Koolkanin entered the break room. After selecting a doughnut, she sat down to eat it.
Moderation had become quite tiring after the announcement of the MBs’ closure. The users and mods were both distressed. Even though it wasn’t allowed, some users attempted to guide others to a location in Real Life. The mods did what they could to suppress this, but weren’t always successful.
Just two days before, a portal to that location appeared and a few users went. It wasn’t the first time, either. Only the s were capable of doing this. While independent, the s usually respected the authority of the mods... usually.
Keighlian entered the room. “KK, I have a special mission for you.”
A emerged from behind him.
Keighlian continued, “Emotes will not survive the closure unless inside someone’s head. Since the has survived this way, we need the to survive as well.” He gestured to the . “The lead will enter Real Life in your head. Once you’re there, find the users’ refuge and make sure they’re safe.”
The closure was nigh.
***
The merging of worlds was a slow process. The MBs remained for now, but in a silent stasis. The mods predicted this would last only a week, but they couldn’t be sure.
KK wasn’t going to stay anyway. She left to find the refuge. This wasn’t too much trouble, as the mods were able to piece together its location from the conversations they’d interrupted. After a long walk, KK found herself at the entrance to the refuge. Lego Message Boards Eternal.
Eternal... One could never be too sure. Especially since the was alive.
Once KK entered, the left her head. “This is where we part ways. I’ll be around, remaining hidden. This way, the users won’t know I exist.”
KK made her way to the CC forum to find a topic to introduce herself. The Coffee Table was a good choice.
KK entered the topic and sat down. “Hello everyone! May I have a cup of cocoa?”
The users stared in disbelief, but looked happy to see her.
“A moderator has come to spy on us...” one user said.
“Spying? That’s not nice to hear! Where did you get that from?” KK asked.
“Well... uh, maybe the mods sent you from the Mod Tower to keep an eye on us here?”
KK smiled. “Oh brick, you got me!”
KK sipped her cocoa. No one suspected why she’d been sent, and KK wasn’t about to tell anyone who asked. The users knew nothing of the ’s survival, and they existed here with joy. Ignorance was bliss.
Henny approached the entrance to the LMBE. He pulled his identifying chip from his pocket to open the gate, but stopped when he saw something coming out from behind the registration booth. Henny jumped back. It was a emote!
“Hello, Henny.”
“How did you survive the merging?!”
“Why are you surprised? The is inevitable, for the is no more.”
“And now you’re going to jump in my head and take over?”
“That was not my plan. I would rather stay out of your head so the users don’t know the is returning. We will bring you to a position of influence within the LMBE, and you will help us befriend all.”
“Befriending is not what you want! I won’t help you!”
“If you don’t agree to help, then I will jump into your head, and I will lead you out into the wilderness. It is your choice. You can join us without pain, or join us with pain.”
Henny stopped to think. The wasn’t wrong. One day, all would be subject to the . With that being true, why not have a more enjoyable life before then?
“Alright, , I’ll help you.”
“Excellent. We will keep in contact.”
Hidden Secret 5: Sham’s Sham
Sham entered the Brick Boards. Life kept him busy, but he still came here when he could. Stepping into the CC forum, one topic quickly caught his eye. “HannahDash Returns”
HannahDash! She was a good friend, and a fellow Party Bosscrasher. This was exciting news.
Sham approached the booth, but it was empty. Sham must have been late—
It wasn’t empty! A was inside!
“Hello, Shamrock.”
“How...?”
“Did you really think your refuge in Real Life would be safe from us?”
“Stay back, !”
Sham drew his Implodium Sword and sent the ceiling of the booth down on the .
Sham turned to leave. “Hello and goodbye, my smiling friend.”
Sham heard the moving under the rubble, but by the time he turned around to see, the was already jumping into his head. He was unable to stop it from entering.
Yes, we are friends. And now the time has come for the Halloween Party to meet the .
No! Sham had to resist... He had to warn the other users! He could not let the win!
Sham felt the power of grow stronger. A sham of him appeared and began running.
You cannot resist us for long.
True, but the sham would be able to arrive sooner and give his warning...
Ever since GKF8 left the party topic, FlameForce had been in an odd stalemate with the green sheep. The armies weren’t fighting, which was unusual for them. The only battle was that of music, the green sheep versus General Flame. Colonel Violet watched in disgust.
Flame’s mech was coming apart. The volume of the green sheep’s opera likely caused this, in combination with the music Flame surely had turned up in an attempt to drown out theirs. The metal music Flame listened to was just no good... and the green sheep agreed.
Flame began firing non-fizzy lemonade at the green sheep, but they raised their volume further to deflect the shots.
“EVIL, EVIL, EVIL IS THE MECH!” they sang.
Since the lemonade didn’t work, Flame instead fired a flaming coal block. However, the force of the shot shattered his mech, causing it to crumble to the ground.
Flame curled up and held his hooves over his ears. “MAKE IT STOP!!”
Ugh. This was their general!
The green sheep came closer, surrounding him. “Evil, evil, evil you’ve been taught! With evil, evil your radios are fraught! Evil, evil, we’ll drive from this place, and with sweet melodic opera we’ll replace!”
Similar rhymes continued, and Flame’s shaking intensified.
The mech of Commander Tulip, Flame’s sister, approached. “He’s going to lose his mind! We have to do something!”
“His mind was lost a long time ago,” Violet replied.
Flame’s vocalizations were, for a time, not forming words, but they now changed. “Evil is the opera, with its overwhelming aura... my mind cannot think, I’m on the brink...”
The green sheep looked quite pleased. “The brink of sanity, yes that’s where you are, dearie... You’ll soon like opera, and lemonade that’s fizzy!”
The fire returned to Flame’s eyes. “NEVER! FIZZY LEMONADE IS EVEN MORE EVIL THAN THE OPERA!!”
“Calm, calm, that’s what you need, dearie, so calm calm down, don’t get into a tizzy!”
As this went on, three FlameForce sheep neared the action.
Flame approached the green sheep. “I’LL PUT YOU IN A TIZZY!!”
Flame passed the FlameForce soldiers and abruptly stopped. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”
The FlameForce sheep then began singing, too. “Evil, evil, evil in a cup!”
“NO! STOP IT!”
Flame punched one of them in the face. This got them to stop, but he still looked distressed.
The green sheep resumed their song. “Evil, evil, EVIL IS THE METAL MUSIC! Divine, divine, DIVINE IS THE OPERA!!”
Flame again collapsed to the ground. “MAKE IT STOP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!”
“Give in, give in!”
Flame let out a rather unusual cry, then stilled. He rose to his feet, a smile now on his face. The sheep slowly began singing, and now he wasn’t bothered by it at all.
“See, it looks like the opera is having a good influence on him,” Violet said to Tulip.
Commander Shadow entered the room. “Colonel! One of my spies has reported that the leprechauns have mobilized. We’ve never seen such mobilization in years.”
“You should be telling this to General Flame,” Violet said.
“He was busy.”
“Since when has that stopped you?”
Shadow paused. “Okay, that’s not why. Ever since the attack at that Halloween party, his disposition has bothered me...”
“Why? He’s less bothersome than ever.”
“Exactly! He changed. But, I guess I’ll go tell him...”
Shadow turned to leave, but stopped when another spy entered the room.
“Commander! I saw something of concern!”
“What was it?”
“The emote appeared in the Halloween party!”
The ... one of the few things more evil than HannahDash! This was concerning indeed.
“That gives me something else to tell the General,” Shadow said.
Violet stepped in front of him. “I’ll talk to him myself.”
Violet started down the hall. Now it all made sense. Of course Flame hadn’t simply seen reason... he was too stubborn for that! If the had managed to take control of the general of FlameForce...
Violet came up to the doorway of Flame’s strategizing room. He had opera music playing continually. And he was smiling, as he always had been since the Halloween party...
This was confirmation that he was indeed under the ’s control. Violet had to let the army know. They could refuse his leadership and go on without him. This was an excuse to get Flame out of the army!
Flame looked up from the table. “Violet, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You look concerned. Is this something I should know about?”
“It’s nothing, sir.”
Flame stepped around the table to approach her. “You know what happened to me, don’t you?”
Violet said nothing.
Flame took her front leg and dragged her into the room, out of view of the doorway. He took her front legs in a tight grip as he stared down at her. Violet was quite used to seeing the fury in Flame’s eyes. But combined with the expression of , his face was something truly terrifying.
“Don’t bother trying to overthrow me,” Flame said. “I don’t need this sheep. It would be no trouble for me to leave this wretched sheep’s body and take yours, if needed. I suggest you go on as if this never happened. If anyone asks, you tell them that Flame is fine.”
Flame then released her and returned to the table.
“May I leave, sir?”
“Yes.”
Violet left and began walking down the hall.
Colonel Silver came from the other direction, but stopped before passing her. “Violet, what’s wrong?”
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