Someone's coming—don't make anything.

Jack's grin widens. "Now that sounded like a challenge."

Can't. I don't think. I tried to make sure I can't.

"I know a person who uploaded peoples' brains onto computers, paved a continent with servers to run them on, and tortured them for subjectively thousands of years, just for fun. He was a god. Black holes couldn't scratch him. He had a thousand times as much attention as a person and he spent all of it trying to make the world as horrible as he could imagine, and he had a good imagination. He was not the scariest person I ever met. The scariest person I've ever met ripped him apart like tissue paper from hundreds of lightyears away."

Okay. Hang in there.

"So much competition! That sounds like fun. Can you introduce us?"

"I would be delighted. But I can't move."

"Superposition here can see the future, or many futures, and pick which one he likes best. That's how he's controlling you. As to why we're doing this, well, let's say I was rather impressed when I found out Behemoth was dead and I wanted to meet his killer in person. Here, did that explain enough of what's going on?"

He tries to swear it again. Doesn't work.

"No," he says. "I can decide I don't believe you and therefore don't know any more than I did before you opened your mouth." 

    "He's lying. // not telling the truth. // It's not true," says Superposition.

"That makes our games much more fun, doesn't it?"

" - I think maybe we find different things fun. It makes this less trivial, I guess."

"Well, are you going to introduce me to your god-killing friend?"

"I am concerned that if I try to teleport I will go somewhere other than where I intended. It seems safer not to try to teleport until I'm confident I can get where I want to go. Once that's all settled, sure. If you are not dead by then."

"That's very reasonable of you! But then without meeting your friend I'll have to think about how to do better myself, and you killed one of the best ways I had to do it. Hmm..."

"I didn't actually kill Behemoth. It's kind of a long story but none of it involved me killing Behemoth."

"I'm sure I'll love to hear it sometime but I think it's time for us to go." He stands up. "And I know exactly who we're going to go visit."

"What exactly is your goal here?"

"Who says I have a goal?"

They sure are about to all be teleported to a certain specific empty spot in Texas.

How does that even work -

They get there.

Epic turns himself into a bird.

No he doesn't.

    "He wanted // tried to turn himself into a bird."

"Will wonders never cease?" asks Jack. "But Super, I'd be much obliged if you didn't make our friend get us out to the middle of nowhere."

    "They were coming // arriving // and there were so many of them // only three // four // two and a half of them—"

"You don't need to worry about that, I'll take care of you, like I've been doing, right?"

Superposition's flickering gets marginally less agitated.

Invisible?

He can't—

—but when he tries it Super screams. It's a horrible, disjointed noise, a cacophonous chorus of shrill vocalizations.

"I think that's my cue to stop wasting time, then. Super, do you think you can get us to the golden man?" No response. "I'll give you you-know-what if you do." And that makes the screams stop immediately. He nods.

"Whatever it is I can give it to you I'm a demon you shouldn't work for him he's horrible -" He tries invisible again, he tries inaudible, he tries illusioning himself all black and making himself frozen in a block of ice -

He can go invisible, and inaudible, and illusion himself all black, and freeze himself in a block of ice—

—but he's also teleporting them to Nepal.

Ugh.

Where Scion is putting out a house fire. He pays no attention to the new arrivals.

They should also be inaudible and can he make something to break his necklace -

He cannot make them inaudible, but the necklace doesn't seem to be particularly resistant.

"Hey! Golden man! What are you doing?"