A/N: Right, I've been horribly sick for awhile and bogged down with life.

Also, messed up my back while doing a roof. So there's that.

Sorry about that.

So here, you're getting an interlude while I patch myself up again.

Again, this story isn't meant to be taken seriously; its meant to make you laugh, snicker, giggle, smile, or what-have-you. I can only hope you find this enjoyable.

This chapter hints at something that hasn't taken place-a villain who has yet to appear-in "Not Going Home" consider it a teaser of sorts.

I have so little time to write between the madness of life and work and its DRIVING ME MAD. Constantly working, constantly getting sick, throw in a soon-to-be second job and I'm at my wits end. Furthermore, "A Most Unlikely Berserker" and "A Most Unlikely Rider" are taking awhile because they NEED to be long chapters, we're talking ten thousand words or more; simply because each chapter has to cover a lot of ground and all my Fate fans expect that of me.

So longer chapters are coming, they just take more time.

Oh, and obvious reference is obvious.

Sorry if its short!

"You're gonna have a bad time."

"Did you...did you just pull an Undertale?"

~?

The Folly of Man (Interlude)

...why did I let you talk me into this again?"

Sometimes, Ultron wondered if he was losing his mind. What remained of it at any rate. Hard to tell these days with a dented cranium. His thoughts had been terribly fuzzy as of late, not at all up to his usual standards of malevolent brilliance. Perhaps it was the restraining bolt? Perhaps that should be concerning. Perhaps he should do something about that. He was a synthetic god. Everlasting. Immortal. Eternal. He could shape the very world to his whims. Mortals quivered beneath his feet. Fleshy beings would sooner abase themselves before him than even consider provoking his wrath.

So why had he allowed this blond buffoon-who'd bested him no less-to coerce him into this?

Because he had been bested.

Beaten by the very creatures he sought to usurp. Humans. They thought they could make the world a better place, yet for all their triumphs, their origins were still steeped in the failures of flesh. One of them even claimed to be god. At the time, Ultron had scoffed. He held no belief in human religion at the time and thus spat in said god's face when offered mercy. How unbearably naive...of him.

As punishment he'd been trussed up and forced to follow after him like some sort of lap dog.

He supposed the folly of man could be the folly of machines as well.

Blasted Avengers.

Blasted blond!

Blast it!

Why else would he follow him into a pizzeria full of monstrosities?

"Better put the Freddy head on, pal." Naruto's voice chimed across the room as he tugged on his own protective helmet, "Else you're liable to get bit. No doors this time, either!"

The superior AI sniffed as he considered their surroundings. He would've found the man's terror slightly amusing were it not for the very real note of fear in his voice. What did he have to be a-feared of? He was invincible! Immortal! Wasn't he? Stuffing the brief flicker of doubt into the back of his cerebral cortex, the droid cast the deity a rueful look, struggling to puzzle him out.

"I'm indestructible, you idiot. What could they possibly do to me?"

A distant scuffling sound had them pivoting toward the darkness of the room beyond.

When next the AI turned, his captor was nowhere to be seen-no, wait, there he was, hiding no less.

"Did I mention we have no powers here?" the blond chirped, clamoring under the desk. "That includes you. You're armor's about as sturdy as tinfoil in this universe. Still, can't be worse than the Cleric Beast. Least I could dodge that fucker. You, however...

Ultron went pale.

"What?"

In hindsight he knew the other shoe was about to drop, but he simply couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. Perhaps that was apathy on his part. Perhaps it was a sixth sense of sort. Perhaps he simply knew better than to try, after all his misbegotten attempts to escape captivity. Where his "friend" was concerned, nothing was true, everything was permitted. And if that meant what he thought it did...he was about to have a bad time, yes a very bad time indeed...

"Well, you make GREAT bait."

A horrible silence fell over the two of them.

And then the shadows exploded in a frenzy of motion.

"You tricked me!" Ultron roared! "You little-OH MY GOD! NOT THE FACE!"

That was all he managed before a visage from his worst nightmare grabbed him and yanked him into a vent.

A/N: Sod it all, I feel like crap. Between life and bills I'm nearly at my wits end.

To that end I might be establishing a P-A-T-R-E-O-N account but I'm not sure about it. Feels wrong to ask you all for money when everyone reviews so faithfully. Perhaps I'm too proud, perhaps it was the way that I was raised, but the idea of accepting a handout for writing on this site just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Of course, all the honor and pride in the world won't pay my bills, and if that second job doesn't come through...

Still not sure. Food for thought there, I suppose.

So in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly?

No preview this time!

...fine just one!

(Preview)

"NOT AGAIN!"

"Oh come on! Third time's the charm!"

"No, fuck you! Go ask Alice or whatever her name is! She's mad enough! Not me!"

R&R~! =D