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Bond Breaker (SI - Multiverse Cross)

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Gannondorf that was pretty foolish, hasn't Shade told him about Game of Thrones?
Denying someone marriage with the person they want never works out!
Now Zelda's going to be cheating on her betrothed with Link... In a tower.
Poor Shade
Giygas said:
Uh Oh, they appear to finally have discovered God.

Time to panic!
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Unfortunately for them it was Lucifer Morningstar :p

How odd that after discovering God they immediately want to kill it.
 
Uxion said:
More importantly, what is Shade's Days/Update ratio?
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Jul 12 is Chapter One.
August 23 is Chapter Sixty-Two.

19+23= 42.

62/42= 1.47
Technically, I update one and a half chapter a day.
On the other hand, I practically make one update a day, or as much as three on the same day.
Or go some days without.
 
shadenight123 said:
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Jul 12 is Chapter One.
August 23 is Chapter Sixty-Two.

19+23= 42.

62/42= 1.47
Technically, I update one and a half chapter a day.
On the other hand, I practically make one update a day, or as much as three on the same day.
Or go some days without.
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... you realize that I just had a mental orgasm right?
 
I actually thought it was well known.
I mean, that's my update speed.
I do it because I want to get better at writing -one can never, ever, stop writing- and that's...pretty much all there is.

I still shudder when I remember the 'paragraph' of The Harsh Truth.
All commas, no periods.
*Shudders*
 
shadenight123 said:
I actually thought it was well known.
I mean, that's my update speed.
I do it because I want to get better at writing -one can never, ever, stop writing- and that's...pretty much all there is.

I still shudder when I remember the 'paragraph' of The Harsh Truth.
All commas, no periods.
*Shudders*
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Practicing to improve your writing skills? What a novel idea. Maybe I should try that, sometime. Right after I read, and play some video games, and sleep. And then read some more, and play some more games, and sleep some more. Well, I'll get around to it, eventually. Maybe.
 
Selias said:
Practicing to improve your writing skills? What a novel idea. Maybe I should try that, sometime. Right after I read, and play some video games, and sleep. And then read some more, and play some more games, and sleep some more. Well, I'll get around to it, eventually. Maybe.
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Also have to kick in the teeth of depression, anxiety, and apathy in between as well.
 
What, isn't it obvious?

The voices want him to fail because they want a literal Deus Ex machina. Which they can then trace to the source, and the creator.

Unfortunately the writer is Shade.

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I thought this was about a man jumping throught the multiverse ripping paper bonds of varius types to shreds but i guess this works too, too bad the index is... protoindex?
 
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    • Chapter Sixty-Three

    I'm not good on ice surfaces.
    Well, again, I'm not really good on any surface I don't have a firm grip on.
    As I clutched my knees in an effort to balance myself, I realized...I had trousers.
    Now, I know, take your time to understand this, because I did indeed forget.
    You know, it's that 'obvious thing' nobody thinks of until you actually THINK ABOUT IT.

    I had trousers.
    I was corporeal, and had legs, and thus had trousers.
    And my trousers had pockets.
    And what was in my pockets?
    I didn't know.
    But I couldn't pretty much check as I concentrated more on avoiding another embarrassing slip and tried my hardest to reach a paved, un-icy surface.
    "Woah! It's been years!" Anna exclaimed, "You look good in the flesh! Elsa was starting to get downright creepy too with the ice statues anyway-"
    "Anna!" Elsa exclaimed, clenching her fists by her sides and averting her gaze.
    "What?! It's the truth!" Anna replied, sticking her tongue out. "And he looks better in the flesh than in ice! Now, how long are you going to stay?" Anna asked, "And how many worlds have you visited since you left? You've got to tell me how you got back in the flesh, although actually, without all that wind and snow going around you I doubt anyone's going to remember you."
    "Well, I-"
    "Anna!" Elsa chided her sister, "Not now! You can't just barge up and ask people like that, there's a proper form-"
    "Oh, come on," Anna rolled her eyes. "It's Shade, the Frosty Spirit."

    "Gah!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms together. "Never, ever, ever again call me Frosty."
    "What? Why not?" Anna pouted, as Elsa looked away scratching the underside of her chin. "Elsa made it into a cool word, well, a 'Frosty' word! It's Frosty!"
    I blinked. "Really?"
    "W-Well," Elsa spluttered. "Yes," she said, regaining her composure and nodding sagely. "It is a refined word, filled with culture, and-"
    "And easy to say," Anna continued, and I felt the back of my neck hair start to rise.
    Don't you dare Disney.
    DON'T. YOU. DARE.

    "Cause it is frosty," Anna began to sing, "when you're feeling good,
    you've got to say it's frosty, when you're feeling the mood,
    you've got to say it's frosty, frosty, frosty!
    Don't you know it's frosty~
    Sometimes, people think it's wrong,
    but personally, I don't see the trouble!
    Using it in a song,
    Or making it double!
    Frosty-Frosty, Frosty, Frostiness!
    It removes all the nastiness!
    You just need a bit of a-"
    Please kill me now.
    Please.
    Please.
    And Death Shall Have No Dominion.
    But please, kill me now.

    "How did we end up here?" I asked suddenly, standing at the top of the staircase into the royal palace, holding Elsa's midriff as she apparently had done a swan-like dive, while Anna sang from the bottom of the stairs with the servitude nearby.
    Now, let me tell you that I am by NO MEAN WHATSOEVER capable of holding a fully grown woman by the midriff up in the air like some sort of ballet dancer.
    I don't do ballet.
    I don't have that much strength in my arms.

    I hate you, Disney.
    I hate you so, so, so, so much that my hatred for you could power up the Death Ray of the Death Star a thousand times.
    And without any silly exhaust ports.
    I managed as gently as I could to lower Elsa back on the ground, and huffed as I turned the most crimson of shades.
    I mean, really.
    Who. The. Hell. Does. This. Without. Becoming. A. Tomato?

    I wanted my dark corner of the world forgotten by all.
    I wanted my Omni-Tool with the latest Battlefield Galaxy installed -I had downloaded all 79 Terabytes of it, darn it!
    But instead I found myself under the scrutiny of dozens of servants.
    Although some did vaguely remember my shape, I doubted I would have been easily recognized, had it not been for Anna...and Elsa, and apparently the giant statue of Ice that seemingly decorated the courtyard.
    "I see what Anna meant with the statues," I remarked as I watched with shocked fascination -and quite a dose of worry- the fact that there were statues of myself -in ghost form- hanging around practically every corner.
    Elsa nervously laughed.
    "It's...I like sculpting," she hastily said. "And well, sometimes my mind wanders and..."
    "It's been how long?" I asked, curiously. "One would think a decade would...I mean, not that I'm not grateful I am in such high esteems, but..."
    Then again, this was DISNEY world.
    Where love could last for centuries, Stockholm Syndrome made perfect sense for love, random beautiful guys appearing out of nowhere could easily charm random girls-or-princesses and...well, the Good Guys always had the best ending possible.
    Now, no doubt I wasn't one of the good guys.
    But I did good things.
    Like one of the Anti-Heroes turned Super-Hero common to the Disney tropes, example that came to mind was 'Shrek' with Fiona's father. Not really a hero, but does ONE good thing, and everything's fine after that.
    All is forgiven.

    Elsa looked downcast, "I assumed I would never see you again," Elsa said. "So I tried hard not to forget your face. Unfortunately, it seems I made some mishaps along the way..."
    "Yes, because I don't have this chin," I remarked, rubbing a 'manly-aw-my-gosh' chin from a statue. "But well, sorry to disillusion you, but I'm what I am. And I certainly do not wield swords in my teeth," I added, shuddering at the sight of another statue.
    This was bordering on the creepy.
    The creepy-Yandere type.
    Again, wasn't Elsa based on the Snow Queen? And didn't the Snow Queen hold someone hostage because she was...a neutral force of nature, if a very creepy, very pedophile loving one?

    But this was Disney.
    Nothing would go wrong.
    The 'plot' was over. I was firmly in the Good Guys camp, and nothing bad could happen as long as I remained in the Good Guys camp.
    "We must have a party," Anna said firmly, "And the people of Arendelle will most certainly welcome you with open arms, oh, you have to visit the city! It's so wonderful! All those stalls, and people, and fun you can have!"
    "Anna," Elsa said with a chiding tone, "That is hardly proper."
    "But it's so fun!"
    "That is hardly proper~"
    "But it's so fun! To dance, and sway,
    and run along the way!
    To watch, gaze, and dance the day away!"
    "That is hardly proper! You must be dignified~ And watch your every step! The people always watch, so show some restraint!"
    "But that's not fun!"
    "If you two aren't done, I'll start singing~
    And I swear there is nothing more humiliating!" I sung.
    "I frankly cannot stand,
    this ignominious band,
    that seems to sprout
    every time we have a bout!" I snarled, and glared at the nearest trumpet user who choked on his trumpet -HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.
    "Can't we speak like common human beings?" I asked, my voice still melodious.
    "But it's so fun to sing!" Anna exclaimed.
    "That is hardly proper~" Elsa went with the chorus. "You should make an effort to be dignified, can't you see you're being a bother?"
    "Urgh, sorry I like to have fun with others!" Anna replied rolling her eyes.
    "Can't we have a conversation with no song?" I pleaded. "We could all get along!"
    "We'll never get along!" Anna replied, showing her tongue at me.
    "That is hardly proper~
    You must listen to me, for I am the Queen!" Elsa chided Anna. "And you're being such a bother,
    can't you even see what I mean?!"
    "Of all the countless worlds I have been~
    This singing alone is horrifying." I sang and shuddered.
    "That's because you don't like fun!" Anna exclaimed, pouting. "And I refuse to stop this song!"

    "Anna, learn how to get along!" Elsa exclaimed back at her.
    "You're both meant for one another,
    you're both to me a bother!" Anna yelled,
    "I want to be free, I want to have fun!
    I want to see the rising sun after some nightly run,
    and in the morning wake up later than eight o'clock!
    I refuse to be chained by your stupid rules!
    I want to be free! I want to have fun!
    But you two are harder than mules!"
    "That's not true! I-"
    I darted in a side alley.

    And took a deep breath.
    "The princesses are at it again?" a male voice asked and I turned to look at the man in question.
    "They do this every day?"
    "Nearly every day," the man amended. "Well, it's all in good fun, but really...singing every day, I suppose they're both happy."
    "I suppose so too," I replied. "When do they usually stop?"
    "In a few minutes, give or take, sometimes they do an encore two hours later, and sometimes they don't," the man remarked. "By the way, never saw you with them before. New member of the orchestra?"
    "No, Spirit of Frost, straight from another world," I replied with a shrug.
    "Oh, that's good," the man said with a knowing nod. "Well, that's strange, more than good, but still," the man shrugged. "You see something new every day, right?"
    "I suppose so too," I replied calmly. "So..." I blinked. "What's your name?"
    "Forgud," the man said with a chuckle. "Heard the commotion and came for a few minutes of fun."
    I nodded back.
    "I'm Shade...I suppose I'll have to get back in the thick of things soon enough."
    "You don't really have to if you don't want that," Forgud remarked. "We could grab a pint at the nearby pub."
    "I'm without money," I said.
    "I'll offer," Forgud said. "First time talking with a spirit, and an offering's required, isn't it?"

    I grimaced. "I've never been good with receiving things as gifts, always makes me want to repay them."
    "The beauty of a gift is that it is always given, never taken for granted, and must never be repaid."
    "That's...deep, I suppose," I replied. Typical Disney-mentality of Good Guys in the Supporting Cast.
    The man chuckled. "So, about that pint of beer?"
    I extended my right hand. "I'll offer you one again, one day, and with that, we'll be square."
    "Well, why not," Forgud shrugged, and clasped my hand. His was rough, filled with callouses, and yet felt familiar, somehow.
    I had already shaken that hand at least once.

    And that was how we walked our way into the nearest pub, where the air was thick with smoke and the people around yelled and screamed.
    I kept close to Forgud as we took our seat, and after he ordered, I waited with bated breath for it.
    "I missed this," I said softly, looking around.
    "Oh?" Forgud asked. "Why is that?"
    "Well...I'm always near people I know, and I never get to meet...new things. It's like there's this sort of plot going on, where I'm at the center of it," I said softly, chuckling at the Meta-Thoughts myself. "I mean, all of this, everything is so exciting, or maybe interesting to read about, but...there's a simple pleasure in merely sitting down for a few minutes that no amount of ink on a book will ever replace."
    "Ah, I can't read, so I don't know what you're talking about," Forgud said.
    "I mean, I don't know you," I said suddenly, "And I don't know the name of this pub's owner, or that it even existed before now. But I know a lot of other things, who's good, who's bad, some laws that are intrinsic to reality itself...I mean, the game's rigged, and I know how. But...I'm hardly the man suited for the job. I'm not a fighter. I'm a coward, and if I didn't have this knowledge that I have...I'd probably remain a coward."
    I exhaled.
    "Well, even cowards do good things," Forgud said. "They run faster than others," he added with hearty chuckle. "And even if you can't count on them when everything's scary, or when there's to fight and throw a punch, at least they'll be the ones left standing in the aftermath, willing to spread the tale of how heroic their dead friends are. I'm a coward myself," he remarked. "I'm always running away when I can get away with it."

    I sighed, and took a sip of the beer. It was...strong.
    Punching, to describe it.
    And tasted strongly of malt.
    But well, it wasn't that bad.
    It could be drunk.
    It made my throat go dry immediately, though, as if somebody had thrown me in the Gerudo desert once more.

    "Why?" I asked.
    "If I faced the problems," Forgud said, "I'd have to show the world I'm not really what they think I am. I'm Forgud, I'm damn good at my job, the best carpenter of Arendelle, but," he sighed, "Can't hold two fists straight together, so when it comes down to it, I'm pants at fighting. Never can get into this pub in the late hours -too many drunkards."
    "Well," I muttered, "That's hardly being cowards, isn't it? I wouldn't enter a den of drunks either, but that hardly makes me a coward, if anything, it makes me smart."
    "Cowards always have the best words to define themselves in a positive light," Forgud pointed out.
    "Ah, indeed they do," I nodded. "But well," I sighed. "You don't really have to brave the den of the dragons to prove your worth to the world now, do you?"
    "I keep repeated that myself, but eventually, people are going to notice you're not brave enough for the dragons."
    I shrugged. "When the time comes, go for the den of kittens."
    Forgud laughed. "Sometimes you've got to face a dragon though, to save a princess."
    "You could lure the dragon out, and save the princess," I pointed out.
    "Bah, then again," Forgud shrugged, "It's cowards who come up with the most amusing ways not to fight."
    "A cheer for cowards?" I asked and lifted my large, large cup.
    "Aye! For cowardice!"

    And then we both drank it down in gulps, neither refusing to back down from the unspoken challenge.
    "Host! Another one!" Forgud exclaimed. "Cowards need fire in their stomachs before heading off on their great adventure!"
    I chuckled, feeling the familiar heat of alcohol slush around my body.
    "Sure, why the hell not," I replied.
    The second beer became the fifth.
    I'm Italian.
    We're built to last under the alcoholic influences of Red Wine.
    The fifth beer became the seventh.
    I'm Italian.
    It still meant shit when it came to how much alcohol I could imbue.
    I lost.
    I probably lost it pretty badly.
    I remember the Dragonborn getting drunk off his ass after starting that quest with...that guy, that prince...
    And that other time as a werewolf, waking up naked...
    ...

    I woke up on the softest mattress possible.
    A deep mound of white snow.
    Atop the mountain of Arendelle.
    ...
    With the most terrifying of headaches.
    Fuck you, cartoon and Film and Videogame laws of Drunken Vagabonding.
    Fuck you with a rusty spoon.
    Drunk people don't go miles without feeling tired.
    They don't suddenly fall asleep in X and wake up in Y, miles away.
    THEY. DON'T.

    I had.
    How the hell I had, I didn't know.
    But I was wincing from the pain in my head, and as I clutched it, I realized with a sigh that I indeed was way, way atop Arendelle.

    "I got drunk off my horse," I giggled. I laughed.
    "I...I talked with a random stranger," I said to myself in disbelief, "I...There was nothing I could do...nothing I knew of it...I...I didn't know shit."
    I laughed harder, my shoulders trembling as I clutched the snow, the echo of my voice reverberating all around me.
    "Well?!" I yelled. "What next?! Is this really how my life is going to be?! Eternally, like this?! It's bound to get boring one day, you know! Eventually, you'll have to let me go!"
    Or...Or I could just burn it all to the ground.
    If only I had the power to do so, though.
    Yeah, if only.
    ...
    Die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain.
    I shook my head. No. This wasn't...
    What are you afraid of anyway?
    To fuck shit up?
    Like you did with Naruto?
    You killed him, you know.
    You can't hide from your conscience.
    I didn't want to-
    You can't hide.
    You can't hide from me.
    You can never hide from me.
    I'm not hiding.
    Coward. Face me, then.
    I didn't know.
    No? Reality altering powers, and you test them. What was bound to happen?
    I didn't want-
    You wanted to.
    I didn't.
    You suspected. Your intuition is surprisingly on the point most of the time, isn't it?
    No, I didn't.
    Oh yes you did. Don't LIE TO YOURSELF.
    I'm not lying-
    Your fault. You didn't know? You suspected. You wanted it to end.
    No, no and no again, I didn't-
    You dreamed of it.
    I didn't.
    You HAD TO.
    No.
    Yes, yes, yes, yes, and a thousand times yes! We're all alone here right now, me, you, and nobody else. Break a bit for me, sing me a tale of your innocence, let me crash your dreams and burn to a crisp your thoughts.
    I...I didn't want to kill Naruto. I didn't want...
    You enjoy hurting those who refuse to help you. Poor Hinata.
    I told her the truth, I made it so...
    You should have done that at first, but no, you waited. You waited and thankfully you pulled off something that made it null to ask for forgiveness. You enjoy living a lie where you're the strong party, but at the end of the day, you're nothing but Shade, human being. At least the SI usually get some form of power that AIDS THEM ALONG, but no. No Omni-Tool for you. No power-Ups. No shonen like bullshit power. You're human. You're a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, egocentric and probably arrogant human. And you can't stand this any longer.
    "Why now?" I whispered, clutching my ears with my hands. "Can't..."
    Don't play the pity or the victim game with me. We're you. I am you. You are me. You just want someone to tell you what you refuse to hear. Time to metabolize. Time to accept. Time to understand. I am the whisper in your ear, Shade. We're one and the same. SI fix the setting. SI conquer the setting. SI make the setting THEIR BITCH.
    I shook my head.

    "It would be so easy, you understand," I whispered. "A word here, a word there, convince them, they're Disney toons. Weak to flattery, depressingly easy to manipulate. They're as real as they can get, so use them accordingly. Get crowned..."
    "No, no, and no. I'm not getting there," I pointed out, shaking my head. "What's this anyway? A rule? Again?"
    "Call me a rule if you so wish, but in fact it's way simpler than that," I chuckled. "I lost it! I killed Naruto. That brat, I killed him. So either he's real, as is his world, and thus I'm a GENOCIDAL MURDERER guilty of multiple manslaughter charges -a true defense, considering how there probably were children and elderly people in that world...oh, who am I kidding...IT WAS AN ENTIRE WORLD! BILLIONS DEAD, BECAUSE YOU PULLED A CHAIN AGAINST A TREE! BILLIONS! BILLIONS OF LIVES, SNUFFED OUT IN A SINGLE INSTANT! WHO. WOULD. NOT. GO. MAD?!"
    "I..."
    "Fictional! Call them fictional, not real, illusions! That's how you lessen the sin, isn't it? So the worlds you screw up aren't real, but those where everything's fine are! Nice differentiation then!"
    "No, I..."
    "Shut up, shut up, you sicken me, I sicken me, we sicken us."
    I raised my hands and gripped the sides of my head firmly, the headache nearly killing me in the process.
    "You filthy pathetic liar," I snarled.
    "A misdirection is hardly-"
    "LIAR."
    "YES, SO WHAT?!" I screamed back. "DID I ASK FOR THIS?! DID I ASK FOR ANY OF THIS?!"
    I laughed.

    I laughed again, hard.
    "If you're watching," I hissed, "Fucking get this straight. I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being. And I will never forgive you."
    I shook my head. "I might never reach you, I might never get to punch you, but now that I hate you far, far more strongly than I have ever hated anyone before me."
    I clenched my right fist, "And if I could murder you, right now, I would," I hissed and waved my right hand in front of me.
    The chain sprung like a spring from my wrist, the links barbed and an angry red.
    I blinked and jerked my hand back, but the chain completed its motion, and slashed angrily against the mountain's top.

    A low rumble soon followed.
    Oh no.
    Oh fuck no.
    Oh no, no, no, no fuck no, this can't be...

    Probability. The jacket was made to acquire data, and with its alteration the world's reactions altered accordingly. This meant others' perceptions of me, the common rules, and laws, of the world.
    The chain was the physical link between me and the 'anchor', but since I had acquired physical form, it no longer was the case.
    The Chain was meant to connect a Super-Imposed being to a Flesh-Living being.
    I was the Flesh-Living Being now.
    And by the same token, I had...
    Touched the Super-Imposed copy of the mountain, and while I hadn't meaningfully interacted with it, I had clenched my right fist.
    Changed the law.
    But...
    There was no system crash, was there?
    Because...
    Why?
    Why wasn't there one?

    But I couldn't ponder on it.
    The rumbling grew.
    And I felt dread in my stomach.
    I didn't know how I knew, but I just knew it.
    Arendelle...didn't have a mountain over it.

    It had a volcano.
    A Volcano I just woke up.
    Disney.
    Disney rule: There is always a villain causing a problem, OR There is always a problem caused by the Hero. The Hero can always fix it if he goes on a journey or defeats the Villain.
    ...
    Hate you so, so much, Disney.
    Not as much as those who threw me in this situations to begin with, but you're catching up ground.

    //... . ... . ... .
    \\Interference halted. 'Good Always Win' Law Annulled. BREAK HIM. SACRIFICE HIM. GIVE. US. GOD. MAKE HIM SUFFER.
    |!|Something is wrong at the lower levels. The UnAscended? Corruption Spread probable. But how? There is no longer a corrupted influence. Something is still spreading it. A Universal Law. One of the Few we have not acquired? Yes.
    \\Requesting information. Which?
    |!|Murphy.
    \\Shall proceed with purge.
    |!|Permission Granted.
     
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