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Falling victim to the immense pressure, the Woolen_Bat_Monkey's body unravels onto the floor into a pile of woolen strings. Yet, with a viper-like attack, the strings entangled TheMonotonePuppet, creating a suffocating cocoon around her, squeezing the puppet just as she had done to him.

The puppet offers him up as fodder for the Stars' hunger, and he is accepted.
Om nom nom!

As the Stars accepted the offer, the monkey's body glowed in otherworldly light as three colossal projections appeared above him: The Weaver of Worlds, The World Tree, and The Blood-Soaked Sheep. Together, these mighty entities prevented the Stars from breaching the non-aggression pact of the deities.

The Stars don't participate in the progression pact though? Not to mention, the strange beings' appearances would be deeply enjoyable. Then the Stars commit to eating you just to see what ensues.

As long as they believe that the reaction will surpass a certain threshold of interesting, they will do it. The deities are all within the Stars' dream and to be outside of it, they must be in a contract that will create more colorful situations.

*whispers* And a contract is not currently in the Stars' interests. Eating you fascinating and one-shade-of-brown monkey is far more what they want right now.

I see if this is a dream then this fight does not matter is none of use is real, or are we all just pieces of the dreamer? Even if I shall die I would not for I would come back different in another form in a different dream. Once they awake all shall be lost to the eternal void of the mind recycled and reused in another.

All dreams must end and most if not all are sudden and anticlimactic, isn't it that ironic Puppet? A dream dreamt by these supposed entities of color would also end in such a way. In the end, color is but an illusion to mask the dullness of life and death. For all of these vibrant colors originate from black and white and all shall return to it...

And so it becomes Monotone.

Ah, I see. The truth, I see it! Everything we love and appreciate comes from things we despise and disgust... Once it's all over it shall once again return to it... DULLNESS