In essence, I'm fucking him over.
As he rambles on, that'll appear.
"Our assistant valiantly volunteered and thus it is time. Choooooooooooose!"
Shoving one card in my face, the left.
Or is it the right?
From the perspective of contenders, it's the left.
From mine?
Or his?
It's right.
I just plucked it out of his hand.
"Haha! So it was chosen!"
Chosen my ass. There's one card.
"No time for questions! I wanna see the journey once more! Lest it be RUINED by a name delivered!"
Oh thanks for that.
He has no clue what shit he's talking about.
He raised his hand.
"Welcome us to the frenzy!"
I grabbed his arm.
"Eh." He snapped his fingers.
— —
Not a sound came from the audience.
The silence both unbearable but relieving.
It was the first time, The Host just disappeared.
…Blankly, then confusedly.
The camera facing The Host kept playing.
The raving of nonsensical words melted as it continued playing.
The rage fizzled into confusion.
Then confusion into denial.
The white haired did not believe it.
If the bastard who died in the deathtrap Cantalupa is still alive, looking well then why?
How?
It was for that reason the white haired watched.
The mortal who blatantly lies to an unbelievable amount.
The "mortal" who still lives.
"The mortal" who has a jacket with two lines running along it.
"The mortal who" took everything.
Clenched and undying with Red.
Pride and arrogance in Gold.
For who?
[Gotcha bastard.]
The camera turned to a screen descending showing two figures.
— —
"A– W– Y– F–…."
Hahaha. Hahahahahahahahahaha.
"Pfft."
"...." he stared at me. "...The Book."
I crookedly smiled underneath.
It worked perfectly~.
"Godammit."
"Can't do shit if I write extremely specifically."
He narrowed his eyes.
Now, where is this?
Mmm.
Ice and scorched earth.
I see, I see.
The Vaken Kingdom.
The Kingdom of Vaken?
There are a lot of kingdoms in this world.
Either way, it's a decimated one.
Seems when I twisted it, he got distracted.
Not a back jump but a forward one.
Tsk tsk.
Who else but me can screw him over?
Frankly, there isn't much I can do.
That's half a lie.
I took off the mask and returned it to hanging on the belt.
Glory to my war torn hero outfit.
I am, of course, always right and everyone else is always wrong.
"Dude."
"Whaaat."
He pointed at my face.
"So what, it's a screen. It's not like it'll magically scar people for life."
Expression, 'You think I'll believe that?'
"Give me freedom, give me life!" I protested flatly.
Looking at my reflection, it reminds me of my nineteen year old self suffering.
Actually no, that is my nineteen year old self what the fuck?
"Hey."
"Wha."
"Why."
"How should I know favorite child?"
"What do I look like now?"
"You."
"Be specific. Specific."
He frowned.
"You look the same. Twenty nine year old Kelsey."
Why the hell is the ice..?
"Then come here."
Reluctantly he stood next to me.
"Oh cool." his eyes said differently than that.
His reflection was strange.
Morphing from different selves.
"Oh I got it."
"Gee what is it."
"The Black Ocean."
He stared out at me from the corner of his eye.
"Ja. See I'm missing an arm, and my chest looks crushed."
To think I got out-americaned by a boar.
Sob.
"Congrats. Pat yourself on the back." he clapped listlessly.
Then he stopped.
"What do you mean missing arm? It's right there."
"Bad choice of wording."
"If I wasn't there it woulda been gone long ago."
"Motherfucker, you're the worst partner ever! And you didn't do jack shit until after I died!"
"Nuh uh."
"Yuh uh."
Remembering correctly…
Uh, so I fought space lazer boar, won, lost? Got kidnapped while getting carried, died after my bones stabbed my heart, Duke died, ran away–
Ah right.
Black Ocean.
The chains that were grafted.
"I wonder if I'll see more?"
"I see nothing."
I see nothing but the dead who stay in the Black Ocean after you let them take your body.
Really funky when you do that.
"Anyways."
"Move on I get it."
"Yuh."
Think I saw the Glass Shard and Mercenary Knight.
Oh well, what can ya do.
The ice was like a work of art.
Shitty up close, shitty from afar.
It's a long route going around but I don't really wanna carve my way through.
Besides.
The form keeps shaping, never understanding which is the correct one.
Of course, I know.
"I know everything!"
"I'm gonna kill you."
What a pushover.
"Whats the uh, quest?"
"..."
Mhm, I see.
We're gonna find them, I'm gonna be blamed, then we're gonna go somewhere else, and then some scene where I have to act like I'm losing…
Uhhhhh.
"Don't look at me like that."
"...Sigh."
You know I was pulling that out of my ass.
Can't be true.
It can't be true.
Dare I say there would be destruction if it was true?
Nah I'm lying.
No way.
You can feel the sincerity in my voice.
****
Well.
"The harbinger…!"
I said that outloud for shit's and giggle's but now he's boring holes in me like I was wet paper.
"Have you come to eradicate what is left..?!"
Let's see…
The prince, wandering outside the palace.
Reminiscence and scavenging?
A leader is still a leader.
How good they are depends though.
But when it's a monarchy, you are left with legacy and a successor.
Naturally training the successor is important…
But sometimes they want juuust a bit more.
No power.
I looked at him.
He stared at me.
"Well? Get on with it."
A relaxed dead smile.
Fine.
I reached into the air and pulled out everything.
Putting the longsword on the left, strapping the knife into it's sheathe, attaching the wire box on my left arm, packing the strawberry pellets and powders in the belt…
Ugh it's a lot of work.
Finally, I tightly put in the curved sword on the right.
Took me a bit but readiness is better than being unprepared.
I looked at him.
"You just needed one thing."
Tell me that next time.
I waved my hand lividly.
Aight.
Prince with a face turning grimmer by the second was essentially a puppet with not much to say.
Opportunities to grow and flourish cut off by the head of state.
Thank you pa-pa.
Hm, what to use.
Short, long, curved…
Well he can't exactly fight back.
The sword the prince is holding?
Ceremonial, range is short, and best of all.
I swung my arm and the wires curved around em, the end bits digging into the flesh.
I pulled and lo and behold, it ended really fast.
Princey didn't scream nor shout.
"Wowee! Congrats!"
I should be happy but I feel a bit worse now.
"Anyways," He stopped abruptly. "Howdy do! Feelin great? I for one am having so, so, much, fun."
Princey failed to say anything at this guy's obviously strained smile.
With no response, the same look from before came back.
"Okay, I tried." He raised his arms.
Projecting.
"Welp, let's keep movin."
"W-Wait! Agh! Can– Ngh! Release me please?!"
"Alright, so we're gonna… head to over there." he pointed to an area littered with ice spikes with nothing around it.
"It's a special place because people live there?"
He closed his eyes as if dealing with something annoying.
"Stop speaking."
"IIIIII can do what I want."
"..."
"Won't be any adverse effects."
"The monkey in the zoo is better in promises."
"Says you."
"Tch."
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Kelsey Report | ████ Report
What's this for?
Comparison.
Why?
I write his, he writes mine.
Name: Kelsey ████ (Wow!)
Age: 29 (A fake number! A fake number!)
Rank: Head Executive(???? Who gave her this.)
Alias(s) Story: Time Master (self proclaimed), Red, Zero, Seducer, Beauty Slayer, Greatest person ever(self proclaimed), Curse giver, Orange haired girl, My "lover", The Third.
(I just copy and pasted ok. Also I got lazy)
Alias(s): The Orange Haired Executive, The Friend of God(...?), smileless being, uhh I forgot other ones?
P.O.B: Earth!!!!!!!!!
Abilities: Ignition (Chemical, Combustion… Does acid count?) Ice, Time Stop (It varies.), Crude sword (haha), Flexible acrobatics, Ambidextrous, Variable Will, Perfect Insight (I hate this one so much.), The Gift of Golden Blood.
The Book of
Personality: I can say for sure, I'm being pestered a lot. Languid and sarcastic. Changes based on the person. Unlike before where aggression was the main core.
History: A special person. Scratch that, she's a fudging mary sue!!!! A Mary Sue I tell you!!! Smart in everything??! My grandpa's ashes sure as hell isn't!!! I haaaaaaaaaaaaaate Insight!!!!!!!!!!!
Special person born in a normal world.
Read a novel, became more special, stuff happened, and reached three fates.
Well it didn't happen, but she achieved her goal.
She got a job here because uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes.
Miscellaneous: Still likes meat. Ice cream too (Fatty). Dislikes bad writing. Avid complainer to me. Why. She actually isn't seen often. Side effects of trust and relationships. Protective of that she has.
—
He wants me to do it similar to his so it isn't confusing.
Sure…
Name: ████ ████ █████ ████████ | His name is long holy fuck.
Age: 21 (Fucker is NOT this age.)
Position: Uh, excuse me, the top?
Names (That I asked around): Arsonist | Duke Killer | The Creator | A Storyteller | An Observer | The Star
More but eh…
Greatest human being alive | Normal human | A master in stupid shit | Connoisseur in the arts of _____ | Background character
Self proclaimed some of them.
Abilities: Too many to list. But they all come from one. ████████████.
P.O.B: Earth. Confusing much?
Personality: The same for many years. Though it can be described as Anachronistic. Not ever changing but everything else around him. Only 'growing'.
Though if separated, a relaxed expressive manner suits him I guess?
History: A long, long one. Why do you think this guy is an anachronistic?
Memory History: From suicide, genocide, fratricide, arson, homicide, burglary, identity fraud, protesting, threats, bombing, and all the other ones.
Basically, if there was a criminal record, he would have a majority of them. For a background self insert character, that's one hell of a life.
Miscellaneous: A strange person. Lazy. Obsession over numbers(?) actually more like perfectionism. Nothing and everything to say. Turbulence is nothing new to him. No favorite food. He's not human.
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"Hey should I add it?"
"Wha."
"Well, the book."
"..."
"Also, what is this."
"You."
"It's slander! I never did thaaaaaaaaaat!"
"Showing a child."
"Mm?"
"And forcing them to murder their family?"
"Your honor, in my defense, it was for the greater good."
"..."
"..."
…
"Don't look at me like that."
"I can."
"I'll…!"
"Try."
"..."
"Try!"
"...."
"...."
"Go ahead with writing that."
"Really."
"Not like it's a big secret or anythin."
"Tsk…"
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"Give me a five!"
"Believe me, when I say, she was not bright."
Princey was just confused.
And of course, what he said was incorrect.
"I am the greatest! No one! Can stop meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!"
"I have no idea what she's listening to."
Princey's not gonna get it.
Actually keeling over from a lack of oxygen.
Loosening the grip, princey's breath inhaled all the air around us.
Wires are not thick.
Well, mine aren't.
"Tsk tsk this is what I get for trusting a nobody."
This nobody is going to kick your fucking ass you hypocrite.
As we got closer to the ice, I saw myself again.
"Flattened pancake or paper?"
"...It's both."
"Yeah I wonder how that happened."
I'm gonna kill this bastard.
Princey did not have a reflection. Only just a haze.
Well it was more like an extremely vague and thin outline than anything.
For me, I was just a squashed fruit. The version of my outfit was in it's… third, fourth version after being diabolically brought to the brink of death a couple times?
I kinda forgot.
Anyways, I was missing some of my organs according to lightning fashion cacao lover heretic after being smacked.
Punctured?
I mean. I can see that in front of me.
I can see the blood.
Slimy, viscous, not at all conspicuous since I'm already wearing dark red, and best of all!
"Who are you really..?"
Someone lucky enough to have a one way ticket to being a queen.
"Keep moving, you bimbo."
"I have leeeeeegs."
He gave me the 'you serious?' face.
"Better than before."
"You could barely run for two minutes."
Hey well! Uh! Uhh…!
"I didn't like gym?!"
"Look at this cracker! Can you believe it!?"
Princey is confused!
Princey nods half heartedly!
"Exactly why she's stupid."
"...How?" an incredulous expression blooming on Princey's face.
He glanced at princey then me.
"This is your fault."
"My fault? For what!"
"Existing." he leaned his head back.
Showcasing a superior face full of looking down at plebians.
"Hey, you think I'm gonna accept that?!"
"Fake. Yes."
….Okay, fair.
But.
"Fake? No."
"Lie? Mhm."
"Face? Finger."
"Murdered? Who?"
"Desecrated! You!"
He blinked with a blank face. However the look in his eyes said otherwise.
"...How did it come to this..?"
Well princey.
My neck is being strangled.
"Urgh."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa–"
While I was being shaken by my neck, I felt like a pincushion.
Princey, just watched with a rapidly changing face.
"Alright I'm done."
Then he started walking.
I ran and grabbed his hood. He fell and I kept running.
"Ah."
Princey silently looked at him.
Well maybe?
I wasn't paying attention.
"So. How's your day?"
Lo and behold it was me!
"Mines awful. For the past two, three days?"
Of course, of course!
It must be me!
"I am the greatest being ever!"
"M Y N E C K ."
****
I relish pain.
"Hack..!" I kept coughing.
Oh how I relish pain.
"Now that's fun. Fun." he smiled.
Utter bullshit.
"That's just… funny…"
Tell me.
How long do I have to be like this?
Little ol me ain't a fighter.
"It's fun. Is it what I live for?"
"...No."
"Of course. I can't."
I'm not sure how he's holding it in while also being shanked in the chest.
Fuck, I also got britished.
"What shall we do?"
"..."
Unnerved Princey?
Got a new name for ye.
The Childless Prince.
Ezekiel.
When there's a vacuum someone's gotta take it.
The law of humanity.
The greedy.
The arrogant.
The virtuous.
The prideful.
The trustworthy.
I checked my left hand.
It was shaking, but it's still there.
"Speak. Why have you come back?"
"A little sightseeing."
"Then…"
The Childless Prince looked at me.
Hey, unsure after all that?
Can't you tell between the two differences?
The right of speech and whatnot?
"Why are you, The harbinger here?"
Desperation born from a lack of action.
Yeah me too, I was sightseeing.
I wanted to murder ye.
Lost my way to the destination.
"...."
There is no answer.
The smile disappeared as quickly as it came from his face.
Alike?
Maybe.
I can lie, lie, lie, deceive.
I can spit fact, fact, fact, Truth.
"...The mask."
Oh your majesty.
That's a sin of breaking privacy.
Who doesn't love to sin however?
Warily the guards approached. For the magnanimous title of royal knights, they seem much more like guards than anything.
"Sometimes you have to remember."
Consequence.
"Alone? Living? Anguish? What matters?"
Thinking.
They grab my mask.
The Childless Prince widened his eyes.
"Wait!"
When you open a box you can't exactly unsee it.
Now such an action echoed with no stopping.
Alright, I'm being a bit of a whiner and whatnot, but really.
"Happy now?"
"Y-You."
Congrats.
My favorite line.
My horribly grotesque of a face, full on display! Woe is me.
It's so bad dawg. It's permeated with skin, lifeless, smooth…
Okay, I'm lying.
It's just my face.
A regular face with normal eyes.
Like, it's just light brown hair bordering the edges of redheads and blondes.
Well, my eyes don't match well with my hair. At least my mom had more colorful eyes than me.
"Everything I own…. Can I say that?"
"Sure."
"Alright."
Oh the fire of blood.
"Did you know when I die, they say it's like a work of art?"
"..."
The Childless Prince dazedly stared.
"I do and don't understand. It's me, me, me again."
I slowly stood up.
"Your majesty. Permission."
Likewise, they would do something.
But when its just a few.
Well.
"Can't ever forget it once you saw."
"Your majesty!"
A smile bloomed on my face.
The Childless Prince looked down. Then just ignored it and returned back to the previous state before.
"Hey don't touch my face." I pried the prince's fingers off. "Have some courtesy and dignity."
I walked back to my spot and stood.
"Wondyful."
"Motherfucker–" I coughed. "I was dying inside the entire time."
"Meh meh."
"Y-Your majesty!!"
"Though this isn't quite good enough."
Put through the wringer! Hear ye, hear ye.
When you want to do something.
Do it thoroughly.
"Ah that's. Hah. Godammit. This is all your fault."
"Nuh uh."
Now where's my… mask…
Oh there it is.
I picked it off from the frozen guard knight(?) and slipped it on my face.
"Ahem."
He was not amused.
Jokes on you! I have backup plan to the backup plan!
I snapped.
The Childless Prince grabbed air.
That makes two intervals.
I glance to the ice far away.
…It's me again.
Gone was my side. Singed and missing half my head. Mangled leg barely holding.
You know that fucking hurt to be in right.
Woe is me! Woe is me!!!
"Explaineth. Why."
"Wha."
There is no beauty in that one. Yet.
"How should I know?"
"THIS CAN'T HAPPEN WITHOUTH FA– UGRSJKGUHD–!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I see you can choke on air.
"Why do you hide behind a mask?"
The Childless Prince asks.
Clarity fading and returning.
I glance at ████.
In turn he does too.
"I guess we should start the second act."[1]
He stretched.
"How long?"
"Enough to drive it right home."
Aight.
Guess it's over.
"I… Do not understand… There is no fear. No… it's. You follow for what..? You act accordingly under the mask…"
I can't understand dude.
"Whisked away by the pace of…" the Prince blankly looked at ████. "Do you hide under it from… it?"
"Haaaaaaaarsh. I should protest my gender equality rights!" ████ exasperated.
"Such confidence… there is no lack of it. Not born from emotion…. So why? Why do you hide under it?"
….
….
….
I'm being called out for no reason. Maaaaaaaaaaaan.
████ had a smile grow as he watched.
I played the hero one time.
From spewing vitriol to better myself.
Heh I still do that.
Afterwards, I got a brilliant idea. Do the opposite!
Be crushed under the weight of lives.
Sustain everything.
The bright star who was betted on.
Guess who~?
Aight being rhetoric won't help currently.
"Captain's orders."
Man am I on fire.
Literally.
I played around with the knife.
It's a candle with melted wax.
The breaking of space molded into a fine slit across the ice.
"Under the order, none shall see the light."
The Knife of Insanity reached it's maximum glow.
"Now let's have an entertaining show for everyone."
I flipped the knife to face forward.
"Show me the magic!"
The knuckle dusters slammed against each other as he headed forward.
I smiled and shook my head lightly at a random thought.
Really we just yapped for about half a day.
Just for one joke.
Damn.
— —
Her usage of the knife with a strange design was a listless glide between foe and herself.
"Your majesty! Leave!"
Deflecting the blade narrowing to her neck by using her arm as a shield.
Then twirling the knife straight into the heart of the attacker.
It should be remorse felt.
The sensation of guilt.
However.
What is felt is elation.
Like watching a play.
Or riding a horse and feeling the wind.
I see a woman with no face.
Only two empty holes for eyes.
A black mask covering everything. With such darkness no colour was near it.
Now.
I see a woman with a mask.
Engraved on it was gold.
Flowing like a flower's stem.
She threw the knife and it hit the shoulder of the knight facing her after the last one fell. Suddenly appearing in front of them and ripping it out before then plunging it back in the chest.
"Your majesty we must leave!"
From the spraying red, it never left me.
A woman in all red.
Silver adorned on the chest and arms.
Brown boots with the same silver.
Each movement the red cape fluttered.
When she was surrounded, she pulled out the curved blade. The red and gold forged into a sharp edge, held with a pattern stranger for hilts.
Thrusting it down, it turned into an orange hue.
–Boom!
"Your majesty please!"
What is Anya saying?
It does not matter.
I saw the woman with a mask walk forth unscathed.
All knights are strong.
To be defeated by a woman who looks neither a warrior or able bodied.
From the abyss where the eyes are supposed to be, there it was again.
The leather on the arm changed from it's regular colour to the metal.
Gold.
Golden eyes stared at me.
Holding a blade seared in Gold.
Adorned in Gold.
Those eyes flickered below and put away the knife.
The injury from when they were ambushed had now passed.
But I can see it.
Red blood with a light mixed into it.
Every fibre had Gold.
Weapons, blood, clothing, eyes.
A vibrance unseen in even the metal in itself.
The eyes watched me once more.
The mask now etched and gilded with that metal.
Despite that, the knights managed barely.
But the other adversary…
None could stand it.
For that stood.
The incarnation of Desire.
Was it a struggle or an animal playing with food?
To see it with my own eyes.
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[1] I like small words again