Yeah. This is Lunacy rewritten. Nah. Lunacy won't end. I'm just going to put this out so you guys can read something else that is similar to Lunacy. Well, this time this Add is more sarcastic, twisted, and will only focus on one job :P
Yeah, I'm currently having Writer's Block for the current Lunacy. I seriously have no idea where I was going with the story XD. I'll figure it out soon though. After all...
SUMMER VACATION IS HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
Years. Decades. Centuries. Perhaps even a Millenia. For this small little boy, time no longer mattered for him. Here he was, stuck in a dim library made of marble. Countless books were piled in the shelves; a few of them were lying in the floor.
"Worthless," growled a voice. It was tender and soft, yet raspy and unsettling. A voice that even the devils would cower from.
Here was a boy, only in the age of 16. He fell into this never-ending maze of knowledge during his escape from his captors.
His life back then was enviable.
He came from a loving family that any child would die to have. He had a wonderful mother, and a brilliant father.
A father, whose brilliance illuminated even the darkest of nights. A mother, whose love forced all sufferings to leave.
He was simply a child, blinded by all the love and attention he was being given. He looked up to his father, who regarded him with pride. With so much admiration for his father, he's never noticed the unspeakable objects his father was performing.
Forbidden Nasod Technology.
One that included infusing said technology with a living being.
It was forbidden by the highest order from its potential to bring disastrous consequences.
Events that could lead to war. Events that could lead to nations being power-hungry.
As a result, they were attacked.
As the outcome, they were slaughtered.
None was left behind.
Except for a child, who was given mercy by one of the knights.
Yet, he was never given the opportunity by the others.
He was taken to the town, then enslaved. "A suitable punishment for being the child of a mad scientist", they would say. He was never given a chance to repent; never a chance to prove his innocence.
After all, these people feared of this child taking his place.
Such as the daughter of a mad man who lived deep in the forest. She who performs odd surgeries to people, and create monsters. If that girl hadn't existed, then the child would be living a more… peaceful life.
The child was given countless tasks. Most of them were impossible to perform. They were simply excuses in order to punish the child, simply for "existing".
It was a simple slap at first. It proceeded to get worse by the weeks. It turned into using blunt objects, ultimately leading to the usage of poison and torture with sharp objects.
Not even his precious condition was preserved.
It was as if physical torment wasn't enough.
He was plagued by the nightmares of death.
It was simply a miracle this child had survived for so long.
Another miracle is when the child had decided to run away.
He had nowhere to go, nowhere to stay.
But he knew he had to try.
As a result, he was chased.
As an outcome, he fell into this labyrinth of knowledge.
The probability of this happening was definitely one in a million.
It was simply his bad luck that Fate led him to this El awful place.
"Not this," growled the same voice. He threw the book he was holding across the corridor. Its impact echoing through the empty space. Not a presence of life; only he and his investions:
The Nasod Drives.
They were machines created to support in performing feats a human could never before. The ability to sail through the air, the ability to create matter out of thin air, and the ability of creating electrical shocks; all of these were able to be acted upon by the Drives.
The last ability granted the Drives' name: Dynamos.
Its mechanism was simple. They were intertwined with Add's brain by a series of wires, connected with his modified left eye. Simply put, the energy, which empowers these Drives, come straight from Add's brain. If one should be specific, it comes from his Neurons.
In order for the drives to work, Add needs to calculate the process within his brain. After calculating the needed equation to perform an act, the brain sends out an impulse to his left eye. The left eye proceeds to instruct the dynamos on what to do, physically applying his calculations.
Fortunately for Add, he has a large processing power in his brain.
Unfortunately, the process of making these was inconceivable.
Add had to perform surgery on himself to gouge out his left eye, and replace it with the modified one. Now, he has a pink scar running down his left side.
The boy in question had properly conditioned hair. Although now long enough to reach his upper back. His genetic white hair had no specks of dust in it; including his clothes. A black jacket on top of a white shirt with an intricate pattern. To top it all off, the center donned the symbol of his family:
A power button.
He sighed exasperatedly. So far, the library had nothing been but a disappointment. Sure, the Drives were a great success, but he was looking for something else.
He was looking for further means of gaining power.
Years of being trapped in the library can bring twisted outcomes.
Such as a now cackling boy as he'd found a new toy.
It was a warrior created out of wood. It was infused with El's energy, thus giving it life.
"Scream!" shouted the boy. Perhaps, it's even more of a shrill. Either way, he was pleased.
Add raised his hand and positioned it right in front of him; aiming right at the warrior. He ran through a simple process in his brain, a sequence he's memorized after practicing it over and over again.
The Drives formed a circle around his lifted hand, and began generating electrical energy. The Drives simultaneously released the energy, before Add pulled his hand back.
"Sonic Boom!" he shouted. The Drives surged the gathered energy forwards, completely piercing through the warrior. It left a gaping hole, causing the poor victim to fall apart.
Upon its death, Add was clearly disappointed. His face was donned with a frown.
"How I wish to… well, find a better enemy. These things won't… cut it," said Add, twitching for a moment.
He looked up into the ceiling and found a small crack on it. Add sighed. As much as he'd like to leave this place, he could only handle momentary flight. The amount of calculations needed to be performed is enough to strain his brain for a lifetime. As such, he could only have the gift of flight for a short period of time.
He thought about climbing the bookcases as well before flying upwards in the air.
Every time he tries out that idea, the library would shake.
It was as if the library didn't want him to leave.
It was enough to frustrate the mad man.
"Kuh, this place is way too fucking bad!" shouted Add, slamming his fist against a bookshelf.
A loud crack.
Unfortunately for Add, he hit the very shelf that supported the cavern.
The rocks began falling down. The library was shaking like it was hit by a magnitude eight. The bookshelves collapsed and fell on top of each other. The very little living Nasods inside the library panicked and ran into each other. Out of everything Add would say, he chose a very smart and witty response to what he did.
"Oh."
Add ran to the nearest cover, as he'd dodged every rock that threatened to turn him into a squished bug. Personally, he'd prefer dying fabulously.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Add, you're so fucking stupid," shouted Add. Right now, he was running from his life. Add was glad he read the Prometheus School of Running Away from Things Guide Book. If not, he wouldn't even be alive right now.
He observed the surroundings, and found an even harder task: the floor was cracking apart.
"Fuck!" cursed Add. He jumped on his dynamos, and kicked up the acceleration.
It hasn't been 15 seconds when Add already felt the strain. He groaned in pain, and began to feel the migraine taking over.
"How is it that I can create powerful blasts of electricity that can threaten to blow up a whole fucking village, but I cannot fly for 15 fucking seconds? This is a mad house. A mad house!" fussed Add within rapid successions. Even the fastest speaker of the world wouldn't have been able to understand him.
Within a fit of anger, Add accidentally ran through the procedure of accelerating the electrons around him.
"Damn it," deadpanned Add without even a trace of emotion, before he accidentally let out a powerful blast of electricity, courtesy of his Drives.
The blast hit one of the pillars and "coincidentally" turned into a path to the crater.
"Hooray for deus-ex-machina," Add muttered under his breath. He ran through the ever so obvious craters, and climbed up the bookshelves. Fortunately, he was an expert climber even though he had absolutely no experience in climbing bookshelves whatsoever and could've just taken the easy option of climbing the ladder right next to him.
Well, the time he tried to get up the bookshelves just to get to the crater didn't count. He used the ladder.
"Why the fuck didn't I use the ladder?!" groaned Add.
It didn't matter anyway. He was already scaling through the shelves, and jumped on the pillar.
Well, the pillar was shaking already.
"This is some Indiana Jones shit," thought Add. He ran up the pillar, dodging any projectiles that seem to get in his way. "Who the fuck is throwing these? Venti?" shouted Add, rather sarcastically. Within the last stretch, he leaped forwards and successfully escaped the library.
Only to meet dazzling sunlight and green grass. Also, the sound of rushing footsteps.
"Gah, irritating," growled Add, covering his eyes from the sudden radiance of the sun. His ears were ringing from the noise around him. Looks like it's going to take some time for him to adjust.
"Come on, come on, come on! We need to get out of here before those brats gets us," ordered a man whose voice was deeper than the sea.
"Yessir!"shouted his seemingly two accomplices.
"Heeey, get back here!" shouted another voice whose voice seemingly JUST hitting puberty.
"God, that voice is so fucking irritating. I'm getting bad vibes from it already," said Add with disgust.
"Hey, help us out here first!" shouted a girl's voice. No, perhaps a squeak would make more sense.
"… Was that a fuckin mouse?" asked Add, rather confused already.
He took a step forward, only to feel his foot stepping on something… soft and with a jelly-like texture. Expect more… squishy.
He glanced down at his feet, and felt his blood boil almost instantly.
He was stepping on mud.
"What a wonderful day to be alive," said Add.