Back in New Ottawa, Tempest had been spending the day with they're Uncle.
Kid, you've certainly got a nice place!
Thanks. I couldn't have done it without help.
I doubt that. Life is a rollercoaster, either you have your hands up, or you're clinging on for dear life.
Tempest laughed as Kett and Spencer arrived back home.
Tempest! Uncle!
Hey Squirt, how was school?
It was a blast!
How is everything with the Archduke?
He's pissed that I challenged him.
Meaning?
I plan on bringing Constitution into this. We need to make certain that we have a plan. Would you mind watching Kett with my Uncle? I have to run and see Juno.
Can do. Dinner will be ready when you get back.
Tempest leaves the house, hopping in the Autowa and rushes over to Juno's lab. As they arrive, Juno is outside with Constitution who was moving the Supercollider.
Tell me we're ready to fire.
We are! I just need to hook up the power source and we'll be all set!
As Juno connected the last few cables, the collider fired on it's own, ripping and tearing at the fabric of reality. As the world strained, it was as if worlds collided, shattering what once was their stable damaged reality. As the collider finally powered down, Juno and Tempest looked around, there was nothing out of the ordinary all over town. Not a single thing was different. Everyone was still going about their days as if nothing had changed.
Meanwhile, the Ottawan forces in the Poconos stood up and looked around, at first glance nothing had changed. However, off in the distance, a blackened orb fell from the sky. There were people falling with it, all of them looking to be from the medieval-fantasy section of the world. Except it wasn't. Ottawa Yujin was the black orb. Bash's wendigo skull attacked to the orb, bat like ears appeared on the top of his head, his skin was blackened and he wasn't able to speak yet. As he hit the ground, the Ottawans surrounded his friends.
Where did these guys come from?
Idk, but see if we can't find the orb that feel with them.
As the cryptid stood up, it sensed another nearby, rushing towards everyone. In a mangled and damaged voice, it yelled out as it dove in front of them.
HOWLER GET DOWN!
Before anyone could react, the other cryptid howled at them, the noise locking the cryptid that warned them in place. His ear laid flat on his head as the soundwaves hit him. The Ottawans gunned the howler down then turned to the cryptid.
Just what the hell are you?
P-Pat? It's me.... The Ghost of Ottawa.
Lies, the Ghost was killed. Try again.
Morgan stepped forwards. That is Ottawa Yujin, he looks different now, but that's him.
Pat dropped his rifle, remembering back to his dream. Tempest was there, Nolan, himself and... Ottawa Yujin... otherwise known to his as....
Ghost?! You're alive?! How is this possible?
I am not sure, but I am certain that whatever happened here is responsible.
Pat and the others looked at the Ghost. His face was covered with the Wendigo's skull, and his red-tipped ears matched his gaunt looking red eyes.
Shit Pat, we ain't got a Ghost, that there is the Cryptid of Ottawa.
Damn right, and it is good to have him back. Radio Bubba and have him meet us in Ottawa. Tell him its urgent.