Bond Breaker (SI - Multiverse Cross)
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Superior Sword Fairy
- Location
- Texas.
At the end of all this Shade better stab a bitch.
Ryu Gabriev
Angry short person that's good with his hands.
- Location
- Dallas, TX
If I had to guess, I'm assuming it's due to the fact the guinea pig they have is showing his smarts sooner and sooner than they'd like. The unknown entities seem to want him massively stressed for whatever reason, but he's starting to gain more and more control over his situation, and with it stressing less and less over said situation.
I actually thought about the "I'm gone, first thing in the morning" part. Though if the subject is insane enough to not break under two weeks of torture, I wouldn't want to be the guy watching him.
Ryu Gabriev
Angry short person that's good with his hands.
- Location
- Dallas, TX
They know he's getting stronger, and he's already crashed the system completely by accident. By accident. He is but a half-step away from breaching containment it looks like, and those entities are scared. I'd pack up too while the gettings good.
He was an experiment, a toy meant to suffer.
He resisted their baseless evil and the pain they heaped upon him.
Shrieking in agony, his mind detoriating with every passing day, Shade began to realize.
He was growing stronger, and his captor's cruelty were giving birth to something previously thought impossible.
Traversing realities, experiencing the incomprehensible, bending the very fabric of the universe to his will...
His tormentors were guilelessly creating a God.
He resisted their baseless evil and the pain they heaped upon him.
Shrieking in agony, his mind detoriating with every passing day, Shade began to realize.
He was growing stronger, and his captor's cruelty were giving birth to something previously thought impossible.
Traversing realities, experiencing the incomprehensible, bending the very fabric of the universe to his will...
His tormentors were guilelessly creating a God.
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Ozymandias
I HATE
That and 'ghost/lost' caused me physical pain.
...which upon further consideration is probably exactly what Shade wanted.
Chargone
Invisable operator
- Location
- New Zealand
Fear rhyms with beer, not bear or bare (kiiiind of odd that it turned out that way, spelling wise, but eh.)
Ghost and lost have different vowels ("long" O vs "short" O in common terminology). Ghost rhyms with host most, and coast. Lost rhymes with cost, and, depending on dialect, bossed. (The e in an -ed suffix is usually silent, or at least heavily reduced, so th d devoices to t after unvoiced consonants it forms a pronouncable cluster with.)
Rhyme is based on pronounciation, not spelling, basically. The last vowel (ignoring "ed" and some other gramatical suffixes) and everything there after has to match in pronounciation.
You can get away with dropping things to make it work sometimes (o'er, instead of over, is a common one (makes it rhyme with "rower", and various other "people who do things ending in "o" words")) and/or forcing the pronounciation/line breaks a bit to fit the meter(sp?) But you can't really rhym things which.. don't
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Forty-Nine
The pain stopped when morning came.
I shuddered, shivered and groaned softly as the pain left my body, and thankfully, did not return.
I twitched nervously, and opened my eyes to the darkness -but not that of the three bastards, no, that of being underground.
I was way beneath the ground now, as far as the chain would allow.
I slowly began to float back up.
As I finally reached the ground surface, and from there the first floor of the palace, I hummed in surprise at the sight of people hurrying with preparations -apparently, opening the drawbridge was a sign of 'let's get the party starting'.
As I began to walk, the snow and the ice seemed to drift around me.
...
Right.
Apparently that was an ongoing thing.
"F-Frost S-Spirit," a guard said as I passed by. I raised an eyebrow, and I was surprised when the guard actually trembled slightly in reply, before adding. "Thank you for what you did."
I blinked and inclined my head to the side.
I raised a hand in dismissal, and floated by.
Apparently, somehow, the people believed I had something to do with giving Ice Powers to Elsa -they called me the Frost Spirit after all. And there were many thanks.
A lot of them.
Way, way too many for me to handle.
By the time the twentieth servant had profusely bowed and thanked me 'for her Highness powers and because now she smiled again' I was starting to feel tired of it.
I was so used on having one-on-ones, that multiple interactions in the same day...
Especially to thank me.
I felt the last shakes leave me as I managed to float -I followed the hallways rather than pass through the walls, just to ensure the ice and the snow followed me- to where Elsa was.
The guards outside the room tensed at my passage, and I held my hands behind my back.
"H-Her Highness' still sleeping, S-Spirit," a guard said -the stuttering had to be a part of their curriculum.
I nodded back.
Keep the silence, act mysterious, be considered an ancient spirit of frost-powers.
I'd say goodbye, and then I'd crash the system again.
No way I was going to suffer two weeks of the torture of the night before -no matter what.
I'd hit a tree.
And then, that would be it.
The system would crash, they'd reboot it or whatever, and-
The system would crash.
...
Wait.
The system would crash.
Crash as in 'Everybody dies'.
Everybody dies.
My eyes widened.
Did I...
Did I kill Naruto? And Hinata? And everyone in that world?
Did I?
Was that it?
Had I really?
As realization dawned into me, I quietly floated upwards, actually leaving the snow and the frost behind.
Had I really killed an entire world because I experimented with a tree?
Had I?
Certainly, they could reboot it, couldn't they?
But if they did that, then...
No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be.
But could it?
Could it be possible?
I had law-altering powers, world-altering powers, and didn't it come to term that with 'Great Powers come great responsibilities'?
I pushed both hands against my face and closed my eyes.
That wasn't possible.
I refused to believe in that.
I...
The chain rustled briefly -a sign that wherever Elsa was, she had moved.
I took a deep breath and looked over the horizon.
I'd never thought about it, but...I was flying, wasn't I?
Yeah, I was flying.
And the sky was such a beautiful blue in the early morning.
"What are you doing here?" Elsa's voice caught me by surprise, until I saw she was standing on an ice platform -having made an ice staircase from the roof of the castle.
"I'd ask you the same thing," I replied softly. "I'm watching the sun rise," I answered.
"You all right?" Elsa asked. "You looked in pain last night."
"Ah, it's something for grown-ups to know," I replied with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll tell you one day," I added. "So, how's life treating you now?"
Elsa scrunched her nose up -not convinced, but not willing to push the argument. "Me and Anna played-"
"Anna and I," I said softly.
"Oh, drat, right. Anna and I played nearly all the night, and we built a snowman in her room, and-" excitedly, Elsa began to speak and I listened. "And we had hot chocolate, and today there's a party because I had the gates opened and the drawbridge brought down. And a lot of people are coming, and I didn't lose control of my powers even once, you know," Elsa said triumphantly. "And it's all so easy now, and I can't understand how it felt impossible before, but..."
I nodded, "Glad I could help you."
Elsa gave me a puzzled brow. "You're...not happy?"
"Oh no, I am," I replied. "I'm just a bit tired, rough night, nothing to worry about."
"Do spirits sleep?" Elsa asked, curious.
"No," I replied. "We don't sleep, eat, drink, or anything else, really."
"Oh," Elsa said. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head. "There's nothing to talk about," I replied.
"Ah," Elsa mumbled. "I-I can help, if you need it."
"Thanks for the offer," I replied with a kind smile, "I'll keep that in mind."
I raised an eyebrow suddenly. "Is Anna still sleeping?"
"Yes, she was tired," Elsa replied primly. "But," here Elsa yawned and quickly brought a hand to her mouth, before blushing lightly. "I wasn't," she meekly added.
"I'm sure," I chuckled. "You should get back inside and have breakfast," I suggested.
"Will you be all right?" Elsa asked.
"Don't worry, I'll follow," I gestured at my chain. "Can't really be that far from you -whether you like it or not."
And so Elsa went back down for breakfast, and I followed calmly.
Breakfast was quite jovial.
"So," Anna said with a grin, "What is being a spirit like?"
There were pancakes for breakfast, and food -lots of food actually- and hot chocolate, and...more stuff.
I 'copied' a cup of chocolate for my own usage -if I was going to suffer, I would at least suffer for something I deserved.
Little tidbit about myself: I cannot eat chocolate or cheese, because punctually, the next day, I feel like crap and empty my stomach. It's sort-of like being lactose intolerant, only the stuff in question is in chocolate, cheese, white wine...and well, you know how it is.
It sure makes it easy to be on a diet.
"On one side, I've got unlimited power at my fingertips," I said with a quiet whisper. "Things like inherently being able to copy everything of inorganic around me for my own personal usage," I lifted the copied chocolate cup, which Anna couldn't see. "See? I'm holding a cup of chocolate just like the one on the table, but you aren't seeing it -because Elsa too isn't seeing it, and thus she can't use her powers to make it visible."
Elsa scrunched her face. "That's...peculiar."
"Strange, wicked, but strange," Anna piped in.
I shrugged. "And I am impervious to any form of attack, to any magic, to any spell, to anything really-"
"But you feel pain," Anna said. "Weren't you in pain last night?"
"It's complicated," I replied. "I...I did something I wasn't supposed to do, and so I paid the price of it," I remarked. "Nothing you should worry about."
"Was it helping me?" Elsa asked, her voice soft.
"No," I said quickly, "Not at all. I did something...else," I quickly changed the argument, "I did something that's not suitable for children to hear about."
"I'm going to be queen," Elsa said primly as if that changed anything, chin up and chest puffed proudly.
"And you're still a child," I replied.
"But-"
"I appreciate the thought, but each hero fights his own battles," I said.
"So," Anna said suddenly. "What did you do before coming here to help Elsa?" Anna asked and looked at me very attentively.
"Well," I began. "I visited other worlds. There are probably millions of them," I said. "To narrate it all...it would take a while," I acquiesced.
"What about the people who have powers like me?" Elsa asked. "Can you tell me about their world?"
"Oh, that will be easy," I said with a grin. Sure, I was technically 'lying', but then again...it wasn't a problem. Heck, Marvel and DC probably had worlds -or Deathworlds, depending on the context one chose- that were real, and maybe one day I might even come to see them.
But it was not that day.
After a brief narration of X-Men's world, and after having added myself in -egomania needed to make it seem like a real thing, rather than just a story- I gave a round-down version of the first movie, changing things like 'president' to 'King' and changing things like 'Helicopters and Jets' to 'Hot Air Balloons'.
I kept floating behind Elsa as she went about her business of getting ready for the grand opening, and then closed my eyes sharply as I felt the spiking start again.
I had been given a brief recourse, but now it was starting once more.
I disappeared into the ground as silently as I could.
The agony continued all throughout the party -probably, because I couldn't quite put my finger on how much time I passed suffering.
And then it stopped, and I gasped for air even if I was underground, deep below the ground.
I quietly climbed my way back up to the frosty night of Arendelle, the party already over.
There was an ice rink, covered in clear signs of usage.
And Elsa was asleep on an ice bench directly above my spot below the ground -she had apparently decided to stalk it out.
"I know the cold doesn't bother you," I said trying to wake her up, the shakes forcing me to clench my arms with my hands, crossing them over my chest. "But you really shouldn't sleep out here."
"I'm the queen," Elsa mumbled. "I sleep where I want. Now go away. Waiting."
"I think you're waiting for me here," I said, and Elsa popped an eye open, and then the other.
"Shade!"
"Uh-uh," I said. "You shouldn't worry about me. I can handle this."
Elsa crossed her arms over her chest.
"I wasn't worried," she said with a pout. "I wanted to show you the ice rink! And the ice statues I made! Everyone was so surprised I could do it, but they weren't scared in the end! A lot were happy, and-" as she gushingly began to narrate her afternoon, I quietly listened, and stopped grounding my teeth when the last phantoms of pain left my body.
"And I made you a statue too," she said hurriedly, gesturing at an ice statue that had some vague resemblance with me.
"If you keep making ice statues of me people are going to think I'm an egomaniac asking for them," I said and chuckled. "Ever thought about sculpting?"
Elsa scrunched her nose up. "No. Is it difficult to learn?"
"Well, you do appear to have the natural inclination for it," I said and gestured at the statue. "Well done."
"Do you want to skate?" Elsa asked next, making a half-spin on the ice -she still had her 'ice-skates' on apparently.
"I'm content with floating, Elsa," I replied, waving a hand in dismissal. "Just-"
I felt a sharp pain stab me in the stomach. Again? So soon?
"Just go back inside, all right?" I hissed softly as I began to disappear through the ground once more.
"Shade?" Elsa asked, worried.
"Hey, don't you worry," I said. "Just part of the-gah-nothing. Don't wait for me...probably...see you later."
And I disappeared back in the ground, as the barbed wire coiled around my inner organs began to shred them -metaphorically speaking.
There are amusingly hundreds of way a human body may feel pain.
Thousands, actually.
Maybe dozens of thousands.
The moments it stopped were those I preferred.
Then again, the pain always started again.
A matter of minutes of respite, hours of torture, minutes of respite.
Maybe Crucio was even more humane than this.
...
I really couldn't...
...
Just go in the happy place.
The Happy Place.
...
...
The Happy Place.
...
...
...
Happy. Place.
...
...
...
//Have we learned our lesson? I think he might be unresponsive for a while. He's not breathing, is he?
I didn't dare to breathe. I didn't dare to talk. I was-pain, pain, pain was gone, the pain was gone, everything was happy since the pain was gone.
//Shall we proceed with the next interaction? Data retrieval has been slow, but this punishment, I hope he does not wish for a repeat? You never know with living beings, there is always that 0,0000000000001% that does something it shouldn't.
//Now, Unit Three, that percentage can easily be ignored. That is a statistical zero. Maybe, but as we deal with infinite probability and variables, even a statistical zero can still result in a positive percentage.
My right hand twitched slightly. The pain was gone.
The happy place was happy.
This place was dark, and cold, and I didn't like it.
Then the light came back.
And I was hovering by the side of a crimson haired teenager, a female crimson haired teenager, who was apparently in Japan, yelling 'Stupid-Shinji!' to...Shinji with Sunglasses, who was laughing back at her and dismissing her Tsundere ways.
He actually called her Tsundere.
Straight to the face.
Which translated as 'Tough Love' apparently.
"You're quite the Tough Love, aren't you? My little Tsun-Tsun!" Shinji said.
I made him into Kamina. Oh God.
That...that actually made me giggle a bit, still twitching as I was.
Of course, that was the moment Asuka realized she had a ghost-spirit hovering around her.
And the moment she did, she screamed.
She screamed louder than ever.
"KYAAAAHHH."
I just exhaled.
And inhaled.
Exhale.
Inhale.
The Happy Place has always free room.
//We should expect an increase in data retrieval henceforth. You assume responsibility in case the data lowers? You two are getting axed if we do not meet the required levels from the higher-ups.
//Is that a suitcase, Unit Three? Unit Three? I have things to do elsewhere, I'll be going right now.
The pain stopped when morning came.
I shuddered, shivered and groaned softly as the pain left my body, and thankfully, did not return.
I twitched nervously, and opened my eyes to the darkness -but not that of the three bastards, no, that of being underground.
I was way beneath the ground now, as far as the chain would allow.
I slowly began to float back up.
As I finally reached the ground surface, and from there the first floor of the palace, I hummed in surprise at the sight of people hurrying with preparations -apparently, opening the drawbridge was a sign of 'let's get the party starting'.
As I began to walk, the snow and the ice seemed to drift around me.
...
Right.
Apparently that was an ongoing thing.
"F-Frost S-Spirit," a guard said as I passed by. I raised an eyebrow, and I was surprised when the guard actually trembled slightly in reply, before adding. "Thank you for what you did."
I blinked and inclined my head to the side.
I raised a hand in dismissal, and floated by.
Apparently, somehow, the people believed I had something to do with giving Ice Powers to Elsa -they called me the Frost Spirit after all. And there were many thanks.
A lot of them.
Way, way too many for me to handle.
By the time the twentieth servant had profusely bowed and thanked me 'for her Highness powers and because now she smiled again' I was starting to feel tired of it.
I was so used on having one-on-ones, that multiple interactions in the same day...
Especially to thank me.
I felt the last shakes leave me as I managed to float -I followed the hallways rather than pass through the walls, just to ensure the ice and the snow followed me- to where Elsa was.
The guards outside the room tensed at my passage, and I held my hands behind my back.
"H-Her Highness' still sleeping, S-Spirit," a guard said -the stuttering had to be a part of their curriculum.
I nodded back.
Keep the silence, act mysterious, be considered an ancient spirit of frost-powers.
I'd say goodbye, and then I'd crash the system again.
No way I was going to suffer two weeks of the torture of the night before -no matter what.
I'd hit a tree.
And then, that would be it.
The system would crash, they'd reboot it or whatever, and-
The system would crash.
...
Wait.
The system would crash.
Crash as in 'Everybody dies'.
Everybody dies.
My eyes widened.
Did I...
Did I kill Naruto? And Hinata? And everyone in that world?
Did I?
Was that it?
Had I really?
As realization dawned into me, I quietly floated upwards, actually leaving the snow and the frost behind.
Had I really killed an entire world because I experimented with a tree?
Had I?
Certainly, they could reboot it, couldn't they?
But if they did that, then...
No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be.
But could it?
Could it be possible?
I had law-altering powers, world-altering powers, and didn't it come to term that with 'Great Powers come great responsibilities'?
I pushed both hands against my face and closed my eyes.
That wasn't possible.
I refused to believe in that.
I...
The chain rustled briefly -a sign that wherever Elsa was, she had moved.
I took a deep breath and looked over the horizon.
I'd never thought about it, but...I was flying, wasn't I?
Yeah, I was flying.
And the sky was such a beautiful blue in the early morning.
"What are you doing here?" Elsa's voice caught me by surprise, until I saw she was standing on an ice platform -having made an ice staircase from the roof of the castle.
"I'd ask you the same thing," I replied softly. "I'm watching the sun rise," I answered.
"You all right?" Elsa asked. "You looked in pain last night."
"Ah, it's something for grown-ups to know," I replied with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll tell you one day," I added. "So, how's life treating you now?"
Elsa scrunched her nose up -not convinced, but not willing to push the argument. "Me and Anna played-"
"Anna and I," I said softly.
"Oh, drat, right. Anna and I played nearly all the night, and we built a snowman in her room, and-" excitedly, Elsa began to speak and I listened. "And we had hot chocolate, and today there's a party because I had the gates opened and the drawbridge brought down. And a lot of people are coming, and I didn't lose control of my powers even once, you know," Elsa said triumphantly. "And it's all so easy now, and I can't understand how it felt impossible before, but..."
I nodded, "Glad I could help you."
Elsa gave me a puzzled brow. "You're...not happy?"
"Oh no, I am," I replied. "I'm just a bit tired, rough night, nothing to worry about."
"Do spirits sleep?" Elsa asked, curious.
"No," I replied. "We don't sleep, eat, drink, or anything else, really."
"Oh," Elsa said. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head. "There's nothing to talk about," I replied.
"Ah," Elsa mumbled. "I-I can help, if you need it."
"Thanks for the offer," I replied with a kind smile, "I'll keep that in mind."
I raised an eyebrow suddenly. "Is Anna still sleeping?"
"Yes, she was tired," Elsa replied primly. "But," here Elsa yawned and quickly brought a hand to her mouth, before blushing lightly. "I wasn't," she meekly added.
"I'm sure," I chuckled. "You should get back inside and have breakfast," I suggested.
"Will you be all right?" Elsa asked.
"Don't worry, I'll follow," I gestured at my chain. "Can't really be that far from you -whether you like it or not."
And so Elsa went back down for breakfast, and I followed calmly.
Breakfast was quite jovial.
"So," Anna said with a grin, "What is being a spirit like?"
There were pancakes for breakfast, and food -lots of food actually- and hot chocolate, and...more stuff.
I 'copied' a cup of chocolate for my own usage -if I was going to suffer, I would at least suffer for something I deserved.
Little tidbit about myself: I cannot eat chocolate or cheese, because punctually, the next day, I feel like crap and empty my stomach. It's sort-of like being lactose intolerant, only the stuff in question is in chocolate, cheese, white wine...and well, you know how it is.
It sure makes it easy to be on a diet.
"On one side, I've got unlimited power at my fingertips," I said with a quiet whisper. "Things like inherently being able to copy everything of inorganic around me for my own personal usage," I lifted the copied chocolate cup, which Anna couldn't see. "See? I'm holding a cup of chocolate just like the one on the table, but you aren't seeing it -because Elsa too isn't seeing it, and thus she can't use her powers to make it visible."
Elsa scrunched her face. "That's...peculiar."
"Strange, wicked, but strange," Anna piped in.
I shrugged. "And I am impervious to any form of attack, to any magic, to any spell, to anything really-"
"But you feel pain," Anna said. "Weren't you in pain last night?"
"It's complicated," I replied. "I...I did something I wasn't supposed to do, and so I paid the price of it," I remarked. "Nothing you should worry about."
"Was it helping me?" Elsa asked, her voice soft.
"No," I said quickly, "Not at all. I did something...else," I quickly changed the argument, "I did something that's not suitable for children to hear about."
"I'm going to be queen," Elsa said primly as if that changed anything, chin up and chest puffed proudly.
"And you're still a child," I replied.
"But-"
"I appreciate the thought, but each hero fights his own battles," I said.
"So," Anna said suddenly. "What did you do before coming here to help Elsa?" Anna asked and looked at me very attentively.
"Well," I began. "I visited other worlds. There are probably millions of them," I said. "To narrate it all...it would take a while," I acquiesced.
"What about the people who have powers like me?" Elsa asked. "Can you tell me about their world?"
"Oh, that will be easy," I said with a grin. Sure, I was technically 'lying', but then again...it wasn't a problem. Heck, Marvel and DC probably had worlds -or Deathworlds, depending on the context one chose- that were real, and maybe one day I might even come to see them.
But it was not that day.
After a brief narration of X-Men's world, and after having added myself in -egomania needed to make it seem like a real thing, rather than just a story- I gave a round-down version of the first movie, changing things like 'president' to 'King' and changing things like 'Helicopters and Jets' to 'Hot Air Balloons'.
I kept floating behind Elsa as she went about her business of getting ready for the grand opening, and then closed my eyes sharply as I felt the spiking start again.
I had been given a brief recourse, but now it was starting once more.
I disappeared into the ground as silently as I could.
The agony continued all throughout the party -probably, because I couldn't quite put my finger on how much time I passed suffering.
And then it stopped, and I gasped for air even if I was underground, deep below the ground.
I quietly climbed my way back up to the frosty night of Arendelle, the party already over.
There was an ice rink, covered in clear signs of usage.
And Elsa was asleep on an ice bench directly above my spot below the ground -she had apparently decided to stalk it out.
"I know the cold doesn't bother you," I said trying to wake her up, the shakes forcing me to clench my arms with my hands, crossing them over my chest. "But you really shouldn't sleep out here."
"I'm the queen," Elsa mumbled. "I sleep where I want. Now go away. Waiting."
"I think you're waiting for me here," I said, and Elsa popped an eye open, and then the other.
"Shade!"
"Uh-uh," I said. "You shouldn't worry about me. I can handle this."
Elsa crossed her arms over her chest.
"I wasn't worried," she said with a pout. "I wanted to show you the ice rink! And the ice statues I made! Everyone was so surprised I could do it, but they weren't scared in the end! A lot were happy, and-" as she gushingly began to narrate her afternoon, I quietly listened, and stopped grounding my teeth when the last phantoms of pain left my body.
"And I made you a statue too," she said hurriedly, gesturing at an ice statue that had some vague resemblance with me.
"If you keep making ice statues of me people are going to think I'm an egomaniac asking for them," I said and chuckled. "Ever thought about sculpting?"
Elsa scrunched her nose up. "No. Is it difficult to learn?"
"Well, you do appear to have the natural inclination for it," I said and gestured at the statue. "Well done."
"Do you want to skate?" Elsa asked next, making a half-spin on the ice -she still had her 'ice-skates' on apparently.
"I'm content with floating, Elsa," I replied, waving a hand in dismissal. "Just-"
I felt a sharp pain stab me in the stomach. Again? So soon?
"Just go back inside, all right?" I hissed softly as I began to disappear through the ground once more.
"Shade?" Elsa asked, worried.
"Hey, don't you worry," I said. "Just part of the-gah-nothing. Don't wait for me...probably...see you later."
And I disappeared back in the ground, as the barbed wire coiled around my inner organs began to shred them -metaphorically speaking.
There are amusingly hundreds of way a human body may feel pain.
Thousands, actually.
Maybe dozens of thousands.
The moments it stopped were those I preferred.
Then again, the pain always started again.
A matter of minutes of respite, hours of torture, minutes of respite.
Maybe Crucio was even more humane than this.
...
I really couldn't...
...
Just go in the happy place.
The Happy Place.
...
...
The Happy Place.
...
...
...
Happy. Place.
...
...
...
//Have we learned our lesson? I think he might be unresponsive for a while. He's not breathing, is he?
I didn't dare to breathe. I didn't dare to talk. I was-pain, pain, pain was gone, the pain was gone, everything was happy since the pain was gone.
//Shall we proceed with the next interaction? Data retrieval has been slow, but this punishment, I hope he does not wish for a repeat? You never know with living beings, there is always that 0,0000000000001% that does something it shouldn't.
//Now, Unit Three, that percentage can easily be ignored. That is a statistical zero. Maybe, but as we deal with infinite probability and variables, even a statistical zero can still result in a positive percentage.
My right hand twitched slightly. The pain was gone.
The happy place was happy.
This place was dark, and cold, and I didn't like it.
Then the light came back.
And I was hovering by the side of a crimson haired teenager, a female crimson haired teenager, who was apparently in Japan, yelling 'Stupid-Shinji!' to...Shinji with Sunglasses, who was laughing back at her and dismissing her Tsundere ways.
He actually called her Tsundere.
Straight to the face.
Which translated as 'Tough Love' apparently.
"You're quite the Tough Love, aren't you? My little Tsun-Tsun!" Shinji said.
I made him into Kamina. Oh God.
That...that actually made me giggle a bit, still twitching as I was.
Of course, that was the moment Asuka realized she had a ghost-spirit hovering around her.
And the moment she did, she screamed.
She screamed louder than ever.
"KYAAAAHHH."
I just exhaled.
And inhaled.
Exhale.
Inhale.
The Happy Place has always free room.
//We should expect an increase in data retrieval henceforth. You assume responsibility in case the data lowers? You two are getting axed if we do not meet the required levels from the higher-ups.
//Is that a suitcase, Unit Three? Unit Three? I have things to do elsewhere, I'll be going right now.
Shinji is kamina, and the si has world altering powers in a light of the soul if you believe hard enough you can do anything world. Spiral power transcended all boundaries, and the si May be carrying a grudge.
Clandistine1
(Verified Spaceship)
- Location
- Toorak, Melbourne
Unit three is getting wise, and getting the hell outta there
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
It seems to me that any action that can be taken as a net positive for the individuals of the world - or the people Shade are shacked to - gets him punished. And continually punished until he does something "bad", I think. Hence Shade's continued agony at the Disney world - he kept pretending all was fine pain-wise, hiding the issue from the Ice-girl and sister.I'm... really not getting which things get him "punished". It seems to happen utterly at random.
Regarding the shift to Evangelion - this is interesting. Kamina-Shinji is amusing, although our shackling to Asuka could be problematic. Wonder if Shinji will realise...yeah, he'll realise. This is going to be like the "talk to naruto via hinata" thing all over again. Wonder what fanon and grim!derp Shinji would be like?
RazorBlaxe
Just another transient being
- Location
- Earth
Yup. Steve is absconding. Smart mysterious voice. You have my pity voice #1 and #2.
I /think/ what he did wrong was change the leaving condition with full intention of /not/ fulfilling it. On the other hand it could very well be makin things better.
Also, man Shade writes fast. I read the first chapter, thought it was interesting, and watched it. Came back later to /forty-eight/ more chapters. Good stuff.
Also, man Shade writes fast. I read the first chapter, thought it was interesting, and watched it. Came back later to /forty-eight/ more chapters. Good stuff.
51
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty
"I am Shade," I said with both arms raised, "And I come in peace."
"Y-You freaking ghost!" Asuka aptly tried to punch me -the end result was that she missed, of course, and passed right through me.
Shinji, meanwhile, blinked and raised an eyebrow.
"Asuka? Is the lack of my love towards you making you like this?! Worry not my tsun-tsun!"
Shinji please, you're not helping with this.
"G-Gaaahh! This is all your fault, stupid Shinji!" Asuka pushed her hands through her hair. "This is not real. You're a hallucination."
"Tell Shinji Shade sends his regards," I remarked, crossing my arms over my chest. "He'll know who I am."
"Bah-Bah-Bah not listening," Asuka said, hands covering her ears. "I'm not listening to a freaking-"
"Asuka Sohryu Langley," I snarled, floating an inch away from her face, teeth bared. "My patience runs thin!"
Asuka jumped backwards, hands up in defense.
"The hell!"
"The hell I'm the one who says that!" I snarled, right fist clenched. "You have any fucking idea what it means to be tortured for two whole weeks?! I'm at my limit! I just want to scream until my lungs are empty! SO IF I TELL YOU SOMETHING, DO IT."
Asuka crossed her arms over her chest, snapped her head to the side with an indignant pout, and then grumbled.
"Stupid Shinji, the stupid hallucination Hikage says you know him."
"Hikage?" Shinji frowned, and then his eyes widened in recognition. "Shade! You can see him?! He's here?"
Asuka blinked. "Wait, are you...is this because of Nerv food? Is it Misato's apartment? Is there a gas leak, oi stupid third!"
"No, Shade's not a hallucination," Shinji said with a bright grin that menaced to split his face. "I thought I saw you behind my back when I defeated the fifth Angel." He said to the empty air near him -well, he couldn't see me, so that much was a given. "And-"
"I saw that," I said with a chuckle. "The Fist that Shatters the Heavens! Man, that was awesome."
Asuka blearily looked from Shinji to me, in wait.
"You'll have to tell him what I'm saying," I told her. "I cannot otherwise interact with the world."
"Oh? And why should I?" Asuka said. "It's not like I can waste my time staying here and waiting for you two to-"
"Asuka," I said softly. "I am a very good friend, and a very good ally to have. But I haven't had the best of weeks. You'd do best to keep your temper in check, and your tsundere attitudes down. I might not hold my patience well if you don't."
Asuka shrugged. "What's the worst you can do, uh?"
I sighed. "Man...I really didn't want to..." I scratched the back of my neck, and gave her a sad glance. "You really hate dolls, don't you?"
The effect was instantaneous.
Six words, and Asuka's proud facade cracked like ice under the blows of a pick. Her face turned pale, and she remained silent, eyes wide, staring at me.
She understood my subtle message way too clearly.
"Now," I said softly. "Do not make me do this, Asuka. I do not like it, frankly, I detest it, but all I ask is just a moment to talk with Shinji through you. It's not hard to be kind just once, is it?"
"T-That's..."
"And then, we'll talk you and I. We have all the time in the world," I said quietly, "And I'll give you all the attention you need, but until then, refer my words to Shinji."
Asuka clenched her fists, ground her teeth and with her shoulders trembling, said.
"He says he heard you loud and clear, stupid-Shinji, with your fist that has too dumb a name to be remembered."
Shinji just grinned. "So, Shade, why can't I see you?"
"You're no longer hurt," I said, and Asuka blinked and looked at me. I looked back at her, and nudged her forward with a gesture from my chin.
"You're not hurt anymore," Asuka said.
"Inside," I said.
"Inside," Asuka lamely had to add.
"Oh," Shinji said, softly. Then he smiled. "I'm still a bit scared about all of this, you know? Father, Nerv, the Angels..."
"Face the fears then," I replied. "That's how men walk forward."
"Stupid-Shinji, just face your fears," Asuka said through gritted teeth. "Not that I believe what he's saying, but apparently that's how real men walk forward."
Shinji smiled.
"And know this," I said. "Demons run, when a good man goes to war, and those you call Angels, can just as easily be seen as Demons."
Asuka replied my words perfectly this time around, actually curious.
"I see," Shinji clenched his fist. "I get it," he nodded. "I'll make them all run away, you'll see! I'm Shinji Ikari, and I'll show you what good man I'll become!"
I chuckled, and Asuka sighed...and then Shinji swept Asuka in a hug, making the girl shriek like a cat grabbed by surprised, before pushing her way free and jumping backwards.
"Stupid-Shinji," Asuka exclaimed, "Stop hugging me at random!"
Shinji just gave the thin air a thumb-up. He seemed to be channeling Gai when he did that. "I'll let you talk with Asuka in private, Shade. See you later!"
And with that, he rushed out whistling a happy tune.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and looked at Asuka.
"How do you know about the doll?" Asuka asked after a few minutes of silence.
"What am I?" I asked her.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" Asuka said.
"You're the child genius, the child prodigy, so answer me this. What am I?"
"A projection? But there's no light and no output of the camera, and this," she touched her own side of the chain, "Feels real and solid enough."
"That's the connection point," I said. "At least, it's what keeps me anchored. I need to be attached to an individual, and apparently the individual varies."
"It was Shinji at first then, which explains why he'd know you," Asuka exhaled. "At least I'm not going mad. There's a scientific explanation somewhere, but hell, I'd say you're a projection. Since I'm the only one that can see you, you either bend the light in such a way to be subjectively visible, someone's doing it for you, or you're inside my retina and I'm seeing you."
"Uh, interesting. I hadn't thought about that. That would explain my intangibility, but it can't explain...damn, Shinji left, would you mind brewing me a cup of coffee?"
Asuka blinked. "What? I'm not your maid!"
"It's for a very scientific and very important project," I remarked. As well as the fact that Space-Coffee might still hold sway on me, but I wanted normal coffee once more.
"You still haven't told me about the doll," Asuka said blearily.
"Very well," I sighed. "Even though anything I tell you is supposition...I am a Super-Imposed entity upon the space-time continuum of altered variable worlds," I was changing the sentence of what I was every single time by now, and nobody had noticed. Yet. This was going to be so funny when they finally realized it.
"And basically put: There are infinite parallel worlds. Time is thus displaced along the line. I am...from a world that is from your future, and I came to know your story."
Better not tell her about how she was Fiction.
If Jane's reactions was any clue, it would just hurt her a lot.
"So you're from the future?" Asuka asked blearily.
"Yes, I am," I replied. "You are looking at the European Nerv Pilot, at least, from my world."
"Your real name's not Shade, is it?" Asuka asked.
"Yeah, about that...I'm also in captivity and forced into this brutal experiment of sort involving alternate realities, so I'm not going to break out of my routine 'Codename-Number of Dog Tag' if asked."
"Really," Asuka said flatly. "You don't look military."
"Neither do you," I retorted. "I can say I'm old enough to be an Engineer in Information Technologies. What about you?"
Asuka shrugged. "I'm a child genius."
"I'm an Intergalactical Space Ranger," I replied.
"You just said-"
"I'm the Ruler of Mankind, the Emperor Reborn!"
"What are you-"
"I'm God all-mighty made manifest, I'm Khorne and Tzeentch, I am Sovereign, and am the Harbinger of your Destruction!" I clenched my right fist. "I am He Who Must Not Be Named and All That Is and Is Not. I am the writer of death and gore, and singer of drama and angst. I am the Doctor, the muse and the epic narrator. I am the Dungeon Master. I am the Friendly Computer. I am All."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "But you still have not answered my query, Asuka. What. Am. I?"
"You're mad," Asuka said flatly.
I laughed. "Mad? There's never been greatness, without a teacher of madness! But no, I'm not mad. I am whatever I wish to be, for so I decree and so it is. You cannot change that. You can call me mad, or dumb, or whatever...but what I am, I know and thus I stand on my two legs as what I declare to the world to be! I. Am. Shade!"
"Now," I continued, "the real question, the most important question... What are you? Are you a child prodigy?"
Asuka tried to open her mouth, and I gave her a glare and a curt gesture to zip it.
"Is that what you want the world to see? The prodigy? The Child who's too smart for her age?"
"I-Yes, of course."
"And the question is inherently wrong, Asuka. What the world wants to see doesn't matter. The world can burn and turn to ashes by tomorrow morning, and it still wouldn't change who we are! Who I am, or who you are! The world doesn't matter! What matters is who you want to be! Fuck the world! Fuck everyone!"
Asuka exhaled. "You're mad. You know the future. You enjoy long rants. I can see why Shinji's mad now."
"And your mother's soul lies inside your Eva," I said flatly. "That's why she turned mad and killed herself with a doll. She didn't hate you, she didn't despise you, she didn't dislike you. The Eva Zero Two ate a piece of her soul and made her mad in answer."
Asuka froze like a doe, and like a frozen doe, she looked at me with a hurtful look -as if I was coming at her on a car while accelerating, rather than slowing down.
"Now, Asuka," I said flatly. "Shinji answered very, very well to shock therapy. Let's see how you fare, shall we?"
Asuka rushed out in a hurry.
And I floated right behind her.
...
And she didn't even brew me a coffee cup before heading out after the trauma-induced revelation. Really!
//This is excellent. Ex-Unit Three should not have been so hasty. ... .
"I am Shade," I said with both arms raised, "And I come in peace."
"Y-You freaking ghost!" Asuka aptly tried to punch me -the end result was that she missed, of course, and passed right through me.
Shinji, meanwhile, blinked and raised an eyebrow.
"Asuka? Is the lack of my love towards you making you like this?! Worry not my tsun-tsun!"
Shinji please, you're not helping with this.
"G-Gaaahh! This is all your fault, stupid Shinji!" Asuka pushed her hands through her hair. "This is not real. You're a hallucination."
"Tell Shinji Shade sends his regards," I remarked, crossing my arms over my chest. "He'll know who I am."
"Bah-Bah-Bah not listening," Asuka said, hands covering her ears. "I'm not listening to a freaking-"
"Asuka Sohryu Langley," I snarled, floating an inch away from her face, teeth bared. "My patience runs thin!"
Asuka jumped backwards, hands up in defense.
"The hell!"
"The hell I'm the one who says that!" I snarled, right fist clenched. "You have any fucking idea what it means to be tortured for two whole weeks?! I'm at my limit! I just want to scream until my lungs are empty! SO IF I TELL YOU SOMETHING, DO IT."
Asuka crossed her arms over her chest, snapped her head to the side with an indignant pout, and then grumbled.
"Stupid Shinji, the stupid hallucination Hikage says you know him."
"Hikage?" Shinji frowned, and then his eyes widened in recognition. "Shade! You can see him?! He's here?"
Asuka blinked. "Wait, are you...is this because of Nerv food? Is it Misato's apartment? Is there a gas leak, oi stupid third!"
"No, Shade's not a hallucination," Shinji said with a bright grin that menaced to split his face. "I thought I saw you behind my back when I defeated the fifth Angel." He said to the empty air near him -well, he couldn't see me, so that much was a given. "And-"
"I saw that," I said with a chuckle. "The Fist that Shatters the Heavens! Man, that was awesome."
Asuka blearily looked from Shinji to me, in wait.
"You'll have to tell him what I'm saying," I told her. "I cannot otherwise interact with the world."
"Oh? And why should I?" Asuka said. "It's not like I can waste my time staying here and waiting for you two to-"
"Asuka," I said softly. "I am a very good friend, and a very good ally to have. But I haven't had the best of weeks. You'd do best to keep your temper in check, and your tsundere attitudes down. I might not hold my patience well if you don't."
Asuka shrugged. "What's the worst you can do, uh?"
I sighed. "Man...I really didn't want to..." I scratched the back of my neck, and gave her a sad glance. "You really hate dolls, don't you?"
The effect was instantaneous.
Six words, and Asuka's proud facade cracked like ice under the blows of a pick. Her face turned pale, and she remained silent, eyes wide, staring at me.
She understood my subtle message way too clearly.
"Now," I said softly. "Do not make me do this, Asuka. I do not like it, frankly, I detest it, but all I ask is just a moment to talk with Shinji through you. It's not hard to be kind just once, is it?"
"T-That's..."
"And then, we'll talk you and I. We have all the time in the world," I said quietly, "And I'll give you all the attention you need, but until then, refer my words to Shinji."
Asuka clenched her fists, ground her teeth and with her shoulders trembling, said.
"He says he heard you loud and clear, stupid-Shinji, with your fist that has too dumb a name to be remembered."
Shinji just grinned. "So, Shade, why can't I see you?"
"You're no longer hurt," I said, and Asuka blinked and looked at me. I looked back at her, and nudged her forward with a gesture from my chin.
"You're not hurt anymore," Asuka said.
"Inside," I said.
"Inside," Asuka lamely had to add.
"Oh," Shinji said, softly. Then he smiled. "I'm still a bit scared about all of this, you know? Father, Nerv, the Angels..."
"Face the fears then," I replied. "That's how men walk forward."
"Stupid-Shinji, just face your fears," Asuka said through gritted teeth. "Not that I believe what he's saying, but apparently that's how real men walk forward."
Shinji smiled.
"And know this," I said. "Demons run, when a good man goes to war, and those you call Angels, can just as easily be seen as Demons."
Asuka replied my words perfectly this time around, actually curious.
"I see," Shinji clenched his fist. "I get it," he nodded. "I'll make them all run away, you'll see! I'm Shinji Ikari, and I'll show you what good man I'll become!"
I chuckled, and Asuka sighed...and then Shinji swept Asuka in a hug, making the girl shriek like a cat grabbed by surprised, before pushing her way free and jumping backwards.
"Stupid-Shinji," Asuka exclaimed, "Stop hugging me at random!"
Shinji just gave the thin air a thumb-up. He seemed to be channeling Gai when he did that. "I'll let you talk with Asuka in private, Shade. See you later!"
And with that, he rushed out whistling a happy tune.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and looked at Asuka.
"How do you know about the doll?" Asuka asked after a few minutes of silence.
"What am I?" I asked her.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" Asuka said.
"You're the child genius, the child prodigy, so answer me this. What am I?"
"A projection? But there's no light and no output of the camera, and this," she touched her own side of the chain, "Feels real and solid enough."
"That's the connection point," I said. "At least, it's what keeps me anchored. I need to be attached to an individual, and apparently the individual varies."
"It was Shinji at first then, which explains why he'd know you," Asuka exhaled. "At least I'm not going mad. There's a scientific explanation somewhere, but hell, I'd say you're a projection. Since I'm the only one that can see you, you either bend the light in such a way to be subjectively visible, someone's doing it for you, or you're inside my retina and I'm seeing you."
"Uh, interesting. I hadn't thought about that. That would explain my intangibility, but it can't explain...damn, Shinji left, would you mind brewing me a cup of coffee?"
Asuka blinked. "What? I'm not your maid!"
"It's for a very scientific and very important project," I remarked. As well as the fact that Space-Coffee might still hold sway on me, but I wanted normal coffee once more.
"You still haven't told me about the doll," Asuka said blearily.
"Very well," I sighed. "Even though anything I tell you is supposition...I am a Super-Imposed entity upon the space-time continuum of altered variable worlds," I was changing the sentence of what I was every single time by now, and nobody had noticed. Yet. This was going to be so funny when they finally realized it.
"And basically put: There are infinite parallel worlds. Time is thus displaced along the line. I am...from a world that is from your future, and I came to know your story."
Better not tell her about how she was Fiction.
If Jane's reactions was any clue, it would just hurt her a lot.
"So you're from the future?" Asuka asked blearily.
"Yes, I am," I replied. "You are looking at the European Nerv Pilot, at least, from my world."
"Your real name's not Shade, is it?" Asuka asked.
"Yeah, about that...I'm also in captivity and forced into this brutal experiment of sort involving alternate realities, so I'm not going to break out of my routine 'Codename-Number of Dog Tag' if asked."
"Really," Asuka said flatly. "You don't look military."
"Neither do you," I retorted. "I can say I'm old enough to be an Engineer in Information Technologies. What about you?"
Asuka shrugged. "I'm a child genius."
"I'm an Intergalactical Space Ranger," I replied.
"You just said-"
"I'm the Ruler of Mankind, the Emperor Reborn!"
"What are you-"
"I'm God all-mighty made manifest, I'm Khorne and Tzeentch, I am Sovereign, and am the Harbinger of your Destruction!" I clenched my right fist. "I am He Who Must Not Be Named and All That Is and Is Not. I am the writer of death and gore, and singer of drama and angst. I am the Doctor, the muse and the epic narrator. I am the Dungeon Master. I am the Friendly Computer. I am All."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "But you still have not answered my query, Asuka. What. Am. I?"
"You're mad," Asuka said flatly.
I laughed. "Mad? There's never been greatness, without a teacher of madness! But no, I'm not mad. I am whatever I wish to be, for so I decree and so it is. You cannot change that. You can call me mad, or dumb, or whatever...but what I am, I know and thus I stand on my two legs as what I declare to the world to be! I. Am. Shade!"
"Now," I continued, "the real question, the most important question... What are you? Are you a child prodigy?"
Asuka tried to open her mouth, and I gave her a glare and a curt gesture to zip it.
"Is that what you want the world to see? The prodigy? The Child who's too smart for her age?"
"I-Yes, of course."
"And the question is inherently wrong, Asuka. What the world wants to see doesn't matter. The world can burn and turn to ashes by tomorrow morning, and it still wouldn't change who we are! Who I am, or who you are! The world doesn't matter! What matters is who you want to be! Fuck the world! Fuck everyone!"
Asuka exhaled. "You're mad. You know the future. You enjoy long rants. I can see why Shinji's mad now."
"And your mother's soul lies inside your Eva," I said flatly. "That's why she turned mad and killed herself with a doll. She didn't hate you, she didn't despise you, she didn't dislike you. The Eva Zero Two ate a piece of her soul and made her mad in answer."
Asuka froze like a doe, and like a frozen doe, she looked at me with a hurtful look -as if I was coming at her on a car while accelerating, rather than slowing down.
"Now, Asuka," I said flatly. "Shinji answered very, very well to shock therapy. Let's see how you fare, shall we?"
Asuka rushed out in a hurry.
And I floated right behind her.
...
And she didn't even brew me a coffee cup before heading out after the trauma-induced revelation. Really!
//This is excellent. Ex-Unit Three should not have been so hasty. ... .
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- The Void
Shade appears to broken kids right?
From a certain viewpoint Batman could be said to be a broken child right?
I am absolutely not trying to pit shade against The Dark Knight, why do you ask?
From a certain viewpoint Batman could be said to be a broken child right?
I am absolutely not trying to pit shade against The Dark Knight, why do you ask?
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