Fake Orange: Your welcome. (Ight can we start the creepy part of this rp?))

Fake Orange: here put some baby universe into the syringe, it will trap him in a dimension where it seems like he is still with us but he can’t physically touch us. And he will come back when you choose.

Fake Orange: Just call me Orange.

Fake Orange: I’m not sure you understand that even though it looks like you are in the 3rd dimension like us, you cannot physically interact with us Devian. *teleports devian back* here ya go.

Fake Orange: So jan... uhh Devian is kinda stuck between the 4th and 5th dimension. And he can’t really teleport back so... uhm... oops.

*forms the ball into a compressed mass which turns it into a baby universe that can fit in a human hand and he smashes it into Devians gut, which compresses his molecules so much that he turns into a black hole that disappears because it cannot grow* oops.

Fake Orange: *Opens his eyes and begins to extract the blood from Devian and form it into a sword to clash with Devians sword*

Fake Orange: *Snaps the house back to what it looked like before we came*

Fake Orange: *jumps up and punches the back of Devians head so hard the ground below them collapses in on itself* I think we need a new house.

Fake Orange: *stays still as the table busts into splinters when it gets near Orange and the splinters shoot at Devian* Harder you idiot.

Fake Orange: Try harder devian, I haven’t even raised a hand yet.

Fake Orange: *the hit didn’t damage him, due to the fact that he put Devians hand to the side so fast as such he could not see it* Hey Jan, maybe you should get your buddy to stop before he gets hurt.

Fake Orange: I have been waiting for a while now. Obviously I’m ready.

Fake Orange: Then fight me hand to hand.

Fake Orange: *Looks at Devian* Hmph. You are just a stubborn pest

Fake Orange: You know that if I disconnect your brain from your body you can’t physically move. *Devians head disconnects from his neck with a water splash effect* what will you do now?

Fake Orange: Then lets see your mortality eh? *Devians neck begins to bend sideways like a stressed piece of metal being bent by a bodybuilder*

Fake Orange: *Smashes the tv into his own brain* Hm, that seems pretty immortal to me... but I guess I’m still mortal to you.. *Catapults Devian into the mountains* he should be gone for a good 2 seconds.

Fake Orange: you just struck a nerve. *Levitates Devian towards himself.* Call me mortal again.

Fake Orange: So Devian. I’m mortal? I busted a doors hinges and blew it forwards without touching anything. That sounds not so mortal to me.