A/N: Hi there, just to clarify some things before we started.

I'm new in this platform so don't get surprised if you see this story multiple times because I may correct it like 3 or 4 times, maybe.

This is my first time writing something, but hey, don't worry, I put a lot of effort into it.

I'm not a native English speaker. Wait, just hear me out, I know, I'm a try harder but one of the motives behind this is to improve in both things so if it's not a bother, I'd really appreciated if you help me. Something that needs to change or something like that just let me know.

I'm relative new to the franchise so if a terminology is off, let know and I'd read the entire wiki if it's necessary.

One last thing, you'll find some swearing (that I don't think I'm good at it anyway) So, if you're one of those people who get triggered easily, I recommend you (Because I still want you to read it) to go watch some card against humanity or some 'Papa Franku'(RIP) videos cause I'm not even near that level. If you're not just ignore this.

That's everything I guess… Oh boy, I'm so nervous, but whatever, don't be a pussy Thicc. Here goes nothing.

The Master candidate No.39

A white haired girl woke up from her slumber. She stood up while looking around to the destroyed city that was consumed by fire. "Where ... am I?" It's the first thing that came out of her mouth, but there's no one around to answer her.

Behind her some sounds alerted her. Turning around, she discovered a large number of skeletons, creatures created through Magecraft. Some had their skulls broken, others lack a limb, but all possessed a weapon, whether it's a bow a spear or a sword. Each and every one of them looked at the woman, if it is possible to describe such action for creatures that don't have eyes.

The skeletons began their pursuit of the girl, who in response screamed and started running in the opposite direction.

In her escaped she ends up stumbling, panicking, she turned around and started shooting the skeletons with spheres made out of prana from her index finger, knocking down some skeletons and barely managing to keep them away.

"Why do I have to go through this?" she said out of frustration.

Then she heard a noise above her. She found a skeleton that jumped of a light bulb to give her the final blow. Seeing her death, she shut her eyes out of fear, yelling the only thing that came to her mind. "Help me, Lev!" It's when something came out from behind the rubble, splitting the skeleton in half and making it disappear.

When nothing happened, the girl opened her eyes to find the skeletons being easily massacred by a man. This one is wearing a shoulderless dark blue kimono; a hakama of the same color and the geta is completely black. His black hair is long and messy, but what stands out the most is his weapon, a rusted sword as big as his own body with a serrated blade resembling a butcher knife more than a sword.

The white-haired woman is perplexed seeing what happens before her, but a voice brought her back to reality. "Hey, are you okay?!" Two girls ran in her direction. One of them had light purple hair, wearing somewhat revealing black armor while carrying a huge cross- shield that seems too big and heavy for a girl so fragile; however, she carried it like a toy. The other girl had reddish brown hair with a side-ponytail on the left, she wore a uniform consisting of a white jacket with three side straps, two of which didn't seem to have any other function than to accentuate her breast, a black skirt together with black leggings underneath and boots of the same color as his jacket.

"Director Olga Marie?" The girl with the shield said surprised to run into her superior. This white-haired girl is Olga Marie Animusphere, the current Director of Chaldea Security Organization or just Chaldea for short.

"Miss Kyrielight? What's going on? "Olga responded equally surprised to see the girl who always walks the Chaldea corridors.

"Director, about the situation. I know it's hard to believe but—" the girl is abruptly interrupted.

"A Demi-Servant right?" Miss Animusphere said regaining her composure. "That's pretty obvious. What I want to know, it's why is successful all of a sudden!"

"And you!" She changed her target to the red-haired girl. "How did you become a Master?" She went from being afraid to calm down and now is getting irritated all of a sudden. "Only top-class mages can do that. What did you do to her to have her do your bidding?"

"Wow, you are way off base!" the girl answered.

"You're getting it wrong Director" the girl called Kyrielight hurried to respond. "I'm actually the one who forced the contract"

"What did you say?"

"Allow me to explain how it happened" The explanation took a couple of minutes.

"I see" Olga said. "Then, who is that guy over there?" She pointed to the man who just finished with the skeletons, but the girls look at each other in confusion.

The man sighed as he plunged his sword into the concrete; the weapon started to disappear in blue mist, then he turned around, revealing his face that was covered by a mask. This mask was red as blood, had four horns and the mouth was full of sharp teeth, and both the upper and lower fangs were longer to the point of not fitting into its mouth and protruding from it. It was truly the mask of a demon.

The man began to walk towards the girls who had done nothing but talk during all this time that he had been fighting.

The three women were put on guard not knowing if this man posed any threat, so they covered behind the shield of the newly converted Demi-servant.

"You know? I would appreciate a 'thank you'. And you could also have given me a hand Mash. *Sigh* I hope you don't think about leaving me the entire goddamn job." The man said as he took his mask off, revealing two dark brown orbs.

Three curious heads popped out from behind the shield to see the man who spoke to them on a familiar way to them.

"You are..." The Director said, surprised to recognize that person's face. "The Master candidate No. 39 Ethan Pierce, How's that ...?" Olga was puzzled and not only her but the others as well.

"Hey, that's mean Olga, don't call me like I'm some stranger who has just appeared for the first time in a story or something like that" The black-haired boy replied somewhat indignantly, faking an upset face.

"But you ... you were…" This time Kyrielight was the one who talked, still puzzled.

" Dying? Let's say I had a little bit of luck" He said with a smirk.

The Master candidate No. 39, Ethan Pierce, he was one of the many who were called on the pretext of participating in the operation to restore human history, although in reality the truth was that he and the other last nine candidates were called nothing more than to fill the gaps.

That same day he had met Fujimaru Ritsuka, another Master candidate, who was sleeping in the middle of one of the corridors of Chaldea or at least that was how he saw it, and like any good gentleman he was, he simply put his jacket on the girl so that she didn't catch cold, and went on his way. It was impossible for him to wake a lady who slept so peacefully.

Sometime later, he found Ritsuka again at the entrance at the central control room, but this time Ritsuka was accompanied by Mash Kyrielight and the man named Lev Lainur. Ethan already had met the two of them on the past few days. Miss Kyrielight was a shy and pure girl who apparently needed a lot of protection from the darkness that the world has. The professor Lev Laniur was a reliable and respectable person, a total role model for everyone in Chaldea.

Inside the control room with everyone in their respective seats. Olga Marie Animusphere started giving information about the Singularity to the Masters candidates; but not long after, she was interrupted by the snoring of one of her guests, Fujimaru Ritsuka to be precise, which with the temperament that Olga had, she immediately expelled Ritsuka and excluded her from the operation. Kyrielight went out with her to accompany her to her room.

"Hey Olga, that was pretty rude of you. Is this how you treat your guests? The poor girl may not feel well because of the simulation she performed. Have a little bit of compassion, please." the one jumping in to the defense of the newly expelled girl was Ethan, who was sitting in a fairly relaxed position despite the situation.

"If so, then we don't need useless candidates who can't stand something like that. And I don't remember giving you permission to call me by my first name, Candidate No. 39." Chaldea's Director responded as she walks back to the platform while crossing her arms and closing her eyes, showing her arrogance. "You can also withdraw No. 39. I remind you that you were also excluded from the operation for snooping around where you should not." As Ritsuka, he had also been expelled because the same day when he arrived at Chaldea he began to explore it in its entirety, he even entered areas to which it was forbidden passage, and during its small tour was the same Olga who discovered him.

"Come on, Olga. I thought we knew each other well enough to call us by our names" Ethan replies with a smug face.

"We've only met once, you idiot! So wipe that stupid smile off your face and address me as Director or Miss Animusphere. Understood?!" The Director shouts and points her index finger at the boy, clearly annoyed. "And if you make another noise again, I'll have you taken out by force. Is that clear?" At this statement Ethan gave a tired sigh and raises his hands as if Miss Animusphere was pointing a gun at him, it was not that far from reality.

The explanation about operation continued its course without interruptions this time, after that, the Masters candidates who would participate, changed their clothes to the Mistyc Code: Chaldea Combat Uniform.

Each of the Masters entered their respective coffin while the Director together with Kyrielight (who returned not long ago) supervised them; Ethan was also in the room leaning against the wall behind the two women.

The Master candidate No. 39 hadn't gone to his room because his 'instinct' (or that's how he named it) had started to bother him since he had entered the control room. Unable to determine the problem, decided to take action on the matter approaching the platform where the two women were.

"Then, I'll go to my coffin, Director," Mash said, bowing to her superior.

Olga nodded, while noticing that the problematic boy was approaching, calling the attention of both girls. "What do you want now?" The Director asked.

"I'm just making sure of something," the black-haired boy replied. Unlike what Chaldea knew about him, he knew that he was more than 'just another person' for the operation; he was more than qualified to be a Master and was perfectly capable of using Magecraft.

Ethan kneeled and placed his right hand on the ground, closed his eyes, concentrating.

He began to sweat; this was due to his 'mental trigger' which magi use to activate their magic circuits. Each Magus had something different, and Ethan was not exception, even if he wasn't a Magus but a Spellcaster. In the case of Ethan his trigger was the image of his body bursting open from inside out.

Although it was a strange behavior, the Director decided to ignore it; however, his subaltern found it quite intriguing. "What are you doing ... em ~ ... Pierce-senpai?" She asked, trying to be respectful, because even though they already knew each other, they had never talked before.

But he completely ignored her due of his concentration.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes. "Mash! Olga!" He shouted the names of both girls as he lit the magical circuits of his leg. He quickly grabbed Kyrielight and the Director of their waist and jumped, shattering the platform underneath them, while crafting a barrier behind them.

A few seconds later an explosion happened on the platform, then more explosions followed the first around the room.

"Mash, Olga. Are you okay? "Ethan asked, keeping calm.

It's then that he noticed that the Director was unconscious, she had probably hit her head on the landing; and Kyrielight was in shock.

After checking that Olga wasn't in danger, Ethan concentrated on Mash "Hey, Mash!" He grabbed the delicate girl's shoulders. "Look at me, calm down, everything will be fine. We'll manage somehow."

"Pierce-senpai? ..." The girl returned to her senses. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was—"

"Don't worry, it's understandable." Ethan interrupted her. "I'll get you two out of here. So help me with—" he stopped his sentence midway due to the sound of concrete falling over them.

Without even looking up, the black-haired young man pushed the girl out of the way while he threw himself backward to protect Olga.

Several pieces of concrete fell where they were, separating them. Mash sat up with nothing but some scratches. She went around the collapsed concrete looking for Ethan and the Director.

Mash managed to saw some blurry figures through a cloud of dust; when the dust dissipated, the girl's eyes went wide in horror as she covered her mouth with both hands, drowning the urge to scream.

"Ah, Mash ... you're fine ... I'm glad" In the middle of that disaster was Ethan, who had been pierced by three metal rods from his back to his stomach and stopping a few inches away from the Director who was underneath him, other rods were piercing his legs, making him unable to move away.

"What…? What happened, Senpai...? "The light-purple haired girl approached slowly incapable to believe what was before her eyes.

"I'm ... sorry ... didn't have time ... to move Olga ... again" The boy spoke with difficulty as the blood dripped from his mouth.

Mash slowly fell over her knees, hanging her head down.

"Mash..." she flinched hearing her name, looking at the guy in front of her. "Are you able... to take Olga... out of here?"

The self-proclaimed 'kōhai' shook her head. "I don't have any physical fitness ... I'm sorry"

"I see ... At least ... you can get out of here ... by yourself, can't you?"

"No, I'm not going ...!" The girl realized that it was not time to raise her voice and took a few seconds to calm down. "I'm not going to leave you here. I will not do it" Kyrielight gave a serious look to his wounded partner.

"Mash ... I'm not asking you ... to leave us here" the boy said, giving the girl a warm smile. "I'm asking you ... to go for help ... Don't worry about me ... I can resist something like this ... I'm used to it after all" He murmured the last part.

The young woman opened her eyes surprised that she hadn't contemplated that possibility. "Yes, I won't be long!" She got up, gaining new strength. "I promise I'll come back with help!" She said as she disappeared behind a pile of concrete pieces.

Ethan immediately coughed some blood. "If this white lie can save her my death won't be in vain." the young man said to himself in his thoughts trying justified why he was abandoning his life.

"Hey ... Olga ... Wake up ... I'm telling you to wake up ... Damn." the boy tried to use his remaining strength to awaken the woman below him, without much luck. "Come on ... stupid Director ... You have to get out of here."

His eyelids felt heavy and the robotic voice that warned about the damage done to the control room and the central power plant had been repeating itself for quite some time, it was like a lullaby that invited you to embrace death.

"... sh ...!" A shout from someone made him come back to reality.

"Come on, let me die in peace, let me rest in pepperoni. I was doing it so well, this was going to be my epic and heroic death and you ruined it. I even did the 'can't speak correctly cause I'm dying' thing. Who is the motherfuker that ruined my perfect moment?" Ethan said in his mind, while opening his eyes with killing intent.

"…ash!" the shout started to get more clear. "Mash!"

"Mash?" He echoed, as if its meaning was unknown for him. "Wait… Mash?" he said again, realizing what was happening. If someone was there looking for her, it meant that the girl didn't leave the room, what implied that something happened to her. He had to save them now, and there was only one way out.

"Fuck this…" Ethan muttered as he gritted his teeth. "Fuck these people, fuck this place; fuck everything and anything that forced me to this!" If he wasn't so pissed off he'd had laughed at what he just said.

"Fate is a motherfuking bitch that I'm going to— …AHG!" He forced himself to stop swearing only just because he didn't have all the time in the world to do what he was going to do.

"Pierce! Hey Pierce! Wake up!" the white haired girl yelled, having lost her patience. The black haired guy has been staring at noting with a blank face for about seven minutes.

"Can I give it a try?" Fujimaru asked with a lifted hand.

"Do whatever you want," Olga responded giving a tired sigh. "I don't care anymore." She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Hehehehe~" the red haired girl chuckled with a smirk on her face. She rubbed her hand in a pretty sinister way while approaching to the boy.

She swung her hand slapping the poor guy, knocking him down. "Ouch!" Both teens screamed. "I'm not doing it again" Fujimaru said holding her hand in pain.

"What the heck was that Ritsuka? You interrupted my flashback; I was getting to the best part." Ethan said with a frown while rubbing his cheek.

"What the heck is with you?" Olga stepped in pointing at him. "You just stopped talking and you stayed still like an idiot."

"Ha~? Well, that's how flashbacks work. I thought you three were watching it with me." He said raising an eyebrow.

"And how are we supposed to do that?!" Olga asked raising her voice.

"Wait, you can't?" He stared at Mash and Ritsuka, both shaking their heads. "Damn it, the visual media lied to me!"

"I think you're going to give me a headache." The Director said, giving a tired sigh while Ethan stood up. "Whatever. Listen clearly Master candidate No. 39; I need to ask you some questions. Understood?"

"Like crystal, I don't want to get slapped like that again" he glared at Ritsuka, who avert her eyes whistling.

"Okay, first question: How did you become a Servant?"

"I don't know, Magic?" He responded while shrugging.

"What did you just say?" Olga clenched her fists, struggling for control.

"Well, the answer to your question was in the flashback that you abruptly interrupted, it was at the end of it, so I need to look it all again from the beginning, preferably without slaps this time, though." He said eyes closed.

"That doesn't make any sense!" She lost her temper. "Enough! You're going to tell me NOW or else, I'm going to shoot you twenty Gandr to your face! Do you hear me?!" She yelled aiming with her index finger.

"That actually sounds threatening. I don't know what Gandr is, though." Ethan sighed. "Okay, fine, just because it's you, Olga." He said approaching her ear. "Did you really think your father was the only monster who experiment on humans?" The black haired boy stepped back with a smirk that instantly disappears when he saw Olga's face. Eyes wide in fear, cold sweat covered her forehead and a trembling mouth.

"Nicely done, asshole," Ethan muttered while scratching his hair with a tired sigh. "My apologies, my stupidity took control of my mouth. I would gladly take a hundred Gandr to my face and any other punishment you see fit." He said while giving a dogeza, what immediately caught everyone's attention.

"He-hey, wha- what are you doing?" Olga stuttered a little bit flustered. "Li-lift your head now"

"Sorry but that won't happened until you accept my apologies." He said without moving an inch.

"Al-alright, I understand. I forgive you, okay? I'm telling you that I forgive you so get up!" She responded with flush on her cheeks.

"Wooo!" He got up with a jump. "A good ol' dogeza never fail in making things awkward enough to resolve the situation." He said with a bright smile.

"Wha-whatever," Olga said a little bit angry with his attitude. "Next question."

"Ah, right, shoot"

"What is you class? I supposed that must be Saber or—" She said folding her arms but was interrupted.

"Oh no, you didn't Olga." Ethan got triggered. "Did you just assume my class?" He asked, receiving a 'what?' from a flustered Olga. "So, because I have a big ass sword, I have to be the saber class. That's racist, wait, no. Sexist? What should I use for this?" He took a couple of seconds to think. "Classist?" he murmured. "Yeah, you're Classist Olga." He pointed at her like the good old Phoenix Wright.

"What are you talking about?!" She was completely lost with the situation.

"With that same logic, you could said that Mash is a new class called 'Shielder' or something like that, just because she wields a gigantic shield"

"Um…" The mentioned Demi-servant lifted her hand drawing the attention of everyone. "That's…actually the name of my class, Pierce-senpai" She said a little bit embarrassed.

"It is?!" He raised his voice in surprise. "Man, who come up with that?" The servant narrowed his eyes. "Whatever, that's out of the point," He waved those thought away. "The thing is. You can't assume the servant's class." Ethan went back to Olga. "I could just throw my sword and called myself Archer or I could have a hidden mount or I could—"

"Okay, I get it!" Olga interrupted him losing her patience. "Just shut up. You are insane like a—" Then she got interrupted.

"Ah~! You were going to do it again, right? You were going to say that I was like Berserker."

"Just shut up!" She covered her hear in frustration. "Just tell us what class are you and shut up!"

"No, actually, you were right on that one. I'm Berserker class because I'm crazy." Ethan said closed eyes, not noticing Olga, whose face was completely red of anger with a lift shivering fist. Mash and Ritsuka taking a step back. "Fun fact, I was already crazy before all the madness enchantment thing happened" Then he opened his eyes. "Ouh… Cal-calm down Olga, you are an Animusphere, you mustn't let your emotions take over… inhale and exhale, slowly." She started to calm down.

"Yeah… that's it, nice and easy" He felt relieved. "You know, for a second I thought you were going 'Berserker'." Just a millisecond later there was a bare fist on his left cheek, knocking him down flat. "I deserved that" Ethan said staying on the ground. "Ouch! Don't kick me Olga… Don't stomp on me either, you're wearing heals, go back to kicking." Then another foot hit the other side of his body. "Guho… What the hell Ritsuka, Why are you kicking me too?"

"You think that the Director is the only one frustrated with your attitude, you better take responsibility. And it's also fun." Fujimaru said without stopping her assault with a smile on her face.

The poor servant tried to cover himself with his arms. "Waaa…Patriarchy, save me, they're oppressing me!" He cried.

"Where… is… his mute button?" Olga asked biting her lips while stomping on him.

"Mash… come, join us." The red haired girl said.

"U-um, I-I'm not sure, senpai." She replied, flustered.

"Oh come on, Mash. You'd release a bit of stress, besides, I'm sure he doesn't feel the hits." Fujimaru tried to reason.

O-ok, if you say so, senpai." The purple haired girl nodded.

"O-Oi, Ritsuka, stop corrupting Mash!" Ethan yelled while Mash approached him from behind. "Wait, Mash. Even if she's telling the truth, you are a Demi-servant, I definitely gonna feel your hits… Please don't kick me! … At least open your eyes before the—… … … MY JEWELS!" They found his mute button.

Five minutes later.

"*Sigh* I feel totally relieved." Olga said wiping her sweat over her forehead.

"Yes, I feel it too." Ritsuka replied, Mash giving a nod. The three girls looked like they just finish workout.

"You know… You three are lucky that I'm a certified gentleman and I don't fight women" Olga and Ritsuka looked annoyed that the guy that they tried their hardest to inflict some damage looked like he was the one playing with them and his bored face just made it more annoying.

"So… um Pierce-senpai," Mash drew the attention. "You said that you were crazy before becoming a Berserker. I'd like to know how that happened, if it's not a bother."

"Oh yeah… I'd like to know that too" Ritsuka said regaining her mood.

"Umm… let me remember. Huuuuuggggggggggg~" He crouched, making the face that someone would made putting everything that he got on one action, putting every single one of his brain cells to work.

"Hey, are you trying to remember? Or are you trying to go even further beyond?" The red haired master said with a puzzled face.

Then, memories began to pass through his mind. Darkness, soft voices, evil laughs, his blood, other's blood, weird fluids, an explosion because why the fuck not? a church, kids, other weird fluids, then what he was looking for, a certain 'Yorokobe, Shounen' of a certain priest and a certain feminine mad laugh of a certain hungry tiger. Then he opened his eyes with a blank face. "Um… bad influences?" He shrugged.

Everyone gave a tired sigh. "Why did I expect more from one of your answers?" Ritsuka said.

"So… Any other questions for me?" He asked.

"Just one more," Olga said, not looking forward to any that could come out of his mouth. "Who is your Master?"

"Oh~" That took him by surprise. "I thought you already knew. I mean, that's a pretty important question. Why didn't you ask that first?"

"Just answer the question, please"

"Wow, you're even asking nice… It should be pretty obvious by now. I did the same as Mash, I forced my contract to the closest magus around" Everyone gave him a strange look, making him sighed. "I'm talking about you. You are my Master, Olga." He pointed at the Director's wrist.

"Eh?" She looked at her wrist with a disbelief face. "Eeeeeeeehh~?!" She echoed harder when she noticed her command spells.

A/N: How was it? I hope it wasn't so bad, and if it was I apologies for the bleeding eyes. Any question will be answered privately or in an A/N the next chapter or you could always wait that your curiosity gets satisfied on future chapters. It's gonna take me some time to write it though, with all that 'not a native speaker' thing. But I promise upload as soon is fished. And again, I can't thank you enough for taking your time to read this, anyway.

Read you later.