As we fade in, Miss Fury is seen hanging where Alias left her. Her catsuit is fringed with parts melted away and stuck to her flesh.


Suddenly Miss Fury walks into frame and inspects the damage to the other Miss Fury and looks quite disappointed.

"Siri, call Oswald."


ELSEWHERE - LATER


We cut to a coffee shop where we find Alias at the counter ordering his favorite bean brewed beverage.


SUDDENLY!!


An army of Miss Fury's rush into the lobby from all directions!


4 through the front door.


6 more rush out from the kitchen!


Alias now realizes that he's in trouble!


Oh no! Here come 2 more from the restrooms!


With nowhere to run, Alias throws his coffee into one of their faces, but much like when facing BOB, the numbers are just too great!


The Fury Dirty Dozen dogpile on top of the champ and proceed to beat him into submission! The Fury's all pullout adamantium handcuffs that Oswald was able to manifest into our reality by bending the rules of space and time to steal some of the fictional precious metal from the Marvel Universe.


If you guys weren't aware, "The Broken Billionaire" Oswald Autem isn't just loaded, but is quite possibly the most powerful being in the XWF right now!


Good thing he's too distracted enjoying his money and family to come in here and make a serious run, cause you guys would be F.U.B.A.R.ED!


Anyway, with Alias now handcuffed spread eagle to the donut racks and tables and 12 Fury's laying on top of him, a random patron jumps out of their seat, ripping off their regular attire to reveal a black and white striped shirt!


Oh shit!


It's not a person at all!


It's!!!!









MARTY!!!



Marrty rolls over to observe the pin as his digital voice counts out!


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Demos pins alias.

Alias watches from the nexus of realms as time stream after time stream is disrupted by Demos. Dead timelines are necromanced back to existence, only to fade away once more as nobody pays him any mind.

Demos throws himself against existence.

Alias waits.

He ponders for a moment - is this actually Demos? Or are these remnants of the man named Charlie Nickles? Scattered pieces reaching out through unreality, seeking to be whole. To that, he can relate. He knows all too well what it's like to have a raging battle within.

He nods.

It's time.

He held his composure for what felt like hours since he first noticed the anomalies. He considered dragging this embattled miscreant to the edge of time itself. But he is not worthy. Not yet at least.

Alias kicks out.

It shocks nobody.