"That's so amazing; the power we feel is incredible," I heard them both say. It was kind of disturbing in an uncanny valley sort of way. They're so connected to each other right now, it's like they were made to be one. The synchronization between their movements and the shared expression on their faces were unnerving. It felt as if I was witnessing something not quite human, an eerie imitation of life.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to process the scene before me. "Do you, um, want me to pick up your body? I really don't mind—" I was cut off by a hooded figure bowing before me, interrupting my train of thought.

"Waga maou, I shall take the burden of carrying Double's other half as punishment for missing your brilliant first henshin." His voice was deep and reverent, filled with a mix of awe and regret. Ah, so that's what was missing. But wait a second, how did he get in here, and how the heck did he miss it when he has a time machine?

"How did you?" the female Cyclone half of W questioned, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at the hooded figure.

"Honey, we're in an IKEA with monsters, people in super armor, and possibly a moving door. It's best we don't question these things," the Joker half stopped her from questioning further, his tone light and slightly amused. He seemed to be taking everything in stride, which was both reassuring and unsettling.

"Well, Woz, I can't say I don't mind, but I do expect a good IWAE for me if I can get a hold of an armor." I tried to sound confident, even though I was still trying to wrap my head around the bizarre situation we were in. I found the inclusion of a free WOZ the best part of the Ziku Driver and Zi-O Ridewatch.

"A good one? No, good won't do. I will give you one of my best. It is for my waga maou," Woz replied, his voice filled with a strange, fervent devotion. There was something almost hypnotic about his presence, a charisma that made it hard to question his words.

"So you're not going to question this?" Cyclone half stated, looking at me with a mix of incredulity and concern.

"Not at all. Plus, we technically have powers now, so if he tries anything, we could clock him," the Joker half stated confidently, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His casual acceptance of the situation was oddly comforting, even though it made me wonder just how much we could trust Woz.

After the couple de-transformed, we walked for a while, navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the IKEA. It was my first time in an IKEA, so I was surprised to see a meatball stand nestled among the displays of furniture. The smell of freshly cooked meatballs was too tempting to resist, and I found myself obsessively eating, savoring each bite.

"This is where I take my leave, but I must warn you of the threats beyond the fodder staff. Since Time Jackers don't exist because you wiped them all out—"

"I what—" I dropped my meatball, my mind reeling from the revelation. Woz's words were like a bombshell, dropping heavy and unexpected.

"Don't worry about that, my lord. Since you brilliantly destroyed them, you quickly realized it would create a paradox, so you made Rider Gaia Memories," Woz explained brilliantly. What the heck is the future me on? Couldn't he Dragon Ball this and split the timeline? His explanation made it sound like I was some sort of genius, but it also raised more questions than answers.

"They are basically Another Riders. Bye, my services are required elsewhere." Woz bowed deeply before turning to leave. What the heck? So that's why I have Double here—you can't destroy a Memory without a Maximum Drive. His sudden departure left us with more questions than answers, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being manipulated.

"What was that about, and where the heck did he go?" Yoko, who had returned to her own body, now looked at me quite suspiciously. Her eyes bore into me, searching for any hint of deception or hidden knowledge.

"I don't know; Woz is a mystery. I only know of him because of this whole thing." I then pointed at the driver that I had just decided to keep. The fact that our powers came from a fictional place was something I chose to leave out. It felt too surreal to be true, and I didn't want to add to the confusion and uncertainty.

"That doesn't—" she was cut off by her boyfriend pointing something out, his expression suddenly serious.

"Guys, isn't that a giant wall of tables? I think we aren't alone here." He gestured towards a massive structure made entirely of tables, stretching high above us. There's no way, right? People wouldn't make a society in a freaking IKEA, right? I'm not tripping, right? The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a testament to the bizarre nature of the world we had found ourselves in.