Thanks to the fight between Bonifacius and Zazzyl the plan to go see of ♕ was actually at the ruins of the JGuardians base was abandoned.

Instead, Bonifacius and Foxly were patrolling around the town to make sure the SilverPeak guy was gone.

XxFoxlyxX: Who the hell was that?! he asked.

Bonifacius: He has told me he is from the SilverPeak guild, they receive payments in real life for killing NPCs! he replied.

XxFoxlyxX: The sentient ones?

Bonifacius: They didn't say...

The sun went down as the group completed a full circle around the town, the guards were also doing a decent job at patrolling the town, though they didn't stand a chance against the enemy.

As a side note, many of the NPC guards weren't called "Guard", many of them were farmers, bakers and even children.

As they walked a pebble struck Bonifacius' armour making a quiet "ding" noise.

Bonifacius: I am not sure what to think... after all, clearly this guild has some powerful members...

Another pebble hit his armour.

XxFoxlyxX: You don't think that onion guy from the JGuardians joined their guild?

Another pebble.

Bonifacius: Perhaps... no, what am I saying, of course not!

This time a fist-size rock was thrown at Bonifacius crashing directly into his head.

He didn't react and just kept walking.

Bonifacius: Perhaps they wish for this game to return to normal...

A head-sized rock flew at him, crashing into him and knocking him to the ground, he stood back up and kept walking.

Kniff: WHY THE F#*K ARE YOU IGNORING ME!? she demanded jumping off a nearby roof and onto the ground.

XxFoxlyxX: Aren't you the creep from the inn?

Kniff played the /grin emote.

Kniff: Indeed! It is I!"

Kniff: HOLD ON WHO ARE YOU CALLING A CREEP?!

Kniff let out a sigh,

Kniff: Did you guys find her? she asked, defeated.

XxFoxlyxX: Find who?

Kniff looked up baffled at the question.

Bonifacius: Are thou feeling unwell? Perhaps thou should log off and rest.

Kniff: Did you find crown of course! she exclaimed.

XxFoxlyxX: What do you mean? We weren't looking for her.

Kniff: Buls#*t! I know you two were looking for her right around now. she accused them before grabbing the book form her inventory and reading it.

"Let's see, this is the script for the second volume, I remember reading that they were going to look for her!" Kniff thought as she flicked through the pages, finding every page describing the plan for the chapter starting from the previous have been altered.

Bonifacius: In any case, we must be on our way, please don't throw rocks at people in the future. he suggested before playing the /bye emote and continuing his journey with XxFoxlyxX who kept looking back and casting judgemental looks at Kniff.

Kniff gulped as she flicked to the last page of the book, "Volume 2, chapter 45: The main party decided to pursue their careers instead of games and live happily ever after."

Kniff: HOLD THE F#*K UP! THAT'S TOO ABRUPT! - WEREN'T THERE MEANT TO BE LIKE... FIVE VOLUMES!?

Kniff looked up to the now leaving Bonifacius, in the last moment she got a great idea.

Kniff: In that case, I'll just let you know - JohnWillStab is being held prisoner right now! she bluffed.

Bonifacius: Prisoner?! Where?!

XxFoxlyxX: Are you serious, inn creep?!

Kniff: Indeed!... he's being kept captive by... the butt pirates!

Bonifacius: The butt pirates!?

As Foxly and Bonifacius discussed their plan of action Kniff looked to the final chapter of volume two once more to see if it changed.

"Volume 2 chapter 18: Bromy, Bonifacius and XxFoxlyxX storm the Butt pirate base and get slaughtered, this keeps happening until they die for real."

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Kniff turned back to the two.

Bonifacius: We must go rescue him at once!

Not wanting a bad ending for the story, Kniff came up with another lie.

Kniff: Yes, but you see, I mean in real life!

Bonifacius: TIS EVEN WORSE THAN I HATH EXPECTED!

Panicked Kniff flipped through the book to the last page and saw: "Volume 2 chapter 9: Bonifacius and XxFoxlyxX go asking around for 'the butt pirates' until they get stabbed in some alleyway."

Kniff was starting to become overcome by a sense of dread, the story went to hell now, "Wait, what was it before I interfered!?" she wondered overcome with regret.

Kniff: But they agreed to let go of him if you beat them in the game!

Bonifacius pondered the idea for a second.

Bonifacius: I see...

She checked the final chapter, "Volume 2 chapter 91: The party decided to cope with nuclear annihilation by turning to alcoholism."

"What?... is this even the same story?"

Bonifacius: Perhaps we should contact crown?

XxFoxlyxX: Good idea, I'm sure she'll be willing to help!

Kniff: Hold on! They said they'll let JohnWillStab out, they were just so scared of you guys y'know!

Bonifcaius breathed a sigh of relief,

Bonifacius: That is fortunate!

XxFoxlyxX: Yeah, I was about to nuke them if anything happened, haha!

Bonifacius: Hahah!

XxFoxlyxX: Lol.

Kniff: It's not like you actually have access to nukes, right? she asked hesitantly.

XxFoxlyxX: Of course not! he said before both he and Bonifacius turned to leave.

As they were about to walk out of sight, XxFoxlyxX turned back and grinned a sinister smile at Kniff.

A chill ran down Kniff's spine as she opened the book and looked through the final chapter.

"Volume 2 chapter 1242: realizing his military might, XxFoxlyxX finally takes his rightful place as warchief of the post-apocalyptic world, just in time for the shaman to become his bride."

"This... is really bad..."

Meanwhile, Olivionion was sitting at a distant inn, he was drinking a glass of water as a grey-haired Fishman approached him from behind and sat at an opposite table.

RuRet: So you're going by Olivionion here? he asked, he was wearing a long cloak and what looked like a tuxedo.

Olivionion: I didn't expect you to crash my game, brother. replied olivionion coldly.

RuRet: Yes, yes, I wasn't meant to interfere with your games. he replied followed by the /sigh command.

RuRet: But I've been hearing some interesting rumours... he added.

Olivionion: ...

RuRet looked over to a nearby NPC and with a swift motion proceeded to cast a spell which caused black smoke to coil upwards from under them, slowly strangling the life out of them.

RuRet: Oops, I'm still not sure how to play this game, I got this account from a friend.

The NPC played the choking animation as he fell to the ground.

Olivionion: You don't really believe the rumours, do you, brother?

RuRet looked closely at the NPC who played the choking emote on loop before it died.

RuRet: I guess they were false after all, I do so wish I could have played with the NPCs a bit, he replied defeated.

Olivionion: I see you're the same as ever, brother.

RuRet: You say that like its a bad thing, why don't you come visit me? We can go and hang out like the old days!

Olivionion: I'm going to have to pass, brother.

RuRet: You don't have to talk like that, you know.

Olivionion stood up and headed towards the door.

Olivionion: You've seen the game for yourself, you can leave it be now.

RuRet: Of course, I could log out and lose the account. he replied.

As Olivionion turned to leave but RuRet spoke up, RuRet: Actually I might stick around for a bit.

Olivionion turned to face him, not saying anything.

RuRet: I promise I won't cause a mess, I just saw that my brother is really enjoying this world! he explained apologetically.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to talk RuRet out of it, Olivionion left him.

RuRet: How cold

Olivionion hated his brother since they were kids, he was always a psychopath, and not a virtual gore-lover like Olivionion, he was a real monster, and he wasn't shy to let everyone know that.

Five years earlier...

The man sat at his computer with a webcam pointing at him, his eyes red and tear tracks going down his face.

A voice came from the speakers, it was RuRet, well - it was the person playing RuRet.

"Ah, good the webcam is working!"

"C-come one! Can't I just pay you off!?" the man pleaded.

"I told you my price, if you want the information leaked instead-" he was cut off by the man, "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'll do it!"

He looked down to his hand, spread his fingers apart and from somewhere off-screen produced a hammer.

"We can get started," RuRet announced as he looked on with glee at the soon to be bloody scene through his monitor.

SLAM, the man with the hammer winced as the webcam focused in on the gore.

"Alright, next finger," he commanded.

This whole time, Oblivionion was watching from outside the door through a small crack, and this wasn't the first incident, in fact, it wasn't the worst incident either.

Be it nail removal or using a vacuum cleaner to remove an eyeball, Oblivionion saw it all from the age of seven, at that point RuRet was only thirteen.

RuRet killed both parents at the age of seventeen, where they live you cannot be prosecuted for a committed crime under the legal age of eighteen, that said he spent the next year in a psychiatric institution for mentally disturbed children before leaving the moment he turned eighteen against the staff's wishes.

Back in the inn, RuRet looked at the dead NPC and ginned to himself, this was just the beginning.