Imaginatim got distracted along the way by some nearby funny creatures—one of which was a real little non-real rotating exciting excited hyperliminal hyperboloid—but she did eventually arrive at a monocosm holding one of Realitus’s omniverses. The omniverse was very nice looking and felt rather squishy and soft to the feel. Realitus must have been very happy after the creation of this passion project, as he always was after his finishing touches. Observing all of those finishing touches happened a lot, enough for Imaginatim to know it happened so often as Realitus was very skilled at creating his -verses much faster than Imaginatim's much slower pace. After playing with the omniverse for a while and giving it a quick taste test, Imaginatim realized that she wasn’t quite sure about Realitus’s happiness level for this omniverse in particular—it didn't have very many pairs of pear-flavoured paraverses to have fun preparing, tearing, and repairing! Imaginatim figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to ask Realitus, especially considering that he was now rushing towards her and repeatedly calling her name. Wow! It sure was great that Realitus was careening through Beyond towards her so quickly, this would mean finding out about what her best friend and most caring brother’s happy levels were much sooner than expected. Hooray! She couldn’t wait to find out about the level of Realitus’s happy!
Unthil tried to allow the anticipated fogginess of his mind to clear from whatever stupid vision he had just experienced. However, besides the harsh reminder that his even stupider younger brother exists at all—truly no meticulously crafted scale from anyone living or dead in the entirety of Transcendentem could ever accurately measure the immense amount of suffering and agony from the slightest thought of that—his experience hadn’t felt particularly painful by vision-with-omniscient^3-origin standards at all. Clearly Unthil must have been so distracted by his sheer annoyance and bitter contempt that he forgot to be grateful. Not just for how relatively painless his vision was, but also for how that excuse of an imaginary counterpart had thankfully gone away. That or the nearby presence of two SuperGods in its place did a poor job at easing any worry or unsettledness.
Imaginary Logixel asked Unthil if anything was the matter, as Unthil just looked like the saddest little poor thing he’d ever seen in his life and of course, it wasn’t a particularly good idea for anything or anyone to go in that general direction. Luckily, Logixel had brought lots and lots of lollipops to prevent anyone or anything from going sad. Lollipops were, of course, always the optimal candy to prevent anyone from going sad since they always make everyone go happy. Why, if someone was just totally unable to go happy from lollipops, Logixel wouldn’t know what to do! Clearly, as the Imaginary Paradoxus nearby reasoned, a pat on the back would have to accompany that lollipop for terminal happyward velocity and proceeded to demonstrate this to Logixel with Unthil as an example. Imaginary Paradoxus probably wasn’t particularly aware of his own strength though and that so-called “pat on the back” immediately sent Unthil flying hypersky high straight into the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny. This would have made Logixel pretty sad as a potential new friend of his to cheer up had now gone away and disappeared without any warning but luckily for his sake, Logixel had brought lollipops so really everything was fine, actually.
