They were.

Eventually.

Zalgo had pulled the three screeching troublemakers out into the hallway, where only a few muffled yelps and sharp shouts of frustration broke the largely soundproof walls. It was a somewhat awkward place for the other creepypastas to be, seeing as they were waiting patiently in the meeting room for the sounds of an obvious beatdown to subside. But, as Slenderman had put it, 'At least they shut up'.

It had taken some time for Zalgo to cool down, and seeing how quiet the previously screaming trio were, everyone was still cautious.

Ben held onto his older brother's arm tightly, knowing that his brother's silence — and the silence of his comrades — was more than likely to be the result of harsh physical discipline from the hellishly coloured Naamalgoid. And since Ben had once worked for Zalgo, the green-clad elf almost knew the extent of how badly the demon treated his minions. Almost. But seeing how... out of it his white-haired brother was acting, he felt like something far worse had conspired.

Jeff's sarcastic comment had gotten a point across, and now they were to be told their mission.

"I do believe I have made it clear that a select group of you lot are to be sent back in time to the age of the dinosaurs—"

In less than three seconds, the mixed shouting that (rather predictably) ensued was silenced on Zalgo's command.

"S͈̮ͧͭ̽͗͗I̯̤̳̰̬̖̓̅ͮ̊̀͂̚ͅL̻̖̩̻̪͚ͦͯ͒ͥ̅E̹̻͙̦̺̞̪ͨͭͥͤ͌͑͂N̯̘̟͍̭ͦ͋ͥ̍C̿̇̾̂͏̼Eͥ̈́̉̿ͣ̀!"

"As I was saying... before I was so rudely interrupted, the borders of Nezperdia are to be expanded to include a prehistoric age. Additionally, the soul-bound contract between myself and the Slenderman, allows both parties to bring this land to use."

The creepypastas decided it would be best to not question their evil overlord's decision, as his lies were buttressed by flimsy reasoning. If he wasn't going to put in the effort for a half-decent lie, chances were high that he simply couldn't think of one, and didn't want to appear suspicious.

"However, the creation of two-way transportation and the ability to expand involves far more than simple time travel. One-way transportation is a simple task, especially for an all-powerful demon such as myself. However, bringing anyone back is... less so. As a matter of fact, the only way to expand our reaches involves one party travelling back in time and bringing into existence and linking to the living energy of all those who were sent back, a set of runes."

The hellishly coloured Naamalgoid paused, ensuring that his words were getting through the thick skulls of his idiotic subjects. However, it was clear that they weren't, as the creepypastas' faces were showing their obvious confusion.

"Alright, since the lot of you are clearly knuckleheads who cannot comprehend your mission, I'll dumb it down for you pathetic minions—"

"Yes, Master Zalgo! I apologize greatly for wasting the time of our great and exalted lord—"

"Lurky, for the love of the goddess Din, couldja stop sucking up for five f***ing minutes?"

Ben tugged at his older brother's sleeve after the sarcastic comment slipped through his lips. When the pools of calm blood met their older, fiery counterparts, the little green elf's head shook ever-so-slightly.

"S̩̭̦͋̽ͪ́Í̊ͯ̇͌͏̟͇̖̼̹̭L̞̣ͭͯ̀̈́͌ͅË̢̫͓̽̏̊ͅN͙ͮ̀C̷̟̜͍̟̜̮̓̉E̯͇͍̖̲̽́!̢̘̦̟͍͚ͧͯ̈̋̈̋ Ỵ̓̕o͚̣̖͖̩̲̮͊̅͐͐͑̓͒u̽͒̾ͭͤ͐̇.̪̖͕̙̙ͦͥͤ̄̀̏͒ ̻̜͚̪̖ͅO͚͎̦̘̹ͥͦu͓͇͇̮̣͙͙͂ṱ̲̙̺͙̼̔ ͔̫̣̫̐i̶͔̣̼̘n͉͕ͭ̀ ̸̫̇̓ͦͩͯ͌t͕͍̣̝͕̭͔ḫ̭͍̥̺̌͂͒͆̇ͅe͐̀ͯͭ͏̖̠̮͔͙̤̫ ͔͆͂ͪĥ̳̱͍aͮ̿̓҉̭̭̪͖l̐̊̆͆̐̒l͇̑̏ͤ̀w̲͔̪ͪa̍ͬ͏̝̮y̵̬͉̰̳̖.͊͛̋͏̼̱̖̦ ̠̺̠̻̩̐̃̾́I̓ͩ̑̏͊̈́̐͏̩̩̼̭͍̫̣ ̲̤̲̗̓̀͗͒͗̀́w̼̼͚̗̮̪̎̉̔ͮͨͦ̀ḭ̖̠͓̍l̜̫͎͈ͧ͛l͌ͩ́̾͗ ̠̪̗͙̼̤šͫͣe̗̊͗̎̐e̗̪͒̍ ̪͙̫͎̣̣ͧ̍ͣͯ̋ͫ͜ẗ̨̻̺̺͒ͦͥh̜̭̭̯͎͉̒̈́̾̍a͡t͚͚͐͂ ͖̗͇̻̯̱͖̓ͪ̒͘y̬̱̪̭͎̔͊́̂ͧͤó͚̤̤̘͈́̅ͪṵ͔̃͌̃̾̋̐ͣ̕ͅŗ͖̼̭̹ͫ̃ ̯̻̺̻̪̝ͯ͢d̪̼͚̠͛̋̑̋̀̚e̠̬͡f̫̯̥̙̦̔͟i̤̣̩̞͔̬̔̅̈́͒a̓̽͌̅̾҉͓n̎̾͐cͤͦ̒ͫ̆͗e͇͖͙͍̤͋ͦ̈́̽ͮ͐ͅ ̣͍̱̌͊ͤ̓̿̅ͪ͢i͈͍̳̾ͭ̊͞s͉̩͉͚̥ͣ͐̇̚ ̈́͑̑̿ͯ̉҉̮p͖̬̜͉̺͍̞r͓̗͚͋ͫͧ͐͠o̢͛p̩ͤ̋̎ͭ͛ͦe͕̮̤̭̬ͣ͛̾͢r̂ͮ̒͑͡l̤͛̂͒̈́ͧ̈̽͢y̢̰̭ͮͣͅ ̮͔͚͍ͮ̀̒ť̝͉̤͚́ͦ̓ͮ͐͂a̤̪ͨ̄̔ͤͦ̓͑k͆̓͆̊͊̾̚͡ȇ̪̪͈͇͖ͨ̄͑ͬ͘n̟̝̦̖ͨ́ͨ̒̃͌̏͝ ̬̯̐ͩͪc̛͓ͥ̉̎ͮ̊̌̿a̱̗͑͛̑r͠ȩ̹͙̺͓̳̹́̇͆̌́ ̴ͧ̓ͧ͗o̫̗͕͊̊̂ͨ̾̽͡f̰̗͈.͎̩ͬ͑͑ͭ̕"

Eyes were rolled, but orders were followed. Reminiscent of elementary school, when the class bully would get pulled into the hallway for a well-earned scolding.

"Alright, let's try this, yet again. Since clearly this isn't getting through the thick skulls of you imbeciles, I shall dumb it down to a level you mortals can understand—"

"Zalgo, insult my pasta one more time and you will not receive my assistance."

A snort, but there were no complaints.

"In essence, half of you will be sent back in time to the age of the dinosaurs. From there, the half being sent back in time will have to create and subsequently link each of your lives to runes.

"However, I did say only half of you. And that's because the other half must stay behind as mission control. After all, if you want to travel back, there must also be matching runes in our timeline, as well. Thankfully, there will still be communication, as the little green orangutan and the albino leprechaun are not only supernatural entities, but also digital entities. It's going to be chaotic and the odds of getting out alive are slim, but for the added land and energy, even the Slenderman can agree that all of you are expendable."

The voice of the long-haired male sitting next to Ben spoke the minds of all the other creepypastas, "So basically it's going to be a hot garbage fire full of hungry dinosaurs, wilderness survival, supernatural magic, and telepathic texting?"

A smirk. A nod. A unified look of dread.

This was going to be absolute chaos.