Hermes eventually stops at a presumably safe place. You and Clayton get off, and unfortunately, the adrenaline runs off.

"Clayton, we're criminals! The government wants us! We can't show our faces in public ever again!" You panic and start pacing and hyperventilating. "Oh God, oh my God!"

"Eli, shut up for a moment and let me think. My mood has been through a rollercoaster and for once I'd like to be grounded." Clayton seems to be the only calm one. Hermes isn't being a good role model though.

"Ohmygoshthatwasawesomewhencanwedothatagain!?" The jumping and hyper robot was not improving your mood. You don't thing when you let out a scream.

"Eli! Eli please, I'm stressed too but I don't want you to worry!" Clayton makes a attempt to shake you, but since their frame is so weak and you're so strong it's pathetic. "Eli just get Helios and Athena out here. You need someone to hug for stability and I am not in the mood to get crushed by your big bear arms."

You listen and get the two knowledge gods out. Both heard everything, so Athena lets herself panic for a bit too. Clayton falls over due to over stimulation and pulls out a phone. Presumably to calm themself down also. Hermes manages to get Helios to hug you, and he joins as well. If it wasn't for the horrid situation, this would be fairly reassuring.

"We have to move! Oh no my life is over, I only know two languages and we don't have anything!" You shake, but Clayton hugs you too. It seems like everyone is hoping hugs can heal everything.

"Don't worry, I know where we can move. For now let's come up with a game plan." They say, you nod and try to calm yourself.

"Okay, heard that Chile is where most escaped American convicts go. If we can't, Germany still hates America." The plan seems impossible. How the heck are you, Clayton, and three giant robots going to go overseas?

"At least we have a basic plan, do you have any other ideas?" Hermes asks, you ponder a bit.

"We should get supplies. Like food rations, water or other drinks, and stuff to repair with. Also fake names." Athena looks at you weirdly.

"Fake names are good. I'm Tracy Johnson and you're Jamie Weills." Clayton suggests.

"Good names. I like them." You reply.

"Do we have any money?" Clayton asks. You check your pockets, nothing.

"We can get our water from drinking fountains and we can hold off on clothes, but we definitely need food." You explain. Unfortunately nobody has any spare change at the moment. "Gr-"

Sirens wail from down the street, you stash everyone into your inventory and crawl into the sewer. You wait for them to pass and sigh when they do. You hated this. Hopefully Jovial Maniacs and Amiable Fanatics would mess with the police enough. You think about them and pull out your phone. You want to tell them something.

Queenos like Eos:
Eli! Are you okay?

[REDACTED]:
I wonder how badly AF and JM are killing those police stations.

LIZARD SCREECHES AT HEAVEN:
Changed my name. Oh, hey Eli!

Eli »·w·« Axolotl:
Guys I have to leave and delete my account. I need to change everything. The FBI is going to track me and Clayton so we need to get rid of our devices.

Skateen like Selene:
NOOOOOO!!

BitABird:
Screw the FBI man.

[REDACTED]:
ELI NO I'M GOING TO MISS YOU

A Wild Fya!:
WE'LL REMEMBER YOU!

Heartburn:
I am going to miss you muscle friend.

Eli »·w·« Axolotl:
Keep in mind that you're all part of this. You helped scatter the police. Can you just litter the town with false sightings?

Jovial Maniacs:
ON IT

BitABird:
Damn that was fast. Btw keep my Hermememes safe.

Queenos like Eos:
BE SAFE MY CHILD! USE YOUR RIPPED BODY TO YOUR ADVANTAGE!

Skateen like Selene:
Get enough food and keep the Gods safe.

Eli »·w·« Axolotl:
Wait, how did you know about the Gods? And what makes you think that I have muscle? Anyways, make a server for me. I have to destroy my phone. I want to talk to you guys again someday. Bye.

You log off completely, throw your phone down, and stomp on it. For good measure you stomp on it a few more times and kick it into the water. There goes 500 dollars, not that it really mattered now. You pull Clayton out.

"We need food, quick. Lets look for random money we can find, like a random dollar or dropped coins." You suggest.

"You're really smart. Street smart. I'm kind of jealous of that, you're the genius of the real world." Clayton remarks. You can't help but smile.

"Also hopefully you can sell your phone, we can't keep it. If you can't sell it within a day then we're destroying it." Clayton gasps and hugs it a bit, then realized that you were right.

"Okay. Just let me talk to my friends first." You nod. Both you and Clayton crawl out of the sewer and look for potential buyers.

You walk a bit, mainly by the bushes. You see that a large tree is in the way, and you're not in the mood for climbing. You see that a camera is across the street, facing you. You want to show strength, to rebel. You attempt to lift it.

"Moron, what are you doing?" Clayton asks before leaning against the tree. "You're not invincible. We're still human."

You refuse to listen, and keep trying. Suddenly the tree lifts, and you're holding it. You're holding the entire weivht of the giant tree, and you can't help but look out at the camera. You were strong, powerful, not someone to be taken lightly. It feels like you've been standing there for months until you decide to put it into your inventory.

"Holy crap!" Clayton exclaims. "We're just like that duo in that book, Freak the Mighty!"

"You read actual paper?" You joke, Clayton just shrugs and gets back to chatting on their phone. "You may want to clear it out soon, we have to sell it."

"Fine, fine." They do some tapping for a few seconds and then show you the phone's screen. "Done. What happened to your phone?"

"I smashed it by accident, nobody wants a broken phone. Also it didn't work when I tried to turn it on." You lie. "We don't have the materials to replace it."

"Okay, let's look for potential buyers then." Is all they respond with.

There is nobody around in the foggy streets. You and Clayton amble by and look for someone. You bump into two people, one glares at you with icy eyes and the other is comforting a child. The child is throwing a tantrum.

"Its not my fault my Jake threw my phone!!" The child whines. "I want a new one!"

"Honey, honey, I'm sorry that we can't replace it immediately." The person comforting the kid assures. "We'll get a new one in a week, promise."

"Uh, we're currently selling a phone." You blurt out. "Its in brand now condition, and we already erased its former data."

"Really? Well, what a turn of luck for us!" The icy eyes exclaims, you swear that their eyes literally light up. "How much does it cost?"

"$300." Clayton responds. The icy eyes pulls out their wallet and pulls out fives, tens, and twenties.

"Have $500." They take the phone and give it to the child and the child smiles.

"Thw-thank youu." They do the cutest face ever, they seem so fragile. Seeing them do anything looks pathetic. It reminds you of someone, you can't place who.

"You're welcome." You smile gently and wave the nice couple farewell as you go to the nearest store, a gas station.

"Well, the food should be long lasting. Nothing that can mold and will last a month at least." Clayton explains. You look for processed foods and sandwiches.

You sift through many things, mainly unsuccessful. You grab a salad, two sandwiches, three bags of chips, two hot dogs and three yogurts. Clayton demands that you put the chips back and you agree. You grab some bread and salami. Clayton gets three jerky packets and a large can of nuts.

For some reason while getting food and supplies, Clayton randomly hugged you. You enjoy it and hug them back. When you let go they are left wheezing.

"I'm not really that strong." You tell them.

"You really don't know your own strength then, E." They wheeze. They attempt to punch your gut, but it doesn't hurt at all. It's a cute tap.

"Adorable, and pathetic." You go to the cashier.

"Alright, that will be $32.98." The cashier says, you hand them forty dollars and smile.

"We have $4697.02 left." Clayton tells you.

You look at the food and your mind cuts it down into rations. 7 meat rations. 8 generic rations. 1 vegetable ration. 2 mixed rations.

"We have a good amount to keep going on." You tell them and leave. "Do you think that we can get my computer that you worked on? We can probably upgrade it or something."

"I would love to, but we're in a weird part of town and the police are investigating my home. It's also very close to my house." They counter.

"Well, we don't have to be seen." You say. "We can use Hermes and sneak."

"Haha." Clayton sarcastically says. "No. Hermes doesn't sneak, he speeds."

"Never try, never know." You pick Clayton up and ignore their whining. Once you're sure you're out of sight, you put on your mask, put Clayton into your inventory, and pull Hermes out. "We need to get something at my house. You do know where that is, right?"

"Yes! Ivisitedtherewhileyouwerebeggingathenanottokillyou!" He jumps. "Get on!"

"Be careful and unnoticeable. »·w·«" You jump onto Hermes' back and cling to his neck, he dashes off and you hold on. He does a surprisingly good job at avoiding attention.

Before you know it, you're in your backyard. You put Hermes into your inventory and climb through the office window. You get five backpacks and a satchel. You stuff one backpack with every scrap of metal in the house, another with your computer and clothes, the third with only clothes and the last with food and a can opener.

You crawl back out your window after tossing all the backpacks into your inventory. You sneak through the neighbors' backyards and navigate away from attention. You get to the street and prepare to get Hermes out. That is until someone points you out.

"Look! Look it's them!" You hear the turn of every head.

You're in the spotlight of attention. Something that became your worst nightmare. You feel every gun aimed at you, and you were sure the officers recognized your clothes. You were terrified, but you were not going to stay. You glare at every single last one of them.

"Try and catch me, this will be the last time anyone will ever see me. »·w·«"

You summon the tree in front of you and the guns fire. You summon Hermes, grab his neck, and scream for him to run. Hermes bolts off and you look back, glaring at what used to be your old life. You hated it, and something told you that your new life was only beginning.

[B]End of the Accumulation Arc.