EoN5 flavor/Endgame Flavor
" Why have you asked us to come here, my liege?" asked Min, looking at the circlet that Jane was wearing.
“I don’t have much time,” said Jane, tracing the scars from the attack on them a few days before. “I’m going to be dead, soon, to blood poisoning. I want to give you instructions for what to do after I’m gone.”
“But why me?” asked Min. “I’m just…” They flashed back to the time when they had come into work drunk. Jane had nearly fired them, then; now, that seemed so far away.
“I can’t speak for your character, but I can speak for the fact that you certainly aren’t part of a cult,” said Jane. “What I can tell you is that Shurian is conspiring against us.”
Wazza swallowed. “Jane, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.
Jane flinched slightly at the lack of an honorific, before swatting that thought away. This dimension was changing their mind, as well, if it parsed as unusual for Wazza to use their name. “What is it, Wazza?” they asked.
“The ‘we’ of which you speak is nonexistent,” said Wazza. “I only joined this project to get revenge on Marl and Zone for getting more funding than I did. Now that they’re both dead, my job is done.” He flicked open a device around his wrist, punched some buttons, and vanished.
“Wait, he can just do that?” asked Min.
“That’s not what’s important,” said Jane. “Do you think you can take care of Shurian?”
Min found Shurian standing on a bridge, staring at the water. “Your tyranny ends today!” they said.
“Tyranny?” said Shurian. “Don’t be silly. I just want to get paid, and if the highest bidder happens to be the Cult of Corax, well, that’s not my fault.”
Min charged at Shurian, trying to grapple them, but Shurian blocked them, sidestepping their attack. Min stumbled, but regained their footing. Still, while they were distracted, Shurian was able to maneuver them into a headlock. Min struggled, trying to fight back, but couldn’t break free. At last, spying the water beneath the bridge, they had an idea.
They twisted their body sideways, pulling Shurian with them. The two of them fell over the edge of the bridge, into the water below.
In the scientists’ camp, a spell seemed to break.
Eevee’s crown vanished from his head.
ATNo’s sword shattered into silvery dust.
CRich’s crystal ball ceased to glow, becoming an ordinary iron ball.
The psychic link between Gorta and everyone else in the camp snapped.
“What’s happening?” asked Derps.
“It’s over,” said eevee. “We can finally go home.”
“Speak for yourself,” said Derps. “There is no home for me. Whatever changes this dimension has worked haven’t gone away.” He smiled slightly, revealing a pair of small fangs. “And hey, maybe that vaccination project Soul was working on isn’t such a bad idea after all.”
“Well, the rest of us can go home, at the very least,” said ATNo.
ATNo, CRich, eevee, and Gorta strapped themselves into the time machine. Gorta counted down from ten, before pulling the lever. A flash of blue light arced across the control panel. The next moment, the time machine had vanished.
“How did it go?” asked a news reporter, as they climbed out. They turned back towards the camera. “Although they only appeared to be gone for fifteen seconds, in fact, the brave sixteen scientists spent far longer in the past…”
The four scientists glanced at each other. They had a lot to explain.
