Imaginatim got distracted along the way by some nearby funny creatures—one of which was a real little non-real rotating exciting excited hyperliminal hyperboloid—but she did eventually arrive at a monocosm holding one of Realitus’s omniverses. The omniverse was very nice looking and felt rather squishy and soft to the feel. Realitus must have been very happy after the creation of this passion project, as he always was after his finishing touches. Observing all of those finishing touches happened a lot, enough for Imaginatim to know it happened so often as Realitus was very skilled at creating his -verses much faster than Imaginatim's much slower pace. After playing with the omniverse for a while and giving it a quick taste test, Imaginatim realized that she wasn’t quite sure about Realitus’s happiness level for this omniverse in particular—it didn't have very many pairs of pear-flavoured paraverses to have fun preparing, tearing, and repairing! Imaginatim figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to ask Realitus, especially considering that he was now rushing towards her and repeatedly calling her name. Wow! It sure was great that Realitus was careening through Beyond towards her so quickly, this would mean finding out about what her best friend and most caring brother’s happy levels were much sooner than expected. Hooray! She couldn’t wait to find out about the level of Realitus’s happy!
Unthil tried to allow the anticipated fogginess of his mind to clear from whatever stupid vision he had just experienced. However, besides the harsh reminder that his even stupider younger brother exists at all—truly no meticulously crafted scale from anyone living or dead in the entirety of Transcendentem could ever accurately measure the immense amount of suffering and agony from the slightest thought of that—his experience hadn’t felt particularly painful by vision-with-omniscient^3-origin standards at all. Clearly Unthil must have been so distracted by his sheer annoyance and bitter contempt that he forgot to be grateful. Not just for how relatively painless his vision was, but also for how that excuse of an imaginary counterpart had thankfully gone away. That or the nearby presence of two SuperGods in its place did a poor job at easing any worry or unsettledness.
Imaginary Logixel asked Unthil if anything was the matter, as Unthil just looked like the saddest little poor thing he’d ever seen in his life and of course, it wasn’t a particularly good idea for anything or anyone to go in that general direction. Luckily, Logixel had brought lots and lots of lollipops to prevent anyone or anything from going sad. Lollipops were, of course, always the optimal candy to prevent anyone from going sad since they always make everyone go happy. Why, if someone was just totally unable to go happy from lollipops, Logixel wouldn’t know what to do! Clearly, as the Imaginary Paradoxus nearby reasoned, a pat on the back would have to accompany that lollipop for terminal happyward velocity and proceeded to demonstrate this to Logixel with Unthil as an example. Imaginary Paradoxus probably wasn’t particularly aware of his own strength though and that so-called “pat on the back” immediately sent Unthil flying hypersky high straight into the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny. This would have made Logixel pretty sad as a potential new friend of his to cheer up had now gone away and disappeared without any warning but luckily for his sake, Logixel had brought lollipops so really everything was fine, actually.
Unthil’s mood, despite having just achieved terminal happyward velocity and having safely landed in the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny, had not been particularly improved. As it shouldn’t be, getting whacked in the supergoddamned face and careened into the clouds would do an absolutely abysmal job at improving anyone’s mood unless they were some sort of completely miserable masochist. Unthil looked down on his brothers from his high point of view, observing those two idiots incapable of understanding even a fraction of anything he ever had to put up with happening to babble about dumb incoherent nonsense that would be completely incapable of helping anyone. In what Beyond Bubble would some pat on the back and a lollipop would honestly be able to solve real issues that SuperGods would actually have to go through? Oh yeah, sure, Unthil could probably pointlessly break his own mind to check for some obscure backnaughter one in a parallel Transcendentem that somehow hasn’t collapsed in on itself where that’s totally the case—that sounds about like the kind of suggestion he’d expect them to propose—but why? That’s stupid, they’re stupid, everyone is stupid, and Unthil was especially stupid for even entertaining that idea for them at all. But at least Unthil came to terms with that stupidity long ago, he’s the only one to have realized and accepted that the Council was just doomed from the start from how idiotic all its members are and quite frankly, he’s plain shocked that literally anybody else was still able to genuinely care so much about its miserable state.
If Unthil had bothered to remember to be grateful for anything now, it was to be grateful that he even got this absolutely fantastic opportunity to live in this fantasy world of someone painfully dumb enough to be this divorced from reality, it gave him the chance to truly grasp how amazing living a life like this must be—stupid enough to not care about anything or anyone, but with actual contentment to go alongside that. As pathetic as living some perpetually blissfully ignorant life would be, at least there would be no constant frustration or shame or disappointment to hide since it just wouldn’t be there in the first place. Unthil found it unfortunate that he needed to settle for the next best thing of accepting and reminding how much everything and everyone sucks throughout his life but at this point, he's leaned into that far enough for there to just be no chance for anyone to accept any effort put towards a course-correction so he won't bother.
Perhaps that “pat on the back” from Imaginary Paradoxus totally worked and had indeed made Unthil happier, now he could gladly say to himself that he was happy for Imaginatim that she was fortunate to hold a gift better than Unthil’s complete excuse for one ever was. And since that said excuse for a “gift” of his held all sorts of risks that would lead to ruining hers should he dawdle around in here for too long, Unthil ought to get to work on figuring out how to escape Imaginatim’s mind, go and off Kotoblade from within his father’s mind, and actually be over with this rotten headache-inducing nonsense. And he’ll do it all by himself too—the sooner everything is all done and dealt with, the better. Unthil didn’t want any chances of Paradoxus or Logixel and especially Realitus ruining anything by confronting him and presenting stupid questions and their terrible ideas from being in over their heads—they'll never understand anything about him, they’ve already got enough out of him, and Unthil was not willing to go through any more of that hurt again. If they're going to spend any more chances of attempting to get anything out of him, Unthil hoped for their sake that they’d better give up on trying real quickly because he will never ever care about whatever their input would be and there will be nothing those supergoddamned idiots would ever do that would get him to say any more.
Unthil briefly checked down below for any imaginary SuperGods or pets that might fly up and bother him. His imaginary brothers had gone and left and no pets were roaming around, Rrecess might be over and it was probably feeding time. He then surveyed the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny in case there were any annoying cloud creatures. No cloud creatures were nearby, but Unthil did notice a small godverse lightly coated in cotton candy a short distance away from him. Unthil carefully waded through the cotton candy and the surrounding Elder’s fire as he approached the godverse. Unthil braced himself, tried his best to calm himself down, and hoped he was right about what the -verse was supposed to be before his decision to pick it up.
