T.K.O. let out a sigh. Here he was, in Boxmore, which was destroyed because of him and his father. He couldn't lie, it was quite nice here, especially since this was where he was going to be on his second year of existing.

Last year, he remembered, he burned K.O. to a crisp. He remembered how everyone was freaking out and confused, wondering how he pulled the matches and gasoline out from nowhere.

K.O.'s death never seemed to last though, maybe because many people wrote different stories where he either dies or suffers greatly, and the fact that people seem to want him dead and suffering. Maybe the will to keep him suffering was so strong that he stayed alive.

He closed his eyes, he was tired from all the destroying he had been doing. He was glad he could finally get some sleep, it was starting to exhaust him.

While his eyes were closed, he could've sworn he heard a faint scream that sounded like K.O.'s, getting progressively closer. He chuckled, assuming it may have been K.O. inside his mind trying to escape.

Out of nowhere, someone crashed through the ceiling, making T.K.O. quickly jump up and open his eyes. He shook his head in confusion when he saw K.O. standing there, right in front of him.

"You're not going anywhere, edgy me," K.O. declared. "Because I got yeeted into the stratosphere and I landed so hard I went into another universe."

"Who are you?" T.K.O.'s voice was filled with rage, annoyance, and confusion.

"I'm you, silly." K.O. walked up to him and booped his nose. "Of course, not you, but I am a K.O., and you and K.O. are technically the same person."

T.K.O. rolled his eyes. "You sure are great, aren't you? Why don't you do me a favor and go away, it's my second year of existing, get off my back, will ya?"

K.O. shook his head. "No way! We're just getting started!" He giggled as, through the hole that was made in the ceiling, a different K.O.'s head popped out from the side.

"Oh boy, another K.O.?" T.K.O. groaned in annoyance.

"Not just any K.O.! This one is special!"

The K.O. that was peeking around the corner suddenly revealed himself only to be a head and an elongated neck. He swooped down and glanced at T.K.O., his neck bending in unnatural ways.

A look of confusion and disgust immediately crossed over T.K.O.'s face. "What the hell?!?"

K.O. let out a gasp, while Long-Neck K.O. just stared at him blankly. There was a long moment of silence before Carol fell through the roof as well and let out a gasp.

"Watch the four letter word, young man," Carol said, glancing at T.K.O. with a menacing glare. "Or I'll be forced to bring out other versions of you."

"WHY ARE YOU ALL SO WEIRD???" T.K.O.'s fists were starting to spark purple, when someone grabbed his arm from behind. He pulled his arm away and looked back behind him, only to see a K.O. with black ooze leaking from his eyes and mouth.

"This one can't talk," Long-Neck K.O. said, giggling. "But he wants you to know he's happy you exist."

Out of nowhere, more random K.O.'s appeared. Some seemed the same with minor differences, some had major injuries, and quite a majority of them were dead.

"Hey, T.K.O., remember last year when you set me on fire on your day of birth?" T.K.O. looked over and saw a K.O. ghost that was obviously burnt to a crisp. "And you shoved a cake with peanuts down my throat?"

Another K.O. popped up, this one seemed normal but had a lot of scratches on his body. "Hiya, T.K.O., I was one of the first K.O.'s other than the main one, because the author wanted to make a fanfiction like a week or two after our show first came out," he said in a somewhat monotone voice. "I jumped off a building."

T.K.O. looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Though there was a rewritten version of the story in the same book we're being written in right now, it's much better than the original fanfiction despite it being a one-shot."

"You're not making any sense," T.K.O. closed his eyes and placed his hands on his temples. "Please just shut up."

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME OR ANY OTHER ME'S TO SHUT UP!" Long-Neck K.O. shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I CAN WRAP MY NECK AROUND YOU AND SUFFOCATE YOU."

"He's right, you know," said a K.O., who looked similar to T.K.O. but not as bad. It's like someone tried to write about T.K.O. before the episode even aired. "Of course he's right though, he's better than you'll ever be. Plus he's existed longer than you technically."

"Says you," T.K.O. huffed. "Wannabe edgy ass K.O."

"Hey, only I'm allowed to swear." A K.O. who looked really badly beaten up stepped towards him.

"Really? Why can you swear but I can't?" T.K.O. crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, I'm from a discontinued post-apocalyptic alternate universe and I've been traumatized beyond repair, I have a right to swear. You're just swearing because you want to be edgy."

T.K.O. let out yet another groan in annoyance, as more and more K.O.'s and T.K.O.'s popped into existence. After ten minutes, there seemed to be over fifty K.O.'s in the room, and more and more kept coming.

T.K.O. was there the whole time, lying down in a similar position to the one you would be in during a practice tornado drill, covering his ears and shaking. All of the K.O.'s were talking at once and it was driving him insane.

The last straw was when he saw a K.O. who was hanging from the ceiling with his body decomposing. This made T.K.O. let out a really loud scream, but nobody even paid any mind to him.

He growled, picked up a gun that was conveniently lying on the ground, and shot himself.

(A/n) happy birthday T.KO.