Yaxoc and Yaxocara woke up with groans, shaking off a strange sense of unease.
"Ugh, what is this feeling?" Yaxoc muttered, rubbing his temples.
"What's going on, Yaxoc?" Yaxocara asked groggily, yawning as she adjusted her tin pot.
Yaxoc grabbed his device, his expression instantly hardening. "A new variant is coming."
"Then let's not waste time!" Yaxocara exclaimed, snapping to attention and securing her tin pot.
The duo hurried outside, the tension between them palpable.
"Do you know the coordinates?!" Yaxocara shouted as they sprinted through the city streets.
"No clue, but I feel it's this way!" Yaxoc pointed left into a shadowy alleyway.
"If we get lost, I'm actually going to kill you!" Yaxocara barked, clearly skeptical.
"I accept those terms!" Yaxoc replied, grinning as he charged ahead.
After weaving through alleys and narrow streets for several minutes, they stumbled upon a gruesome scene—several saviors lying defeated while a sinister figure loomed over them.
"That… isn't good," Yaxocara said, narrowing her eyes.
The figure looked almost identical to Yaxoc, but his bloodstained face and sharp red knife gave him an eerie, menacing edge.
"Looks like the type of guy who'd pick the 'genocide route' without hesitation," Yaxoc quipped, unable to resist a joke.
Yaxocara scanned the figure with her device, her eyebrows raising. "This variant comes from Universe 9999999. Codename: Genocide Yaxoc. Guess you're right. He loves going full genocide route."
Genocide Yaxoc turned toward them, his cruel smile revealing his malicious intent. "Two left," he said, his voice dripping with malice.
"Ugh, that's the smile of a demon," Yaxoc groaned, readying his stance.
"He's insane if he thinks that's intimidating," Yaxocara muttered, taking her own fighting stance.
The fight erupted as Genocide charged forward, his knife slashing through the air.
Yaxoc deftly blocked the initial strikes, analyzing his opponent's movements. "So, he relies on rapid slashes."
"Seems like it," Yaxocara confirmed as she dashed forward, landing a solid punch to Genocide's face.
"Nice job!" Yaxoc called, following up with a kick to Genocide's chest.
Genocide staggered but only laughed. "You'll need more than that to take me down."
He raised his knife, unleashing a flurry of 50 slashes that tore through the air with deadly precision.
"Fast!" Yaxoc shouted as he and Yaxocara narrowly dodged the barrage.
"Those slashes don't just cut—they erase everything!" Yaxocara yelled, her eyes wide with alarm.
Yaxoc darted in, aiming for Genocide's back, but the variant spun around, meeting Yaxoc's kick with a brutal clash that sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
Genocide retaliated with a relentless barrage of strikes. Yaxoc narrowly dodged each one before countering with a spinning kick.
"You're not Itadori, moron!" Yaxocara shouted, rushing in to land another powerful punch to Genocide's jaw, sending him crashing into a nearby building.
Genocide groaned as he stood up, his expression shifting to something far darker. "You leave me no choice."
His body began to transform, his aura becoming a swirling embodiment of hate and rage.
"That… that looks like the literal embodiment of hate," Yaxoc muttered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"I think he's even stronger than that Dark Yaxoc we fought," Yaxocara added, bracing herself.
Genocide's newfound power surged as he charged, landing a devastating blow that sent the duo flying through multiple buildings.
"AGH! HE'S STRONG!" Yaxoc shouted, groaning as he struggled to stand.
"That bastard!" Yaxocara yelled, forcing herself to her feet despite the pain.
"Yaxocara, DON'T—" Yaxoc started, but a massive slash ripped through the air at immeasurable speed.
Thinking quickly, Yaxocara teleported herself and Yaxoc to safety as the attack obliterated the jewelry store they had landed near, along with several skyscrapers.
Genocide grinned, unaware they had escaped. "Two eliminated," he sneered.
"Not so fast," Yaxoc said from behind him.
Genocide froze. "What the—?!"
"Your existence revolves around one thing—power," Yaxoc said, his voice calm but firm. "Your determination might be admirable, but even determination has limits."
Yaxoc began charging a purple blast in his palm. "This ends here. Imaginary Magic: PURPLE!"
Genocide smirked, his body beginning to move again. "You really think you can stop me?"
Yaxoc's eyes widened. "How?!"
"I've seen your tricks, savior. They won't work on me!" Genocide yelled, unleashing a devastating attack. "Dimensional Cutting Slash!"
The two attacks collided in an earth-shattering explosion, forming a massive supernova that shook even the House of Memories.
"RUN, YAXOCARA!" Yaxoc shouted as he bolted.
"GOT IT!" Yaxocara yelled, following close behind.
Genocide stood at the heart of the chaos, watching the clash. "So, this is the power of imagination…"
The supernova erupted, consuming everything in its radius. When the light faded, Genocide Yaxoc was gone.
Yaxoc and Yaxocara returned to survey the destruction as Yaxoc's imagination magic began repairing the damage.
"Looks like your imagination magic is our best weapon against these variants," Yaxocara noted.
"Yeah. Didn't even need Artificial Magic this time," Yaxoc replied with a grin.
"Let's head back. Hopefully, Marcus, Moonlight, and Luna are waiting for us," Yaxocara said.
"Agreed. Let's go," Yaxoc said, the two walking off into the horizon.
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Meanwhile, in the 9th dimension within the House of Memories, Xavy felt the tremor ripple through the realm. The once-serene halls quivered, and the usually calm orbs of memories trembled as the shockwave's energy coursed through the dimension.
"Great, some idiot just shook our dimension," Xavy groaned, standing up from his chair and dusting himself off.
Nearby, one of the memory fragments, a young-looking figure with the name Atlan, approached him. "What's wrong, bruh? You look annoyed."
"I'm checking to see how that shockwave affected our dimension... and possibly the others," Xavy replied, his tone exasperated.
Another memory fragment, Liski, who always seemed to have an opinion, floated into view. "Uh, I'm pretty sure that shockwave didn't just stop here. It probably reached a few outerverses too, though I'm not entirely sure."
Atlan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "How are you not sure? Our dimension is higher than most outerverses, so if it shook us, then it definitely rattled them. It's basic logic."
"Oh really? That's a nice answer, Einstein," Liski retorted with dripping sarcasm, rolling her eyes.
Atlan shot back, "That's a funny way of using sarcasm. You practicing for a talent show?"
"Quit fighting, fragments," Xavy snapped, cutting off their bickering. "Although, you're right about one thing—the shockwave was strong enough to even shake our dimension. That alone speaks volumes about its power. But for now, let's leave it be."
As the fragments fell silent, Xavy's gaze shifted to another figure lounging in the corner, someone with a mischievous smirk plastered across his face: Jim.
"Jim," Xavy began sternly, "how many times have I told you to stop hopping into Sans AUs?"
Jim shrugged, clearly unbothered. "Oh, who cares? It's fun."
"You're not part of that mess, so stop sticking your nose in it," Xavy growled.
Jim rolled his eyes but remained unfazed. "Oh well. Guess I'll just hop into some different universes instead."
Turning his head, Jim called out to Fate, a fragment known for his control over dimensional rifts. "Hey, Fate! Slide me a couple of those handy-dandy portals for my pocket, will ya?"
Fate sighed, shaking his head but complying anyway. "Fine. But don't mess with Error 404 or the others this time. You're already on thin ice."
Jim grabbed the glowing portal fragments Fate handed over with a grin. "No worries. I totally won't trust! I mean... mess it up."
Before Xavy could scold him further, Jim opened one of the portals, giving a mocking salute before stepping through. The portal shimmered briefly before sealing itself shut.
Xavy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why do I even bother?"
Atlan smirked, watching the spectacle. "Guess some fragments are just built different."
Liski chimed in, "Built different or built stupid?"