Void- a mysterious place, I may say. It is usually referred to as a blank or backroom of the mind. In games, it's just a room without anything-no movement, no vision- nothing…They also refer to a pausing point of the mind- when a flashback is due to happen or a past figure is about to speak…then why don’t we start this with a voiceless void…

The smell of the sea, the sand, the breeze broke in…then almost immediately there was an instant regretful smell of burning straw and faint screams…

Progamer woke up to find that he was in a cave-like cellar with 3 marine NPCs.He found out soon enough that his arms were behind his back and he was, of course, chained. He looked back and saw the chain attached to the wall, and he followed it back to see that it was actually connected to his legs. He turned his attention to the 3 marine rookies.

“Took you long enough…. how do u manage to sleep so well?” said JJK, hanging from the ceiling with a chain attached to the roof to his leg.

Programer's vision was blurry as he slowly recollected the memories of Kaizen. He dropped his head and slowly said with a cough, “What…happened to …Rex?”

“Hey, I would like to tell all that, but as u figured….we’re in the middle of a prison cell with 3 NPCs who just look from side to side….!!!!” JJK says

Progamer then turned his attention to an NPC who was looking from side to side even though there wasn’t anything to look at. “Hey, pssst...!!” Progamer said. The NPC being and the NPC pointed a finger at him, as in the question “me?”. Progamer rolled his eyes and said d “Yes YOU!... How many people were taken into custody with-“Progamer said when he just got a big fat “Confidential information…” from the metallic voice of the NPC.

“Then …tell me who is there other than me and him in this cell?”Progamer asked

Then the NPC looked at another NPC, and Progamer switched his attention to the 2nd marine rookie and saw that he was chained to a person who was lying down in a trolley-like bed covered in a white sheet. Progamer at once said to JJK, “Quick check his heartbeat!...”. JJK, hanging upside down, rolled his eyes, “ And how am I supposed to do that!”

Progamer said, “ You’re the one with advanced instinct…use it!”

 “OOOOOHHHH!...forgot that…” JJK said, and with a yellow glint in his eye, he used the power of the bats, which is called, btw, echo location, and it would be pretty useful if this were used by everyone – especially doctors. JJK shouted back, “ He is alive- but his heartbeat is kinda slow ..”.

“Hey..” Progamer said, closing his eyes and focusing.

“Ya?” JJK replied

“Quit shouting…” Progamer said, and before JJK could debate, Progamer, with veins popping all over the body, broke the chain in two. “….about time,” JJK says as he jumps down from the chain. “It's been pretty hard holding myself upside down with both hands after freeing myself an hour ago…” Then two of the marine NPCs charged to tackle both of them. The first one was aiming for JJK, and he…missed totally and got a sharp in the neck before he got turned to mirror fragments (my way of saying dead in Blox Fruits). The other NPC died before he launched an attack, and JJK noticed Progamer squatting and with his right hand raised in front of him with his blue palm showing, and his other hand kept beside his chest, fist clenched, and somehow the palm he was showing had smoke coming from his fingertips.

“ JJK, u grab Rex’s bed and run fast while I will catch up with you…” Progamer said as JJK grabbed hold of the handle of the moving bed where Rex was kept, then he stopped and asked, “Wait…First of all, when did you become boss, and 2nd of all, put some shirt on, thank goodness that u still have those pants…”

Progamer rolled his eyes and placed his 3 sayas (katana covering btw) by his side and said “ Just do what I say…” as he crouched with his left leg stretched behind, and he placed his hand on a katana without looking. He took a moment and remembered his past life- the life he had before he met Hellboy, Rex, JJK…the void in his life, I will say, and the only reason why he held the weapon- katana. And with intense focus, he unsheathed the tushita, and as he did, water and dew drops floated from the ground As he raised it high above his head and swung it down, it created a slash, making dew and water drops that effectively flew to the big fat door As he whisper, “ One sword style- Shark Wave…” and these drops created cracks that looked like indeed a bite of a shark and it collapsed heavily. JJK, unamused, still clutching onto Rex’s moving bed, said, “ One more thing…how fast should I go?” with a yellow glint shining through his eyes. “As fast as it takes,” Progamer said as he put Tushita back into the saya, unaware that it had cracked. JJK looked ahead, and his body changed shape to reveal a larger hybrid of leopard and man with cargo pants with a DJ cap with spotted J.

“All right!.. Keep up…if u can…” JJK said as smoke and the ground cracked as he disappeared with the trolley. Progamer took hold of the opening with both hands and stretched back very much and shouted “ GUM GUM SLINGSHOT TENFOLD!!!” and shot like a bullet and bounced off the walls for extra speed(therefore also copying the spring fruity, I may say). Then he noticed JJK stopping and bouncing off the ceiling, therefore landing beside him. A group of marines had come to stop them, and they were armed with flintlock guns. “ TROOPS…FIRE!” the marine head shouted as Progamer, in a nick of time, stretched himself to the four corners of the hallway, blocking JJK and Rex. The bullets bounced off and hit a great number of marines, and as he stretched back, he found that there was a canon incoming, and before anything happened, a cloaked figure came in front of Progamer and with the pole he had on his right hand he struck it hard which fires of neon orange and blue shot like a rocket and created a huge blast.

Then he swung around and faced the trio and said quickly, “ Brace for impact!!!” and he struck the ground with the pole and twisted the pole, and to the trio’s surprise, they lost his footing. They were falling and were having great difficulty seeing each other because of the wind they were facing. JJK focused, and to him, time slowed. And with his leopard form, he used his leg and bounced, and got Progamer and bounced off again and placed Rex by Progamer, and before he could get his hands on the stranger, he found himself facing the stranger. JJK was about to grab him, but the stranger became too fast and literally hit the leopard fingers of JJK with his stick, and therefore, of course, causing great pain to JJK. As they landed abruptly, Progamer stood up with his sword unsheathed.

“Pls, I beg u…don’t fight me, I just want to help you…,” the stranger said NOT in a helpless victim way. “Is that a threat…You just spawned out of nowhere, almost made us crash, and u want to help…I sense opposition,” Progamer said as he stepped on the ground hard with two of his swords unsheathed and held by his side. “If it pleases you, let me, comrade, fight…” the stranger said as another figure appeared before Progamer, ready to attack with the sickles he wielded, and as he brought closer to Progamer's face, Progamer blocked it with a spark of flames flying and made the figure step backward. The 2nd stranger had a cloak just like the first one, but it was brick red in colour. He held twin hooks which he played like nunchucks, only…deadlier. And at once he revealed huge wings behind his back.

“Huh…a Falcon user…” Progamer said as both of them disappeared and clashed their swords. The ground was vibrating, and soil and dirt were floating. Both of them broke off and clashed again and again and again until at one point the stranger with his wings flapped hard making Progamer loose ground and fly away and at that correct moment the falcon user with his hooks aimed down was about to kill Progamer when Progamer’s eyes turned red and the veins popped crazy over his and he disappeared instanly and appeared above the stranger with both of HIS sword aimed on him. And from the stranger's pov – it looked like a shadow figure with white deadly.

 At that correct moment, the third figure emerged from the shadows and, with white star-like eyes,  fast-paced steps, appeared between Progamer and the falcon user. He had white hair, brown skin, and had black horns coming from his forehead. He stepped onto the ground hard and brought the one sword that every person dreads…well, except JJK- the dark blade. As the two swords met, they created a huge sonic boom that made the falcon user fly high, and the first stranger covered his face from the dust. “Feisty, aren’t we ?” the figure said as he forced his blade onto Progamer’s. “WHO THE HELL R U!” Progamer said, not being the usual calm person everyone knows off he had veins popping everywhere, and his eyes seemed to glow with what we call bloodlust, and somehow he looked more worked up and was breathing very fast. The stranger with the darkblade said, “Oh, don’t worry…I'm just the boogyman!” as he launched Progamer back with a powerful slash. “Oh, don’t mind him…he is not from my crew, he is just an old friend… and btw my name is Max,” the pole user said as the person who knocked Progamer back put his dark blade with the two other blades he had in his side. JJK inspected him closely. The stranger had a black coat with white fur lining, which was also inspected at the ends of the pants. He had a fit body, and he didn’t mind showing it as he only wore the coat and no shirt, and for any cosmetics, he had a black chain which bore another black skull, and last but not least, he had three dark blades by his side. “ I prefer the term- rivals,” he said as he walked slowly. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw Progamer, and as he faced him fully, he saw that Progamer was one inch away from decapitating him, and his eyes were full of blood. He dodged it just in time, making Progamer crash downwards and being unconscious the 3rd time. As Progamer laid there with blank eyes, the stranger was about to leave when he noticed- Progamer was still holding the katana tightly…

" In the most desolate place

Where hope has no face

And shadows all reign supreme "

" Hope will glow bright

From those who shall fight

To achieve another's dream "

" Those who lived in the dark

And who cursed the monarchs

Who had chosen to live without hearts "

" Shall bring light once more

And fight for us our war

Then cleanse the shadows mark "

The man woke to an explosion that reminded him of what had stolen everything from him. He quickly donned his shirt and grey blazer, tying his tie somewhere in between. He placed a singular knife that gleamed an eerie purple light into a case before tucking it into his blazer's pocket. He didn't bother to turn a light on. He left without a word, leaving the small, dingy room exactly as he had found it. He stepped out into the weak light cast by the early morning sun and saw armed men bearing the signature mark of the Umbral Blades walk away from the direction of the explosion.

The man went to walk away, he had a destination, after all, and attracting unnecessary attention would be unwise, but remembered the silent promise he made to himself, the vow sealed by blood and tears.

He would kill every last one of them. He grabbed his knife, unsheathed it, and faced the men.

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CHAPTER ONE SOON

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It was 7:00pm on Wednesday, AKA tea time for Tiresias and Hermes. Hermes was late. Zeus gave him a last minute message to deliver, so it made him late. Tiresias, however, was not aware of this. So when an unknown being came into Tiresias’ cave/home at 7:03 on Wednesday night, he thought it was Hermes.

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“Hermes? Are you there?” Tiresias felt his way through the familiar cave walls to the entrance. And Tiresias really thought it was Hermes. How. (It was Hades). He let “Hermes” in, taking a seat on one of the pillow piles accompanying the mat with the tea and biscuits on it. 

“What's on your mind? You seem awfully quiet today…” Tiresias asked, reaching out to put his hand on Hades’ shoulder.

“Yes I’m fine Tiresias, just a little sick,” Hades said, using an excuse to cover up his deeper voice.

“Oh,” Tiresias said. “Well, I hope you feel better soon. What tea do you want? Maybe the tea could help.”

 Hades thought about what kind of tea Hermes actually liked. 

 “I’ll take the yellow tea,” Hades answered

“Yellow? Hm… something new I see! I bet you’ll like it, it's one of my favorites.” As Tiresias began pouring him a cup, Hades mulled over his recent life decisions.

“Here you are! Could you hand me the green tea? I can’t remember what the box feels like…” Hades nodded (BRO WHAT) and handed Tiresias the green tea box, careful to not let him feel his hands. 

 Hades sipped the tea as Tiresias started pouring himself a cup.

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“Hermes? I uhm…I have to tell you something…” Tiresias fidgeted with the now empty cup.

Oh damn this might’ve been a mistake, where is the real Hermes bro… Hades began to realize playing along might’ve not been the best of ideas.

“I…uh…I like you….a lot…” the words seemed to stumble out of Tiresias’ mouth. Hades nearly spit out his drink. He then had an amazing idea🤩. He’s been Hermes’ therapist for a while now and knows exactly what Hermes would say to this.

“I like you too.” (BRUH💔🥀.)

“W-what? Uh…oh gods I didn’t think this far,” Tiresias mumbled. His next actions were carried out almost as if Hermes had given him Holy Moly™. Tiresias reached up to hold “Hermes” face, cupping the sides of his face in his withered hands. His mind started to go blank, and he found himself leaning up to “Hermes”, lips brushing (slightly off center but give bro a break🫩) Hades also knew what Hermes would do in this situation. He closed the gap between them (WILD I KNOW.) And just as it happened, a special someone burst into the cave.

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“TIRESIAS?!” Hermes sprinted to his side and Tiresias pulled away from Hades, obviously very confused.

“Hermes? But you’re right here in my hands… b-but w-what…” Tiresias looked in the general direction of real Hermes, dropping his hands from Hades’ face.

“Hades?! Why are you- wh- wha- WHY ARE YOU KISSING TIRESIAS DAWLING?” Hermes yelled and jumped up.

“HADES?! YOU SAID YOU WERE HERMES! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY DISABILITY!” Tiresias also jumped up.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you would kiss me. Also, I knew if I didn’t play as Hermes, he would’ve never confessed back.” Hades stood, brushing dust off of his robe and began to walk out. Hermes looked at Tiresias. Tiresias looked at the wall behind Hermes. Confessed back????? What??? Hermes cupped Tiresias’ face in his hands.

“Tiresias? What is he talking about dawling??” Tiresias looked depressed (as always but extra depressed🫩)

“I uh… I like you Hermes, and by what Hades told us, you do too.” Tiresias was frozen still, holding his breath, waiting for Hermes’ reply.

“I-oh,” Hermes said. “I like you too dawling.” The air was heavy and thick as the pair stood, entangled in silence (I KNOW SO POETIC).

“So uh…are you gonna kiss me or what.”

“Oh. OH. YEAH.” Hermes leaned closer to him. Tiresias could feel his breath on his face. Time felt as if it had slowed down. Minds went blank, sounds were tuned out. The only thing Tiresias could hear was Hermes’ breathing (SUPER HEARING BCUZ HE BLIND IK). That’s it, Hermes couldn’t wait anymore. He closed the gap between them. He could feel Tiresias melting into him. Hermes stood on his toes, pressing his lips into the other’s. Tiresias wrapped his arms around Hermes’ waist, and Hermes laid his arms on Tiresias’ shoulders. Hermes dragged him to a pile of pillows (the couch), and toppled over him and onto the pillows. Hermes pulled his arms across him, and he could feel Tiresias giggle against his lips (heehee🥰🤩🤗😚 LIKE THAT UM ANYGAYS). The two of them rolled over to the other side of the couch. Across the room, Hades cleared his throat.

“I will take this as my cue to leave.” Hades turned and exited the cave, walking back to his castle.

Tiresias and Hermes looked at each other (well, Hermes did), embarrassed that Hades saw them doing all of that stuff. Tiresias started giggling. 

 “You want to keep going, dawling?” Hermes asked. His breath was hot on Tiresias's cheek.

 “Obviously. I bet you look really hot right now even though I can't see,” he said.

 “You really are a prophet, how did you know dawling?” Hermes was suddenly glad Tiresias couldn’t see his face. It was uh. Tomato red😋. Tiresias kissed Hermes again. And again. Again. Each time, the kisses became longer, harder, and more passionate. He didn’t want this moment to stop. 

“Tiresias, I love you.” Hermes said.

“You have no idea how much I have wanted to hear you say that.”

“Tiresias? I…I have to go dawling I’m sorry.” Tiresias looked at Hermes (at least in the general direction of  him💀).

“W-what? Hermes?” Hermes started to stand, and while walking away, he felt a tug at his clothes.

“N-no! Wait! Hermes, don’t-don’t leave- don’t leave me!”

“I’m sorry but I have a meeting…I… I’ll come back, I promise dawling.” Hermes left the room, and Tiresias was left alone. The warm feeling he had before had disappeared, the couch empty. He tried feeling around him, hoping that maybe Hermes was still there. He wasn’t. Tiresias could feel his eyes tearing up.

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“AH!! Hermes! You made it. I thought you would never leave the Underworld! What took you so long, anyway?"  Zeus’ voice boomed over the grand room of Mount Olympus.

 Because I didn't want to leave… “Oh, I was just… visiting a…friend…” Hermes rubbed his heel with his shoe, fidgeting with a leaf. 

 “You have friends?” Zeus looked skeptical. Most of the Olympians turned their heads at that. Apollo started laughing, causing everyone else to laugh too. Hermes could feel his face heating up.

 “Anyways– what did you have to tell me?” Hermes asked.

 “Ah, yes. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to get married? Extend the godly bloodline, you know? I know some ladies that you can marry.” Zeus smiled and winked at Hermes. 

 Hermes could feel his mood change as if he were a roller coaster. He liked the sound of that first part…but the last part…. He wasn’t sure if his dad would be happy with him being with a guy. (TALK ABOUT HOMOPHOBIC DAYUMMM!!)

 “I uh…had someone else in mind…” Hermes said, hiding his original dismay.

 “Really?” Zeus asked, skeptical but interested. “Who is she?”

“H- she’s um…a prophet. Her name is…Tiresias…?” Hermes didn’t think Zeus would believe his lies. He had to try though. He is the god of liars after all.

 “Tiresias, eh? Well, I can’t wait to meet her, when is she coming over?”

 “Coming ove-? Oh! How about uhm… tomorrow morning?” Hermes could feel the wings on his head and shoes start to flutter.

 “Ok then, go retrieve her.”

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 As Hermes was about to leave, Athena walked up to him. 

 “It’s a guy, isn’t it?” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

 “Wh-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about dawling! Heh…” Hermes said nervously.

 “Dont try to fool me, it’s obvious. I’m surprised Zeus didn’t realize.”

 “Oh, uh…”

 “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Athena said, going back to where she had come from. “You’re secret’s safe with me.” 

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Hermes crash landed just outside the entrance to Tiresias’ cave.

 “Hermes…?” Hermes could just barely hear the whimper from within the cave. His expression turned sad.

 “Yes, it’s really me, Tire dawling.” Hermes walked into the cave and scooped up Tiresias, carrying him bridal style in his arms.

 “Ah! Hermes! Put me down!” Tiresias started to wriggle around in his arms.

 “Dawling I have some good news…” Hermes explained to Tiresias how they were getting married because Zeus thought he was a girl.

 “Actually?! You’re joking aren’t you!” Tiresias was set down on the couch (tire’s broke ass can't afford a real couch so its a pile of pillows) once more. Hermes nodded.

 “I’m serious, I swear dawling,” Hermes knelt so that Tiresias could reach his lips. Tiresias immediately jumped into Hermes’ arms, wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing him.

 “Okay, just don’t leave me again…”

“You know that won't ever happen again. I bet you can see it in our future together, can’t you dawling?” Hermes said, taking down Tiresias’s hood. (THE RIZZ IS INSANE HELLO?)

 “Oh, gods, I love you.”

 “I love you too dawling.” Hermes wriggled against the cushions, positioning himself right next to Tiresias. Tiresias stood up, much to Hermes’ surprise, and walked away into another part of his cave home.

 “Tiresias?”

 “I’ll be right back.” Tiresias took off his robe, leaving him in a pair of fitted pants. Hermes was at the other side of the room drinking in the sight. (HERMES CAN YOU LOOK AWAY FROM HIM FOR A SECOND). Tiresias began to braid his hair, his nimble fingers weaving the strands of hair together. He learned how to braid his hair from Persephone, and he planned to ask her for some makeup so that he would look more feminine for the wedding. He moved onto his wardrobe and picked out the prettiest set of clothes he could find. He doubted Zeus would care enough to provide proper clothes.

 “Whatcha doin dawling?” Hermes was now laying with his head in his hands and his feet kicking slightly behind him.

 “Making myself look like a girl. I have a feeling Zeus would call off the whole wedding if I showed up looking like a boy.”

 “You look really hot either way dawling~” the words came out of Hermes’ mouth before he could comprehend what he was about to say. In the cracked mirror, he could see a deep shade of crimson appear over Tiresias’ cheeks.

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The next morning, Tiresias redid his braid and put on his fancy clothes, covering his non-female body (much to Hermes’ dismay he thinks he looks hot uM WHAT) and made a trip to Persephone to borrow some makeup.

 “Persephone, can I borrow some of your makeup?”

“Uh, sure? May I ask what for?”

 “Me and Hermes are uh. Getting married. And uh. Zeus doesn’t know I’m a guy.” Tiresias struggled to get his words out.

 “:O when is the wedding? Can I come?”

“Um, yes? Everyone is invited if they want to come.”

“AW YAY! I can’t wait to come! Here's the makeup, I'm gonna go get ready!” Persephone shoved an array of concealers and eyeshadows and other sparkly face things (BRO DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO USE MAKEUP) into his arms.

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Hermes waited for Tiresias to come back to the cave. He knew how to apply makeup to others, as he did Aphrodite’s all the time.

 “Hermes? I’m back…uh…do you happen to have any experience with makeup?” Tiresias tumbled into the cave, carrying a barrage of makeup products. 

 “Uh, yeah I do dawling! There, I’ll do it for you–” Hermes began to go through the pile of makeup products, carefully applying them to Tiresias’s face, doing it like he always did on Aphrodite so he looked like a girl.

 “How do I look?” Tiresias asked. Hermes exhaled, taking in the sight of genderbent Tiresias.

 “You look like a girl dawling. But like a really hot one.” Hermes couldn’t take his eyes off him (her?).

 “Heh. I guess that’s the point…now let's get going, we’re going to be late to our own wedding.” Tiresias hurried out of the cave, waiting for Hermes to fly them both to the scene of the wedding.

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 As Hermes and Tiresias neared mount Olympus, they could see (well, Hermes could) a crowd forming around a big stage-like platform. The platform was littered with flowers, pastel pink and blue petals scattered the ground as Zeus made his entrance. Athena spotted the pair first, alerting Zeus and the other Olympians. 

 “Hermes! You’re here!” (NO FRICK ITS HIS OWN WEDDING) Zeus said to him. Hermes waved. 

 “Okay now that everyone’s here, let’s start the ceremony already,” Aphrodite said.

 “WE GATHER HERE TODAY TO CELEBRATE THE MARRIDGE OF MY (idk what ppl do at weddings) DEAR SON AND HIS NEW WIFEE!!!” Zeus’ voice echoed among the halls of Mount Olympus. Apollo started playing romantic music as Hermes and Tiresias entered the stage.

 “Alight lets just get this over with so you two can enjoy some quality time together~” Aphrodite was standing between them both, witnessing their faces turn crimson

 “Hermes, do you take –what’s her name again– Tiresias as your wife?”

 “I-I do,” Hermes said, voice shaking.

 “And do you, Tiresias (weird name for a girl but ok), take Hermes as your husband?”

 “I do,” Tiresias gazed upon Hermes (what how (idk)).

 “Ok like kiss now💅!!!.” Aphrodite stepped back to let the two embrace each other.

Tiresias stepped to the side of Hermes, but Hermes caught him (her?) before he (she?) could walk past. He took his (her?) face in his hands and kissed her, leaning back on his toes to get…a better angle…(wHATTTTTTTT WHO SAID THAT).

 The crowd cheered, but they didn’t hear it, they were too wrapped up in their kissing to really notice anything else. Persephone grabbed Hades arm and started tearing up. Obviously very happy that her Underworld resident and frequent visitor got married. Hades knew a little too much to be quite as happy and oblivious as her though…

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The marriage had its perks, like Tiresias finally being able to stay up at Mount Olympus in Hermes’ newly renovated room. The space was huge, but the only spaces they used were the vanity, the couch, and the bed (ayo…). 

 Because pretty much everyone thought Tiresias was a girl, he had to dress as one much more often, especially when he was out and about. He didn’t mind, though. 

Currently, Hermes and Tiresias were occupying the bed, taking Aphrodite’s advice and spending “quality time” together. 

 “Hermes, I'm hungry.” Tiresias was currently sitting on top of Hermes (????), and suddenly got hungry.

 “Sure, what kind of food do you want dawling?” Hermes asked.

 “I don’t know, anything’s fine.”

 “Hmm, a fruit bowl?”

 “No.”

 “Wh- ok, how about a steak?”

 “No.”

“Didn’t you say anything’s fine, dawling?”

“OPTIONS, HERMES. I need OPTIONS.”

“Mac and cheese? With bread crumbs?”

 “YES!!” Hermes got up to get Tiresias his 5 star gourmet Mac and cheese with bread crumbs in a dinosaur bowl (AUTISM CHILD).

When Hermes entered the food hall and made his way to the Mac and Cheese, Athena eyed him skeptically before walking towards him.

 “It’s for your husband isn’t it?” Athena suddenly appeared beside Hermes, spooking him. “Want me to get the dinosaur bowl?”

 “W-oh!! ATHENA!! Yes please…” Hermes waited for Athena to come back with the bowl before he began scooping the Mac and Cheese into it.

 “All this food and he chooses Mac and Cheese?” Athena asks, questioning Tiresias’s food decisions.

 “I gave him other options but he wanted Mac and Cheese.” Hermes said, and left Athena puzzled in the food hall.

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“Tiresias! I’ve got your Mac and Cheese dawling!” Hermes entered the room to find Tiresias fast asleep on the huge Alaskan King sized bed, curled up in one of Hermes’ robes. The sight, to Hermes, was awfully cute (S I M P). He set the Mac and Cheese on a table near the couch, silently approaching the sleeping prophet. He watched as the prophet shivered, tightening his hold on the clothing. Hermes grabbed a blanket from a basket at the foot of the bed and laid it on top of Tiresias. Once he woke up, he wanted to ask him something.

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“Tiresias dawling?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you um… oh gods how do I say this like…uhh…”

“I think I know what you mean.”

“Do you wanna do it with me-” Hermes immediately wished he didn't say anything because he watched in real time as Tiresias’ suspicions were proved true and his jaw hit the floor.

“Hermes, I– not right now, I’m not really ready for it yet, sorry…”

“It’s okay, I understand…. So… wanna kiss or something…?” Hermes felt like he was just making the situation worse.

“Um…yeah ok…I’m fine with it really, I’m just…” Hermes just couldn’t take it anymore. The conversation completely failed. So he kissed Tiresias😋. Tiresias yelped in surprise, but returned the kiss shortly after. He took Hermes’ head in his hands and leaned down, causing Hermes to have to crane his neck up. Tiresias rolled over on top of Hermes, his legs pressed together, encased in Hermes’. Hermes’s hands slid down Tiresias’ back, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tiresias shed the shirt, throwing it to the floor. Hermes’ fingers combed through Tiresias’ hair, then travelled down his back to hold his waist. Tiresias ran his hands through Hermes’ hair, gently petting the feathers of the wings on his head. He kissed Hermes again, with more love that he’d been gatekeeping from when he confessed to Hermes (Hades).

 “Mmph, Tiresias…” Hermes adjusted his hands on Tiresias’ waist, and he brought his knees up to encase Tiresias’s torso as well. Tiresias shivered and brought his arms up to warm up his shoulders. Hermes took off his shirt and instead gave it to Tiresias. He took the shirt and slipped it on, looking down (BRUH HE CANT LOOK💔🥀) at Hermes. He bet he looked hot without his shirt. Tiresias what are you thinking? Stop thinking!!! Ughhh I wanna see him so bad… Tiresias shook off the thought and roughly kissed Hermes again. Hermes lifted his head and guided him to his lips, kissing him back hard.

 “Hah…how did a kiss…end up here…like this…?” Tiresias said between breaths of air.

 “I… don’t know dawling,” Hermes said. Tiresias flopped onto the bed beside Hermes, cuddling into his arm and quickly falling asleep. Hermes had a meeting with Zeus tomorrow morning…

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 “What did you want to talk to me about?” Hermes asked Zeus. 

 “So, you know what I said earlier about extending the godly family tree?” Zeus told him. 

 “Yeah?” Hermes knew where he was going with this.

 “Well, you’ve been married for a month already, when are you going to do that?” 

 “Okay, I’ll talk to hi-her,” Hermes said. 

 Hermes knew he had to find another way soon. He couldn’t possibly have children with Tiresias, it wasn’t biologically possible. Wait! He had an answer. One of his best friends Circe, was a witch, she could change Tiresias’ gender!

 Hermes set off to find Circe on her island. He knocked on her door and she answered. 

 “Hermes? What are you doing here?” she asked. Though they were friends, Hermes didn’t visit her often, and not without contacting her beforehand.

 “Circe I need your help.”

 “With what?”

 “Do you have any spells that, I don’t know, change your body?” Hermes asked.

 “I have plenty, what kind are you looking for?”

 “Do you have any spells that can turn a guy into a girl? Temporarily, I mean.”

 “What? I mean, yeah, I do, but wh-”

“Don’t ask, dawling.”

 “Uhhhh ok…? Here, gather me these ingredients from the woods and I’ll make you a little potion ;),” Circe handed Hermes a written list of random forest plants. Hermes gladly took the list and set off into the forest.

————

Hermes was flying towards Mount Olympus, potion in hand, mentally preparing himself to explain to Tiresias. He hadn’t seen his lover at all that day.

 “Tiresias! I have something for you!” Hermes said.

 “What is it?” Tiresias asked, walking up to Hermes. He was still wearing Hermes’ clothes. 

 “Well, you see this potion right dawling?” Hermes said.

 “Hermes you know I can’t see” Tiresias stared (turned his head in the general direction of Hermes).

“Oh. Yeah. Well ANYWAYS DAWLING, you know how my dad REALLY wants us to ‘extend the family tree’ or whatever but it’s not biologically possible?” Hermes dug around in his messenger bag to grab the potion, and Tiresias heard the mysterious sounds of liquid swirling.

“…yes?” Tiresias knew where this was going.

“Well I had Circe make a gender bending potion :3.”

“A what?”

“You heard me dawling.”

“So I’m gonna drink the genderbending potion, we’re gonna do it, then I’m gonna have your child?” Tiresias crossed his arms and his weight shifted.

“……yes.” Hermes unscrewed the cap of the potion. “Circe didn’t tell me how long this would take to take effect, but I think it’ll work…” He handed the potion to Tiresias.

“Well um um so while you were gone I had a vision that there were two children in the room with us and I was really confused but this explains it…” Tiresias took the potion and (drinked it? drunked it? Google docs are telling me that none of these words are right… DRANK IT THERE WE GO.) drank it. He finished the bottle and for a second he didn’t feel anything and then a wave of sour hit him and his nose scrunched up.

“Does it…taste…bad…dawling?” Hermes asked.

“It’s just sour.” Tiresias could then feel his body start to morph. Hermes had the misfortune of having to watch it in real time.

“Hermes…you aren’t gay, are you?” Tiresias asked. He didn’t want this whole thing to be in vain because Hermes wasn’t attracted to women.

“Not… completely… I’m omnisexual masculine preference.” Hermes fidgeted with the bottle cap in his hands.

“Good.” Tiresias felt a similar feeling to when he was a teenager and Hera turned him into a girl ‘cause he killed some snakes that were mating. Hermes didn’t have to know that though. It wasn’t long before he turned completely into a girl. The clothes that were originally on him (her?) did not fit, and he (she?) was desperately trying to get out of the fabric prison. Hermes just stared in disbelief.

“Dawling It…actually worked.” Hermes said, not quite processing the sight in front of him.

“Yeah no sh- ugh can you help me with this?” Tiresias was still wriggling in the clothes.

“Uh uh uh sure.” Hermes blushed profusely and helped Tiresias shed the outer layer of huge clothes. (DW HE HAD SMTH ON UNDERNEATH BCUZ HE GOT COLD). “I have a meeting with Zeus in 10 minutes I completely forgot!”

“What? Go! I’ll take care of myself.” Tiresias was already at the bureau feeling for clothes that could actually fit him. Hermes was on his way to see Zeus.

—————

“You wanted to see me (again🙄) father?” Hermes fluttered to the ground before Zeus’s grand throne.

“Yes, my son. Have you gotten your wife pr-” 

“Not yet father!”

“We’ll get to it! Come on!” Hermes nodded to his father and asked to be dismissed.

—————

When Hermes got back to his room, he found Tiresias feeling a book (raised letters? Man idk bro its braille)  in new clothes that actually fit his feminine body.

“I need more clothes that can fit me, these barely do.” Tiresias said, not moving his head from his intense focus on the book.

“Ok I’ll ask Athena.”

“Why Athena? She’s like the tallest one.” Little does Hermes know that Tiresias has some history with Athena…

“Because…she already knows you’re a guy. She promised not to tell anyone though dawling!”

Tiresias froze. She must’ve remembered me, Tiresias shook off the thought as Hermes left.

—————

 “Athena?” Hermes said, walking up to her.

 “What is it?”

 “Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”

 “Don’t you have your own clothes?”

 “Yeah but I need your clothes.”

  “Okay? Sure I guess,” Athena said, going into her closet and giving Hermes a pile of her clothes. It’s probably for Tiresias, I know their plan. Hermes got a potion from Circe to turn Tiresias into a girl… “Here you go.”

 “Thanks,” Hermes said, taking the clothes and walking out the door.

—————

 “Tiresias! I’m home dawling, and I brought you some clothes,” Hermes said, walking back into their room. Tiresias was still reading (feeling??) his book.

 Hermes handed him the clothes, and Tiresias put them on. They were a little too big on him but that was alright.

 “So, uh, dawling, you know what I said earlier about my dad wanting us to, you know-?” Hermes said.

 “Sure, Hermes just let me get into a more comfortable outfit,” Tiresias walked into his (her?) closet and came out wearing a baggy t-shirt and some shorts with little dinosaurs on them, and Hermes thought Tiresias looked so cute. 

 “Hermes, are you comfortable with this?” Tiresias asked, and Hermes thought about all of the times they had gotten close and how it had made him feel. 

 “Yeah.” (WIMP) Hermes leaned in closer to Tiresias, and Tiresias felt Hermes’ hot breath on his neck. He closed the distance between them because it felt like they were miles away from each other, Hermes held Tiresias' waist (which was surprisingly snatched- WHO SAID THAT) like it was the only thing keeping them together. Hermes pulled them both onto the bed. Tiresias’s heart was racing as Hermes tugged Tiresias shirt off. Tiresias kissed Hermes. Hermes kissed back. The trail of kisses led to a night of…excitement…little did they know Athena knew all about their plan.

————

“Hehe you’re beautiful dawling.”

“Thank you Hermes, but I believe we’re in the middle of something?”

“Oh yeah. Well you’re messing up my feathers dawling >:(.”

“Heh, sorry.”

————

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhermesss” Tiresias drawled, sitting up in bed. A sharp twinge of pain echoed through his lower back.

“Yeah?” Hermes also sat up, fixing his hair and feathers. He’d have to take a longer time to fix it (with his extensive hair care routine💅). 

“Where am I?” Tiresias asked, also not knowing what time of day or day of the week it was.

“Uh in my room dawling?” Hermes started to get out of bed to go fix his hair when he realized he didn’t have a shirt nor pants on 😳. He went to the wardrobe first, picking out a comfortable shirt and pants. Next stop, the bathroom, where he sorted out his hair and feather situation.

 “Are you leaving again?” Hermes felt a shuffle of bedsheets from behind him and felt a twinge of sadness.

 “Nodawling, ” Hermes said, turning around to face Tiresias. “I’m just fixing my hair.”

 “Oh, I’ll come too,” Tiresias got out of bed to find himself (herself?) in the same clothing situation as Hermes (GOD DAMN BRO WHAT DID THEY DO). Hermes found it funny that Tiresias’ whole face turned pink. 

“Athena’s clothes are by the door dawling,” Hermes pointed to a pile in the corner by the entrance. 

 Tiresias felt his way to the door and picked them up.

 “Hey Tire, I have a meeting with Zeus tomorrow, do you want to come?” Hermes asked, glancing towards him.

 “Again? Sure, I guess.” Tiresias was in the middle of pulling a cloak over his head, and Hermes walked over to help him. “I’m still a girl, so I guess it’s okay,” Tiresias and Hermes went to the vanity to fix themselves.

 “Oh, dawling, I’ve been wondering, what’s it like being a girl?” At that, Tiresias had to think. After being turned into a girl twice, he guessed he had some thoughts.

 “It’s alright I guess, it’s just different.”

 “So should I call you she or he or what–?” Hermes asked awkwardly.”

 “‘She’ in front of your family obviously, but I guess ‘he’ at other times? I mean, I’m still a guy. I think…. I mean, it changes sometimes, some days ‘he’, some days ‘they’, some days ‘she’,” Tiresias prepared himself to have to explain that to Hermes too.

 “Oh. Uh yeah. What does that mean?” Hermes rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his hair.

“It means like…. I don’t really know, to be honest (bruh),” Tiresias sighed and began to put on his crystal necklaces, adjusting the height on each so they were perfect.

———

The next morning, Tiresias awoke to Hermes arguing with someone at the door.

“…can’t bring her!”

“I’m gonna bring her, I don’t care if it’s a meeting for the gods!”

“Well she’ll have to wait outside!”

“She’s coming in and sitting with me! I don’t care what you say, Apollo!” With that, Hermes slammed the door on who Tiresias assumed was Apollo.

 “Hermes? Who were you talking to?” he asked, coming over to Hermes’ side.

 “Oh, uh, you heard that?” Hermes asked. He didn’t realize that Tiresias had been awake.

 “Yeah? You were being so loud, it woke me up.”

“OH! Yeah, sorry. I was arguing with Apollo.”

“Well don’t be so loud about it next time!” Tiresias pulled himself out of bed, again finding himself without a shirt (AGAIN?!). “When is the meeting again?”

“…20 minutes.”

“HERMES WHAT?! COULDN’T YOU HAVE WOKEN ME UP EARLIER?!” Tiresias jumped up and ran to the bathroom, brushing his hair violently. He washed his face and did his hair, putting on feminine makeup haphazardly, the usual necessities, in about 10 minutes. That left him 5 minutes to get changed into suitable clothing to go to a god’s meeting. Why didn’t Hermes wake him sooner? He took off his original clothes and changed into a simple chiton, a skirt, and a dark colored himation over top. 

“Ok, let’s go, we’ll be late. I don’t want people assuming what we do in the mornings.” Tiresias said, pulling Hermes out the door as his face flushed pink.

A tapestry of azure jewels levitating slowly, twinkling and glittering gently. The sea of gems cast a faint glow on the cool, obsidian floor. I brushed my hand against the ground. Cold, yet so comforting. The ghostly glow of the gems was strangely reassuring. Something’s off. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Hey guys! Everyday, I’ll TRY to post at least 1 chapter of my story - “The Inner Bloxer”

Here’s Chapter 1…

Chapter 1 - The Dawn

”Where… where am I?” Jon said, as he woke up, in a new world - as if it seems like he was in a dream.

”Boo.” a little, unscary creature came out, saying.

Jon’s heart skipped a beat. Though the creature did not look intimidating, everything happening around him intimidated him.

”Welcome to the land of Bloxy,” the creature continued, “Why are you here?.. Only creatures can come here..” As soon as Jon heard that, he was puzzled. “If only creatures could come in, why am I here?” He thought to himself.

Nonetheless, the creature brought him around. “Here, in the land of Bloxy, everyone has a Blox Fruit. Blox Fruits give you abilities.”

“Uhh, okay?..” Jon replied, with an ignorant face.

“Boom!” a loud, booming came. It was dawn, and the whole sky went black. The creature said, “Watch out.. Dawn is here.”

To be continued…

We won 2 games out a 8 and somehow made it to CIF, which is like where all the schools that did good go against each other and like my school kinda sucks nuts and stuff and like going against like other schools that have 400lb 8 feet tall guys is not fun and like basicly the coach is evil and stuff and like thankfully i left the team yk or gotta face like death yk

My childhood game bro😥

(Starting this 'what-if' off with the fact that I am human and I can't tolerate even 1 year of Blox Fruits brainrot and shitty updates. Anyways, the 'what-if' starts now.)

Mastavontastic woke up in the Bl*x Fr*ts chamber after he was betrayed by fellow users of the wiki due to his executions getting more brutal everyday. He looked around as he was just processing this however, but he saw no escape. So he had no choice but to stay here until he gets freed/frees himself.

He then walked around the chamber and saw that there was actually a lock that he missed, but he had no keys with him. The only other thing there was a computer that already had R*bl*x installed with the only game there being Bl*x Fr*ts and nothing else was there. Not even normal apps like Google or Steam which he always used was present there, only R*blx with the only game there being Bl*x Fr*ts. Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to play the game.

First Sea experience - "Man, this shit is garbage."

Second Sea experience - "Man, this shit is garbage with a little bit of toppings on the sides."

Third Sea experience - "This game is genuinely so ass... same gameplay loop and same pvp loops all over again for all seas in general..."

Masta then decided to get off the computer to search for a solution to get out of this damned place already. He hadn't noticed that 16 hours had already passed ever since he finished Bl*x Fr*ts as of now. But he still decided to look for anything to use as a key for that lock he saw; but he was getting tired himself, however. He decided to sleep on the cold floor that night or day for now.

(i swear to god if people ask me to make a part two of this abyssmal dogshit)

The Temple of Time is not merely a physical space but a nexus between the present and the past, where the boundaries of time blur. Only those who have proven themselves worthy and completed the trials can unlock the secrets of the Ancient Clock, reclaiming the ancient powers of their ancestors.

At the heart of the temple lies the Timeless Stairs, a mystical staircase that ascends in a seemingly endless climb, leading upwards through the temple's towering interior. While the stair appears to stretch infinitely, they actually end at the Ancient Clock-a colossal, ornate timepiece that ticks with the rhythm of eternity. The Ancient Clock is more than just a timekeeping device; it is a conduit to the past, a mechanism that allows the worthy to reconnect with the ancient powers of their ancestors.

Each race must face their own trial, a test that not only challenges their physical and mental limits but also their connection to their ancestral heritage. These trials are designed to bring out the essence of each race's unique strengths and history, and they require not only individual prowess but also unity among the different races to succeed.

Human - Trial of Strength: Within the Trial of Strength, challengers are transported to a vast chamber where a formidable warrior from ancient times awaits. This trial is a test of sheer power and resolve, challenging participants to draw upon the raw strength that lies within their lineage. The encounter is a representation of humanity's unyielding spirit, forged through countless battles and struggles. Those who succeed prove their worthiness to reclaim the might of their ancestors.

Shark - Trial of Water: The Trial of Water immerses challengers in a vast underwater expanse, where the remnants of sunken ships and ancient ruins serve as a silent testament of the passage of time. Within these depths, a monstrous aquatic creature emerges, embodying the primal power of the seas. The trial tests the Shark's connection to the ocean, pushing them to adapt to the water's embrace and overcome the creature that guards their ancestral power.

Rabbit - Trial of Speed: Entering the Trial of Speed, challengers find themselves in a labyrinthine maze, its dark corridors twisting and turning in a confounding dance. This trial is not only about swiftness of foot but also clarity of mind, requiring participants to navigate the maze's complexities with precision and quick thinking. It reflects the ancient Rabbit race's natural agility and their unparalleled ability to maneuver through any challenge with lightning speed.

Angel - Trial of the King: High above the earth, in the skies where the air is thin and the clouds form a delicate path, lies the Trial of the King. This trial takes the form a treacherous obstacle course where each step is a leap of faith. The clouds, some steady, some fleeting, test the participant's grace and determination. It is a trial of balance, leadership, and royal wisdom, echoing the divine heritage of the Angel race, where only the worthy can ascend to reclaim their birthright.

Ghoul - Trial of Carnage: The Trial of Carnage thrusts challengers into a grim arena, where the echoes of ancient battles still linger in the air. Here, waves of twisted and relentless foes surge forward, each embodying the savage instincts and dark powers of the past. This trial is a crucible of combat, where only those who can embrace their inner ferocity and maintain control can emerge victorious, proving themselves worthy of the Ghoul's ancient power.

Cyborg - Trial of The Machine: The Trial of The Machine transports challengers to a cold, metallic chamber filled with the hum of ancient machinery. The environment is hostile, with dangers that test the participant's agility and resourcefulness. This trial embodies the Cyborg's ancient connection to technology, where survival depends on one's ability to navigate and adapt to the relentless, mechanical challenges. It is a testament to their resilience and their ability to harmonize with the machine.

Upon completing these trials, the participants stand before the Ancient Clock, where the powers of the past are bestowed upon them. These powers, once thought lost to time, are now theirs to wield, a reminder that the past is never truly gone-it lives on in those who are wil

ling to claim it.

Il Tempio del Tempo non è semplicemente uno spazio fisico, ma un nesso tra presente e passato, dove i confini del tempo si confondono. Solo coloro che si sono dimostrati degni e hanno completato le prove possono svelare i segreti dell'Antico Orologio , recuperando gli antichi poteri dei loro antenati.

Nel cuore del tempio si trovano le Scale Senza Tempo , una scala mistica che sale in una salita apparentemente infinita, conducendo verso l'alto attraverso l'imponente interno del tempio. Sebbene la scala sembri estendersi all'infinito, in realtà termina all'Antico Orologio, un colossale e ornato orologio che ticchetta al ritmo dell'eternità. L'Antico Orologio è più di un semplice dispositivo di misurazione del tempo; è un canale verso il passato, un meccanismo che permette a chi ne è degno di riconnettersi con gli antichi poteri dei propri antenati.

Ogni razza deve affrontare la propria prova, una prova che non solo mette alla prova i propri limiti fisici e mentali, ma anche il legame con la propria tradizione ancestrale. Queste prove sono progettate per far emergere l'essenza dei punti di forza e della storia unici di ogni razza, e richiedono non solo abilità individuali, ma anche unità tra le diverse razze per avere successo.

Umani - Prova di Forza: Durante la Prova di Forza, gli sfidanti vengono trasportati in una vasta sala dove li attende un formidabile guerriero dei tempi antichi. Questa prova è una prova di pura potenza e determinazione, che sfida i partecipanti ad attingere alla forza bruta che risiede nella loro discendenza. L'incontro è una rappresentazione dello spirito incrollabile dell'umanità, forgiato attraverso innumerevoli battaglie e lotte. Coloro che vincono dimostrano il loro valore per rivendicare la potenza dei loro antenati.

Squalo - Prova dell'Acqua: La Prova dell'Acqua immerge i giocatori in una vasta distesa sottomarina, dove i resti di navi affondate e antiche rovine fungono da silenziosa testimonianza del passare del tempo. In queste profondità, emerge una mostruosa creatura acquatica, incarnazione del potere primordiale dei mari. La prova mette alla prova il legame dello Squalo con l'oceano, spingendolo ad adattarsi all'abbraccio dell'acqua e a sconfiggere la creatura che custodisce il suo potere ancestrale.

Coniglio - Prova di Velocità: Affrontando la Prova di Velocità, gli sfidanti si ritrovano in un labirinto, i cui corridoi bui si intrecciano e si snodano in una danza sconcertante. Questa prova non richiede solo velocità di movimento, ma anche lucidità mentale, e richiede ai partecipanti di orientarsi tra le complessità del labirinto con precisione e rapidità di pensiero. Riflette l'agilità naturale dell'antica razza del Coniglio e la sua impareggiabile capacità di superare qualsiasi sfida alla velocità della luce.

Angelo - Prova del Re: In alto sopra la terra, nei cieli dove l'aria è rarefatta e le nuvole formano un delicato sentiero, si trova la Prova del Re. Questa prova assume la forma di un insidioso percorso a ostacoli in cui ogni passo è un atto di fede. Le nuvole, alcune fisse, altre fugaci, mettono alla prova la grazia e la determinazione del partecipante. È una prova di equilibrio, leadership e saggezza regale, che riecheggia l'eredità divina della razza angelica, dove solo i degni possono ascendere per reclamare il loro diritto di nascita.

Ghoul - Prova della Carneficina: La Prova della Carneficina catapulta gli sfidanti in un'arena tetra, dove gli echi di antiche battaglie aleggiano ancora nell'aria. Qui, ondate di nemici contorti e implacabili si lanciano in avanti, ognuno incarnando gli istinti selvaggi e i poteri oscuri del passato. Questa prova è un crogiolo di combattimenti, dove solo coloro che riescono ad abbracciare la propria ferocia interiore e a mantenere il controllo possono emergere vittoriosi, dimostrandosi degni dell'antico potere del Ghoul.

Cyborg - Prova della Macchina: La Prova della Macchina trasporta gli sfidanti in una fredda camera metallica, pervasa dal ronzio di antichi macchinari. L'ambiente è ostile, con pericoli che mettono alla prova l'agilità e l'intraprendenza dei partecipanti. Questa prova incarna l'antico legame dei Cyborg con la tecnologia, dove la sopravvivenza dipende dalla capacità di affrontare e adattarsi alle incessanti sfide meccaniche. È una testimonianza della loro resilienza e della loro capacità di armonizzarsi con la macchina.

Dopo aver completato queste prove, i partecipanti si trovano di fronte all'Antico Orologio, dove vengono conferiti loro i poteri del passato. Questi poteri, un tempo ritenuti perduti nel tempo, ora sono a loro disposizione, a ricordare che il passato non è mai veramente scomparso: continua a vivere in coloro che sono disposti a rivendicarlo.

That's how I became today's me, so,

@Eggdemolisher , commander, you should read this or smth idk?

I woke up in this morning, happy and cheerful, and went downstairs from my room to kitchen. It was my 12th birthday! I waited much presents today! Yesterday... it was scary. Alright, it should be fun to say it to my parents!

-Daddy, Mom! I woke up!..

My father's corpse, dismembered and torn to shreds, lying near the table. His eyes were opened, with infinite fear in them. His left arm was accurately lying under his head, like a pillow.

"I haven't enough time to say... Why they are? Why not me? Mom!"

A giant slime cube, made of mysterious and terrible mass, was standing in the kitchen. Sobbing, I rushed to him, and started rapidly dig it up, thinking about who could do it:

SCP Fond? I just had met one of them, what for? It is... Something slimy and wet.

-Mom! Are you here?! Mom, say something!

I took my mother from slimy cube, suffocating and slimy. But alive!

-Mom, Mom, Mom?! Are you ok? How are you?! Do you need something?!

-A-all is okay, son. Thank you...

Mom felt asleep. I took her to sofa, sit near and started thinking.

"It looks like SCP Fond released their anomaly object. It is not Able. Able should only kill them, and SCP-096 too. Not Statue, because I also now should be dead if it is. I... I don't know! What is it! I haven't any information about slime-making objects. Looks like Operatives did it. But this slime... It is ominous. Maybe, something else... I don't know. Anyway, I should burn down the house, it It'll give me away if I will leave it. But well, what's the difference? Alright. I will just run away, I need to find them... Wait, where is Gyro? He was sleeping in his cabin last time I saw. Alright, go out"

I called Gyro, and, wagging his tail, he ran to the kitchen.

-Gyro, do you want to go out for a time? Yes, of course you want, let's go!

Mom, don't wait me this year!

That's how it all started.

Yes its bad on begin.

PRELUDE:

𝙱𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝:

█ ✪ █▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█ ✪ █

𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔, 25'th 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟽

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Moderate descriptions of injuries, blood, pain and death. Some my find this disturbing. Also there is cursing.

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" No matter how fast you are, you can't outrun your actions. "

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It was Christmas morning. James Jokujan woke with the normal enthusiasm of a child on such an important day. He had lain awake almost all night, unable to sleep from the excitement. He awoke with a bright smile, flashing all his small teeth. He had lived through six Christmas mornings, so he knew how it went by now. It was his favorite day of the year. He ran out of his room, down the spiral stairs to the loungeroom and through the hallway to his mother and fathers' room, where they were pretending to sleep. It was part of the family's ritual. Kane Jokujan and Amelia Jokujan had both devised it two years ago. They would pretend to sleep purely to annoy the daylights out of their son. He hit their room like a storm.

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up, it's CHRISTMAAS!" He shouted, drawing out the last word.

He leaped onto their bed and jumped on them. Both of them continued pretending to sleep.

Their son persisted.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" He chanted, timing each chant of 'up' with when his knees hit his dad. Then he alternated to his mom and jumped, but before he hit her, his fathers strong hands caught him, pulled him away and laid him down before tickling him. His father made a mock evil laughing noise as they tickled him before picking up James, laying him over his shoulder, and springing out of bed energetically. Amelia woke up as well, smiling.

James' gaze lingered on that brilliantly bright smile for a moment, taking in every aspect of it. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to him, easily topping sunsets and cities with neon lights that glared through the night. He could stare at it all day.

Then, he tore his eyes away, duty called. He ran his son out to the tree and placed him down, ruffling his jet black hair. The sun glared in from the large conglomeration of glass panels on the roof, lighting up the room with the best light there is. His son waited on the black lounge, almost vibrating with energy. James didn't like waiting, but his mother had to give him the green light before he could open the presents, that was the rule.

"Mommy! Hurry uupp!" He elongated the last word to emphasize it.

His mother then slowed her pace down to an exaggeratedly slow trod. James made a noise of annoyance and rolled around all over the couch. He felt like he was about to explode. When his mother finally reached the loungeroom, she laughed slightly at James' reaction. She then, after waiting a while, said the words her son had waited to hear all morning. As he tore through his present, Amelia moved to go to the kitchen and get breakfast ready, but Kane stopped her.

"Nah, let me do it this time. I'm not that bad of a cook you know. I can handle bacon and eggs." He said, exasperatedly.

"You sure?" Amelia asked

"Last time you offered to make me coffee you burnt the water." Amelia said with a smile.

It was a joke between the two. Kane had put an excessive amount of coffee into the water that made it look and taste like charcoal.

"I'm sure. Let me do this for you. Anyway, if you'll do it, James will want to help, and he's no great shakes with the toaster."

As he walked off, he noticed an odd sound. His clock seemed louder than usual. Maybe it was just his senses playing up on him. In times past, it had been this skill that had saved his life more than once. Yet, as he walked off, his heart gave a jolt.

There was a second tick, only slightly delayed from the clock. The most tiny fraction of a seconds difference. He opened his mouth to shout to his family, warn them. He sensed the danger, the raw danger, and then the world turned to light and ash. His eardrums were filled with the loudest noise he had ever heard. An explosion ripped the expensive house apart and collapsed it and James was thrown backwards into a wall. He slammed into it, but subconsciously he tensed every muscle in his body to their limit. It was due to training that he did this, and the impact with a wall that would normally have killed a man, barely even hurt him. The same could not be said for his family. The weight of the building collapsed onto them after the initial explosion, which already blazed hard enough to give them severe third-degree burns. The shrapnel from the wall blasted directly at them. Kane immediately rose and grabbed a handful of knives that had been in the drawer before it collapsed from the vibrations. He ran out and saw two men. The first one walked in cautiously, and, as head said triumphantly:

"We got them!"

He had his head split in two by a cleaver flying at an unbelievable speed. The cleaver then buried itself in a tree after going straight through the man's helmet and armor. The next three knives were immediately on their way, each burying themselves into all the remaining men. They had sent four, and only four, to take him out? But before the confusion could kick in, he sprinted at the rubble tearing it apart, looking for his family, praying to the god he didn't believe in that they had survived, promising hell if they weren't. He found a sight that made him freeze. Mangled limbs and plastic along with parts of the tree. His eyes broke. But he couldn't give up hope, she might still be alive. He searched, ripping through sharp rocks and red hot metal, tearing his fingers apart. Blood ran down his fingers. Flesh and bone was showing, tattered and torn. He persisted. Then he found her. Her beautiful face scratched and ripped and coated in blood. She was still alive, but barely. She had been pierced in her left shoulder and in her stomach by shrapnel and she had severe burns. He stared into her eyes, and, for the first time in 12 years, he cried. He let loose a raw, primal scream and buried his head in her neck before staring into her eyes once more, grabbing her hand. She, once more, gave him a smile, and, with great effort, spoke her final words, naught more than a whisper.

" Hold.. my. hand."

And then, with one final look into his eyes:

" I love you."

Then, in a way that was all too familiar to Kane, the light faded from her eyes. He screamed, rage and grief tearing through the air in their purest form. He cursed God and he cursed fate. He slammed his hand into the ground, cracking it and creating a small crater.

" FUUUCK! DAMN IT! DAMN IIT! AHHHHH! "

And then, as he yelled his rage to the world itself, he remembered a voice from ages past telling him:

" You can run from us, you can run from the law, but you will never outrun your past. If you think you can just... blast your problems away... you're wrong. You're tied to us by chains of flame and ropes of blood. No matter how hard you tug, no matter how hard you fight, you will never escape..."

His screams stopped; his tears halted. He knew now, what must happen. He understood, with a crystal clarity, that there was only one thing to be done. Vengeance would rain down upon them in streaks of fire, the same fire that had burned away his world.

There would be blood, there would be pain, and there would be chaos. He would make sure of it.

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Chapter needs to drop.

• 26 Years since Empyrean Collapse, December 22, Blackaster Estate (Altair) (Interviewer's record, moderately dramatized for viewer consumption)

The door swings open, and a girl bounds through, the boy behind her trudging in. She beams at her mother, a hug. "Urgh... I missed ya. It's so dull, you can't call..." She laughs, and her mother laughs too, and all is warm for a few minutes.

Elia closes the door behind them. "It's like you two are getting married, really." His smile is less bright than his sister's, but he hugs his mother all the same. He tries to pull away after a few seconds, before his mother's voice drops, and she whispers, "I heard you've been having trouble in school recently. We'll talk about it in a bit." Then, she releases him, and all is warm again.

All except the smile on his face.

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"So!" Alba pours each a cup of hot chocolate. "I heard Rei's stopping by." She tosses in a marshmallow each, sneaking one into her mouth. Her mother gives her a pointed look. "Yes, she is. So's your elder brother. Isn't that nice?" She takes a sip of hers before sighing. Alba, noticing the expression on her mother's face, walks over to her. "We... Uh. We all miss dad. Alright? It's..."

The room is quiet. Then, there's a knock. Two. Three. And then arguing.

"Oi, you really don't need to knock that hard, the holly's fallen off-"

"Oh, stuff it. Look, I can pick it up and put it back just fine!"

"Yeah, but you flashed-" The door opens. Rin and Rei are bickering. Rei smiles sweetly. "Hi, mom." Rin, caught in a corner, waves. They both crush her in a hug, before bringing in the bags of gifts.

A very, so merry time of year indeed.

Why does a common fire have so much power?

• Later that night, 1:06 AM.

Nearly everybody is tucked in. Alba, finally exhausted from her attempts to peek at her gifts, crashes in her bed. Rei decides to turn in early after getting sloshed on hard apple cider. Rin and Iris are sharing warm milk on the porch.

"I always wonder, you know. Whether I should just step down as Azure's head." He sighs. His mother merely nods. "Everybody gets that at some point. Means you're getting old, y'know?" She laughs. "I don't mind it, either. Less a chance for my son to end up as a corpse."

"Yeah, but that's not really the point." He waves his arms, throwing them up in surrender. "Every day, I feel like work just blurs by and I end up in my room again at night wondering what the hell just happened. I'm not even dealing with Wraiths." He sighs."Yeah, maybe you're right. Hisoka probably had the right idea of finding somewhere less life threatening."

It's at this moment he notices El peeking through the cracked open door. He promptly shoots him on the spot: "Hey, El. Wanna sit out here?"

Sure enough, he's roped into it. He sits for a good fifteen minutes until Iris remembers she needs to lay into him over grades. "Oh, yeah. El, you need to take breaks." She grabs his shoulders, forcing him to face her. "Eyes over here, bud. This isn't a 100% a lecture." Rin quietly sips his milk, eyeing him. Iris smiles. "Teachers said you were studying pretty hard. One mentioned you woke up with mirror of a textbook on your face. I get you want to pass, but you need to be able to take care of yourself or you'll be dead by the end of it. Got it?" She squeezes his shoulder lovingly and lets him sit back down. Rin laughs. "Here I thought you were going to get laid into the ground in front of me. Working hard, huh?" He laughs.

El doesn't comment on it. He stares in front of him, at the hill in the yard with the firepit on it. "Yeah. You could say that, I guess." He downs his milk. "Ma. Would it be okay if I lit up the firepit?"

She shakes her head. "Too late. Maybe tomorrow."

He nods, before wishing both a good night, putting his cup in the sink and going to bed.

• The Room He Hates

"What's the point of all this again?" The teen slumps down in his chair. "You know it just makes it hurt. It doesn't help."

The interviewer raises an eyebrow. "You need to do it. You're changing hospitals and all."

...

"The pain meds."

"You took them two hours ago."

The boy scowls, before continuing.

• December 25th (Interviewer's record, moderately dramatized for viewer consumption)

Christmas Day.

"And this one, here... Oh, hey, you heard that?!" Alba's beaming, innocent as always. It's become a game among Rin and Rei to see what gets the most over-the-top reaction out of her. This time, they've gone between twenty dollars up front, a box of kolaches (which are being reheated), escalating all the way to a bra, a broken cassette recorder, three bottles of fart spray and a book older than everybody present. Aside from the questionable gifts, there are real ones. Phones, money, clothes. Lots of clothes. None of the kids want for toys anymore.

El's in the corner, watching his sister's increasingly agitated reactions to everything visible. "Where do you guys even get half this stuff?"

Rin snorts. "We have our sources."

Rei laughs quietly. "How old are those kolaches? They were rock hard."

"I just bought them. I left em outside to freeze." He chuckles. "Alba, that's all the joke gifts. You can stop."

Her gaze snaps to him and he flinches, before she laughs. "How old's the encyclopedia?"

He fumbles for his composure, before smirking. "150. Found it in an antique store."

Iris, who's on her third cup of coffee, yawns. "How do you have the energy to do this...? It's eight..." She takes another hefty swig. Rin sighs. "I'm going to sleep after we're done. Until lunch. Maybe dinner." Rei jabs at him for sleeping late, and they both laugh.

El's already placed all of his presents among his actual things. He seems moderately happy.

Then, another knock at the door.

Two letters slide under the door, titled with "PENTINGHOUSE" in big, bold letters, and another pair slides under, each titled "DAYTON". One from each pair is addressed to "Blackaster, Alba" and the other to "Blackaster, Elia."

Iris sighs. "Oh, boy."

Alba practically yells her way over to the letters, picking all four up and handing El's letters to El. "It's time, it's time...."

...

"Yeah, no, I can't. I'm not continuing."

• The Room He Hates

"No. Flat out. No. Too painful. I don't care." He stops, reaching several times for the bottle of water in front of him, finally grasping it and uncorking it.

The interviewer sets his pen down. "Listen, with all due respect, Mr. Blackaster, we cannot continue until the report is finished. You need to say it, so the qua- psychs and the doctors can-"

"Well, fuck them." He takes several gulps of water, scowling when he realizes the bottle holder is on the left. He sets his bottle on the ground. "I'm already living through hell, anyways. Why don't you ask her?"

The interviewer sighs. "I'll vouch you in for some sleeping pills each week, depending. Okay? But we need to hear every detail."

The teen considers it for a minute. "Fine."

• That Fucking Day

I can't tell the next part unbiased. I made it sound like somebody else was telling it for the last parts like some sort of shitty story, but I can't really do that here, I think you got the picture, though. Never was good at telling stories, ran outta breath and went off topic. Main reason my Social Studies grades were so low, Mr. Holloway made us do presentations every quarter...

Where was I?

Everybody was holding their breath. We already opened "PENTINGHOUSE", that was our report cards. Hers was perfect, mine was, uh, less than perfect. There weren't any red marks, though, thank God. Not sure if that's relevant... Uh, you might want to cut this part out?

Back on track. In movies, you'd see radiant light from each, and I imagine that. If it was, then hers is gold, right? Mine was being opened at the same time, but I didn't see the lack of luster. I just heard her squeal with excitement while I saw the words, "Thank you for your interest." I opened mine a bit further while everybody was crowded around her. Rest of it said " Yadda yadda yadda, formal terms for "pound sand", "We regret to inform you." I stopped reading after that one. I just went up to the hill and stayed there. I remember Alba calling once or twice. I just had the bloody letter in hand most the time.

Then Rin brought up lumber, gas, a lighter, and clapped me on the back. He didn't need to speak, that alone was enough. I wonder if he'll visit next time he's off.

Anyways. Night. I torched the wood, obviously. Kept the letter. Legal something, or whatever, told me not to burn it, and I'd need to give it to ma for her to shout at me.

I don't remember what time it was, but I remember wondering why the flame had a shadow.

I didn't notice until after, but there were tracks. It was sitting on the opposite side, and I was leaning, that's probably why it took so long.

Well, it figured out I was there.

I distinctly remember it leaping through. I thought it was a cat. Then, it scratched, and it burned.

You can't describe that kind of pain.

You want me to try? Uh, all this crap can be seen by the psychs, right?

...

Yeah, alright, fine. Graphic terms it is. They're not gonna straitjacket me over this one.

It's like somebody had fishing hooks under your skin you couldn't feel. They didn't hurt before this, but they'll burn soon. They're filled with poison and break off when they pull. Now, imagine your mother beating you with a stick, and she's working with a cat holding a bullwhip in its mouth. She takes a rod to your chest, and the fishing hooks there break. Then, she takes more to your hands, legs, and everywhere else, while the cat is going berserk. Satan is standing over you sprinkling salt like a chef into each wound, pours alcohol on each one, and then burns it shut.

Then, half your sight goes, and it's over. Except it hurts all over. Still does.

They didn't find me until morning, half buried in the snow. They said I was still holding the letter with a death grip.

• The Room He Hates

"Yeah. That's pretty much it." A laugh without light. "That's... That's all that happened in Christmas Day. Taken to a hospital that couldn't treat wounds. They lopped off most of my left side because of frostbite. I still try reaching for stuff sometimes and then I realize, well. That was how I found out, too. I tried reaching for a glass of water, and... " He waves his one good arm, on the verge of crying. "Shittiest day of my life and they tell me they can't do anything for the pain, nobody can do anything for the pain, and that it'll be like this for the rest of my now very short life. Fucking dicks." His tears are streaming. He wipes them off with his right hand. "Almost blind, can't taste or smell, in agony. They tell me the only valid hospital is in Dawn, which is fuck-all away from any body who cares about me. They finally move me here, and I'm in paperwork hell."

The interviewer can't really say much.

He just quietly hands El another water, and sighs. "Thank you for your time. Mr. Blackaster. I... I think that's all." He shakes his hand and leaves.

• Interview: Alba, Rin, Rei, and Irene (Iris) Blackaster (Interviewer Abbey Richards), June 27th of the same year.

Note: Interviewer is different. Michael L. Diallo, Elia's interviewer, was not present as he had a family emergency.

Transcript:

Abbey: I'll open this one up broadly. How was he in general?

Rin: Quiet.

Rei: Kept to himself a lot.

Iris: He enjoyed reading, but he didn't do much else.

Alba: Busy.

Rin: Really?

Abbey: Alright. Hold, you three. (Referring to Iris) Can you elaborate?

Iris: He had a wonderful imagination. He stopped drawing as a kid, but he always read. During the times he came back, he would always ask for recommendations. It was a form of escapism and entertainment for him, I think- he always asked for fiction. He wasn't always this angry.

(Silence interrupted by Abbey writing for approximately half a minute.)

Abbey: Thank you, Iris. Rin, could you-

Rin: He never spoke much. If he did, it was either a sarcastic remark or it was the shortest answer to whatever you asked him with. He'd nearly never lie about "How's your day", though.

Abbey: What was the normal answer?

Rin: "Stressful, busy." One or both. Pentinghouse is a hell of a place, boarding school and all.

Rei: That's only if you could ever nab him, though. Only reason I was able to get into his and Alba's room so much was because they shared it and neither could lock.

Abbey: Alright. Now, Alba, about the "busy..."

Alba: He... Uh, Ma, can I?

(Iris nods.)

Alba: His grades sucked. Flat out. He got teased a decent bit since it's a boarding school full of kids that still think sex jokes are funny. Especially because. So, he worked himself to the bone to try and compensate, and it mostly worked. I think he might've also envied me a bit.

(Abbey notes down the above.)

Abbey: Mind elaborating on the "Envying you" part?

Alba: I feel like a dick.

Rin: Language. Ma's here.

(Iris waves him off.)

Iris: Its fine this once. It's a hard topic.

Alba: He didn't have friends, got picked on especially in gym class, and was teased for failing. I didn't have either.

(Silence again. Alba sighs once while Abbey writes.)

Iris: He took Halley's disappearance the worst. Halley was the only one who talked to him in depth. He helped to build the firepit on the hill for him, actually. Designed it to make the vortex and all. He helped El through homework and told crappy jokes that got him to laugh.

(Silence. Iris increases her grip on Alba and Rin's hand.)

Abbey: Is there anything else we might want to know?

Rin: He doesn't like loud noises. And he hates being in cramped places. He likes rainy days, too.

Rei: El likes the Wanderer's Trek series, if you could.

Iris: He has to have a pillow to hug while he sleeps or it's more difficult.

Alba: He likes sparkling apple juice. It's his favorite. I know he can't, but if-

(She stops. There's tears in all their eyes. Abbey looks down.)

Abbey: Thank you for your time.

Conclude: 13:15-13:27 PM, June 27th, 297.

Final notes on Elia Blackaster:

He has a disdain for the hospital staff. To be more specific, he treats them with respect, but will usually end his sentences with a request asking the attending to leave (unless attending is actively doing something of import.). However, he treats the aide assigned to him like a friend, yet refuses to accept any other aides.

His mood soured significantly on seeing the remnants of a discharge celebration. Please place his room somewhere away from the main hall.

His condition results in him being nearly blind, requiring an aide to move around. It's not suggested he leave his room for more than three hours a day, and he is only allowed to spend an hour in the gardens a day.

His pain medication as well as his Wraith wound medication should be given every six hours, whether orally or via IV.

He cannot be fed normally, and requires an IV.

He has made several requests for either audiobook tracks or books from various series, including Wanderer's Trek and Cornerlight. Some are still pending, but he has been given a device to allow for such, and a few tracks and books have been given.

He will frequently request to try food. Please do not let him. He physically cannot swallow it, and the risk of choking is extremely high.

Keep far away from patients with infectious diseases, as per protocol.

He's been assigned counseling twice a week as a result of Michael's interview and Abbey's notes.

He enjoys compliments. This may become an issue down the line.

He may have nightmares.

On Diallo's request, sleeping pills have been given to the aide, precisely one daily. They are to administer this to Elia whenever he decides he wants to sleep. One every 24 hours, no exceptions. Schedule may be changed if there is surgery to be done or if it conflicts with other medication.

P.S. Breaking formality here, but you're the only aide he'll let stay in the same room as him, and he'll stuff his complaints when you're in the room. Do you mind telling the others how you got close to him? - Natasha.

(The response): He's lonely. He doesn't like the prospect of someone leaving, that's all. -Lucia.

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Re: Staff Viewing of Files

To: Benjamin Henrickson, MD

From: Michael L. Diallo

This is a more informal email coming from me as a person and not my business account, as is standard.

It's come to my knowledge that Elia Blackaster's file (or a dramatized version of it) has been spread around by the staff. Please take measures to ensure the file's security, there is no medical record there that the nurses and aides cannot access from the computer. Also, to be blunt, it's disrespectful to him and the nurses should mind their own damn business.

There's more interesting gossip to be heard watching trashy Saturday night television than gawking at a boy who clearly wants to be left alone.

Only the psychs and you personally should be able to see the file. I'm doing my best to forget what I heard.

Sincerely,

Michael L. Diallo.

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That night, I decided to turn on my TV and watch until I got tired. I turned on the television and it was normal as such. Nothing out of the blue, nothing creepy or anything; yet I was still tense. As such, I had closed the curtains and was sitting with a blanket covering my entire body.

Then, I switched the channel; It was a gameshow, but the questions were weird. They were normal at first, then slowly progressed to creepier ones as they went on.

"What was your first lie?"

"What was your first crime?"

"Do you feel safe right now?"

"Are you alone right now?"

"You aren't safe."

I decided to turn off the television right then and there. Which brings me to today. It was a bizzare night, but nothing wrong's happened yet. Maybe the channel was an experimental one, or one for spooks; but still, I feel like it isn't over yet.

Maybe, just maybe, it was real. Or it was either my sleepiness that made me imagine something out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, it's over now. I shouldn't worry at all.

Bob woke up snug in his bed, wondering what awaited him at school today. Bob took his time, as always, to get ready before heading downstairs to the kitchen. As Bob walked down the stairs he noticed the absence of the sound of his mom’s cooking, but thought nothing of it. He eventually made it to the table and found pancakes on the table, and as he gulped them down he noticed a note on the table. It read:

To Bob,

Sorry that I wasn’t able to see you leave for school today, I have work and had to leave really early.

Love, Mom

This type of thing was quite normal of Bob’s mom, for she was a busy woman.

Bob’s day went along as normal, well, at least until lunch. As a surprise the teachers let, or more so forced, all the students eat lunch outside. Bob, who was an introvert who hated being outside, went to one of the corners of the wood fence that surrounded the area. The fence was painted white and the whole way around the area where the fence was planted into the ground there were about 6 inches of bare dirt on both sides. Now, and here’s where it went from normal to weird, right before Bob sat down he heard an every so slight high pitched shriek. Now, bugs don’t yell and Bob knew that, so he was quite confused.

Bob decided that the best course of action was to search for what could’ve caused the shriek. He bent down and let out a small yelp himself when he saw It looking back at him. In It’s panic It had grown to about the size of a ladybug. Now since most people have an irrational fear of spiders I think I have found the best way to describe the way It looks. It is currently the size of a small ladybug, but looks like a super hairy miniature tarantula. It had 5 visible legs, and 3 visible eyes. Now, It also has hairy plant leaves, which is how It gets food. It could twist his head like an owl and look behind himself, as he was doing now. Bob almost stomped on It right then and there, but then the impossible happened, It spoke.

“P-p-please sir, if you don’t mind, can you not crush me?” Even after It wanted several minutes for Bob to reply, Bob just stood there, amazed how such a tiny and terrifying thing could speak English, and at that be terrified of Bob and not the other way around.

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The town seems empty at first glance.

I’m not very surprised. I’ve heard rumors that the people that live (lived?) in this town have caught the virus.

With the way it was spreading, it was a matter of time. Still, it’s scary that it could infect an entire town, much less this size.

I’ve been driving around it for the last few hours, and I have still yet to see any sign of life, only squirrels and occasional deer.

Either the people here evacuated, though that seems unlikely, or they are all sick, probably in the sixth or seventh phase, hiding in their houses. It might be easier to walk on foot, perhaps on bicycle, but I’m not sure if the virus is airborne and it’s better to be safe than sorry,

There’s not much we actually know about the virus. Some say it originated in Italy, some say somewhere in the states. It mostly targets children, ages ranging from four to twenty, but plenty of adults have been infected. It comes in phases, which we have counted to be eight so far.

The first five or so stages are mild, barely noticeable and can usually be brushed off as nothing of importance . By the time the sixth phase rolls around, it is already too late. The virus starts eating away at parts of your brain, destroying it from the inside out, leaving you unable to think properly. I’ve heard it is painful. Excruciatingly so. Seventh phase, it rebuilds it with its own matter. It expels the old matter which it does not need. You are no longer alive at this point. Your mind is gone, destroyed, replaced with something else. Your body, breathing, moving, functioning at the will of this being. It turns you into a mindless zombie, whose only will is to infect more.

There is no known cure for it, as of right now. When it first broke out, people were selling phony remedies out on the street, hoping to make a few bucks from it. So, so many bought it, until they realized it was futile. There is no such cure,

It is said to spread by touch of the infected. The closer the contact is to the brain the faster it will come. In one case it was said one got fully infected, all stages in only a few minutes.

Driving in my car, I notice a person. I get out, to take a closer look. On closer inspection, it looks to be a child, around six or seven years old. They walk strangely, bits of pale matter dribbling from their mouth. They look, they are infected.

Shit.

When they spot me, they start running, a speed I would not think is possible otherwise for someone their age. I scramble, get my car keys out, run to the car as fast as I can but

It’s no use, they’ve already caught up to me. They grab onto my shoulders, hands traveling up my body. Their mouth opens, bits of brain matter coming out. I will be dead in seconds, minutes if I am lucky. They attempt to say something, pause, coughing up more matter before letting it out. When a person is fully infected, the virus causes their body to speak. The reason behind it is unclear, it seems strange but it is minor compared to the other effects of it.

“SIX SEVENNNNNNNN”

The child screams, yells, these words traveling up my ears, as the virus begins to consume my mind, take over my body, destroy me.

I am nothing I am nothing I am nothing I am dead I have been killed by a child I have been killed by a virus for which I am now a part of I cannot think please let it end already please my legs are moving why are they moving where how CONSUME CONSUME EXPAND REPRODUCE EXPAND CONSUME WALK FIND OTHERS SPEAK SHOUT YELL SCREAM TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR TRALERO TRALALA SIX SEVEN SKIBIDI BRR BRR PATAPIM WALK CONSUME EXPAND FIND OTHERS SPEAK SIX SEVEN TRIPI TROPA TROPA TRIPI HIMPANZINI BANANINI CONSUME WALK FIND OTHERS EXPAND REPRODUCE BALLERINA CAPUCHINA BLUBERINI OCTOPUSINI SIX SEVEN SIX SEVEN TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR WALK RUN THERE IS SOMEONE DESTROY EXPAND INFECT INFECT INFECT INFECT INFECT INFECT SPEAK SCREAM SIX SEVEN SIX SEVEN BOMBARDINO CROCADILO TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR HAWK TUAH DIE DIE DIE INFECT CONSUME DESTROY SPEAK SCREAM LIRILARI LARILA SIX SEVEN I WILL INFECT I WILL CONSUME I WILL SPEAK I WILL SCREAM I WILL SIX SEVENNNNNNNNNN SIX SEVENNNNNN SIX SEVENNNNNN SSSIIXIIXIXIX SEEVEVEVENENNNNNNNN

It was 12:00 A.M. when it landed. Silent and undisturbed it landed flawlessly in this strange land. It awoke. It awoke, and it was encased, barely able to move a muscle. From years of practice it slowly reached up, and its hand connected with the ever so tiny handle that would finally free it. It turned the handle with all its might, and then there was a click. It climbed out of the capsule who had held it, trapping it, for who knows how long. It climbed out and there were giant mountains and boulders all around it, and the trees were forever long, and they stretched up past the sky, blocking all light. It looked around, and it heard the sounds of monsters coming from every direction. The noises were deafening, but this strange land was now its home, and it would have to make due. It climbed one of the trees, which surprisingly swayed quite a lot, but it also felt to it as if it were in the middle of a tornado. It reached the top of the tree and sat, pondering what this new world may hold. It looked up and saw pitch blackness, with little spots of white and yellow penetrating every so often. This new land would be harsh to it, but it would be harsher…

It woke up the next day, having no memory of drifting off to sleep, and instantly got to work. It slid down the slippery tree as if it were a slide, when it hit the ground it briefly experienced pain for the first time in a while. It didn’t need food, however if it didn’t get water, and soon, it would soon die. So, it set out on a mission, a mission to find a decent water source, possibly even a water source bigger than its old world, if possible. It walked for what felt like days before this new world started to darken into night. It climbed up the nearest tree and laid down his stuff for the night. As night came there were beautiful colors it had never seen before in the horizon. It was sad as it watched the colors fade away into the darkness. It waited, but the white and yellow dots never showed that night, instead it was met by giant rain. The drops came fast, and each one was large enough to make it drown. It spent that night on the rough ground instead of the soft trees. Though it struggled to sleep, eventually it did.

When it next awoke there was a giant red monster with deadly pincers standing over it.

It originally didn’t notice, but did think that it was oddly dark out, but when it looked up it saw the stomach of the monster, and the legs that stretched far above It, but not above the trees. This giant thing was eating the tree, when the thing finished eating its piece the thing ripped the tree straight out of the ground, then it scurried away. This would be the first sign of danger It would see in this new home of his. The rest of that day It stuck to the shadows, but eventually the trees stopped and there was a barren field that stretched out as far as the eye could see. Since it was close to night, It went back a few trees and rested under the protection of the forest, hoping that it wouldn’t wake up to another monster.

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