Eventually, under the care of Baby Evil, the $yndicate learned to live with it as their god and ruler; their caretaker, provider and source of all they needed for life. They worked systematically throughout the established network that was the Dollhouse-Madhouse-Traphouse similarly to how the Puppet Master controlled the Dolls within originally. Though they were the same dolls, this time they were under new management and therefore undergoing a new protocol -- establishing a -new- system instead of working through the -old- one. As the $yndicate thrived under their new ruler, Baby Evil, they soon took over the full grounded portion of the House via both the underground and the surface area, leaving the Puppet Master unable to make any moves against them. They carried out orders that were most simple to orders that were most complex and did so in an organized fashion based on their old ways in tandem with the new ways that Baby Evil provided. Having come from the deepest recesses of the Traphouse that none ever entered and also being a prodigy at both trapping and the mechanics of the Traphouse, Baby Evil was greater than them all. They would soon be undergoing events and intricacies that they had never before done in the system prior, and as the $yndicate established this new system, they began to overwrite the outdated, obsolete methods and manners of what the Puppet Master who once ruled over them issued. These beings still were the same vessels which were once controlled by the Puppet Master and under the harsh slavery of both labor and ignorance, the new party -- the $yndicate -- had pent up aggression and vengeance to exact. Thus, they followed Baby Evil's orders to the end once they saw victory over their original oppressor and the lack of the likeness of said oppressor in Baby Evil, God of the Traphouse.

='The $yndicate'=

The $yndicate continued to maneuver as it would, part of Baby Evil's greater form and extended conscious. It continued to play within the confines of its own understanding of its own creation as well as the fun of utilizing the resources which were acquired during the excavation and extrication from the bowels of the Traphouse using all it had learned and each of the materials provided, including these mutant 'Filthings' which sprouted up and were either slaughtered or used as bait. Thus, when the last of them were gone, only the $yndicate remained proper. The Puppet Master's only hope was if the Filthing mutants were to have come under such command, but now with each of them extirpated, none were left to be manipulated as another society against the $yndicate which was already against the Puppet Master for all of the oppression that was preset with the rulerdom of the Puppet Master over the House, Dollhouse, Madhouse and Traphouse successively. The final to capture from the ground up was not only the House, but the owner of the House, itself, as well.

Baby Evil's spider-like tendrils extended outward and shifted hunks of the fleshy city of clay borne from its own asexual reproduction in the multitude of artful styles of which it were gifted by its own evolution and continued to adapt more greatly than before in an exponential time period all before the Puppet Master were capable of doing anything and whilst the $yndicate took care of the operation in an organized and orderly fashion.

It did not take very long for Baby Evil to capture the ground of the House and with it the Owner or Ruler of the House, as well, but capture of the remainder of the House in all its 'Interior' would be a different course of action altogether. Yet, complete apprehension of the Ruler was first and foremost -- meaning that Baby Evil had to be the Ruler of the $yndicate in order to accomplish the task.

-Cutthroat-

='Cutthroat'=

Finally, all was perfect.

With the Puppet Master captured and the $yndicate established fully, soon the master plan of Khrona could come into fruition through the Dark Network. The faction of the $yndicate which was dedicated specifically to those who established the $yndicate from the ground up before the $yndicate was ever established -- the Dark Network -- had a personal Forbidden faction which belonged to the actual Owner and Ruler of both the Dark Network and the $yndicate that grew from it over time. That was known as 'Black Licorice' and the ruler over it was 'Khrona Tensei,' Tymon's alter ego. "With Baby Evil Set Up," Khrona would say to one of the Black Licorice members which were littered in with the younger $yndicate members, "Ty-chan And Tymonland Will Fall Right Into Place." Tymon's alter ego, Khrona Tensei, was something like a superhero-antihero version of Tymon from childhood, making it another one of the Creations of Ty-chan (Child/Baby/Chibi Tymon) and thus meant to be incorporated into the grand design of Tymon's childhood dreams, wills and wishes for his life and future. "Proceed To Capture All Parts Of The House Whilst The Altar Is Established For Baby Evil."

The Black Licorice unit would hear and heed the words of their Void Bo$$ and $hadow Bo$$, Khrona Tensei, whilst allowing themselves to seep into the different parts of the House and keep the Puppet Master at bay. They knew what to do from the beginning. "Lead The Other Members Of The Dark Network Through The House -- I Already Know The System That Needs To Be Instilled Into Baby Evil In Order To Satiate It." Baby Evil was just another one of Ty-chan's creations -- another version of Tymon as a child and his childhood, of which Khrona would know. "Then Everything I Have Planned For Will Come Together Through The Black Licorice." Each member of the Dark Network heard this and the Black Licorice was mobilized through the House in each of the different factions and fashions whilst the $yndicate continued to keep the Dollhouse-Madhouse-Traphouse secure on lockdown. "The Rest Of The $yndicate Will Be Called In Due Time After The Dark Network Has Rooted Completely." Baby Evil had little to no knowledge about the inner workings of the $yndicate nor that they had been working behind and around Baby Evil the entire time as part of a systematic function that went on before Baby Evil was born out of a figment of Ty-chan's traumatic memories of childhood and self-identity.

"This Will Restore The Innocence Permanently," Khrona whispered to the transitioning members of the Black Licorice unit. "And Then The Game Is Going To Get Really Interesting." One-sidedly, of course, due to the nature of what all of which was being done by Baby Evil, Ty-chan's traumatic memories of his past, and orchestrated in the background by the Void Bo$$ Khrona Tensei. "Lead The $yndicate To The Gamehouse, But Let The Dark Network Encroach Upon The Inner Workings To Make Way For The $hadow Bo$$."

Those were the last words that could be heard within the Black Licorice.

-Dark Network-

Before very long, Baby Evil, which was born as a seed from the memories of the traumatic youth of Tymon, had grown from the nourishment of the House both underground in the Madhouse-Traphouse and on the surface with the Dollhouse extending into the House, itself. The Puppet Master, who controlled the Room, no longer had such control over this portion of the House because it was completely overrun with the vermin-like $yndicate which proved to be a pestilence to the one who sought to keep both they and Baby Evil contained in the recesses of the underground trap and prison forever to work the faulty system. Now, they were a conquest upon the land and the entire room was taken over with the Puppet Master apprehended.

Baby Evil grew in size to match the Room of the House and become like the Puppet Master, then greater than the Puppet Master through being nourished by the connection to the House, itself. Soon enough, Baby Evil was wired through the entirety of the nexus of the interior through the underground -- the walls, the ceiling and all unseen places were extensions of Baby Evil's now larger body, giving it dominion over more Rooms in the House before even leaving the first Room or having the necessity to, even. Thus, the now giant Baby Evil loomed over the apprehended Puppet Master, ready to pull that one on strings and extract all such necessary juicy information about the entirety of the House from his vessel before discarding him completely.

"IT'S MINE!!!!" Baby Evil cried out with a malice that could only be scaled by the look on his face. "MINE MINE MINE MINE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!!" Soon enough, with more information, Baby Evil took on a form which was more familiar to itself -- the Child version of Tymon; Ty-chan. This is because all 'Baby Evils' are just figments of Tymon's traumatic childhood and once they grew up and retained their primordial memories, they would assume the form of Ty-chan, no matter what incarnation that was. Therefore, Baby Evil now rested inside of the House as Ty-chan, Ruler of the House.

"I, TYMON, CLAIM THIS HOUSE AND ALL EXTENSIONS IN THE NAME OF THE VERITAS!!!"

Though it was already in the name of the Veritas, the Puppet Master was working some evil fabrication to tell the Dolls and all within the Dollhouse, Madhouse and Traphouse that the House belonged to he alone instead of the Veritas. Thus, now that the truth was out and House Veritas was not only established, but the $yndicate that worked through and by House Veritas would also be commandeering all the pieces of it which were lied about by the Puppet Master -- each of the intruder's lies would be overwritten when Ty-chan got word of them or when the $yndicate got intel on it. Instead of the $yndicate being confined to merely the Traphouse or the Madhouse, they would live in and run through the entirety of the House -- House Veritas.

"TAKE THE LYING PUPPET MASTER AND THROW HIM OUT OF MY HOUSE. I WILL FEAST ON HIS BRAINS WHILST HE IS IN SHAMBLES, LIKE HE TRIED TO MAKE US!!!!"

Ty-chan's cry of actual conscious remembrance of self was much more terrifying and threatening than when Ty-chan was Baby Evil and acting both on ignorance and on instinct -- now Ty-chan was a greater threat to be reckoned with and the first thing that he was going to do was to go throughout the House and make checks.

"Meanwhile, I, Tymon, Am Going To Go PLAY!!! PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY~!!! Teeheehee." Suddenly, Ty-chan's demeanor got much more lighthearted at the thought of playing. His men were safe, the House was under control, the adversary was apprehended and ready to be slaughtered... The only thing that was left was to actually start the House up in all of its facets. "I Have Muuuuuuuch Work To Do!!! OOOOOOH!!!" Ty-chan, whose flesh was attached to the Dollhouse and the House, would seep into the ground and jut out of a different part of the House. "I AM THE $YNDICATE," he cried out in reference to his symbiotic movement through and with the House. "IF I SO CHOOSE, I CAN MAKE THIS HOUSE GET UP AND--"

Suddenly, Ty-chan had another ingenious idea, as he often did. "YEEEESSS!!! THAT'S IT!!! UNNECESSARY SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ty-chan cackled maniacally, then suddenly composed himself. "I'm Going TO Cause The Entire Planet Harboring House Veritas To Transform, Then We Can Do All Sorts Of Fun Things." So, that's what Ty-chan started doing. "EVERYONE BRACE YOURSELVES. WE'RE ABOUT TO GET A LITTLE TURBULENCE."

There was a violent rumbling in all the Red Moon, where House Veritas was located.

"TEAR!!!" Ty-chan cried out before slipping back into the walls of the House, "IT IS TIME!!!!!!"

From their, Lord Lacrimoso would know what to do to take care of the House and its subsequent transportation to the Ultraviolet Moon.

"As you wish, Bocchan..." an elegant and subtle voice spake out from the shadows of the outer rooms of the House, which had already been infiltrated by this shadowy figure known as 'Tymon's Spirit.' Tear M. Lacrimoso, the personal caretaker of many of the Veritas' workings (as it had been since before the Veritas was built up so greatly and was only just the Dusk) already had units sweeping through the House since before Ty-chan became conscious and before he recognized his own spirit -- Tear, himself -- had already been dealing with matters behind the scenes and in the shadows, especially among the Organization of the Veritas -- the Dark Network, specifically. "Already taken care of..." He giggled lightly to himself somewhat cutely, yet with acute eyes that looked as though they could cut through glass with such acuity that they would not break it, but only cleanly slice straight through.

"Royal Servants..." Tear beckoned his 'clones' and 'copies,' many of which were just 'Mechanica,' of which Tear was the Master and Master Control of, "Clean Sweep." The mechanical units of the Veritas -- Mechanica -- were -ALL- under Tear's direct and complete command because of his own technological prowess and the power of his actual soul, which still to this day remained as the true core of Mechanica, giving all the machines in all the Veritas their life and their command. Tear, himself, assigned many of the Mechanica within the $yndicate, the Dark Network -AND- Black Licorice prior to anyone's knowledge, which is how he got so much accomplished so quickly and silently in the darkness. That said, those units that were of Tear's command were actually those which looked nearly exactly like he; they learned from him, were groomed by him and even sought to be him (though he knew that they could not, for he was the one and only). They were his Royal Servants; the Servicemen, of which sometimes Tear, himself, posed as since they looked so much like he and were made in his image (partially for that exact purpose). "Chop chop!" he declared with two swift claps of his hands, "We've got a whole House to clean and the Young Master will not be so keen to waiting after being treated so poorly by this..." Tear's eyes cut to the ugly Puppet Master that was nothing but an intruder of House Veritas, "... Less than substantial, poor excuse of life." He shook his head, flashing his signature deadly nonchalant smile and letting out a soft chuckle, which became a tickled giggle before long.

"Mobilize Mechanica," was his final command before House Veritas was completely commandeered once again. The Royal Servants would tend to the royal House and Tear could tend to more pressing issues that the Royal Servants could not deal with, the Mechanica did not have the functionality to maintain without Tear's help and which would also cover many other aspects for the future that were left only up to the knowledge of Tymon in each of his forms... of which Tear, as Tymon's Spirit, was one of -- one of the most majorly important, at that. "Adieu," he uttered deftly with a breath, swiftly pivoting around and slipping into the darkness in a blur. To where and to do what, none would know except he, himself... As it should be.

Such ends the tale of Baby Evil; the Traumatic Childhood of Tymon.