Hey dudes and dudettes, welcome back to Piecing together a friend! I would like to apologize for this chapter taking so long, computer troubles. Anyway, in the last chapter:

We met our main characters!

Tabuu attacked the Authors Realm!

Serefin and EC got transported to the Smash Mansion!

In this chapter:

Ziggly doodad!

What do you mean I did badly on XYZ?

It's time to duel!

I cast Magic Missile at the darkness!

…Actually, none of that happens! I guess you'll just have to read it yourself because I can't predict the future!

Serefin was in a dark room, the only light coming from the window which had its curtains drawn. He was sitting on the floor, his eyes closed, his legs crossed, and his ruby sword Maelstrom held by his fingertips. He seemed to be concentrating on something.

Wait, hold up hold up! I'm sorry, but this must be kinda confusing for you readers, right? Well, I have an idea: we shall use the Wayback Machine! Come on, follow me! Keep all hands, feet, and other body parts inside the vehicle at all times. Women who are nursing or pregnant should not ride in the Wayback Machine. If you begin to feel nauseous, please vomit on the person to your immediate right. Everyone set? Then let's go!


Alright, this is better. This is closest to where we left off. Enjoy. Anyway, Serefin stared up at the giant white glove, a smile beginning to creep across his face.

"You know, Master Hand, you don't have to say that every time someone who doesn't live in or around the mansion visits," he said with a slight chuckle.

"I know, but it's become a habit," the glove responded. Clearing his throat, or wherever his nonexistent vocal chords are, he said, "Now, Serefin, while you were unconscious, EC told me what had happened. You are welcome to stay as long as you need. We have a few open rooms." With a snap of his fingers, the nearly omnipotent being made a hotel-style room key appear in the respective hands of the Authors. Thanking him they started to walk up stairs.

While they were walking, EC stopped Serefin. Wondering what was wrong, the blond Author turned to look at him.

"Listen Serefin, we're only staying as long as it takes me to regain enough energy to make a portal back to the Authors Realm without passing out, okay?" Serefin was about to speak up, but EC interrupted him. "I know what you're thinking, but we have to go back! Who knows how much damage Tabuu did while everyone was knocked out?" Serefin stared at him before nodding dejectedly. EC turned and walked into his temporary room while Serefin continued to climb up the stairs. Absent mindedly, he tried talking to Sol.

"So, Sol, how do you think everyone's holding up?" he asked. No response. "Sol? Are you ignoring me again? Listen, whatever I did this time, I'm sorry." Still no response. Serefin sighed, thinking Sol must be in one of his moods again. When he reached his room, he immediately walked over to the bed and flopped down on it, barely remembering to remove his shoes. Just as he was about to drift off into sleep, he suddenly felt a strange pulsation from his pocket. Reaching in, he dug around until he found what he believed had made the pulse, his sword Maelstrom. He held it in his hands, faintly feeling the energy that was flowing through his hands into the sword. He stared at it for almost a minute, and when he had finally come to the conclusion that it was his imagination, he felt the sword pulsate again! He fell of the floor, surprised at the amount of energy that he had just felt. Quickly righting himself, he got into the position that you saw at the beginning of the chapter. He concentrated, trying to feel anymore pulses.

He felt one. This one felt stronger, but he didn't recoil this time. He was concentrating too hard to feel physical force. Another pulse, again stronger. Then another, and another. The pulses were coming rapidly, and Serefin began feeling lightheaded. In fact, he felt so lightheaded that his feet started to feel light! Suddenly, even though his eyes were closed, Serefin saw a bright flash of light, then his entire body seemed to lose all its mass.


When Serefin woke up, he found himself in the Authors Realm! Everything was in shambles; there was debris everywhere, many of the houses he could see were partially or completely destroyed, and there must've been a large number of injured people if how few Authors he could see was any indication. He walked through the wreckage. Literally, he walked through the wreckage, like a ghost or something! Anyway, he passed by a few Authors, but they didn't seem to notice him. Either that, or they were ignoring him, and Serefin couldn't think of a reason for why they would do that. He began worrying about his friends and tried to walk to one of their houses. He only got a few feet before some sort of invisible force stopped him. He put his hands up and pushed, immediately noticing that it seemed to act as a sort of wall. He turned around and tried the other way. Same result, he got stopped by another invisible wall. He ran his hands along it, trying to see where it might've ended. He turned and saw his own house at the end of the invisible tunnel. He walked towards, faintly registering what sounded like crying.

"That voice, it sounds familiar… But who could it be?" he wondered. He walked into his entryway, noticing that his house barely had any sort of damage done to it. He followed the sound of the crying, eventually coming to a door on the second floor. "That's weird," he thought. "I don't remember this particular door being in this particular place." To those of you who read creepypasta, I know what you're thinking. No, it's not going turn into a BEN Drowned/ Super Smash Brothers crossover, although that would be cool. Anyway, back to the story. Serefin opened the door just a crack, but was shocked by what he saw. In the room, which was barren, was Sol! But, it didn't look like Sol as Serefin knew him. First of all, he was crying, and Serefin knew Sol never cried. Second, his clothes were in tatters; his black jean jacket looked faded and was frayed at the bottom, his shoes looked ready to fall apart at any moment, his black undershirt was ripped, and his black jeans had many holes in them. Sorry about that My Immortal-esque description, forgot to put it in last chapter and I couldn't find a good place to put it there.

Serefin walked into the room, shocked. Sol turned around at the sound of his footsteps, and instantly seemed to cheer up at the sight of him. "Serefin!" The alternate-personality-given-physical-form ran up to his other self and hugged him. Now Serefin was wearing the most disturbed look in history. Sol released him and, noticing said face, began speaking. "Whoops, guess I should explain. Serefin, when Tabuu stole the Spirit Crystal, he also somehow managed to shatter my very being. Don't ask how, I barely know what happened. Anyway, I've been shattered into 30 pieces, and Tabuu also sealed a fragment of your power with each piece of me. You'll have to find the areas where I've been sealed, which look like miniature Spirit Crystals, enter them, and save the fragment of me that is no doubt in some sort of trouble."

Serefin continued staring at Sol before finally saying, "Okay, quick question. How the heck am I supposed to find these areas if I don't know where to look?"

Sol grinned and pulled out a map. "This map will show you an illustration related to the next world or worlds you're supposed to go to. Whenever you save a me, they'll touch the map, and the illustration will change to one for the next world." Sol handed the map to Serefin. "Now, if you want to save me and beat Tabuu, I think you should wake up now."

Serefin raised a hand, about to protest, but it was too late. He could already feel himself getting lighter and lighter. He saw another bright flash of light, and instantly he could feel himself become lighter than air again.


Serefin woke up on the floor of his room, his shirt covered in a cold sweat. He stood up, clutching his head and looking around. He chuckled a little before saying, "Heh, guess that was just a really weird dream. I've got to stop drinking milk before receiving cosmic impulses through my sword…There's a sentence I never thought I would say." Serefin started to crawl back into his bed, planning to have a non-Sol related dream when he saw something on his dresser. He walked over and picked it up. It was the map Sol had given him. He paled before saying, "I've got to tell EC." And with that, he ran out of his room.


EC was sitting in front of his computer, trying to see if any of the other Authors were fine enough to get on to Skype. Suddenly, he heard a loud banging on his door. He got up and walked over, wondering who could possibly be needing him right now. He was surprised to see Serefin there, pale as a sheet, breathing heavily, and holding a sheet of paper in his hands. "EC, I need to show you something," he said. EC invited him inside, confused as to what Serefin needed to show him. After catching his breath, Serefin started talking. "EC, we can't leave the Smash Mansion."

Instantly, EC started up. "Serefin, I know you like visiting here, but we need to get back to the Authors Realm. All our friends could be injured!"

Serefin ignored his pleas. "You don't understand EC. When Tabuu stole the Spirit Crystal, he shattered Sol into 30 pieces, each piece having a fraction of my power. I need to find those fragments so we can stop Tabuu!"

EC stared at him. "Okay, first of all, if you're going to lie, at least make it plausible! Second, you were already facing Tabuu in the Authors Realm and he had been attacked by all the other Authors, so what makes you so sure you'll be able to defeat him with just the power of you, me, and the Smashers?"

Serefin sighed before saying, "Look I don't know why, but I feel like if I find the fragments of Sol, then I'll somehow have enough power to beat Tabuu. Call it a hunch. Second, I'm not lying. Sol really is missing. I can prove it; say something that would instantly make Sol want to kill you."

"Okay. Sol, you are a weak, stupid, pitiful excuse of a fighter. You may think you're good, but it's really just me and Serefin doing all the work."

The two Authors stared at each other for a while. Serefin got a grin on his face. "Didn't feel a thing, let alone Sol desperately trying to gain control to murder you. Also, I have physical proof. Behold!" Serefin held up the map in his hand.

EC scanned across it, taking in the image. It was a picture of a hotel, and a luxurious one at that. It was on a beach, with a beautiful sunset in the background. There was also a strange, large, white silhouette of a sting/manta ray in the water. EC sighed. "Alright, I guess you're telling the truth. But only because I know you could never be able to draw something like this in your entire life."

Serefin jumped into the air with a loud whoop of victory. He and EC ran down the stairs to find Master Hand and see if he could tell them what world this was and if he could teleport them there. And so begins an epic tale of two Authors. A tale of victory, defeat, joy, sorrow, and strangeness. Lots and lots of strangeness.

Alright guys, that's the chapter. Next one will be up on 19/42/99! Be sure to tell me if I made any spelling mistakes. I typed this up rather quickly cause I wanted to post a new chapter.

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