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The FlipSide.

Little is truly known about the FlipSide other than it's used as a form of travel to get to certain places faster and that there's layers to it, but other than that? The residents of this world have no clue what hides in the FlipSide but what they do know is this... Never go in the FlipSide too deep, otherwise... You might not come back. Now, of course, that's all just speculation but no one really has tried to venture further in to see if it's true or not, because who would want to be go missing?

Either way, if one does decide to go deeper, they'll find themselves in a area full of red. Red trees, red lake and most importantly, a red Gator. No one really knows anything about him, other than his name and the fact he loves to fish. His name? Old Man Consequences. What he does is a bit of an enigma, some say that he's this omniscient being who judges souls for the afterlife, others claim that he was the creator of the entire universe, another theory states that he might be some one who's their to help any poor traveler who ventures way too deep into an unexcapable realm.

Whichever might be true, it doesn't matter for now, as something is coming to this realm and the Old Man knows it. Perhaps it's him? No, he actually enjoyed his company, it was most likely the other one. He never liked that one. Consequences took a moment to look up in the sky to confirm his suspicions and as he would've figured, the once calm sky know looked to be a raging storm of red. He's definitely here, the Old Man then felt that he caught something on his hook and started to focus on reeling it in... or he would've if he didn't speak up to start a conversation with him. The Old Man turned his head slightly to see a red skeletal figure with no lower body floating out of the tree line to great him.

Hello again, Old Man.

Atem. Have you come to bother me while I'm fishing?

Please, that's the only thing you can do here. Other than drown of course.

Just answer the question.

Very well then. I have come here just to see how your doing, that's all.

As you can see, I'm fine. Now Leave.

Why such hostilities? You and I are one of the same after all.

I assure you, we are nothing alike.

You say that but we both have our similarities.

The only thing we have in common is that we're both Red. Nothin' more and nothin' less.

Are you so sure about that? We both help others who are in agony and give them the necessary means to feel at peace.

Correction: Del helps them find peace and helps with their agony. YOU do nothin' but use poor innocent souls and feed off of their pain and anguish. Just like your doing with that poor girl.

I'm simply giving Miss Henderson her well deserved retribution for those who killed her. After all, does she not deserve justice after her own friends killed her, hid her body and lived their lives while her loved lived in suffering?

It ain't retribution. Your just takin' advantage of a girl who's been through so much pain and twistin' her into a vengeful monster.

I'm turning her into a God.

What exactly is she a God of? A digital world filled with nothin' but sorrow and misery? Clearly a paradise.

My, My if my ears aren't deceiving me, it would seem that your angry. Why is that?

You know EXACTLY why. Don't play dumb with me.

Please, if it's about the fact she killed her own killers, need I remind you about how several "children" have much more of a body count while trying to kill their own killer? How many children have become fatherless all because of them? How many Innocents have lost their lives when they're simply trying to get some money to provide for their families? I think you and I both know the answer to that.

  DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO IMPLY THAT I'M CONDEMNING HER FOR THE ACTIONS WHICH YOU CAUSED OR SAY THAT INNOCENT CHILDREN SHOULD BE CONDEMNED TO HELL BECAUSE OF CIRCUMSTANCES THEY NEVER HAD CONTROL OF. Besides, you know just as well as I do that because of their age, when children become spirits things get fuzzy and certain details are hard to remember, they need to kill Afton so they can rest but Sarah never had that issue, she wanted to rest but you just wouldn't let her.

And how exactly did I do that? I'm not forcing her to do anything, she has just as much free will as you or I d-

Don't try to play dumb with me. I know the things you say to her to get her to stay. I know you manipulate her pain and anguish to allow her to think she's the one in control when it's infact you.

Hmm... Well then, this was fun but I need to get back to Miss Henderson. I know when I'm not wanted so I'll get out of your hair or rather, "line" so to speak.

And just like that, Atem floated back into the tree line, disappearing from sight in the shadows, the bloody storm became calm as everything reverted back to the it was before he came here. Consequences could now have some peace and quiet again. Unfortunately though he did lose the fish during the conversation, it was annoying but at least he could always catch another. Though he did feel another presence, he knows it isn't Atem because despite how much of a headache he is, he can keep his word on some parts so...

Hello Del, it's nice to see you again.

It's good to see you as well old friend.

Come, sit with me for awhile.

Not for now my friend, my brother can be a piece of work can't he?

Your tellin' me?

Heh, fair. I've heard your conversation.

Is that so?

Yes and it got me wondering something...

What might that be?

Well... Would you be willing to hear me out on what I have to say?

Of course.

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Yo, so... I swear I haven't forgotten about this, I'm just trying to work on some other projects, I hope you all can understand.