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Wapeachy's deadly tennis tournament of doomIn the Mushroom Kingdom, Princess Peach is dressed in a pink dress with a mini skirt and a blue broch. Her hair is done in a ponytail and in her hand is a pink tennis racket with a crown pattern on the strings looking a a letter she received. "I wonder who sent this invite? There's no name, just an upside-down crown, Strange.""If it's so strange, Princess, then why are we going?" Toadsworth Peach's long-lived escort is walking by his princess's side."You worry too much it's just a tennis competition. What could go wrong?"In a mysterious castle, surrounded by dark clouds and thunderstorms, is a dark figure watching Peach through a telescope. "Waahaahaa, she took the bait! Soon I'll defeat my rival and get my revenge!""Waa, great, so can I now put this down now," The purple-clad, thin man Waluigi is holding up the telescope for his princess's eye."Yeah princess, my arms are getting tired." the yellow-clad fat man Wario is holding up a series of crates ladders, and an elevator stacked on top of each other topped by a small pratique girl in elevator shoes and, a purple dress that connects to headwear, and a small crown."Fine, I'm done here." The princess shoves away the telescope causing Waluigi to lose his balance. She then jumps into the elevator, rides it down to the ladder, slides down to the crates, and climbs down onto Wario's face, finally gracefully stepping on a collapsed Waluigi before reaching her destination.Back with Peach, she reaches the purple/yellow-colored stadium, "Interesting color scheme. Seems familiar." the princess is led to the locker room by a couple of Goombas. Spying into the room with a camera, WaPeachy has an evil grin. "Wahehe, now here's the plan, you're gonna replace her racket with this." she pulls out a replicate of a peach's racket. "The Waremote racket brought to you by Professor Egad and rebranded by me." The bro claps, "Yes, I'm awesome. Now go!"The bros reach the lady's changing room, "You got the racket?""Yeah, right here.""Perfect, nothing can go wrong. let's go." Wario opens the door."Wario, what are you doing?!""What?!""You can't go in there!""Wha?" Wario looks at the women's symbol. "Oh. Well, bro, you have to take one for the team.""What, why me?""You the one holding the racket."Waluigi passes to his bro. "Now you are."Wario shoves it back, "No, you.""No, you."The two brothers start fighting, and then they get a call, "Hello?""What are you two doing? Get in there and replace the racket!""But we can't enter a lady's changing room."Wapeachy facepalms. Peach walks out, "Oh, hello, Wario, Waluigi. Are you part of the tournament? The men's changing room is down the hall.""Uh, thanks. See on the field.""What he said."As Peach competes in round 1 against a Goomba. The other princess is wrangling the necks of her minions. "How did you two fail such a simple task?!""What did you want us to do? Enter a lady's private quarters.""Yeah, why couldn't you do it?""Because! I was doing my nails." she rushes to the window, "She is still in the middle of her match. We can still embarrass her. Quick pelt her with anything you can get your hands on." the trio starts throwing food and objects, laughing manically. After running out, they look out and see Peach winning her match, perfectly clean. "Huh?""Eww." "Who throwing food?!" "I'm all sticky."Wapeachy closes the window and backs away. "Wait, she will be resting soon. Where's the racket?" they look around and see it missing. Looking out the window, they see a child swinging the Waremote control racket. Wapeaechy bites her shirt. "Grrrrrr!"Round 2 Peach's next opponent is a Shy guy. Wario grabs the bucket of tennis balls and swaps it with purple and yellow ones. "I did the deed.""Good with Egad's funny balls or what I like to call Waballs. We will mess her up with all sorts of tricks. Exploding ones, multiplying ones, growing ones, shrinking ones, sticky ones, ones with my beautiful face.""Wa, What do those ones do?""Nothing, they just look good. Don't you agree?" The bros look at each other before nodding in agreement. "OK, now let us watch the carnage."The round starts. The ball goes back and forth when Shy Guy activates the illusion-Waball. Two balls rush towards Peach, one going left and one towards the right. "Oh, this is like the games back home." She kept her eyes on both balls. Then she dashes left, knocking back the ball and scoring.Wapeachy swings her ax at the bros nearly hitting them, cutting the floor in the process, "What?! How did she score?!" "Uhh, lucky shot?"Suddenly, they hear an explosion, Wapeachy gleefully looks out the window, "Did we get her?" her smile turns upside down as she sees it was Shy Guy who got blown up. As Shy Guy is sent to the affirmatory, Wapeachy chases the Wa brothers with her ax. Winning by default, Peach hears screaming, "Is that Wario and Waluigi? I hope they're doing well in their match.Wapeachy is sitting on her throne, "My wine, boys." Wario holds a chalice as Waluigi pours the wine. Wario hands it to his princess. She sips and then spits it on Waluigi. "This is disgusting. Why do people drink this stuff?" Now drinking apple juice through a silly straw. "Boys it is your turn To make sure you win not only will you face her together but I got special Egad super suits called Wasuits. Now go out there and embarrass her!"The contenders take the court, "Oh my, is this round a doubles match? I don't have a partner.""Yeah, it is doubles, your opponents have been doubled. Wahahaha!""And with our Wasuits given to us by our generous princess, there's no way we will lose.""Princess?" the match begins. Peach serves Waluigi in the back returns. Peach swings back. Back and forth neither given an inch. Sweat drips down Wario's face, "How is she keeping up with us?""Wa, We need to use our Wasuits." The suits pulls out robot arms holding tennis rackets, "Now, get past this." The ball passes them. "No fair, I was distracted."The next serve the ball gets past them. The serve after that passes them again. The next serve Wario swings all his rackets and the ball gets past in between them, meanwhile, Waluigi's metal arms manage to get tied together somehow, "Wa, what's going on, why are we losing?""Yeah, it's like more rackets don't make it easier to hit the ball.""Sorry boys, you can cheat all you want but you can't beat pure skill.""Oh yeah, check out our Wasuits at full power. take my full power serve." The ball engulfed in flames flies past Peach."Out!"Wario's mouth is left in a gasp. "You idiot! Try to aim next time." Wario growls at his brother's complaint. Wario serves again this time hitting the ball in the court but the ball flies straight in the air. everyone looks at waiting for it to come down. They wait and wait, still waiting with more waiting, while waiting Wario lay down picking his nose while Waluigi takes a nap. Soon the ball comes down and before it hits the ground the ever-so-diligent princess smacks it towards the lazy brothers. "Huh? Ahh!"The next serve goes better for the duo, while they haven't scored their powerful strikes wearing Peach down. "Haha with these suits we can't lose." the ball passes Waluigi. "Eh? No fair I was distracted."Peach nearly running out of breath, "I need to end this soon or I will run out of stamina. I got it." after a few back and forth, her chance comes she strikes hard to have the ball bounce high not as high as the shot from Wario earlier but still high enough to need a high jump from Waluigi who returns it. Peach grins preparing for this striking low past Wario and under the descending Waluigi.Game. Set. Match."How did you two lose?!" Wapeachy has her foot on the tied-up brothers."It's not my fault it's Waluigi's fault. He kept getting distracted.""Wa, my fault? You're the one who missed the last shot!""Who cares about the last shot? You missed more shots than me!""Says who?""Says me."Wapeachy starts kicking them, "Silence, you bozos! Obviously, I can't rely on you two. So, it's up to me and my unparalleled abilities. I'll win with a perfect score. I'll leave her crying with snot on her face and begging for her mommy! Brahaha!" Wario and Waluigi join in the evil laughter.Match win Peach.Match win Peach. Match win Peach."With three perfect wins, the winner of the tournament Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, Peach!""Why?!" Wapeachy is kicking and screaming as she cries with snot on her face, "Why didn't I win?! Mommy!"Wario looks to his brother, "How can we cheer her up?""I don't know. You got any idea?" "Nope."Peach and her subjects are ready to head home, "I told you, Toadworth, it would be fine.""I guess you were right, Princess. But what were Wario and Waluigi doing there, and why were they allowed to cheat?""And that strange girl, who was she and what was she rambling about? Something about her darling?"Suddenly a shadow cast over them and a familiar voice is heard, "Ah, my darling Princess Peach. I got your invitation. I hope I'm not late." Bowser, in a well-made tux, shows her a letter. "I would have come sooner but I had trouble picking the perfect outfit." "Invitation?! The Princess would never send an invitation to the likes of you!? And should I even mention you completely missed the Princess winning the tournament!" "I think that invite was from the girl that was hosting.""Bwaa, I missed it? Well, I'm already here, might as well kidnap you."Back in the tower, "How am I going to get my revenge now?!""Princess, may I ask why you want revenge on Peach?"suddenly Peach's screams for Mario can be heard, Wapeachy looks out to see the kidnapping in process, "That old wrench is hogging my darling Bowser!"The brothers are in a gasp, "Darling Bowser?!""Darling, I'm coming!" The lovestruck girl runs off chasing her man."Waa! Princess! Wait for us!" And thus with the kidnapping of Princess Peach, Bowser is unknowingly followed by a mysterious fan with her minions trying to catch up.
Ravager's War Chapter TwelveChapter Twelve: The Briefing The reduction of the crew complement from three hundred to at least eighty had indeed allowed for a lot more space to be opened up on the Hapj. And yet, even with the Alliance’s lack of resources, the fact that not only were all the renovations completed ahead of schedule but that even the most frivolous of ideas could be achieved was mind boggling. Kira couldn’t help but be impressed as she walked through the halls of the completed ship, looking around with a content yet passive smile. As she did so, she passed Rusk’s idea of having not only a mini-obstacle course set up next to the weight room, but also a rather sizable shooting range right next door. There was also now a fully refurbished Command and Control center located just under the neck connecting the ship to the bridge, which also got a sizable rework. Apparently, a wrecked Star Destroyer and a decommissioned Mon-Calamari cruiser helped fit the bill for the Hapj’s reconstruction, which made Kira even more impressed. However, there was one aspect of the additions she wasn’t too keen about: the new spa. It was Kara’s idea of course, and apparently Admiral Dallows loved it so much she made it a top priority on the ship’s non-military list. Kira had argued against it, saying the section could be better used as a third weapon’s storage bay, but then Rusk found a janitor’s closet that no one would need. So, much to her chagrin, Kira watched as the spa was built, complete with gender separated sections. As such, she found it her obligation to try it out. Even more so since Kara wasn’t around to field test it. Approaching the spa, which was located on the deck just below the gym and near the port side hull, Kira suddenly found herself glad she was naked. This saved the wasted time of getting undressed and gave her more time to properly test this location out. First, there were the showers. They were located comfortably after the locker room to allow anyone to wash off filth and sweat to keep the spa clean. After walking up towards the shower and turning one on, Kira began to wash a lot of her body. It didn’t take long for her to get the shower going, but once the water got hot it sure did feel good. However, one thing became abundantly clear, the water pressure was surprisingly weak. Normally this wouldn’t bother Kira, especially since the ship ran on recycled water that had to be distributed throughout a ship for a compliment of three hundred. But for a ship that was being redesigned to carry only one hundred, the fact that the pressure was still low was surprising. Still the water was warm enough and the stream was steady, and that was more than enough. In no time at all, she was finished with her shower and soon she made her way to the spa. The moment she stepped into the water, she immediately felt relaxed; fully sliding her way in, Kira had felt stress she didn’t know she had melt away. Sinking all the way up to her shoulders, she made her way to the far side of the spa. As she rested her back against it, she noticed a large window above her; despite it being open to space, the large window was showing the full view of the gas nebula. Looking around the spa proper, Kira could see spa candles spread out near every corner along with plant life of all kinds near each wall’s center. Kira was impressed, whoever had designed this spa had done a wonderful job. But as she soaked, her mind began to return to the problem that had plagued her ever since the mid-day meeting at the hanger. Her team was split-up: Cal was with that Inquisitor on Renatasia III, Kara and Jemini were off on their ship doing Angel knows what in the Great Hunt, and to top that all off she was now going to be piloting an ARC-170 Starfighter. More than that, Rusk was going to be with her as her fighter’s gunner. That was going to be a problem, since the ARC-170 was an operation of three. She was going to have to accept another into the ranks. But that was a mere pitiful issue compared to the massive problem that was plaguing her mind: she wasn’t a fighter pilot! She was barely even a pilot herself. Sure, she flew the Falchion a few times, yes, but even those times she was operating a ship that was relatively simple to fly. Yet, soon enough, she was going to be in the controls of a very complex craft. A fighter-craft that was far, far out of date compared to the X-Wings and TiE-fighters that were zooming around the galaxy. To say nothing of the fact that the craft was operated by pilots that wore pressure suits, in case a bailout was necessary. She sighed, slightly wondering if the possibility was available to redesign the ARC to allow for the possibility to fly nude. Even if that possibility was an impossibility, it gave Kira an odd comfort. Especially since it would make sure that Bare Squadron wouldn’t lose its only gimmick. However, as she sunk into the water up to her chin, Kira couldn’t find any way to fully relax. Over and over she thought about a massive way to get out of the situation. But it wasn’t until she heard the sounds of the shower running again that she was snapped out of her thoughts. Looking around, she looked towards the showers and tried to peer through the steam coming off the hot water. But just as she was about to lean forward to ask who had joined her the answer became rather clear. “Easy Captain Gemini, it’s only me,” Essara responded from the steam. Kira blushed slightly before quickly recovering, “Sorry, Admiral, I guess I’m still not used to people entering in unannounced.” Still washing herself off in the shower, Essara spoke calmly yet loudly so Kira could hear quickly, “Was that common aboard the Falchion?” “Only rarely,” Kira admitted, “and even then it was mostly thanks to Jemini.” “Well it was her ship, so I doubt she is to blame.” Kira chuckled, “Yeah, that’s true. And in her defense, she smartened up very quickly.” “That’s good to hear,” Essara responded, “Then again I would grant that to all of the Bare Squadron.” Kira chuckled as she heard the water of the shower switch off. She was about to comment when she noticed Essara step out of the shower stall, dry herself off, and walk towards the spa. As she did so, Kira got a very good look at her Admiral. If Kira was into women, she’d have a very hard time trying not to jump out of the spa and throw herself on Essara. Essara was easy on the eyes when she was dressed in uniform. Right now, she was amazing. Typical of any Naboo resident, she had a nice hourglass body, with firm and thick hips that complimented a nice mid curve. More notice were Essara’s breasts, they were the size of Kira’s head. Her crimson hair matched the nicely trimmed carpet near her area. And yet while Kira was not into women, she had found she was not into men either. Even before she had finally shed her clothes, Kira had found nothing appealing from either Cal or Rusk when they started strutting around the ship. And in all fairness, that didn’t matter to Kira. As she learned when she did shed her own clothes, she was who she was. As she stepped into the water, Essara gave Kira a soft yet goofy smile. She tossed her towel aside and slid into the water before resting next to Kira. Clearing her throat, Kira continued. “What makes you say that?” Kira asked, “And, please, don’t just say it’s because of our brazen nudity. By the Angel I’ve heard all of them.” Essara laughed, “No, no, of course. I mean, that’s part of it.” Kira gave a look towards Essara as the other laughed, “What I was meaning was that there’s something very… loose about how you act amongst each other.” Kira replaced her look with a sideways smile, “We’re a family. And most times we act very casually with each other.” “Well considering all you’ve been through…” Essara nodded. There was a moment of quiet that came between the two of them as they soaked. Then, with a slightly incline, Kira looked at Essara and shifted. It didn’t take the admiral long to figure out what the captain was feeling. “You’re still anxious about piloting the ARC-170, aren’t you?” Kira nodded, “I’m no fighter pilot.” “I understand your concerns. However, as I told you, our hands are tied. The Alliance’s resources are stretched thin due to our recent losses, and even this ARC-170 was a tough thing to grab. All the frontline units are taking up their X-Wings, Y-Wings. A-wings, and T-wings leaving us with the bare minimum. Even worse, our losses are heavier in manpower. Like it or not, you’re the only pilot I’ve got left,” Essara explained. “There’s a huge difference between piloting a starship and piloting a starfighter,” Kira protested. Essara gave a sly look as she sank down to her shoulders, her breasts still trying to remain afloat, “Just as there is a gap between an Imperial and a Rebel.” Kira met the sly look with an icy glance. However, it didn’t last. As much as she wanted to argue that, Essara was trying to be sympathetic. “Kira, look, if I had the option to bring in a crew for the 170, I would,” Essara soothed. “You’re asking a lot of me,” Kira whimpered. “No more so than what I am asking of everyone about the Hapj. Our job is to respond to the threats the Empire are creating out here in the Outer Rim. As much as we want to liberate Coruscant, Naboo, or the like, the war at this stage must be fought here. Losing Derra IV the way we did…” Essara started. She didn’t need to finish, Kira understood. Maldra IV may have been a successful evacuation of civilian personnel, but it cost the Alliance dearly in manpower. And that cost became even greater when Derra IV fell. Essara’s point was more than reasonable, even if it was asking the galaxy of Kira Gemini. Sighing again, Kira lowered herself underwater for a moment before surfacing again. “Well, I’ll keep at it. For the Alliance,” Kira responded. “For the Alliance.” And with that conversation quietly over, Kira changed the subject, “So, I take it Kara’s idea was a good one.” “In all honesty, I was going to do this anyway, since Naboo spas are one to behold.” Essara laughed, “Some people say Amidala the Great had some of her greatest ideas in the spa.” She then shifted her body upwards so that her breasts hung out of the water, “However, I wanted this ship to not entirely be a warship. We have to remember that under the extreme pressure of our rebellion, constant emphasis on combat and efficiency will end up with our men breaking.” “Speaking as a former Imp though, there’s something to be said about removing creature comforts to improve combat efficiency,” Kira commented. “For the Empire, sure. But we’re not the Empire,” Essara responded, “And besides, you’re enjoying it.” Kira couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, there’s a lot of things I’ve learned over the past year.” “Especially on how to live without clothing?” Again, Kira laughed, “Something if you told me a year ago I’d be doing now, I’d have slapped you for. I often used to think Kara was being just… obscene with her brazen nudity. Now… I’ll admit I feel more proud to be a woman.” “Battle scars and all,” Essara said, pointing to the grenade wound Kira had on her side, “You’d make some heads roll with that.” Kira blushed, “I’m married to my job.” “Of that, we’re in agreement,” Essara responded. “Though,” Kira asked tilting her head, “I am curious about you. What brought you to the Rebellion?” “The Death Star,” Essara smirked. Kira couldn’t help but laugh. While every Alderannaian left alive used that reasoning for the enlistment, for the rest of the Rebellion joining because of that Super Weapon had become a shorthanded comment for ‘joining for the right reasons.’ While Kira never used it, especially since there was a touch of insensitivity to the comment, she often enjoyed when non-Alderannians used it. After a moment of the two girls chuckling, Kira cocked an eyebrow. “Okay now Admiral, off the record, what made you join the Rebellion?” Kira asked, “The Assassination of Queen Apailanna?” Essara shook her head, “I was only a toddler when that happened. No, while Dad may not wish to get involved directly in galactic politics anymore, present mission excluded, my reasoning has been a bit more personal. I had a lover, about a decade back, and they were Bothan.” Kira nodded, “What happened?” “An Imperial ship got a hold of their transport, claiming it had violated Imperial shipping lanes. They seized the cargo, and killed the crew, leaving none alive. Turns out one of the Moff’s had a daughter aboard, and she was running from her father to try to elope with a Mon Calamari. In order to avoid the scandal, the Imps destroyed everyone claiming it was an abduction. My lover… they were aboard that ship as nothing more than a passenger…” Kira nodded, a somber expression on her face, “I understand. Anyone we know involved in the mission?” Essara shook her head, “No, though that’s a fair question to ask. The Imp ship involved was assigned to the Death Star during Operation Skyhook…” “So payback was given over Yavin,” Kira finished. “Exactly,” Essara responded, “So my earlier comment wasn’t entirely untruthful.” Kira smirked, “Just don’t let anyone from Alderaan hear that.” “Hey now, I outrank you, I don’t have to listen to that!” Essara laughed. The duo laughed for a bit before a chime was heard over the intercom. Essara then stood up and pressed a button on a nearby wall, “This is Admiral Essara Dallows, Captain Kira Gemini is with me.” “Admiral,” Skip’s voice came over the intercom, “We’re ready for you on the bridge.” “We’ll be there shortly.” Essara responded and then closed the channel, “It’s time Captain, excuse me while I get dressed.” Kira laughed, “Ya know, if Kara was here…” But Essara interrupted, “You may be comfortable with going full monty, but my father’s aboard, I’d like to avoid that awkwardness for now. Next time, Captain.” Kira rolled her eyes with a laugh, “Thank the Angel that Kara wasn’t here.” After finding Rusk in the armory, polishing his gatling blaster no less, Kira walked into the newly finished briefing room. Unlike the spa room, which had been completely rebuilt from scratch, this room was merely a redesign of the original communication center. While it still kept the Imperial gray, the briefing room now had a large multi-purpose holo-emitter sitting in the middle of the room. The other new addition was a set of large blast walls that could be closed, sealing the bridge from any would-be hijackers. This gave the room a more square feel compared to its previous round shape. As she and Rusk entered, Kira surveyed the occupants present. Admiral Dallows had indeed gotten dressed in her golden Alliance uniform, and had even managed to dry her hair in record time, and was standing in the back of the room. On her left was the pilot of the Naboo starfighter now sitting in the hangar bay, the man she called her father, Rhys Dallows. Though he was certainly older than his daughter, Kira could spot the family resemblance. Wing Commander Spot Galvas took up the Admiral’s left, his Petrons-esc resemblance now more muffled thanks to him removing several pieces of makeup that created the facial scars the Imperial Admiral got during Kara’s rescue mission. Next to the wing commander was the ship’s Marine Commander, Austin Leaf. A well built Corellian, Austin was among the token few aboard the ship that had been at the Yavin Campaign. In fact, Kira could clearly remember the marine manning a turret during the battle that had cost her her old Imperial ties. When she had joined the Rebellion, Commander Austin was very vocal in his opposition to Kira’s membership. That all changed after Maldra IV, and Kyle’s death. While the duo had never been close, Austin did credit Kyle as the reason he survived as long as he did. So out of obligation to her brother’s memory, the Marine Commander changed his tune. Finally, there was the ship’s Engineer, Grrord of Clan Yarnak. The Eldest of Kara’s adoptive clan, Grrord was one of those rescued by Kara during her first mission. He had been among many of the Wookiee slaves that had helped build the first Death Star, though he did manage to escape his slavery. After that, Grrord had been a part of a mercenary force that singularly targeted any Imperial ship regardless of if it was military or not. This led him to gaining a significant bounty on his head, one the Transdosians were happy to collect when they captured him. Instead of turning him into the bounty hunters, the Transdosians instead opted to flip Grrord back to the Empire for the slavery bonus. That mistake allowed Kara’s clan to find out where he was, attack the Indomitable, and the rest is history. For his part, Grrord was technically sound, though he was no Chewbacca. Finally sizing up the crowd, Kira couldn’t help but smile and slightly blush that once again only she and Rusk wore their birthday suits. Though again, none of the assembled minded one bit. Essara nodded to the room before glancing to a technician standing off to the side. At that moment, a blue sphere appeared before the image zoomed out to display a full solar system. “Good afternoon, everyone, let me first start by formally introducing my father Rhys Dallows to you all. While most of you may recognise his signature starfighter and flight jacket as tokens of Naboo’s Bravo Flight, I’ve brought my father along for a different reason. His role for the time being will be as mission specialist for the sector we are going to.” Essara started before waving her hands to the image, “This is the Karthakk system. Back in the waning days of the Old Republic, the system was remote and lawless, only occupied by a Trade Federation shipping route. As such, the system became a hotbed for piracy. These days, our Imperial friends hold only a slightly more visible presence out there, but sources tell me it’s only for show. And that’s because they aren’t there to enforce the law, intelligence has confirmed they’re building weapons. “During the lead up to the Clone Wars, a group loyal to the Separatist cause began developing a very potentant and deadly weapon of mass destruction. One that would make the Death Star seem like a small-use station. They were only stopped from deploying the weapon by the local pirates aided by a Jedi. At the time, it was assumed all the research on the project was lost…” Essara continued, pausing to allow the obvious question to be asked. It was Kira who obliged, “Do we believe the Empire restarted the weapon’s development?” Essara nodded, “None of the sources intelligence have can give us a straight answer on if it’s the same weapon or not, and while it’s safe to assume such, at the moment all we’re doing is assuming. Regardless, Command wants us to investigate the system and stop whatever the Empire is doing there.” She paused again and turned to her father, “And that’s where my father comes in. During the Invasion of Naboo, my father enlisted… well really was assisted by the local pirates of this system in helping reclaim our home planet.” Rhys snorted but nodded. Then he keyed the holo-emitter and a new image appeared. The Solar System was replaced by a tall man, well built, and who had a mechanical left hand. His face had a permanent grimace to it, and his head looked like a cross between a human and a squid with tendrils that went down to his chin. Rusk snorted, “A Feeorin, and an old one too.” Grrord rumbled a discouraging comment. “Not all of them are pirates by trade,” Rusk casually commented, “But this one saw a lot of action it seems.” “More than anyone in this room combined,” Rhys agreed, “His name is Nym, he’s the leader of the Lok Revenants. While they’re pirates by nature and trade, they’re not above honorable acts. During the Naboo Invasion, the Trade Federation displaced them from their home. So in an act of revenge, along with a bit of good nature, Nym helped myself and a mutual friend of ours out in destroying the Federation’s base on Eos. Just before the Clone Wars started, Nym managed to take back his base on Lok, and knock out the weapon Essara told you about. But I was busy with the Royal Guard at the time and couldn’t assist. Still, he’s an old friend who does owe me one.” “That was thirty years ago,” Kira pointed out, “You sure he still remembers that?” “Nym’s not one to forget a deed,” Rhys responded, “And besides, I’ll bet on it.” “And I’m calling that bet,” Essara said, “We’re making for Lok. You’ll all learn the rest when we arrive.”Editor's Short Ramblings:Another chapter has come and gone. I'm having a hard time focusing on these ramblings and will thus keep them short, as I'm not sure how many people even read or care about them.In this chapter, Kira took a nice bath and had a bare, no walled conversation with Essara. And the discussion about what comes next for Kira and Rusk took place, their mission.This chapter was fun to work on, as always. I just hope I'm not going insane or something. Who knows, really. These things can happen. Anyways, this has been Desh...
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Roentgen, A My Hero Academia AU: V2, Chapter 2,Volume 2, Chapter 2: Initiative“Nothing for it once you place your life upon the die”Outside of Aleksei’s Clinic, Downtown Musutafu, 11:56 AM “So, you’re really going through with this?” Maika raised a brow at the doctor. “You’d want me to renege on an invitation like this?” Maika had just opened the door and left it to close when she caught Aleksei making his way out of the clinic. When the door closed, she leaned back on it and crossed her arms, tilting her head at the doctor while also maintaining a raised brow. Aleksei sighed and fidgeted with his cane, tapping its ferrule on the sidewalk in a rhythm indicative of an actual melody rather than a random stringing of different sounds. He then adjusted his grip to wrap around the cane’s shaft before stuffing his other hand in his lab coat pocket and looking Maika in the eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange? We settled the aftermath of that night already; now the ‘Principal’ of a prestigious hero academy calls out of nowhere and wants to talk with you about it?” she pressed.“I am not denying it is strange, Maika, but it’s worth seeing what his true intentions are.” Aleksei retorted. “Are they really?” “For you? No, I do not expect them to be. But for me? Could be worth the trip,” the doctor nodded. “Besides, I’ve had something on my mind recently.” “And what would that be?” Maika walked up to him. “Just an idea of sorts.” he responded with a slight voice crack. Maika took notice of his voice crack and closed in on him. When she got well into his personal space, she raised herself on the tip of her toes; leaned forward and stared right into his eyes. “Something about that voice crack tells me it’s a bad one.” “I-It’s not a bad idea!” Aleksei stammered as he backed away from her. “It’s just a very… bold one.” “That doesn’t make it any better.” Maika scoffed. The doctor once again let out a sigh, this time it was one that was coated in exasperation and dragged out for three seconds. He then walked to the edge of the sidewalk and looked up and down the bustling market road. He let his gaze drift across all the lively pockets of the streets; from makeshift stalls tended to by friendly vendors to even the shops that had windows in which you could see the interior. He then turned back to look at Maika. “Ever since I killed Uzui, I realized just how much damage I had dealt to this small section of the city; a section that did not deserve to be host to the events of that night. I made something of a self-promise that I would try not to repeat that mistake again, and even keep this area completely safe from future harm.” explained Aleksei.“What does that have to do with your excursion to U.A.?” Maika shot back. “This might be the chance to start actually making something of that promise.” There was a brief instance of silence that followed. It was naught but a couple of seconds; but to Maika and Aleksei, it felt like a stretched-out minute of them looking at one another, trying to read each other’s inner thoughts just by the examination of their faces. Maika relented and put her hand back on the door’s handle to withdraw. She set her sights on the reception desk, visible through the door’s pristine glass panel, but then something clicked inside her mind, and she shot her gaze back to Aleksei. “Wait, it’s almost noon sharp, how do you plan to get there fast enough?” The doctor looked back to her and gave her a brief, almost child-like smirk. After that he crouched into something of a squat position, still holding his cane by the shaft as he lowered himself. Just then, the area between his lifted-up heels and the sidewalk took on something of a wavy appearance before a violent woosh sounded off and flames sprung to live under his heels. Aleksei then jumped up from his squat and subsequently propelled himself into the air with two streams of heat and fire that effortlessly lifted him away. The entire street was caught off-guard by his display, including Maika who was the most awe-struck yet disturbed out of all the spectators. As Aleksei and his trail of fire trailed off towards the other end of the city, Maika could not help but think one thing: “Where the hell did, he learn to do that?” . . . Skies above Musutafu, Japan, 11:59 AM Taking to the sky was an exhilarating feeling for Aleksei. As he propelled himself through the open air with a stream of fervent fire jetting from both of his feet, he reveled in the wind blowing through his hair and clothes, but also griped about the violent winds that slammed into his face and threatened to wipe his glasses clean off his nose.Mid-flight, he removed his glasses and stuffed them in his coat pocket before increasing the outpost of his propellant flames. Aleksei then looked down to observe the city below, giving no mind to whatever might be directly ahead of him.His gaze started off with the major chunk of the city, catching a prime look of the lively urban jungle. Series of cars flowed throughout the roads like fish in a river, buildings stretched into the sky like flowers growing from the soil and swathes of people moved throughout the city streets like ants. From above, Aleksei felt weird viewing the world the way he did. It gave him an uncomfortable sense of omnipresence over the city. He sighed as he shook his head to discard his rampant, over-creative thoughts. After a little more scanning of the terrain below, Aleksei found his target. The U.A. Academy. From above, Aleksei could make out the intricacies of the school’s layout. The academy was a massive castle of glass and metal. Four major towers made up the primary school buildings, all of them connected by walkways built and connected to the tower’s center. Each tower had two walkways built into them, one for each tower adjacent to itself. From above, Aleksei could not help but humor himself with a chuckle when realizing the academy was just a giant square. However, he humbled himself when reminding himself how the building would look from ground level. To avoid any kind of security mishap, Aleksei began to divert his gaze to the school’s outer perimeter, hoping to find some front gate area where he could wait. A visible walkway extending from the school lead him to find the front gate, just below his current altitude. He cut the jets of flame from the bottom of his feet and allowed himself to go into a straightened descent. A flux of different thoughts and emotions ran through him as he got closer and closer to the ground. On the outside, he maintained his cool; but on the inside he was completely freaking out. His mind was screaming at himself, inquiring as to why he would do something so stupid and reckless. The discourse inside his head distracted him from the descent, and only when was five seconds from hitting the ground did, he remember to turn his flames back on. He practically forced them on at full blast as he tried to create enough force to soften his landing. Concentrated flames gushed from the bottom of his feet and contacted the ground. The force they created managed to keep the doctor from shattering his legs (if not his entire body) on the pavement just in time. After a few seconds of hovering less than half a meter over the pavement; Aleksei cut the flame streams again and allowed his feet to embrace the ground again. He reached into his coat and pulled out his pair of glasses, sliding them back onto the bridge of his nose and fixing them properly upon his face. He then removed his grip from the shaft of his walking stick and repositioned it to grasp the handle before resting the cane in front of him. Aleksei then took in a deep inhale and bent over to let out a shaky exhale with most of his weight placed upon his cane. “That… clearly needs work.” he rasped to himself “I think I will settle for a cab on my way back; hell, I might just walk.” “A wise idea,” Aleksei’s heart practically jumped out of his chest as the sudden, unfamiliar voice slipped into his ears. He turned his head to see a tall, curvaceous woman with sky blue eyes (framed by a set of long eyelashes) and abundant spiky dark purple hair, which was made up of layers of varying lengths, the longest ones reaching down below her waist. Alongside that, her chin-length bangs were split into three sections: two swept to the sides and one over her face, going diagonally down to the left between her eyes. She also had a small beauty mark below her left eye, as well as red-painted nails.But what made Aleksei’s view of the stranger take a sudden left turn was her outfit. It was that of a dominatrix, a breastless, corset-styled black leather leotard worn over a thin, skin-tight white bodysuit, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. The center strip of her leotard was embellished with red gemstone-like accessories in a vertical pattern, extending from her collar to her midriff. She also wore translucent, black, thigh-high garter stockings, which were attached to a burgundy utility belt decorated with gold studs around her hips, a matching pentagonal buckle in its center, alongside black knee-boots. She also adorned a small red mask outlining her eyes, and a handcuff on each wrist. The doctor’s jaw practically dropped wide-open, but he quickly composed himself both in posture via an immediate straightening of his form and the closing of his mouth. The woman let out a chuckle at his reaction. “We wouldn’t want you to fly into an office window or a traffic light. Not with those shaky flying skills of yours.” she commented. “It’s not the flight component that’s troublesome, it’s purely the landing.” Aleksei retorted. “Also, apologies, but have we met?”“No, clearly not. You wouldn’t have reacted to my visage in such a way if we had.” she responded. “Fair point,” Aleksei mumbled to himself. “I’m Aleksei Zakhaev, I came here on the principal’s invitation.” “Midnight, Pro Hero and Teacher,” the woman replied. “I was asked to make sure you got on the campus grounds no problem.” “Security issues I suppose?” Aleksei raised a brow. “Pretty much.” Midnight nodded.Midnight then gestured to him to follow via a ‘come-hither’ gesture with her index finger before turning her back to him and focusing on the open campus gate. Aleksei watched as she withdrew a small ID card from her belt and handed it to him. “You’ll need this.” she said. Aleksei nodded and received it. He then followed her across the threshold. The doctor hesitated for a short bit, as the minor worry of the security system activating due to his presence stung the back of his mind. However, he seamlessly discarded that idea and diverted his attention back to Midnight, who was waiting for him with crossed arms. The doctor let out an audible noise synonymous with one clearing their throat before he picked up the pace. The two were now walking side-by-side down a polished brick bath. There were three large, white rectangular arches ahead that decorated the mid-section of the path while two skinnier orange ones adorned the path’s ending and the tip of the school’s front steps. There were also a series of stone busts lined up beside the orange arches, three on each side. It was at this moment too that Aleksei realized that the walkway was flanked by a series of bushes and trees on each side. This proved to be humorous for Aleksei. He appreciated how the forest surrounding the school still found a way to become a part of the school’s construction despite being barred by artificial walls of stone, marble, and metal. “So, Ms. Midnight, was it?” he spoke up. “Oh, formal, are we?” she raised a brow at him. “Just Midnight is fine.” “Some people prefer titles in formal occasions, its safer to assume that than the alternative.” Aleksei retorted. “Speaking from experience?” Midnight once again jabbed at him with a coy smile. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t,” the doctor mumbled. “Regardless, if I may ask, what is it you teach here?” “A little something called Modern Hero Art History,” she replied. “Quite the mouthful, isn’t it?” “I’ve heard lengthier. It sounds like a very intriguing topic though; I wasn’t aware that heroes have intermingled with the arts on the side.” “Really?” Midnight shot her gaze at him. “That so hard to believe?” Aleksei returned her look with a perplexed one of his own. “Kind of. Most of the big names we discuss come from the West.” “I see,” Aleksei nodded. “Russia is a blurry line between east and west. It is, yet it is not at the same time… Besides, I kept myself stuffed with scientific articles and textbooks for most of my life. Not a lot of other media outside of that except the local news.” The two continued conversing as they made their way up the steps. All the while, Aleksei felt like there were other pairs of eyes on him, tracking him from a vantage point he could not pinpoint without being inconspicuous. Despite this, he and Midnight enjoyed the rest of their talk on the influential figures her class focused on and their contributions to the arts while also being pro heroes. It was about a minute and a half into their conversation that Midnight brought Aleksei into the building and navigated him through the school’s reception area to an elevator tucked away in a narrow corridor.“Principal’s office is at the very top of the school, just ride this all the way up; can’t miss it.” Midnight assured. Aleksei nodded as he reached over the panel and pressed the highest floor button there was. “I suppose the students must appreciate these elevators.” Aleksei commented. “Students? Heh, we make them use the stairs,” Midnight rebuked with a playful smile as the mechanisms of the elevator doors came to life and began to shut. “Have fun!” she said before the doors shut completely.“I see…” Aleksei muttered. The initial gravitational push caused by the elevator’s sudden acceleration upwards made Aleksei’s entire frame shift a bit; causing an uneasy sensation to accumulate in his stomach area. He leaned back against the elevator’s wall and muttered a disdainful remark against elevators before he began taking in deep breaths. One by one, numbers came and went on the elevator’s digital display just above the door. Each number was filled in with bright red neon lighting and constructed from dashes instead of dots. Eventually, the elevator let out a low-pitched hum indicative of having reached the designated floor. The inner mechanisms of the elevator clicked and shuffled around inside the lift’s metal skeleton before the doors eventually slid open. Aleksei immediately stepped outside of the elevator and found himself in a hallway. On the left section of the hallway, large window panels were lined up to give a perfect view of the world outside. It also quelled a question Aleksei had stirring in the back of his head regarding the school’s design. A railing stretched across all the hallway’s left flank, placing a divide between the rest of the hallway and the immediate area surrounding the panels. On the other side of the hall, doors lined the walls with an exact meter separating each individual door.Aleksei scanned the doors from bottom to top, noticing that each door had a small rectangular sign perched at the top left corner of the frame. Each of the signs had a different inscription in kanji that Aleksei could partially decipher. “Wait,” Aleksei thought aloud. “Did I… forget to ask what the principal’s name was?” An uncomfortable silence smothered the hallway with a blanket of uneasiness as his own words echoed further away from him. The uncertainty he coated his question with made a click in his mind, confirming his suspicion. “So, I guess I should just guess? But that could cause an awkward situation if I knock on the wrong door, I will rather avoid that…”As Aleksei lost himself in thought, the shape of his phone rubbing up against the inside his pants pocket gave him an idea. He took it out and opened his search browser. With a flurry of thumb movements, he attempted to search up the name of U.A. 's principal Just then, a door opened and closed behind him; but in the haste to find the answers he needed, he paid it no mind. A few footsteps came towards him from behind, carrying with them the usual ‘clomping’ of boots. Aleksei’s search result did not yield any results. Not because the browser could not find anything, but because it would not load his result in a timely manner. It lagged for a significant amount of time before it brought up an error sign. The doctor let out an audible ‘tch’ as he quickly exited the browser app and went to check the Wi-fi settings. It was then that the footsteps stopped right beside him, and no other noise, except for Aleksei’s tapping (and the sound of his nails hitting the screen), filled the hallway for half a minute. “Pardon me, sir,” a soft, elegant voice sounded out from beside the doctor; subsequently snapping him out of his hastiness-induced trance. Aleksei quickly turned his head to face the speaker but was perplexed when he saw nobody there. He looked to his left, and then to his right, and then to the floor. Unexpectedly, he found himself right beside a stout creature wearing a white dress shirt with a dark red tie around his neck and a black double-breasted waistcoat on his torso with matching dress pants to boot. It also wore orange lace-up sneakers with incredibly thick soles which was quite large for its feet. But what was more intriguing about the specimen was the physical makeup. It was not human, but animalistic in construction, but which animal specifically? Aleksei could not guess. A medium-length yet stiff cat-like tail, the paws of a dog, and a mouse-like head with matching black, beady eyes as well; albeit its right eye had a large scar over it. “May I help you sir?” it asked. “Oh,” Aleksei responded by stuffing away his phone. “I apologize if I interrupted your day. I’m looking for the school’s principal.” “And for what purpose do you seek the principal of this school?” the creature tilted its head in a coy manner. “He wished to speak with me, I’m honestly not sure why but I guess the principal has an… enigmatic way of operating.” “Enigmatic? I’ve heard many descriptive words for how I do things, but never that before.” “Well, I guess- Wait a minute, what do you mean by how you do things?”A brief silence dragged out between the two as their gazes met one another. Then it clicked in Aleksei’s mind, and he raised both of his brows in a perplexing manner before scanning the creature from top to bottom again. “You mean, you’re the principal who requested me here?” Aleksei tilted his head. “That’s correct.” the creature nodded. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Mr. Principal.” Aleksei slightly bowed to the creature. “Please, you’re a guest on the campus. You can refer to me as Nezu.”Amazement, confusion, utter shock. Many of these emotions clashed together in Aleksei’s mind and heart as the information was processed. The discrepancy within him tickled the back of his throat, not out of the need to cough; but out of the need to at least say something lest the silence consign him to an awkward position. “You are… a lot shorter than I expected.” Aleksei stammered. “I’ve heard similar remarks. Then again, I am the only one who may be a mouse, a dog or a bear,” Nezu rambled. “But most importantly, I’m the Principal!” Aleksei let out a minor chuckle to humor the principal’s enthusiastic slyness. Nezu then made a one-eighty turn and walked to an open door behind Aleksei. The doctor felt a sourness envelop him as he realized he was right in front of the principal’s door but did not know. “Now then, shall we?” the principal tilted his head at the doctor, the motion itself being indicative of a playful inquiry. “By all means.” the doctor replied, straightening his posture, and following the principal into his office.The principal’s office was nowhere close to the glitz and grandeur Aleksei had anticipated, but it did not tilt toward the area of decrepit or shabby as well. It managed to teeter on a fine point between sophisticated organization and basic formatting.To the left of Aleksei was a mail organizer shelf that covered the entire length of the wall, with dividers chopping it up into five-shelf down columns with five shelf-across rows for a total of twenty. In front of him was a furniture set: a table placed in between two black leather couches. The first of the couches was positioned with its back to the door, while its partner on the other end of the table faced towards it. At the end of the room was the principal’s fine wooden desk, accompanied by a black office chair that was admittedly too big for the principal himself. Aleksei looked around for a bit longer before Nezu climbed up onto the latter of the two couches. Aleksei followed suit and made himself comfortable on the couch that was closest to him. He eased himself back and even let go of his cane to let it rest against the couch for a while. He let himself stare out of the large glass windowpane behind Nezu’s desk before the principal’s movements caught his attention. At first, the principal was roving around the couch’s surface in an animalistic fashion fitting his appearance. On all fours he searched for the right spot, his motion-infused tail indicating when he was close or far depending on the intensity in which it wagged. Nezu eventually found his proper seating. Aleksei took a brief interest in how Nezu situated himself away from the backrest to make room for his tail. Furthermore, Nezu’s legs were completely straight with the bottom of his shoes being completely visible. Were it not for his short stature and profession, Aleksei would have commented on his sitting etiquette being rather childish. “I apologize for not having any complimentary food or drink.” Nezu spoke. “Oh, it’s not an issue,” Aleksei responded. “I find that kind of provision rather distracting during any meeting.” “I can respect someone who is more straightforward and to-the-point, its usually the mentality I suggest for the teachers here.” the principal nodded. “Speaking of being to-the-point… I apologize, Principal Nezu, but I don’t plan on beating around the bush,” Aleksei proclaimed as he folded his fingers and crossed one leg over the other, letting his foot hover. “The case with Fukiyose Uzui was officially declared closed two months ago. I have already been through various police interrogations and processes with the Ministry of Justice. Why you have invited me here to talk about it is beyond me.” Nezu looked Aleksei dead in the face, with his blank and expressionless bead eyes. His resting face, his cordial smile, never left him as he processed what Aleksei had said. All the while, his tail was completely stiff and curved so that the end pointed upwards. “I am not oblivious to the intricacies of the aftermath doctor; it was something of a personal interest when word reached me. I am aware of all the things you have said and done following the conflict… But I want to address one of your actions during the conflict.” “During the conflict?” Aleksei raised a brow. “Yes,” Nezu nodded. “While I can understand your willingness to collaborate with the authorities after the incident, I need help understanding one thing: Why did you fight Uzui instead of leaving him to law enforcement?” The words plucked at him with a harpist’s grace, his question forming a finger which wrapped around his heartstrings and strummed them. Yet his words did not carry any form of judgement or foul wit behind them. Despite their intrusion upon his worries, Nezu’s words were naught but pure curiosity. Aleksei took a deep inhale. He uncrossed his leg and set it back on the ground before leaning forward from the backrest and exhaling when his posture was upright. “Why did I fight indeed…” Aleksei muttered to himself. “Well, you could say I was dragged into it. No, that is putting it mildly. Getting involved at that point was a necessity.” “How so?” Nezu tilted his head. “He was about to kill one of my employees-” “His former spouse, correct?” Nezu interjected.“Correct. She was adamant on dealing with it herself; considered it a way of finally putting her past demons, or should I say demon, to rest. I protested of course, but she ignored me.”’ “So, you stayed to fight?” Aleksei shot a brief yet sharp glare towards Nezu. He felt an annoying nostalgia fill the room, the office of the esteemed principle taking on the aura of the police interrogation room he was stuck in months before. “Not exactly,” Aleksei replied. “I was unaware of her decision to fight until her daughter called me on the phone. She was crying throughout the entire call, but she was able to tell me what was going on.” “So, you took action?” “Yes, mister principal; I did. In fact, I hashed all of this out with the police months before, so why bother dragging me out here when I assume someone of your status could easily get the details by themself?” Though Aleksei had attempted to keep his annoyance over the situation bottled inside, there was an awareness shared between both him and Nezu that it was beginning to spill out into the open. Nezu took a long pause to consider his next words. “I apologize. I suppose I should just get straight to my personal question for you,” Nezu spoke with a forwardness befitting of a teacher delving straight into a lecture. “Doctor, what is your view on heroes?” “On… heroes?” Aleksei raised a brow. “Yes, on heroes. And I don’t mean the sort of common take on whether they’re good or bad...I mean as an occupation and as elements of law enforcement in our contemporary society.” Aleksei was taken aback by Nezu’s inquiry. For a moment, the shroud of authority that had wrapped around the principal had disappeared upon the deliverance of his words. He was able to see him as a mutual, someone on the same social footing as himself; and ergo someone he could talk with less fear of the invisible knives of hero society. “That is a very loaded question Principal Nezu,” Aleksei commented to form a momentary buffer. “Well, the ‘good or bad’ factor is difficult to consider when discussing heroes. It is already self-determined, what with the interweaving of heroes into the realm of law enforcement back in… Late 2014, early 2015 I believe? Heroes have become synonymous with the definition of ‘societal good,’ there isn’t really much room for an argument in that regard.” “, what can be considered ‘bad’ about heroes is particularly the intricacies of how they operate. The formation of hero firms obviously wedged a sort of class system into hero society. Some firms stand atop others, and disparities like these are bound to breed rivalry, which subsequently breeds conflict. You could argue my claim there is insane or even cynical… But consider the following:” “A couple months back, there was a reported case of a pro-hero about to attempt the subjugation of a rampant, gargantuan villain when said villain was on an overhead railroad. Suddenly, another pro-hero jumps in to hog the spotlight. Sure, it landed them acclaim on television; but it also destroyed the wall of the overhead railing and even the street below… Where the villain’s unconscious body landed after being sent flying off the tracks.”“I am familiar with that case.” Nezu nodded. “Good, so you most likely understand that it does not stand alone in terms of repetition? The consistency of heroes standing each other up just to acquire morsels of fame without any concern for the environment they damage. It’s not uncommon in this city, hell, not uncommon in the entirety of Japan.” “So, Nezu, if your main concern of my personal viewpoint on ‘pro-heroes’ stems from what you view as an instance of ‘vigilante justice,’ let me make this straightforward: I do not hate heroes, but I don’t give them any admiration either. They are conduits of selfishness masquerading as agents for societal order and safety that only sometimes buckle up to do their jobs without any strings attached. That, dear principal, is my honest view.” And just like that, Aleksei had felt as if he had given the final speech for a play. He had taken center stage; the spotlight was on him as he preached his truth to the audience; and had now left a stillness that suffocated the entire space. Nezu did not physically react to Aleksei’s words, not even a wince of the brow or a slight wiggle of his tail followed the doctor’s proclamation. He simply remained as still as a statue; his gaze locked on the doctor. But even then, Aleksei felt tense as he tried to ponder what thoughts raced behind Nezu’s black, beady, and carefree eyes. “If you have no other questions for me, Principal Nezu, I would like to return to the clinic as soon as I can.” “Of course,” Nezu nodded strongly. “You have thoroughly satisfied me with today’s discussion. I hope we can have these talks more often.” “I can only offer a strong ‘maybe.’ Aleksei retorted as he stood up from the couch and straightened out his lab coat. He was about to make a straight line for the door when a form of compulsive politeness derailed his train of thought. He extended his arm out towards Nezu with his hand wide open. Nezu had to hop off his seat to at least reach Aleksei’s wrist. The doctor took the initiative with the shake, wrapping his contrastingly large hand around the principal’s miniscule arm. Aleksei then gave the principal a firm nod before he turned around, picking up his cane with his right hand, and headed for the door. As soon as he put his hand on the knob and twisted it; he ears noticed the sound of a rapid shuffle outside the door. Despite this, he pushed the door open and re-entered the hallway. Immediately, his periphery noticed something to his left. He turned to face it and found a young girl leaning against the wall; arms crossed and looking right at the doctor. She was a girl with a fair skin complexion, oceanic-blue eyes, and short, deep brown hair. She wore dark blue, high-collared tracksuit with thick white lines over her torso and down her legs, forming the letters “U” and “A.” Aleksei took a step back, and she too acted like she was unexpecting of his appearance from the principal’s office. “Oh? Did I keep you waiting? I apologize for the inconvenience.” Aleksei spoke to her, accompanying his words with a light, apologetic bow in her direction. “No, not at all. It’s fine.” she responded. The two exchanged brief glances one last time before Aleksei made his way back to the elevator from which he arrived. Though he could not see her, he could tell by the girl’s footsteps that she immediately went into the principal’s office after his departure. Aleksei entered the elevator and immediately hit the button situated under an ‘G’ icon. He then immediately let himself stumble back and lean against the elevator wall. He practically put all his weight on it, as if he were expecting it to hold him up. As the elevator descended further downwards, there was an odd sense of satisfaction brewing in Aleksei’s heart. It was as if a massive weight had been alleviated off his chest, finally thrown to the ground where it would remain entrenched for all eternity. As the elevator got closer and closer to the ground floor. He let a brief smile take over his face, and one single thought dominate his mindset: “That was long overdue.”
Roentgen, A My Hero Academia AU: V2, Chapter 1,Volume 2, Chapter 1: Residue “Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody? Or go down for all time in a blaze of glory?”Aleksei’s Room, Third Floor of the Clinic, 7:30 AM In an instant, his dream was broken. The sharp, uniform yet incessant chirping of his morning alarm forced Aleksei’s eyes open as it’s cry drilled itself into his ears and stimulated his now-awake consciousness.The doctor let out a grumble composed of a perfect blend of contempt and irritation before he sat up in his bed and extended his arm over to the bedside table to his left and pressed the main button on his phone; instantly silencing his alarm. A sigh poured from his mouth as the excess of his ‘dream’ found ways to latch itself to the surface of his mind and burrow into the orifices of his psyche. Disregarding this, Aleksei interlaced his fingers and extended his arm upwards; stretching and letting out a close-lipped yet high pitch squeal as his wrists rotated to let his palms face the ceiling. After that, he let his arms drop freely as he heard a chime coming from his phone. The ‘ding’ that sung throughout the room was indicative of a text. The doctor reached to the bedside table and scooped both his phone and closed glasses in his hand. He let his phone fall from his hand and land on his blanketed lap as he unfolded the two temples and slipped them over his ears, resting the center of the glasses perfectly on the bridge of his nose. Aleksei then picked up his phone again. The screen had gone black in the short period between when he picked it up first to now. He tapped the button on the side, and it lit up immediately with the time, 7:30 AM, and his default wallpaper of a snow-capped tundra. There was a text on his phone from Kazuhira that read as such: “Hey man, you awake yet. It’s almost opening time! Maika brought some coffee if you need some juice but don’t make us come up there and drag you out of bed!”A small chuckle sounded behind a pair of closed lips as the doctor finished reading the message. He sent one back, ensuring Kazuhira he would be down shortly. As soon as it was sent, he flung himself out of bed and onto his feet. The breeze charged into him with fury as the warmth of the covers left him exposed in his sleep attire of a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. His body writhed with a quick shiver that travelled across him with the sole exception being his prosthetics. He quickly trotted over to the small-bathroom area built into his room. There he hastily got to brushing his teeth with a refreshing mint paste that afflicted his mouth with the sensation of a brief yet violent frost burn. After finishing up in the bathroom, he made his way over to the small wardrobe nestled in the left-most corner of his small room, passing by the bed-side table on the left side of the bed and making his way straight to it with ease. Aleksei opened the top shelf and found an assortment of button-up dress shirts, some mostly red while a few others sported an assortment of different colors including teal, orange, marigold and purple. He instantly took one of the red shirts and shut the drawer. The shirt was prematurely buttoned up, allowing Aleksei to slip his arms through the bottom of it and haul it on over his upper torso. His vision was obscured by a curtain of red fabric, but after his arms found their way into their respective sleeves; the shirt slid down his body and his head emerged through the collar. His glasses were tilted from the sloppy endeavor, prompting Aleksei to readjust them. Finally, he looked to the inside of his door where his tell-tale white lab coat was hung on a hook nailed into the door and his cane leaned up against the frame. He made his way to the door and swiped it off its perch with one swift motion. Aleksei then twirled the coat around himself, slipping his right arm through its sleeve before doing the same with the left arm before ultimately pulling the coat forward and adjusting it to fit him. With his preparation said and done, Aleksei took in a deep inhale to relieve the stress of his recent dream before audibly exhaling and grabbing his cane before opening the door. . . . A minute and fifty-three seconds later. The familiar click of the door’s lock mechanism unwinding snared Kazuhira’s attention away from his phone and towards the back of the reception area. In came Aleksei Zakhaev, nicely dressed and seemingly not in any rush to get to work. A mischievous smile spread across Kazuhira as he thought of at least five different witty remarks to fire at his boss, but the sensation of his pant leg being pulled brought his gaze back to Hibiki Fukiyose. Her eyes were alight with anticipation. She was dressed in her usual clothing but also wearing a school-issued yellow hat and adorned with a small red backpack that clung perfectly to her back. She twirled around and giggled. A fashion-model state of mind at such a young age? Kazuhira couldn’t help but laugh at it, but he also found room to pat her on the head and compliment her readiness for school. “Dobroye utro.” Aleksei muttered. “That means good morning, right?” Kazuhira raised a brow. “Surprised to see you remembered that.” Maika chirped from behind the counter. “It’s been a few months; I've got time to learn.” the young doctor crossed his arms in swagger. “Speaking of learning…” Maika’s gaze drifted over to her daughter. “I’m going to need you to run Hibiki down to school, Kazuhira.” “Why can’t you do it?” he replied.“Last I checked I’m the desk receptionist and you’ve been doing nothing but looking at your phone since before Aleksei got here. Kazuhira sought to come back, but a quick and sharp glare from Aleksei alongside more of Hibiki’s tugging on his pant leg made him stand down. He sighed and stood up, gesturing to Hibiki to follow him. “Where is it again?”“Just across that private middle school I told you, they’re practically neighbors.” “Got it!” Kazuhira assured as he and Hibiki made their way outside. “Bye-Bye mommy!” “I’ll be there to pick you up!” Maika said before the door was shut and she watched Hibiki latch herself to Kazuhira’s side, both disappearing out of sight in just a couple seconds. Aleksei walked over to Maika, who had shut her eyes and leaned back in her wheeled office chair. She was humming to herself and spinning around as if trying to put herself under a trance. She continued this until Aleksei made his way over to her, the clacking of his cane hitting the floor making her aware of his approach and prompting her to cease her spinning. She leaned against the receptionist desk and the two exchanged brief glances. “I’m glad,” he remarked. “Of what?” “That you’re allowing Hibiki to go back to school. Home schooling must’ve been a pain for the both of you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffed. Aleksei didn’t answer, but instead gave her a light smile and a wink. Maika returned his gesture with a roll of her eyes and a playful chuckle. “It’s a good thing you’re totally right,” Maika commented. “Hibiki is a girl who needs to make friends and be social; and I’ve only been keeping her inside to avoid my crazy serial killer ex. But… You made that problem go away.” “Can’t say it was my finest moment, but alas here we are.” Aleksei sighed. “Hey, nobody’s perfect. Besides, you're a doctor, aren’t you? Didn’t you already have blood on your hands beforehand?” Maika raised a brow. There was an awkward silence that filled the room. Aleksei bit his lip in contemplation of Maika’s statement, but she was quick to realize her slip and let out a verbal sputter of sounds in reaction. “I-i meant like-like, you know, with surgeries n stuff! Not like you purposefullymurderedanyonebeforeoranythingIjust-” “Calm yourself Maika, I understand; you’ll ramble your throat sore at that pace.” She stopped just a few seconds short of Aleksei’s decree, practically suffocating on dozens of unspoken words yet to exit her mouth. The doctor sighed and crouched down to meet her at eye level. He then raised his hand and gently placed it on the top of her head. Aleksei then began to slowly rub his hand left-to-right across Maika’s hair at a steady rhythm. A streak of red shot across her face as she quickly grabbed Aleksei’s wrist and held it tightly. “W-what kind of move is that?” she blurted. “Oh, sorry. It’s an old trick my mama used to calm me down when I was a kid.” Maika tilted her head to the left in curiosity. She then leaned forward, getting her face in a near uncomfortable space for the doctor which caused him to lean back a bit. Maika noticed this reaction and smirked. “You? Needing to be calmed down? I find that hard to believe.” “It’s not that I was an unruly child… I was just a very timid, scared little boy who cried a lot.” Aleksei muttered, his eyes drifting away from Maika’s gaze out of embarrassment.There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Aleksei spent it with his eyes staring off elsewhere while his thoughts ran wild with what Maika’s reaction could’ve been to his revelation. Eventually he heard something of a small snort from Maika. He turned his head and saw her holding her hand to her mouth; clearly laughing due to the rhythmic shaping of her body but muffling herself from filling the room with her noise. Aleksei felt as if he was stung by multiple wasps around his heart. His jaw dropped, perhaps in disappointment that Maika’s reaction was bred from an imposed ridicule rather than concern. She then lowered her hand and let a few laughs slip out into the open. “Well, aren't you just the nicest person ever?” Aleksei scowled with a cocked brow.“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was just so unexpected!” she retorted, trying to reel in her own laughter while also succumbing to it. The doctor sighed and stood back up properly, straining his lab coat, and walking past Maika. He managed a firm grasp of his cane and walked out from behind the receptionist desk space and towards the front windowpane adjacent to the door. Maika’s footsteps slowly tailed behind him. They adopted a pattern of observational pacing, slowly advancing towards him from behind while also orbiting him to maintain distance. Aleksei kept his eyes focused on the bustling street outside. Across the thin glass boundary in front of him, the small street which housed his clinic was slowly coming alive as the early morning encroached upon the city. Dozens of shop owners hustled to flip their ‘closed’ signs back to ‘open’ as a few street vendors finished setting up their makeshift fruit and vegetable stands. There were early bird shoppers swooping into shops seconds after they opened and pedestrians using the street as a vein that was a part of the circulation known as urban living. Maika eventually made her way to Aleksei’s side. She hovered around him for a few seconds before the doctor was surprised to feel her head leaning up against his shoulder. He looked at her, and she looked back. “You know, I wouldn’t have the life I have today if it weren’t for you… I may tease you and have fun at your expense from time to time, but I guess that’s just my childish way of showing gratitude for what you’ve given me and Hibiki.” she spoke softly. “A second chance?” Aleksei raised a brow. “Yea but that usually implies a big start over. I’d phrase it as more of a… um, ok fine; a second chance. You got me; I got no better way of saying it.” Aleksei chuckled as Maika reared her head from his shoulder and made her way back behind the reception desk. Aleksei too pulled himself away from the front window and decided to take a seat in one of the reception area’s chairs. The raspy groan of the office chair’s rolling plastic wheels filled the room as Maika situated herself and opened a drawer underneath the desk. Her hand dug through swathes of paper that gave off generic rustling noises alongside the clattering of other, smaller items and tools being pushed aside. Maika eventually pulled out the small notebook Aleksei used to keep track of his appointments months prior, a habit she adopted seamlessly after some time in the office. She immediately began flipping through the pages to what Aleksei could safely assume were the most recent entries.“Right… Your first appointment today is with a Mr. Hanzo Yatsuhashi at 9 AM who is worried about recent gastro-intestinal issues, followed by a 9:30 appointment with Ms. Hinoa Kannazuka who wishes to discuss some inquiries related to her menstrual cycle…” “Are you sure that’s a good idea for me?” Aleksei darted his sight over to Maika as his leaned forward in his seat, slightly on edge. “Well, I can always step in, if need be, but you're professional enough; aren’t you?” Maika raised a brow at him while giving him a teasing smirk. “Just because I’m ‘professional’ does not mean certain biological obstacles are not eliminated. While I usually stay out of medical politics, I also listen in when I can. Apparently in the west there’s a lot of talk about doctors’ duties and biological sex; but again, I try not add more fuel to that fire.” Aleksei commented. “Like what?” Maika asked. “Hmm… Gynecology, for example. Most men are shy of becoming gynecologists these days, mainly leaving that position for women. There’s a rising number of female gynecologists while male numbers decline in that field.” he explained. “Seems a bit far-fetched to me.” retorted Maika. “Again, I don’t try to pry into politics; I just listen. “Well puberty is a thing for all of us, I don’t think biological sex should dissuade you from helping.” Maika replied. Aleksei nodded and eased his posture. Before Maika could continue, the counter phone immediately rang. She gently placed the notebook back on the desk and answered. She immediately greeted the caller by saying “Zakhaev Clinic, how can I help you?” There was a long period of silence, most occupied by nods and brief yet minor noises of affirmation from Maika. Her responses then started to become more vocal. “Oh, yes he is in the office… I’m sure I can handle whatever you need to discuss ma’am if you could… But- I see. Please hold for a bit.” Maika lowered the phone near to her chest level and covered the receiver with her hand. Aleksei stood up and walked over to her. She shrugged his shoulders at him before extending the phone. Aleksei took hold of it and put it up to his ear.“This is Zakhaev speaking,” he spoke. “How can I help you?”“Ah, Dr. Zakhaev, splendid. I am with the faculty of U.A. High School and wanted to-” “Allow me to stop you right there. What could you folks want with me?” he spoke, but with more firmness in his inquiry. “Um, the principal said he wanted to meet you sir; regarding the events around the whole Fukiyose Uzui situation.” the voice on the phone replied. “I traversed all of this with the police months ago. If he wants to pry into this further, then he best be prepared to speak to a lawyer.” Aleksei declared with an even higher level of firmness and borderline irritation. “You misunderstood sir; the principal does not wish to go into legal matters; he just wants to invite you to his office for a chat.” “A social call? That doesn’t seem fitting of him… Hmm,” Aleksei lowered the phone and covered the receiver. “Do I have any openings on my calendar longer than an hour?” he asked Maika. Maika quickly shuffled into the notebook and examined the page thoroughly from top to bottom. She then took out a pen and clicked it with haste. “You have an opening between 12 pm and 1:30 pm, will that work?” she asked. Aleksei nodded and she wrote something down in the notebook. “Tell the Principal I can meet him at noon, and he best not delay when I arrive.” Before the voice on the phone could respond, Aleksei hung up. He practically slammed the phone back into the base and exhaled an exasperated sigh. He then took hold of his cane and walked back to the reception chair he was seated in. He stared aimlessly out the window with dozens of thoughts running through his head, akin to how colonies of ants flood the tunnels of their hives without any lack of jobs to complete. “So, what was that about?” Maika asked. “That was the faculty of U.A. High School.” he replied. “The hero school on the hill? Why would they call?” “Apparently their principal wishes to have a social call with me.” “And you’re going?” she raised a brow. “It’d be rude not to, besides; this isn’t exactly a common occurrence. It could be useful,” Aleksei pondered aloud crossed his legs in his seat and folded his arms behind his head. He leaned back and simply stared at the ceiling tiles. “Even though it throws my normal schedule right out the window.”
Roentgen, Volume 2: Prologue,Volume 2, Prologue: Forsaken “Why can’t I leave well enough alone?” ???, ???, ??? A peaceful sleep had enveloped Aleksei. Though he could not consciously comprehend its splendor, the brief detachment from the physical world plunged him into what felt like the darkest depths of the ocean. Yet for him, sleeping was neither the sensation of drowning or floating; it was simply the state of being in that ocean of nothingness and simply ‘staying put’ with no sense of weight or buoyancy. However, the void of deep sleep slipped away from Aleksei as he felt the sensation begin to wash over him and then recede from him like the waves. His eyes suddenly opened by themselves and was introduced to the somber setting of grayed skies.Little sun seeping through the seemingly thin layers of cloud that obscured it and a dusty haze also seemed to permeate around him. He sat up only to find that he had been floating amid a river on his back. His instincts kicked in and he immediately began to tread water. Startled, Aleksei began looking around. His surroundings were cloaked in the same dusty haze that graced his fluttering eyes. Now slightly irritated, he began swimming towards a supposed riverbank at a brisk speed. After no more than two broad strokes, Aleksei found himself swimming into a sloped retainer wall bridging into a small wooden dock situated in the river. He quickly extended his arms out of the water and grappled onto the ledge of the dock, pulling himself up. It was at this moment he realized both of his prosthetic arms were exposed and a strange captivation took hold of him as he observed the water trickling down the entirety of his arm, scurrying through the gaps between the joints and the structure of the faux bones. Despite this abrupt side-step, Aleksei eventually heaved himself over the edge and got his two feet on the dock one leg at a time. His head drifted down towards his lower half. Not only was he shocked to see himself dressed in his usual work outfit, but it was not wetted by the river at all. “Strange.” he muttered to himself. His voice echoed in the open air as if it were bouncing around the confines of a barrel. He could feel the familiar loftiness of a dream in the atmosphere around him, but there was something even more off than the lack of physics in his current realm. Aleksei took a few steps forward and noticed that the haze which strangled the area retreated from him whenever he drew close. He played around with it, taking steps in different directions, and even walking in a small circle to toy with the strange essence. The fog swirled and splashed against the empty air as Aleksei took a child-like mischief in messing around with-it vis-a-vis his curiosity for the state he found himself in. However, one step ended up with a blunt yet numbed thud on the tip of his foot. He stopped and looked down, there was a stone step in front of him. Aleksei immediately climbed the step, the entire flight eventually being revealed as the mist fled from his upward approach. After twelve more steps, Aleksei found himself at the top of the flight. The haze parted in front of him and revealed a street filled with cracks and littered with rubble. The doctor raised a brow in perplexion as he examined a trail of more debris leading into denser fog. “Blasted mist,” he muttered. “Just part already and spare me the inconvenience!” His voice once again reverberated throughout the air. It carried a thunderous, metallic, and almost ethereal tone as it disappeared and faded into the mist. But surprisingly, the mist heeded his words and began to retreat without him stepping closer. All around him the dusty haze vanished into nothingness. However, what was revealed was a horrific sight. All around him was a sea of endless rubble stretched as far as the eye could see. Concrete, wood, and metal were strewn across the environment with stripped-down trees adorning the sight. Looking around, he was only able to distinguish one piece of the environment that remained relatively intact. It was able to retain its shape with concrete and brick walls still standing strong, but the most distinctive part of it was a hollowed-out dome at the very top of it. It was at this moment Aleksei knew where he was, but he did not feel any better for it. “Da võ shutite!” Aleksei blurted. “First Pripyat and now this? What the hell is going on in my own head?” There was an uneasy stillness that grasped the area; the hand of time had wrapped itself around the throat of the barren wasteland and tightened its grip to an uncomfortable halt. Then a brief gust of freezing wind shot past Aleksei. It was a violent burst that forced itself through his hair and continued past him. Alongside the force of the wind, a natural burst of curiosity made Aleksei turn to the direction in which it was blowing. Adrift in the violent stream of cold air was a sole petal that had not succumbed to the decay manifested in the ruins. Upon closer inspection, Aleksei realized it was an intact Sakura petal. Having seemingly latched on to a signal of respite from his warped mind, Aleksei gave chase to the Sakura petal as the wind continued to carry it away. Rushing through the graveyard that was Hiroshima, Aleksei spared no thought to the destruction around him though it pained him a little inside to not address the dangers of his own power. The wind then took the petal around a sharp turn and carried it westward from Aleksei’s current position. The doctor’s shoes skidded across the desecrated dirt path as he attempted to turn without losing speed or momentum. The haste and recklessness of his speed made him fall forward, forcing him to extend his hands out and scrape them against the ground to keep from completely toppling over. However, he was quick to regain his footing and resumed his pursuit. Another stream of cold air wafted against him, yet this one felt more natural than the previous. It was as if it moved at the pace in which Nature had set in place for it to move at. It was neither rushed by a storm nor slowed by a humid day. Yet what caught him off guard was how the wasteland of Hiroshima suddenly transformed into a vast plain of snow-dressed grass gently rustled by gusts of wind that blew towards him from a completely different direction. In the distance, roughly half a kilometer to his right, Aleksei saw the tall chimney of the old Chernobyl power plant. His eyes scanned downwards, and his sight soon beheld the entirety of the old power plant. Something was toying with him. He felt more infuriated than annoyed at whatever bad dream his brain was putting him through. Just when he was about to mutter another curse despite his own mind, a series of footsteps echoed behind him. The footsteps lacked weight if anything they were practically light taps on the ground. The did not ‘clomp’ with the force of a boot nor muted its sound with the grace of a sneaker. Its call was that of dress shoes, the kind that delighted in dancing along a marble floor to sound its own applause in reverence for the ground it walked upon. Aleksei turned around and bit his lip when he saw what disturbed the field. Behind him was himself; a skeleton of himself exactly. It wore the same clothes though he did albeit they were tattered and desecrated. The linings of the jacket were jagged as a row of shark’s teeth, torn, and scorched by what appeared to be burn marks. One of the sleeves was torn open enough to show the entirety of the humerus from the top to the tip of the ulna and radius. The person’s tie was undone, sloppily hanging from around his neck while his red dress shirt was adorned with a decaying fabric. His pair of black dress pants were gutted open at the shins and the soles of his shoes were non-existent. The skeletal version of himself at his counterpart while slowly approaching him. Aleksei motioned to take a step back out of a cautionary, prey-like notion of retreat; but to not face down his inner demon, that did not make him feel right inside. He instead took the former motion and reversed it into an advance, now walking towards the skeleton that approached him. The two continued walking towards one another before they stopped roughly a meter apart from each other. A stare down between the two insured; yet for Aleksei it was more of a practise of staring into a colorless, soulless void. He pondered if the skeleton was even staring back into his eyes, or if there truly was an abyss in those eye sockets that looked everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. The wind stride by and brushed up against both, causing their coattails to lift and wave for a moment. The skeletal counterpart of Aleksei then turned his head to look at the mix of Chernobyl and Hiroshima. He eventually turned his entire body to face towards the abnormal landscape and simply stared off into it. “Prekrasnõi vid, ne tak li?” the skeleton spoke, its jawbone flapping up and down with the likeness of a defunct children’s toy. Accompanying it was a strange ethereal voice that echoed from the skull. Aleksei stood silent, still staring down his mimic as it took in the wondrous calamity laid out before him. The skeleton excused his silence for about fifteen seconds, and then tilted his head to face the doctor. “Pochemu že tõ molchish?” he asked again; and once again receiving no answer nor motion from Aleksei. A few more seconds passed before he let out a sigh mixed with a low growl before pocketing one of his skeletal hands into a coat pocket. “You do not answer… Must I use this guttural language you enjoy?” “It denies you some pleasure, I revel in that.” Aleksei retorted. “Pleasure? There is no pleasure behind this one’s desire, just a concern for homeliness; for we are not exactly close to familiar soil now, are we?”“Don’t play coy with me, your honeyed words won’t dissuade my suspicions.”“Hmph, you’re no fun.” The skeleton mimicked Aleksei. “And you’re something I wish remained dead and buried, yet here we are.” the doctor scowled. “Come now, pinning the mens rea of your actions on this one? That is almost admirably petty for a man such as yourself.”“I did not wake you-” “Not intentionally,” the skeleton rasped. “But keep in mind that it’s our quirk you have been using. Did you really think this one would not react to its usage?” Aleksei let out an audible ‘tch’ at his counterpart’s inquiry. A small, rye, chuckle danced through the air as the rattling of his entire frame filled the air in a form of a grim jingle.“Well, I’d figured you would just mind your own business; we’ve had this conversation once and you know how that turned out. If I, were you, I wouldn’t be so eager to reignite this old feud between us.” Aleksei proclaimed.An uneasy silence once again wrapped its elusive fingers around the area. However, this time it balled up its hand and cupped the small area in which Aleksei and his counterpart stood. Everything outside of their radius came to an eerie standstill, no audible winds, no ruffled grass, and no moans of derelict structures could be heard. Aleksei turned to his parallel self and attempted to intimidate him with a stern glare; one he had only started using since his encounter with Carnival. The skeleton stared back, yet he only offered a soulless void of an eye socket to stare into. The doctor gazed into it and mentally reeled. He could not put his finger on it but staring into that small pocket of nothing made him feel uneasy and subsequently queasy. He bit his own lip and tried to maintain ‘eye’ contact, though he could feel his drive faltering. “We have always been such a strange boy.” the skeleton rasped. “We?” Aleksei raised a brow. “Why yes, we.” “‘There is no ‘we’ in this situation! We are two completely different people” the doctor interjected. “Hmm... I suppose I cannot blame you. This one would also be mad if this one dedicated its life to the excision of an undesirable trait... only to have it reappear.”“Why you son of a-” “The truth is, dear Aleksei, there is barely any difference between us. Though this one can admit there are differences in terms of our traits… On one hand, you are the saint and saviour of the damned, dying peasants on the streets. You are logical, flexible, and generous to those around you. But it does not change the truth. This one is you; and you are this one. This one is your cold and calculating cynicism, your incentive to use our power to dominate instead of protect and the overall key to breaking your moral restraints.” “You are nothing but a spectre from my adolescence! This is my mind, and I will make you disappear from it!” Aleksei blurted. Aleksei suddenly felt as if the invisible hand that had strangled the realm into silence was now encroaching around his own neck. Its non-existent fingers hovered inches from his skin, some biting with eagerness to latch on while others more patient. He was hesitant to speak further, but his skeletal counterpart rattled his bones with an overexaggerated, audible sigh. In a few seconds, the skeleton was directly in front of the doctor. He leaned his head forward and rested his boney forehead on Aleksei.The shockingly smooth texture of the skull nestled perfectly against the doctor’s forehead as the shadows of the eye sockets suddenly lit up with a miniscule light. It was dim yet potently green like the stereotypical vapors of a witch’s cauldron. “If there is one thing this one has learned from dwelling inside the abyss of your subconscious; it’s that being afraid of yourself is not an uncommon thing.” the skeleton rasped. “There are so many pieces that make up the human psyche that not even the conscious mind can comprehend their makeup. They are all but dormant yet innate notions of action… To cry, to laugh, to sing, to be scared, to be fearless, to be angry and the list goes on and on.” “But as one creeps closer to the center of the psyche, they can find more pieces manifested from unusual desires fueled by morbid curiosity or instincts only awakened by the heat of a life-endangering instance.” “You’ve cast this piece of yourself aside a long, long time ago, hoping to banish it into some type of limbo when you’ve only allowed it to nurture itself and understand things that regular consciousness could never understand. These ‘pieces’ are all simply different reflections of yourself, and it's understandable if you choose to favor or disregard certain versions of yourself… Versions that aren’t who you claim you are.”Aleksei fell into a state of hypnotized stupor from staring into the potent light dancing in the very back of the skull’s lifeless socket. He was entranced to the point where he did not even realize his parallel had moved from his prior position and now stood beside him with one of his disgusting, skeletal hands resting on Aleksei’s shoulder. “You can be negligent of this one as much as you want. You can try and forget this, deny this one’s existence and even spend the waning hours of the early morning trying to force this one is very being from your head. But the truth is, to get rid of this one would be to get rid of the power that courses through your veins; and to do that would make you nothing but a husk of your former self.” the skeleton chittered. “So go and live your life but know now that this one will be eager to make up for lost time. Perhaps in the infrastructure of your future can we both come together to make something grand of it. Though It is not like you have a choice in the matter…” ,Aleksei bit his lip and turned around violently, ready to act against his parallel however he could. But as quickly as he found himself trapped in his dysfunctional nightmare… He found himself waking up to the persistent chirping of his morning alarm.
Roentgen, A My Hero Academia AU: Chapter 18,Chapter 18: Ashes “For he who spills man’s blood, by man his blood will be spilled.”Aleksei’s Clinic, Downtown Musutafu, 8:29 PM “I. AM-”"Aleksei wait-!" In the blink of an eye, Aleksei darted over to the spot where Maika had dropped Uzui’s knife. His sleight of hand was inconceivably flawless as it swept across the pavement and seamlessly scooped up the knife without making a noise. Then flames danced down his forearm and engulfed the silver blade of the weapon, extending it in length. The doctor then lunged at Uzui from behind, gripping the knife with both hands on the handle. The flaming blade effortlessly dug through Uzui’s back and jutted out through his chest; shortly followed by the silver of the knife which Aleksei violently drove deep into the killer. Uzui let out a gut-wrenching scream of agony but became suffocated by a grotesque silence caused by blood flooding into his mouth; subsequently cursing it to spill out and drip down his chin. Aleksei had driven the blade into him from behind, but the flames encasing it were lengthened enough to drive through Uzui’s heart.All went silent as everyone in the surrounding became shocked to their core. Maika starred in shocked disbelief while the encroaching police officers froze in their advance, some rattled by what they just witnessed. Uzui’s wings dropped to his sides, hanging limp from his shoulder blades, and dangling lifelessly. He then fell forward to his knees, Aleksei following along with him as he kept his hands gripped around the knife. It was at this point where the flames from the knife caught onto Uzui’s clothes. He fell onto his stomach and the flames had consumed his entire torso, spreading quickly across his body as if it were a ravenous beast eager to devour all Uzui’s flesh. The flames had engulfed his legs, then it spread to arms and then his entire body. Maika could see his skin began to char at a horrifically fast pace. Then his skin fragmented inch by inch before it finally turned into smoldering dust.“To keep… myself tame.” Aleksei muttered as he knelt in Uzui’s ashes. Nothing more of the killer remained all but his hollowed-out clothes. The ashes were being swept by the fall breeze which creeped into the small street; some of the embers were kicked up into Aleksei’s face. However, Aleksei did not flinch. He blankly stared into his reflection painted in Uzui’s silver knife. Maika could only wonder what he was thinking about as he gazed into the blood-stained blade for what felt like a full minute. Aleksei then tossed the blade aside. The blade’s tip hit the ground first, causing it to chip off; then it rolled for a few times before sliding on it is handle into the curb. The doctor then began to teeter on his one knee. He entered a drunk-like state, struggling to keep his balance. He was able to get back onto his feet, but immediately fell backwards when he had some semblance of footing, blacking out to the shriek of Maika’s voice. . . . Aleksei awoke to a bitter smell tickling his nose. The hairs inside his nostrils stood as if perked to sense danger; each fiber of them tingling with a small current of static electricity. The tingling sensation then provoked a sneeze in the doctor. He sat up and let out a sneeze. His vision was blurred, but nothing blinking a few times plus rubbing his eyes could not fix. When his sight was clear, Aleksei examined his surroundings. Trees closed him in all directions. Some were fully dressed from top to bottom, coated in lush pine needles that radiated a familiar sharp yet sweet minty scent. However, others were stripped bare; the barren bark exposed for all to see. Then there was the fully cloud-blanketed sky above him accompanied by the chilling fall breeze that swept through his very being. The doctor was perplexed, but then he heard an unusual sound. The sound of children’s laughter echoed throughout the forest. Aleksei’s head frantically scanned from left to right, but the source of the eerie chuckles came from behind him. Realizing this, Aleksei quickly got to his feet and turned around. His eyes widened when he saw a horrifically familiar sight enter his peripheral vision. An abandoned derelict arena littered with yellow bumper cars, all the metal rusted and overwhelmed by foliage. He took a few steps into the pen and rested his hand on the hood of one of the cars. The metal was rigid to touch, and it was sick with radiation. Aleksei could say with certainty where he was, but a sense of doubt persisted in his gut. It kicked at him with the vigor of a flailing child, making his stomach uneasy and his conscience irritated. Biting his lip, Aleksei turned his head to the right. He swore under his breath when he saw an all-too familiar yellow ferris wheel. “Pripyat? Impossible.” he muttered to himself.As he focused more on the abandoned ride, he concluded that the children’s laughter originated from the Ferris wheel. They echoed throughout its hollow corpse, one that was once alive with joy. Aleksei made his way through the downtrodden bumper cars towards the Ferris wheel. As he drew closer to the wheel, the echoing children’s laughter began to dance around him. Then the laughing included other noises: joyful screams, cries of infants and the chatter of both children and adults alike. Then the noises turned quiet as the loud screech of a radio following the roar of a dozen vehicles suppressed them. Aleksei paused, turning around to scan; but not finding a single vehicle in sight. Then an automaton voice spilled through the trees around him. “Vnimanie, vnimanie! Vnimanie, vnimanie! Vnimanie, vnimanie! Uvazhaemye tovarishhi! Gorodskoj sovet narodnyh deputatov soobshhaet, chto v svjazi s avariej na Chernobyl'skoj atomnoj jelektrostanii v gorode Pripjati skladyvaetsja neblagoprijatnaja radiacionnaja obstanovka.” The broadcast stung Aleksei to his core. He felt his bones tingle as each word of it poked him with the wicked tip of syringes and knives. The doctor’s steps became more unbalanced as the broadcast began to repeat the opening sequence of Vnimanie.“That’s enough! What’s the point in this!?” Aleksei bellowed.No acknowledgement, no compliance. The broadcast only repeated the first few words repeatedly, growing louder too. Infuriated, Aleksei began to sprint towards the ferris wheel. But then the tip of his shoe caught something. His foot locked into place and the momentum he put into his sprint turned on him, causing the doctor to fall forward onto his face and stomach. Cracks formed in his vision; the lens of his glasses had been fractured on impact. Despite this damage, the doctor still managed to struggle onto his forearms and lift his upper body. His head immediately drifted toward the ferris wheel; that is where he saw something shocking. The ferris wheel had begun to move all by itself. The rusty metal shrieked and moaned as timeworn mechanisms grinded against each other. Aleksei’s ears were assaulted by the horrific noises. Even when the wheel seemingly eased into the motion, the grinding of rusty metal against each other and the cranking of the wheel’s mechanisms still produced agonizing cries. Suddenly, an overwhelming weight disappeared from Aleksei’s head. His body weighed the same, but it seemed all the blood in his head had been siphoned. Even though his arms were planted to keep him as upright as he could be. Aleksei could not help but let his head hang.He was stuck looking at the ground, his vision began to blur, and a dizziness plagued him. But before anything else, a pair of black leather shoes appeared under his eyes. From the heel to the tip of the sole, the shoe was torn open. The marks that gutted it were indicative of a mighty forest predator. A bear? A wolf? Aleksei could not tell. What was more shocking was that the vamp too was ripped open, but it looked to be burned or blown open instead of clawed at; almost as if it were amid an explosion. But underneath the cured black leather was a skeletal foot. No flesh hid it nor did any muscle cling to it. Aleksei could see most of the anatomy from the gaps between each of metatarsals to the rigid navicular, cuboid and cuneiforms that sat far back in the foot but tall enough for him to see it through the disemboweled shoe. “Finally,” an ethereal voice echoed in his ears, the word drilling itself until it practically pushed itself into his eardrums. “The chains are broken. Now we can play, just like when we were younger. It is exciting is it not...?” “Old friend?” . . . Aleksei’s Clinic, Three Days Later, 7:35 AM Maika’s heart was at ease, until a sudden yelp startled her, and it practically lunged to burst out of her chest. Aleksei had awoken, though it was significantly less graceful than she expected. She had sat on the side of his bed for most of the time he slept, always keeping him company. Now his sudden awakening alongside the unexpected cry scared her to the point where she essentially leaped off the bed and landed half a meter away from him. Aleksei’s breathing was erratic and practically empty, as if he had the wind knocked out of him while he is asleep. Maika slowly approached him and rested her hands on his shoulders. His hyperventilation slowed, and his breathing resumed a regular pattern. The doctor looked to see Maika, and his mannerisms changed. Though shaken, his haste to discard the dread of whatever haunted him in his rest was quick to take shape as he pretended to adjust his tie. It was exactly during this point where he realized he was not wearing any clothes, save for his underwear, and he was in his own bed. He fluttered his eyelids a bit before Maika retook her seat on the edge of the bed. “Morning.” she chuckled nervously. The doctor offered no response to her words. He instead licked his lips before smacking them audibly. Aleksei then put his hands together and cracked his knuckles, the popping of which seemed to snap him out of a trance he was stuck in even after his awakening. “Ugh…Dobraye ootro.” he muttered. “Come again?” Maika raised a brow. “Good morning.” An awkward silence wedged itself between her and Aleksei. Maika was swearing on the inside, cursing herself for trying to be humorous. Aleksei then looked out the window, the dark of night still had its clutches wrapped around the city, but the glow of daylight was slowly approaching; Maika was sure of this after checking the time. “How long have I been out?” Aleksei grumbled. “Do you want the brutally honest truth, or do you want me to sugar-coat it?” “Whatever you prefer I guess.” the doctor replied. “Three days.” she answered. Aleksei’s eyes immediately widened, and his hands lunged to grip her shoulders. He stared at her dead in the eyes, his expression screamed it all. He was hoping she was kidding, but for what reason she did not know. “Have you kept the clinic closed for three days!?” Aleksei asked. Maika scoffed and suddenly slapped him across the face. The doctor was caught off guard but did not retaliate. Instead, he reeled himself back, withdrawing his hands and even rubbing one against the cheek that was just hurt.“First of all, that was rude. Don’t ever do that again.” she pouted. “Second, Jun stepped in for you and Kazuhira even ran overtime; so, you’re fine.“Sorry.” Aleksei spoke. “Same here.” Maika interjected. “It’s understandable though, right? We’ve both been through a lot in such a short time.” “Hibiki, is she ok?” the doctor raised a brow. “Yup, she’s napping with Kazuhira downstairs.” “...And Uzui?” “You don’t remember?” Maika tilted her head. “Very little.” Aleksei admitted with a sigh. Maika gently placed her hand on his hand. The two shared a brief glance before Maika leaned in closer to him, putting her shoulder up against his. “Well...He’s dead,” she sighed. “and that’s all that matters now.” Aleksei had various responses racing through his head, but he could not configure which one to use. He could not tell if she was sad or joyful about Uzui’s death. He hesitated for an awkward amount of time, but just long enough for the sound of the room’s door creaking open to snatch his and Maika’s attention away. The door had been pushed open lightly, leaving enough of a crack between the doorframe and the lock to reveal Kazuhira in a worn-out white t-shirt and a pair of plain gray, baggy boxer shorts. His eyes were plugged with a powerful drowsiness. His eyelids were shut, and it seemed any attempt he had to open them fully were only temporarily successful. Kazuhira was also generating a low hum that vibrated behind his closed lips. To Aleksei, it was comically akin to a cat’s purr. The young doctor stumbled his way into the room. He kicked his left leg out and gave the door a push close before he regained his foothold and swayed slightly closer to Aleksei and Maika. Kazuhira finally rubbed his eyes and was able to barely keep them open. He let out a yawn and thoroughly scratched his scraggly bedhead before he finally focused his look on Aleksei. “So, I wasn’t dreaming,” he murmured. “He’s awake.” “It’s good to see you too Kazuhira.” replied Aleksei. “Y’know you’ve been out for three days, right?” “I told him already.” Maika interjected. “I see, I see.” Kazuhira nodded.“What about Hibiki? You were supposed to be with her.” Maika spoke up. “Relax, kid’s out like a light; sawing logs like it’s a professional sport.” For a moment, Aleksei’s vision altered. In Maika’s place, he saw Natasha in her khaki trench-coat, black leggings, and checkered scarf. In Kazuhira’s place, he saw his old friend Kurchatov in his lab coat, gray pants, and Moscow State University t-shirt. His eyelids rapidly opened and closed, causing his vision to practically flicker. Yet for just a second longer he could see his old friends in place of his new ones. Then it returned to normal, and a release of ease flooded his heart and mind. So much so, that he let out a small chuckle. Kazuhira and Maika focused their sights back on him. The doctor was quick to audibly clear his throat and push aside his unexpected instance of laughter. The doctor then motioned to get out of bed. He brought his legs around the beside and sat on the edge before pushing himself up. Aleksei was able to stand fully for a few seconds, but then his legs seemingly began to give way and he quickly fell onto the bedside. Maika and Kazuhira rushed to his side but urged them to remain calm. “It’s fine, that’s my fault,” the doctor sighed. “I’ve been out for three days, walking’s going to be a bit difficult for a while. My fight with Uzui might harbor more of a lasting effect too.” “Quite a large oversight for a doctor, don’t you think?” Maika asked as she firmly gripped Aleksei’s torso and heaved him up back onto the bedside; a labored exhale exiting her mouth as she let the doctor fall back onto the bed. “It’s been nothing but oversights since I landed in Japan.” Aleksei grumbled. “Yeah… About that.” Kazuhira spoke up, snaring the attention of Aleksei and Maika. “I don’t think you ever clarified why exactly you came here. What made you leave Russia and come settle in Japan.” “Ah, I didn’t?” Aleksei raised a brow to Kazuhira. Kazuhira nodded, causing Aleksei to sigh and clasp his hands in his lap. He then adjusted his position on the bed with a shift to the right. This in-turn gave his two assistants ample time to situate themselves in more comfortable seating positions: Maika on a nearby windowsill and Kazuhira on the floor against a wall.“Where to start?” Aleksei muttered to himself aloud. “Why not from the beginning?” Kazuhira interjected. “That was a rhetorical question for me, Kazuhira.” glared Aleksei. There was a brief awkward silence until Kazuhira eventually gave his superior a shrug and put on a face of petty, false, and almost child-like obliviousness. “Well, allow me to be a bit whimsical with my narrative,” the doctor spoke. “Picture this, the city of Tver, a modest city with a population of roughly 407,000 and a city divided by three of Russia’s finest rivers.” Maika and Kazuhira exchanged odd glances at each other. Their expressions told one another that they were caught off guard by Aleksei’s form of storytelling, but as much as it was odd for someone of his character; it was welcome. “If you were to wander about the city’s Tsentralny District on the right bank of the Volga, you’d find the campus grounds of Tver State Medical University; one of the oldest yet most sophisticated of its kind.” “A medical institution?” Maika asked. “Yes,” answered Aleksei. “And in one of it’s student hostels; you’d fine me. Well, I wasn’t so much of a ‘student’ there, but they allowed me to keep my old dorm in exchange for assisting the faculty.” “One day, I signed onto the internet and saw my feeds bursting with a shocking story: ‘Devastation in Japan! Yokohama City’s Kamino Ward site of massive battle!’” Aleksei exaggerated with wild hand gestures. “The Kamino Incident.” Kazuhira’s eyes lit up. “That’s where-” “Where Japan’s number one hero and it’s greatest villain fought tooth and nail for the future of the country.” Aleksei nodded gently while finishing Kazuhira’s sentence. “Well, that may be an overdramatization on my part; but one has to acknowledge that battle had significant weight when considering its belligerents.” “But there’s still one part you’re leaving out.” Maika interjected. “That being?” “The incident took place far away from you and your troubles, it didn’t affect you in any way that counts. Hell, I imagine that story would make news headlines for a day in Russia before fading into the wind,” she rambled. “But you decided to put your past life behind and start fresh here, all because of a common incident in superhero society. Why?” Silence smothered the room, save for the noise of the busy city just outside the window. Kazuhira let out a brief, meek whistle that quickly dropped into a low howl before he sealed his lips. For the first time since their encounter with Uzui, Aleksei could feel a considerable weight in Maika’s words. Her question was serious, her interest was peaked to the point where she would become agitated by any answer that danced circles around her inquiry.“That is a fair question… And to that,” Aleksei unclasped his hands and placed his right hand on his left forearm. He then twisted forearm and a click sounded throughout the room. He then seamlessly pulled the forearm from his body to the chorus of hissing air. His prosthesis was now in full view, and he was quick to place the ‘sleeve’ beside him on the bed. Aleksei wiggled the fingers of his prosthetic and made over motions including crossing fingers, a thumbs up and even a finger gun. “My home, my motherland, is much like my prosthetic arm. On the outside, it looks normal. You may find a mole, a scratch, a patch of dry skin or other noticeable features; but nothing too grim… But then you take off the cover and see the skeleton underneath. Something grotesque, shocking and most of all; horrific.” “My country was built on the blood and suffering of hundreds of millions. From Kievans to Tsarists to Soviets, my home has been passed around and torn apart and stitched together time and time again until the present when all that suffering, and death is now a part of the skeleton that is my country’s history.” “The most defining moment of Russian history is the death of Vladimir Lenin, the man who spearheaded the Communist revolution in Russia and led the way to dethrone the Tsar in 1917. When he died, his party became divided between his two most noticeable comrades. You may not know the names ‘Trotsky’ and ‘Stalin’; but that’s not the focus of what I’m trying to convey.” “The point is the fall of your number one hero and number one villain has created a dangerous void. The Symbol of Peace and the Symbol of Evil, both dethroned with no successor. Heroes and villains alike will clamor all over this country just to climb the ranks; that is the inevitability of power vacuums, they create power struggles.” “I came here because I could tell how many people would be hurt by this. Physically, mentally, lonely, together, it does not matter. And hey, I was right. Serial killers and assassins tailed me instantly just because I tried to help one person! But you already know that story inside and out.” “But you want the simplified answer? The grand summary? I came here to help people I knew would be in danger. Men, women, and children that are now all in the crossfires and still are nothing but ‘collateral damage’ in the grand setting of a superhero world! I know I can’t do much, but if I can at least do something, then I can be at peace with that.”All three hearts, minds and souls in that room were linked by the same sensation: a combined sense of astonishment; one that could only be experienced by the deliverance of a grand epiphany in theater. Kazuhira was flabbergasted. The look in the eyes matched that of a young boy who was bursting to applaud and cheer for his idol after they did something magnificent. On the other hand, Maika was left speechless as if Aleksei’s words took the breath and words right out of her mouth and left her with nothing. To Aleksei, an uncomfortable silence had once again flooded the entire room. A full minute went by where the three simply remained isolated in their separate corners, pondering to themselves. Then, out of the silence; a voice spoke. “Kazu? Mommy?” Everyone’s heads shot over to the door. Hibiki was in the frame, having somehow opened it by herself. Her eyes were just as sleep stricken as Kazuhira and she was dressed in her pajamas holding her teddy bear. Kazuhira quickly got himself on his feet and crouch-walked over to Hibiki. He scooped the child up with his arms and held her in a secure position, his arms wrapped around her backside just above her spine with her pressed up against his flank. “Hey champ, watch doing up at this hour?” Kazuhira cooed. “Woke up for bathroom, heard voices.” she drearily answered. Maika ran over and Kazuhira was quick to hand Hibiki off to her. She received her daughter gently and nuzzled her nose against the young girl’s forehead. Maika then looked to a nearby clock in the room and read the time. “Good thing it’s a weekend.” she muttered to herself as she walked out of the room with Hibiki in her arms. She did not shut the door behind her, and Kazuhira took advantage of this as he made a smooth exit out of the room via slipping through the space between the door itself and the frame. But before he completely disappeared, he poked his head back inside and looked to Aleksei. “So, what now?” he asked. “What now? Same as always, we get back to work… As for me,” “I have a call to make.” . . . 2 Weeks Later The tell-tale chime of the small bell above the door sung throughout the clinic’s reception area. It is jingle never failed to catch the ears of the receptionist and anyone else who was in the room. A young man stepped through the door, dressed in a standard white office-shirt, black pants, and a red tie around his neck. What was different is that he wore a white motorcycle helmet on his head and had a satchel slung over his right shoulder. He carried a cardboard box roughly the length of someone’s entire leg. He placed it down against the wall next to the door and called out to people in the reception area. “Pardon me!” He spoke boldly. “Delivery for Doctor Zah-ki-ef!” “It’s, Zah-kay-ev (Zakhaev),” Maika interjected as she rushed to the postal worker. “I’m his receptionist, is it alright if I accept this package for him?” “Oh, sure ma’am, just need you to sign some things.” The postal worker reached into his satchel and pulled out a clipboard. He flipped it so the paper stuck to it would face Maika and grasped it by its sides, holding it out in a proper manner. Maika had to quickly jog back to the reception counter to grab a pen, but his absence from the door was barely noticeable. She filled in several blank spaces on the sheet before finishing it off with her signature. With that, the postal worker bowed and Maika returned the gesture. The two said goodbye and the door shut, the bell’s jingle singing once again. Kazuhira had been reading a magazine in the reception area, situating himself in one of the chairs. His eyes strayed from the page and focused on Maika who had taken it upon her to begin carrying the package over to the front desk. “A package? For Aleksei? Wonder what he ordered.” Kazuhira commented. “Beats me,” Maika remarked. “Though I wonder what could be so long yet so light.” “A lot of things, trust me.” Suddenly, the door leading to the back of the clinic opened and Aleksei stepped into the reception area. He walked around the counter and saw the package. His eyes widened and he quickly took placing it on the counter and using the tip of a pen to cut the tape binding it. “Gee not even a ‘thank you’ or ‘hey guys?’” Maika slyly commented. “Sorry, this has just been something I’ve been looking forward to for a while. Please forgive my hastiness if you can.” Aleksei replied. “On one condition,” Kazuhira spoke up. “Tell us exactly what you ordered.” Aleksei had been able to split the box’s topside up and open it by the time Kazuhira inquired about its contents. He then gutted the box of all the air-filled plastic bags that wrapped around the goods inside. A look of what appeared to be a mix of euphoria and bewilderment. He then spread a smile and firmly grasped the item inside. He made a comment about showing rather than telling and finally revealed it to his colleagues. It was a walking cane, about thirty-six inches long, with a ferrule encased in a dark-gold pommel. It is shaft also had two rings of the same metal decorating to distinguish the top, middle and bottom thirds of the cane while its collar too was also wrapped in a dark-gold metal band. The most eye-catching and arguably attractive part of the cane was the decorative handle constructed with the same dark-gold material but fashioned to take on the head and neck of a bird of prey. The doctor brandished his cane for a while and even twirled it in his hands before resting his hand on its head and placed it between his feet. “A cane, really now?” Kazuhira raised a brow. “You turning elderly on us or something?” Aleksei did not answer. Instead, he lifted the cane off the ground and held it in both hands. His right hand wrapped around the collar and handle while his left hand gripped a few inches away from the foot of the cane. His right hand then twisted the head, and a mechanical click rang throughout the room. A hidden scythe-like blade shot out of the back of the cane’s ferrule and exposed itself to a shocked Maika and Kazuhira. Then Aleksei pulled the head off the cane, revealing an eighteen-inch slender blade (including the decorative handle) whose exposition was accompanied by the glistening and hymn of cold, sharpened steel. “This new environment has borne the ugliest and most rotten of its fangs at me,” Aleksei remarked as he held both components of the cane-sword in his hands. , “It's only fair that I bare mine, yes?”
Books fanfictions
The Poorest ThiefWhiteout stared at the collapsed side of Agate Mountain. The early dawn was streaking bands of orange and red across the rubble. “This wound is fresh, not dried yet,” she said analytically. The other NightWing dragon kept looking around them, biting his lower lip. “Uhm, Dear?” He said. “Perhaps we should come back another time?” She smiled. Oh, Thoughtful. So amusingly nervous. “Don’t vibrate so much. Be still, for no one will see us here for a week.” He adjusted his glasses and swallowed. “If I heard that from anyone but you, I would be in the air right now. Are you sure we’re in the right place?” “Clearsight closed her old life here. There is a banked coal beneath these rocks.” “Darkstalker’s here?” His voice spiked in pitch, like a startled child. “My brother severed his grave from him. His skin is akin to the world’s crust.” “So he’s actually immortal and invincible? I heard the rumors, but I didn’t take them seriously.” “He sleeps enchanted. He can’t hurt me.” Thoughtful nodded. “You still want to do this?” “This line must be severed at both ends. Only I and my brother can do the cutting.” Whiteout unfurled a thick wool blanket onto the rocks. Laying down into the thick softness, she spread her white wings over her head. “No matter what you hear, do not step closer.” “Whatever you need, my love,” he replied as he stepped away from her and sat down on a rock, watching her. Sleep came easily, since she stayed awake for two days. She wanted to be this exhausted to insure that her sleep was as deep as it needed to be. The world slipped into muffled shadowy silence as she tapped into her buried animus magic. Her wings were wide open as she flew into a dream of swirling grey fog. She heard a faint breathing. Steady and slow. “Hello, Darkstalker!” She called out. She slowly landed on the grey rocks, as dream-flying was often ponderous. A moment later, the fog in front of her coalesced, darkened and raised his arms in greeting. (Whiteout! Wait…why can’t I talk out loud? It feels like I’m just thinking at you.) “That’s the language of dreams, dear brother. Voices without volume, only intent.” The curled-horned head dipped, disappointed. (So I’m only dreaming?) “Your dreams, vivid though they may be, could never truly have me in them until now. I have stepped into your private home, for we need to talk.” (WHAT? You have one of my dreamvisitors?) Tilting her head in confusion, Whiteout replied, “No. The scroll is rolling down the hall and the ink spatters out more secrets long hidden.” The fog-shadow roiled as it bumbled closer to her. (My scroll! Do you have it? Listen, you need to destroy it to….) A crack of lightning flashed behind her as her wings spread. “I am the guest in your home! Be silent!” Startled, he pressed on. (Maybe Clearsight still has…) “I looked in every corner and room! She is subtracted from you! I am all that is left from your old book. One page is still stitched to the binding.” Stepping away from his sister, Darkstalker asked, (How long has it been since you last saw me?) Sighing, she replied, “Two weeks. You are kept in slumber by another’s magic.” (Fathom did this to me. When I get out, I’ll have to repay him. Slowly.) The cloudy body darkened like a rain cloud. (I guess Queen Vigilance doesn’t have to worry about me taking over the kingdom anymore.) “The buildings are all empty shells. Father lies just as hollow on the stage.” (The city got evacuated? That seems like an over-reaction to me.) Whiteout’s tail slapped impatiently. “You were gathering knives, piling high and fast. Your blades were thirsty. The city had to dismantle itself before you could steal it.” (I wasn’t going to steal anything! I wanted to lead the world into the best possible future! I still do!) “You claim you want to add, but all you have ever done was subtract.” (I never took anything from you.) Whiteout scowled, her talons flexing. “Tar pours from your mouth. You don’t notice the level I’m on.” (I’m still wondering how you’re able to visit me. Are your powers getting stronger?) Taking a deep breath, she pressed on. “The latch on my past slipped off when you got buried here. I’ve finally recalled what you did on what was supposed to be my hatching day.” (uh…) “I now recognize the hands that kept me in my egg for an extra night. Thief’s hands. Hidden for years but now imprisoned.” (Are you sure that wasn’t a dream? I never…) “You subtracted me!” Whiteout yelled, blue eyes wide with fury. “Your supposedly beloved sister! You forced me to be less than what I should have been!” (That’s not true! I love you! Just as much as I love Mother or Clearsight!” “Your teeth are getting brittle from the lies you spit out so freely. When your hands slipped from my mind weeks ago, I felt my magic rise like firefly light. You only ever loved me because that light was smothered by you. I suppose it’s easy for anyone to love that which is no longer a threat.” Darkstalker’s smoky body darkened even further. (Are you forgetting that I rescued you from Father? He was going to sell you to his mother! You would have been a brood mare and then killed once Queen Diamond had her precious animus eggs!) She nodded. “There are so many powerful dragons that are scooped out and sad. So much power, so little happiness. When do those roads ever stop being so rocky? Are they ever worth traveling?” (I’m sorry that you were caught in the middle like that. You didn’t deserve any of the grief you got.) She looked at her brother for a long moment. “Maybe that was the truth. Perhaps that chimes from what little black sand remains within you.” (I’m not evil! If Fathom didn’t enchant that bracelet with a sleep spell and convince Clearsight to slip it on me, I would have been King in a day! I would have made sure that no one, but NO ONE would have ever messed with you ever again!) “Would you have done this out of what lies in your heart, leaking and rotted as it is? You can’t give what you don’t have.” Whiteout shook her head. “How can someone steal so much yet still remain so poor?” (Did you come here just to scold me? Would you have preferred it if I HADN’T rescued you?) Gritting her teeth, she said, “Did you know that Father still screams near me every night? That I can still smell his blood? I always hear the sound of his body expanding onto the stage! More stealing, Darkstalker!” Red eyes glowed in Darkstalker’s smoky head. (HE DESERVED IT!) Lightning cracked and flashed behind her as she pointed at her brother. “He deserved to be healed! You showed so much love for Mother and gave a queen’s wealth of kindness for her! Her lights have always glowed like the sun.” Wiping tears from her muzzle, she charged on. “You knew that Father’s magic burned holes into his soul and his heart. Why didn’t you try to heal him the way you would have healed her?” His eyes flickered like candles in the rain. (Uh…) Holding up a hand, Whiteout said, “Because you’re a thief. You stole my potential, you stole Clearsight’s trust, you stole Father’s life. I can only guess what you might have stolen from poor Fathom. I’m guessing it’s his lover, Indigo. Rocky travels, brother. Not the road you should have taken. But do you know who else you stole from?” The eyes winked out as he shook his head. (No.) “Yourself. You tried to fill your vault with riches, but you kept using the wrong key. You kept grabbing the sword rather than the olive branch, especially after Mother was stolen from us. That was awful, even I have to admit.” (Mother’s dead. Father let that happen.) “Only because you let Father rot like a fallen apple. You know the value of power, but not the value of life. You get what you give, Darkstalker. And you only ever gave nearly everyone subtractions. Empty vault.” (Is that it? Are you done?) She sighed. “If you stay asleep forever, you might dismiss our talk as a wayward dream, an idle fantasy. Something tells me that you won’t stay like this until the sun burns out, however.” Was that a smile forming in the head’s cloudiness? (I’m getting out of here, little sister. Sooner than you think.) “And when you do, you’ll probably steal even more and gain nothing again. So much intelligence, so little sense. Someone needs to subtract everything from you, big brother. All of your knives and your poisoned tongue. You need to get your black sand back.” (I can get that back on my own, don’t you worry.) Whiteout rubbed her shoulders. “If it were that simple, you never would have been buried in the first place. Our eggs should have hatched together, brother. Then maybe we both would have been immortal under the moons.” (When I get my scroll back, I’ll make you immortal. I can promise you that.) “A thief’s promises are less than nothing. I’m making my own wealth, Darkstalker. With Thoughtful.” (Oh! You got married?) “Unofficially, yes.” She smiled. “Officially, I’m pregnant.” His jumped excitedly. (That’s fantastic news! I’m so glad you finally found a happy life!) “I was hoping you would say something that wouldn’t smell like a lie. Lilacs. You told the truth. See how easy it is to give?” (Have you picked out any names?) “I was thinking Shadowhunter. If I have twins, maybe also Eclipse.” (Now wait just a minute! Those are the names of MY dragonets! Clearsight and I….) (…oh…) “Clearsight told me a few months ago that those were the names you both were going to use. I figured that this way, you could give something back to this world. We’ve picked a spot in a corner of the RainWing Forest, far way from powerful monsters with hollow hearts.” (I hope you love them as much as I loved you.) She frowned. Did her brother ever understand what love really was? Would he ever know? Maybe if his black sand was ever poured into his empty heart again, he would know the joys his sister, his strange, slant-wise sister, felt every day for her lover. And would feel for her future dragonets. “I have to go now, Darkstalker. The rest of my life is waiting for me and I can’t carry you with me anymore. I have to be free and you need to rest and reflect. You can be so much more than the poorest thief I ever knew.” (Do you really believe that?) “I know I often speak in riddles, but I have never told a lie in my life. Not even to myself. Only warped mirrors tell untruths.” (If you ever see Clearsight again, which is a long shot, I know, tell her that I’m sorry. I should have been better to her. To everyone.) “It’s good to have regrets. They’ll hold you close and help you take a good look at yourself.” (I’m not very good company.) “Everything changes. You became something that needed to be buried. If you ever get unearthed, perhaps a smoother road waits for you. Perhaps not.” (That’s one thing I’ve always loved about you, sister. You keep on going no matter what people think of you.) Whiteout smiled. “I leaned that from you. Good night, big brother.” (Take care, little sister.) They turned away from each other as the fog thickened. She took flight into the waking world. Whiteout sat up, yawning. “How long was I away?” “About an hour, I’d say,” replied Thoughtful. “Did you find him?” “Yes. But he’s lost himself. I don’t know how he can find his way back.” Rubbing his neck, he looked at the rubble. “We all have our journeys to make, I guess.” “I know where we’re going, dear, “ Whiteout said as she stared at her belly, which would soon be swollen with her eggs. “Somewhere better than we’ve ever been before.” “We both deserve a chance at a better life.” Thoughtful sighed. “We’ve lost everything, after all. The only way for us now is up.” She rubbed a wing against one of his as he helped her onto her feet. “Up and over, round and round we go. Where do we stop?” Thoughtful kissed her on the lips, grinning at the delightfully strange dragon that he would share the rest of his life with and answered, “Nobody knows.” Deep within Agate Mountain, a dragon slept. And smiled. THE END...

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TG TF: Janet Van Dorn,Since Alex and Justin got back from being Lisa and Lindsey Justin had to got to a courthouse in Gotham. He was to become an attorney. Gotham was the city where Batman lived. Justin remembered when he was Poison Ivy and London had been Harley Quinn. And before that Justin had been Candice. When Justin was at the courthouse he was given a paper to sign. When he signed it pink gas came in and surrounded him making him feel strange.His feet shrank and his socks disappeared and his shoes changed into black high heals. His legs shortened, thinned out, and lost muscle and hair leaving him with sensitive skin. His hips widened and his penis and testes shrank inside of him and a tight vagina replaced them and his backside grew bigger. His underwear turned lacey and his trousers into a blue skirt. As his belly lost hair he lost some fat and his stomach thinned into a sexy core so he had an hourglass figure. He got shorter again and grew 2 breasts and his nipples grew longer and harder. His shoulders cracked inwards and his arms thinned out as they lost hair. His hands shrank and became very feminine. Now his top clothes changed into a blue jacket that was yellow on the inside with gold buttons and a white shirt underneath. He also won a bra. His neck thinned out as he lost facial hair and his Adam's Apple disappeared. A red bowtie was tied round his neck under his shirt collar. His face softened drastically, as well, his lips puffed out a bit and became redder and his nose shrank becoming so cute and dainty. His eyes went from brown to blue and his lashes grew longer. His ears got pierced and he won some round gold earrings. He also won some semi-circle glasses. His eyebrows went from dark brown to normal brown and the hair on his head changed colour same as his eyebrows, grew down to his shoulders, and was tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon.Justin had been turned into Janet Van Dorn. Then the world around him changed. He was in a cell. Then the door opened and in stepped Two-Face. Justin was in the world of Batman. "Welcome to Arkham, Van Dorn" said Two-Face. Justin thought he'd play along. "Two-Face" he said in a voice just like Janet's. Justin tried running out. "Don't bother screaming for help" said Two-Face. "The white coats can't hear you." Justin saw what happened and pretended to be shocked. "Matter of fact they can't do much of anything thanks to the mad hatter" said Two-Face. Justin turned back to Two-Face. "You're going to try and escape?" asked Justin. "Eventually" said Two-Face. "We've got some legal business to settle first." Justin pretended not to know. "What do you mean?" asked Justin. "I'm talking about a trial" said Two-Face. "Me the prosecutor, you the defence. And your client." Two-Face Paused as Killer Croc showed up dragging Batman tied up. "Is Batman" finished off Two-Face. Justin found out what happened next. As he understood that if Batman hadn't done what he did things could have been worse Justin didn't follow Janet's lines.When in court Justin started following Janet's lines when the Joker was in the judge's seat. He used his gavel pointed at Batman and said "Guilty!" Then Justin stood up and said "I was promised a chance to defend my client." The Joker let Two-Face speak and he said that Batman made them all freaks and monsters. When Justin was given his chance to say more he started by following Janet's line. "I suppose you like your friends claim that Batman drove you to be a criminal" said Justin. "He did" said the Mad Hatter. "And yet as I recall your case you brainwashed and kidnapped a woman who rejected you" said Justin. "Batman forced me to do it" said the Mad Hatter. "He was gonna take her away from me. I had no choice." Justin altered lines again. "Sure you had a choice" he said. "You could have respected her wishes and left her alone." The Mad Hatter was furious. "I'd have killed her first!" he said. "Then you would have lost her anyway" said Justin. He was quite stern. He soon found out how good he was compared to Janet.

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The TherapistIn Elmore Junior High, on a lovely day in Elmore City, a tall man was peacefully reclining on the ground, sitting with his legs folded, hands resting on his knees, and closed eyes, listening to peaceful music. The man's appearance is unique, sporting cloud-like white hair, yellow sandals with teal straps, black pants with pink hems, a shirt decorated with stripes in an array of colors such as red, yellow, orange, teal, and blue, red irises encircling yellow eyes, and black eyebrows. The counselor hummed contentedly. Steve let the tranquil music fill his mind, picturing himself sitting in the wilderness. He heard the birds chirping, spotted animals strolling by, surrounded by a brilliant blue sky with waters nearby. Taking a deep breath, he released it with a pleased sigh.The wind whistled gently, billowing his shirt as it caught the breeze, while leaves fluttered and blossomed around him. Mr. Small's peaceful moment was disturbed by a loud sound. His immediate surroundings suddenly ceased and faded away as soon as he opened his eyes. Looking to his left, he saw an indistinct figure knocking on the door. A smirk crossed his face as he stood up from the floor and silenced the music. He grabs the white mat, rolling it up, before retrieving his notebook and pencil. Next, he moves towards the door.The door swung open instantly, and the young being stood tall. The kid has grey and pink gloves, disfigured brown hair and grey skin, a polygon left foot, one eye, black iris and pupil with the yellow sclera, pink stomach, orange rectangular torsion, red shorts with a yellow stripe on both sides, and a blue diamond on his lower torso. His eyebrows sank as a sunken ship. He grumbled. He muttered. He walked towards the chair and sat down. He lifted his legs afterward. He crosses his arms, placing them on his chest, and his mouth clamped shut. The cyclops raise his eyeball towards the ceiling and felt a sizzling sensation within his system.Mr. Small sat on the more extensive, leathery, and comfortable chair. The seat was longer than the other one nearby. He made a noise as if to clear his throat."Hello, Rob. Or should I say, Dr. Wreaker? How are you feeling today?" The therapist asked as he placed his notebook downward, twisting his eyes to the cyclops laying flat as a frying pan on the chair. The cyclops took a quick peek at the man, then gazed up towards the ceiling with a long, collective exhalation of breath."Just stressed, man," Rob replied finally. "I have just returned from a plan that recently failed. As you can tell from the bandages.""Uh-huh..." Mr. Small responded as he proceeded to write in the notebook. "Okay, anything else?""Counselor, it's been quite an ordeal. Many people I've encountered throughout my life have had difficulty correctly pronouncing my name. I was thrown into the Void, escaped, and attempted to uncover a sense of purpose." The cyclops continues as he uses his right hand, swirling his index finger in a circle, mimicking running as he moves his limbs up and down, and place his hand on his forehead, looking left and right. Afterward, Rob scratched his cranium."To my surprise, I got an opportunity to take on a role that was not what I anticipated." The cyclops shrugged his arms and hands as he spoke. Mr. Small cocked his head to one side as he gazed upon the cyclops, and the creature fixed its eyes on him."And what would that be, youngster?" The therapist inquired about the cyclops, who managed to sit up and support his upper body."I never planned to be a villain, but I must admit that I did manage to find some success. Though I wanted friends, a sidekick, and my show, these dreams never came true. Thus, I forged a new identity as 'Dr. Wreaker' with a new, menacing voice and set about crafting my plans, even with a remote in hand. It sucks it got destroyed." Rob bent his legs, putting his elbows on them and resting his hands on his cheeks as he spoke."Interesting. Has that role given you accomplishments so far?" Mr. Small asked that he continue writing and move to the next page."Yes, I managed to go about town, meet some people, enjoy the fresh air, and go to the airport - even though my resources were limited. Then, after realizing the world's changing, I decided to make arrangements for the occasion and get everyone involved." The cyclops responded as his mind quickly filled with bright, white flashes of memories of plans for upcoming occasions. When they disappeared instantly, a diminutive grin spread across his face."I see. Any obstacles along the way?" As he wrote, the man inquired, Rob's smile gradually fading away, and his eye fixated on the floor. White flashes accompanied by a series of memories, pass through his head. It caused his singular eyeball to shut.The cyclops caused a stir as he abducted a caring banana, scrubbed away a drawn bear's face, gave a balloon a physical form, forced a cloud child into a water tank, placed a bomb under a bus, and converted students into humans. The weight of these events weighed heavily on him. He whispered. He muttered, and he buried his face in his hands."Throughout my journey, I have encountered countless struggles and tried to overcome them. Despite putting in all I could to even reach success, I still couldn't seem to get rid of the issue presented to me, which revolved around an individual. Unfortunately, I couldn't beat this nuisance. Regardless of my...efforts." The one-eyed monster expressed once he gritted his teeth and squinted his twitching eye. There were more flashes, and one of the most recurrent visions included another figure in the scene. It was a blue-haired creature with five whiskers, light-blue lips, an orange nose, a beige shirt with brown edges, dark grey trousers, paws, and a tail.After the flashes disappeared, Rob's pupil shrunk, and his face was red as a tomato. He huffed and puffed instantly. The counselor ascends his left eyebrow. Upon hearing the word 'nuisance', someone came to his mind. He started remembering a particular person who was well-known for just that. He leans closer to the kid, aware of the being's identity. Steve cleared his throat again."So, Mr. Rob, how was your relationship with Gumball?" He asked expectedly.Soon, Rob started to clench his fists into tight balls. Try as he might, he cannot contain him. Sweat dropped, and panting increased. As expected, he exploded like a volcano."Doc, this guy...is one of the worst people I've ever met!" The cyclops let out a loud screech, thrusting his arms skyward. "The cat is annoying, insensitive, and always acts like he did nothing wrong, even though his presence is what drives everyone crazy! Gumball's madness triggers the most unlikely events. He makes excuses and uses a cowardly tongue to evade his responsibilities. Gumball can't even kick or punch properly! If only he had used his brain more often and thought twice before acting silly, perhaps those tragedies wouldn't have happened in the first place. However, he used it when the situation suited him! There's nothing to say about attacking a native balloon for doing things he couldn't do. How egotistical is that?!""I see..." Mr. Small articulated as he wrote further into the notebook."And yet, I'm the bad guy for defending myself from that lunatic." The cyclops sheepishly expressed, raising his torso upward and clenching his fists further. "True, I may commit certain decisions that warranted me jail time, but how come he's not? You figured with the crazy events he caused, getting him incarcerated would've been the best idea. Houses destroyed, public endangerment, and screwing with his classmates! I'm surprised he had a girlfriend and a list of companions afterward! Why on Elmore would anybody associate with him when he's one step away from causing trouble?! I won't be surprised if he's disposed of for said jeopardy. Heck, I even met those who want him gone!""Interesting facts. Go on." Mr. Small stated that as he continued writing and flipped to the following page. Rob busted out a massive sigh as he tapped his fingers and slumped his shoulders."Between him and I, I couldn't help but want to strangle the guy on the neck. He and his brother are the concrete reasons I'm like this, and I'm at fault for facing the aftermath of his idiocy? Get out of here." The cyclops responded as he rolled his eye. "That's why I want nothing to do with him. I even tried to walk away from him with the banana guy. He couldn't mind his business. Not to mention giving me the googly eyes when I choked him. I swear that feline is mentally broken. Why can't he realize everything that happened to him was his fault? All the madness was his...own...doing!""Okay then. Anything else in mind?" Steve stared at the one-eyed monster. The kid had an expressionless face and eyebrow that furrowed."Doc, I want him dead. I wish I didn't have the idea of rescuing him from the Void! Just have him rot and pay the price for his ludicrous endeavors. But even then, he got a ghost girl and a witch that could revive him! Or worse, turn into a ghost. WHY?! Let him perish alone! Gumball's been for driving Elmore nuts for years! We don't need an imbecile like him around! We already got his family to deal with here!" Rob kept going as he placed his hands on his head and shut his eye."My goodness, you have an intense hatred for him.""Every right to be." The Cyclops responded, but then the red tint on his face faded away, and he let out a deep breath. The fire inside him began to die down with every passing second. The cyclops looked up, and memory appeared. He saw Gumball trying to escape the Void's grasp. He froze. The spasms gradually ceased, and his eye regained its usual shape. Finally, the cyclops dropped his hands and gazed downward. Who could have imagined that the same person he despises would try to save his life, despite all the friction between the two? Mr. Small rose from his chair, put away the book, and moved next to him."Is there...something on your mind, kid?" Steve asked after tilting his head."Y-Y-Yes. Despite all the troubles, he did something to me I...cannot forget." The cyclops replied, his voice now calmer and more composed."And what's that?" Mr. Small asked. Rob turned to the counselor before lowering his gaze back to the floor, his hands resting on his knees."Well, despite all craziness, he gave me purpose. At his point, he and his brother are the reason why I'm their nemesis. Gumball, especially. We'd search for a reason for my presence in this world. And the idea of being the villain came to the picture. Hence why I'd taken the Dr. Wreaker role! I did said earlier I never wanted to be the villain, and I desire to have my own show. But due to circumstances, I have no choice."Mr. Small paused, attempting to recall what he had heard. He tilted his head downward and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. After a moment, he picked up his notebook and pencil again."So let me get this straight: You despised Gumball for concreate reasons that even I agree. And yet, you're indirectly appreciative for him given you purpose?""Perhaps." The cyclops answered as the man resume writing. The therapist looked at the child and briefly closed his eyes."Okay, let me tell you something. What you proclaimed is justifiable facts about him, but you're problem is that you're jealous, insecure, and hypocritical. If you really hated him, you wouldn't be grateful for turning you into this. In fact, how is he supposed to know what happened to you if its out of his control? The Void is known for taking boring people away. It literally took my van!""I mean, he didn't pay attention to me nor got my name right." Rob said as he scratched his head."Second, it sounds like he inspired you to be the villain. Was that his own choice to turn you into the bad guy? Did he force you into becoming what you are?" Mr. Small raised both eyebrows and shrugged his arms as he asked. The cyclops became silent for a brief period. An intense pain was building up inside him, and he averted his gaze."Uh...no?" Rob answered nervously, his hands interlaced, a bead of perspiration forming on his forehead."Okay. And if you were trying to save us, why didn't you address that ahead of time?" As Steve tilted his head, he asked, then resumed writing."I have. But since you're all idiots, I chosen to disguise myself as the SuperIntendent Evil and turn you into humans to save you. It was the only way!" Rob spun around to face the counselor, shouting as he thrust his arms upwards, only for them to slump back down. Mr. Small squinted, then firmly grasped the hands of the cyclops and released them with a soft touch."And yet, you target us over something that could've overseen a better presentation. In a sense, we would've helped you. Another thing to mention is your poor communication skills and mistrusting.""Right." Rob sighed softly. The counselor then tapped his pencil against his cheek as if tapping a finger."Thus, the last I checked, let's see, um, you kidnapped Joseph Banana's mother, erased Teri's face, gave Alan a body, used William as a key, shoved Masami in a water tank, planted a bomb under a school bus, and turned the students into humans. You are willing to take the lives of innocent people to spite Gumball. Thus, I don't need flashes of white light from your mind to address this issue."When Rob's eyebrow rose up in surprise, Mr. Small reacted by seeing the cyclops scratching his head again."Oh, that. Yeah...""Thus, your ongoing rant of killing him. While its justified that actions have consequences, why not get to the root of the problem instead of taking his own life?" Mr. Small shrugged his arms in response, mimicking a slash on his throat with his index finger. "Shedding blood won't automatically solve everything. Just ask the criminals. Also, his family, friends, and especially Penelope would've torn you apart if you're willing to do that. If that happens, then it shows how much Gumball meant to them.""Okay." The cyclops sighed, bringing his hand away from his head and slumping in despair. Mr. Small rose from the couch and returned to his chair to finish his writing, flipping the page. He then looked up at the young ward again."Also, once Gumball has been taken care of, what will your plan be? You have eliminated him, but what will you do afterward? Is it worth it in the end? You may have gotten rid of him, but what will be the consequence? That's another corpse at the cemetery. And due to the supernatural force of being undead, it's only a matter of time before he returns. I advise you not to experience a public uproar."Rob's face showed an exhibition of emotions as soon as the therapist uttered the words. His eyebrow raised in the air, his jaw dropped, and his body trembled. His heart was pounding, and sweat was running down his face.In an instant, he recalled memories of himself, cheering and laughing as Gumball's lifeless body lay on the ground and another of himself cowering in the background as Darwin frantically picked up the pieces of his brother, wailing in sorrow.Rob hid in the shadows, witnessing people partaking in a sorrowful funeral procession, with the Wattersons and Penelope seated at the front, weeping as his coffin lowered. In another flash, he saw himself inside a house, viewing an Elmore City news report on a screen. The subsequent image had him running as Gumball's acquaintances pursued him and a cyclops screaming as they chased him wildly. In the ground below him, gasping, static holes kept appearing, following him wherever he went. He suddenly stopped running as he spotted Anais, Richard, Nicole, and Darwin walking towards him threateningly. Tears streamed down their cheeks, faces painted with sorrow, their hands balled up, and jaws clenched tightly. Rob huffed and puffed as he ran to the other side of the street, where he found Penny. Her eyes were watering and twitching, with pink skin around them, and she was hyperventilating. Her complexion was similar to Gumball's sky-blue fur, just darker. She's clenching her fists and shoving her face at Rob, who gulped as she gritted her teeth."I hope what you did is worth it. I don't care what happens to you anymore." Penny's tears fell to the ground as she softly spoke, her body transforming into a dragon. Close behind, Bobert readied himself into combat mode, Tina Rex roared, Masami shifted to grey, Carrie transformed into a monster, Ocho encircled by pixels, Clayton changed into a train, and Hector bellowed, with the townspeople following every step of the way. Rob attempted to run, but once looking back, he saw Darwin before him."This is for my brother..." Rob screamed as the goldfish whispered to the cyclops, and he quickly stepped back. Despite his efforts, the cyclops gets attacked by the public.The imaginary scene flash before his eye, with him gasping for air, hand pressing hard against his chest, retreating to lay flat on his back on the couch. Mr. Small nodded contemplatively as the child gradually returned to reality from his fantasy."Doesn't look good, huh?" As he passed the tissues over to the cyclops, the counselor asked Rob to take one and fold it. Rob obliged, pressing the tissue against his sweat-drenched skin. Steve then put the bundle of tissues back in its original position.The cyclops chucked the napkin into the trash can next to him as the warmth from the child slowly melted away. He huffed and puffed before inhaling a soothing, deep breath."After that scary situation, I have occasionally had nightmares about it happening again. To keep myself from worrying too much, I would try to think of other things and hope that it never happens again. I was so scared when the Void appeared, thinking it would entangle me and drag me back to its murky depths. I frantically warned others about it, hoping to protect them as well. As if..." Rob continued as Ms. Small risen his finger upward, and casted his hand down."As if an internal force of awareness is consuming you from the inside, urging you to realize that what you're doing to achieve that is wrong. Thus, your outrage is your refusal to accept that it was your choice to be the villain. Gumball's involvement may be the stasis, but you can't blame others for your decision-making. Brainwashing people is never a good idea." Mr. Small calmly clenched his fists and placed them on his hips, holding the pencil and notebook."Obviously." Rob stated that as Mr. Small slowly loosened his grip, he took a deep breath."Finally, Gumball is a extremely flawed kid. He's prone to causing trouble indirectly or not. There's no denying he's accountable for the occurrences. You're correct that he shouldn't run away from his mistakes nor take people for granted, but that's life. We all go through struggles physically, spiritually, psychologically and mentally. It's a ongoing battle. Not to mention everything comes and goes, and it doesn't stop. There's no pause button you can press and call it a day.""I suppose so." Rob shook his head back and forth before coming to a halt. He turned his gaze to the counselor again."Besides, one can't win them all. Most of the time, many don't understand why he does what he does. In fact, what Gumball did didn't make sense to certain people. However, that's his problem he needs to solve on his own. You cannot demand perfection from a fellow flawed being. What you need is self-reflection. And understand the golden rule." Mr. Small pointed his finger in the air, and a golden flash appeared briefly behind him before it vanished."What's that?" The cyclops asked as he scratched his chin."Treat people the way you want to be treated." The man conveyed, and the cyclops froze for a second as if a record scratch's heard. Rob's single eye twitched as he stared at the man, unable to move an inch. His heart pounding fiercely and pupil shrinking, he cautiously clenched his hands together at his sides as he started to pant and slowly looked away. At that moment, all the events of his life came crashing into his mind: meeting Gumball, being forgotten, fleeing home, finding a purpose in becoming a villain, fighting the feline with the remote, clicking through the channel, crushing the remote, attempting to pursue Joseph Banana, the airport scene, the events that transpired before that, and ultimately, tumbling into the Void.He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and started panting as if Rob was trying to explode again. A burst of flame emerged in his eye, and a red tint materialized on his face."I advise breathing exercises more often in case you snap again." The counselor responded.Seconds passed, and Rob's pupil stabilized. He loosens his grip on his hands, and the redness slowly diminishes."I suppose this is where I tell you, I tend to get angry easily." The cyclops said and the counselor resumed writing."Don't worry, kid. I have plenty of experience. Address your rage, never go too ballistic unless provoked, calm down, try a conciliatory activity, blow some steam, or if that person drove you that nuts, walk away." Mr. Small articulated. After clenching his fist, Rob grabbed the squishable toy Mr. Small had pulled out of the drawer. He then proceeded to squish it."Un, thanks? So, treat people the way you want to be treated?" The cyclops asked as he shrugged his arms."It does not do the others what others do to you. Fairness and respect unless earned. And hearing about your actions, you weren't fair. You didn't hesitate to kill somebody, which I mentioned won't work. Also, with the making of a bomb, why not use a proactive approach in life? Instead of destroy, create instead. That the friends you seek can come to fruition. You don't have to be a villain forever." Mr. Small expressed a diminutive grin spread out on his face.Rob's gaze dropped, and he shook his head. He could see that the world he had once known was fading away. He raised his hand to his cheek, glancing up to the sky, pondering the possibility of trading in his criminal ways, and having a fresh start. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips shortly. But then, it was gone."As much that sounds great, what about...him? After all, I still hated him. He's a troublemaker! Yet, he's why I even matter in this world." The cyclops asked, soothing his hands. The thought of reconciling with the town's well-known troublemaker sends a chill down Rob's spine. He's shaken, as it doesn't make much sense to him. In his opinion, being united with the culprit for even a brief moment can be troublesome until it becomes too much."But seriously, though. Making peace with...him?! HIM?! I find that absurd! The same guy responsible for all these events I've seen, and you, Mr...Small, right, to make peace with Gumball? After ALL that happened?" Rob asked he pointed his finger at him, but not in a way that indicated a boiling-over of anger."If peaceful resolution is the aim, then why not seek a compromise between you and Gumball? Of course, it's understandable because, with the events that unfolded, you two probably won't be BFFs any time soon. I won't be surprised if you continue this conflict with him. Nevertheless, putting your grievances aside and easing the tension's likely to be more profitable than sparking a war." The consultant enunciated once the cyclops cast his hand down."What if I have no idea what would happen if our plans went awry and we were stuck in the same place as we started? What if, despite our conversation, we continue until the end of our journey? What would happen then? No one will ever provide any forgiveness for my actions! I understood my unfair situation after failure after failure! I won't be even surprised if they never let me in!" Rob continued as an ache grew within him before the therapist placed his hand on his shoulder. The cyclops slowly outstretched his hand and firmly grasped hold of the other. He sniffed, and wiped his eye."Another thing. The "what-ifs." You're allowing worry to consume you too much. It's one thing to express concern, but too much can drive people mad." Steve replied, and Rob rose from the sofa, taking a few steps before wheeling around in his direction."So, what now, Doc? In case you haven't known, I had no family to go to. I don't even have a home after getting discovered inside the Wattersons' basement. I can't seem to know who my parents are. But hey. I'm all on my own, Like usual." The cyclops declared as he sat on the couch, looking downward.Mr. Small's jaw dropped when he heard the news, and he put his hand on his chest in disbelief. He didn't even attempt to write it down, simply putting the notebook aside in silence. His gaze shifted as he pondered the news - the same kid who battled Gumball was a homeless loner with no family he could go to. Scratching his chin and rolling his eyes, Mr. Small had an epiphany and pointed his finger in the air. He reached for another drawer, catching Rob's attention as he tilted his head. The man searched through the folders until something caught his eye - a rectangular white brochure with red symbols and pictures on it. He passed it over to the kid, who grabbed it eagerly.Rob opened the drawer and peered inside. He tilted his head, scanning the contents with his eyes. Mr. Small then joined Rob on the couch. As Rob began to read, the cyclops slowly loosened his grip, causing the brochure to drop to the floor. The book was titled "Elmore Orphanage." The cyclops slowly turned his head at the man as he raised his eyebrow. Steve smiled at him, and the young loner spoke at last."A-Are you sure about this, Mr. Small?" The cyclops asked. The man nodded."Yes, I'm sure. I've been getting news this place is opening for those like you." Mr. Small said as Rob picked the brochure back up."I-I don't know. What about my history?""It's not too late to start anew, kid. Now, there's no denying your caused problems along the way. But. If there's plenty of time to do what you're doing, there's plenty of time for you to reconsider life choices. If push comes to shove, I might convince others of this idea. Sure, it doesn't solve everything automatically, but it's worth a try." Mr. Small said after Rob held the booklet.The cyclops froze for a second, examined the brochure, and smiled. He then stepped up to Mr. Small and, without warning, embraced him tightly. Mr. Small raised his eyebrow in surprise. Steve heard sniffling and saw the Cyclops crying, a tear trickling down his cheek. In a gesture of comfort, Mr. Small patted the kid's back and handed him a napkin. Rob dabbed his eye with the napkin and took a deep breath.Rob looked astonished as Mr. Small opened the door to reveal Gumball and Darwin, the cyclops' "acquaintances." Gumball's fur was a mess that was scruffy, covered with black and burst spots. The feline's clothes are torn from the legs and shoulders, while his right arm has no sleeve. His left shoulder has band-aids, and his right leg's taped up. To complete this homely figure, he had a black eye and yellow-orange gradient kisses on his right cheek. Darwin's form, although similar, was singularly peculiar, with a black and white broken arm casket on his left arm and an orange fin ripped up. Patches littered his skin, his right shoe totally missing, leaving only the tip of his toes and black-and-white kiss marks on his left cheek.Mr. Small's jaw dropped as he saw the sight before him: an intimidating lineup of police officers, all wearing heavy armor and protection, with Doughnut Cop right behind them. The feline, fish, and cops were all giving him hostile glares, making him spread a giant grin despite the sweat dripping down his face. The two tightly balled their fists, their eyes twitching and squinting."You..." Rob gulped in response when he heard Gumball and Darwin say something viciously in unison. He attempted to cover his fear by forcedly laughing afterward. Doughnut Cop stood behind the two with arms crossing and eyes narrowed in a squint."Hey, guys! He-he." The cyclops gave a fake laugh as he shook his hand in response."Rob, aka Dr. Wreaker! You're coming with us!" The sheriff shouted, making the cyclops flinch slightly in response. Mr. Small stood firm at the group as the therapist motioned with his hand in a gesture of peace."Uh, excuse me. Can you guys be patient for a moment while we finish our discussion? I'm not risking making a mess." After squinting his eyes, the counselor asked, prompting the two as they rolled their eyes and shrugged their shoulders, albeit somewhat painfully."Well, don't take forever! As you can tell, we wore out our patience." Mr. Small closed the door gently after the cop responded, and the man sat beside the cyclops. He grabbed his notebook and pencil before finishing up his writing. Then he cleared his throat to communicate."So. Before we finish our session for today, anything else to get out of your chest?" Mr. Small asked as Rob scratched his head and sighed."Despite appreciating what you gave me and helping me with my problems, I should explain what happened." The cyclops explained."You see, I was facing off my enemies in a competition at the town's science fair. I tried to get back at them for my failures. I saw the two made progress. Gumball had a volcano with research, and Darwin had a fish chart with actual fish bowls of a specific creature. So, I entered and decided to get creative. I made an impressive remote control rocket, hoping it'll surpass the two. I lost, of course. To make myself feel better, I strapped their legs onto the rocket. Good old classic revenge.""Interesting. As judging what I'm seeing, everything boomeranged." Mr. Small said as he raised an eyebrow."I was really hoping my plan would work, but it all backfired. I was supposed to create an explosion in the sky, but instead, I got caught, and the remote that could have stopped it from happening got destroyed. Unfortunately, the explosive ended up going off inside the competition instead." Rob answered as Mr. Small finished writing."Okay. For further advice, taking responsibility for your mistakes is the first step towards becoming better. Take the necessary steps to address and fix any issues, and then you'll be ready to move forward. Do you have the brochure with you?" The counselor asked once he put up his notebook and pencil elsewhere."Yes, and I'll preserve the booklet. Thanks." Rob nervously gulped as he walked towards the door. As he opened it, Rob witnessed the group staring at him. The police officer produced handcuffs, and Rob meekly presented his wrists, allowing the cop to secure them. They all began leaving the building, and Mr. Small shouted something at them before shutting the door behind them."Hey, guys! Go easy on the kid! Make sure he has breathing exercises! And sent him to a good place with the brochure in mind! Make sure things go peacefully, okay?" He shouted as he went back inside the room, closing the door."Don't worry! We got it covered!" The Doughnut Cop shouted back as they went outside, and Rob's met with a wall of angry glares as he and the Doughnut Cop exited; students, their families, and bystanders alike shooting his dark looks. The cyclops took a deep breath and exhaled, striding calmly towards the squad car."Well, boys. I guess today was a pretty interesting day, huh?" Rob asked the two as he entered the vehicle."DUDE! You screwed up our science projects! We worked hard on them! You own us!" Gumball shouted at the cyclops before hissing, with Penelope comforting him by rubbing his shoulders. After Rob sat in the backseat, Darwin inquired."Can't you at least wait until everything's finished and then go after us?""I'll keep that in mind, guys! I'll be seeing you around." Rob answered as the cops went inside the car and hastily left the premises by driving away.Mr. Small once again laid the mat on the floor, playing the calming music, and sat with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and finding his position. The environment he was lost soon regained its tranquil ambiance, providing him with the tranquility he had been seeking.
Game Fanfictions
Fnaf x Project: Playtime"Hello and thank you members of Playtime Co.'s Resource Extraction Specialists Team for volunteering to help clean up our recent mess at one of our establishments that was totally a freak accident. And was not caused by us do to poor planning. We here at Fazbear Entertainment believe that this temporary partnership will be beneficial for both parties and could lead to further collaborations between the two companies. Depending on how much of a good job you do that is.Now to explain your task. Your job is to collect a set amount of Fazbear Entertainment items ranging from small trivial stuff like T-shirts to the much larger like Endoskeleton parts and place them in chutes in designated locations you can find around the Pizzaplex. The monitors on the chutes will track your progress and when you reach the quota for said item. The monitor will inform you of it. You are forbidden from taking any Fazbear Entertainment property with you outside the building and if you're caught with one. You will be reported to your employer and most definitely be fired and will never again work in this kind of business. So please, reframe from having sticky fingers. With that out of the way. You may begin your task and once again. We here at Fazbear Entertainment thank you for volunteering.Fazbear Entertainment is not reasonable for death, being maimed, torn apart, stabbed, choked, disemboweled, hypnotized to a permeant sleep, mind transferred into VR or AR simulated worlds, being possessed by a digital entity, falling down the stairs, slipping because of a puddle on the floor, being lured away by something mimicking a loved one's voice, and anything else that can cause physical harm and/or death to one's self."XxXThe Resource Extraction Specialists, or RES for short, stepped into the main lobby of the giant building known as the Mega Pizzaplex. They looked around in awe at the sheer amount of damage the lobby had taken by the accident. Ahead of them once stood a massive gold statue of the main mascot known as Glamrock Freddy. But it long crumbled into pieces.A RES member dressed in a form fitting red hazmat suit and mask, revealing that she's a woman. Steps forward and turns around to address the other four members of the team. "Alright everyone, listen up!" Her voice was firm and commanding with a hint of age in it. Indicating she was probably the oldest of the group."Both Fazbear Entertainment and Playtime Co. expect us to do a good job tonight. I want all of you and even myself, to give a 110%. Do this right and we might see something of a promotion when we get back to the factory."Just then a snort can be heard coming from one of the RES members. One wearing a blue version of the hazmat suit was seen holding his hand to the area where his mouth is under the mask. "Sorry. Didn't mean to laugh, but I don't care for a promotion. I'm only here for the fat paycheck they promised us once we complete the job. I'm happy where I am back at the factory." He said.From behind the black tinted visor. Red's eyes narrowed, but before she can say anything. Another member of the team wearing a yellow version of their outfit. Nudges Blue on the arm with her GrabPack arm. "Be somewhat professional, please." She said."Heh, that's quite funny coming from you. You were practically jumping in your seat during the car ride here," Yellow was grateful her face was concealed as her cheeks turned a deep red. "N-no! I simply want to contribute more to the company, that's all.""Can we please begin our task now?" Green asked, his impatience evident in his tone, with Purple nodding in agreement. "Green and I have plans for the weekend, and pooling our checks will make it even more enjoyable for us."Red concurred with Green's eagerness to start the work. She informed the four members that they could choose to stick together or split up, but emphasized that they must carry their walkie-talkies at all times and keep them switched on in case of any incidents.They nodded their heads and reached for the communication devices on their belts and switched them on. Green and Purple said they'll go further into the Pizzaplex to start. Red, Blue, and Yellow watched as the pair go up the stairs and through the massive entryway that leads to The Atrium. When they were out of their sight. The three decided to start in the main lobby. Each of them splitting off to cover more ground.Unbeknownst to the Resource Extraction Specialist Team, an individual was observing them through the still-active camera system. Inside the main security office, a woman clad in a white rabbit costume watched the multiple monitors and grinned beneath her rabbit mask. She pressed a few buttons on the console before her and then a final one.In the darkness of other areas within the Pizzaplex, pairs of glowing red dots pierced the gloom—something she noticed on the monitors. Seizing a walkie-talkie and pressing the button, the woman spoke into it with a distorted voice, "We have guests in the Pizzaplex. Be gracious hosts and... entertain them."
Poppy Playtime: CH 3 (What-if Part 2),John watches in both awe and terror as the metal, skeleton-like hand of The Prototype lowered from the same hatch CatNap jumped down from to get the jump on him. The giant purple cat backed away in fear at it.Knowing he failed his God, he feared at what punishment he'll receive. But instead of a harsh punishment. The Prototype turned his hand around, as if wanting CatNap to take it.At least that what it would look like to an outside viewer. But to CatNap. He knew what it truly meant... and he was very willing to it.CatNap, real name Theodore Grambell, got onto his knees and waited for his God to take him. The Prototype pressed his sharp fingers together and rammed them through CatNap's mouth.The death was instant. The large front legs fell limply to the floor and as if the giant cat weighed nothing. The Prototype lifted the dead Bigger Body off the ground and into the hatch.As far as John knew. That was the last time he would see of CatNap. Getting up off the floor. John looks at his right GrabPack arm and sighs when seeing the green hand completely destroyed."I really hope I won't be needing it anymore." He said. Taking the elevator he used to get up to this power room back down. John completes his task by putting the blue battery into the wall socket and diverting the Red Smoke.To his left he heard a door open. Walking through it, John finds himself in a massive room with a concrete covering hooked to some kind of crane system in the center."Good, you're here." Said the voice of Poppy from nowhere. "And you've done it again. The impossible. Just like I knew you would.""I didn't do it alone. Had some good friends to help me on my journey." Said John with a soft smile. "...I wish more people like you worked here in the factory. Maybe... maybe none of this would have happened." Said Poppy.Suddenly the lid was being raised. Revealing a long shaft and another elevator that would take anyone down it. "CatNap's gone... the Red Smoke is diverted... Everything is falling into place, thanks to you. But if we're to keep going then..." Poppy emerges from an open vent, stepping onto a platform with a VHS tape in her tiny hands.The little doll correctly assumes John came back for his co-workers, wanting to know what happened to them. It was all over the news. Who wouldn't want to know? Around over 250 people suddenly vanishing without a trace. And he wasn't there to do anything to save even one person from just disappearing."This... this is your answer." Poppy raised the tape, so his focus was on it. "We called it "The Hour of Joy". She inserts the tape in a VHS player. John heard the sound of static and looked to where it came from.On the ground floor with him he sees a TV. He walks up to it and sees from the POV of a CCTV camera of the main lobby with Huggy standing in the spot where John first found him. Though this time he was surrounded by dozens of people.It looked like it was just another day in the factory. Till Huggy suddenly attacked someone by chomping down on them. The people all ran in terror with Huggy following them.John watched in absolute horror as the feed would change to different cameras around the factory. He saw Mommy Long Legs reach out and grab three workers and crawled up to the ceiling out of the camera's view. Then only a few seconds later the workers she carried up fell to the ground. Blood splattered onto the floor. John couldn't believe at the amount of carnage he was seeing. Everyone must've been so confused when the toys suddenly started attacking them. Some of the employees no doubt cornered themselves in an attempt to find a safe place to hide.After watching the toy massacre everyone. All there was left to see were the bodies. They were everywhere! Just left in the spots where they were killed. The tape came to an end. John had to back away and process at what he just saw."I remember hearing every moment of it." Said Poppy in a tone that made it clear she was vividly remembering that horrible day. "It went on so long... So agonizingly long." John continued to remain silent as heard Poppy recount it all. Remembering their cries, begging for God to save them, pleading to see their families. Poppy referring it as nothing but senseless slaughter that didn't fix anything. No one was spared and when it was all done. The bodies were dragged to the deepest part of the factory... and were then feasted upon by the toys.Just then a door opens up and stepping through it is Kissy Missy and to John's joy she's holding DogDay in her left arm. When spotting the human, he waves at him. "Hey there Angel! I'm glad to see you're still alive. CatNap? ...is he...?""Dead." Is all John said. DogDay looks toward the ground in a thinking manner till saying. "I know I said I was the last of the Smiling Critters back at the Playplace. But I was referring to the fact me and the others didn't follow CatNap's belief in The Prototype. But with CatNap now dead... I'm truly the last."Suddenly DogDay broke down into tears. Actual tears were falling from his eyes. "I... I wish the others were here! I wish they were still alive to see this day! Finally free from all the torment, all the suffering, all the misery! I wish... they got to meet you, Angel."Kissy turned the Smiling Critter around and gently pressed his face against her pink fur. She then with her free hand started rubbing the back of his head. She knew hugging was Huggy's specialty. But she also knew kisses would not be the appropriate action to reassure DogDay.John, feeling so sorry for his new friend, walks over to him. Knowing what the human wanted to do. Kissy crouches down to allow John to put his hand on DogDay's back and mimic Kissy's soothing gesture.After a minute DogDay was able to calm down. He dried his pitch-black eyes with his hand and said. "Thank you, all of you, for saving me and keeping me safe.""John here deserves all the thanks. It was he who made the choice to save you. Which is why I keep saying he... you John. Are perfect for this quest to finally put an end to The Prototype." Kissy hands DogDay to John who gladly took him and had him in the same position when they were escaping the Playplace.He looked over his shoulder and smiled at him and despite the Smiling Critter was always smiling. John could tell DogDay was giving him a genuine smile in return.Kissy took hold of Poppy and placed her on the elevator platform with John and DogDay following suit. "Are you ready for this DogDay?" John asked the Bigger Body.Nodding his head. "I am. It's time to end that monster once and for all. Avenge my friends and those who were slaughtered during The Hour of Joy. So, they can finally be put to rest." The elevator slowly made its way down the shaft towards the home of The Prototype. John wasn't sure what he was going up against. He only over saw the hand of The Prototype and only heard it was intelligent. But judging how Mommy Long Legs feared about being a part of him and CatNap's brief moment of fear at seeing the hand. The Prototype is leagues above Huggy, Mommy, and CatNap. But at least he wasn't alone in this. 'We'll make it. I believe in that.' He confidently thought in his head.
Poppy Playtime: CH 3 (What-if),John watches in horror as dozens upon dozens of the Mini–Smiling Critters he has been dealing with ever since he found himself in the Playhouse. Crawl out of the walls and toward the hanging DogDay. The giant version of the toy screams out in panic when seeing the little monsters."Leave me! Please! Save yourself!" Every fiber of John's being agreed with what the humanoid dog said. But John couldn't get his legs to move.He was too caught up in the horrific sight to even twitch a finger. But eventually his brain screamed at him to go, and John responded. Though instead of running away to get to safety. John fired a few flares at the Mini-Smiling Critters. Like the other times they reared back in fright at the bright fireball.However, this time, not all of them were backing away. Some continued to crawl toward DogDay. Their feral nature being more powerful than their fear. So, with only one option left. John starts bashing away the plush toys with his GrabPack arms."What are you doing?!" Asked a confused DogDay. "I told you to leave me!" John ignored him and continued his assault. One of the Smiling Critters manages to get onto DogDay's head, and it seemed it was about to crawl into his head by his large, black eyes.John stopped this from happening by actually using his own hand to grab it and then punch it in the face with his other hand by turning it into a fist. John heard a sickening crack, but he pressed on and threw the dead thing away.In quick speed John was able to free the large dog from his straps and have his arms wrap around his neck for support. "You're a fool for doing this. You're going to get yourself killed."John could only grin. If that was the case, then at least he died trying to save someone. The Mini-Smiling Critters, angry that their food supply was now free. All snarled in anger. John didn't bother to wait and see what they'll do and ran back the way he came. But when trying to run through the cell doors, wooden planks that were put in place to cover a large hole in the floor. Collapsed by the combined wait of John and DogDay's.They fell to a floor beneath the holding cells. Clearing his dazed head from the sudden fall. John sees an open tunnel. Up above he can hear the little Critters coming to where he and DogDay fell.Wasting no time, he crouch runs down the tube till coming to another tunnel and taking it. It was series of running, taking sharps turns, running up ramps, waiting for shutter doors to open up, and taking a slide down. But eventually John spots their salvation. An elevator that was behind a gap that led to a bottomless pit.Switching to the purple hand and with what little adrenaline he had left in him. John sprints toward the gap, "Hang on! This won't be an easy landing!" Just as his foot touches the purple hand pad. John fires the hand on it and both he and DogDay launch high in the air.Fortunately for them they were able to make it. Though John ended up not sticking the landing. He lost his footing and fell to the ground. The giant Smiling Critter rolled off of him, only being stopped by the elevator railing.Without his choice John's body happened to land on his side where his front would be facing the open doorway he just came through. He can see the horde coming for him and DogDay. He wasn't actually sure if they would make the jump or not. He prayed that they didn't. But he wouldn't be able to know as the shutter suddenly closed before any of them could even make the attempt.From behind the door, he could hear the little beasts roar and snarl in absolute fury. Crashing their little bodies against the metal in hopes of breaking through it.Though the door wasn't budging in the slightest. Letting out a much-needed sigh of relief. John turns to DogDay to see if he's alright. "Are you ok?" John asked. The Smiling Critter coughs a little before asking why he saved him. John was silent for a few seconds till saying. "Because this place already has enough death occur in it. It needs at least one life that was saved in these walls."DogDay took a second to digest what he heard. He lets out a ragged snort. "You really are an Angel. Something this place really needs."John snorts too. "By the way. The name is John." DogDay said the name sounded too generic and will continue to call him Angel. Rolling his eyes. John picks up DogDay and steps onto the elevator and pushes the button. The contraption heading upward that led them to another slide. With no other option they took it, and it actually took them outside the Playhouse."It's been so long since I've been outside. I honestly can't believe that I'm truly free." Said DogDay. "Well believe it, you'll no longer be someone's dinner."After a phone call from Ollie and telling him what to do next. John first takes DogDay to the elevator where Kissy and Poppy were last seen using.When reaching it John sees the elevator was still raised up. He calls out for either Poppy or Kissy to lower the elevator so DogDay can be safe with them.For several long seconds he didn't get a reply back. He was worried that maybe they were no longer up there. But his worries were put to rest when he heard and saw the elevator descending.The elevator finally reached the bottom and John rested DogDay against the railing. "I don't know about this. Can you trust them?" The Smiling Critter asked. A hint of worry in his voice.Despite what DogDay said to him back at the Playplace about he and Poppy being the only ones to stop the Prototype. John doesn't blame him for it. For years he was at the mercy of toys who he thought were his friends. And after all those years, he's finally free, only be at the mercy to a different set of toys. John reassures him that that they'll keep him safe while he deals with CatNap.Pressing the button so the elevator can go back up. DogDay says, "Please don't die, Angel. I don't want to lose any more friends in this place."Promising he won't. John turns around and heads for the counselor's office to bring more power to the generator.
The Glam-Family: HalloweenHalloween Special, Cassie was brimming with excitement. How could she not be? Today was Halloween, one of the year's major holidays. It's the unique time when children revel in collecting heaps of free candy and delight in the thrill of being scared.Yet, Cassie's excitement stemmed from a different reason. This Halloween marked the first major holiday she could celebrate with Gregory, her new friend. Their friendship had blossomed quickly over the summer, and after a harrowing experience when Gregory went missing, Cassie cherished their bond even more.Having lacked companions to share the holidays with for so long, Cassie's enthusiasm was understandable. As she strode down the sidewalk towards Gregory's house, her steps were light, her joy evident even to passersby who couldn't see the broad smile hidden behind her mask.Twenty minutes later, Cassie arrived at her friend's house, greeted by a festive array of Halloween decorations. While not as extravagant as some others she had seen, the decorations beautifully captured the spirit of the holiday.As the brunette walked up the pathway, she was only halfway to the door when it swung open. A figure clad in century-old attire stepped into view: a long red coat, dark grey trousers, and a black button vest beneath, complemented by a red tie loosely resembling a bowtie, red leather gloves, calf-length boots, and a striking red and black top hat. Cassie could discern the figure was a woman by the feminine silhouette, yet the identity remained a mystery, obscured by a metallic mask shaped like an animal skull, covering most of the face. Cassie suspected another mask lay beneath, possibly a ski mask. In the woman's right hand, what appeared to be a stick was, upon closer inspection, actually a wand."Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Said the woman in a British accent. Though despite the accent, Cassie was still able to recognize Vanessa's voice. "My I have never seen a creature like yourself in these parts before. A nice price you'll fetch for me on the black market." Vanessa gestured to the young girl with her wand.Cassie couldn't help but grin amusingly. She didn't think Vanessa of all people would dress up for the holiday. Let alone get into character. Whatever character she's supposed to be dressed as. "Or perhaps I'll keep your pelt for myself. You'll definitely give my residence a much-needed flare to it."The masked woman taps the wooden railing of the porch. "However," She said, pausing for a second for dramatic effect. "I can be a fair woman. I'll let you go if you can get pass my beast and make it up here on the porch in one piece." Vanessa aims her wand to her right and does a twirling gesture with it. Just then the sound of the garage door opening catches Cassie's attention. Once fully opened, stepping out of the garage is a little over six feet tall serpent-like creature with arms and legs.Right away the brunette can tell the serpent costume was made of cloth. But regardless of that it was well made and actually scary looking. Cassie also could tell one of the Glamrocks are under the suit to do being too tall to be anyone else. But she's not sure which one.The creature walks over and stands between Vanessa and Cassie. "Behold my feline friend! My very own basilisk!" The 'basilisk' lets out a deep, fear inducing hiss. The hissing was a big indicator that it's Monty wearing the costume. "I would tell you the story how I caught such a rare, valuable creature that is feared throughout the entire world. But you won't live to hear it.""As if." Stated Cassie confidently. Vanessa feigned surprise when hearing Cassie talk for the first time since arriving. Saying how she's even more eager to make a pelt out of her. After Cassie had that, she watches as Monty gets into his prowling position. The very same one he took when hunting Gregory. Sidestepping to the right, Monty copies her. She then sidesteps to the left, same result. The girl hums, 'How am I going to get past him? I'm not dealing with a legless Monty this time.'From behind the mask, she scans the lawn to see if she can find something that might help her in this. The sight of the Halloween decorations gives her an idea. Cassie bolts to a set of tombstones with Monty going after her to intercept. She manages to reach the fake marble stone and stand behind one of them. Monty, when getting there, tries to go for the direct approach and grab Cassie. But he had to carefully squeeze between the tombstones and not break them. Which slowed him down.Something Cassie was hoping for. She takes this opportunity and runs around the decorations. In a desperate attempt Monty reaches over a tombstone to grab her, but this throws him off balance as he reached too far. He was fortunately able to use his built-up momentum to twist himself so that way he would end up falling between the tombstones.He falls to the ground with an oof and a loud thud. With him down the brunette rushes toward the front porch. She practically jumps over the single step and calls out. "Safe!" Letting the excitement in her die down for a brief moment. Cassie turns to face Vanessa. "I got to admit Vanessa, I didn't expect this from you. That was quite the performance." In the background they can hear Monty grumble to himself as he heads back to the garage.The older woman softly chuckles and removes the mask from her face and Cassie was right when she thought she saw another mask being worn. Though it being a ski mask wasn't entirely accurate. It was a balaclava that exposed most of Vanessa's face."You're not the only one." She said with a small smile. "I guess the spirit of the holiday got me to really express one of my interests." They both shared a laugh. Cassie then asks Vanessa what or who is she dressed as. The blonde answers she's dressed as a Poacher Duelist from the game Hogwarts Legacy. Cassie... has no idea what Vanessa is talking about. But she still compliments the costume as she can tell Vanessa put in the work of making it."By the way, speaking of costumes. Why this one?" Asked the adult as she lightly tugs the collar of the outfit. The young girl shrugs her shoulders. "I mean, I already had it. Might as well make further use out of it."The costume in question is a male white tiger wearing an Elvis Presley inspired white jumpsuit with purple accents. The top of the jumpsuit has two purple lines going down the torse, one on each side. And four gold buttons, two on each side. A medium length cape hung from the shoulders, the interior being purple and the exterior being white. The edge of the collar and the cuffs of the sleeves were also purple but with some gold as well. Tied around the waist is a golden sash. The pant legs of the suit are bellbottoms. Worn over Cassie's entire head is a tiger mask with two different colored eyes. Green and blue.Just in that moment Roxxane Wolf along with Gregory both step out the door. They become excited when seeing their friend standing on the front porch. Though the wolf was the most excited to see the girl judging by her wagging tail. Taking off the tiger head. "Hey guys! Happy Halloween!""Happy Halloween!" They both returned. Focusing her attention on Gregory, she asks him if he's ready to head out. The question was rhetorical. He was already in his costume and holding a pillow sheet in his left hand. Gregory was dressed as a space marine. Cassie couldn't tell from what franchise though. To her, they tend to bleed into one another unless it's something more obvious.He nods his head. "Come on! We should get going before all the good candy is taken." Agreeing, the young girl puts her mask back on. But before they can even walk off the porch. "Wait a minute." Suddenly said Roxxane. Turning, they both watch as the female wolf heads back inside the house. Only to come back out a second later with a big bowl of candy in her hands."A little starting candy before you go." They smile and open their pillow sheets. Roxxane drops two pieces of candy each into the sacks. Now having a bit of a head start into their trick-or-treating. Gregory and Cassie eagerly walk off the porch and then onto the sidewalk. Vanessa shouted out for them to stay together and for Gregory to call her on his Faz-Watch if there's an emergency.He shouts back he will, while also flashing the wrist mounted device to show he has it on him and that it's turned on. Both Vanessa and Roxxane watch as the two kids skip pass the neighboring houses.While not trying to show it on her face. Roxxane can't help but feel worried. She wanted to join them on their trick-or-treating so she can keep an eye on them. But Vanessa and Rebecca were able to convince her that Gregory and Cassie are old enough to be on their own tonight. Not only that, but they live in a safe neighborhood with nice people. So, anything happening to them is slim to none.Having to put her faith into what she was told. Roxxane heads back into the house with Vanessa right behind her. They had to get ready for the trick-or-treaters that will eventually come to the door.XxXWhen the pair were about five houses away from Gregory's. They began to walk up to houses to officially celebrate Halloween. After hitting a total seven of them, Gregory and Cassie have gotten themselves a good haul so far.The homeowners went above and beyond and bought the large size candy bars to hand out to the kids. And those who bought the smaller packages of candy were giving kids two each. Something they were happy about. They continued to hit more houses and by now their pillow sheets were a quarter full.Standing off to the side so they wouldn't be blocking the sidewalk. Gregory and Cassie look at all the candy they got. "Look at this haul we have gotten." Said Gregory. "We're only like, what? Twenty minutes into our trick-or-treating?""I'm definitely going to hide at least some of this so I can avoid a lecture from my dad about getting cavities." Rummaging through in the sack to see exactly what candy she has gotten. Cassie makes a disgusted face when spotting a particular one she's not very fond of. Grabbing it, she holds it up for Gregory to see. "Ugh. I'm not a fan of Nerds.""Really?" Asked a surprised Gregory. Nodding her head, Cassie says she'll trade it with him. Going through his own candy. Gregory founded one he was more than willing to trade with. The two made the trade and continued their trick-or-treating.The two kids hit some more houses; their pillow sacks were starting to get heavy from all the candy they were getting. Gregory looked up at the sky and can see the sun was just setting over the horizon.While he knew neither his mom nor Vanessa gave him a time limit for how long they can be out. He did know they wouldn't want them to be out for very long when it's dark. Feeling like they got enough candy. The brunette boy was going to suggest they head back to his place. But before the words could even leave his mouth. A sudden, blood curling scream made the two kids jump. Their heartbeats for a quick few seconds increased in speed.Turning to face the direction where the scream came from. About three houses down the street is a house that's completely drenched in Halloween decorations! And these decorations were no joke. It looked like it was a legit abandon mental asylum.At the front of the house. Both Gregory and Cassie can see a line of ten to fifteen people waiting to enter the faux asylum. Immediately the kids knew this was one of those haunted house attractions that some people in the neighborhood would make. To give people a real scare.A couple of a teenagers could be seen exiting the house from the garage and head in their direction. As they walked by, Gregory and Cassie could hear one of the teenagers talk about how scary that whole thing was. The other one agreed with their friend, but then mentions they got some good prizes by reaching the end of it.The mentioning of prizes peaked the kids' interest. "What do you think, Cassie? Should we give it a try?" Cassie looks at the house. Under the tiger mask her expression is one of slight hesitance. But she pushes that aside and says yes.Getting in line, both of them realized now that they're the only kids there. Everyone else is either a late-age teenager or young adult. It did make them feel worried that they might not be allowed to enter. But there was only one way to find out for sure.After several minutes of waiting, Gregory and Cassie finally make it to the front of the line. There was a woman dressed in casual clothes sitting on a chair next to the front door. She looked at the kids with a scrutinizing gaze. Debating if she should let them in or not given their age. But she shrugged her shoulders and let enter. Seeing no true harm in it.The two kids step into the dark abyss of the fake asylum. There was actually a shift in the atmosphere the moment they entered inside. The walls are a dull white with splotches of dirt and blood. Not too far from them is a discarded, turned over wheelchair and something they now just noticed was how silent everything became. It was a stark contrast to the excited murmurs and whispers of the people waiting in line. Dreariness was the best word to use to describe the shift.But knowing they couldn't go back. Both kids pressed on forward. After a couple of minutes of walking down the hallway. Gregory and Cassie were met with their first jumpscare. "AHHHHH! HAHAHAHAH!" A man dressed in a dirty, torn straight jacket and mask bellowed out as he suddenly emerged from a nearby room made to look a padded room.In his hand, raised above his head is a blood-stained kitchen knife. Splitting the man's face is a large, manic smile. But said smile was starting to falter when he saw that the two kids he jumped at didn't react to him at all.Gregory and Cassie looked at the man with blank expressions. Not even a single twitch or flinch to be seen. They glanced at each other for a quick second till continuing onward. The man watches them till they rounded a corner. "Kids and their video games." He scoffed.When the two brunettes were a good few feet from the guy. They encountered another scary moment. Down the hall was a bloodied woman limping her way towards them. When spotting the children, she stretches a handout to them. "Please! Help me! I need help!" She begged, almost on the verge of tears. Just then a woman dressed in bloody scrubs and wearing a face mask approaches the woman from behind.She grabs the woman who starts struggling to break free. "Naughty, naughty!" Said the nurse in a creepy, song-song voice. "You can't start breaking the rules before you're even admitted in our care." The woman screams and again begs for their help. The nurse drags the howling woman into a room and promptly shuts the door. The woman's cries were instantly silent.Like with the man from before. Neither of the brunettes had a reaction to what they just saw. "Maybe this wasn't the best idea. None of this is really scaring us." Said Gregory. Removing the tiger head and holding it under her free arm. "Don't blame yourself Gregory. We've just experienced scarier stuff... only several months ago. That's bound to have some effect on us in our lives.""I know. I just hope stuff like this," He gestures around the decorated hallway they're standing in. "Isn't completely ruined for us in the future." Giving her friend a reassuring smile. She says it won't and that they'll just need more time. She then suggests they keep moving.After several more failed to scare them jumpscares. Gregory and Cassie finally make it to the end of the attraction. They can assume they're in the garage judging by the size of the room. Though right now it looks like an operating room. In the middle illuminated by a single, dim light is a large open chest. Next to the chest is a sign written in bold text that reads, "TAKE ONLY ONE!"Peering into the chest. Two sets of eyes widen at what they see in it. Neither of the two expected anything like what they're seeing right now. They reach in and grab an item that appeals to them. They then exit the garage and are now outside again. By now the sun has fully set and Gregory suggests they head back to his place. Cassie agrees and the two head in the direction of the house.Back at Gregory's home. Vanessa shuts the door after handing out the last of the candy to their last trick-or-treaters. Though before shutting the door, she puts up a sign saying they're out of candy. Walking into the leaving room and putting the bowl down onto the coffee table. Vanessa takes off her top hat, Poacher Duelist mask, and balaclava. "That's the last of the candy." She said.From on the couch Roxxane snorts. "Honestly surprised we ran out. Thought there might be some left before the night was over. Glamrock Chica is going to be sad when she and Freddy get back."Before Vanessa could sit on the couch with the wolf. There was another knock on the door, which confused the two. "Read the sign! We're out of candy!" Shouted Roxxane. The blonde gave her a glare. "It's us! Gregory and Cassie!" Gregory shouted back.With the confirmation it was those two. They were let into the house. Not long after stepping into the living room both kids dumped their candy onto the floor. "Nice haul you two manage to get." Complimented Vanessa. "Of course, Cassie would get the best candy." Said Roxxane. Much to Cassie's joy.After several minutes of trading candy. Both Gregory and Cassie put their respective piles back into their own pillow sheets. With that all done one of them asks what they should do next. Cassie suggests they can watch some Halloween specials. They all agreed and turned on the TV. In that moment the front door opens and stepping our Glamrock Freddy (dressed as Frankenstein's monster), Glamrock Chica (dressed as a witch), and lastly Gregeory's mom."Gregory, Cassie! You finished your trick-or-treating?" Asked Freddy. "I smell candy!" Excitedly said Chica as she made her way to the bowl on the table. Only to bawk in sadness when seeing it was empty. Then she eyed the two stuffed pillow sheets. "Chica!" Warned Vanessa.Rebecca could only watch with a smile and say. "Happy Halloween everyone.", I know this is very late, but I got busy. However, I still wanted to finish it and upload it for you all to read. I was back and forth if I wanted conflict in this special. Like maybe bullies steal Gregory and Cassie's candy and they get the help of Vanessa and a few of the Glamrocks to help them get it back. But I decided against it and let the two kids just have fun. They went through a lot at the Pizzaplex. Like almost being killed several times a lot.Originally Vanessa wore a Death Eater costume, and I actually wrote that scene. She was really hamming it up. But I've been playing lots of Hogwarts Legacy and when I encountered the Poacher Duelist for the first time. I thought they looked cool and when I realized they were women. I decided to change Vanessa's costume to a Poacher Duelist. X3To those who recognize the costume Cassie is wearing. Yes, it's based off of Tiger Rock. To be more specific Tiger Rock that's on the front cover of the seventh book in the Tales of the Pizzaplex series. Tiger Rock in the story has a completely different outfit. Tiger Rock was everything except anything physical. So, to represent him I made him a costume in my story. I hoped I described it well as it's shown on the cover.To address Gregory's and Cassie's little-to-lack of reaction in the haunted house attraction. That's the point, their adventure in the Pizzaplex has (but NOT completely) numbed them to fake danger. These kids were almost killed constantly in that place.
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