Offtopic had changed. Quite a bit, actually. There were walls being constructed around the perimeter of the place, and it seemed as though they had just suffered a massive attack. There were buildings being rebuilt, shelters for people who had lost their homes… things seemed bad. Resriel didn’t know exactly what had happened, but he did want to know if his Hotel was still okay. So he made his way across the city. On the way, he heard hushed conversations, all of them mentioning some sort of Leviathans. Resriel had only really heard of Leviathans, back in his childhood when he lived in the Void. They were beasts of mass destruction, that destroyed everything they laid eyes on. It sounded like Offtopic had gone through quite the struggle. He wasn’t exactly worried for the place, though. Not because he felt detached from it or anything, but because he knew some of the people that lived there. The Sheriff, Toaster, Acro, and many others could definitely protect the place they called home. Resriel paled in comparison to their strength. He got a few glances as he walked around town in his dirtied purple suit, but eventually, he looked up and saw the Hotel, as grand as ever. Sure, there were a few… broken parts, but everyone had flaws, right? “Oh my god…” The whole lobby was basically demolished. This Leviathan guy must’ve had some power. Resriel walked to the elevator doors, but when he pressed the button, they obviously didn’t open. “Dammit,” he muttered. He didn’t exactly have the strength to blast the doors open, and he couldn’t do that physically either. “Need help, Resriel?” Parabellum was standing behind him. Resriel slowly turned around. “PB? What are you doing here?” “Isn’t it obvious?” He smirked. “I figured you needed help. Parabellum was a little shorter than Resriel at 6’1 (Resriel was 6’3), and instead of wearing a purple suit like Resriel, he wore a pink and cyan jacket and pants, with brown loafers to accompany them. He had black framed glasses, and his skin was pale, as opposed to Resriel’s dark brown skin. “If you wanted to help me, maybe you shouldn’t have screwed up my portal!” Resriel yelled. “I didn’t think you’d be so upset about that, to be honest with you. It’s not like can’t just… make another one,” PB said. Upon realizing that Resriel was glaring at him, he sighed. “You can’t make another one, can you, Res?” “Of course I can’t make another one! I’m so incredibly weak right now, that I can’t even open the damn doors.” Resriel paced around the room angrily. He thought about how the basement was downstairs, and how there was probably resources and supplies down there, but there was no way he was getting down there. “I know what you’re thinking, brother,” PB said. “I can get you down into the basement.” “That’s a stupid plan,” Resriel pointed out. “You’re just gonna steal all of my shit. There’s weapons in there, Parabellum. Powerful weapons. And I’d rather die than let someone as destructive as you get your grubby little hands on them. In fact, the only reason you still stand is because in my current state, I can’t beat the living shit out of you.” PB narrowed his eyes at Resriel. “Uh huh. Well, what do you say we make a deal?” “What is it?” “Well you see… I’m actually not that strong either. Our connection to the Void is, well, void right now. Our father sent us that distress signal, and I stopped you from reaching him. That’s my bad, and I want to make it up to you. So, I offer my help.” Resriel opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Parabellum? Help? No, no, no, it just simply wasn’t in his nature. If Resriel did accept the help, and he needed help, eventually, PB would backstab him and kill their dad or something. Something like that. “Cat got your tongue, brother?” Parabellum smiled at him, and Resriel’s stomach turned. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “But on one condition.” “Hm?” “I want you to promise that you won’t steal anything from me.” He scowled. “Fine. Shake on it?” “Alright, but if you spit in your hand, the deal is off.” The two shook hands, and a deal was made. And deals never, ever went wrong, right?