In the aftermath, a few avengers show up, well... transformed advengers, actors who became there roles, Specifically Cap, Thor, Doctor Strange, and Bruce. Along with a few master mages, and technitions to record all data. The advengers don't have there equipment. Doctor strage... is weaker now, and relying on D&D and other magic systems. While thor has no hammer, and is using a advanced D&D weapon that can tap into his god-hood. Alistor is leading them to the carnage, as his face... is very... low, deeply... empthetic, its... unusual for him. He says "You good guys many need some barf bags." No one watching but the Narrative Foundation. This... entire thing was surely to be hidden deep in there files, or deleted entirely from records. As they see the nowhere king, in a underground facility. Eating away at a man who never dies, Father, captured, and tied to the ground via tenderals of liquid. As it laughed at Fathers pain. While the general, stood nearby. Watching, concerned. But glad his other half freed him at all. As the entire crew remembers then raiding the facility... only to find it in ruin, first by the ritual half breaking a entire 1/8th of there tunnel system. That damage was rather clean, collapsed caves, a sinkhole. Second... by a out of control nowhere king. That... was more... cruel, and disgusting.
The creature's animated form, tore the regenerating mans skin off over, and over. Bit down on its head, swalloed, and watched its body regenerate inside, as it spit it out of its black fluid. It was very grotestc... like a eldritch entity playing with food that can never die, and keeps regenerating with red lighting. A philosopher-king of cruelty. The man who almost rewrote a city's physics with a ritual that would have sacrificed millions. Thor asked... gulping "Where are the rest of the sins. Envy, and Lust died in... well that... stone breaking. Gluttony is in orbit... but?" Alistor sighs... and gesters, as they look to the roof, and see each of the leftover sins, halfdead, impailed on objects, and torn apart. Still regenerating, but unable to fully due to the fact they are trapped by objects in the way... spikes, furnature, metal armor loged in there bodies.
The general sighed "I will... try to calm him down. He won't kill me at least... he can't. I die, he dies. Plus... i think we both still remember being human." They look at the animated general unsure. Alistor pats the man on the back, saying in his radio tone "Good luck." Leaving into shadows. The general sighs, and holds his head. He walks up too the sludge... as it... seems a bit board now... looking at the dead eyed, but still alive Father on a spike. Its form still massive, and animated. The General says "Buddy..." It turns to him. Notices the advengers in the hall... it was too focused to see them. It turns back too the imortal man on a spike. Its green eyes shifting, its antlers large, its hoves, liquid. Standing. Uncanny, like a slime half formed on the ground.It seems... reflective. Its quite... timid even. It says "Im tired. I want to go home."
The general is quite. It then says "But there is no home. I want to be one. I wish we never voice acted in that stupid show... with a stupid animated deer liquid monster. I want to be Brain... i want to be whole... but there is so much hate in... all of this. I can feel my hate... towards you for stealing the woman we love... But... im tired now. Can we be Brain?" He is silent. The general is quite. "I don't know that we can anymore... not without the key... that artifact... and... its not in this world... it was a artifact made to bride two worlds... that... is not something this world can even make..." The creature is silent. It bends down... it seems... depressed. "Lets die then... i kill you, we both die... i hate this... you hate this... we will never be elktaur... or brian... we share a soul... you know you hate this... being broken... being two... two minds... one... soul..." The general is quite. He moves, and cries, as he pets the head of the deers skeletal frame.
Its green lights within its skull look at him in suprise. "I thought you hated me." The general cried "I hated myself." Its quite... "Im sorry. For... even if it was in some fiction that merged with us... spliting us... just so i could be human... and be with a human woman..." The elk is quite. "Im sorry for killing... so many. I was angry... i wanted you to suffer... because you made me suffer... and now... with Brain in us... and fucking Father... torturing us... im just... tired. Valla is not here... the pricess is not in this world. We are alone..." Brian sighed deeply. Then said "At least... try theripy in the narritive foundation?" The creature is quite. "I am worse... i am courupted... i am discusting, and so are you... you think they can accept us! They will run, and scream, and yell!" The creature caoughts out black gunk, as it colapses. As it breaths, and stablizes. "Our soul is split, and half of it is corrupted. Discusting... Gunk! Its... too late... now..." The elk is quite. As it slowly begins to float, its skull moves, and looks deeply into the general. The general says "Im sorry... its... my fault." Elk... the nowhere king says "No... we decided too split ourselves when we where whole... because we thought a elktaur could never marry a human." Elk is quite... it says "I never killed in this world... not until that stupid magical device was put on. When our bodies split in two. When that manson broke apart... and we transformed. I felt horror... i hate this body. I remember everything... about being Brian... and yet... i hate... you... and not... i'm not sure i can forgive you for what you did to me."
The General is quite... "Thats fair... I am the one at fault... I guess... i saw you as a monster... before you became a monster... We may not be able to be whole... but... can we at least live a little longer to see if those signtists, and mages up in the foundation can help." Elk is quite... and laugths "Whatever... whatever... they will fail, im sure. This body decade from too much contact with the portal. Im pretty sure there is little they can do." The general sighs. "Well... lets go then. Besides... the foundation plans to take these war crimnals for justice. So lets go, and leave them to clean up. Ok..." The general gets up, and looks at the black tar of a elk laying across the ground. Huge. It says "Sure... i guess." The general looks uncanny, animated, but also scared on his body from the torture done while captured by father. But a more realistic cell shading covers him. While... the nowhere king. As it floats, is massive. A tar creature of unyealding horror, with a elk skull of white for a face, antlers, and glowing green eyes. Made entirely of tar, able to float, with 8-10 hoves sprouting non-senticly from its body. It looks immesely cartoony, but the kind of cartoon that gives nightmares.
Eventually, its over, the nowhere king floats behind the general, far, far too large for the cordoors, but still sliding thru... rather discustingly, leaving sludge, that slowly evaporated when left for a few minutes. Cap informed the teams above, that the nowhere king had been passified, but to not prevoke it. To give normal High-Moral Risk Class-A Nonhumanoid Transformed protocol. What did that mean? Class-A ment city-level combat potental. High Moral Risk... means high risk of moral colapse, and mental instability. They had encountered... nonhumanoid transformed before. Tragic cases, or horror cases. Some... are sucsses stories like Alistor. Still a physiopath, but now... willing to not kill everyone on sight due to the remnants of his actor. Others falues. But... they were unsure what the nowhere king will be. One thing the theripy, and recovery sector of the Narrative Foundation knows well... shit gets weird, hard, and sometimes... you will lose.
But hey, the only reason they even have so many villans on there side, is because when emergence occurs... everyone has a idenntity crisis. The Narritive Foundation was use to it. All transformed suffered when they transformed. Imagine being a rich actor, and suddenly you no longer love your life the same way, and you are super smart, egotistical, and want to build suits, and engieer, as you merged with iron man. Some transformed are teenagers, that gain cat ears, and there family disowns them. Being a transformed... is tragic, and that is fact. Its just... something they deal with everyday, for every transformed, and every transformed needs to deal with it in there own way.
Meanwhile, another unit, with titanium, anti-mana holding cells, and various anti-magic wards wraped around each of the 5 sins, and father. Lust and Envy had been destroyed in the implosion of that Philosopher's Stone, their essences torn apart by anti-magic and metaphysical rebound. Superman latter moved Gluttony back down from orbit, and he was contained. While, therapy was ongoing to learn what occurred to the minds of these beings. Where was the humanity? Should they even try therapy. That was there next tests, and they learned... why... this went so wrong. Father... Father... when he transformed... instead of only getting the emotions... he got... memories from that dwarf in a flash as well. Memories... that were too strong, and... the Transformed... cut his soul with alchemy to remove the human bits.
While the sins... it was horrific when they learned how they became the sins. They learned... Father... tortured the actors for his sins... used various brainwashing stratagies, until they beleved they were his sins. Then... due to the fact they are formed from his own emotions, they just... follow his will. It was... horrific. Some had repressed all memory of not being a sin. Forced by father to rewatch every scean they were present in, in the anime, over, and over. Until they beleved those anime sceans on a TV screen where there past, and with the transformations emotional recodence to support that... yeah... they acted like the sins. Worse... the physics now supported it, there was literally soul links, and higher-expression of Fathers own soul within there bodies. Acording to the mages.
But the science... or magic... it did not matter to the foundation, they were similar subjects. Had a feild day, thou a emotional one as well. As they learned that... the emergence somehow brought the souls, thousands of souls, from the FMA universe to our world... it was unsure if FMA was real... or if the emergence was just able to create souls. But nether idea... was nice. Furthermore, the nowhere king... its physics... well... it was found it was more like the entire world bent to its soul around it, it was like everyone in that world had there souls as there bodies, and its form was due to its emotions, and beliefs, and a unknown magical signature. However... there was signs, that literal changes in mentality, and emotional acceptence, due to centaurworlds physics, could reverse the physical deformity at least.
Even monsters—especially monsters—could change. That was the dirty secret of the Narrative Foundation. That underneath all the containment cells and dimensional seals and Class-A protocols... they believed in rehabilitation. Not because it always worked. But because sometimes, against all odds, it did. So they began to do what they can for all the monsters they collected from this international crisis. It was even thorized that if the nowhere king, and the general acceptect each other, there very physics framework could re-merge there souls. Thou at the very least they say "We can probobly get the nowhere king to regrow some skin." As he was literally a goo of black ooze, green glow, and a elk skeleton. When his original form... was elktaur, and split form, before corruption, was a elk. Prehaps the nowhere king can never be human, never merge... but at least it could become elk once more.