//------------------------------// // Nobody ends a War // Story: Life of a Nobody // by Xinrick //------------------------------// The Violent Daughter Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Click, Click. “Dang it.” Jenny huffed, reloading her Sniper rifle. When the monsters began invading, she took position atop one of the castle towers and began picking off the monsters. While Heartless and Unversed took two or three bullets, these Shadow Creatures went down fairly easy, save for the occasional armored one. Overall it was a battlefield. Once the ammo was loaded, she took aim again, and fired. “Wonder how high this will rank up my kill count?” She pondered, taking out her Handgun and fiering behind her, placing a hole in the head of a small Shadow Creature. It’s body melting into a chrome liquid. “Hm. Wonder how long til my bullets run out?” The Knight Zuko was no stranger to war, while the war that he fought before was different, it was war all the same. Fighting with these blades of light was a lot like with his Firebending daggers or his twin swords. He was able to Firebend through them, allowing him to cleave through the hordes of monsters. Unlike with the other benders he fought before, he didn’t have to hold back here. No, here he could unleash the full extent of his inner flame upon these inhuman monsters. Part of him never felt more alive. Part of him was reminded of his sister, and felt the need to avoid such power. But while his sister let out all her power without reason, just to be the best at whatever, here and now, Zuko had reason. Purpose. As a Knight, this was his duty, and as Fire Lord, this was his responsibility. Hordes of these beasts arrived before him. “Heh, well this is going to be interesting.” Zuko said, letting his fire flood out, incinerating the creatures without mercy. The Paladin “Feels good to get back into the fray.” Joy said with a smile, impaling dozens of enemies with his spears and slashing at another with Hearts Guardian. “Especially when it feels like I’m playing Dynasty Warriors.” Joy muttered as he stabbed and slashed through the hordes of enemies. ”Hey Joy, did you know that Jenny got you more girlfriends?” I mentally asked him. ”Um...how many?” The pup asked nervously. ”I think the number was...four hundred and eighty something.” I mentally told him as his entire head turned beat red. “Damn it Jenny…” Joy muttered, ripping a Neoshadow in half in embarrassment. As Joy hacked A Dark Thorn, a new enemy appeared. It’s body was wolf like, claws like kitchen knives, teeth like misshapen daggers, and eyes black with blue pupils. “Right then…” Joy muttered as he fired a bolt of bladed wind at the wolf thing. “Wonder how strong this thing is…” The wolf dodged with blinding speed, charging Joy and leaving an After Image Trail. Before Joy could react the beast latched onto his arm, and drew blood. “Gah! The fuck!?!” Joy barked while trying to stab the thing with his lances and Keyblade. ”What the hell? Why was this fox so damn fast?” Joy thought to himself worriedly. All his attempts made the monster bite even harder, Joy feeling it’s teeth reach his bones. Managing to pry the monster off, it’s teeth littered with the flesh of Joy’s arm and it’s lips covered with his blood. “Ow…” Joy growled. “White Wind…” He muttered, a silver sheened wind encircling Joy as he was healed from the massive bite. “Bitch.” He growled while trying to imprison the speedy wolf in a cage of bladed wind so it wouldn’t move around. The trick worked and the beast was sliced, harmed, but not dead. Prey Hunter Level 98 Race: Shadow Creature This lethal Shadow Creature hunts and kills all it sees. They are resistant to all forms of magic, and can hunt in the harshest of environments. They were said to have once been an enslaved race of Dire Wolves turned into Shadow Creatures as part of the Shadow Creatures early years, experimentation, and creation. While these are not fully discovered to be true, evidence strongly supports this theory. “Well...that’s not good.” Joy muttered. “Well…” Joy sighed out as he pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the injured shadow creature. “Still gotta kill it.” He said while firing at the shadow creatures head. The bullet hit, the creature's head exploding and it’s corpse melted into a chrome liquid. “I have a bad feeling about that chrome liquid…” He said nervously. “But good to know bullets are still good to kill things…” The pup said honestly while looking around for where more enemies are. As he turned around...he was greeted with what looked like every Heartless boss from the Kingdom Hearts series… this was gonna be a LONG war… The Archer Dante grew up Fighting monsters, these freaks were easier, but their numbers were far greater. Still, numbers don’t mean much when you got good weapons and some kickass style. WIth his normal guns, he could fire forever, and put holes into a lot of monsters. With Sharpshooters, it was similar, but much, much more fun. “Eat it ya freaks!” Dante yelled, the whole street getting littered with the glowing arrows, all that remained of the monsters slain. Yeah, Dante was happy. The Defender “Hyper!” Steve Rodgers shouted, leaning back as his shield glowed in power. “Charging Star!” He shouted as he dashed forward, a massive barrier of spiky ice appeared in front of him as his shield as he bulldozed through a ton of enemies. War was apart of Steve’s life, way back during World War 2, to the Secret Wars with the Skrull, even now against all these strange creatures, War was a constant that Steve Rogers knew, and knew well. “Just like old times.” He muttered with a smile, throwing his shield and ice spikes shooting out at dozens of enemies. The Gate Guardian Vergil knew war. He waged on on the demons his whole life, but in his own way. Unlike his brother, he took an indirect approach. He rarely was on the front lines, and now, now he stood as the main defence of the castle gates. He knew they were already inside, but the bigger, stronger ones still wandered outside them, making their way towards him. He was never the berzerker type, but to his surprise this suited him rather well. “I made mistakes… I hurt the ones I should have treasured… This weapon, this position, and this gate are how I will atone for my mistakes. My sins… and none of you will get by it, or me!” Vergil shouted, swinging Skysplitter as a massive wave of energy slashed across litteral miles of enemies, hacking them all. “These doors have stood for untold years, and they shall stand forever more.” The Mage Kat wasn’t a fighter. She was a spell caster. Magic from her home was hard to perform, but with this Lexicon, and her skills… She was a fighter. She was a healer. She was whatever her friends and allies needed her to be. For once, she was being a hero, not just helping them. The Anarchist Years of upgrades, years of fighting, all culminating into Genos’s cybernetic body to be used as a tool for saving people, but today he felt much more than just his cybernetics reaching levels of heat that shouldn’t be possible as he spun Eternal Flames and burned all who got too close as he slaughtered thousands of enemies, he felt in his heart the burning passion of being a hero, of doing what he’s best at and fighting for the sake of others, and in the back of his head he was glad that he wasn’t immediately bitch slapped by something stronger than him that would have made him get fixed again by the good doctor. He was finally the hero he strived to become. The Bard Brook was many things, a great musician, a great swordsman, but courage wasn’t something that he really had all that often, but when he had to fight to protect the innocent he was willing to throw away his cowardice and fight. “Yohohoho!” Brook laughed happily, playing his new violin happily as swords made of water appeared and slashed at all the enemies as he danced around his enemies, feeling great as he remembered the times he fought with his friends back on the Thousand Sunny. “Who would have thought a skeleton that can’t swim fighting with water? I sure didn’t, Yohoho!” Brook laughed at the irony of it, how the devil fruit took away his ability to swim and now he’s fighting with music and water. The Highroller Trixie grew up around the card tables, roulets, acts of grand illusion and performances to blow the mind. She dreamed of doing the same. While her dreams fell flat, she never felt more alive. These cards, this power. She performed for her enemies, the acts of magic like a show, but she remembered what she was there to do. While she made her attacks looks spectacular, they were still, attacks. The visuals as deadly as they were beautiful. She may be a fighter now, but she is, and always will be a performer. The Death Seeker Grell was many things, but he will always be a Grimm Reaper. Death was what he was best at. Harvesting them, or causing it. This new job of his was one he could enjoy. It had action, violence, and death. He’s never felt more home. The Assassin Sonic trained his whole life in the arts of speed and assassination. Even now, with these special daggers, these newfound strengths and powers, he still felt less than his best. Saitama was still his primary adversary. These monsters were but one of many enemies to come. He would keep fighting, and fighting, until he and Saitama could clash, powers raging and stakes high. He would not know peace of any kind until his hands where soaked in that heros blood. This new job has done nothing for his morality, his ethics. He is still an assassin, and he will kill his target. The Key “When did this feel so...simple?” Riku wondered as he cleaved through many Heartless and Unversed. Even though Riku was asleep for basically twenty years he still felt strong, his natural talent and training still there as he fused his natural Darkness with the new Nothingness powers he was granted because of Ben. “I know it’s been years since I last fought but…” Riku frowned, finding this sudden shift to how he and Sora used to fight a ton of Heartless and Nobodies and having a rough time sometimes but now it’s just...really easy. “Wonder if Sora and Kairi are fighting as well.” He muttered as he side stepped a Neoshadow and cut it in half without even trying. The King “So many things.” I frowned while stomping down as hundreds of Thorns spiked up and impaled hundreds of enemies. “And so little time.” I said, already thinking of the many ways how this could swing the opposite way. Killing these simple enemies was easy. Harder ones though where, well, tricky. The Inhumans didn’t take to death so simply. Fact is, they seemed to fight it more than anything I’ve ever seen before. “Stubborn bastards…” I grumbled while cleaving more enemies down. “Seriously, I’m getting the feeling this is more of a Dynasty Warriors fight than a war…” I muttered, knowing I have at least three new clones in the castle just as a backup in case things went south. “But hey, at least everyone else is doing good…” I muttered, seeing the soldiers fight against all these monsters with all their might. KER-BOOOOM!!!!! That noise rang across the entirety of the freaking planet! Looking around all I could see was… a hand… a fucking MASSIVE hand crunching into the soil of the world. Looking up… Oh fucking christ it’s that world eating bastard... “Why the fuck is Galactus here!?!” I shouted. From his arrival I saw most of the turret fire redirected towards him. Thankfully I saw it was doing damage but that armor of his is still keeping this fucker alive… Christ Cript, what else are you gonna throw at me? “Fine then asshole!” I shouted as I channeled Nothingness from my realm and grabbed Galactus in a massive fuck off hand of Nothingness Thorns. “You’re gonna die asshole!” I barked as I crushed the bastard before he destroyed my home. And...I did. His blood and smaller flesh chunks rained to the ground while his larger chunks of his corpse floated there like moons… I JUST KILLED GALACTUS!!! HOLY SHIT!!! “Never once thought I would do that.” I said honestly as I stabbed a Fat Bandit in the head with my X-blade. “Oh yeah, I forgot this things ability...I could be saving people...and getting more soldiers I think…” The Fat bandit, at it’s strike, changed from a Heartless to a...Shark person. “Holy shit… that must have been some bad wasabi…” He grunted as I rushed him to a shelter. This is gonna be...interesting. Day Two I’ve barely eaten this entire time. Didn’t sleep either...so many of these guys...night and day, they keep coming. “Jesus christ you’d think there would be a break…” I groaned, hating this quite a bit especially since I also had to rush revived refugee’s to safety as I beat the Heartless with my X-blade. “Grash!” I was tackled by an Inhuman, the jackass trying to claw my sides open. “Get off me asshole!” I barked while literally punching a hole through the things chest and driving it into the ground, getting up and stomping it’s head into the dirt. “Damn it…” I muttered, fearing all the people fighting for me were getting too injured. “Hehehehehehe….” That’s a too familiar voice… “My, my...what Demons we have…” I turned around where that Inhuman was...and saw me, getting up. “You are one fucked up guy, you know that?” He asked me in my own snarky tone of voice...shit, these guys copy you if they touch you... “That’s not good…” I muttered. “That’s not good at all…” I growled as I prepared to fight myself. “Sins, regrets, and so much death.” The copy spoke slowly. “How did you not kill yourself years ago?” “I already did to be perfectly honest.” I said honestly. “Twice to be perfectly honest. You’re an Inhuman, so you probably know pain and suffering, how does mine feel?” I asked honestly, the Inhuman feeling a very crippling sense of self doubt, regrets, and a feeling that no matter what it did it wouldn’t do anything to anyone. “Like a sad little puppy. See, what I find most interesting about you so far, is that you have done a good amount of stuff for others, and yet you still fail when dealing with your own emotions.” “Eh, better to be with other people than deal with me.” I said while trying to kill the bastard with Skysplitter. To my surprise...he blocked with a Skysplitter. “DId you forget? I have all your powers and abilities. Weapons included. We’re equally matched, you and I.” “See, that’s where you're wrong.” I said as Joy stabbed the Inhuman in the head and chest with so many spears the Inhuman basically looked like a pin cushion. “Was this punk a bother?” Joy asked smugly, tossing the copy off his spears as it’s body rapidly rotted. “He might have been, but glad you're here Joy.” I nodded. “How you holding up?” “Wish I could have eaten.” Joy grumbled. “Did Cript tell you how long this would last?” Joy asked simply. “No, no he didn't. All he said was keep the statue of Den away from all these fuckers.” I said with a frown. “I hope this won’t last for too long...the soldiers can only handle so much…” I said worriedly, caring about the people risking their lives on this stupid game Cript threw at me and hoping none of them died. More and more of them just kept coming. The waves were so many. How many did I kill already? “So many of these damned things…” I growled. “There has to be a way to stop this bullshit war other than run a fucking time limit.” I muttered. “You know what, fuck it.” I growled while feeling my Realm thrum with power. “You walked into my realm.” I growled, walking into the massive hoard of enemies. “You attack my people.” I said, Nothingness pulsating as I walked things seemed to turn pure white like it wasn’t there anymore. “And you hurt the many, many soldiers and Nobodies all because of Cript wanting me to learn something that he probably either forgot about or didn’t even have a reason to begin with.” I growled, my King armor equipping itself to me as all the Heartless, Unversed and Shadow Creatures all seemed to be bound by something they couldn’t see, sense, or feel at all. “Well guess what, that’s going to end right here, right now!” I barked, raising my hand as it felt like I was going on autopilot here. “Prepare to DIE FUCKWADS!” “So do you think he’s okay?” That voice… Twilight? “His adult forms have been missing since he killed all those monsters, all we have here are the pups from his Litter Den left for us to look after.” That’s...Rarity. “I’m sure he’ll appear soon enough.” Luna? I blinked and looked around. ”Ugh, the fuck happened?” I thought to myself, trying to rub my eyes so I could see better and hopefully tell them I’m okay. ”God...they’re all worried sick…” I thought sadly, thinking I did something wrong even if I killed all those monsters. “Well, come on, which ever here is Ben they’re asleep. Let’s get Luxu and them searching for one of them again.” Rarity said as footsteps followed. ”What the?” I thought, opening my eyes and...why is everything so...big? Wait… I looked to my right...pups...to my left...pups...this was the litter… I’M A BABY?! I let out a loud yip in surprise at this sudden revelation. ”Oh my god why is this happening to me!?!” I mentally shouted in worry as I whined loudly and tried to find a way to get to the others. ”God...this is so demeaning…” I thought to myself. ”And I just became King not too long ago, and I need to prepare for my wedding! God damn it!” I thought in anger as I let out a, sadly, adorable howl in the realization. One of my siblings kicked me. “Arf.” (“Quiet down! I’m trying to sleep.”) I understood that?! “Arf.” (“Uh...how can I understand you?”) I asked in confusion. “Arf, arf.” (“I’m so confused!”) I whimpered, trying to find a way out of here to get to the others and solve this. “Arf.” (“You rarely talk bro.”) The one next to me on the other side said, sleepily and waking up. “Arf.”(“And of course you can understand us. We’re speaking aren’t we? It’s just the big people who can’t understand us.”) “Arf!” (“But I’m supposed to be one of the big people! I literally just ended a war from what my fiance’s just said.”) I told them all. “Arf arf.” (“And technically speaking we aren’t ‘talking’ like normal people, we’re barking and somehow that equals this…”) I gently put my small cute paws on my muzzle. “Arf, Arf, Arf.” (“Well if you are then that might explain why you never talked until now. Big people and feeder said something about other big person did a thing then all his cloons vanished after it.”) Cloons...Clones… “Arf!” (“That was me! What do you mean all my clones vanished?”) I asked worriedly. “Arf.” (“Wait, did you just call Mom a ‘feeder’?”) “Arf.” (“Well, aside from mommy, the Pink ones also feed us lots. As for that last thing, I dunno.”) “Arf.” (“Ugh...of course...so...um...what are all your names?”) I asked, sadly not knowing their names. “Arf, arf, arf.” (“I’m Jihero, That’s Mala, Gob, Sahra the sleepy one, and we have been calling you Sota. Least that’s what mama also called you since she didn’t know which of us was called Ben.”) “Arf.” (“Ah, well it’s nice to meet you all. I’m Ben.”) I said to them all. “Arf, arf arf.” (And right now I need to get to my fiances and...try to solve the fact I’m now a puppy...oh god this is gonna be so embarrassing…”) I whimpered, already knowing how much they’ll try to hug me and do a bunch of embarrassing crap all because I’m a puppy. “Woof.” (“Well, well well, look who’s on my new level now.”) That voice… I turned around… Jenny’s mom, Nancy, was in her crib across from ours, eeying us and laying on a teddy bear. “Arf.” (“I remember you Ben. I remember you killed me… then I’m your daughter...have to say, a very strange turn of events.”) “Arf.” (“Yes, I did, and I felt terrible for doing that.”) I said honestly. “Arf, arf.” (“And then Jenny told me you were a shit mother to her, hating her for being born while I truly cared about her...even if I wished she dialed back some Ventral things just a tiny bit.”) “Arf.” (“It’s blood all the same. I admit I didn’t...favor her as much as her sister and father did, but at least I didn’t abandon her like her whore mother. Payed that bitch a visit and ended her.”) “Arf.” (“While that is true...you could have at least tried to be a proper mother, and not just treat her like her life was a mistake.”) I told her. “Woof.” (“To each their own.”) She said. “Arf.” (So, stuck in diapers now huh? Heh, can’t wait til you need a changing. Oh that will be the best show!”) I rolled my eyes. “Woof.” (“Yeah yeah, laugh it up, but I need to get to the others and explain I’m me...and sadly I don’t know if I can use my powers or not.”) I frowned, wondering if I do actually have my powers or not. “Arf.” (“Well I know for a fact you can, but not like you normally do. According to dearly beloved Grandmother Den, Dire Wolf pups don’t manafest any forms of powers or abilities until they are six years old. So enjoy the road, cause once you learn to speak properly, we begin losing all memories of this point in our recently birthed lives.”) “Arf.” (“Well...alright then.”) I said. “Arf.” (“Trigun? Can you hear me?”) I called out, wondering if Trigun knew I was now a pup. Nothing. Shit, has to be english or something. “Woof!” (“Hey Ben! Why is there two of me?”) Braig! I turned to a Crib in the corner, Braig in that Crib, toys all shredded. “Arf!” (“Hey, why the hell did you rip up all the toys we got you?”) I asked. “Arf.” (“And why are there two of you? I blame Zeke’s Absent Silhouette cause...well that’s really strong magic…”) I said sheepishly. “Woof.” (“Ah, and I chewed up all my toys cause THESE are not toys. My weapons...THOSE are toys.”) “Arf!” (“Dude, your a puppy, not an adult. You’re not allowed to wield those things until your older.”) I huffed. “Arf!” (“Bite my ass dad! HA! So, you need a means of telling your girls about your current state of affairs and figure out a means around it? Well, in my old ship there’s a universal translator, even baby languages are translatable since they are, by definition, a language. Now if only I knew where my ships keys went…”) “Arf.” (“Wonders…”) I muttered. “Arf?” (“How can we call mom here? I’m pretty sure if we get mom here she can help out a lot…”) “Woof.” (“If you are talking about Den she ain’t coming. Remember, she’ll be gone for a long time. But, we can call your wives here and try something out.”) “Arf.” (“I have expected them to appear with all the barking, and my howling and whimpering.”) I said honestly. “Bark.” (“But apparently not...god they are going to flip when they see me like this.”) “Woof.” (“Well technically they  see you all the time, this is just the first time you are in, well, that body. Normally that bod of yours just does, well, dumb baby stuff. Oh, and good luck writing, Motor skills are still developing.”) “Woof.” (“Of course.”) I sighed out. “Arf.” (“Wonder how they’ll react knowing I’m like this?”) “Arf.” (“Assuming it’s them who will be coming in three more hours.”) Nancy said. “Arf…” (“Of course it’ll be three hours…”) I grumbled. “Woof.” (“That’s when we get hungry. Baby bodies are weird.”) Braig said. “Arf.” (Also how much hair gel do you think it’s gonna take to keep THIS down?”) He asked, pointing to his pinkie style afro of anti-gravity hair. “Arf.” (“You have Pinkie Hair...it’s not gonna stay down if you’re at all happy in anyway shape or form.”) I told him honestly. “Arf.” (“I’m more annoyed, as always, but shit…. Eh, I guess I can just shave it later.”) “Woof.” (“If you two are done talking I’d like to nap now...freaking body, I haven’t needed so many naps when I was sixty so the fact I do now is both annoying and-”) And she fell asleep there and then... I couldn’t help but giggle at that, and yes it was a baby giggle. God this is so embarrassing...but I yawned as well. ”Crap, am I really that tired already?” I thought worriedly. The tiredness was overtaking me, fighting it just made me feel...angry, but I gave in, hugging Sahra as I drifted into slumber. To be continued...