Theatre Room
This room appears to be a massive theatre. Countless seats litter the room, more than the silly little cast could ever fill. You seem to have come in through the lower entrance, right next to the stage...there looks to be an entrance to the upper floor somewhere, but it's inaccessible for now.
Paradi: "Oh, don't worry you all. We're back."
True Destroyer: The two of them suddenly reappear before the group, to the shock of everyone else there. The Destroyer, in prota form, seems barely able to stand. Their eyes are foggy and unfocused, their limbs slack.
MX-Z0: "...Paradi. What did...what did you do!?"
Even she seems caught off-guard by this, antennae flicking in a strange pattern at the sight. She watches as Stranger subtly walks closer to her.
Paradi: "Change of management. I'll be your host now...so that this little "game" can become a proper punishment. For all parties."
Paradi pushes The Destroyer into the group, watching as they flop on the floor uselessly. "Have fun with that one. They can't die, and while I still can...well, good luck fighting such a devout worshipper of the world's new queen."
Arsenic: "What the fuck are you saying!? Are you the...!?"
Paradi: ...They just laugh.
"No, no! That title belongs to one of you all. I was just their...right hand. A best friend, even...a lover."
They snap their fingers. The guard rails come up, the center disconnecting as it has twice before.
"Let us find out who did all these terrible things, properly now...And not one of you will be allowed to hold back."
Stranger: "P-- Paradi--!!"
Stranger tries to yell something, but just gets a face full of feathers as Paradi shushes him with their wing.
The panel descends, a strange sort of panic gripping the quiet minds of everyone as the realization kicks in.