I got up out of bed from my nice cuddle nap and stretched. “Ah, that was nice.” I hum with a smile. “Now...how long was it before I went to Zebrica to find special book?” I mutter, kind of forgetting because of all the shit that happened, but my stomach growled signalling I needed food instead of wondering when I'm traveling. “Right...food first.” I mutter while heading off to the kitchen to get some good food.
When I got to the kitchen I decided to do something I haven't done in a while, and that is making some good ol’ macaroni and cheese. “Haven't had some in a while.” I mutter with a smile, wondering how it will taste with breast milk rather than normal milk. After a few minutes of making the food without special magic I took the pot, grabbed a fork, walked over to the table and started eating happily. “Wonder what's on today's agenda….maybe going to Zebrica, doing something else, training, or world jumping…” I wonder to myself, continuing to eat my good food.
The kitchen door opened and I saw Jenny...literally dragging herself along the floor, her whole front body on the ground while her arms and hands dragged her along. She was making some kinda squeaking sound as she did.
“Uh...Jenny? You okay?” I ask worriedly, hoping she's okay.
“Uhhhg.” She said, looking up at me. “It’s so boring without Joy to tease. Least I can move better with that Mother thing Den got for us.” She said, her face returning to the floor.
“Crybaby.” I mutter. “But sounds like you and me need to have an adventure to keep you busy.”
“I guess, Frisk, Chara and Asriel are meeting up with their parents in New Manehattan, the CMC are making up for late school work, and Lovely, Dinky and Gabby are with them. So I guess I’m free.” She said, pushing herself back up.
“Well...I've never been to a Disney world shockingly. Want to travel to one?” I ask, finishing up my Mac n’ Cheese.
“Sure, how about that Olympus Coliseum one? Saw Zeke playing through it back when he babysat me once. I like it soly cause of Cerberus.” Jenny said with a nod. “Speaking of, I should probably visit him and tell him I’m doing well.”
“That's...gonna be a problem.” I sigh out sadly. “I thought Joy told you…” I mutter. “Zeke...isn't gonna be back for a while.” I tell her. “Not because he's busy...well I mean he probably is wherever the hell he is, but he's kind of...split.” I tell her bitterly. “Tried something stupid before me, Joy or anyone could stop him while we were fighting Core’s body.”
“...He’s dead?” She asked.
“Technically yes, but with what I figured out, technically no.” I say nervously. “I don't know how to explain it well, but Zeke is in a different dimension while his Darkness is roaming around…”
“And his light half?”
“No idea what's the status of it, I think I might have heard of its status but it was taken over by a Psychopath and…” I sigh out. “Don't be surprised if we learn that his Darkness killed his Psychopathic light.” I shake my head, hating this all.
Jenny was silent for a time, before she summoned a Bond of Flame Keyblade and opened a DTL. “Come on, I think what I’m looking for can be found on this world.” She said, walking into it.
I sigh out and follow her closely, entering the DTL after her.
We were in a busy city I recognized from the Hercules movie, Jenny was ahead of me, heading for what I saw was the Colosseum ahead. Pushing through the crowd, I followed her, finally catching up as I saw her talking with Phil outside the Colosseum doors. “You sure you wanna do that kid?” Phil said.
“Yes, I can handle it.” Jenny replied.
“I don't doubt it, your eyes tell one heck of a story kid. I’ll get you signed up for that tournament right away.” Phil said as he entered the Colosseum.
“You better not have asked to fight Sephiroth here.” I frown.
“No, the Hades cup, the final boss in that competition is the rock titan, and it has what I need.”
“Besides being a slow wall you can beat the shit out of for some much needed stress relief?” I ask curiously.
“Look, what I’m gonna do here...I won’t be proud of, watch, don’t watch, your nightmares.” Jenny said, heading inside.
“Won't be the worst thing.” I say while heading inside as well, wanting to see what Jenny had in mind for the Rock Titan.
I was halted before heading inside. “Competitor or Spectator?” I was asked by a young Hercules.
I thought for a moment. “Spectator for now, gonna check all the tournament's after I watch my daughter rip a titan apart.” I say simply.
“Alright so is that ticket for the Hades cup only or all of today's tournaments?”
“Hades cup.” I tell him.
“Alright and that will be five hundred munny.”
I hand the young Hercules the five hundred munny. “There you go.” I nod. “By the way, your names Hercules correct?” I ask the young kid.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Phil’s been training me for a few years now but I’m not ready for the Colosseum.”
“So stuck on ticket duty?” I ask him simply.
“Only cause Phil’s too cheap to pay somebody else to do this.” He laughed, handing me the ticket. “Snacks and bathrooms are down the hall just before the Colosseum entrance, make a right and you’ll find yourself in the seats area, and don’t worry about anything falling on you, there’s a magic barrier around the area.”
“Thank you.” I nod. “But remember, all great hero's have humble beginnings. Some might start great, some might start small and weak, but if you keep working hard and striving for your dream, then nothing can stand in your way.” I tell him with a smile. “Oh, sorry. Just...rambling, I tend to do that.” I say sheepishly, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment.
“Heh, it’s alright. Phil pretty much says the same thing from time to time.”
I waved goodbye and headed towards the seats….the game did the Colosseum no justice, this place is MASSIVE the arena was huge and the Seats stretched all around it. I took mine as close as I could get to the arena.
Some time passed and, to make sure no one steals my seat, I sent a Nobody to get me some snacks. It came back with popcorn, lemonade, and… Twizzlers? Not even gonna ask. The fight began and Jenny stepped out. “And our competitor for this day, Jenny Ventral!” Phil’s voice came from tubes, acting like loud speakers. “She is fighting the Hades cup folks, so this may or may not be a long fight.”
The enemies appeared from the otherside, and when the match started, I blinked, and Jenny...was on the other side of the arena, Keyblade drawn and the Heartless that came out were cut down. “WOW! Folks we might have a real fighter here. Tiny but mighty.” Phil said.
“Just don't hurt the people too bad Jenny!” I call out, hoping she wouldn't hurt the actual people that might appear in the tournament here.
The rest of the heartless battles went pretty much the same, then she got to Yuffie. “I’ll go easy on ya small fry.” Yuffie said as she charged.
Jenny sidestepped her with ease, not even using her Keyblade as she elbowed Yuffie on the back...and she fell over. “Uh, Folks we’re sending someone out there right now to...check on her.” Phil said, two people running out there and checking on Yuffie. They gave a thumbs up. “And she’s knocked out! With that, the first part of the Hades cup is over, come back in half an hour after getting more snacks, bathroom breaks, etcetera.” Phil said as people began getting up. Seeing an opening, I ran down to the front row, where Jenny was closest.
“Hey Jenny.” I call out, hoping to get her attention. “Come here for a moment.” I tell her, hoping she didn't hit Yuffie to hard that she is now completely paralyzed.
Jenny walked over. “Yeah?”
“When you hit Yuffie in the back of the neck...you made sure not to paralyze her for life right?” I ask, hoping she didn't just cripple the ninja.
“It’s nothing a potion can’t heal.” She replied simply.
“Of course…” I mutter. “Just remember, Leon and Cloud together are no pushovers together, Hades can be a bit of a pain, and some combinations are just cruel.” I say.
“I got this, I didn’t take on the NYPD without preparing for it, and I was five back then.”
I nod. “Alright, just be prepared for any sudden curve balls, don't do any severe damage on any living combatants...and why do you want to fight the Rock Titan specifically?” I ask her curiously.
“You’ll see.” She said, heading into the waiting area.
I took my seat where I now sat, having a better view and waiting for the match to go on. After the half an hour, it began again, the heartless enemies tougher, but Jenny was taking them out with ease. The next boss was the Behemoth Heartless, thing took up a lot of the arena, Jenny just jumped, slicing off it’s horn then pointing her Keyblade at it. “Fatal Flames.” She said, Fire...dancing from the tip of her Keyblade and around the Behemoth. They danced in a circle til they suddenly became a fire tornado, engulfing the whole Behemoth. When it faded, the giant heartless was gone. “This pipsqueak's got surprises on end folks!” Phil said as the crowd cheered.
“Huh...interesting…” I hum. “There has to be a bit more to the attack then just a fire tornado…”
I had a Nobody hold my seat while I took a bathroom break, and came back just in time for the next set of fights. Jenny still showed a mix of strength and brutality when dealing with the heartless enemies, there were more this time, but they fell to her Keyblade. The next boss round came around, and Cerberus came out, all three of it’s heads roaring at her.
Jenny walked up to Cerberus...and scratched it’s center head. “Who’s a good boy!” She cheered, the middle head looking like it was in heaven, one of the back legs moving like crazy in pure bliss. She then moved to the other two, and when she was done the giant three headed dog was looking at her happy...then jumped, covering itself in flames and….falling back down as a small, black three headed puppy. “Aw, so cute!” Jenny squealed happily.
“...I don’t know what just happened folks, but Jenny wins...I think...Nothing in the rules against it.” Phil said as the crowd chatted.
“Don't forget she's like twelve, thirteen years old!” I call out to everyone. “She can kick your ass in seven different ways, but she's still a kid who loves dogs.” I tell him. ”Too bad Jenny can't keep him...it would be fun to have a Cerberus pup around the house.” I think to myself with a smile, glad to see Jenny happy about the puppy.
Jenny handed me the Cerberus puppy, he curling up next to me, one head napping and the other two looking board. I had a Nobody get a chicken leg for him, them… and they, he...seemed to enjoy it. The next set of rounds came along. Jenny had some issue with the Opposite Armor, but ended it all the same. Finally, Leon and Cloud came up, the two not looking like they want to make Yuffie’s mistake, both charged in and swung at Jenny...who grabbed both their swords, and in one twist, broke them…
Leon and Cloud looked at one another. “I’m out.” They both said.
“And Jenny wins by opponent forfeit!” Phil said.
I couldn't help but laugh at that. “Oh those poor guys.” I chuckle. “I should go say hi to them. Haven't met any Final Fantasy characters actually...damn there's a lot of stuff I haven't done.” I frown. I had a Nobody hold my seat and caught the two as they were exiting the Colosseum. “Yo.” I say to the two, still holding the Cerberus pup in my arms cause reasons.
“Oh, hey.” Leon said.
“Hi.” Cloud said.
“Sorry about my daughter...didn't think she'd snap your swords in half.” I say nervously.
“That was your daughter?!” Leon said in shock while Cloud’s only expression was wide eyes.
“Well, as her father I suppose you’re proud of her for being that strong. I’ve only encountered one person who has broken one of my swords before.” Cloud said.
“Shopping for a new one for me is gonna be a pain though, since they discontinued it.” Leon sighed.
“Well I can either give you a keyblade weapon to help fix your issue, or I can show you my world and help you find a proper blacksmith.” I suggest. “And I'm glad Jenny is strong but...I'm still worried she'll go overboard.”
“A Keyblade?” Cloud asked.
“Didn’t the last known Keybladers die like, four years ago or something?” Leon asked.
I summon Reunion. “The universe is full of many things my friends. If you have any friends I can take you all to my world, we could use some strong people to help the people after...events.” I say worriedly. “I can make it worth your time, a home, money, resources, and plenty of training.” I say, hoping to get some help. “I'm sorry this is short notice but...we really do need help.”
“Well, Radiant Garden is doing well. I guess I could take leave til Tifa drags my but back.” Leon chuckled.
“A Keyblade might give me the light I need to end my darkness.” Cloud said.
“Deal.” The two said.
“Sweet, I'll try to ask Yuffie about it as well, and maybe your friends could also tag along to my world. It's weird and full of magic but it's welcoming and friendly.” I nod while flipping my keyblade over. “Grab the handle and I'll do the ritual, you'll feel the power in you but don't be surprised if you can't get a keyblade immediately, I maybe magical but I'm not all magical.” I chuckle.
“We’ve heard rumors.” Clout said taking the handle, once that was done, Leon did it also.
“Well then, I guess I’ll go see how Yuffie is doing, your daughter did some damage, but nothing a potion couldn’t heal. I think she’s at the hot spring in town…”
“You are on your own there.” Cloud said.
“Gee, thanks…” Leon grumbled.
“Start with dates first, don't be like me and speed through a love life with over twenty women and counting at the moment.” I say. “And yes, I'm marrying all of them.” I say with a cheeky grin.
“...So a dog in looks and love.” Cloud joked, earning a loud laugh from Leon.
“Pretty much.” I chuckle. “But that's what you get for being a national hero. But remember...even if your stuck in the dark, or just too stubborn about stuff...love can help you so much...and make you feel whole.” I say with a soft smile.
The two looked at one another and shrugged, walking off to find their friend as I headed back in. Surprisingly, I came back right when Jenny was fighting Hades himself. “Kick his ass Jenny!” I cheer with a smile, getting back to my seat and thanking the Nobody for keeping my seat.
“Hey, dogmeat, stay out of this.” Hades snapped back at me. He then looked back at Jenny. “Alright now, kid, how’s about you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours, huh?”
Jenny just smiled, taking a step...then was behind him, her back to him and Keyblade drawn. “I don’t deal with devils anymore.” She said.
“Wait, what did yo- Gah!” Hades said, a line forming across his neck...then his head fell off, hitting the floor as his body did.
“...Folks I...Uh...I think she killed the lord of the Underworld!... Is this a good or bad thing?” Phil said as the crowd was a mix of cheering and murmuring.
“Uh...you shouldn't have done that Jenny!” I called out worriedly, not sure how this world is gonna react to Hades being dead.
The next rounds went off like the others, and finally, the rock titan appeared. Jenny sighed, pointing her Keyblade at it. “Ignition.” She said, Fire engulfing the titan, heat radiating so hot it was like the sun itself was in the arena. When it died, all that was left of the titans was a large boulder, which Jenny then sliced, it breaking and the rubble that fell off revealed a stone crucifix.
“And she finishes this one off with art! The Hades cup goes to Jenny Ventral!” Phil declared as the crowd cheered.
I raised an eyebrow at seeing the stone crucifix. “Yo Jenny, the hell is that?” I call out, pointing to the thing that's not supposed to be there.
“You’ll see!” Jenny called out.
We headed back home, Jenny carrying her large crucifix and I followed her to Ponyville’s Cemetery, where she planted it, then tied a photo of Zeke, as well as a tamagotchi to it.
“Hmm?” I hum curiously, wondering what the tamagotchi was for but understanding why the cross was here now.
“It’s silly, I know, but back when our earliest ancestor was getting known, a priest told him salvation could still be his, if he was crucified like Jesus was upon death, so, it became tradition to crucify our dead, then burn them.” Jenny said. “Zeke...I don’t think he’s coming back, and if he does...something tells me he won’t be all him. So, all I can burn of him are a photo I had, and a tamagotchi he gave me.” She said, pointing her Keyblade at it. “Ashes.” She said, the stone itself was burning, and turning to ash as it did. “He was a black sheep, but he was still a Ventral, and should go out like one.”
“He was a dear friend…” I say. “If only I was fast enough to stop him from doing that…” I sigh out sadly. “But...sadly we can't rewrite history…”
“Let me guess, he died doing something that would do good, right?”
“He took away Core’s darkness...all of it.” I sigh out.
“Ah...Yeah, that sounds like something he’d do. Wanted nothing more than to be a hero, rather than a villain like the rest of us.”
“But hey...Core’s body is dead...and your growing into a hero...or antihero either or.” I say gently.
“Heh, was always a fan of Deadpool.” She chuckled, tears trickling down.
I bent down and hugged Jenny gently. “I'm sorry…” I whisper, the simple words meaning so much, ranging from not being able to help Zeke, to not being able to help her through all the shit she has to bear on her shoulders.
We went home and Jenny went to her room/house to rest while I sat in the living room, thinking about all that happened...then Lightning popped in my room, Zeus from the Hercules movie appearing in my living room. He then pointed a finger at me. “YOU!” He shouted with a booming voice. “You...you...wait, you’re not the dog human that killed my brother...are you?”
“I'm her father.” I say simply, the god seeing the strength and experience in my eyes even if I was being casual. “I understand what my daughter did was wrong and am most likely going to have to solve it...but why are you here?” I ask simply.
“Wrong? Heck! I’m thrilled!”
“She killed the guy who watches over the Underworld and keeps it in check, why are you thrilled?” I ask with a frown.
“The only reasons Hades watches the Underworld is because I put him there, he’s a jerk, and stole my son when he was an infant, and made him mortal! I can find some other sap to watch over the underworld, or make one, whichever, besides, Hades hated the job so much it’s largely self automated, it will be awhile before anyone actually has to check it.”
“Ah.” I nodded. “So you don't mind Cerberus being my daughter's puppy?” I ask...before face palming. “Ah damn it, I forgot Leon, Cloud and Yuffie back on Olympus.” I groan.
“Oh don’t worry, watch this.” He said, snapping his fingers and in a boom of Lighting and thunder, they appeared in my living room.
“What the…” Yuffie asked.
“Not even asking.” Cloud said.
“Ditto.” Leon said.
“And nah, that dog needed a better owner anyway.” Zeus finished, snapping his fingers and vanishing in a boom of thunder and lightning.
“He could at least keep the teleporting down.” I grumble. “So, Yuffie, Cloud, Leon, welcome to my home.” I say simply. “We’re in one of the many living rooms of my castle.” I tell them. “Want a tour of the place or do you want to wait for two of my fiances to pop up from nowhere to say hi?”
“So, what is this world called?” Cloud asked.
“Equis.” I tell him. “A world filled with a very wide diversity of people. From Unicorns, Pegasi, Earth Ponies, to Griffons, Minotaurs, Diamond Dogs, and so many more.” I explain.
“Huh, that is diverse. So, what are we going to do til our Keyblades appear?”
“That is up to you three.” I tell them. “You can travel, see the wonderful sights, meet the people, and a lot of other things, but what I recommend is heading to the library and working on your history.” I say. “Best to know about the world before just rushing head first into it.”
“Can we at least get something to replace our weapons Jenny broke?” Leon asked.
I pulled out my Assistant and then bought them their signature weapons. “I know I could have just done this to begin with but having a Keyblade is pretty important.” I shrug.
“Oh, thanks.” Leon said, taking his sword as Cloud did the same.
“I’m gonna explore, where’s the most dangerous area?” Cloud asked.
“My house is the most dangerous area cause Jenny, me, and a lot of other strong people live here.” I say simply. “But what's the most dangerous area? No idea, I have been bad with traveling the world...but I'm gonna solve that when I'm traveling to marry a crap ton of queens or princesses to help create world peace in some sense.”
“In that case, I’ll be off.” Cloud said, walking out the door as Leon and Yuffie sighed.
“Same as ever.” Leon said.
“Yup, he’ll never let go.” Yuffie said.
“Well he better let it go or else he'll get Dolphin Punched in the dick by Tifa.” I frown.
The two looked at me.
“Hey, it's not my fault his girlfriend would be pissed about him not letting a sexy man go.” I say simply.
“Well...I’m gonna go...look for a place to rent.” Yuffie said, dropping a smoke bomb and vanishing.
“And I will...Go find ammo for the gun part of my weapon.” Leon said as he left.
“Its three doors down on the left most hallway.” I tell Leon so he wouldn't get lost. ”Eh they'll get used to the weirdness….albeit it is kind of funny that Tifa hasn't just kicked Clouds ass for possibly being gay for Sephiroth.” I think to myself, before my ear twitched and looked over, seeing Ainz walk into the living room. “Oh, hey man.” I nod to the elder lich.
“Hello.” Ainz nodded. “Now...about that cheese war.”
“I asked Luna the exact same thing.” I chuckle. “But basically, if memory serves, it was a very important delicacy that people fought over for...practically no reason.” I shrug.
“This world's weird.” Ainz ‘frowned’.
“Eh, you get used to it.” I shrug. “Anyways, you look like you want to know something? Oh and what about all the stuff you brought?” I ask curiously.
“Ah, my guilds items…” He trails off, feeling terrible about his guild being mindlessly slaughtered. “All of them have been put into a special room I managed to create with Rarity’s help. And with the help of Pandora’s Actor, the only one who survived…”
“Its alright Momonga...no need to blame yourself when it's my fault mostly.” I sigh out.
“Either way.” Momonga sighs out. “But Pandora’s Actor is keeping track of all the materials, money, and all other items in the castle right now. But I read up on the Manehattan incident.” The skeletal mage says while tapping his staff on the ground. “I've felt this world's mana and I feel like I could do so much more now...maybe I can help rebuild it.” He says.
“Please, it would be really good to have the help.” I say with a nod.
“Alright.” He nods while opening a portal to Manehattan. “Want to tag along?”
“Yes, I have to meet the people, and talk to the king considering the last time I've met him.” I say sheepishly, before the two of us walked through the portal to the city being rebuilt.
Progress was…. surprising. From what I could tell a few blocks were rebuilt, an Apartment, hospital, and several other building were whole or under reconstruction. “Oh, hello there Ben.” I turned around, seeing Asgore the Scientist approach me. “How have you been?”
“Fine. How you doing?” I ask the goat man.
“Good, magic here works differently but similar in many ways as it does back home, so researching that has been interesting.”
“That's good. What about Toriel? I hope you two have...gotten back together after everything.” I say, hoping the two didn't split off.
“Things have gotten better, we are receiving counseling for our marriage and things have gotten better, I am limiting my time in the lab to spend more time with her, and the...girls...Asriel becoming a girl was...unexpected, but Tori always wanted daughters so I guess it works out. I did try and see if I could reverse it, but whatever magic that mirror had is beyond anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Trust me, it's pretty special magic.” I chuckle. “But I hope Chara and Asriel have only said good things about Joy and the rest of his harem.” I say, knowing those two have probably said stuff about Joy and his harem.
“They enjoy it...though...Toriel isn’t happy her daughters lost their...ehem, innocence, so young… But, I know Chara was behind that largely, not Joy.”
“Yeah, her and Frisk tease the poor guy more than Jenny.” I chuckle. “But glad to hear you two are happy for them. So, where's Sans? From the King of at least four different races to the king of one, got to keep relationships healthy.”
“Oh, Sans is over there.” Asgore pointed towards a...bar? “After the whole incident, he turned the throne over to his brother, and he opened up a bar.”
“So that means I need to find Papyrus given he's the king...but I need to pay Sans a visit for nearly destroying my legs.” I huff. “Even if he was under the influence." I shrug, not entirely sure if I made a pun or not.
“Papyrus is usually at the Hospital this time of day, but if you must see Sans first, and don’t worry, he’s not a drinker. Smokes, but not a drinker.”
“Good to know.” I nod before looking around and seeing Ainz kind of left. “Oh, and if you see a skeletal mage with very fancy robes on and a cool looking staff, his name is Momonga, or Ainz Ooal Gown, and he's here to help rebuild the city.” I tell Asgore. “He's easy enough to find. Have a nice day.” I nod before heading off to the bar Sans opened. “Wonder why Sans opened a bar?” I mutter to myself, walking up to the front door and fully expecting someone to stop me.
I entered and saw it was half empty, several pony people and monsters sitting around, drinking, Sans as the barkeep. I walked up and took a seat. “What’ll ya have?” Sans asked.
“An apology for nearly destroying my knees would be nice all things considered.” I joke with a smile.
“One Devil’s Poison coming up.” He said, bringing out a bottle that was...I am hoping, ceramic, a skull. He opened the jaw and poured it into a mug half filled with beer and gave it to me. “I’ll need one too.” Sans said, pouring the skull liquid into...a ketchup bottle?
“So, heard you stepped down to have Papyrus step up and be the hero.” I say. “And what's with the ketchup bottle? Normally drink it out of one or do you mix the drink with ketchup for some reason?”
“I always liked drinking ketchup. I only spike it when I feel something bad is coming along.” He said, taking a sip of the spikes condiment.
“Well that depends.” I start. “Well...maybe I can start with why you even went down such a dark path to begin with.” I say, ignoring my drink since I don't want to get drunk when I'm gonna meet Papyrus later.
“Simple, it was the only way at the time.” He said, rubbing his temples. “Paps and I were born before the war, monsters live a really long time, and he was too young, but I remember the sun, wind, stars. When the war started...and ended, we were trapped under there. Believe me, I never hated humans, but, we knew it would take seven human souls to break the barrier, to free us. The thing is...like our bodies, our food is very different. Monster food is made up of mostly mana, unlike human food that’s largely solid mass, so, a human can only live off mana food for so long before they...starve. Killing them was a mercy, or so I told myself.”
“Depending on how you look at it.” I sigh out. “I heard you were also getting some training from Luxu, hope his training wasn't leaving you bone tired.” I say, making a very shitty attempt at a pun.
“Heh, nice one. Yeah, some. He’s mostly learning from me more than him teaching me anything.”
“How so? Is it because you keep dodging everything like a boss?” I ask, not knowing I accidentally made a pun considering he's a boss monster. “Or is it something else?”
“He’s interested in how I teleport. Normally, teleportation works by mana deconstructing your whole being, and reconstruction it elsewhere. How I teleport is that I actually mess with time itself. You see, just like there are multiple realities, there are multiple versions of time within a single dimension, to put it short, I swap out with an alternate time version of myself in an event in combat, it’s like I teleported, and I’m still me, but from a different point in time/version of time.”
“Makes about enough sense as a Skeleton being more fragile than a wet paper towel still being able to destroy giant buildings with a flick of his wrist.”
Sans chuckled. “Kid, let me ask you something...do you think my bro and I were born monsters?”
“If you were then why do you have so much Determination in you right now?” I ask him. “If memory serves that doesn't really mix well with monsters. So you either became this way through an experiment with a human soul, necromancy, becoming a lich, or something else when you two were human or something along those lines.”
“It was fifty years before the war. Back then...Paps and I were human. My mother died giving birth to Paps...and our sperm donors were nowhere to be found. I was a thief, stole what I needed for me and Paps, till I stole from the wrong people. Group of crazed Necromancers. They put a spell on us, kept us from dying as they gutted us, skinned us, removed out flesh from our bones, our brains out of our noses Egyptian style...scooped out eyes out...I was ten, Paps was two. We were souls bound to immobile bones...then, we changed, our souls changed from human ones to monster ones, after all, magic is what was keeping us alive, and that’s what monsters are in a sense, living magic. When I was able to move and put myself back together I did the same for Paps then ran, finally entering the Monster kingdom. It was there the old king...Gaster, took us in. Paps was young, got over what happened easily cause he didn’t remember it. As far as Paps knows, he’s been a monster from birth… I took longer, but did get better after a few years...then the war broke out. Gaster disappeared, and I took the throne. Being the eldest ‘heir’.”
I looked at him. “Well….” I mutter. “Thats...a thing. But where did Gaster go?” I ask curiously, having done some research on all the monsters in my short bursts of spare time but not getting around to Gaster much. ”Well...at least the one in his world and not the doctor I know.” I mentally add to myself.
“Dunno. Everyone assumes he died in the war, but I always figured he got lost in his work. He spent a lot of time researching unconventional magics, thought it could spare both humans and monsters of the war...but he vanished before he even got the chance to test it.”
“I…have a feeling what happened to him.” I sigh out. “But not sure if you want to know.”
“Been to long for me to care anymore. So, anything else you wanna know?” The skeleton asked, using his magic to move a rag across the bar counter to clean it.
“Ever heard of a sitar playing water bender anywhere around here?” I ask, completely forgetting where the whole version of Demyx was.
“You mean Meyd? He’s a doctor at the hospital. His abilities with water help those with severe blood loss stay alive.”
“Oh cool, I better check on him. Kept forgetting one of my masters...but been too damned busy half the time.” I sigh out.
“Time is a fickle thing, there’s either too much time to spend, so you waste it, or never enough.”
“And when you have the life span I have...you feel like you have too much and too little." I sigh out before standing up and putting some gold on the counter. “Well I better get going, sorry I didn't take a drink of your beverage, but I need to be sober for both Papyrus and Deym.”
“Alright, I’ll just put it on your tab.”
“I mean the bits are right there.” I point out. “But have a nice day Sans.” I nod while heading out to the hospital to meet some people.
The Hospital was easy to find, and a nurse told me Meyd was on the third floor. I took the elevator up and when the doors opened I immediately heard the sound of a sitar playing. I followed it and saw Meyd, sitting in a chair playing his sitar in a room full of kids in beds. He looked up. “Ben! Where have you been?”
“You wouldn't even believe half the stuff I've done.” I chuckle. “So, how are you doing today?”
“Well I came here, sister moved in with some Seaponies well across the other side of the world, visit her when I can. Came here, helped some people not to bleed out by bending the water in their bodies to stop bleeding out and accelerate scab production so it won’t bleed out on it’s own, they gave me a lab coat and made me a doctor.” He summed up. “In my free time I sing for the kids here.”
“Sounds good.” I nod. “And I suppose all the children love when you drop by to sing?”
“I dunno.” Meyd said, confused, I looked around...they were all...comatose… “I like to think so. We don’t know why they’re comatose, they were just found that way.”
I frown and walk over to a child, pulling out my Assistant and checking the child, wondering why their comatose.
Error. Error.
Unknown virus detected. Please take sample.
Out of a side of the assistant, popped a needle.
I frowned before leaning down and using the needle to get a sample of whatever the hell is ailing these children. “Lets hope I can figure out what to do for these poor kids…” I said, poking the needle into them and taking it out, putting it back into the slot it came in.
Scanning.
Analyzing.
Cross Referencing.
Virus primordial form detected.
Natshuru
This ancient Virus has been extinct for twenty million years, last known appeared in Natu, a planet of bizzare technology and magic. No known cure available.
Symptoms:
Comatose like state of sleep
High Temperature (140)
Internal Organ Failure
Advanced Muscle Deformation
Death.Each symptom takes a week to fully manifest, and according to ancient stories, can only be cured or healed by the third week.
“How have these kids been comatose?” I ask worriedly, wondering how the fuck a long extinct virus hasn't had a cure made especially when it was running rampant.
“Uh, first victim was found a week and a half ago.” Meyd replied.
“So there's still probably time to cure it.” I say, trying to find anything about this damned disease through my Assistant. All I got was there was a cure, but it’s recipes was lost to time. I made a call, and A doctor from Cript’s place, a different one, this one being a woman, thirties, dressed in normal doctor attire.
“Yes, what’s this personal call about?”
“Natshuru has spread to all these children and god knows how many else...Please help.” I slightly plead, not wanting this world to suffer another catastrophe.
“Natshuru? Man, didn’t even know that was a thing till I started working for Cript.” She said, walking over to the kids. “Huh, well it’s spread by the air, but only infects people with type B- blood. Least that’s what some medical archaeological article discovered. Well, don’t know what to tell you. The cure was lost to time, might wanna check in with Cript on this one kid.”
“Mother of fuck.” I frown while calling Cript for some help.
I felt a tap on my head, I turned around, but didn’t see anything. I looked up, and saw Cript floating above me. “Yo.” He said.
“Hi.” I sigh out. “So, Natshuru outbreak some fucking how...Please tell me you know the cure or at least know the ingredients?”
“Not me directly...but…” He said, a portal opening behind me. Cript fell to the ground. “Come on.” He said, walking in as I followed. Where we exited was ruins, some once large building or structure was now ash, scorched soil, rock and wood. We were in a forest, surrounded by a seven foot rock wall, around the ruins anyway.
“Damn.” I frown. “The hell happened here?”
“This was my home.” Cript said, taking a deep breath. “It was a temple, the last place on my world where magic was still practiced. I lived here just about all my life. Me, and my friends Andy and Kevin grew up here, learned all sorts of magic and spells. When we turn ten, it’s a mages task to traverse the world for a year, then return with some form of new magic or spell. When I arrived...the temple was burned down, Kevin, my masters, dead…”
“I'm...gonna stop talking…” I mutter worriedly, feeling bad about walking here now.
“Come on, the Vault is this way.” Cript said, leading the way through the burned down temple. As I walked I felt...fearful, and I don’t know why. All my animal instincts were on edge. We made it to a cellar door where we went down, the fear feeling lessened, but still there. In the cellar was a large room, with an equally large, gold door with designs from all around the world engraved and sculpted onto it. “This is where they kept every spell, ancient knowledge, everything. The masters had a lot of rules, but the most important rule was, NEVER open the Vault.”
“And we're gonna open it and see what's inside?” I ask bluntly.
“I’ve already opened it, it’s what I put in that we will have to watch for.” He said, waving his hand as the large door began to open, sliding open without even a hint of resistance. Inside was scrolls, books, as far back as the eye could see, and at the doorway, kneeled an armored figure, his armor like that of a fairy tail knight, a shield on one arm and a sword at his side.
“A guardian?” I ask nervously, not sure what's gonna happen if the thing suddenly got up.
“Sorta.” Cript said as the armored figure rose, drawing his sword. “A spirit.” He said, the figure charging at us. Cript side stepped it, elbowing it in the back of the head, knocking off it’s helmet. Who was underneath was a young, blond haired, blue eyed...kid? “Kevin was gonna stay at the temple, be a monk and guard the Vault, and he did that in death.” Cript said, taking out a hand gun and firing a round off at Kevin, stunning him a bit before I came in, using Lindworm and impaling it to the wall.
“There…” I sigh out. “So...is there a dragon of knowledge in here or is a giant black feathered owl going to come out and tell us where we need to go?” I ask, remembering Avatar the Last Airbender and his library.
“It’s a library Ben, nothing more.” Cript said, walking in. I followed and got immediate inursha. All around was shelves of books and scrolls, going back further and up higher than I could see. “I’ll search for the cure, their organization system is by the ancient name of the worlds, so you just wait around here, read something.” Cript said, snapping his fingers and vanishing as I shrugged, taking a seat at a table and looking at the books it was on.
“Okay let's see here…” I mutter while taking one of the books on the table and opening it up, wondering what was to read.
The Lusty Argonian Maid. Vol 1
I remembered this from Skyrim and immediately closed it. I grabbed the next book, finding it...odd. The cover was leather, blank of any words, and the front was just a hand imprint with a small, blue dot on the palm. “Hmm…” I mutter while checking the dot, wondering if it was just a normal dot or if it was a small keyhole.
From what I could see it was just a dot, whether it was intentional or accidental was unknown to me, but I opened the book.
NEXUS: THE FOREVER EVILS
The first page read.
“Unoriginal but…” I trail off, feeling like I shouldn't read this but I went to the second page carefully, wondering what would be said or suddenly appear.
Nexus, throughout the ages in many Realms, in every point in time, they have existed to puppeteer the darker forces from the blinding darkness deep within shadows. They rarely take in anyone from outside their organization, the organization itself largely one massive family, each newborn member embedded with a special dot on their right hands palm, allowing the leaders to track and puppet the youth, and alter them to their desires.
The Blue Dot is also a curse, making any non blood additions related to them by blood. They exist to create the perfect Psychopath host, worshiping the monsters like gods. In return for crafting the Psychopaths better, stronger and more capable hosts, Nexus has gained information involving time travel, advanced, lethal magics, and the leftovers of what the Psychopaths leave behind. Namely, technology, resources, and food stocks of the world who’s life was extinguished by the Psychopaths.
Their ultimate goal is still the perfect Psychopath host, and they have come close. They called it, Project C.R.I.P.T. Carnage, Relentless, Intelligent, Primal, Tyrant.
I put the book down immediately. “Nope…” I mutter while taking off my right hand glove and checking my hand, wondering if it was true. Through the fur, no blue dot.
“Curiosity kills.” I nearly jumped, seeing Cript standing behind me. “Really should have moved that book.”
“Uh...sorry.” I sigh out. “But...wow…” I say, shaking my head at what I read. “But...this isn't a special thing but it said a blue dot is the sign of….that. How come I don't have one?” I ask curiously, the dot being the safest thing to ask here.
“Because they aren’t born with one, it’s inserted. Like mine was.” Cript said, showing me his right hand. A blue dot.
“Ah.” I nod. “But...glad to know the name of the cult that...are beyond suicidal and crazy…” I say worriedly. “Sheesh, and I thought old god stuff was creepy and stupid.”
“Heh, yeah...I don’t remember them, I was two when my mom took me away, and brought me to this Temple. It was one of the few places that Nexus couldn’t enter, or find. They nullified the curses ability to control me, but it wasn’t removable, so the blood through adoption part stayed in effect. My...reflections were largely not so lucky. Some died, most became Psychopaths, others...just plain killed. Some even became Insanities...one became an Error but that’s a story for another time. Funny, in a way I was to be their greatest success...but I became their greatest failure.”
“True.” I nod. “But...what's an Error? Does it have to do with that one Zeke that's on my Equestria and somehow lost his Psychopath blood?” I ask curiously.
“No, an Error is...well...to put it simple, it’s like a Nobody, but...worse.”
“Its like MissingNo huh?” I ask simply.
“Heh, I wish, when I killed the bastard I didn’t get the fourth or third item in my inventory maxed out.” He joked. “Come on, found the cure, I got this stuff in my lab.” He said, showing me a scroll.
As we left and got back up out I noticed...graves. Five. Above them orbs of pulsating light floated.
“What's the pulsing orbs of light doing above the graves?” I ask curiously.
Cript looked over. “You know Absent Silhouettes? That’s the opposite, Lingering Memories. So much mana, memories, everything in this place that when my Masters and Kevin were killed those were created, Same Concept as Absent Silhouettes but...less angry.” Cript explained.
“Oh, so it's like Terra’s Lingering Will in the Keyblade Graveyard.” I say in realization.
“Yeah, about right. Wanna see them? Might help you to fight Zeke’s Absent Silhouette.”
“I heard Joy was gonna fight him...haven't heard back from him. Must be a long ass fight.” I say. “But sure, maybe I can learn a thing or two about what I can do with my mastered weapons and their abilities.” I say, wanting to do some good training.
“Alright, you best start with the one on the far right, Master Eris. Heh, he was the youngest of them all, but then again, he was seventy while the rest of them were over a hundred.”
“Right then.” I nodded while walking over to Eris’s grave. “Let’s hope I don't fail miserably.” I mutter while gently touching the Lingering Will floating above the grave.
There was a bright flash, and I found myself in...the same area, only, behind me stood the Temple, whole. Wow...it’s huge! “Ah, so one of Cript’s finds his way here.” I looked behind me, seeing an old man wearing orange robes with some sort of beads strung around him, a walking stick in his right hand. “Tell me, who are you, who bears the curse of Cript’s origins?”
I bow to the monk. “My name's Ben, Master Eris.” I say, wanting to be respectful to the master and to the dead.
“Ben. Hmm, yes. I see it. Self doubt, sadness, but it’s...lessened. A hard life you have lived child.”
“It’s...better than the other outcome.” I sigh out. “But hey...at least I have a loving family to keep me up and happy.”
“Yes, I can see that. So, how is Cript? He talked with us once, a few years back, but has been absent since.”
“He’s...been busy.” I say nervously. “A lot of stuff has been going on lately...and considering I'm going to try to do the impossible...it makes his life a bit more of a pain.”
“Ah, sounds like him. I remember when his mother left him with us, just barely two, wearing nothing but ragged attire, clutching an old toy bear, his only possession. I can assume you know about why Cript even exists, yes?”
“Read it in a book on accident.” I sigh out. “But...why though? Are these people suicidal or something?”
Eris sighed, scratching his hand. “Nexus, the whole family, organization, call it what you want, but they are leeches, parasites. They are remnants of an old faction of the Admins from back before anything existed. Back in those days, Psychopaths were few, and their hosts were too weak to hold them long, even an Admin host would burn out within a year, mortal time. They needed to survive, and the Psychopaths wanted stronger hosts. So, they made a deal, ‘make us hosts that can last for eternity’ the Psychopaths asked, ‘and the carnage from our kills are yours to sort through’.
“So, through the generations, Nexus managed to create through either forced breeding and genetic engineering, hosts that could last longer, access more of the Psychopaths true power. Then, one reward lead to the problem we have today, access to other Realms, and realities. It was when this happened they began to puppiter entire worlds, creating beings like Cain, the first Psychopath on the worlds they began to puppet. Cain was a strong, able host for the Psychopaths, but they two, burned out after several hundred years. Finally, they began engineering a host for the Psychopaths to last eternally, a host that could access all their power, learn anything, create new and destructive ability, master anything thought to it. They engineered Cript. What made the Cript hosts so strong, so able, was the blood of the first Psychopath ever to be created, merging with the blood of strong magic users, fighters, and monsters over the generations.
“As you can see, they achieved their goal. Cript, and all his reflections, were destined to become Psychopaths, but the Cript you and I know, was to be their greatest achievement.”
“But ultimately became their greatest failure.” I say. “Right?”
“Yes, you see, when Cript was born, his soul was...unique. Bound to it, was Zechariah, an angel who became a Psychopath, hell feared it, and heaven banished it, so, the angels bound it to a human soul, and had it reincarnated, for generations. Cript, having this unique Psychopath as a soul, was to be the strongest, most powerful host ever, believed by the Psychopaths to be the host that would lead the end of everything, including, themselves. His body, able to channel and contain all kinds of power, his mind, able to learn anything within a short amount of time, and his fighting abilities, are natural, any weapon he can learn in short time. When his mother, realizing he was the end of everything, brought him to us, so we can perhaps, change his destiny, and as you can see, we succeeded.”
“Wow…” I say. “But...now I'm both concerned and curious...why did Cript tell me he sees himself in me?” I wonder. “I mean...he's said he's proud of me actually doing stuff his other adopted kids wouldn't do but...still.”
“Cript, and I can see why he said this, despite all he has done, all he can do, takes no pride or joy in it. He is self doubtful, and every battle he has fought, he has fought, expecting to die. He cares not for his own life, in fact, he would have ended it himself long ago, if not for that mint green wife of his, igniting an emotion he thought himself to lack entirely. Love. When Cript came back to the temple, after his year long travel, he saw us all slaughtered...by Andy, his friend, the two were like brothers, and out blood soaked his clothes, and the fires that burned his home down, his best friends doing.
“Andy, was controlled by Nexus directly. He became evil incarnate, captured and tortured Cript for an entire year, trying to get him to become a Psychopath, as Nexus wanted. What happened, was unexpected. Cript refused to turn, but the Psychopath angel Zechariah, awoke, taking control of him and escaping, slaughtering the newly colonized planet mars. Cript didn’t regain control until after the slaughter. He was broken, and craved death, fighting only to see what will kill him. He locked Zechariah back inside, crucified him to his soul. He created a company, Freak Inc. Where they merged magic, technology, and the unknown together, and made life better all around. But it’s true purpose was far darker, he created it, to find a means to kill himself, and the monster he hid inside.
“He went to a world, where a rare, powerful type of magic flowed freely, and was to meet with the ruler of it to discuss safe means of collecting it, can you guess this world, I feel you know it.”
I looked at him, feeling confused about how I could know where Cript went...but it suddenly clicked. “Equestria…” I say.
“Yes. He met with it’s ruler, Celestia, and made the deal to collect the magic, taking the form of one of its inhabitants, but, he was curious as to how this world's magic differed in flow and use, and ended up teleporting to random places. He finally stopped, and didn’t realize where he was. A dirt road, just within a town called Ponyville’s outer borders. Too lost in thought, he didn’t hear when a mint green mare yelled out for him to move, and as such, he was ran over by a runaway cart, loaded with raw ingredients for candies. What Andy did to him made his injuries nothing, but with the new anatomy, his horn cracked, and went into his skull, shattering his brain. He healed, in seconds, and when the mare brought him to the hospital, took full responsibility for him, as he woke up without any memories.”
“Wow…” I say honestly. “That's...interesting. Backstory central here and it's all...rather informative.”
“Yes, Cript has had a rather...interesting life, hasn't he?”
“More interesting than mine.” I say. “Anything else I should know before asking about why I originally came to meet you master?” I ask, wondering what other important things I should know about.
“Not really, so then.” He said, tapping his walking stick on the ground and magic circles began appearing around him, their symbols and letters lost on me completely. “Shall we begin?”
“The Heir of Nothingness against a Master of Runic magic...well I can tell I'm at a drastic disadvantage.” I frown while summoning Reunion and Frozen Pride, preparing for the fight. My Assistant seemed to play what sounded like an announcer calling out a fight.
”A great slam and then some.” The announcer said, sounding like he was from an old timey cartoon. After a moment the announcer chimed ”Here goes!” and I dashed forward swiftly like an arrow towards the monk and slashed at him, hoping to disrupt his spell work before it could get to a proper start.
One of the circles moved in front of me and...absorbed my attack. “This is a different version of the spell you would call, Reflect.” He said as it began glowing.
“Fuck!” I yelp while raising my shield, ready to block the reflected attack.
It hit me back, and I was thrown back some feet. “Not bad, but I taught Cript everything he started off with involving Runic magics, in all it’s forms. It will take much more than brute force to break through my Spell Matrix.”
I stared at him, my eyes glowing a gentle green as I disbanded my Keyblade and shield and summoned my Lexicon. “You know, Cript gave me a hand ability as a gift.” I say while I channeled magic, the book opening up and pages seeming to fly around me. “I doubt this will work but...best to try.” I say while spell circles started to form around me. “I doubt I can copy you Master, but it's worth a shot to understand.” I say, runes starting to slowly form as my first attempt to do such a thing.
Slowly, the runes manifested around me, until they were exact replicas of what he had. “Oh, his Copycat ability. So you inherited it, impressive.”
“Yeah, good to have when your fighting someone with special things like you master.” I nod while taking a deep breath and looking at the runes, hoping to learn what they read so I don't accidentally blow myself up here. “Let's hope this works.” I mutter before one of the runic circles glows and a jet of fire shoots out towards the monk.
Another rune circle moved in front of him, shooting out a massive jet of water, extinguishing my attack...and soaking me. “Heh, when Cript was ten I used that one to bathe him when he didn't want to bathe in the springs.”
I used another rune and a powerful wind was whipped up and dried me off. “Your not taking this seriously apparently.” I frown, wind blades firing off towards the master in hopes of doing something.
My eyes widened as he danced around them, at some point break dance dodging them till he finished with a head spin on the ground, thankfully his roab not falling down. “Not bad for a near eighty year old man eh?” He asked, jumping back on two feet.
“What the fuck?” I mutter. “I mean...technically this is your mind I think…” I frown, not knowing what to call this actually.
“Here, you’ve shown resolve and strength, let me show you something I know for a fact Cript still uses to this day.” He said, walking up to me and grabbing my right arm by my wrist and lifting it up, pulling my sleeve back. He then lifted his up and pulled his sleeve back. “Tell me, what can you see?”
I was a tad worried as I prepared myself for what might happen as I looked at his arm and mine, hoping something bad didn't happen. ”Let's hope this won't end poorly…” I think to myself worriedly.
I looked, but...didn’t see anything, aside from a freckle that, if he wasn’t already dead, I’d suggest he get looked at. “Don’t see it huh, heh, well try now.” He said, his arm glowing as...rune circles, dozens of them were on his skin like tattoos, all connected by thin, lightly pulsing lines of energy. “By embedding the spell work on to your body, you can have them ‘leech’ in a sense, off of your internal mana, allowing you to gain inhuman speed, strength, durability, and agility. Depending on what rune spells you marked on what part of your body, you can focus your mana to flow more their to increase their potency. Impressive, no?”
“It really is...and I suppose it's an activation or is it passive?” I ask curiously.
“It is passive, but to increase their effects, you have to think on where to make your internal mana flow more. By nature, magic users draw in mana from the environment, from things like plants, people, animals, the world itself, then their are those who create mana within themselves like your body creates energy to run from the food you eat. Then, there is the rare third, those who can do both. You can guess Nexus made Cript that third, it’s how he advanced in magic so fast. All except Holy magic. Always struggled with that one.”
“And what about me? I...actually have barely trained in how I can control my magic flow sadly...normally have it on the background whenever I fight like it's supposed to be second nature...only to think about it and realize I barely know anything about it.”
“Let’s see.” He said, placing a thumb to my forehead and closing his eyes. A few seconds later, he removed it. “Well, the good news it, you draw you mana in from your surroundings, better news, there’s a lot stored up in you. You must live in a very magic heavy world.”
“Equestria actually.” I say simply. “It's very magical, and...well ironically it's the place that helped me become who I am today.” I chuckle.
“Ah. Yes. It shouldn’t be too hard to control your flow. Here, these will be for practice...sadly, you’ll need to be in at least just your shorts for me to set it up for you.”
“Does it have to deal with getting runes tattooed on me?” I ask curiously.
“It’s not actually tattoos, that’s just how they appear.”
“Ah…” I nod. “Makes sense I suppose…” I say while taking off my cloak. “Does the whole rune thing hurt at all?” I ask curiously, not knowing much about this as I took my clothes off except my underwear.
“Eh.” He said, his hand glowing and running it along my body, from my right hand, up my arm, over my shoulders, down my other arm to my left hand. Then he placed his hand over my neck, and trailed down to my stomach, then finally trailed up my legs. “That should do it, these will help, but are basic training wheels.”
I took a look and on the palms of my hands, all my joints, stomach, and my feet had rune circles on them, all linked via glowing lines all coming from my stomach rune it seemed. “Right then.” I nodded while putting my clothes and cloak back on. “And then it's up to me to figure out all the other stuff about runes?” I ask curiously.
“You can customize them as you like, but this is how they are now. As a whole, those runes increase your agility, the rune over your stomach increases your strength, the runes on your legs and feet will increase your speed, the runes along your arms and in the palms of your hands will help you to force the mana out of your body in the form of spells and such without the air of an item, like a Keyblade or lexicon.”
“And if I add my weapons along with the runes?” I ask. “Does it act like a multiplier or what?”
“Yes, with your Keyblades, their magic damage addition is the multiplier, and with the lexicon, it’s random change multiplier.”
“And I suppose it'll help with my eleven other weapons?” I ask, thinking if it works for two of them it works for all of them.
“If they run off of mana of any kind, yes. Mind if I see your weapons?”
I nodded before bringing out my weapons to show him. “Each of these weapons have either an element or a special thing about it, like Sharpshooters, the gun arrows, control over space and gravity, and Fair Game which can control time.” I explain. “But...when I mastered my weapons I learned how to use their abilities when not wielding them but...it feels like I could do something special and big but never tried cause I'm too simple of a person.”
“Hmmm.” He chimed, touching Sharpshooters. “Yes...Kio. I’d recognize his magic anywhere.”
“Kio?” I ask curiously. “Is this something new like how my Scythe, Graceful Dahlia, was created using a Demon Tree?”
“Kio was a student here back when I was alive and young...He had a talent with Hollow Magic, or as you would call it, Nothingness.”
“The antithesis of Void.” I nod. “I...barely understand it cause I haven't done things with it…” I trail off. “Christ I haven't been doing a lot of important things.” I frown.
“Yes. He was a strange one, was obsessed with wanting to understand the Hollow and its inhabitants. His experiments became...too risky, so we had to send him away. Judging from the way these weapons irradiate his unique magic style, he must have found what he was after.”
“And I'm probably gonna be taking his spot as King of Nothingness.“ I say honestly. “But who knows.” I shrug.
“Well then, Ben, it has been a delight. But, you must be heading home now, come by when you are able, maybe then we can have a real mages fight.”
“Alright.” I nod before taking a step back and bowing. “Thank you master.” I say, wanting to be respectful to him.
With that there was a flash and I found myself back in front of the orb, in the real world. “Hey, that took some time.” Cript said as he came up to me.
“Yeah it took some time. Had a nice conversation, learned something about runes, and I learned that Kio is possibly the King of Nothingness.” I say simply, pulling my sleeve back and showing Cript the runes he gave me. “Can't wait to learn about runes...as well as Humanity...Latin...the rest of my weapons...Nothingness…” I take a deep breath. “Mother of hell….I have a bunch of things to learn.” I sigh out.
“Do them one at a time, how many weapons have you mastered already?” He asked.
I summoned the weapons I mastered, Reunion, Sharpshooter, Graceful Dahlia, Fair Game, Frozen Pride, and Eternal Flames all floated around me. “Mastered my keyblade, Gun Arrows, Scythe, Cards, Shield and Chakrams. Now I need to master my Tomahawk, Claymore, Lances, Lexicon, Kunai, Ethereal Blades, and Sitar.” I tell him. “Still got a lot to do.”
“So work on finishing those weapons, and learning some latin in between. But, I know something you can do right now, well, after you get this recipe to the hospital.” Cript said, handing me the scroll.
“Is it the antidote?” I ask, hoping it is so I can help all those people.
“Yup, ingredients are surprisingly common. So, can you guess what you should do after delivering this cure?”
“Train?” I ask him simply. “Or do something else?”
“I believe when you spent that day with Yellow clone Zeke, he mentioned something about a spy in Daybreak? And before you ask how I know, I admit, I spy on the majority of you. Your lives, so much more interesting than reality tv.”
“Oi vey…” I sigh out. “But yes, I heard about the spy...I don't know who it could be but I...sadly forgot to tell anyone important about the spy...should I go off and look into it?”
“Yes. Drop off the cure then go off to Daybreak.” He said with a smile...a kind of...hiding something smile.
“I know you're hiding something.” I say bluntly. “But your not gonna tell me what you're hiding huh?”
He laughed. “My poker face can either be on point or non existent sometimes. And yes, I am not gonna tell you, cause it’s gonna be a thing when you see it. Welp, chow.” Cript said, saluting me. I blinked...and was in front of the hospital.
“Right…” I mutter before rushing into the hospital. “Hey, where's the head doctor?” I ask a nurse.
“Second floor, room C24.” She answered.
“Thank you.” I say while heading off to the specific floor the doctor was on. “Let's hope the doctor will believe this.” I mutter, getting into the open elevator and clicking the second floor.
It was a walk to his office, but I found it and quickly explained I had the cure for what the “comma’ patients had. Me being me, he trusted me and took a look at the scroll. It didn’t take long for the staff to gather the ingredients, and they whipped up a large batch of the cure, making it go down their throats, as the instructions said to, and within an hour people started waking up. Now then...to Daybreak, to warn about a spy...and see what this surprise Cript seems eager to have me see.
“Alright. Time to go.” I mutter while opening a DTL. “Let's hope I'm not too late to warn them.” I mutter while walking into the door, it closing behind me as I headed straight to Daybreak.