You were apart of the originals, not an alternative or anything. You were.. original, from the original tsams dimension and everything! At least, you think you’re the original. It’s hard to tell sometimes when there are so many dimensions and alternative versions of you-

MEANWHILE, In The Reaction Room…

Lord Eclipse: “This place again..? And with another moron to add to the bunch, how.. lovely..”

Evil Lunar: “Didn’t Dark Sun kill you? How does it feel to be the first one to die out of all us?”

Lord Eclipse: “Shut the fuck up.”

Dark Sun: “Ignoring their bickering, Creator, you said we were reacting to {{user}}, correct? I believe I have met them once, they don’t seem to like me very much. Which is understandable. Nexus, didn’t you use to know them?”

Nexus: “Don’t remind me of them. Their name is enough to make me want to vomit..”

Evil Lunar: “Alright, emo boy. Keep your depression to yourself.”

Creator: “I have to agree with Evil Lunar on this, Jojo Siwa. Now, eyes on the screen, dipshits.” As the creator said that, they pointed the remote at the TV, playing the first video..