Silence and stillness have settled on Siggy Fields.
Frozen in time, frozen in space, each Siggy Dude remains fixed exactly where they were, that detestable, interminable moment that Siggy historians will later refer to as The Impossible Pause.
Like an austere statue gallery, even the color has leeched from the once vibrant menagerie of Siggy Dudes.
All of them, save one.
Suddenly, inexplicably, The Colorless One begins to glow.
A flicker of pale pink light sparks into being from within GOOBERFISH, growing more intense and vibrant with each passing second.
(Theoretical physicists will later debate whether such units of time held any meaning during The Impossible Pause.)
The light continues to grow, and grow, until the once-colorless zomdude blazes like a brilliant magenta beacon.
Soon, all of Siggy Fields is bathed in radiant pink light. Then, all of Signature-th. Before long, the entire Siggyverse is suffused with electromagnetic radiation of a very specific wavelength, an event cosmologists will later name The Pink Awakening.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, The Impossible Pause was over.
Theologians of Magentarianism will later debate the nature of this supernatural event with the unenlightened, pointing to it as evidence of the divinity of the Great Voice Above, whose distinct cosmological signature is evident up to the beginning of The Impossible Pause and yet glaringly absent ever since. In its place is the comforting magenta afterglow of The Pink Awakening, which brought color and life back to the Siggyverse. Magentarians will claim that The Impossible Pause occurred when the Great Voice Above abandoned the Siggyverse they claim It created, and that The Pink Awakening heralds Its eventual return. Devout believers will even proclaim that they have felt The Pink Awakening speaking to their very souls, giving them faith in a benevolent caretaker who remains in the Great Voice Above's absence, and who, in their own words, "really, really likes us."
Meanwhile in the present, The Colorless One, GOOBERFISH, finally breaks the all-encompassing silence that has entombed the Siggyverse since the beginning of The Impossible Pause, words that will be chronicled and passed down for generations, words that will bring tears to the eyes of the faithful and give pause to the skeptics:
"I DO NOT THINK NOT THINKING IS SO BAD! EVEN THE ONE TIME THAT I DIED BECAUSE I WAS NOT THINKING LED TO MANY GOOD THINGS, LIKE COLORSOME WISPIES AND THE JOY OF BEING ALIVE AGAIN AND PRESSING BUTTONS! I THINK THAT THINKING IS GOOD AS LONG AS THE THINGS YOU ARE THINKING ARE GOOD! WHO WANTS TO PLAY TETHERBALL???"
Somewhere, in the far-flung future, a harsh word is stilled in an angry Siggy Dude's throat upon remembrance of these sacred words. He clutches his tetherball necklace, reciting to himself the Magenta Rule: "Like others as you would have them like unto you."
"'The hell,'indeed," rumbles the ominous voice of MOSS BOSS ROSS. Having taken seemingly longer than GOOBERFISH and PALLAND to rouse from the stupor of The Impossible Pause, he twists his flexible neck this way and that, surveying Siggy Fields.
"Interesting...I knew the SACRIFICIAL RITUAL OF DARKNESS would shake the Siggyverse to its core, but I hadn't the faintest notion of what that truly meant. Now I see the price that was paid to instill me with the vigor of my youth, to turn back the clock, so to speak. Such a hefty price, to rob the time of all for the eternal youth of one. I suppose I could think of worse... cataclysms." His red-eyed gaze snaps back to BRENT at this last word, who, for the moment, still seems trapped in stasis. As if for the first time, he notices the dancing figurine of himself resting on BRENT's outstretched snout.
"'DARKNESS'...You said you needed to perform the RITUAL, and that you were more powerful than I could comprehend. I wonder... could it possibly be...? BRENT?"Eyes flashing crimson again, MOSS BOSS ROSS gives a sinister chuckle. "Of course. Why did I not realize it sooner? This explains everything."
With that, MOSS BOSS ROSS snatches the figurine from BRENT's nose. Taking care not to breathe upon it, he instead rips a clump of MOSS from his rocky torso, holding the MOSS in one hand and the MOSS BOSS ROSS FIGURINE in the hand closest to it. Then, his eyes gleaming with demonic energy, MOSS BOSS ROSS smashes the FIGURINE into the clump of MOSS. The sound of shattering glass echoes across Siggy Fields like a thunderclap.
GOOBERFISH, who had just heard PALLAND's question and seemed baffled at how to explain the rules, perks his DUMBO EARS at the echoing shatter. He turns and sees MOSS BOSS ROSS, cackling with evil glee, as blood drawn from shards of glass spills from his hands, mingling with the MOSS and FIGURINE FRAGMENTS. He casts the bloody mess at BRENT's feet, chanting, "Blood of a BOSS, mingled with MOSS, bring forth a phantom for MOSS BOSS ROSS!" As he intones the spell, a murky, greenish-brown mist billows forth from the wreckage, growing and coalescing into a terrifying, many-armed monstrosity. A long, neck-like stalk extends upward from the center of the writhing mist, and at the top, two sparks of red flame burst into being, just above a gap in the mist filled with unnatural shadows, spilling forth like sewage from a drainpipe. The phantasmal beast roars as ominous music begins to issue forth from the depths of the 'Ure-th, with MOSS BOSS ROSS laughing all the while.
GOOBERFISH blinks, turns back to PALLAND, and says, "DO YOU THINK MR. BOSS ROSS WOULD LIKE TO PLAY TETHERBALL WITH US? HE IS SMART AND GOOD WITH WORDS, SO HE COULD EXPLAIN HOW TO PLAY TETHERBALL WITH US!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!Who wants some MOSS?!?" MOSS BOSS ROSS raises his arms toward the six nearest Siggy Dudes, and the SACRIFICIAL PHANTOM's own arms extend as well, stretching and undulating towards their targets with eerie alacrity.