At Hallow's End

[Kommander Ken]

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The battle for the fate of the Hellhunt had finally come to a close. The defenders picked themselves up while the last survivor among the Apostles of Pacifass attempted one last desperate flight. "Lord Pacifass! I'll save y-"







"-No you won't."







"You should have been a smart hippie-cosplayer and fled instead of floating there within arm's reach."







"Now, trick or treat? Ah. Forget it, Halloween's over with isn't it?" The Pumpking grins nefariously.







And turns the apostle of Pacifass into pulp.








And spraying even more of the battlefield with gore.







With that bit of business done, the PumpKing turned toward the east side of the field.







"Hey... Hey! Just what do you think you're accomplishing by imprisoning me like this?"







"Well, the spikes are held together with the blood of that truceass over there, which surprisingly is a very adhesive substance. It's also great since you're totally grossed out and don't wanna move."

"You filthy degenerate! You still have no idea who you're toying with-"







"-Then that's where I come in."

"Ohfuck."







"How dare you conspire with Brikthulu to disrupt the Hellhunt, you bathrobed fucking coward. All these years and all of a sudden you lot have a problem with it?"







"What the fuck are you lot planning? First Yuletide and now this? You better start talking, or I'll carve you up just in time for Thanksgiving."







"You mean you haven't figured it out yet? Maybe you should get together with your pals, the other holiday saints, and put together a theory. As for me, I've been looking for an excuse to disrupt the Hellhunt for ages! EHEHEHEHEHE!"







K-KA-BOOM!!!!

"What? Who? Where?" Ken, just like everyone else, was temporarily blinded by small explosion and a flash of light.







"Looks like thats my ride! It's been fun darlings, it reeeeaaaally has."







"But I've got a little thing called Ragnablok to prepare for! EEEEHEHEHEEHEHEHE!"

Before anyone could intervene, Pacifass and his getaway brigade disappeared from this realm.







"Shit."

"Yeah I know, that guy has like the worst evil laugh ever.

...And whats a Ragnablook?"




[end pt. 1]

[Kommander Ken]

The rest of the gang gathers at the commotion, appearing mostly triumphant despite Pacifass's escape.

"The Hellhunt is saved!"









"Indeed. Although I would have preferred to squeeze more information from that tree-humping bastard before he fled."







"Hey non-fuckboi! You're pretty alrite in my book!" Shrieked Mr. Skeltal in glee.

"Happy to be of help!" Ken exclaimed.







"I think you ought to check the mausoleum, Ken.."








"I think Zupponn left you something there."







"If this is one of those quest reward kind of thing, then I'm in!"













"Oh boy, now that is some proper loot."






The sticky note was indeed addressed to Ken, as it read:

This one's just a freebie, the next one you have to pay for kid.
You should totally check out the ZMC by the way.

-Zupponn

"Huh, well. At least he's totally transparent about it."







"Damn, pretty soon I'm going to own as many weapons as that Zahru guy."







Ken returns to the Hilltop below as the PumpKing and Mr. Sketal approach.

"Well Ken, this is where we part ways I presume."

"Yeah, getting back to my people sounds kinda nice right now."







"You have our thanks, quantumsurfer Ken. Pacifass may have escaped, but The Hill and the Hellhunt are safe."










"Before you leave however, I must make you aware of something. This dimension is mostly unaffected by the goings-on of the Brikverse. However... We've spent an entire year here. Upon your return home, you may... notice a few changes. Mostly in that you've aged a year."







"Hey just as long as nothing crazy has happened to Frostborne while I was away. Something like getting invaded by a giant empire hellbent on our destruction or whatever probably wouldn't be a thing. I'm sure things are fine down there!"







"Um. Yeah. One thing I hope does not change when you return is your endless optimism, Ken."







"I have no idea what you're implying by saying that but anyway..."







"Farewell!"







"Well Mr. Skeltal, we've got quite the mess to clean up. Afterwords, contacting the other Saints may not be a bad idea.

"Right-o! Dem fuccbois really bled a lot. Maybe we should hire some of dem janitorboyz from da Hill."







"That probably wouldn't be a bad idea either."



~END!~

[baconquistador]

Literally could not have enjoyed this more! Ossum battle, well-written and well-finished.

[Tzan]

[Bookwyrm]

This was fucking great, I feel like even though it took a year, this should still qualify for this year’s Hellhunt.

X 1,000,000

[Zupponn]

"Huh, well. At least he's totally transparent about it."

transparent about it."

Oh ho ho ho. You're a punny one sir.

[Darkstorm]

This is literally one of my favorite battles, ever. I cannot wait for what you will be brewing up next!

[Kommander Ken]

Thanks guys! I'm glad to have finally concluded this.

[DJ Squidley]

Ok, now THAT was epic. Can't believe I didn't read it until just now. Excited to see what's happening with Frostbourne now!