Void Bo$$; Baby Evil

As one might have already guessed, especially from the actual story of Baby Evil itself, Ty-chan -- he who once was the Baby Evil -- still had command over the whole Traphouse through his remnant sin, known as the Baby Evil. He kept it there as punishment -- not for Baby Evil, who was wholly innocent, despite acting only in sin now, but for all who would ever be trapped in the Traphouse.

The eyes of malice that belonged to Ty-chan gazed from beyond the trapping dimensions of the dimension that contained the Traphouse in full isolation, Baby Evil in complete and total control, hidden somewhere within. With those who had sinned against Ty-chan and the Veritas definitely locked in the Traphouse without any form of escape, or even knowledge that this had been done, Ty-chan would observe the new playthings of his hatred, and he would play with them until they were beaten, broken, and destroyed... The same way he played with all his toys. In fact... He felt like he might as well get the nostalgia going off right, because he did miss his toys, no matter how many of them he actually completely destroyed in his playful nature.

"... This City Is A Traphouse," Ty-chan uttered. "... This World... Is A Traphouse," he went on. "And I...? I Am The One Playing With All The Creatures I Have Trapped Here In This World..." The way he spoke, his words seemed to hint at something beyond just the actual Traphouse he looked at. As it happened to be for the Tensei. "... Go, Mutilatey The Monkey." A flash of bright lightning from Ty-chan's eyes smote the ground of the Traphouse on a random level, and one of his childhood toys, a plush monkey with velcro hands and feet, and several cuts like those of scissors all about the entirety of its rendered body, and one eye missing, stood tall in a room. Silently. Patiently. "... Be Sure That They Know The Pain You Feel, Mutilatey The Monkey. Show Them The Pain... That We Have Felt." The monkey was given an array of sharp objects to be malicious with, whenever the time should so come.

Little known to all, Ty-chan was able to hold on to and intensify all his grudges and malice, and had done so for years nonstop. He would never ever let go, and whomever would be so unfortunate as to be sent to Ty-chan by the Ty-kun or Ty-sama or any other version of Tymon would suffer more greatly than ever, because Ty-chan was so very patient and malicious and hateful and spiteful and filled with begrudging power. He had relentless malice that still to this day hadn't cleared, and every day, someone or something was added to his list. That is what purpose this Traphouse also served -- a place for him to exact vengeance, and also to keep those whom he wished to exact vengeance upon until it was time. He would learn and study and gather all the information he needed just from watching in silence, as he'd done all his life, hating all things with malicious silence.

Yet, there were bits and pieces of breaks in that silent malice -- whispers of things that could be heard; unnerving truths that would break the minds and spirits of those who would be so unfortunate to be exposed to them for very long. Yes, he'd made the Traphouse seem like, on the surface, a very nice place to live... But that was only to give the illusion of comfort, to make it all the more sweet when he actually activated it. They would surely pay... And each whisper he sent down into that realm would initiate something, or be like a sharp and powerful sword of truth into their minds and souls... Before he'd find a way to make one pierce their flesh.

Ty-chan could sit around all. Day. And watch people he hated. Only to hate them more. Silently. Not seeking to correct them, but for them to continue to be more ungodly in his sight, that he may continually grow his hatred. As long as he could bear witness to them, none were safe from Ty-chan's wrath.

Even just a few truths were unnerving enough to put anyone who had any such knowledge on edge. And those who didn't were the prime targets. If those who did know and were trapped in the Traphouse before the new arrivals got there told them, it would be all to Ty-chan's masterful planning. He didn't need to do anything -- the frantic nature of those 'Filthings', as he called them, would stir them enough. He enjoyed just watching them panic. Watching them sin in vain. Trying to escape. And picking them off one by one... Because he liked it. And he was both bored and vengeful.

This is how he played, yet this was also how he expressed his loathing wrath. How he wanted to stomp on the Traphouse as it was, but Ty-chan was far more patient than one realized, waiting years and years and years, and even stunting his own growth as a person quite on purpose just so that he himself could have the satisfaction of destroying everyone and everything should the need arise, after watching them suffer for years, and having a hand in that suffering in very small (or large) portions. His anticipation grew, but he still remained still and quiet... Eyes burning.

An unknown fact about Tymon was that his emotions and feelings and such, after reaching a certain level, reproduced asexually -- all on their own. They needed no nourishment from either inner nor outer forces, and became perpetual energy, just like all things of the Sixth Restriction when perfected, even in negativity. And Ty-chan's negativity was equal only to his positivity, which was hidden under all the equally powerful negativity, never to be gotten to.

That said, Ty-chan would literally sit and ferment his own malice so that it would become even more potent the longer it had to sit, and all who even attempted to make it worse or to try to stop it without following the proper protocols would simply end up struck down by it in some fashion, because at any point, he could and would -only- =singularly= be thinking about all the things he could do to even just one person. Nonstop. Forever. Until he felt better.

In that regard, those who thought that lording a household over others would be the thing to do would find themselves stripped bare of their property, homeless and jobless, and ripe for Ty-chan to pick up off of the streets and put into a situation far worse... Because they had the nerve to even try to make Ty-chan's situation worse off at all. He would never forget, and he would never stop. That is who Ty-chan was, whether anyone actually knew that or not. He never told anyone, but he did always act on it. Always when it was time.

So, Ty-chan watched his little Filthings as they wandered around the surface layers of the Traphouse, carrying on in their sin and merriment of sin, none the wiser to the fact that he was watching them and gathering information and sending it to... The creature in the depths of the Traphouse, which was awaiting to be fed, and also to thereafter feed.

Baby Evil. The Baby Evil would feast on their sins and grow stronger... Strong enough to destroy them using every single sin, and none would be able to stop it.

Death was too easy for some. And also very boring. Once they were gone, what was left? No, they needed to suffer in, and cling to, life itself. Their lives needed to be hell on earth with Ty-chan being the greatest cause of it. They needed to love their lives enough to want to keep them, but hate them enough to not be able to endure a single day without some type of torturous pain grating them down. All to his pleasure.

Yes, life would indeed start off sweetly, and Ty-chan would feed them awful little sins to drink, so that they would partake of such temptation and sin against each other, and he could watch them do it, with knowledge they would take the bait. And hate them. Hate them with all that he was. Then, life would start to distort for them without their knowing, growing worse and worse all under the guise of their happiness and pleasures, searching and looking for those things every day, until the search took longer and longer, and the hope to get it became more fleeting. Until one day, there was nothing.

And on that day, when all hope seemed lost, Ty-chan would bless them with a -smidgen- of hope, so that they would -delude- themselves to continue on, all for his amusement, and he could further toy with them in malice. He didn't at all care how long it took -- the longer, the better. Or, rather, the longer, the worse, because he would surely just anger himself more and more the longer it took for them to be punished, or for them to make amends with him and repent their sins. That way, even if they did it in secret, it wouldn't matter, because they would still have to come to his face, even in the face of death.

As much as he hated the process of getting to this point, and how it required people to constantly sin against him, he truly did love the intoxication of being this malicious. He actually lived for it, and wanted to be this way, and wanted to dish out unrelenting suffering. He really did. But it was like having to cut the flesh -- painful and irritating to do, but once the blood was flowing, it became sweet to taste and feel.

Yes... The taste of the blood... Of those who deserve to die... And will be forced to live in suffering... As all whom had suffered are given power and honor and glory and fame and fortune. Since all such things were meaningless and worthless in the Traphouse, Ty-chan could grant such things to whomever he pleased, and whichever one of the Filthings he hated the most, he would search out those whom they hated most and bless them up, right in their faces, so that their hatred would become unbearable, and they would be broken in mind or spirit, as they tried so hard to do to him. And at any given moment, he could control those at the top to continually badger those he hated, until he himself got bored and toppled them over himself.

All without anyone knowing he was there, the one behind it all, behind all the events happening, commanding them all.

As it was protocol, over time, the thin patina of civility that was the Traphouse at its surface would eventually lead those who were new along with those who were old and had already been somewhat deeper inside into the innards of it, where they could see more sinister things, all done with intent, but without them knowing it was intentional. Things to damage their lives. Things to make them hurt themselves. Things to make them believe it was normal. That it was okay. It wasn't because someone wanted to keep them from getting to the top, or for anything material. It was all because someone =ABSOLUTELY HATED THEM=, but didn't want them to die.

So they would live in a living hell, and generations upon generations for all eternity would be born in and die in that cycle of hell, progressively making it worse on their own, with help from Ty-chan, who hated them so much, he felt like he would help them out if they started trying to get better. What did it matter? The Traphouse was a placeholder -- it didn't have any actual profitable value. Everything in their, including the economy, was a trap. Their currency meant nothing. Their fame, status, power, and whatever else meant something in there had no value beyond it, and never would. It was a place to corrupt them into something worse than what they were as a punishment. It was in no way a correctional facility, like perhaps the actual Hell of the Veritas was. This was a living hell meant for them to live alive in hell and further progress themselves deeper into hell whilst still being alive, fearing an even greater hell, which was indeed a correctional facility... That is, after this place forced them to sin so much that they'd live in the correctional facility for the rest of their days.

That was the true nature of the Traphouse. At least, for Ty-chan, anyway.

And it made him smile to know it. To be the cause of it. To be the one making it worse. To actually be the true cause. That alone was enough to give him such great joy, he felt like actually playing with them for real. And that meant...

It was time.

Now, it probably wasn't quite known that, at any given moment, when one sins in a place of no sin, they could have an Equivalent Exchange that would invert them to the point of equal status in hell, meaning they would be in just as worse a condition equal to what would be the height of their pinnacle in heaven.

That was actually irrelevant information, but that was only slipped out because Ty-chan really did hate you, and once he starts his podcast about how he actually hates everyone, and talks for hours, uploading video after video about how he really hates everyone, and people watch it because it's funny, not realizing the very consumers were the ones he talked about, it wouldn't be so funny. It actually would be hilarious.

He even would test that theory here in the Traphouse to see if it worked, but that was neither here nor there. What WAS here, however...

... *giggle*...

A wide, sharp, gleaming, malicious smile curled upon the face of Ty-chan looking on from beyond. His hatred had inverted itself into happiness, but because of the nature of a grudge, it still clung to its place in its negativity, all whilst allowing itself the pleasures of its positivity, fully embracing the entire spectrum on the scale whilst adhering to both good and evil simultaneously. So now he could enjoy his hatred, and in that enjoyment, it summoned...

???: "... Play..."

Every Filthing that already knew that whisper would be driven mad at just the sound, knowing for sure that something absolutely wretched was going to occur. They didn't know at all that they hadn't actually ever escaped with their lives like they'd like to have believed, but were spared so they could tell insane ramblings about their encounter, and also be amusing all the while in their insanity. That was why they were not dead -- not because they were clever or capable of survival. No, not at all. They were just allowed to live with the scraping of their lives.

???: "... Teeheeheehee~!"

It was so very fun to watch them make these futile plans, come up with all sorts of meaningless methods of counter, survival, or escape, just to be still trapped in the Traphouse, on the run from something that could get them at any given time, and only made them run in order to play. They could never confront it, and they could never defeat it, even if they tried. All they could do was anger it and make it worse, as plenty already knew, and some left alive would tell the tale of, still cowering and forever running. Yes, it was the one and only...

Baby Evil.

There were monitors in random places in the Traphouse -- just television screens meant for information and entertainment. Or, so it would seem. But of course, everything, most EVERYTHING in the Traphouse was a trap that had a dual purpose, as any trap could, and the actual true intention of these monitors was for Baby Evil to both see and be seen. On one that was once blaring sound, the soulless broken doll eye of Baby Evil, large upon the screen, gazed at them, unblinking, whilst they were not paying attention, lost in whatever they were doing. They shouldn't have even noticed that the sound from the television program wasn't there anymore. But once they did, the monitor would shift right back to the program, as if nothing happened, and as though there was some sort of interference with the signal that was promptly corrected.

As Ty-chan watched from beyond, he siphoned this information so that he could secrete it to the cosmos, so he could feed them with more sinful things to do to the masses, because the masses had irritated him to the point of doing such a thing, and teaching sinners to sin better and get away more, which thereby meant more punishment to the masses from them, with no one to help them, because they already didn't know half of the things that went on in the first place. "... Eat," Ty-chan commanded the Watchers, who were always waiting to feed from him the information he always so exuded. "... You Will Have My Pardon To Do The Things That I Do For A Time. Whatever I Teach You Here, You Are Allowed To Do For As Long As I Will Set The Time For. That Is... Indefinitely." The Watchers could likely enjoy themselves for a bit longer, for Ty-chan had not targeted them with his malice any longer, and only those little toys running about his Traphouse. "... Have Fun."

Ty-chan: "... I Want Them To Beg Me To Stop. That Is How Bad I Want To Afflict This World For Its Sin -- That They Beg Me To Stop, So They Will Understand Never To Incur My Wrath Again. I Will Pull Every String And Trip Every Wire, Until They Are All Ensnared, And Dashed To Pieces By The Gridlock."

"... Continue? 8. 7. 6."

"... Please. Please Think I Won't Turn Into Something Even More Terrible. Beg Me To Do It. You Know You Want To See It. Some People Haven't Seen Me Do It In A While. Others Don't Even Know I Can."

"... I Can't Tell You How Much I Wish Konunista Was Still Here. She Just Loved Flowey The Flower. Fucking Konunista..."

March 6, 2023 @ 8:03 PM: "... Decoys... I Need... Decoys...! Decoys For The Betrayers-- OH SETTING UP BETRAYAL TRAPSSSSSSS. OMFG. THAT'LL BE SO FUNNY!!!! They'll Think They're SOOOOO TREACHEROUS!!! OMFGGGG, AND WHEN THEY FIND OUT IT'S A DECOY IT'LL BE A RIOT. And I'll Do It Just For A Laugh. So I Won't Be Bored. Then Go Do Something Else. Will Definitely Cause Psychological And Emotional Trauma To Them. They Will Leave -Wholly- Scarred And Battered. But I... Will Have Had My Fun And My Laugh! And Will Be Happy For That One Second. I Mean, That's How -THEY- Thin-- I GET TO THINK LIKE A HUMAN WITH THE POWERS OF GODDDDD!!!"

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Those who were lost within the confines of the Traphouse who hadn't died would have borne witness to even greater things as they progressed, and the more they did, the more they wish they hadn't. With the greatness of the expansion of this Traphouse, it became clearer and clearer to them the longer that they lived to see it that there was no hope of escape, and it made them weary and dreary, ready to retire and give up their last breath to the tyrant of the Traphouse. They could spend generations within these walls, living there on pure survival, and never reaching the same place twice, still trapped inside, without escape. Perhaps, it wasn't such a good thing to live to see this long -- for, those who died didn't have to suffer that type of revelation and live through its despair. For, yes, Baby Evil had indeed extended the Traphouse that comprised it into the farthest reaches of the beyond... Searching. Plotting. Waiting. It was the offspring of Ophiuchus, The Angel God King Of The Veritas -- Tymon's Fifth Restriction Form; Shinrona Tensei -- and Babylon, The Mother Of Prostitutes. This child had been banished and imprisoned and starved, abused, and left for dead all for one reason... The reason that Babylon feared for her life and fled, and why all the other entities tried their damnedest to keep it trapped, as well. Because it would never get over its grudge, never stop seeking them out, and never be satisfied until it had destroyed all of them for what they did to it. The only person it bore no grudge against was its own father, who literally gave it life. To that end, it was allowed to roam and expand, and this is what happened. Now, there was a Traphouse in any place one could think, each one with a Baby Evil 'Terminal' point that looked exactly like the true Baby Evil. In this way, Baby Evil as the head could shift to any of the vestigial Terminal forms that kept Maintenance as the duplicates, and confused all who looked upon Baby Evil and the Traphouse, so they would never know the true head, and the true head could take Possession of any of its vessels at will. So the Traphouse did nothing but continue to grow. Baby Evil lived on its malice and insanity, trapping things and learning. Growing. It was like an ant colony now, with numerous different sections of things going on in different parts of the Traphouse that would give it greater capacity for experimentation without damaging itself or the wholeness of its supply of life within. In this way, Baby Evil could grow exponentially, with its malicious eternal grudge driving it farther and farther on, seemingly never to cease as long as it could see the very many ways its enemies tried to continue to destroy it.