SPONGEBYRNE THE FOREBODEN
Tch. What a show-off. SpongeByrne dusted off his shoulders. This was gonna get ugly. Such power...such speed....almost terrifying. Keyword: ALMOST. SpongeByrne had to hold back a chuckle. This man...No. This was a beast, or even something beyond that. A creature of pure rage. Pure cruelty. Just pure malice. Something like this, in this Universe...It would certainly set his plans back if not dealt with. SpongeByrne saw the RED inside, the Lurking Interloper. "What a mess I've stumbled into"
SpongeByrne thought as Goofykins unsheathed his blade. A weapon that could easily rend him in two, surely. Infinite mass in a limited space would probably kill anything it touched. Positively vorpal.
SpongeByrne took a step forward. His footsteps left a circle. An occult symbol that couldn't be possibly parsed by a being not attuned to the right Planes. Maybe Goofykins could. Maybe he knew what SpongeByrne was doing. Well, it was too late now.
"It's your domain, huh? That might muck things up a bit. Kukukukuuuu, I'm not quite sure how this will end up! Never tried it before. However, let's not discount my ability. Activate: Talking Head! Once in a Lifetime!"
With these hallowed words, SpongeByrne extended a pointer finger that began to glow with a light colorful and colorless. He had activated Once in a Lifetime...
ONCE IN A LIFETIME! ONCE IN A LIFETIME! AND YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF LIVING IN A SHOTGUN SHACK! AND YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A LAAAAAARGE AUTOMOBILE!!!
ONCE IN A LIFETIME transports the user and those in his vicinity into various scenery. This scenery changes at random usually, but the user can expend energy to manipulate what scenery appears. If the user activates the FRIPP EFFECT, the scenery will permanently change into a wavy blue background full of both mana and accursed energies. This negatively effects both the user and the target
The world began to warp. Detroit began to fade. And it turned and turned and turned and nobody could really say where anybody was. The desert. The jungle. The other Hells. Inside the heavens and outside the Purgatorium. It changed at random intervals. Nobody could tell when it was gonna end or where they were gonna go. Sure, they were going to "go" there, but they weren't actually there. It was an illusion, but it felt like it was there. It felt real, even though it wasn't. But maybe it was. The Talking Head, mouth of the Big Suit, worked in mysterious ways. SpongeByrne was used to it. He had felt it a hundred times. Nausea could be seen physically emanating from the aura of the surroundings. It was hell. It was colorful. It was colorless. It was Big Suit.
"Your move, Goofy. Kukukukukuuuuu~"