A/N: 'Sup, Subspace Ace here with a New fanfic! It's Not the Subspace Emissary you've Come to Know and Love, but hey. That's Why it's a good 'Fic
Nothing.
Complete
emptiness.
That is what remained after one calling himself the
"Ancient Minister" destroyed the entire universe. All that
remained was himself, a countless amount of lost, wandering souls,
and his "perfect empire" called Subspace.
What were his
subjects? He doesn't have a specific name for these various
creatures. They are formed from a lost soul trapped in an artificial
darkness-made vessel. The most common and diverse of his creatures,
he calls Primid. In any case, these creatures support the
Ancient Minister with undying loyalty.
…Actually, another
thing endured the universe's end.
Us. We are a tribe of priests
dedicated to the longevity and protection of the universe.
We have
failed, yes, but we are trying our best to find a way to undo what
the Ancient Minister has done.
We are recognized by the shimmering
white gloves we wear. These white gloves are the symbol of our
clan.
Also surviving with us were two young boys. They were twin
brothers, orphaned at a tender age, and have been raised by us ever
since.
Their names are Trasme and Zyrca. Trasme wore
only one white glove, on his right hand, and so did Zyrca on his
left.
They show great optimism and willpower even in the darkest
times. If only we shared that trait…
Interesting thing,
actually—when they hit 11, they wanted to train in battle skills.
We were surprised, but we allowed them to.
The training shrine
involved almost-lifelike holograms of humanoid beings, which come and
attack. It was nothing unlike a simple VR combat program.
The
older one, Trasme, went in first.
There appeared four of the
humanoid holograms, or Fighting Wire Frames, if that's what
to call them. They went at Trasme…and before anyone knew it, he
swished his arms side-to-side, summoning two ripples of energy
pulsating up and around him, striking the Wire Frames and knocking
them away.
Next, one tried to punch Trasme. He just leaned back,
darted away in a back flip, and pointed his index and middle fingers
like a gun at it. He was surrounded by an aura image of what
looked like a big white glove as those two fingers glowed.
Then, the fingers fired a giant fiery plasma shot, which tore
through the Wire Frame, sending it flying into the danger
boundary, which is the "ring out" walls of the arena.
The
other three Wire Frames came charging at him. He crouched to avoid
one Wire Frame's swinging foot, then swung his open right hand
forth. The large aura image of the white glove grabbed this
one, squeezed it, then slammed it into the other two. He then leapt
into all three with his fist forth, smashing into them as if he was
rocketing, sending them flying past the danger boundary.
It
was incredible! He was almost perfectly balanced on a high
scale.
Next, the younger and more docile Zyrca entered.
Once
again, four Fighting Wire Frames appeared. When they came charging at
him, his eyes widened in fear…
And then he charged at the four
and swung his left fist to where it whacked all four.
It seemed
when he was confronted by a danger, he would go berserk on enemies,
at least until the threat is gone.
In any case, he gained an aura
image of a giant white glove around himself. He then ran forth while
motioning his left hand like a walking spider. The aura image started
spider-walking, trampling the still-weary Wire Frames.
Then,
he raised his left hand and waved it about lightly. The aura image
lifted up and scattered little round bombs, which pelted the
Wire Frames, hammering them with explosion after explosion. He then
smashed them all in a swinging kick, knocking them all out of the
danger boundary.
It was after that that he caught his breath and
resumed his normal, docile state.
We were really amazed with
these boys. They were immensely powerful, yet were able to keep their
powers under complete control.
Fortunately, since the Ancient
Minister and his Subspace Army knew nothing of our existence, the
boys were safe. We could hope…And we kept that hope since then, for
about 2 years.
One recent day, Trasme and Zyrca met up with
each other from their walks.
Trasme So, how was
your walk?
Zyrca It was fine. But…you won't
believe what happened.
Zyrca held out a small trophy. It
looked like a small round pink puffball with a cute face and red
shoes.
Trasme Is that a…trophy? Where did you
find it?
Zyrca That's the thing, Big Bro—see,
while I was walking, I saw a small glowing orb in my path. And…when
I touched it…it turned into this!
Trasme was amazed.
Trasme
Strange…A similar thing happened with me!
Trasme showed a trophy
that he found—it looked like a short plumber, dressed in blue
overalls, white gloves, and a red cap.
Trasme
Actually, I found a lot of other ones, but…well, there were too
many. They're all at home right now.
Zyrca Same
with all my other ones. I must've found…I don't know, about a
thousand trophies this way.
Trasme Me
too!…Strange…we touched these glowing orbs, and they become
trophies…Why is this?
They came and asked one of our sages.
He looked at the plumber and puffball trophies, and he had this to
say to them.
Sage Hmmmm…Well, perhaps I should
tell you what those glowing orbs are. Shall I?
Trasme
We can handle it.
Zyrca Yeah.
Sage
Very well…Those orbs are actually lost souls—ones that
didn't survive the end of the universe.
Trasme and Zyrca almost
jumped back.
Trasme & Zyrca Really??
Sage
Yes, really. It seems that by coming in contact with the gloves of
our clan—like the ones you boys wear—they have gained new
bodies…but it seems that due to the curse of Subspace, the most
body they can attain is a trophy form.
He handed the two trophies
back to Trasme and Zyrca.
Trasme Say…We've
actually touched a lot of these lost souls and they all became
trophies.
Zyrca We have them all at home, and…well,
they're taking up a lot of space.
The sage nodded slightly and
went through his things, until he found two cases, and gave one to
each brother.
Sage Here—these cases can hold a
great multitude of these trophies. I already have several, so you
boys can have these.
Trasme & Zyrca Thanks!
The
sage nodded.
Sage You're welcome. And do be
careful with them! They are still beings, after all.
The two boys
nodded, and walked home. Little did anyone know that a few miles
outside our small village, a Primid scout has seen our homes. He got
onto his Roader partner and they sped back to the palace of the
Ancient Minister.
Meanwhile, in the Ancient Minister's
palace in Subspace, the scout ran tiredly to the Minister.
Ancient
Minister Primid! What has you so worked up?
Primid
Scout Begging your forgiveness, m'lord. You see…erm…how
to describe it…
Ancient Minister Just…tell me
what you found.
Primid Scout Oh! Well…it seems
something other than you and this empire survived the universe's
end.
The Minister was surprised.
Ancient Minister
Surely you jest…!
Primid Scout I-I'm afraid I
don't, m'lord.
The Minister got up from his throne and paced
back and forth, worryingly.
Ancient Minister
Hmmm…this can't be right…Did you obtain a visual duplicate on
them?
Primid Scout Yes, m'lord. Uploading it
now.
The scout held up a snapshot, and it summoned a larger
version of it. It showed the village. The Minister looked carefully
at the buildings and constructed styles.
Ancient Minister
Why these…These are in the architectural styles of…
Primid
Scout Of what…?
Ancient Minister …of
this one clan…Yes, a clan trying to ensure the universe's
survival. Tch! I guess I can't be amazed if they themselves
survived…
Primid Scout I see…What now,
m'lord?
The Minister kept pacing, thinking to himself. He then
came to a conclusion.
Ancient Minister Scout! Go
and report the rest of the Subspace Army. Tell them to launch an
all-out attack on this village. Leave no survivors!
Primid
Scout Right away, m'lord! Hail Ancient Minister!
The
scout ran off to alert the rest of the Subspace Army of his orders.
The Minister then looked off into the empty distance.
Ancient
Minister So, you want the universe to live? Hmph. See your
consequence!
Meanwhile, Trasme and Zyrca were at their home.
They had just finished putting all their trophies into their
cases.
Zyrca I hope it's comfy in these. Even if
they're stiffed up, I doubt they'd like it if they found it hard
to rest in.
Trasme Yeah…Y'know, these trophies
were once other people, other beings…you know?
Zyrca
Yep.
Trasme You ever wonder if we could still
revive the universe, so that these guys wouldn't be stuck like this
forever?
Zyrca Isn't that what the clan's
trying?
Trasme Exactly.
Zyrca
Actually, it's kinda our dream, too. Then none of us would have to
look into Subspace's emptiness all the time.
Trasme
Yep…Well, right now, we can only hope.
Just then, the brothers
heard screaming outside. They grabbed their cases and went outside.
There…
They saw the Subspace Army, tearing the
village apart. Torching it, crushing it, dicing it, every method was
being used to try and destroy the village and its
inhabitants.
Trasme Uh oh. C'mon! We gotta fight
them off!
Zyrca Right! They want crazy? I'll show
'em crazy!
Trasme and Zyrca charged forth. But then Zyrca
stopped and looked back to the house.
Trasme
What?
Zyrca I just remembered! I forgot a few
trophies! Be right back!
Trasme Alright, but
hurry!
Zyrca ran back home while Trasme went into the battle.
Zyrca found on his bed the few trophies he forgot—a tall
green-dressed plumber, a fox-like person, a princess wearing a pink
dress, a monkey wearing a red cap and shirt, and a few others.
Anyway, he got all those into his case, and then hurried back out to
aid Trasme.
Trasme and his glove image already blasted away a
multitude of the Subspace creatures. Zyrca summoned his glove image
and joined the fight. They punched, lasered, shot, bombed, slammed,
tackled, kicked, chopped, and clobbered these fiends
left-and-right.
After clearing out a very great number, a lot more
of the Subspace Army came in. They've already destroyed the whole
village. They've defeated everybody. All that remained were Trasme,
Zyrca, and their trophies.
Trasme Great…Looks
like this is it…
Zyrca looked to the sides, then put his case
into Trasme's hands.
Zyrca No it isn't. You
gotta get out of here!
Trasme What do you
mean?
Zyrca There's no other way to stop these
and ensure your survival. Now hang onto those!
Trasme
W-Wait! You don't mean—
Zyrca's glove image grabbed Trasme,
and then threw him to a bright corner of the void, past all the
Subspace creatures.
Trasme No wait! Don't!!
Zyrca
…Sorry, Big Bro. I have to.
Zyrca then started glowing wildly in
a fiery aura.
Zyrca …farewell…
The next
they knew, the Subspace creatures were engulfed in a giant explosion
of light energy and fire. This destroyed every single one of them,
even freeing the souls that held them captive. Zyrca, however…there
was no trace of him left. Not even of the glove on his left hand. He
used his whole being and life to defeat this segment of the Subspace
Army.
At a faraway place, Trasme saw this explosion. He didn't
know how to respond to this. He was traumatized at the destruction of
his home, saddened at the loss of his younger brother, and angered at
what the Subspace Army did.
Trasme I don't
believe this…
But then, he looked at the two cases. These
contained all the trophies that Trasme and Zyrca collected.
Trasme
Hmph. And I thought that the restoration of the universe was
possible…
At those words, the glove on his right hand glowed
like crazy. It radiated with a soulful energy. Parts of it seemed
nostalgic to him.
Trasme Mementos from the
clan…?
It seemed his glove held in the collective hopes of
the clan to continue to longevity of the universe. The glow then
transferred from his glove and formed something. It appeared to be a
sphere of light. It grew and grew and grew…
…until Trasme
found himself standing on its surface like a grain of sand on a wide
beach. That sphere became a new world.
Trasme
A world…? I created a world? This…This is amazing!
He then
looked at the cases.
Trasme Hmm. This seems to be a
perfect world for these trophies. I wonder if that collected hope can
bring them to life…
He opened the cases, and touched each one
with his right hand. All the trophies in each one radiated brightly,
and they flew out to different sections of the world. Where they
wound up at, they grew from their tiny trophy size to their regular
sizes from before the universe ended.
For some time, the
trophies lived normal lives. They even took to a sport of fighting,
inherited from Trasme and Zyrca's combat training. Since their
being knocked out involved going immobile, like a trophy, could often
be remedied by a tap on the trophy base, it wasn't so
barbaric.
Trasme, however…Nobody has ever seen or heard of him.
He must be in hiding, watching over the trophies.
After some
time, at the Ancient Minister's palace, a Primid scout made a
report.
Ancient Minister You look breathless.
Anything wrong…?
Primid Scout Y-Yes actually.
It…It seems…well…Come look for yourself!
At the palace's
balcony, the Minister could clearly see it—some sort of world in
the brightest corner of the emptiness.
Ancient Minister
This…doesn't look right. It seems one of those clan members
escaped and managed to make that…
Primid Scout I
know, m'lord. Won't this ruin our reputation as the rulers of all
that exist?
The Minister shook his head.
Ancient
Minister Hmm heh heh heh…Ohhh, they don't rule anything.
We rule everything! We will just have to give its maker the proper
punishment…by stealing his new world, piece by piece!
Primid
Scout Great idea, m'lord!
Ancient Minister
Scout! Report to our research team. Have them design devices that
will suck sections of that world into the depths of Subspace.
Primid
Scout Right away, m'lord! Hail Ancient Minister!
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand END LEVEL! Pardon the Script format, it was the only thing I can get off Deviantart