Hod: Mhmm~

Sitting all by herself, the Patron librarian of the Floor of Literature hummed to herself as she slowly moved a thread with the help of a needle. Her eyes were focused on the task ahead and a bright smile was present on her face.

In her hands, a small plushie taking the appearance of Angela's assistant was present. It showed signs of damage after surviving through many battles between her and her coworkers for the sake of owning it. It was a creation she was proud of and wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.

...The last person who tried found out what would occur the hard way. It took days for the assistant librarians to find a certain ex-Arbiter stuck in the ceiling, her head broken into it.

Thinking about that scene made her smile grow wider, which only made her look creepier than she already was.

However, that quickly dissipated once a pair of hurried footsteps echoed throughout the hallways. The shy girl quickly hid her prized possession and turned around just in time to find Malkuth run in, exhausted.

Malkuth: Ah... ah... Hod, this is bad! Really bad!

Hod: M-Malkuth? What's wrong?

With barely anytime to catch her breath, the one completely fatigued from running all the way up pointed a finger at the direction she came from.

Malkuth: This is a mess, it's even worse than when Y/N accidentally locked himself in a room with Gebura!

Hod: E-Even worse than that?! I still remember the damage that was left behind when they got out...

And yet, both proclaimed that "nothing important happened" while making the most nonchalant expression possible. No matter how many times the question was asked, the duo kept their lips shut, keeping their shared secret to the grave.

Just remembering that event sent shivers down Hod's spine, forcing her to stand up and join the one in the doorway. Without a second wasted, they both ran back down to the Floor of History, time going against them.

Finally, when they reach their destination, the newcomers stopped in their track to witness what was unfolding before them.

Hod: What... is...

What greeted them on the Floor of History was a sight that they would never be able to forget. Standing in front of them, one, two, three... too many Y/Ns were gathered together. Some were calmly talking to each other while others were beating the crap out of each other without mercy.

So many of them were present that it was impossible for them to count them properly.

By the entrance, the assistant librarians were gathered together, some covered in blood and bruises while others were simply exhausted.

Cereb: Oh hey miss Hod, nice day today right?

Malkuth's first helper raised a hand and showed a carefree smile, revealing that he was swallowing blood that gathered in his mouth.

Hod: ...What happened?

She hesitantly asked as her eyes locked onto the horde in front of her. The workers remained silent for a while until they stepped closer to explain the situation, sweat forming on their faces.

Zophia: From what I know... Y/N and that bookworm, Patchouli, where talking about potentially creating a pathway towards other worlds from within the Library.

Dana: Since miss Patchouli often talked about a world completely different from ours, Y/N tried to bridge both realities together... and this was the result...

Yuri: But it went wrong... and now the Library is connected to... I don't even know what this is.

Suddenly, a group of Y/Ns turned to face them at the same time and shouted in unison "It's called alternate universes!" before jumping at each other's throat, all trying to kill each other.

Sitting on the sideline, a single Y/N observed the mess unfolding before him with a long sigh waiting for him to release. He quietly stood up, walked to the front where the librarians were and finally snapped his fingers, causing a pillar of flames to erupt.

This made everyone in the room stop in place out of fright, allowing him to speak.

Y/N(?): Ahem! Everyone, for the love of god, stop fucking killing each other. I know that we're all supposed to look like each other to some extend but we all don't need to be suicidal as well! 

Y/N-02(?): But I want to die, that's the only entertainment I have in life!

Y/N-04(?): All of you shut up for fuck sake, I'm gonna get a headache!

Y/N-05(?): ...Wait, why did we skip number 3, what happened to him??

Each Y/Ns' gaze turned to look at a certain spot. There, a lone Y/N was seen with a sword impaled in his throat. He looked back at the group with an annoyed expression before averting his eyes to the ceiling, his arms crossed right under an axe stuck in his ribcage.

The mystery now solved, everyone exchanged some "Ah, makes sense" & "Phew, the mystery is solved".

Still in the front, Y/N the original (Maybe? Still undetermined) placed a hand against his head. He took a deep breath and focused his energy before continuing his speech.

Y/N(?): I want everyone to form lines right now, we're not gonna be able to do anything if you all keep running around like a bunch of children!

Y/N-09(?): You heard the boss, everyone get in- Hey, why am I number 9?!

Y/N-06(?): Ha ha ha ha! Looks like you're not worth much-

Y/N-09(?): You little shi-!

Y/N(?): Silence, if I hear another word from all of you, I'm turning your heads into trophies and your bodies into coats, do I make myself clear?

The threat sent made everyone quickly gather into rows. Once done, the "leader" at the front began to count them one by one. The other librarians could almost see steam coming from his head as he was doing so.

Y/N(?): Alright, we currently have 62 me- us- you- I don't know anymore. Plus me, that makes 63. We need to find a way to fix this mess as soon as possible before Angela sees this!

At the mention of the director's name, a part of the group let out groans while others simply tilted their heads in confusion or whispered to each other.

Y/N-07(?): Hm, this might be a problem but how do we even begin to fix this? I have no clue how I even got here.

Y/N-14(?): The last thing I remember was starting my first day in L Corp's main branch... then I got here.

Those around the newbie gave him a pat on the head & shoulders, also giving him a few "I'm sorry for what awaits you" and other words of consolation.

Y/N-17(?): L Corp? The hell is that?

Y/N-16(?): ...It's a corporation, I think? I dunno, I lived most of my life in the Backstreets.

Y/N-17(?): Back...streets? I dunno how you guys can find corporations or backstreets on a boat but hey, more power to you I guess.

Malkuth: ...I'm starting to have a headache, too many Y/Ns for me.

Cereb: I still can't feel my teeth anymore...

The Sephirah mumbled to herself as she watched the scene in front of her. The librarians around her nodded along with her statement, clearly annoyed by the disturbance at this point. If Angela were to discover this mess, things would escalate beyond what they would be able to tolerate.

Even the Y/N copies were of the same opinion, despite some of them not even knowing who "Angela" was.

Y/N(?): Everyone, we need to work together if we want to put an end to this. As much as I would like for us to kill each other until one remains, that's not gonna solve the main problem here. More copies could appear at any moment!

Y/N-??: Exactly, we should all do our best together.

Taken aback by a voice supporting his claim, the one acting as the temporary commander stopped in place, allowing the sound of footsteps to echo until one person emerged from the group.

Everyone looked ahead with mixed emotions.

Next to the leader, another Y/N copy stood there. However, said version of him wore a certain outfit that made most of them recoil in horror. It was a perfect copy Angela's uniform during Lobotomy Corporation's cycle.

Y/N-??: Isn't that right?

Y/N(?): ...I never wanted to strangle myself so badly before. There's no way that there's an Angel-

As he began to speak up, the "clone" that walked to the front put something in their long hair to match Angela's old hairstyle.

Y/N(?): ...

Y/N-07(?): ...Wait a second- Is it me or does he have tits?

Y/N-08(?): Holy shit, there's a female Y/N in our group!

Y/N-12(?): And it's Angela too?! We're all gonna die!

Y/N-02(?): Yay, I can finally end myself!

Y/N-04(?): All of you shut your fucking mouths before I tear off your lower jaws!

While this was occuring, the one with no assigned number lowered his gaze towards the suspisciously large bust that the version standing in front fo him had, who replied with closed eyes and a wide smile.

In response to such revelation, our protagonist (Still unknown if this is the real one) could only reply with one sentence.

Y/N(?): I'm done, fuck this world.

The leader grabbed his head and swiftly snapped his neck. His body collapsed on the ground instantly, A few seconds passed afterwards until another Y/N walked to the front to continue where the first one left off.

Y/N-01(?): Ahem, I'll be taking over for now since our leader has suddenly, huh, "collapsed" from shock.

Y/N-08(?): Wait, there was a number 1? I thought the one without a number was 1.

Y/N-01(?): Huh... no? Did you see a 1 next to their name? I don't think so dumbass. Now shut up and let me do my job... but first-!

The new commander turned towards the Angela Y/N and pointed at her.

Y/N-01(?): I just wanna proudly say that I'd smash you. Now that's out of the way, everyone, go to the room in the back, we'll have to operate in secret until we find a solution to our issue.

Y/N-33(?): ...Are we just gonna gloss over that selfcest?

Y/N-37(?): I really don't give a shit at this point, as long as I get to leave this shithole.

Following their new orders, the large group slowly made their way to the back. During the process, the Angela copy crouched down and grabbed the body of the one who snapped his neck.

The deceased one now in her arms, she walked away to join the rest.

All on their own, the librarians were left speechless for many reasons. Cereb soon fell down to the ground after reporting that he was feeling colder than usual, probably due to a lack of blood reaching his brain.

Zophia was emptying an entire bottle of alcohol to cope with the ordeal she just witnessed in the meantime. Yuri was holding a hand against her forehead with a pained groan. Finally, Hod & Malkuth were unable to comprehend anything that occured in the last 20 minutes, probably a good thing.

...Then, right behind them, a new guest made their presence known.

Roland: Was... Was that a horde of Y/Ns?

Zophia: Oh god, here we go again...

The semi-drunk assistant rolled her eyes and was ready to bash her skull open with her empty bottle as an attempt to forget how ridiculous & absolutely nonsensical the plot of this chapter was.

Everyone was willing to agree on that... well, except one perso-

"Ayiiiiiiin!"

Oh for the love of-

"I need my own army of Y/Ns, I want to swim in them, just like how I swim in the body pillows and the stolen stuff I took from him!"

And how do you expect me to do that, hm? Does it look like I have to power to just, I dunno, walk in like I own the place? I'm stuck here with you complaining in my ears and if I had a choice, I'd leave.

...

"Does that mean you'll get me some?"

No! Just create your own, we're both in the Light, you can easily do that!

"That's not the same thing and you know it!"

...

I'm starting to think that maybe looking for a way out of here would be worth it just to stop hearing her complaints.

"Just one, please, I beg you Ayin, I only need one! I'm gonna go insane in this place if I can't have one!"

Then do that, stop annoying me. Unlike you, I have a hobby and a way to pass the time.

"You can't call peeping and narrating said peeping as a hobby Ayiiiin!"

At least I don't act like an insufferable ass to the one person I'm stuck with by complaining to them about everything. Now shut it and go back to your corner.

...Ahem, now-

"You're much meaner than you were before. What happened to the old Ayin?"

The war crimes happened, that's all you need to know.

...

Roland: So... you're saying that they're all alternate versions of Y/N?

Hod: It seems to be the case. They're currently looking for a way to go back to their worlds.

Zophia: I'd be much faster if that book fanatic was here, it's also her fault that all of this happened. Where did she even go anyway?

The drunkard talked to nobody in particular. Her hazy eyes were looking at the ceiling with no goal in mind, imitating the actions of Y/N-03 (Still not confirmed to be the third, need more evidence).

As she did so, the Fixer's brain was trying really hard to process everything that was told to him a moment ago. The results were... let's say "not entirely satisfying".

Roland: My head hurts just thinking about this.

Zophia: Heh, you're not the only one here. Cereb still hasn't recovered yet.

Malkuth: No, I think he's dying of bloodloss.

Cereb: Ah... ah... I-I'm okay.

The bleeding ex-employee slowly stood back up and looked around, confused by the lack of Y/Ns in the room.

Roland: ...Maybe they're gone? That would solve our problem if they found a solution.

Yuri: That would be the hopeful outcome-

Hod's helper spoke up, only for the door leading in the back to open, revealing one Y/N stepping out before leaning against the wall. It didn't take him long to notice them standing further away and once he did, he waved at them and told them to join him.

A collective shrug was shared by the librarians as they shortened the distance between them.

Hod: Are you... Y/N?

Y/N(?): We're all named Y/N, you gonna have to be more specific.

Malkuth: Are you our Y/N?

Y/N(?): Nope. I think the last time I saw him, he was hanging out with some other version called "canon Y/N", no idea what that means. I mean, we're all alternate versions, there's no 'canon' one.

Zophia: Did you guys find a solution already?

Not Original Y/N(Confirmed): Uh, I guess? We do have a potential option, we're just looking for a way that won't lead to more mistakes.

Roland: That sounds complicated.

Not Original Y/N(Confirmed): Just like any known time travel stories and in most of them, it's filled with plot holes and weird variables that I'm too dumb to understand, just like said stories' readers.

The Y/N copy nonchalantly replied as he scratched the back of his head. Just bringing up the term "time travel" was enough to make him sweat bullets, clearly showing that he was out of his element.

However, or maybe thankfully for him, the door next to them opened for the second time and another Y/N popped his head through the opening to look at everyone.

Y/N(?): Looks like we're going with the original idea, you should get in.

Not Original Y/N(Confirmed): ...Didn't they say that it could scatter your soul across dimensions if it fucked up? Do we really have no choice?

Y/N(?): If you have complaints, ask Y/N about it.

Not Original Y/N(Confirmed): We're all Y/N! Who do you expect me to ask?!

The second version rolled his eyes and opened the door to allow both the copy outside and the librarians to step inside. Inside was exactly how one would have expected in this scenario: filled with clones gathered around tables filled with notes and possible theories. Some were sleeping while others were deep in their research.

In one corner, Angela Y/N was seen leaning against the newbie Y/N with a wide smile on her face, her hands placed on his shoulders.

New L. Corp Employee Y/N: W-Why are you holding me like that?

Angela Y/N: You should get used to it. After all, someone within that corporation will be waiting for you, ready to do the same as I am doing.

New L. Corp Employee Y/N: ...I want a new partner.

Zophia: Hey, do you know where Y/N- our Y/N is?

Once they set foot inside, the blond girl barely able to think anymore gathered her remaining braincells to ask a question to the nearby Y/Ns. In response, they all pointed towards another corner.

After following their indication, what they saw was a duo sitting in the corner of the room. One was looking down at the floor while the other was patting the former's back.

Hod: Y-Y/N?

Y/N(?): Hm?

The one attending to the first one's need raised his head. Upon seeing his friends' faces, his own brightened and he waved back at them.

Y/N: Hey, must have been difficult to find me in this mess, right?

Yuri: M-More than just a little.

Yuri's voice was then immediately cut by the second Y/N looking down. A cough came out of his lips before a black substance emerged out of his mouth and fell on the floor. In that ink-like substance, faint traces of colors could be seen wriggling.

The sight made the librarians stop in their track and freeze, unlike Y/N (Confirmed to be the real Y/N), who raised his copy's head upward.

...When he did, what they saw was a mess of a person. The copy's eyes were riddled with bags that made it almost impossible for him to keep them open. His skin tone was deathly pale and around his lips, remnants of the liquid he spat out was present.

Malkuth: W-What happened to him?

Ignoring her question, the one still fine spoke up as if to answer another question.

Y/N: ...That's "canon Y/N", he's the one our readers follow during the story outside of our own. Let's just say that he... has his own problems.

Canon Y/N: ...Heh, Malkuth... Hod... Roland... Yuri, Cereb & Zophia... so many faces that I recognize.

The feeble version of Y/N smiled at the ones he knew as he leaned in his seat. While doing so, his hands revealed themselves, showing his fingernails bleeding the pitch black disease above and underneath them.

Yet he didn't pay attention to it, he was simply content with watching the librarians.

Canon Y/N: So even here... you still get to meet them, just like me.

Y/N: Yea, what were you expecting, me just being in there all alone? Come on, use your brain.

The one belonging to this place lightly punched canon Y/N's arm without any hesitation. No resistance was expressed from the other Y/N, who went along with it with a smile. Then, his voice barely broke through the noises around them.

Canon Y/N: ...It's not fair... why do you have a chance.... to live a real life?

Y/N: ...Because I'm better.

Although his statement seemed arrogant, his gaze showed another story. He was speaking like he was addressing a dying kid, which wouldn't far from the truth in his current state.

He was simply better than him.

Canon Y/N: Yea, you're just better.

The final words spoken by him only had a brief moment to linger until the other Y/Ns rose from their seats in unison. A shared feeling of relief and joy was expressed by them.

Y/N-44(?): Alright everyone, looks like we have a potentially stable formula. As long as we follow what we gathered, we should be able to return home.

Y/N-02(?): About time, I was starting to think that I might as well jump off a cliff here to end it quicker.

Y/N-25(?): Yea, can't wait to go back.

Y/N: Well, looks like your ticket home is here.

Canon Y/N: Yea... back to my place...

The duo joined the others celebrating their victory, leaving behind the remaining librarians who were in the middle of having a mental overload from everything they experienced today. Zophia was now on her 7th bottle.

Y/N: Everyone, as much as I would have liked to say that it was nice to meet all of you, let's all be honest, it wasn't in the slightest. You were all a fucking pain in the ass and I'm sure the feeling is mutual for each and everyone of you.

Most nodded in return.

Y/N: Thankfully, this ordeal is finally reaching its end. Now, with a bit of concentration...

The original Y/N closed his eyes for a moment and snapped his fingers. At first, the room was completely silent but that lack of noise came to an end once a tear in space formed itself. Its creator reopened his eyes afterwards.

Y/N: To make sure that no time fuckery can occur after this disaster of a chapter, your memories of visiting an alternate world will vanish from your mind. You will be back to where you were before arriving here, with no feelings of deja vu. We don't need a paradox on top of this messy shitpost.

Hod: ...So none of them will remember anything.

Zophia: God I wish I could forget this shitty day, lucky them.

Cereb: I wish someone would finally bandage my wounds... how am I even still alive?

One by one, the many Y/N copies began to make their way through the exit created for them. Some sent each other some prayers or lighthearted comments while other gave each other one final punch in the face before jumping in the portal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, everything returned to a normal state. In the room, only a singular Y/N was present alongside the librarians who witnessed what had unfolded today: an actual brainfuck.

Y/N: ...I feel like I've experienced the longest stroke in my life. This is by far the dumbest fucking chapter to have ever been created.

Yuri: At least you're self-aware.

A yawn slipped out from Angela's assistant's lips. Now that they were all back to "normalcy", the ex-employee stretched out his arms and legs before running to the exit. Confused by this, one of the assistants asked where he was going.

Y/N: Now that this all done, I'm gonna go tell Angela that I make a better & less backstabby secretary, she's gonna lose it!

Roland: ...You really don't have any self-preservation.

Y/N: Nope, I threw that out the window a long time ago in exchange for 4th wall breaking powers. See ya!

Without letting anyone else the time to ask any questions, the worker closed the door and sprinted back to the top with a single purpose in mind.

All on their own, the group who was forced to witness forbidden knowledge & thoughts swiftly collapsed. Now that everything was over, their brains simply couldn't keep up and unplugged themselves, making sure to also discard everything they've seen for their sake.

One last thought floated in their empty minds.

"Fuck this, I'm done."

(As you can probably tell, this is by far the most feverish idea I've ever thought SO FAR in one of my many 3 AM sleep deprived idea searches. I do not understand anything of what I've written nor WHY I thought it was a good idea.

It's gonna be a mystery for both all of you readers and me, the author. The only one who knows the truth is 3 AM sleep deprived author and no one else.)