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BROWN DIRT AND DRY TIDES FOREVER

{Open: An apocalyptic wasteland. Further observation reveals the wasteland to be the remnants of YTPLand, now completely destroyed, as if by centuries of decay. In the middle of the wasteland is Chaos, partially buried in the ground. His eyes starts blinking slowly, before properly waking up.}

CHAOS: What the Gehel? I'm almost 100% certain that there was more here.

{Sephiroth pokes his head out from the dirt.}

SEPHIROTH: Finally, you've woken up. I've been awake for the last few centuries underground.. I've gone through the insanity cycle about 785 times now.. I even managed make a few friends with some of my other personalities. Hmm.. I keep losing at Tic-Tac Toe though... Wait, what was I talking about again?

{Sephiroth suddenly gets pulled back into the dirt. Muffling sounds are heard underground, and the ground shakes slightly as Chaos looks at the scene with a confused expression on his face.}

CHAOS: Hey, Seph. What the hell are you doing in there? Come on, don't be silly now, we have to find our friends!

{The muffling and ground shaking stops, as Chaos looks at the crater where Sephiroth's head poked out. Suddenly, Sephiroth pokes himself back out again.}

SEPHIROTH: {In a weird voice.} Ha ha ha, Chaos. I was only playing a trick on you. I am absolutely fine, and my name is most definitely Sephiroth. Ha ha ha.

{Sephiroth comes out of the dirt in full, but something seems wrong about his body. His arms and legs are floppy, much like a puppet on a string. He wiggles about.}

SEPHIROTH: How are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu doin', buddy ol' pal? Ha. Ha. Ha.

CHAOS: Seph... are you alright? You don't seem to be feeling your usual self.

SEPHIROTH: Don't be silly Chaos, I felt myself just ten minutes ago! GET IT. IT'S A MASTURBATION JOKE.

CHAOS: Ew, gross dude. You really don't need to tell me that.

SEPHIROTH: But you wanna know a secret, Chaos? I'm just an empty shell of a man. Wanna see?

{Chaos staggers back, away from Sephiroth.}

CHAOS: Okay, you are acting really strange, and I am not liking it. Come on, stop fooling around.

SEPHIROTH: Oh, fiiiine. You never were very fun in any universe, Chaos.

{Chaos carries on backing away as Sephiroth grabs his mouth from both ends, and then rips open his head, making a sickly bone-snapping noise while doing so. A slimy figure crawls out from Sephiroth's body, leaving Sephiroth as a fleshy sack. The figure finally steps out, before grabbing his helmet from the flesh sack and putting it on his head. Chaos looks at him, stunned with terror.}

CHAOS: N-no... NO. IT CAN'T BE.

OLD BELL: What's up, fuckface?