transmigrators can't learn themselves, which most often do rather quickly. The same can't be said for the natives learning more about the transmigrators' world.
In short, even if I were to exclude my knowledge about this world that I got from my own, I would always have a massive advantage when compared to these guys, even with the plot protecting them.
Maybe if the Dovahkiin in me chose now to enact his betrayal, he and Stan could've won.
Maybe if Young Freeman returned and tag-teamed me with Stan, they could've won.
And don't even get me started on the possibility of all three coming at me together.
But that was never gonna happen. I made sure it would never play out like that.
Even after my ascension, I know that I'm not quite invincible yet. There are still beings out there who can threaten me.
But here? No, this wasn't a fight.
This was a harvest.
Tens of thousands of Time Patrollers and billions of their supporters became fuel for myself and my armies. They were just another stepping stone that helped us grow even further.
Don't get me wrong, evil may have won today, but good will eventually triumph. That's how my story will go.
But for now, darkness will descend on the multiverse and the Dark Angel will piss a whole lot of people off.
I don't need to be present for that, only give her the occasional nudge. I already cemented myself as a fucking boogeyman across spacetime.
Now I can focus on myself and my sisters. I can grow stronger while helping them prepare for their own hero's journey... and have plenty of fun in the process, obviously.
That's the main reason I let future Cartman go, a decision my old self along with most other people would probably call idiotic at best. If I'm ever going to reach true godhood, I'm gonna need to take a few risks. What I'm doing now isn't enough, I need something more to fuel my true ascension.
Playing the equivalent of 5-D chess with Cartman should also be a nice way to pass the time as this multiversal play runs while letting me improve my own skills even further. Him still being in the game should bring some interesting twists and turns eventually.
(("Warning: Unnecessary monologues affecting efficiency by 62.8%.")) That statistic is bullshit and we both know it, T.K. I've got the situation handled; now let me monologue!
Ugh, the point is that I don't want to get bored and complacent once I'm no longer needed to help fix this fucked-up world. That and I want to have some more fun.
Maybe this gamble will fail and end up screwing me over, but my sisters will be more than ready by then.
Now then, what to do...
Should I begin coming up with a new list of stuff from canon to absorb? Or maybe start up another training session with Karen and Tricia?
Or maybe... maybe I should check in on someone else.
Someone who's destiny I intended to change for the better.
Someone who hopefully got the happy ending that I never did.
"T.K, set a course for the branch in my timeline I created. It's about time I checked up on my past self."