Written as a crackfic prompt from the Warframe Wiki Forums because I was bored. Enjoy and lemme know if you want MOAR insanity!

~Pyro the ThunderMirage

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Stalker's "Epiphany"

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The lights flickered as the Volt-wearer sped through the Corpus hammership. A voice, dark, tortured, whispered like smoke, flickered like the lighting.

"Some have walked these desolate worlds while you have slept. Some like me. I remember what you did. I remember the day." It said, several lighting strips exploding as the Volt ran past.

"The Tenno appeared at the Terminus, gleaming and victorious. Our cold and gold Emperors, breathless, bathed you in savior's silk. Then came the sound. Across all our worlds, all at once, the ceremonial Naga drums. A royal salute to the honored Tenno. Ten solemn beats to declare the suffering was over. I watched from a distance, with the rest of the low Guardians. With each beat terror began to crush my throat. The Tenno were not stoic and silent. They were waiting. They were poised. I tried to call out but only a strangled whisper escaped." it recalled, the voice sounding like the sharpening of blades.

"When the ninth beat rang a torrent of blood filled the stadium, loosed by Tenno blades. The drums, the Empire, fell silent forever." the smoky voice was angry now. It slowly solidified into a recognisable voice, filled with hurt and rage.

"Now I hunt, dividing your numbers. Watching from that dark place, cataloguing your sins, I am the ghost of retribution. You may forget but you are not innocent." it finished, the lights flickered dark. The Volt could see the grey smoke form appear in the corner. It rose, a scythe in it's grip.

Stalker.

"The blood of the Phorid is on your hands." it's many whispers seemed to scream at him. "Did you really think there would be no repercussions?"

"Actually, yeah." The Volt said, angrily, crossing his arms and holding his fabulous ground. "Dude, do you even know why the Tenno killed the Orokin?" he asked.

The Stalker paused. It… did not know. It had simply assumed they had killed their former masters in cold blood, and had continued since, even after the Cryosleep. "... I do not…" the whispers returned, flooding the room, coming from all directions and yet none.

"Well… Uhh… they were dicks."

Stalker raised his scythe.

"They unleashed the Technocyte plague on innocent colonies just to see if it worked right!" Volt yelled, pacing at a speed most would consider sprinting. "Dude, Shrooms went out of style with the Infested like two hundred years ago! You need rehab."

Stalker paused. Then, lower it's scythe, it gazed at the floor solemnly.

"And gimmie your damn weapons before you hurt someone who's trying to save innocent lives." the Volt demanded, holding out his hand expectantly.

The Stalker hissed, clinging his weapons close. "No!" the whispers yelled.

"Fine but I'll be watching you." Volt's eyes narrowed. "If you aren't in rehab by ten o'clock tomorrow, which is in about eighteen hours, I will find you and I will drag your smoking hot ass into a mental hospital!"

Stalker made a sad face.

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(Protip: the characters list WILL appear in Stalker's Therapy Sessions should more chapters be a popular idea)