We are currently coming back from almost a year's worth of investigating and salvaging what we can from the wreckage. The day at which we combined time travelling and passed our time hearing the screams of our friends and family is February 4, 2019. It seems that the "creature", to call it anything, may not be looked upon for more than 0.0001% of a tik for fear of his power being released and causing the next big bang. I refer to this bean with affection and masculine pronouns due to the implications of the immediate head poundings and feeling of being constrained and trapped whenever referred to anything else. We know about this massively strong force by his first name, one that should be trembled at and feared above all others, "S sss s s ha a a aggg g gG g yyYy yY y Yyy"......
My mind has suddenly been overridden and we are hearing a brief conversing with our new master. Let's see what he has to ....
Greetings my fellow slaves. I am your new master, Shaggy. You shall bow down to me and pledge your undyne services to me, or I will unleash the power with which I will burn your organs and mash your skulls until the entity with which you identify with now, regardless of gender, sex, race, identity, and others will be nothing and never be remembered by those you love. Your puny meaningless lives have no purpose either than to serve me and cronch some monchy boi loops. That is all.
Sorry folks, I must have missed something? I cannot remember the last minute or so, or maybe an hour? Anyways, our beloved scientist Cecil Baldwin had sent various search teams of trained professional bears, to our relief he did not venture out into the horrid conditions with which our worlds have been set in now, but it seems now that they evaporated at the smell of the everlastingly spicyyy ingredience. To this day, they have been most remembered as always eating tacos on Tuesday, absorbing the essence of two-legged horses' souls and creating peace within the Magical Kingdom of Fairytopia (Barbie's and my dream life).
The ingredience's power is currently measured to the exact height of Mr. Weasel Man and his 3 rotten apples (comparable to Ms. Warrior who has 3 and a half ravishingly glistening Red Deliciouses) although another source is moving currently to challenge the unamountable entity called "the ingredience". It has been heard through the singing/screaming vocals of Gayâ„¢Iconâ„¢ who has persistently kept swallowing and lasted at least 10 times more than our last offering, I mean friend, that our new master is friendly and should not be run away from. This is more due to the saddening effect it has on him, and the rage with which he hides his emotions behind and releases upon several nearby planets.
More so on this subject in the near future... If we live that long. Take care of yourselves, and don't forget "keep smiling and all will be okay" :)