The only problem of being a speck of the true Order, is that you could only do so much.

They held the original memories safe, in case they did not remember during there mortal life. A fail safe, and was glad that fate had topped playing around.

There would be words, there was enough corrupted Lesser Fates that a Greater did not need to screw around like this.

Lessers...

They disturbed Order sometimes, his Chaos was the one and only Greater Deity of Chaos.

Usually they were born from splinters of powers from the Greater, some were born from once mortals that fell.. he didn't get that.

There were lesser Order's also, but Order had never splintered thus they were mortals that somehow became lesser Orders.

The real Order and its splinter were not really impressed by the lessers, as they seemed to go extreme routes of Order. None seemed to understand, too much Order as just as bad as too much Chaos was. That is why there was a balance, which.. led to this situation.

A lesser Order, was screwing with things. An obsessive one too, it swore that if they were about to send another swapDream off the rails for there order it would scream.

Feelings had bitch slapped that last lesser that had.

At least it wasn't like the Chaos 404 issue, Chaos was still embarrassed one of his splinters went off the rails for that. It was due to this Feelings had dropped most of the SwapDreams into Order and Chaos laps, the twins had not been impressed.

The spark of Order wished it could groan in frustration.

Still Order was finding interesting ways before there jaunt to mortality, to move the swapDreams and a few swapNightmares to more stable lives. His favourite project before Chaos took Cross's body, was that funny swap who adopted that chaotic Gremlin Karma who was then also adopted by one of Orders favourite the rainbow child.

Chaos was too busy hunting down the little chaos, little chaos if not careful was going to end up falling into a Lesser. Little Suns mind was not meant for that, worse there mental state was unravelling due to stress.

Why.. just why had it main self chosen mortality when it needed to balance our Suns state.

And now its main self had a wacky Dream after them and there child, Chaos needed to pay attention as whatever was wearing the Dreams body like a suit was not a Fresh type Parasite but much worse.

It wanted a vacation.

Hey main self, let it in you as a mortal!

"What has you all wound up?" Chaos asked bewildered.

Of course Chaos would notice that, and nothing its been pointing out outside of balance.

Just for that, the spark of Order was going to make sure Sun found out about Marconi somehow.

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The only problem of being reborn, that that till you aged to a certain point you were short.

Ashes hoped he's reach the age he was before, if only for the arm reach.

(Ashes, leave them alone) Erebus said amused.

"But they call my name," Ashes protested, eye lights starring at the kitchen counter with cookie lust.

Hisss Quetz laughed, amused by the babybones obsession with cookies.

(Marconi said you could have some after supper) the feline Guardian responded.

"Soon my precious, once I am taller again you shall be mine!" Ashes cooed at the out of reach cookies.

(Ashes.. you do realize.. that your more dainty and tiny like your mother this life.. right?) Erebus asked worriedly, he doubted Ashes would be as tall as before once he reached his final eternal child age.

"Noooo... its not true, it can't be true," Ashes cried falling to the kitchen floor as if in agony.

Marconi rolled his eyes, his child was such a drama queen.

"You do realize, supper is ready in two minutes?" he finally asked, interrupting the 'sobbing'.

"That's so far away... so far," Ashes cried.

"That's nice dear," Marconi said checking on the oven.

"Can I have hot chocolate with supper?" Ashes asked hopefully.

"Will you stop the drama on cookies?" Marconi asked instead, Ashes hummed thoughtfully.

"Would I get marshmallows?" he said after a moment.

"Indeed, Non Drama Llama's get them," Marconi said sagely, Ashes giggled and climbed up into his raised chair.

"Drama Llamas," the child giggled, Marconi smiled.

This is how it should be.

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"You can't ground me!" Fate protested, the other deities disagreed with that statement.

"My alcohol..." another sobbed.

"It got that Error on the right path!" she protested.

"Whenever Order remembers and returns, I'm telling him you did it," another smirked.

"What no!"

"He'll never make cookies for you again," they taunted.

Fate twitched, she had forgotten Order was the one that made all the cookies. Oh stars... she lived off those wonderful things.

"Fight fight fight!" the deities cried as Fate and the other deity started fighting, Fate having the other in a headlock.

"You tell Order and I'll tell Chaos you helped Order get permission to reincarnate for one life," she shouted.