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// Nobody's lesson: Graceful Dahlia part 2 
// Story: Life of a Nobody 
// by Xinrick 
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Morning came and I hit the breakfast table. Our new cook already had quite the spread set up and after most everyone was up Joy finally crawled out from his bedroom. I took immediate notice of his dog collar. “She didn't…” I mutter.
 
“No.” Joy said, sitting down. “Thankfully she said she'll wait til at least sixteen for that stuff…this is just her way of claiming me.” Joy replied with a sigh. “But hey...at least that joke didn’t go ‘all the way’...”
 
“Thankfully.” I sigh out. “But it’ll get to that point sooner or later. But oh well, I have to go back to training.” I say honestly, finishing up my delicious breakfast.
 
“I’ll be schooling young Joy the today.” Edward said, appearing out of nowhere.
 
“Morning Edward.” I nod, seeing Joy hop up onto a chair and start eating his breakfast. “Sooner or later I’m going to have to learn about all the crap our family can normally do on a daily basis...but I have a feeling Trinity will teach me that when I get around to it.” I say, accidentally forgetting she is my master for two weapons.
 
“Well you’ll start learning that sooner or later.” Joy shrugs.
 
“Yes. I shall also be teaching Jenny and Dinky. Since both are enrolled in miss Cheerilee's schoolhouse I will have to talk about the proper arrangements.” Edward said. 
 
“Oh yeah…” I nod. “Almost forgot about that…” I sigh out.
 
“I have a portal door already set up to send the young ones to the house schoolroom for the new arrivals who have much to catch up on. I’ll talk with miss Cheerilee and then make it back to begin the lessons. It should take no more than an hour or so.”
 
“Right then.” I nod before chugging my orange juice and taking all my dishes to the sink and putting them neatly down. “Well I’ll be off. Ramilua is probably wondering where the hell I was yesterday so I’ll need to explain all that.”
 
“Just make sure you tell him you're alright. Ramilua might not be too happy with you having a breakdown.” Joy says, sipping his milk.
 
It was at this moment Jenny came in, skipping and…wait, skipping?! “Sup?” She asked, jumping in her seat next to Joy.
 
“You seem happy today.” I say honestly. “Especially with the skipping.”
 
“You’ll see why soon.” She replied.
 
“Oh dear…” I say worriedly. “Also...don’t do anything too rough with Joy alright?” I say worriedly.
 
“She already has a collar on me...it can only get worse.” Joy sighs out.
 
“Don't worry. I won't.” Jenny says with a cheeky grin.
 
“Christ.” I groan. “Anyways I have to get going.” I say while walking over, patting Jenny’s head gently. “Don’t worry, after I master my scythe and nothing pops up we can have our road trip.” I say to her before heading off. ”God only know’s what crap she’s trying to pull...I know she hates me but why the hell is she trying to be like this? I know she can be a good kid…” I think to myself bitterly, thinking I’m not being a good dad to her.
 
It was the very next second that her scheme came to light as a familiar set of voices scream echoed down the hall. ”CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SOUL MATES YAY!!!!”
 
“But...but I like being unharmed…” Joy mutters worriedly.
 
“Whoa whoa hold up!” I bark towards the three hyper kids, hoping to stop the kids before they accidentally hurt Joy, themselves, or destroy a part of my house.
 
My bark fell on deaf ears as they ran faster than bullets and tackled Joy in a three way hug.
 
“OW!!” Joy yips, having jammed his elbow on his chair as he was tackled out of it. “What the hell!?! You don’t just tackle someone like that out of nowhere, even if I am your soul mate.” Joy says bitterly, trying to rub his pained elbow. When he tried to move his other hand to rub his elbow he grabbed something…softer. Sweetie’s blush and gasp said it all. “Oh...oh no…” He mutters, blushing brightly. “I’m...I’m so sorry.” He mutters nervously.
 
Rather than sitting through this train wreck still moving I bolted. I did laugh the whole way to Ramilua’s though, feeling only sorry for the hell Joy is about to go through. I landed outside Ramilua's house and knocked on the door. “Coming.” Nana’s voice called as she opened the door. “Oh, hello Ben.” She said with a smile.
 
“Hello.” I nod. “How are you doing today?”
 
“Just fine. What about you. Word is you had a mental break down.”
 
“And who told you this?” I ask honestly.
 
“Your daughter Jenny has a really popular Facebook and Twitter pages where she posts stuff from her life and stuff you're doing.”
 
“I know she hates me…” I sigh out. “But literally posting everything she knows about me? What the hell?” I shake my head. “But yes, I did have a breakdown.”
 
“Glad you seem better. Ramilua is in the attic, sorting through some old things.”
 
“Alright. Mind if I come in?” I ask politely.
 
“Sure.” She nods, stepping to the side to let me in.
 
“Thank you.” I nod, walking in and putting my hood down and letting my tail out cause it’s indoors. “So...where do I put my shoes?” I ask, wanting to be a good house guest here.
 
“Near the door.” She said, sitting on the couch.
 
“Thank you.” I nod, taking off my shoes and placing them near the door carefully. “So, where do I go to get to the attic?”
 
“There's an open ladder hatch in the hallway.”
 
“Thank you.” I nod, before walking through the house to find said ladder hatch. And lo and behold it was right there in front of me in the hallway. I grabbed the ladder and gently heading up. As I popped my head around I saw Ramilua moving around some boxes in a standard looking attic. “Hello.” I say, hoping not to startle the guy into dropping whatever he’s moving.
 
“Hey Ben.” Ramilua said, looking through a box and not even turning to look at me.
 
“How you doin?” I ask. “Besides cleaning your attic?”
 
“Not really cleaning more looking for something.” He replied.
 
“Looking for what?” I ask, curious about what the guy could be looking for. “Books on old haircuts or something?”
 
“A tracer box.” He said.
 
“Tracer Box?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at hearing that and not knowing what to do.
 
“It's a box, solid metal with one button on the top.”
 
“Need some help?”
 
“Yes please.” He replied. I nod before getting fully into the attic and started helping Ramilua out in trying to find said box.
 
I grabbed a box, inside it was packed with VHS tapes and the box. “Found it.” I say. “Also...are these VHS tapes?”
 
Ramilua got up and looked, grabbing the box. “How did it get in Nelare’s things?”
 
“No idea.” I shrug. “Just found it and the VHS tapes...so what are the tapes for? Private stuff?”
 
“No, she just likes old movies.”
 
“Oh…” I say before gently looking at them. “Holy crap she has Lilo and Stitch in here?” I ask in surprise, randomly finding the disney movie in there.
 
“Yeah. Lot of weird movies like that have been popping up.”
 
“Weird.” I point out.
 
“Well anyway, now that I found it we can begin your training for today.” Ramilua said as the two of us went into the backyard.
 
“And what will be on today’s agenda Ramilua?” I ask curiously, ready to summon my scythe if need be.
 
He pushed the button on the box and a sci-fi style laser scanned me, then the box changed into a robotic replica of me. “You will be testing your speed against yourself.” Ramilua said.
 
“Um...sure.” I nod, summoning my scythe. “Is it as fast as me or is it faster?” I ask, wondering how this is going to be a challenge. “Well...if you say so.” I shrug, before dashing to its right side, as swift as an arrow and insanely fast, but not fast enough for Ramilua to not track with ease. My robot moved just as swift and followed my every move. “Oh...I see.” I nod before I bolt around and around, trying to get towards it’s back, but the robot stopped me with it’s own speed every time.
 
“It's built to mirror your every move by the millisecond. You have to figure out how to either be faster, or clever.” Ramilua said.
 
“Alright then.” I nod, raising my hand and seeing the robot does the same, even if we’re moving around rather quickly. ”Hmm…” I think to myself. “Well let’s just see…” I mutter, swiftly moving forward and trying to bash the thing with the butt of my scythe to try and get behind it, but it stopped my weapon with the palm of it’s hand as it copied my actions. “Well...shit…” I mutter, hopping back.
 
The copy did the same and we circled each other for a bit. ”If it copies everything I do this isn't gonna be easy… I’m speedy but not that fast so I gotta do something that either it can't mimic or something…” I think, trying to come up with something. “Hmm.” I mutter before tossing my scythe over to it and made a motion to swiftly grab it. And the bot actually did what I did and caught it perfectly. “Great.” I mutter with a grin, moving my hands up like I was still holding the scythe and it held it just the same, before I made the motion of slamming the blade into the ground, which the bot did as well and cut straight into the earth. “Uh...sorry about your backyard…” I say worriedly, thinking this was a horrible idea in hindsight.
 
“Nothing some terraforming can't fix.” Ramilua said.
 
“Alright then.” I say before dashing around without being slowed down by the scythe, but still holding it like the bot did. As I moved faster the dummy seemed to go a little slower from the weight of the scythe as well as trying to force it through the ground, and five minutes later and a surprisingly symmetrical line set up later, I managed to stand behind it. “Crap...that’s...even with that little trick I still had to spend five minutes.” I say honestly, but surprised I still managed to do it.
 
“Finish it Ben.” Ramilua said.
 
The scythe reappeared in my hands before I set the blade under it and cleaved right through it, bisecting it from bottom to top. “And there you go. One bisected robot, extra side of happy student.” I chuckle.
 
“You are doing well… Come back here in two hours, then your final test will begin.” Ramilua said, walking back inside.
 
“Kay.” I nod before hopping on my glider and flying off to town. “Maybe I should pick up some groceries? No, I already have specialty cooks at home that my family practically handed me...maybe I’ll get an apple. Besides I haven’t met Applejack or Big Mac yet.” I say to myself, hoping to find them and enjoy a good talk.
 
I landed my glider in the town market and as hoped, managed to find Applejack’s stand. “Howdy partner, what’ll ya have?” She asked as I walked up to her.
 
“An apple please.” I say, grabbing the necessary bits out of my pocket and putting it on the table. “So, how are you doing today Applejack? Do you know who I am?” I ask curiously, not sure if the apple farmer actually knew who I was.
 
“You're that White Knight fella marrying my friends and some others. And I'm doin fine thanks for asking. Farm's never been better.”
 
“That’s good to hear. But the names Ben, no need for my ‘hero name’ with friends.” I say while taking an apple and biting into it. “Oh yeah, I can tell the farms never been better.” I chuckle, tasting the farm grown deliciousness that was an Apple family apple.
 
“Not just that, that sister of yours does jobs on the farm from time to time. She managed ta use some real fancy magics to get every tree to grow full of apples seconds after they're bucked clean. We have ten harvests worth and been sell’en ta a lot of new folks in bulk.”
 
“Damn, Trinity sure is a hard worker.” I chuckle. “Also...have you heard about Apple Bloom dating someone yet?” I ask curiously.
 
“Bloom is dating?”
 
“God damn it Jenny.” I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Okay, if your sister get’s home, ask her about a kid named Joy. You’ll figure it when she explains it.” I sigh out. “But how’s the family been over all?”
 
“Granny’s the same, and Big Mac left for a long haul delivery but is running later than usual. Should have been back last night.”
 
“Where was he going?” I ask curiously, having a bad feeling about this.
 
“Just Pinkie’s family farm. Takes no more than ten or twelve hours.”
 
”Shit.” I think to myself before practically wolfing down the rest of the apple, taking out the apple seeds and putting them on the counter and eating the core and all. “Alright Applejack, I’ll be right back. Got to make sure your brothers safe.” I say while summoning my glider. “But either one of two things happened….he’s either found a nice girl and forgot about the time, or he’s in trouble. Which are you hoping for the most?”
 
“If it was a girl I’d believe that the most. He’s hopeless when he’s got a crush.” Applejack said. “I find it hard he’d be in trouble, he’s got a good sense for danger. Part of how he survived Apple Bloom all these years.” She chuckled that last part.
 
“Ha.” I chuckle. “Well anyways, have a nice day Applejack. I’ll find your brother and make sure to either bring him back if he’s in trouble, or give a good word if he’s found a nice lady.” I say before flying off to the Pie family rock farm.
 



 
Three hours later I soon found the Pie family rock farm. “Holy shit it is as bland and colorless as the show explained it was.” I say in shock, surprised to see it like that. “Wait...I haven’t even met Pinkie’s parents yet...shit.”
 
I groaned, landing in front of the home. Big Mac’s cart is out front… still loaded with apples. Huh. Not a good sign. I knocked on the door and it fell over. “Hello? Anybody home?”
 
There was no response. I walked in, find the place mostly empty save for a glass of water on the kitchen table that was half gone. I summoned Reunion and looked through the bedrooms. They were all bland, few personal items aside from pictures and a few posters. I couldn't even tell which was Pinkie’s old room. There was no attic so I had to check the basement.
 
It was dark, but lit with a single, surprisingly bright, light bulb. In the back there was a wooden ladder, going down a hole on the basement floor. “Okay if I’m starting to hear a banjo behind a chainsaw I’m out.” I frown, summoning Frozen pride and going towards the back and carefully going down the hole.
 
The ladder went into a deep, dark, cave system of sorts. I ended up summoning my chakrams and letting the fire burn for light. The further I went the more this felt like something Silent Hill or a resident evil game would do to screw with you. I finally came across a door and when I opened it I was in a…Laboratory? “Okay Resident Evil wins.” I mutter to myself, summoning Frozen Pride and Reunion again while gently moving around. “The fuck is a lab doing down here?”
 
”Intruder Alert.” A loud yet calm computer voice said before I felt a prick at my leg. I looked down, seeing a dart in it as I got… really tired.
 
“Fuck me…” I groan, trying my best to stay up even as the sleep dart tried pulling me under. “I...hate...cliches…” I grumble before my vision left me.
 



 
“Sir, this is the intruder.”
 
“Good god they're coming out of the walls…”
 
“This one is a whole other race from the others.”
 
“I can see that…him huh…this cloak looks unusual. Did you scan him and his items?”
 
“Yes sir, his DNA came up as a...well, canine and human.”
 
“Abnormal. And his items?”
 
“They results were inconclusive.”
 
“Run advanced scans on both those items. Place him in project six.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 



 
“I fucking hate everything…” I groan, shaking my head for the fifth time and finally getting some semblance of being awake here. “Christ.” I managed to adjust to the light and I was on a lab table, strapped down...naked… with an I.V. Looking thing taking blood OUT of me. “THE FUCK!” I bark, cutting the thing off with my claws. “Crap...how do I get this thing out without messing with a vein?” I mutter to myself, hoping this won’t end poorly.
 
”Test doner seven, can you understand me?” A voice spoke from a speaker somewhere I couldn't see.
 
“How about you get your ass down here and talk to me directly.” I frown.
 
“Against protocol. Here.” The straps came undone by themselves and the I.V. thing somehow floated out of my arm and onto the floor. ”Now then, is there anything you'd like to know before we proceed?”
 
“Really? You have to start with ‘is there anything you’d like to know’ bull? I find a weird lab, most likely had you fucks do tests on me like I’m some common fucking animal, and you are wondering what I want to know first? You suck at this if you didn’t already know what I wanted to know first.” I rant. “Christ, and here I thought scientists were supposed to be smart.”
 
”We have been underground monitoring the life above since ten million years ago each new generation was vastly different from the last.”
 
“So your mole people?” I ask. “Cause you sound like mole people if you’ve been underground for ten million years…” I say. “But besides that, what did you do to the Pie family and their Apple family visitor?”
 
”Insults aside, they are all safe, you will meet them shortly. You are the seventh test subject for Project six.”
 
I look around the room. “Yeah, you see...I don’t take very kindly to being a fucking test subject to mad people so...so you have two options. Either let me and your other ‘test subjects’ that you kidnapped and probably tortured go, or I destroy this whole place and save those that you kidnapped, and you can’t do jack shit about it.” I explain. “That sound fun?”
 
”The base is connected to the other test subjects, you included, by a tracer chip now embedded within your brainstem, any harm to the base or staff will activate facility wide quarantine and…decontamination…and disposal of test subjects.”
 
I take a deep breath. “So...tell me...what is this ‘Project Six’? And please explain to me why I still can’t just murder all of you and keep going without giving a single fuck?” I ask. ”Yo Joy, mind getting Trinity? I’m kind of stuck in a secret bunker underneath the Pie’s rock farm. I mentally tell him, thankfully getting an okay from him.
 
”You and the others are test subjects now. The disposal process will… consider it advanced neurosis. The tests are simple. Just walk through the nearby door.” Behind me, a door opened up.
 
“By the by, is there a...certain amount of stress these chips can undergo before they just shut down?” I ask curiously, wanting to know that cause if so I can break it with ease.
 
”Unkown. If that were to happen though you would either die instantly or be paralyzed from the neck down given the chip is now a part of your brain stem.”
 
”You wish.” I think to myself, before walking through the door. ”Christ, why am I always shoved in these shitty situations?” I mentally groan.
 
Once through the door my clothes were on a table, to which I quickly put them on. ”The first test will be simple.” Some kind of display cases came out of the ground and there were three in total. One had a heartless, the other, some kinda baby brown bear, and the third had…a HUMAN BABY! ”Which defines you?”
 
“Okay what sort of crazy alien bullshit is going on here?” I ask, horrified by this.
 
”It's a simple question. Which defines you?”
 
“How you got a heartless is beyond me, getting a weird baby brown bear is another, but where did you get a fucking human baby? What the fuck is wrong with you you sick fucks!” I bark.
 
”Subject seven the infant is only resting. Any louder and you will awake them. But which defines you. Monster. Beast. Or human?”
 
”I really hope Joy get’s Trinity cause this is bullshit.” I think to myself bitterly. “Human.” I frown. “But when I get this chip out of me, all of you are so dead.” I mutter angrily.
 
”Interesting.” The displays went back into the ground. Another display came up, this one with a photo of me. ”Who are you?”
 
“Why should I answer that?” I frown. “I thought my name was ‘Subject Seven’, so you already know who I am.” I sass.
 
”Subject seven is your code name for these tests. Again. Who are you?”
 
“I am me.” I say. “I am who I am. And you don’t need to know who I am cause you will never know who I am. Cause you kidnapped me and started testing on me like a bunch of fuck holes.”
 
”Inconclusive answer. Philosophical yes, but not the answer needed to proceed.”
 
“Let me ask you a question, who are you? That’s the better question then trying to figure out who I am.” I say with a frown, crossing my arms. “Go on, tell me.”
 
”I am a quiz dungeon run by AI code and ‘dungeon masters’ spawned in after creation updated.”
 
“Your a fucking quiz dungeon AI?” I ask. “Are….are you…” I groan, rubbing both of my temples. “Are you fucking with me right?” I ask, not believing this. “That’s it, where’s the exit, I’m done.”
 
”The exit and rewards will be granted after you properly proceed through the next three questions.”
 
“I will properly proceed when I shove my foot up your creators ass that he’ll basically become my new slipper.” I frown.
 
”Please answer the questions accordingly. Subjects one through six have already passed and left the area, rewards in hand.”
 
“Why though!?!” I groan loudly, face palming. “I start freaking out about a bunch of people disappearing, most likely being murdered, only to be dropped into some quiz show run by some fuck wits that were hear some fuck knows when. I was poisoned, dropped here, and was most likely very violated by all of your tests, and I still have no answers to anything. Your questions can go fuck themselves. This isn’t a fucking quiz show damn it…” I growl, swiftly losing my patience. “But my names Ben, or as the the inhabitants of this world have come to know me, ‘White Knight’.”
 
The voice actually groaned. ”Alright thanks for that… now last question and you can leave.” The whole room lit up, and the photo of me went away and a single die came up on a table. ”Odd or even?”
 
“What kind of die is it?” I ask, seeing a die and not sure if it’ll change into any other kind of die.
 
”It will determine the type of prize you get. Even prizes or odd prizes…”
 
“Even?” I ask, still not a hundred percent sure about this.
 
The dice rolled itself, landing on four. ”Here. The voice said as a…PS4 appeared in front of me. ”Now get out.” I blinked and was outside the Pie family home holding the boxed console.
 
“THE FUCK!?!” I bark in rage. “Did anyone else have to go through that crap?”
 
The door opened and I saw Pinkie's sisters, one holding a…mario mystery block, the other a large, rather cute, caterpillar thing, and the last was holding a spider that looked like it was made from diamond. Her parents were each holding Zapp apples, and Big Mac was holding a pillow. “These prizes were random.” The purple haired sister spoke in the most monotone voice ever.
 
“I’m going to find whoever made that and smack him.” I frown. “But the PS4 is nice.”
 
“Ben!” I looked outside, seeing Trinity fly down. “Joy passed the message. You didn't check your emails did you?” She asked.
 
“No.” I frown. “Why do you ask?” I ask, hoping nothing bad happened.
 
“Dad was gonna add a variety of unique dungeons and junk to the underground of every world to test out some stuff…what's with the PS4?”
 
“I’m gonna smack dad.” I frown. “Cause apparently he decided to shove me, the Pie family, and Big Mac into a strange lab, where we were all probably tested on and violated on, and put into some stupid ass ‘quiz show’ thing, and the ‘AI’ said that if I destroyed anything a stupid ass chip in my brain stem, which I’m now calling fake as fuck right now, would kill me.”
 
“A gameshow one? Dad must have hit randomize when making the themes…as for putting them there, he put them there yes but it's random who goes in, a chance of luck thing. Speaking of.” She zoomed into the basement. Less than two minutes later she reappeared with a…Kingdom Hearts 1.5 and 2.5 remix game for my PS4. “I got a free wish. Here.” She said, placing the game on my PS4.
 
“Thanks.” I nod. “But do I actually have a chip in my brain stem? Or no?”
 
“Heck no. The thing is new and dad would never make something like that, it was all talk and when I did ask it said ‘you would be teleported back topside missing the last hour of your memory.”
 
“I fucking hate everything…” I mutter. “Well...at least I got a nice game and a PS4…” I shrug. “By the by, Big Mac, if it wasn’t for the dungeon being a prick, would you have stayed here this long?” I ask curiously, wondering if Big Mac had a crush on any of the Pie girls.
 
He chuckled nervously. “Heh. Well we've been in that their dungeon… nine times trying for different prizes.” He said. “This pillow is my latest…and worst prize yet.”
 
“Then what was that lab?” I ask, now kind of confused here. “But anyways, so you weren’t failing to try and be nice to the cute girl right there?” I ask, pointing a finger towards the long haired girl. “Marble is it?” I ask her, getting a nod from the shy mare.
 
“Wha? No.” Mac said. “Marble is like a little sister ta me.”
 
“Right then. It’s just that Applejack said you were hopeless when you had a crush.” I chuckle. “Anyways, want to go home now big guy? Or are you too busy having fun in a quiz show?”
 
“It's fun.” The monotone one, Maud, said. “This is a diamond spider. Yes it's alive. Named him Chalk. Other things are in the shed out back.”
 
“Right then.” I nod. “So, grab your things Mac, Applejack is worried about ya, Apple bloom is dating someone, and I don’t know about Granny Smith.” I say, wanting to get back so I can train.
 
Big Mac stood still. “Applebloom is dating…”
 
“I’ll explain it when we get home alright?” I ask. “It was nice to meet you all, and hopefully me and Pinkie, along with the rest of my fiance's can drop by to say hi.” I say to the Pie family. “Also yes, I’m marrying Pinkie, not sure if Pinkie sent a letter or not...albeit it wouldn’t be beyond her to have already sent a letter.”
 
“She already sent us invites to the baby shower.” Pinkie’s mother said. 
 
“Wait...she’s…” I frown. “When?”
 
“You forget Braig…” Trinity said, patting my back.
 
“No I didn’t forget Braig, I wouldn’t never forget him. For some reason I thought she was actually pregnant…” I say nervously. “Anyways...I’ve had too much crap on my mind because of that dumb quiz thing, I just want to go home and get back to training.” I sigh out.
 
Big Mac got his prizes from his runs. One of which was actually a bag of infinite honey roasted peanuts. Odd but useful, and we headed out. An hour later and I dropped Mac off at the Apple Farm and I flew off towards Ramilua’s house.
 
When I landed in the backyard Ramilua was standing with his own scythe in hand. “Your final test is going to begin.”
 
“Final test?” I ask worriedly, getting off my bike and looking at Ram. “I barely trained with it, I barely know any of it’s abilities, how the hell is this already my ‘final test’?” I ask worriedly, summoning my scythe and getting into my fighting stance just in case.
 
“You advance fast. A scythe master only trains with another for a short period of time before solitary training is ordered. Your final test is the same as every. A tribute to the harvester.”
 
“There’s still so much I have to learn…” I mutter. “How am I supposed to figure it all out on my own when this weapon is about the most confusing to me?” I ask, my worry getting the better of me here.
 
“Once you master the basics, you can only improve and master from there. This is how scythe masters are. You catch on rather quick. But like I said, your final test is a tribute to the Harvester.”
 
“And...this ‘Tribute to the Harvester’ is?” I ask, still having a bad feeling about this.
 
“Find the demon that was born when your scythe was still a tree and harvest it.”
 
“That’s great, I have no idea where the hell it even is.” I frown. ”Damn...God didn’t tell me anything about this…” I think to myself. “But...how am I supposed to do that?” I ask curiously. “Because as I say again, I barely know anything about this. I may be a quick learner but I have no idea about anything about things…”
 
“Hand me your scythe.” Ramilua asked, holding out his other hand.
 
“Okay…” I nod, handing him my scythe.
 
Once he took it he he pricked a finger on the blade and slashed at the air, and the screams of what sounded like the cries of children echoed out as a red DT… something opened. “Through there.” Ramilua tossed my scythe back.
 
“If this leads me to Silent Hill I’m gonna be pissed.” I frown while grabbing my scythe. “Well...wish me luck.” I nod to Ramilua, entering the red door and hoping this doesn’t end terribly.
 



 
When I exited I was in a long dead forest. Long dead trees and animal skeletons littered everywhere. “Well...this is...not a pretty sight.” I say while starting my journey through this barren hellscape. “Hello? I’m looking for a weird ass demon tree.”
 
I kept walking then I noticed my scythe get hot. Following the heat I could barely hold onto the scythe, the heat burned my hands even through my gloves.
 
The heat suddenly went away, and I looked up, seeing a large bleeding tree, taller than a skyscraper as skeletons were embedded in the wood. “Well...that’s something.” I say with a frown. “What, does Griselbrand live in this thing?” I ask worriedly.
 
I got closer and around the tree was a moat of blood. “Scary, ain't it.” I turned around. There was an elderly man with a lot of junk around him. How did I not notice this hobo camp?
 
“It is…” I agree. “But...I can’t imagine just how beautiful it was before it was so ingrained with blood and death…”
 
“Was a paradises to put a word to it.” The old man said. “People kept progress and nature in balance, then we found an old scripture in the deepest part of the ancient tombs. That's when it went south.”
 
“And this is why people don’t dig too deep in ancient tombs.” I frown.
 
“It was a simple sentence, who’d have guessed an old piece of paper was a prison.”
 
“That’s...something.” I say worriedly. “Who are you if I may ask my kind stranger? It’s not everyday you meet a kind old man near a tree like this.”
 
“Just the last thing alive here. When that thing escaped the prison, it killed everything. I only lived because I was up in a space station. It crashed down and I still walked away. Been alone here for forty six years.”
 
“Well...what would happen if I said I can take you to a place where it’s more sunshine and rainbows?” I ask curiously.
 
“I’m too old for good endings kid. To be honest I'm pretty sure you're in my head, if not then what took ya?” He chuckled. “Names Grath by the by.”

“Names Ben.” I say. “But I...didn’t know your world was in such a state...my master, a Scythe Wielder, told me that I had to do something with where my scythe originally came from...I just...didn’t expect Graceful Dahlia to have come from that big of a tree.” I chuckle. “But if you want to know what a happy world looks like, one last time, just tell me and I’ll make it so.”
 
“Maybe. What brings ya here anyway?”
 
“A tribute to the Harvest.” I say, tapping my scythe on the ground and staring at the tree. “I have a demon to kill...and it’s in that tree.”
 
“Do me a favor and spit on the red eyed bastard.” Grath said.
 
“I will.” I laugh. “Anyways, how the fuck do I summon the damned thing again?” I ask, gently floating over to the tree. “Knock knock asshole!” I shout, tapping the tree with my butt of my scythe.
 
A hand tore itself out of the tree, startling me as a…Psychopath. But… it was a child! ”Well well, the wolf mutt.” It said as it crawled out.
 
“Silent Hill it is.” I frown. “So...random Psychopath child crawling out of a demon tree...this...is fucked up in several ways.”
 
”Hehehe. Oh how Silent Hill ripped us off. I bet you're wondering how a child became a demon like us huh?”
 
“I’m seeing a lot of blood, murder, bloody murder, and possible traces of necromancy so…” I check off. “I think I have a good idea but mind clueing me in?”
 
”This planet's race was a war faring one. They created me, forced an innocent youngling to kill a grand hero and that let us enter the boy. They then feared us and locked us away till our rediscovery.”
 
“That’s pretty fucked up.” I frown. “Pretty fucked up indeed.”
 
”To each their own. So what brings the mutt child of the human god here?”
 
“I’m here for a Harvest tribute.” I say, showing off my scythe. “Graceful Dahlia here is apparently made from this tree...how I didn’t know this is completely beyond me when it originally was created by a Nobody…” I frown.
 
”How little you know. Many truths mean every lie is true and every truth is a lie. It's all the same and different to someone.”
 
“I’m sorry what?” I ask, now completely confused. “I’m royally confused now…” I sigh out. “But yes, I know very little. And I have a feeling you’re going to tell me about things or going to murder me.”
 
”Either or matter not. You're now Cript’s child. I lay a finger and he comes in a blink.”
 
“Then mind explaining to me what the ‘Harvest tribute’ is?” I ask with a frown.
 
”Simple really. The first to give and teach Man the way of harvest for life was death, as Psychopaths, we are the first to harvest life of sentients before their time was used up. Harvest a life like the first of both harvesters. Good, bad, young, old, matters not so long as the blood is spilled.”
 
“Well…” I frown. “That’s...something. So I have to...kill someone?” I ask worriedly, not liking where this is going and gripping my scythe tighter.
 
”I can see your sins child, blood is already on your hands, one from mercy, one from progress, justice.”
 
“I...didn’t want to kill her…” I mutter bitterly. “I still feel terrible about it…” I sigh out. “So...just kill someone? And that’s it?” I ask, already knowing I’m going to have to do it.
 
”Your scythe led you here. The blood it seeks is mine and the trees.”
 
“Yeah that seems simple enough. Just got to get the blood from a Psychopath that’s in a demon tree.” I say. “Yeah, easier said than done really.” I say, already knowing what kind of power a Psychopath could tap into.
 
”Decisions decisions. What to choose? Fight me and die, run away to try another time or ask for help from those that will lend it?”
 
I took a moment, thinking about who might help me, but thinking about all my fiance's first. “Christ...I’m gonna need help.” I sigh out. ”But...they can’t help...they barely started training….shit shit shit…” I think to myself worriedly, thinking of other people that could help but they're all probably busy. “Just...give me a moment.” I say while moving away from the child and tapping my Assistant and thinking of who might help. “Crap crap crap…” I mutter, checking through my contacts at who might be able to help. “Christ…” I mutter while tapping my Assistant and calling Edward.
 
The butler appeared in a flash of teleportation. “Sir.” He said.
 
“Do you know anyone that can help me with my special...situation?” I ask, pointing towards the Psychopath in the tree. “That’s apart of my test for my Scythe. Harvest tribute and all and fuck if I can kill him by myself.”
 
“The only family I know of who have also dealt with Psychopaths are your father, and mother’s Andy and Zechariah.” Edward said.
 
“Knowing dad’s busy, Mom is...mom...who are Andy and Zechariah?” I ask curiously.
 
“Two of your mothers.” Edward deadpanned.
 
“Yes yes I know I’m an idiot.” I sigh out. “Sorry just...I’m still having a bad week here…” I shake my head. “But um...are either of them busy at the moment?
 
“They are all free.”
 
“And here I was hoping I’d have a more ‘I don’t need help’ situation…” I sigh out. “Christ...well might as well meet someone new, let’s meet Zechariah…” I say. “Uh...how do you spell her name again?” I ask, about to just type in her name in the quick search but not knowing how to spell her own damned name.
 
“Z.E.C.H.A.R.I.A.H.” Edward spelled.
 
“Thank you.” I nod, typing in said name in the quick search, finding the person and pressing their name, calling them up. “Let’s hope this works…” I say, not really knowing what race this lady will be but feeling it’ll be a shocker.
 
”The Angel who was the only one to defect from us. It will be interesting to see them again.”
 
“An angel huh?” I ask, wondering how this encounter will be. “Well let’s hope she either appears or picks up…” I mutter, starting to absentmindedly twirl my scythe without even noticing.
 
After a bit of time I felt a tap on the back of my head. “Hello.” Said a female voice that…made me…kinda turned on to hear…oh god...
 
“Trinity told me about you…” I say worriedly, blushing a bit and trying to keep myself under control. “It’s nice to meet you.” I say while turning around to meet my angel mother.
 
She wasn't what the biblical depictions stated. Rather than a naked baby she was a tall, soft skinned woman with long blond hair, light blue eyes and she wore a white robe with a gold lace tied around her waist. “I have been watching you a bit. Gotta say, impressed.”
 
“Glad to hear that…” I say honestly. “But um...you’re a Cherubim correct?” I ask curiously.
 
“By birth yes. All those such powers and all but I worked my way into the Archangel class.”
 
“Oh~, okay. Cause I was wondering why you either weren’t the biblical version of a Cherubim...both the ‘naked baby’ and ‘Dark Souls like’ creature…” I say sheepishly. “Fucken Dante’s Paradiso…” I mutter, remembering that four headed...thing.
 
“As much as I’d love to continue this chat I believe we have…that to deal with.” Zechariah said as she pointed at the Psychopath.
 
”Long time no see Zechariah. You look well.” The Psychopath said.
 
“Drop dead.” Mother Zechariah said as…she pulled out a great sword that would make Cloud feel small by comparison.
 
“Mind helping me murder this kid?” I ask, readying my scythe and focusing on the Psychopath.
 
“The Psychopath yes, the child we save.”
 
“Well I have to Harvest the Psychopaths blood either way. Mastering my scythe and all.” I explain.
 
“I got that part handled.” Mother Zechariah said as she pulled out a smaller sword in her other hand. It was all silver with a near heavenly white aura around it. On the blade were some symbols but I didn't fully recognize them. “Save the kid, kill the demon.”
 
“Well this will be some good training to do that.” I say, spinning my scythe in the air and cherry blossoms swirled around me.
 
Mother Zechariah handed me her silver sword. “This is a humanity blade, it's strength is funneled from it's welders will power. Let's see how strong your will is.”
 
I nodded, grabbing the silver sword and taking a deep breath, steeling my will and readying myself to fight.
 
I felt deep inside, put all my emotions into a swing with both my scythe and the humanity blade. The cross slash sent a visible energy wave that when it hit the tree, sent chunks of wood, splinters, and blood flying. When the dust, and blood, settled, all that was left of the tree was a broken stump with the psychopath standing in the center of it. “Damn…” I mutter, not expecting my attack to literally make the monster of a tree turn into nothing but a stump. “Next up, saving kid.”
 
”Those blasted blades have been a pain.” The psychopath said, appearing right in front of me. ”Time to play.” It smacked me and I was sent flying for several MILES. 
 
“Ow…” I groan, skidding in midair to a halt and dashing back towards the kid and my Cherubim mother. “This will be troublesome…”
 
Mom went in, swinging at the child as it quickly pushed the blade aside and palm struck mother, sending her back a few meters. “Damn, Ben, distract it.” She whispered to me when she flew back next to me.
 
“Alright.” I say before pointing my scythe at the kid, a sphere of thorns surrounding the being as I dashed forward, raising my Humanity Blade and swinging it at the kid, seeing the cherry blossom thorns start to rush down on the Psychopath.
 
It hacked them apart with a sword it quickly summoned, then rushed me, slicing down my arm which was followed by a spin kick. A lot of blood was flowing from my wound.
 
Mother was swinging the sword at the psychopath, it was fast in dodging her attacks.
 
I started spinning my scythe rather quickly, before dashing towards the kid and swinging both my scythe and my Humanity blade like a very fast top and hoping to hit the kid.
 
The kid actually pulled out a rope which wrapped around me then he yanked it and I honestly can't remember what happened next. I am way to dizzy. “Oro~” I groan, not sure why I sounded like Kenshin but just felt like saying it.
 
I shook my head a few times to get back to my senses. When everything stopped spinning I saw mom was locked blades with the Psychopath. ”Here's my opening.” I realized as a charged in fast, slicing the psychopath with my new Humanity blade as a crystal like thing quickly coated its body. “Good work.” Mom said. “Once the Psychopath is out, finish it, they are as weak as butter without a host.”
 
“Cool.” I nod, readying my scythe to strike down the Psychopath.
 
There was a black mist coming out of the crystal and then it came out. It was like a red version of Venom from Spiderman was crawling out of the crystal. I sliced it in half and it evaporated into the air. The crystal around the child fell apart and he laid there unconscious. “Nice work.” Mom said, taking the Humanity Blade back. “When you earn yours you will make great use of it.”
 
“Thanks mom.” I nod. “So...I ‘killed’ a Psychopath…” I start. “Now where’s the flash and congrats on mastering this thing?” I wonder, looking all over my scythe and wondering if another symbol will appear. It did, over the back of the blade where the blade and body met. “Open…” I mutter, reading the symbol before disbanding my scythe. “Well...that’s that I suppose.” I say. “Time to go home…” I mutter, starting to think about what to do next.
 
“Do you want to take the child or should I?” Mother Zechariah asked.
 
“I’ll take him…” I say before landing and picking up the child. “He needs a family...and a father and eight mothers would do the child some good.” I say while summoning Reunion and creating a DTL back home. “Hope the kid is willing to have me as a father…” I say sheepishly. “Thanks mom...also...how long will your...effect last?” I ask sheepishly.
 
“Different for each person. Also what about him?” She pointed at Grath.
 
“Oh yeah…” I mutter. “Hey Grath! Want a ride to a new world and home?”
 
“Sure. Just let me pack my things.” Out of the junk around him Grath only grabbed a dirty backpack, some canned food, and a toothbrush. “Alright I am ready.”
 
“Alright then my new hobo friend.” I say with a nod. “Walk into the light. I swear you’d think you were going to heaven if you believe in that.” I chuckle.
 
“You and an angle lady just got rid of that thing that killed off my world. There is something akin to a god or higher.” He said walking into the DTL.
 
“If only he knew.” I chuckle to myself. “Well it was nice meeting you mom, hopefully we can see each other again.”
 
“Same. Also here.” She tossed me a birthday card. “There's so many kids and such in the family we just celebrate all their birthdays in one week long party. That's the gift everyone gets, a rule free wish.”
 
“Sweet.” I say with a warm smile, taking the card and putting it in my pocket. “Actually...crap I don’t know when December is on Equestria…” I frown, remembering my actual birthday from Earth. Mom pointed at the assistant on my arm. “I know…” I sigh out. “Seriously...this has just not been my week.” I grumble, before walking into the DTL with the child in my arms.
 



 
Once on Equestria, Grath set up camp in a rather deep hole in the cliff side wall at the castle home. I went back inside and upon doing so the child changed, he was now a wolf like Joy or Jenny, but with pony ears and a horn. His hair was the same color as Rarity’s.
 
“Rarity is gonna be so happy.” I mutter with a little smile. I continue to walk around, wondering who I’ll bump into here. “I wonder how Joy is doing? He’s got school and girlfriends to deal with…”
 
I walked into the bedroom where thankfully the girls were at and I put the new addition on the bed. “Another adoption?” Luna asked.
 
“Yep, and he’s Rarity’s son.” I say. “You wouldn’t believe the situation this poor kid was in.”
 
“Oh… a son?” Rarity said, getting up and looking at the boy. “Heh. I had hoped my first child would be a girl but, what can you do.” She said, patting the sleeping child’s head.
 
“Well considering I met a specific mother of mine…” I say nervously. “I’m going to be as fertile as possible. Even spells can’t stop it somehow…”
 
“Bathroom now!” Luna, Pinkie, and Derpy said as they pulled me into the bathroom shower.
 
“Wrong thing to say…” I mutter, not really caring that I’m being pulled into the bathroom. “But...shouldn’t I be with all my girls?”
 
“In a bit, then we’ll join.” Gilda said. “I gotta check up on Joy, the CMC and Jenny have been having him play tea party and house for… since you left.
 
“Oh my god…” I sigh out. “He has work to do, not playing house…”
 
“Sex now kids in two hours.” Luna said as she closed the bathroom door, turning on the shower and things got busy… fast.
 


To be continued...