Dares of Destruction, Truths of Destiny
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Within the boundaries of space and all that in between the fabric of time was a single star that was yet to be seen by others. It was fairly hidden, and not spectacular in the least. Actually, it looked like any other star in the universe, simple floating there endlessly. But it wasn't like other stars; in fact, it wasn't a star at all.
This was my home specifically, and it's always been my home for a long time. My people are those who have lived among the stars, quite literally so. We live there as conquerors, who have wiped many planets of life. Each star was a home to another Magi, and home to their Garden.
That is what I am: a Magi. A magical being who can manipulate the stars above at his or her own passing, or can create massive tundra of flame with the snap of fingers. I am, quite literally, a born pyromaniac meant to cause havoc upon the universe. Yes, that makes me awesome.
We thrive for other planets, and other forms of power. For without it, we will surely die…
…Of boredom that is…
Seriously, nothing happens in space other than it's ever growing mass. All I do is water some frigging plants in my Garden, and daydream during a sunset about what my future's gonna be like with my future husband. Then I remember, "Oh, wait! I'm a Magi! We're asexual, dammit! WE'RE PRACTIC ALLY PLANTS OURSELVES!"
…Ahem. I apologize. That was rude of me…then again, to be fair, I am here to tell you that I have come to take over your world, so, that's a given. I mean, it's not really polite to barge in like this, now that I'm coming to terms with this, but I'm sure your kind understands enough. Well, it's more like an assumption, but again, I'm sure you understand.
Oh, what was that part about me taking over? Well, I'll keep it simple for all of you:
As I have said, we are all born conquerors. We are known for our skills in Warcraft, and destruction on all life aside from our own. Then thing is, however, I have yet to attain such an honor as to finding a world to take over as my own, and I have already reached an age of which I should've already taken over twenty worlds. Worse still, the universe is a buffet of planets begging for a dictator, and I couldn't take over ONE of those.
If you fail to see how harsh my people are, then you must know that if I don't take over a world soon, then I will be banished from my Garden, and that star that no one really cares about will cease to be. I know that none of you seem to care about that star, but since it's MY home, I could care less about your opinions. How would YOU feel if YOUR home was about to be taken away- -oh, wait. It is about to be taken away, so surely you must understand how I feel.
As a heads up, there is no way in the multiverse that you'll be able to overcome my power. As I said, I'm a born pyromaniac, and I can easily burn all of you alive. In fact, if there is ANY struggle of any kind, I will proceed to DESTROY this ball of waste, and then NO ONE will be happy; I'll have to find some OTHER planet to take over, and you'll all be dead. No satisfaction in that, now, is there?
So if I were you, I'd start packing.
Sincerely the Conscript Galladia of the 780th Star of North Squadron
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"Hello? I'd like to speak with the…uh…Conscript?"
Galladia mumbled some things as she managed to finally wake herself up, having done so on her throne. Currently, she was within her element; he large, homey space-craft, which on the outside was more formed to be a large asteroid or comet. Phineas remembered the days before Galladia emerged from the said vessel with her message, in which many scientists went to study the large object, soon learning that certain etchings on it were too smooth for it to be anything but a UFO of some kind. It had been on the news for some time now, up to the point where the message was first sent all over.
At this point, an army was being sent to take down Galladia, but she had already shown that she could take them on. The first fields of troops that were sent out before the next were all burnt alive, as she had threatened before. Phineas knew then that fighting her wasn't the answer, but maybe talking to her was. Upon meeting eyes with Galladia for the first time, Phineas tried his best to remain calm and collected with the situation. He didn't need to be scared; he had Ferb with him.
Galladia looked like she could be Candace or Vanessa's age, but was a head shorter than them as well. She had blue hair that was tied into a right-side ponytail, with a pair of short horns, one black and one white protruding the sides of her head, and violet colored eyes. Her outfit persisted in a similar pattern to her horns, it switching off from white and black, and black and white; she wore a cloak with short sleeves, which had long sleeves underneath, a skirt that resembled petals of a flower, tights, and flats for shoes. Hanging from her neck was a blue gem, which was hanging on a silver chain.
Phineas and Ferb both stared up at Galladia patiently as she began to stand up and stretch. During the mid-stretch of her left arm, she glanced down to the two brothers, and paused at their presence. There was a long, awkward silence between them, and somehow tumbleweed could be heard. Galladia scoffed as she proceeded to sit back on her large chair, which wasn't as magnificent as thrones usually were portrayed to be as. In fact, Phineas thought to himself that it looked more like a large scaled couch.
"Oh, it's only you…" Galladia yawned, "…Well…mooooore of you, that is."
Galladia scratched her side, and crane her neck as she looked at the brothers inattentively. "What iiiiis it that you want?" she asked, "Aren't you a little…yooooung to be soldiers?"
Phineas blinked, looking over to Ferb, who remained as stoic as he ever was. "Soldiers…" he began to laugh a little, "Oh, no, no, we're not-!"
"No…well, yeah, I-I suppose we are, but, well, we weren't told to come here by anyone. Ferb and I just wanted to talk about…this."
Phineas motioned to the rest of the ship, gaining an eyeing gaze from Galladia. The boy looked back to her and smiled. "I'm Phineas, by the way," he greeted, "And this is my brother, Ferb."
Galladia looked over to Ferb, and nearly flinched at what she considered to be a soulless gaze. Ferb blinked only once at her the moment she started to stare at him, as if his eyes were a vortex pulling her in. Galladia shook herself back to reality, and looked back to Phineas, who was taking out a rolled up piece of paper. She became curious at his actions as Phineas bravely walked over to her, his smile remaining.
"We understand your demands," Phineas said, "But we kind like our home planet. It's nice, and it has certain qualities that better our people's health."
Ferb nodded at his brother's words up the boy looking back to him. Phineas continued, "So we were thinking that perhaps you may be interested in ANOTHER planet?"
"Hm…" Galladia skimmed through the paper, which was, what she could gather, a treaty, "…You wrote this in crayon, I see…"
"It was the only writing material I could find at the time," Phineas explained, "Candace needs a lot of pencils for a test that's coming this week."
"Uh-huh…"
"And we understood that this should be done as fast as possible. Post-haste. Right, Ferb?"
Ferb gave Phineas a thumbs-up, resulting in a "ding" sound that supposedly came from nowhere. Galladia continued to look at the boys strangely, though with hints of boredom in her eyes. She looked back to Phineas, whose eyes seemed to sparkle innocently. "...Listen, uh…" Galladia twirled her finger, trying to remember, "Phileas, right?"
"Phineas."
"Right, right," Galladia said, "As much as I would LOVE to spare your world, I'm afraid I cannot agree to your terms."
With a patronizing grin, Galladia prepared to burn the sorry excuse of a document into ashes, before Phineas reached out to her. "Wait," he said, "There has to be a better solution! Can't we work this out?"
"No," Galladia glared, "I already told you, or did you NOT get the message? Perhaps you didn't, since you keep sending armies to try to take me out, and the results are always gonna be the same. You're only slowing down the inevitable."
Phineas looked like he was thinking really hard at this moment. Galladia scoffed. "Well, if you have nothing more to say to me," she said, "You may go. Or must you be escorted?"
Galladia glanced over her shoulder, eyeing what appeared to be a garbage chute, which she was contemplating using or not. In fact…
"WAIT!"
Galladia groaned. "Oh, what now?!"
"Well," Phineas said, "It's come to my attention that…well…your message. It said you do this out of boredom, right?"
"Correct," Galladia said, "What else do you expect from a born pyro living alone in the vacuum of space? I fail to see the point."
"It's simple, really," Phineas smiled, "What if we made a deal with you?"
"A deal?" Galladia asked, "You mean like a pact?"
"Yeah, exactly," Phineas said, "What if we got rid of your boredom for a while?"
"Well…it would certainly brighten my mood," Galladia smirked.
"Would it be enough for you to NOT take over, maybe?" Phineas grinned more, showing his teeth.
Galladia slowly glared. "…What are you trying to pull?" she asked.
"Look, it's like this" Phineas said, "You've already got the power to burn us all with ease. So, at least give us a chance to defend ourselves. I mean, isn't that what any honorable dictator would do?"
Galladia hummed at this, getting into a reclined position, giving Phineas more of a reason to believe that she was sitting on an oversized couch. The boy's argument was valuable for a child, she gave him that much. "Hm…well, alright then," Galladia said, "I suppose I can give you a chance…what do you have in mind?"
"How about we play a game?"
"…A game?"
"Yeah! Those are always fun. It's as I said; if you manage to enjoy yourself, then our world can be spared, right?"
"I suppose you're right."
"Yes. Then that's our deal. You can choose whatever game you like, and however way you wanna play it!"
Phineas looked back to Ferb, who simply stared at him. The red-haired boy frowned. "C'mon, Ferb," he said, "What could possibly go wrong? It's just a game."
Galladia's sadistic grin seemed to prove otherwise.
A/N:
Muwahahahahaaaa…
I was looking through my old stories, and came across my "Dares of Death" fic back when I was into Invader Zim. It lit a fire in my, let's say, to write something like THIS. A fire that went out time and time again, until recently, when I found a Truth or Dare fic on the Phineas and Ferb forum (or whatever you call it).
So, I hope you're gonna read this, because this is the ONLY way you'll be able to post in dares or ask questions. :3
Main Characters:
Phineas
Ferb
Candace
Perry
Dr. Doofenshmirtz
Isabella
Baljeet
Buford
Django
Fireside Girls
Major Monogram
Carl
Stacy
Jeremy
Vanessa
Linda
Lawrence
These are the people who you are allowed to dare, along with the OCs who will also be involved:
Galladia ("Gala" for short, who is the host and my inserted-character)
Sargent Alice Schnitzel (1st Dimension Schnitzel)
Applejack the Pygmy Goat (1st Dimension)
Danni Alexandria Smith (1st Dimension)
Even though this Truth or Dare game fic is more story-based that what you're all used to, you can still, in fact, post dares and ask questions like in ANY of these. You just have to abide to these simple rules, because they help this fun to stay fun:
You are only allowed to post up the three dares/truths in each review. No, this does not equal three of each; it means three. It can be as long as you like, though.
Pairings ARE going to be in this, but let's not oversell it; if someone dares Phineas to kiss Isabella, or if someone asks Isabella if she has a crush on Phineas, then I'm probably gonna ignore you. BE CREATIVE. Ask something or dare something not even I will expect!
Keep in mind the rating; it's T. That's enough for creative license, but not too obscure, right?
I will NOT drive this into a yaoi or yuri boat, but if any of you happen to dare two male characters or female characters to do certain things, I may do them as long as they're not too weird.
If you cared to read these rules, then by all means, write "PARANOID" somewhere in your review. Yes. I am trying that again. Hopefully, it'll work this time, because I'm not gonna accept any dares/questions unless you abide to this.
Some of these rules are probably gonna change, but hopefully they won't be extended. I trust you all enough! :3
Now, let me go deeper into how this story's gonna go:
Basically, you can do whatever dare/truth you want, as long as they abide by the rules; there are TWO exceptions.
One is where you can't dare or ask anything: this is when the story will be progressing, and we will be having characters grow in the story. Sometimes, there will be things added, others there will be things taken away. That means that "character deaths" are possible, but I'm not telling you if it'll happen.
The other is something I'd like to call "Special Rounds", in which you can kick out the rules completely, and literally do whatever the HELL you want! This'll ALSO serve to round out the characters more than usual chapters, but I'm gonna have you guys help with that so it's more interactive. This is when you can make them do whatever you please, regardless of creative license; so, if any of you shippers want a piece of this, I hope you're reading~!
There are also ways for you to help the players endure their dares, or make them suffer more. I call these "tributes". They work like this; if you happen to read a dare that a character must endure, you can offer them an item that will help them through the said dare. Like, if a character has to climb a mountain, you give them a rope or some means to make it a little simpler.
HOLD IT! There are rules to doing tributes that you gotta pay attention to:
You CANNOT do a tribute if you're the one who gives the dare; the tribute must be given to another person's dare and NOT your own.
You cannot give a tribute that has unlimited power and use, just something that can give them an advantage.
Each of the characters only has three tribute slots; this means that you can ONLY give them three. It's not three from each reviewer, it's three for each character. Once the tribute slots run out from every character, they can be recharged, and you will be allowed to give them tributes again. I've enabled this so EVERYONE can get a dare in.
And I believe that's all I gotta tell you about this. I know, it's complicated, but it's crazy enough that it MIGHT work. :3 So, with that in mind, I hope you all have FUN! If the rules feel too restricting, please tell me; I'm willing to change them as they fit.
Now, go! GO MY PEOPLE! DARE AND TRUTH THEM ALL~!
-GTS