//------------------------------// // History. // Story: Dawn’s Break // by Chemtest //------------------------------// Six different figures all fade into conscious at the same time. They all started to stare at each other. “Why the hell is a child around me?” A grey alicorn yells out, towards a child wearing robes, and missing eyes. “Why the hell is there a cunt around me?” The child yells back. “I wear that title proudly!” Off to the side are two men wearing masks, watching the argument, “Should I stop them?” The one wearing a Plauge mask asks. The one who is tall, and wears a blank mask smiled invisiblely, “Probably would be the responsible thing to do. But I want to watch.” “I do admit, it is quite humorous to watch.” The Slenderman looked over to his talking partner, “Whats your name?” “Survior. You?” “Slenderman.” Both return to watching the fight, “We’ll get involved if things get violent.” “Aggred.” And another pair also watches the fight, a kid in Aviators stareing down a man in a duster and a hat, “I don’t much like that look in your eyes.” The man responds, “I don’t like that I can’t see your eyes, but I don’t care. Say, should we interfere in that fight?” Both look back at it, “Fucking potato eating, whiskey drinking, soulless ginger leprechaun!” “Edgy, bad insulter, uncretaive, eyeless cunt of a child!” Then the child pulls a gun out, and points it at the alicorn. The alicorn creates a gun from thin air, and points it at the child. The Survivor pulls a gun and points it at the alicorn, “Don’t threaten a child.” The child pulls a gun out and points it at Survior, “Don’t call me a child.” The hat wearing man pulls out a gun, and points it at Survior, “I don’t like your face.” With the sound of metal bending, the kid wearing Aviators points a gun at the hat wearing man, “That’s not a valid excuse.” A tendral of darkness finds its way at the kids throught, as Slenderman says, “Please don’t encite this further.” The alicorn points another gun at Slenderman, “I do as I please!” “...” The hat wearing man soon starts laughing, and puts down his gun. Then the child in Aviators. Then Slenderman. Then Survivor. Then the eyeless child. Then the alicorn. All put away or dissolve their guns, and laugh together. The eyeless child pats the alicorn on the shoulder, “Gotta say, you came up with some good stuff.” “You too, not as good, but still.” Slenderman walks to the middle, “With that resolved, let’s introduce ourselves. I am Slenderman, the Faceless Shadow.” Survivor walks on up as well, “Survivor, Lord of New Vegas, and last human in my universe.” The man wearing the hat smiles, “The Courier, walking arsenal of explosives and insanity.” Survivor looks at him in shock, “The Courier?! Defeater of both NCR and Legion, shot in the head amnesiac, Courier?” “Yep, glad to know someone know me.” The eyeless child smiles, “I have a friend back at home called the Courier. If he were human... yeah, it’d probably be like you.” “And what would your name be?” “Lord Ravens Breath, Master Necromancer, Deliverer of Justice, Lim av verdener, happy to help. Oh yeah, I’m also Death.” The child in Aviators scratches his chin, “Lim av verdener? I know that language... Norwegian! It means Glue of worlds! And... your a horse. That’s... that’s dark considering the circumstances.” Slenderman looks over at him, “One who is a master of languages as well? What is your name?” He pushes up his glasses, “I am the Avatar, wielder of all four elements, soul bender, and king of the Fourth Storm Riech.” The alicorn jumps his way in, “Oh, a fellow king? I’m King Chem. They say I am a Prince so I am equal in power to others, but I like the title King better! Gets me a crown the color of whiskey. Speaking of whiskey...” He takes a huge whisk from a gold bottle, and Raven laughs, “So your litterly a drunk Irish stereotype made into a king?” He stops his drinking, “Oi, I also founded the Headless Monks! And I came up with the S.S divisions! Also, I’m part German. And,” he shudders, “American. No matter if I don’t like what happens in the country, I still love it, and lived in it. But still... ugh, they make a lot of mistakes.” Avatar pokes his head in, “Considring you talk the way you do, I think Hitler came up with the S.S first.” “Wait, you thought I ment the Schutzstaffel? No, I ment the Spiked Sofa division!” Slender claps his hands together, “So, out of everyone here, do we know what we’re doing? I just know I signed up to help someone, and that Slendy was afraid of this.” “Yeah, my people said the Time had come.” “My bandmates said the same.” “Same With Twilight.” “Sparrow, Sweetie, Sombra, Louis, AB, Scootaloo, all said the same.” Chem raises the bottle away from himself, “Satan said that it was a moment that even he feared.” “Where’s Last?” Said Last walks his way into the building we were resting in, “Not even five minutes and already in a standoff... oh, your done?” “Last! Better explain why the hell I had my wedding interrupted!” He holds his hands up to placate Raven, “The reason for me calling you all to this original multiverse is for... revenge.” “You interrupted that for revenge!?” “Sit down, and listen. In order to understand, a history lesson must be told.” All sit down, “Fine, but it better have a good reason.”