The Al-Ternate Universes Part 2/Brotherly Hate

***Brotherly Hate*** is the first part of *The Al-Ternate Universes Part 2*.

## Plot

The silhouette of Negative Way Big reflected in Alan's eyes, as Alexis' grip on his shoulder tightened.

"...You're supposed to be dead."

Surrounded with catastrophic damage of a great majority of the city of Charlotte, with Yellowtrix Alan's bleeding remains sprawled outwards on the ground before the two, partially obscured underneath the massive shadow of the To'kustar transformation, whilst Devin, Mason, Fly, and the rest of the others watched from the sidelines with looks of horror and confusion across their faces. The extremely exhausted Al-Ternate counterpart of Richard himself, still held in Mason's arms after narrowly hitting his head on the concrete, slowly regained consciousness and arched his head up towards the looming presence standing them, gasping and wheezing heavily after just barely managing to save everyone from the now deceased Colortrixes unleashing their wrath upon them.

"Surprised that you hadn't actually seen the last of me, aren't you?" Negative Way Big extended his arms outwards, almost giddy at the sight of the defeated plastered across his brother's bruised and battered face. "Even better, it seems that I came in at the perfect time! You're finally done making quite the mess with these... whatever they were supposed to be, hue-shifted versions of yourself?"

"Who... *is that?*" Richard (1799.R) tried standing on his feet, although his near-total overexertion caused him to nearly stumble over and fall onto his knees, which although still determined to transform at a moment's notice despite being unsure how to approach such a situation with being too weak to even stand on his own, a terrified Mason immediately held him backwards.

"That's exactly who you think it is." Mason whispered to him, seemingly all he needed to tell him.

"*I left you bleeding out... I made sure you couldn't transform anymore...*" Alan stammered out in fear. "*...How could you possibly have...*"

"Indeed, you did both of those things, and as much I wanted to blatantly deny it then, while I could feel everything fading into nothingness, the last thing I can see being what still remained of my pathetic failure of a partner, it was only then did rescue finally come for me." The transformed Richard (1799.R) elaborated on his mysterious survival after he was left for dead inside another world without any means of returning back himself. "It was a harsh few months, but to think I didn't have to spend it alone, especially after finding out that I was still being looked out for, even after you thoroughly trampled over everything I had worked for there! Obedience, subordination, compliance, those were the only prices I had to pay to my *little birdie friend*."

The stunned Alan's expression dropped further, immediately understanding who exactly was responsible for Richard narrowly escaping the clutches of death by just the skin of his teeth, none other than Raven Branwen herself. Clenching his gauntlet shut and extending his right arm back as a signal for Alexis to take this opportunity to make a run for it, she hesitated but made no attempt at refusal, and soon, only the two brothers remained on the battlefield, not including what was left of Yellowtrix Alan after his heroic counterpart had laid waste to him.

Negative Way Big took a single step forward. "I've returned from the grave for you, brother, and I believe you know what my intentions are. I've had nothing but time to think about my failures, how I can rectify them, but most importantly how this very moment would play between the two of us."

Alan instinctually activated the Stabilized Simplicitrix and quickly scrolled through numerous aliens, before eventually landing on Mongilla's hologram.

"You're supposed to be dead. This time, I'll make sure you're dead."

Just mere minutes earlier, located on the rooftops of an abandoned office building across the entire city away from the others, Drahcir nearly tripped over his own feet while frantically pacing back and forth, all the while complaining about unorganized their mission has been to the rest of his remaining Al-Ternate accomplices, if not altogether since the others weren't necessarily alive anymore. Society Alan, currently using his Lapentande form, uses his binocular vision to keep a lookout, which although not the sharpest image due to the sheer proximity away from them, soon discovers the failure of the Colortrixes upon discovering what was clearly the remains of Whitetrix Alan and Bluetrix Alan, as very little was left of Blacktrix Alan after his postmortem antimatter explosion, and Yellowtrix Alan was partially submerged under wreckage. Society Binoculears scowled in disappointment upon finding out the cost of their temporary retreat, and reluctantly informed the others.

"We could have turned this battle in our favor if we had just managed to stick with the original plan and separate each of them, but instead you imbeciles decided that we should let those color-coded morons do our job for us, and now look at what has become of them, now just reduced to pieces scattered TO THE WIND!" Drahcir paced around in frustration, loudly ranting and stamping his feet like he was on the verge of a full-grown tantrum, although his feelings weren't at all reciprocated in the slightest, with an annoyed Emo Alan silently mocking him by flapping his hand up and down to mimic the movement of his mouth.

"OH, DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOMEHOW COMEDIC, EMO, *THAT* ALL OF OUR SUPPORT HAS BEEN KILLED?!" Drahcir immediately pointed out his arrogant mockery and put him on full blast.

"Pfft... yeah, and I'm sorry, which of them died to make you our leader?" Emo Alan half-ignored his reprimanding with another dismissive wave. "That could have been us, you know."

"THAT COULD HAVE BEEN THE ONES THAT WE ALL CAME HERE FOR! WE COULD HAVE ALREADY BEEN DONE NOW IF WE STUCK TO THE- *URK!*" Drahcir angrily scolded him, although was interrupted out of nowhere as the four gloved hands of a transformed Scavenger Alan clasped around his neck and pinched his throat shut, lifting him up into the air before aggressively throwing him onto the ground nearby.

"ENOUGH!" Warmonger loomed over Drahcir as he embarrassedly pushed himself up and rubbed his throat in pain, before the former reverted back to his human form in a dark blue flash. "When you finally decide to look beyond your obsession towards defeating your Alan, your Richard, whoever they may be, then you will realize the others were in fact nothing more than expendable pawns. Their purpose wasn't to obtain victory for us, but to cause as much damage as destruction until outliving their usefulness. It doesn't matter if any of them were to come back with us, dead or alive. Their assistance is why we're still standing strong now, while meanwhile, those 'heroes' are on their last leg, and the moment that they give out and collapse, is the moment we strike again."

Whilst the others argued with one another, Weaponized Alan finally deactivated Jury Rigg's powers, seemingly having finally mended the dismembered body parts of Zombified Alan back together again, although the moment which the absent-minded corpse took a step forward, he immediately came undone and fell to pieces once more, which would have exasperated the Al-Ternate if it weren't for the fact that he was completely devoid of any emotion. As Drahcir and Scavenger Alan were practically wringing each other's necks over their contrasting beliefs how everything should have gone, Society Binoculears loudly cleared his throat to interrupt their scuffle, as Scavenger Alan begrudgingly let go of Drahcir and stepped forth to observe what was so important now, seeing the oncoming arrival of several military vehicles and tanks coming over the horizon.

"It appears we have company." Drahcir commented as he readjusted his collar and dusted himself off.

"Well, shit, can't have the feds ruin all our fun!" Emo Alan immediately joined them with an ecstatic look uncharacteristic of his gloomy personality, pulling back his sleeve and revealing the dark brown Simplicitrix on his wrist in preparation to finally have some fun again.

"We truly do live in a society." Society Binoculears smirked, transforming back in a bright green flash.

"Yeah, but most of the citizens of this city don't anymore." Scavenger Alan responded with a sinister expression, before gesturing forth Weaponized Alan, now dragging along a hastily reassembled Zombified Alan behind him by the ankle.

In multicolored flashes of light one after another, Lytcadortsa fully extended his jetpack glider and propelled himself through the air, Society Chemarro loaded his gun and fired a gravity bullet that blasted him off the rooftops, Oceanfury launched himself with pressurized streams of bright blue water from his clawed hands, WhackFibian flew through the air with electrical currents trailing behind him, Zombified Ghostfreak phased straight through a billboard he nearly crashed through in his haste, and Weaponized Alan sprouted Big Chill's wings from his backside and flew after the rest of them.

Slamming him straight through the ruins of several buildings and houses, Mongilla wrestled Negative Way Big with all his strength, with the two gigantic aliens momentarily forced into a standstill until the latter managed to force one of his arm blades against the roof of his mouth, prying him off before grabbing him by the tail and swinging him against the ground, leaving behind increasingly intense destruction in their wake. Negative Way Big slammed his foot onto Mongilla's back, breaking several of his dorsal fins in the process, and slowly grabbed hold of a massive chunk of rubble with the intent to bludgeon him, although was halted by the latter charging up his intact fins and releasing a massive beam of liquid poison projected from his mouth, concentrating it enough for it to push himself up with its propulsive force and violently whip the back of his head against Negative Way Big's face, scarring him with his sharp fins and sending him tumbling backwards. Mongilla furiously roared and descended upon his adversary with thrashing jaws, although failed to bite his armor again and was subsequently kicked off.

Back on the ruined streets below, after being offered chi courtesy of Alexis to restore his stamina, Richard (1799.R) was engulfed within a red flash from his recharged Simplicitrix, shrinking into a small frog-like alien with two-tone bright blue skin and a large rounded stomach, who opened up his mouth and unleashed several prehensile tongues that swallowed whole whatever heaps of debris he could find around him, before spewing out his stomach bombs and blasting his way through the maze of fallen buildings, allowing them to retreat further from the unfolding battle between the two brothers. Khal Raztack held onto Alan's allies with each of his arms, making sure they wouldn't be left behind, while Fly grabbed Upchuck (1799.R) and lifted him up higher into the air, vomiting more explosive projectiles and exploding more rubble blocking their path. The sound of rolling tank treads soon alerted them, as armored patrol cars scouted out in search of any survivors, although few were found, and even fewer alive, before explosive belching suddenly caught their attention, drawing rifles and heavy artillery towards the sight of Upchuck (1799.R) stepping through his improvised route towards safety, surprised at the sight of essentially an entire army standing before him.

"Whoa, about time! Just to think things weren't going to get-"

"***IT'S A RED!!!*** ***FIRE AT THE RED!!!***"

Immediately unleashing hell at the first sight of the surprised Gourmand transformation, Diamond Zero instinctually leapt before him and protected him with the formation of an incredibly tall crystalline barrier between before being thoroughly riddled with holes despite his exhaustion, momentarily leaving Upchuck (1799.R) in complete and utter shock, unable to react in time himself, let alone finish his sentence.

"Believe me when I say they are in fact here to help us. They're just a lot more concerned with anyone who has a big red hourglass somewhere on their person." Fly elaborated, before Upchuck (1799.R) groaned out in annoyance, wriggling free of his grip and smacking down on the aforementioned symbol on his stomach. Levitating above the crystal shield with magnetic force-fields blocking their continuous gunfire, Lodestar (1799.R) extended his claws outwards, instantly stripped the weaponry from the soldiers' hands, and tossed them up into the air as a diversion, which although stopped the armed men from gunning them down, did nothing in regards to the tank slowly affixing its barrel upwards into the air towards them. Despite realizing too late again, as the resulting blast sent him soaring backwards, instead of pieces of lodestone left completely scattered everywhere, The Worst (1799.R) laid sprawled backwards on the asphalt, heaving in pain as large pieces of shrapnel slowly popped out of his uninjured fat thanks to his unbreakable skin. Kalastaa scooped up the smoldering Atrocian and joined the others as they fled during the commotion.

"Okay, now I REALLY meant to use someone else that time."

"***DON'T LET THE RED GET AWAY!!!***"

With one of the soldiers finally grabbing onto the nearest gun and pointing it after them, the sounds of electrical sparking and agonizing screaming took the other armed men by surprise, as slowly phasing straight through the writhing soldier and burning a hole through him, WhackFibian extended out his tentacles and electrocuted several of them. Attempting to return fire on the unknown Simplicitrix wielder, neither a Red nor a Cyan, one of the soldiers was suddenly dragged by the ankles into an nearby alleyway by several striped tentacles, followed by an enormous blood splatter, while another one was grabbed by the neck by an energy whip that lifted him into the air. Another soldier stepped backwards and began reloading his rifle, bumping straight into an invisible being that revealed itself as Weaponized Alan, who ignored the barrel pointed in his face, breaking it with a twist of his wrist, before extending his other hand and expelling a wave of ignited methane that engulfed and set them ablaze.

"This is so far off from what we were instructed to do!" Lytcadortsa continued to whine, cracking his energy whip and sending the soldier helplessly hanging from it flying through the air from doing so. Zombified Ghostfreak transformed into his Loboan form in a gray flash of light, unleashing a sonic howl that launched back and toppled over the nearby patrol vehicles, while a maniacally laughing Society Chemarro exhaled into one of his syringes, filling it with a thick purple gas, that he launched upwards and fired out of the air with an explosive bullet, creating a large explosion of poisonous gas upon several soldiers, who immediately began choking and suffocating in its radius.

"You cannot deny that you aren't enjoying yourself even the SLIGHTEST bit!" Society Chemarro responded between his crazed fits of laughter.

"This is still SUPPOSED to be a serious mission, but anything that gets us back on track." Lytcadortsa squawked back.

One of the injured soldiers pulling out a grenade and yanking the pin, Weaponized Alan teleported in front of them within an electrical flash, with his eyes taking on a hypnotic swirl that manipulated them into tossing the live explosive at his feet, while Oceanfury sprayed water across the street, before an excited WhackFibian applied the tips of his electrified tentacles against the water, causing everyone to go up in sparks, as the tank driver, protected underneath its heavy armor, turned the barrel towards them, only for the former to transform into Digital Fusion and technologically fuse with the tank, which began uncontrollably turning itself around and firing off upgraded shells in every direction imaginable, destroying virtually everything and anything in its radius, prompting a chorus of laughter and cheer from all the others, minus Drahcir, as the transformed Scavenger Alan singlehandedly outdid them all. Eventually unmerging from the tank and opening up the hatch, Zombified Blitzwulf leapt onto the top of the tank and dove headfirst into the opened hatch in order to take care of its driver.

"Have you all had your fill?" Lytcadortsa descended from above, retracting his whips and whips, before reverting back into his human form. "I know you lunatics can't get enough of your mindless slaughter after all."

"You're such a fucking buzzkill, and to think they sought you out personally." WhackFibian and his apathetic personality returned again in response to their party pooper attitude, while a blood-soaked Zombified Blitzwulf slowly stepped back out and leapt onto the ground below, currently helping himself to some leftovers.

WIP.

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"Well, if you want me to, I can go into much greater detail about how you won't achieve your goals through killing every single person you see." Drahcir again butted heads with the transformed Emo Alan, who similarly transformed back in preparation to personally throw hands with his sour-faced partner in crime.

"Who the fuck died and made you the fun police, asshole?"

"Oh, only the Colortrixes. As we speak, you're probably stepped in Blue's brains right now."

"Are you still assuming that I was supposed to actually give a crap about those dense fucking idiots?"

"There's a lot of things you seemingly can't be bothered to care about, so admit it, you NEVER cared about this mission!"

"It's not my fault your tiny walnut-sized brain stops functioning if you don't obsess over your nemesis every few seconds."

"Go ahead! Admit what you're thinking right now! You haven't actually cared about this mission since the very beginning!"

"Oh, yeah? Make me, Mr. Palindrome. Go on. *Make. Me.*" Emo Alan got in Drahcir's face and urged him to try and push his luck, although without any anticipated reaction, slowly proceeded to turn around and began walking away from him.

"You see, Scavenger? Society? He can't even do it himself. It's marvelous he's lasted this long even though he needs someone to hold his hand for every decision he has to make." Drahcir confidently folded his arms, only for Emo Alan to suddenly spin around on a dime and punch him straight across the face, prompting the other to kick him square in the chest in retaliation, with the two breaking out in an old-fashioned sparring match, all the while the spectating Oceanfury transformed back into his human form and facepalmed in annoyance. Weaponized Alan extended one of his hands and channeled Pesky Dust's sleep dust through his fingers, only for Society Alan to grab his forearm and signify him that it wasn't worth it, rather preferring to see them get over it themselves,