Author's Note:

I. Warned. You. This chapter contains content not suitable for the mentally intact. It will scare you. No, it will frighten you. It may even HORRIFY YOU! Or if you really appreciate these kinds of things you'll follow this story? This is what I live for! The absurd! The obscure! The downright cockamamie!

I give you from the most multi-colored, starry, Nyan-Cattish, wildest part of my mind:

The Impossible Ship.

So give it a try, if you dare.


Everyone enjoyed a good ship. There was nothing wrong with shipping. It was an innocent practice to be enjoyed by millions of the world... in itself. But, like everything in this fallen world, shipping has a dark side. A very dark, twisted, sexually explicit side. It was a monster so graphic and horrific that everyone was informed of it. But it was all simply a fascade. A grand fascade. Ever wonder why one only finds good or bad fanfiction? It's because no one wants you to see it. The impossible side.

Weirdo-Cupidon was obsessed with this impossible side of the literary world. She enjoyed everything about it and swore to live her adoration to the fullest. And that was just what she did.

"Everybody deserves a little bit of love." She thought to herself as she leaned in her chair in the captain's lodge. "Even a teeny, tiny tidbit of it." She watched the man closely as he went about his sad day. "Maybe..."

POV Switch

Happiness was just another one of the many things Ivor didn't seem entitled to like everyone else. What had he done to deserve such misery? Okay, maybe he unleashed the Witherstorm which devoured Boomtown, gave Petra wither, and caused Gabriel some amnesia problems, but before that. What had he done but threatened to do the right thing? To tell the truth about the Order.

Well, that was what honesty got him. He lost all of his friends, gained a new enemy called general public. What more could've went wrong? Oh yes... the Witherstorm. Even though he had somehow helped them destroy it, everyone always rubbed it in his face that he had only showed Jesse how to enchant a sword. Nothing more. So much less. He was always shunned from the limelight somehow.

He was very much glad that the Witherstorm was dead and gone, but the burn still remained. He wanted to be the hero. He wanted to save the day. It should've been him giving the final blow to the monster he had created to show the world. But everyone saw him for something else: A madman. A witch. Evil. Ugly. Cruel. A cheat. A loser.

Ivor.

And for what? He was brave enough to tell the world the truth?

As he sat alone in his room, away from all society, he didn't want to fight his tears which wanted to strongly to invade the silence.

He wasn't all that bad... right? In fact, it was him who from the instant the Witherstorm went rampant searched desperately for a way to resolve his mess. He even created a failsafe to destroy the Wither should've things been blown out of hand. But no one cared a lick about that. The point was that he had destroyed chunks of homeland, taken billions of lives and for what?

He knew everyone probably thought it would be for world-domination, like what every villian wanted. But they all had it so wrong.

He wasn't a villian to begin with.

Only burying himself deeper into the ground of his sore heart, he decided that maybe a walk would do him some good.

Once outside, he stuck to the sidelines hoping no one would notice him.

He knew he wouldn't be able to make life's treacherous battle on his own, what with so many foes against him. He needed someone to stick around with him when times like these came, and those times came so many times and so strong each time. Where would he find someone like that? Who would stay by his side, though the world was his constant antagonist?

A person like that, he figured, would be hard to find, and he was right. But the obscure thing about that was the reason. Why would a person like that be so hidden? Was it that this person was far away, a blink in the galaxy? Even nonexistent? Or was she right up under his nose?


Author's Note:

Well, audience, now is the time for a review! How do YOU think this should go? Should I ship the impossible, or not at all? It all depends on YOU, so leave a review, PM me, even tell me on my Google+ if you have to! If you guys believe in Ivor, I'll update the ship sporadically. They'll be as common as my ideas. But if you say no, besides me asking another time, we'll act as if this chapter never existed. But remember, the point of this ship is obscurity and absurdity, so don't say 'no' just because you feel weird about this. May the reviews run wild!

Update: I'll wait about a week before reuploading so that you guys have time to review. (1/26/16 is the next upload)

Update: If you want to vote, go check out the poll on my profile page!