Main heaved himself to the edge of the platform and dangled his feet over the edge. One of the Anonymous members patted him on the back in consolation. While the Anonymous clustered together in deep conversation, Nemesis and Buttercup continued talking. The purple-haired fiend flew about the console like a master hacker.

 "Hm," Nemesis said. "Based on these calculations, to prevent chaos befalling the reality we step into, we'll have to find a dimension in which we are all deceased."

"That'll stop the general unraveling of time and space?" Buttercup asked.

"It should. Somehow, no matter the Timeline, Main always survives the longest - which I wholly believe is protagonist bias," Nem said. "Though I must admit, I do like the idea of watching Main die," His fingers blurred as he hacked away at the console. "Aha- here we go. This one should be good."  

"Is this really necessary?" Main asked. "I've died-but-not-died so often, I'm almost afraid that I'm on Teen Wolf."

Buttercup shuddered. "Surely not, that would be much worse." 

*

"This is the only satisfaction I'll ever feel," Nemesis shot back. "So yes, we're going to watch Main die."  

The portal unfurled directly in front of Main's moping, opening onto the scene of the Global Warming conference. Again. Main felt a piqued sense of deja vu. 

 Interrupting the obligatory dance number, the double doors burst open, and Humperdink and the Typo came rushing through into the hall. Buttercup snorted.

*

  Main watched, transfixed, as his other-dimensional-self stuttered, traumatized by the graphic combination chest hair and red demon of death. The Prince and Typo advanced.

Helena threw her shoe at the other-dimensional Main. But to no avail. The Prince was gaining rapidly, any second now he'd reach the stuttering Main. Main looked over to the other-dimensional Bevan, waiting for him to call out, to rouse him from his stupor. But this Bevan said nothing. Main's heart wrenched a little; the Bevan in this dimension wouldn't even risk his life for him. 

Still frozen in place, the Prince sprinted up to the traumatized Main. Without warning, he dived dramatically at a ninety degree angle. The Typo barreled into him. 

Main gulped. He as watched his other-dimensional self exploded. Bits of him splattered everywhere, along with the Typo, which fountained into blazing red sparks, and was no more. He felt ill.

"Nemesis," the Anonymous members chanted, coming out of their conference. "You are hereby banished from Anonymous, for disclosing your identity."

*

"Ha!" Main said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

Nemesis nodded stoically. He looked between himself and Buttercup, grinning as though he had just won some ultimate battle. "So be it. I consider this the more heroic option."

"This isn't over yet, Nem." Main swung his legs idly through the portal. "So now we go back in?"

"Yes, now's fine," Nemesis gloated.

It's not fine. Main thought, pushing himself from the platform. He felt remarkably like an empty toothpaste tube, with all of his substance squeezed out. What use was he to anyone without that? Who wanted an empty toothpaste tube, anyway?