I sighed, it wouldn’t be that bad that their leader knows about me, I’m sure of it. So…

Right, I remember now what I was doing! Before the party I was hanging out with Iron Man AKA Jacob, and before that I was fighting a dragon, which came while I was… searching for my brother! That was it…

I once again started to delve into the Essence Realm to look for any remaining traces of him… only to find that I couldn’t.

“Oh com’on! Why can’t I… wait, now I remember! My catalysator… OH COME ON!”, I mumbled, well, more like shouted, to myself. All around me ponies were still unconcious… it’s really creepy Jacob managed that.

Some of them woke up from my shouting, some flinched or jumped away in shock. They started muttering to themselves after that too, one of them mumbled something like: “Drink of Tartarus…”

I sighed, before running down the streets into the forest.

Because of that, I missed ‘me’ walking back out of a portal.

“This was the time I think… can’t let it happen now, can I?”, he smiled to himself mischievously, “Wouldn’t be good for my reputation…

“Wait, I was at this time before, wasn’t I? How did I miss the signs…”

A sudden ripple could be seen, heard and felt in the air as it violently exploded inwards and got consumed by a black nothingness. Yet out of this nothingness stepped out someone very familiar, yet very unknown. Black Frost was on the scene.

As soon as Black had entered the new world that had drawn him in, he looked around and summoned his staff. He was not going to repeat his past mistakes and underestimate his enemies. This time he would have his full power at his disposal and he would not play any silly games with the Displaced. He would crush them!

Unfortunately there was one thing that always rang true for him. He was worthless at finding other Displaced. Deciding that stirring up some trouble would be enough to lure a Displaced out he called the wind and flew around, trying to spot any familiar ground. He would be looking for a long time.

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“So… how did I get back here again?”, Jack asked himself, “I mean, I ran into the forest… and straight forward… and I end up where I started? Seriously?”

He looked around. “Everything is just like when I started running… there is still the house… there are even some ponies unconcious still! Argh, sometimes I really wish this wouldn’t happen…”, he waited for a short time, thinking, before exclaiming: “I can’t be that bad at navigating, can I?”

He sighed, and started to walk towards the castle. Perhaps the Cela… Celestia could help him find his way. It almost felt as if the wind was curling up over his skin, giving his incorporeal body a freeze on purpose. But that couldn’t be it, after all you can’t freeze an incorporeal body…

He went through the street, passing the still unconcious ponies…

The wind seemed to become stronger, and colder. When he reached the castle, he guessed that’s where she lived, maybe she told him, he didn’t remember, it almost took it with him. Somehow all the ponies who were awake this early, there weren’t that many, seemed uneffected. “Com’on, it’s just your imagination…”, he told himself while clinging to his staff. He didn’t even realise he automatically hid inside the castle, unconciously hoping it would keep the wind out.

Just as it seemed like the wind would really take him with it, it stopped, stopped to seemingly pierce his skin and cut his venes. Instead, his blood itself began to feel even colder, and with it came an instinct to run. But run from what? He couldn’t see anything.

A scream pierced his thoughts, followed by another, and another, and another. Shortly, a chorus of screams made a horrifying cacophony.

A loud *boom* could suddenly be heard from the middle of the town. The screams restarted and a horrible laughter following soon after.

“Is it me or is it getting cold in here?”, Jack muttered to himself, walking back out of the castle. Looking around, he could see a… darker version of himself? Seriously? What is this, Evil-Twin-Day? Huh, that would be quite a neat day indeed…

Sighing, he asked: “Hey, wind! Could you atleast bring me onto the next house?”, but got no response. Sighing, he resumed walking towards the source, when his dark doppleganger seemed to have taken notice of him, by throwing an iceblock as huge as a truck at him.

As the iceblock was nearing, the wind finally decided to listen to his earlier question, and took him onto a house far away enough. “That’s completely not cool!”, Jack shouted to the doppelganger.

“Heh, says my impersonator. You know, I really was surprised to see another Displaced like me. So, how long you been living away from earth?” The other Jack asked as he shot a beam of frost towards the place where Jack stood.

Jack jumped back, just for his ‘fake’ to re-aim his beam. Thinking quickly, Jack thrust his hands at the floor, and made an ice-wall like back against the dragon. He took of his bag, and fumbled with one hand for tokens while the other held up the wall.

While he was searching his bag, the ‘fake’ simply walked around the wall, no longer floating above the ground. As he looked at Jack for a while, contemplating how to kill him, a spear of black sand came thrusting from behind the dark twin, just for said to sidestep it.

“What do you think you’re doing?”, Pitch, who had heard the noises, asked.

Turning around to face the new arrival he simply smirked. “Oh, wonderful. A combo, or did this dofus perhaps summon you?” The evil twin asked pointing a thumb towards Jack.

Said ice-user took out Jacob’s supercomputer- multitool- device, and opened his mouth to call for help when...

“No you don’t.” His twin simply stated and moved his staff just a little bit back, hitting the multitool with ray of intense frost magic, freezing Jack’s entire hand and tool.

Jack stared at this slackjawed, before regaining his mind: “Seriously, what’s your problem?”, he asked staring at his twin, “You come in here, wreck my town, wrec… Oh, hey Pitch! Long time no see! Even though I guess you wouldn’t remember the last time…”

Pitch just continued to throw black sandspears at the twin, still not hitting a single one, but he was getting closer. “A better question is, where did he come from? A dark version of someone doesn’t simply start existing for no reason.”

“Of course not. I came from another universe. The fact I happened to meet another one looking like me is pure coincidence… or actually, that was a lie. I felt like this world was calling me, so I came over for a look. The last world I visited didn’t take kindly to challenging their Displaced for the right to destroy everything. So this time I decided to just do what I please from the beginning at full power. Also, to answer your question to why I’m not like you, I actually used to be nice, caring and all that. But that doesn’t get you anywhere and won’t let you protect anyone. So, when my worlds Discord deided it was a good Idea to corrupt me, I kicked his ass. Now I’m traveling the void as practice before I return to my own world and bring it down to it knees so I won’t have any more trouble with it. But seeing as I’m striving for perfection, I want to have a little practice first! Also, I no longer go by the name Jack Frost, It’s Black Frost now!” Black Frost said while he continued dodging the black sand spears.

“*yawn* Who cares? It’s not like you’re gonna get away when I do THIS!”, Jack said and used his other hand to grab another token out of his bag, which was the Pokeball. Once again, he was interrupted by Black Frost freezing his hand and Token. Black then said: “You realise the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results?”

At that Pitch transformed his arm into a blade, having finally reached Black Frost, just to get an elbow into the stomach causing him to back away again. “That wasn’t insanity”, he said then, “The time the slowpoke needed to grab the token was shorter, and it was a different token. Different…” Pitch said only to get hit in the face by Black’s staff.

“You realize I was refering to something? Also, just because the token was different and the fact that he was slightly different, doesn’t change the fact that it wasn’t different enough. Same action, same result.” Black lowered the tip of his staff, frost spreading along the ground as it was touched by the tip.

“That is a lame trick. I can do that too. Wait, where did my staff go?”, Jack asked, looking around while trying to unfreeze his hands.

“You mean this?” Black asked as he held up another staff in his other hand. “Let’s see… If I remember correctly…” He said with an evil smile as he turned towards Jack. “Oops.” Black broke it in two by crushing it with raw strenght, completely closing his palm.

“Isn’t that supposed to by my part?”, Pitch asked, secretly looking through his shadowspace. ‘Nothing here… how hard can it be to find an object hidden in the shadows?’, he thought.

“And another thing… what Jack can do, I could do much earlier.”

“Nope, my turn again.” Black spoke as the previously frosbitten ground turned blue and spikes of ice shot out towards Pitch.

Pitch was thrown off the roof, and impaled on the next. “This reminds me of a video I once saw…”, he muttered, “‘You have proven that you are the best, for you have made a giant hole in my chest’. Pretty funny how true that rings.” He then dissolved into shadows, and came out of the shadow directly under the rooftop.

“I see something you don’t…”, he mocked Black.

“Really?” Black asked. “Give me a moment.” He said as he powered up and fired his most powerful spell in notime, freezing absolutely EVERYTHING around him to absolute zero.

“Yes, I do.”, Pitch said while shadow-shifting onto streets far enough away, “And it’s another token!”, he exclaimed while jumping into the air, catching a snowflake. “Huh, looks like something you would use as token. Unimaginative enough you are after all.”

“Whatever. You know what?” Black asked, letting go of the magic keeping the absolute zero spell going. “I think I’m going to enjoy doing THIS!” Black said, quickly turning around towards Jack who was trying to sneak up on him from behind. “Gotcha!” He exclaimed as he pushed his staff forward “Hell Frost!” He shouted as a wave of orange glowing snow gushed forward, completely covering Jack.

Jack screamed, his skin melting…

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Sor’Gat watched the scene unfold, even though he had hurried to the capital he was still too late to prevent the disaster. Yesterday the Essence Realm notified him about the dimensional disturbance, and he still arrived pretty late.

There was nothing he could do as he watched Jack melt, nothing but… he heard a quiet thump. Looking down, he saw Blood Cleavers knife. He grabbed it, and began to chant: “Blood Cleav’r, Blood Cleav’r, Blood Cleav’r, Blood Cleav’r…”

*Beep* “Blood Cleaver can unfortunately not be summoned right now. Please, try again later. If you can not wait however, press the left rune. If you want to leave a message for her, press the right rune.” *Beep*

“Must be brok’n.”, Sor’Gat muttered to himself, before pressing the left rune. He watched while the black sandguy threw different kinds of sandattacks at the other ghostey, just to be hit by stronger and stronger counterspells. “Tak’n long’r than expect’d…”

“Hello?” The voice of Blood Cleaver finally came through. “Is this urgent? I’m in quite a bind over here myself, so please be quick about it.”

Sor’Gat patiently waited for her to finish her sentence, and then rushed out his answer: “Bad’n ghostey’s kill’n good ghostey ‘n’ want’n to’n destroy’n evrything there is’n coming through force’nto the universe and try’n to kill’n Good sandguy too’n…”

But his rush enhanced his accent, making nearly every word undecipherable.

Fortunately for Sor’Gat Blood Cleaver had spoken to him before and was already somewhat used to his way of speaking. “Sor’Gat? is that you? Never mind, the one you mentioned, does he happen to look like a human like me, gray hair, pale gray skin, red eyes and clothed in a black hoodie and lightbrown pants?” She asked him.

Sor’Gat, who had not paid attention to the clothes, quickly looked over Black Frost again, “Sound’n ‘bout right. Just’n got’n first strike hit at him. “ Sor’Gat said before he heard the link go quiet and saw a portal open up above Black.

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Black was just about to plant ice mines underground as he heard a portal open up right over his head. A loud yell coming through. “Found you, you bastard!” Blood Cleaver screamed as she dropkicked him in the face.

Meanwhile the last of Jack’s agonizing screams stopped as what was still left of his body fell over, continuing to melt from the unnaturally hot, orange snow.

Pitch shadowstepped over to Jack’s dead body, the upperhalf being almost entirely melted, and said: “Surprisingly, it took him this long to melt… what am I saying? He just died, and I wonder about how long it took him to die… there is definitely something wrong with me.”

“Definitely.” Blood Cleaver spoke as Black was getting up. As soon as he saw who he was facing he-

“Oh shit! Not you again!” He said and quickly boted it out of there, trying to fly away.

This world’s uncooperative wind made itself once again known, by keeping yet another Frost from flying.

“What the?” He exclaimed as he nearly fell flat on his face.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Blood Cleaver provided in responce. Taking on a stance that would to some be a very familliar one.

“Kame-hame-ha!” She shouted as a blue sphere of energy quickly materialized between her hands and was then turned into a beam, directed towards Black who because of his earlier stumble was unable to dodge.

As the blast hit him he went flying without any more additional help, his body however felt as it had been hammered with tank bullets.

As his body once again hit the ground, he groande and tried to get up before Blood Cleaver made her next move. Unfortunately, his rise from the ground was interrupted by a black leather boot, connected to a very angry loking Blood Cleaver.

“Going somewhere?” She asked with a sadistic smile.

“Um... “ Was Black’s response as he tried to stall for time as he gathered as much energy he could muster into his staff. Unfortunately for Black, Blood Cleaver sensed the rise in power level and stomped her other foot onto his wrist, forcing him to let go of the staff.

“No way I’m letting you do that again.” She said, lifting her foot and kicking him in the head as hard as she could, sending him deep into the ground while creating a crater, as if a meteor had landed.

“Wow, I heard legends of you and your methods, but seeing them myself, I have to say, I am impressed.”, Solveik 5.0 says as he calmly walks down the street towards them, “Gotta say, that Dragon Ball Z technique is quite common nowadays. Wanna make a selfie with me?” He held up his phone, it appearing out of nowhere.

“Who is that? / What’cha you?”, Pitch and Sor’Gat asked.

5.0 smirked, and responded: “Oh, noone. Forget me, I am unimportant. You probably wanted to know my name… call me 5.0. And I wouldn’t forget Black Frost over me, Blood.”, he said pointing at Black.

Blood gave him an ‘are you serious’-look as she once again looked at Black Frost who was lying at the bottom of the crater, holding his head as a strim of blood sippered out from underneath his hand.

She fired another Kame-hame-ha at him.

*click*

“Hey, look!”, 5.0 exclaimed, showing his phonescreen to Pitch and Sor’gat, “I got it on screen! I always wanted a picture of a Kamehameha!”

Pitch calmly, but notably angered told him: “You know this isn’t the time to do senseless things like that, there is still Black Frost. That woman may be holding him back for now, but we don’t know for how long.”

“Seriously? This is EXACTLY the time for things like these! ‘That woman’, or Blood Cleaver as is her name…”, 5.0 tried to say.

“WOULD THE TWO OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!”, screamed Blood Cleaver at them as her temper was getting worse. “I’m trying to scan his mid, something that isn’t getting any easier with the two of you! And as we-” She ranted as she suddenly noticed a certain object missing from it’s previous location.

“Horseapples.” She simply said as she looked back to where Frost had been, only to see the tip of his staff disappearing through a closing portal.

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention that. This is the moment he escaped. Rewinded this fifty times to get the photo, and the video of you losing your temper. Thanks for your help!”, 5.0 told her, escaping through his own portal.

The sound of a steaming kettle could be heard as Blood Cleaver stepped right up to where 5.0 had just been and began glaring daggers at the one spot. “Oh no, you dont!” She said as she reached out with one hand and dragged him back out…

Only to feel her own hand grabbing her own shoulder.

She heard laughter from behind her, and 5.0’s voice: “Sorry, couldn’t keep myself contained. Now this rewind can stay! So, what did you want?”

5.0 jumped back, accidentally dropping his phone: “Oh- oh…”

Smirking to herself Blood Cleaver did something that would help her relive stress for the rest of her life. She punched the asshole in the face, not holding back an ounce of power.

As 5.0 flew through the house, he seemed to not be scratched an inch: “It will be sooo expensive to remake that fake-phone! Do you even know how hard it was to get that one?”

“Nope, don’t care!” Blood Cleaver said in a much more happy tone. “Now I gotta go.” She said as she turned around and grabbed a sipper in thin air and unzipped the fabric keeping her from entering the void.

“So, anything before I leave?”

“Yes, can we still do that Selfie?”, 5.0 asked, only to receive a hit on the head from Pitch, who shadowstepped over to him. “What he meant to say was, that it would be nice to have something to remember you by, didn’t you, 5.0?”

Sor’Gat hopped over to Blood Cleaver, and told her: “We should be’n meet’n soon without’n craz’n stuff. Like ruin ‘n’ bad ghostey.”

“Yeah, unfortunately my Author decidedt to cram a shit ton of crossovers for the- Oops, I mean I don’t think I’ll be able to be around that much for a while. But as soon as I can I’ll come over. Also, you might want my token as well.” She said, turning towards Pitch, giving him one of her tokens. Ignoring the hopefull look on 5.0’s face.

“Thanks. I will make sure to use it only when I feel like.”, he told her, thinking about it for a few seconds, before saying: “Eh, you can have mine too. So, just procuring a bit of Nightmaresand, mixing in my essence… making a sexual harrasment joke… done. Here, you can have it.”

The token in question was looking similarly to the Nightmares the original used to invoke, well, nightmares.

Seeing how she was ignoring him, 5.0 pouted and said: “Whatever. It’s not like you were able to call upon me without creating a paradox anyways. And I know, it’s sometimes almost as if your life was a story, and your readers the only good guys, while the author wants you to suffer.”

“Actually, I signed the contract myself, he has some stuff planned that would make it all worth it and- Oh, sorry again. I have my reasosn to keep going… Damn, I will have to re-arrange my memories again. And if you really want to have something, here.” Blood Cleaver said as she threw him a small pink glowing sphere. “Pure energy in condensed form. Just make sure not to damage the shell or it blows.”

Now once again turning towards the portal. “Bye you guys, I’ll visit sometime later.

The last thing she heard before the portal closed behind her, was: “This’ll look great in my shrine! I mean, this will be a good reminder of her.” It sounded like 5.0.

She huddered at that and noted the interesting bits of conversation between authors. Thankfully she would be able to return to enjoy some time with Sor’Gat while 5.0 wasn’t there.

Happy with such an outcome she left to once again find where Black had gone to. Hopefully managing to snap him out of his discorded state.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! I really can't believe this!"

5.0 appeared in his base of operations, holding the sphere in his hand.

"Now, where should I place you... hm...", he looked at his shrine, the token Sor'Gat had gotten and the token Pitch had gotten snatched from the future, lying on a bowl filled with Senzu Beans. "Directly in the middle of the Senzu Beans, with the knives lying on top of it should be fine!"

As he rearranged his shrine, he giggled like mad: "She actually gave me something... rewind 53, you are great!"

As the giggling continued, he got a thought: "Maybe I should print the photo of her doing Kamehameha... it would be a great addition to my shrine!"

"Solveik?"

He almost didn't get any air any more, he was giggling that hard. He finally did it!

"Solveik, what are you... oh no, not again!", Twilight sighed as she reached her basement, "How often did I tell you my underground laboratory is NOT the correct place for your weird shrines! And who are they dedicated to anyways?"

"I told you they were dedicated to void-travelling superheroes! Today, I met one.", 5.0 responded.

"Whatever. Clean this mess up, or I will throw your 'shrines' away."

"Aww, please?"

"No. And that is final.", with these words she turned around, and walked away.

"Why is everyone acting towards me that way?", 5.0 wondered sadly, "Could it be me after all?"

Mein kleiner Bruder, lang vermisst,

In jenem Kampfe, voll Wut und List,

War'n wir zusammen in der Not,

anstatt von mir ist er nun tot.

Schon immer von seltsamen Kräften umgeben,

Nichtmal die bringen ihn wieder zum Leben,

Auf die hoffnungslose Suche werd' ich mich nun machen,

Schon lange hört ich nicht mehr sein, und mein, Lachen.

Thanatos Solveik Imperator Rose

"It looks beautiful. What does it mean?"

"I'm not very good at translating. It means something like:

'My small brother, long since gone,

In that battle filled with Wrath and Deceit,

We were together in the need,

instead of mine, his life is now done.

Always surrounded by a strange power,

not even those revive him,

the hopeless search I will now begin,

Long since I heard his, and mine, laughter.'

It's not that good, I probably did it completely wrong..."

"Can'n seein' heart. Heart'n'Soul put int'n this. Can'n say this'n wrong."

"I didn't even know him for a whole day, but when he stood there with his companion, showing those bright lights and all of that... It made me smile a bit. It's not even long since I had to banish Luna, but it seems an eternity away. Thanks to those distracting action. His Laughter will remain."

"I knew him for his whole life. I cannot say that he has the cleanest record, but one thing was sure: He helped me, he risked his beta-keys so I could try out beta-stuff. He was generous, and didn't care if it would bring him negative effects later on. He always loved to see others smile, his Generosity will not be forgotten."

"Nev'r say'n something 'gainst me. Nev'r making fun out of'y accent. Nev'r lett'n oth'rs get'm down. Always with me'n when needed. He was a loyal pupil."

"Wait, Shaman, you can talk without your stupid accent?"

"Not know'n whatcha talk'n 'bout. Don'tcha be putt'n stop to spieshs."

"i didn't even know... argh, forget it. I heard about him, about  his legends, about his fight against the cultists. I heard he had lost, but I know he had atleast tried to defend his morals. He didn't lie about his morals to save himself. May his Honesty to himself be kept even in the Underworld."

"Rest in Peace, Solveik."

"Did I miss something?"

"NO! / NO! / NO! / Yes, actually... / Yes, we just gave our funeral speeches just like the equestrian traditions tell us to."

"Oh, okay. I guess he will be a pretty decent guy..."

"Will be? He died, how can you talk like that about my brother?"

"Always so serious, Pitch. Calm down, calm down! It's not like I would ever disrespect him! In fact, I even complimented him!"

"The tone you are speaking in alone is disrespectful. And you don't even try to hide it!"

"Gotta go now..."

"Where were we?"

"We were finished, I think..." Next Chapter: Dead people... Estimated time remaining: 8 Minutes