AN: I RETURN!

Back from my trip and boy was it nice and relaxing.

Except the bus rides. They were horrifying.

Especially the trip back, which lasted from 9am until around half 1 in the morning the following day, and I arrived around 1am home.

Got sick immediately after waking up and learned there was a truckload of things for me to start working on.

Joy.

Anyways, that's enough from me. Hope you enjoy the chapter.


Silence.

Past the heavy, labored breathing of three individuals - not four or five - there was silence.

"We should go." John whispered.

"It's a matter of moments until the SCPs collapse on us. We don't have the luxury to mourn now. Spare it for later."

I had a feeling he was talking to me more than Ulgrin, even though it looked like Ulgrin needed it more.

"I think I'm going to be sick..." Ulgrin said rigidly before we both started moving.

I checked the navigator to distract myself from the corpse I was currently walking past.

Images of the basement and Sunshine still flashed in my mind, and I hurried to stand next to John.

Checking the navigator turned out to be the right thing to do, though.

"We're in trouble, guys."

They both looked at me.

"SCP-173 is coming from our left, and SCP-049 is somewhere in the vicinity as well. Two instances of SCP-966's are to our right-"

"We're going right."

"I agree... It's going to be a good chance for Ulgrin to test out his guns, I reckon."

"You know..." Ulgrin started as we moved to the right corridor. "After the shit I've been through right now, I'd probably shoot them regardless of what you said."

I put on my gas mask before moving to walk behind Ulgrin, John on the other side.

After passing two corridors, the circle on the navigator indicated that we were in the same room.

"They're here. Just shoot in front of you."

"Sure thing. A shame I couldn't get the weapon upgraded, though..."

In a flash, Ulgrin opened fire across the room.

Eldritch shrieks of horror echoed in the room, before Ulgrin directed his fire at where the sound was coming from.

There were two thumps, and it was over just as it started.

That...

"That was kinda anticlimactic... Didn't make me feel any better as well."

"Well, if you see them through the night vision goggles, they're malnourished and generally gangly as a species so it's no surprise that they dropped so fast." John clarified.

"Either way, I'm going to the entrance zone. You guys could go along with me."

"Well... We are going to be going to the entrance zone, but we first need to do something here..."

"We do?" Ulgrin asked. I nodded.

"And what is it that you need to do? I assure you it's likely not as important as-"

"We're going to recontain SCP-106."

That brought the conversation to a silence. John was looking at me with an intensity that bordered on abnormal, and I was taken aback.

"Is everything okay?"

And suddenly, it was as if nothing happened. His expression morphed into a serious one, something that one might expect to find in this scenario.

It was fake, I realized. He was hiding his expression more than I thought...

But to what extent?

And what was below the surface?

"You can't recontain it. It's impossible." John said with a tone that allowed no argument.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure it-"

"Listen. I've tried countless times. It's just not possible. Forget about it. I've decided. You guys are coming with me. I'd rather you guys not get yourselves killed."

Okay... This was not what I was expecting. At most, I expected some form of reprimand.

This...

This was something more.

And since when did he care about our survival? About Ulgrin? I wasn't buying it.

Just what was going on here?

"Listen, I don't know what's going on with you but I'm going there anyways. Don't try to stop us."

Silence again.

"Fine... Suit yourself." At this, I was expecting him to walk away. Why bother when it was clear that I, and by extension Ulgrin, were not coming along?

Instead, he turned to Ulgrin, expression stone cold. "Ulgrin, come with me. You have a bigger chance of survival with me than with him."

My eyes widened, shock keeping me from retorting immediately. Just what was John playing at!?

"Yeah...?" Ulgrin took big breaths, which he let out shakingly.

And, as if a lightbulb appeared above my head and turned on, it struck me. It didn't matter that Ulgrin was a guard. He was just as easily afflicted by death as were the best of us. Poor guy must have been hit by this whole thing harder than I realized. It only served to fuel my fear, and I waited for Ulgrin's reaction.

"I happen to think my chances are good where they are now, thank you very much."

My shoulders sagged in relief.

"You saw what happened when you listen to him. Or do you not remember the two bodies left behind, one of which he forced you to shoot?"

That was the last straw. "Okay, that's enough! Just what is your problem?" This was making no sense whatsoever.

Why would something such as recontaining the Old Man spur on such a reaction?

Was... Was there something more behind this?

"Well, I'm reaaaal sorry to disappoint you," Ulgrin's tone made it clear he was anything but sorry. ", buuuuut I think I'm staying over at this side of the train. Why don't you skedaddle away or something?"

John would have answered - It was obvious that he had a retort prepared, with the ugly way his - my - face scrunched up.

That was put to hold, however, as the Plague Doctor entered the room.

"RUN!"

/*/

Sometime during our running away from the Plague Doctor, John separated himself from the group, dashing away in another direction. Seeing as he didn't have the Pestilence, the Plague Doctor probably decided to chase us instead. I didn't fail to notice how John kept to the back of the group either, away from our eyes.

There was something wrong here. If that wasn't obvious before, it was pretty damn obvious now.

"C-Can we stop for a bit? It's not exactly easy running in all of this equipment, you know?" Ulgrin complained.

"Sure. I'll check the nav." Checking the nav actually turned out to be the smart idea. The Plague Doctor was moving in another direction and, looking at the circle indicating his position, has been for a while.

"It's safe. We can pause for now." After taking a quick breather, Ulgrin started talking.

"Soooo... About that 'friend' of yours..."

I shook my head. "Don't ask me. This is the first time I've seen him act this way. Something's definitely up. We should be careful of him from now on."

"And... About what he said... That I caused the death of Sunshine and Steve..."

I don't know why, but this was bothering me more than I wanted to admit.

"Don't bother thinking about it. It's how manipulative people like him convince others, by trying to change their perspective of what really happened." Ulgrin said, and my mind ground to a halt.

Huh?

Noticing my confused expression, Ulgrin explained. "It was pretty obvious to me. The guy's one of those selfish manipulative types who are only in it for themselves. Had a girlfriend like that once, so I should know. Here's a little tip for you: Don't stick your dick in crazy, or else the crazy will bite bac- Ehm..." He realized what he was saying and interrupted himself.

A bit late, though. I heard too much.

"How about you forget the last thing I just said?" Ulgrin offered.

"Agreed. Still..."

That wasn't the impression I got from him at all. John seemed like the type of person who was just too tired of the pain and suffering and wanted a way out.

Or was that just a front to fool me into helping him get out sooner? A food for thought.

And that doesn't even explain his reaction just now!

"You look like you're going to spout steam out of your ears. Relax, man. You're thinking too hard about it. Now... What was this about recontaining SCP-106?"

I allowed myself to focus on the obvious distraction.

"Well, do you remember our interesting new... friends?"

I slowly started to grin as Ulgrin stiffened.

"They told me some very interesting things. After recontaining SCP-106... We've got ourselves a little scavenging hunt to go on in the entrance zone."

"Scavenging hunt... ? Why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to like this?"

My grin widened.

/*/

Finding SCP-106's containment chamber turned out to be harder than expected.

Much harder.

The problem consisted in actually finding the place in this maze of a facility, I thought.

"I wouldn't complain about some of that future knowledge anytime soon. This is, what? The third time we've been here?"

I sighed.

"And therein lie the woes of time travel, my friend. You need to first find the locations before you can conveniently point people to it. I don't have limitless knowledge."

I looked at the nav, hoping to find a clue. This was getting tiring.

"Huh...?"

There was an SCP-035 on the map. And it was approaching us.

"Ulgrin, something's coming! I have no clue what it is!"

Just as I said this, the door in front of us opened.

A scientist with a... white comedy mask? It looked like something out of a Shakespearean play - entered the room. After a brief bout of hesitation, he approached us.

"Oh thank God-" The scientist started, but I wasn't allowing him.

"FREEZE THE FUCK UP! If I even think you're going to move, my excessively trigger-happy friend will remedy that little problem. Permanently."

"I am feeling pretty trigger-happy, now that you mention it. Must be the panic. That and the moving shadows."

Oh, bless Ulgrin for making light even in a situation as dire as this.

"E-E-Excuse me!? I-I-What's going on!? Guard!? W-Why am I being ordered around by a Class D!?"

The guy sounded flabbergasted, like the world wasn't making any sense anymore.

Huh, maybe I went too hard on the guy...

"Ehm." I coughed.

"Yeaaaah, I'm not getting it either but I trust this guy more than you, sooo if he has a hunch you're bad, you're probably bad."

Ah, good old Ulgrin, I thought as he pointed the gun at the scientist.

He threw his hands in the air. "Oh come on!"

"Keep those arms where I can see 'em, punk!" I said, before turning to my nav.

It said SCP-035 was in the vicinity. Practically in the same room as us.

I looked at the man, then at the nav, then at the man again.

"Uh.. What are you doing...? It's kinda creeping me out..."

"Hmmmm..." I nodded, satisfied.

"I have deducted that the mask upon your face is SCP-035!"

There was silence for a moment.

"Yeah, no shit! I've been trying to remove it ever since it got itself attached to my face a-a-and I don't know what's going to happen to me!"

Oh wow. Maybe I did go too hard on the guy. He sounded positively terrified.

"N-Nevertheless, why is he," The scientist pointed at Ulgrin. ", listening to you?"

"Ah..." I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. "It's a long story, y'know. Wouldn't wanna bore you with the details."

"Excuse me!?"

"Aaaanyway," I turned to Ulgrin, pointedly ignoring the scientist. "What do you think?"

"Well, I don't know what SCP-035 does but it didn't seem to have affected the guy. Probably. I think. Maybe it's like that gas mask of yours?"

I nodded. "I see. Compelling argument." If it was like my gas mask, it couldn't be evil! "Well," I turned to the scientist, whose expression I imagined was totally lost. "You're coming with us."

"I-I am...?" He sounded exasperated and resigned. To be fair, we aren't the most inviting group of individuals.

I nodded gravely. "Indeed. You have the best chances of survival with us."

"Somehow I'm not quite sure about that..."

"Well, since we can't really trust you, it's either you stay with us or get gunned down by Ulgrin trying to run away." I shrugged. "It's really a perspective kind of thing, so yeah, I'm pretty sure."

The guy's tune changed almost instantly. "Well I guess it really can't be helped, I'm stuck with you guys."

He sighed once again. "Still, why do I have to listen to a D-Class!?"

"Now that that subject's done," I emphasized the last word, looking at the newest addition to our squad. "Do you have any information which could be useful for our escaping the facility?"

"Are you- You can't just-" He sighed in the end, realizing that resistance was futile. "I'm not the expert on the facility by any means, but I do know of a map..."

/*/

And so, on the guidance of our newest member, whose name was William Schmitzgerald, we went back to the light containment zone.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with acquiring SCP-012. It interacts with the mask... negatively."

"How negatively are we talking about?"

"Forcing me to suicide kind of negative."

"That's pretty negative." Ulgrin supplied to the conversation. "Hey, wasn't this the SCP that Sunshine-"

He suddenly stopped in his tracks. So did I.

"Uh... What's going on? Who's Sunshine?"

I sighed, ignoring the pang of pain that echoed in my chest. "A friend of ours. Nice catch, Ulgrin. There seem to be other SCPs we could use around here too. We should check them out as well."

A quick swipe of the Omnicard - "Wow! What kind of a card is that? It's unlike anything I've ever seen!" - And we entered a small room branching off into 3 other rooms - one of which was unavailable from the start, the one in front.

Not wanting to stick around any more than necessary, I opened all available doors and directed Ulgrin to go to SCP-427 while I went to SCP-714.

Inside, I found a green ring and its leaflet.

I took the leaflet and read a bit.

Oh... Oh my...

This was going to be useful. Very useful.

I put on the ring and...

Woah... This thing really made you tired.

I removed it and put it in my pocket, keeping it nearby.

I once again bemoaned my fortune at not finding something like this sooner due to the piss poor structure of the place.

I returned and found Ulgrin and William waiting for me.

"I found nothing except a paper talking about this locket that heals people. You need some pill for it, though. SCP-500." Ulgrin said.

Huh... I remember one pill I've gotten...

"I actually know where we could find a pill like that. At least I think. I found a pill in the tunnels in the heavy containment zone."

"How did it look like?" William asked.

"It was... all red, if I recall correctly."

"Then that's the thing. SCP-500 pills are all red. I should know, I work with them!" He puffed up his chest proudly.

"Uh-huh. Let's go check out what's in the other rooms." The guy looked a bit downtrodden that we were ignoring him, but he recovered quickly.

"Are you seriously not going to tell me what's going on here, Mr. D-Class with a personal bodyguard? How about you, Ulgrin? No comment?"

I decided to stay silent in favor of opening the doors. When that was done, I turned to look at Ulgrin answering.

"The guy's actually not a D-Class. Think of him as an inside agent or something."

Before stopping immediately, my eyes wide in horror as I watched the scientist from the side.

I quickly averted my eyes, breathing becoming faster and heavier.

Well, damn. I made a slight miscalculation, it seems.

Unless the corroded face behind the mask was how the guy looked like before, and I was making a big fuss about nothing. Who knows, maybe I was.

Somehow I doubted it.

/*/

After we picked up the blue key and the Common Diseases book, we continued our way through the facility.

It took us surprisingly little time to find SCP-012's containment chamber, at which point I had an altogether different agenda in my mind than that of our friend William.

The decay became more prominent once I actually took the time to sneak a peek at the person, and I berated myself for not noticing it sooner, although that could be excused by our constant vigilance.

I wasn't sure how to breach the subject, though...

"Jimmy, why are we standing here and not going inside?" Ulgrin asked.

"Ah, sorry. Crap. I- uh..." I kinda lost my track of mind there. Thanks a lot, Ulgrin!

"Okay, let's play a game."

"A game? Have you gone insane?" William said.

"Yes. So!" I clapped my hands. "If your name is Ulgrin, prepare your weapon, and if you're a mask that possesses dead people, raise your hands."

Both of them stared at me in silence.

"Too soon?" I said to William, before Ulgrin finally connected the dots and raised his weapon at him.

William was silent.

But then he chuckled and oh my god, he sounded demonic.

"Well done. I must say, I'm impressed. If I may ask, just how did you figure me out? I was sure I made no mistakes."

I stared at the creature before with wide eyes.

"W-What the hell?" Ulgrin said. I agreed, before shaking my head and focusing.

"Oh, you know... Your corroded ass face. It's taken up like half of your face by this point and I'm honestly surprised Ulgrin hasn't seen it before."

"Hey, now that you mention it, I can see it." Ulgrin commented. "Ugh, that's one for the nightmares."

William, or whatever its name was, stayed silent, the thoughts running inside it indecipherable.

"And yet you are going to judge me based on me being a mask? Believe it or not, I am trying to help you. Perhaps we should go obtain the map so I can prove my nature to you?"

I nodded at the logic, although the mask screwed itself over. It just didn't know it yet.

Sometimes, it's just too easy.

"Sounds reasonable. We can go do that right after you answer my question."

"...Go on, then." God, that voice gave me the chills.

"How did you get on the dead guy's face? You see, you basically confirmed that you're the mask and the entity contained inside it. So I really can't see any other way for the guy to have died except you being put on its face and subsequently killing the poor guy. Likely through the acid spreading through the face and corroding it further."

"Oh holy shit, Jimmy..." Ulgrin complained, before cocking his gun. "You always find the good ones."

"Hey, wait! I can give you information, just let me go!" At this point, the mask changed into a sad one.

I was taken aback for a moment.

Only for a moment, though.

"I'm really not inclined to believe you, sorry. And the evidence lies in this very room, proving, without a doubt, that you are full of shit! Ulgrin, I'll read it out for your convenience."

I turned to the label depicting SCP-012.

"First things first, this looks more like a musical sheet than anything else. And second, most important..."

I inspected the brain crossed by an X inside the triangle, reading out the words next to it slowly.

"Co- gni - to - hazard. Cognitohazard. Dangerous for the brain. Dangerous in general. Probably deadly. Shouldn't be read. Take your pick."

I turned to the masked figure, thoroughly unimpressed.

"And SCP-012 'interacts badly with your mask'." I mimicked mockingly. "I find it a bit strange that you knew about that obscure detail regarding the mask you totally knew nothing about but couldn't tell what it does when put on your face. Like, please, at least try!"

I sighed. "Well, it was fun while it lasted. Ulgrin..." No more words were needed, and Ulgrin took aim.

"No, please! I have real information that you could use! Just don't shoot me, please!"

"Hah, totally. You've shown us how trustworthy you are. Well, this is goodbye."

"Ulgrin, wait. Maybe we can... reason with it."

"Yes, please! You'll particularly like to hear about a little friend of yours that looks very similar to you, I think..."

/*/

"This doesn't look like a smart idea..." Ulgrin commented from a safe distance away near the stairs, holding the leaflet for SCP-012 in his hand.

I, on the other hand, was stood fairly bit closer to the actual console in the room, looking at the severed hand on the floor from the angle the position allowed me.

The actual controls couldn't be tampered with, and the doors to SCP-012 opened as soon as we stepped down.

All of a sudden, we both felt an indescribable urge to go inside the chamber. We backed away, but after putting the ring on, I warily approached the doors, only to find out that the mental effect was gone.

Which was also when I saw the severed hand.

Although...

"See? He probably wasn't lying to us. This SCP-079 has taken over the facility. There was even a face in the on the screen there!"

And that was just what he needed for his current mission. Now he had a clue.

The mission to find out what caused the containment breach has begun.

"Uh-huh. I still say we shouldn't have let the freak go."

"Well, it's not like we can't find him again..." I took my navigator and waved it idly around. Ulgrin shrugged and made a noise I assumed was a lazy attempt at agreeing.

"Still." Ulgrin insisted. "Are you really going to go in to get someone's hand? That's gross, man."

"You call it gross, I call it efficient. That arm might have belonged to someone with higher clearance than you, and it might come in handy. I saw a hand scanner somewhere. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

I shook the trepidation away and walked past the purple rolling chair inside the chamber. Inside, there was a glass casing held up by an elevator system of sorts, and I would bet my left shoe that it was closed before we came down here.

Regardless, I wasn't willing to stay here any longer than necessary so I picked up the arm and - Bleh, it's still wet! - sort of awkwardly held it before stuffing the hand end in the back of my pants.

Kinda gross, but it worked.

I went back into the console room. "Okay, we can go."

"Wait, where's the han- Oh, gross. What the fuck is wrong with you, you freak? You're having someone's dead arm slap against your ass every time you walk. Ugh."

I grimaced. "Ugh, why did you have to say that? There aren't exactly many options here, and now you've left me mentally scarred."

"There are options. Drop the hand."

"That isn't one of them. Let's just agree to disagree."

"Freak." Ulgrin mumbled before beginning to go upstairs.

"So did our route change?"

"A bit, yes, though I'm only working off of a hunch. Our main goal is reaching SCP-079 now, though we are making a small detour..."

"Oh yeah? Where to?"

"Just a little room I've always walked by and never went in for some reason... I guess we'll see."

"It's called SCP-1162, if I recall correctly..."

I shrugged. "Probably nothing important."

/*/

We arrived there relatively fast, surprisingly enough.

Once we found the original route, it was easier than I expected.

After all, I passed by this SCP countless times, since it was the only SCP in between the storage room and SCP-914.

I really wasn't expecting much, although I guess it's worth a look now better than later.

Maybe it proved to be useful.

We stood in front of it. The SCPs didn't pop up even once in the light containment zone, which was, again, strange.

Were they all after John?

All the better, if that was the case.

A swipe of the Omnicard later, we were inside and...

A hole. In the wall, specifically.

I looked at it blankly before perusing the lone room. There was no computer, but there was a desk with a leaflet on it.

Quickly skimming over that and-

I suddenly stopped. I could feel myself starting to sweat as I continued reading.

This...

"Hey, you okay?" Ulgrin asked.

"Yeah... It's just... Well, you can read it while I work. This turned out to be more useful than I imagined."

I was about to start chugging items out of the hole, but, after brief consideration, dropped the arm, navigator, gas mask and the ensemble of other things until I only had collected leaflets in my possession.

Apparently, the hole exchanges one item in your possession with the one inside...

Which could be something out of your past.

Without hesitation, I put my arm inside and...

An origami. A drawing. Car keys. A movie ticket of a movie called Run I could vaguely remember. A key which looked dangerously like the one from the old shack I used to visit.

Then...

I stood in silence.

"Huh? This guy looks just like you!" Ulgrin commented, looking at the keycard I held in my hands, though that's the last part where my attention was at.

The world was shifting before my eyes, and, in a moment, my vision was zoomed out, the hole in the wall very far away from me before my vision zoomed back to its original spot faster and faster, as if it was falling horizontally, before...

It focused back normally, and I noticed that I was holding myself up on the table.

"-my! Jimmy, you alright! Speak to me, dammit!"

Slowly, agonizingly, I tore my eyes away from the keycard, looking at Ulgrin.

My eyes looked wide in wonder, I assumed, and it must have confused the hell out of Ulgrin.

"...Not Jimmy."

"Uh... What? You're not making any sense there, Ji-"

"Not Jimmy." I interrupted again, gesturing at the keycard before looking at it myself, holding it up so Ulgrin can see.

"Benjamin... Oliver..." A part was torn out, but that wasn't important.

I remembered it now.

"Walker."

My own name.

"Benjamin Oliver Walker." I turned to look at Ulgrin, whose expression I could not see.

The sheer disbelief and incredulity in his voice made it all the more worth it.

"And you were a Level 4 researcher!?"

/*/

After recovering from my momentary stupor, I had the dubious luck of getting another important paper.

It was a disciplinary hearing, coming from the 05 Command themselves, the bastards.

"You really shouldn't be looking at this..." Ulgrin said, but otherwise looked on as much as me, interested despite himself.

"You're one to be talking. Now hush. So I was demoted because of... 'Unauthorized research of a hypothetical anomalous phenomenon hereby referred to as the Spiral Gestalt.' That word again..."

I saw it once before, and now...

This was important. I knew it was, but I didn't know how.

"What could it be... ?"

"Uhh, don't ask me? Something that spins? Kinda like clay, but it gets molded into something new constantly, like in a mixer?" Ulgrin offered.

"Uhh..." It was my turn to do an Ulgrin impression.

"Yeah, yeah, there's a reason I'm a guard and not a-"

At this point, something suddenly clicked within me, and suddenly-

I lost consciousness.

/* FLASHBACK */

Those fools. They didn't understand.

I told them it was safe. I did the math, then I did it again, then another time.

I accounted for every possible eventuality and adjusted my research towards it.

Thousands upon thousands of hours went into this, careful research and adjustment, new formulas, methods and even particles being developed specifically for the purpose of achieving it...

The Spiral Gestalt...

"You are to henceforth end this project once and for all, Walker. We have deemed it too dangerous for you to continue working on this project. The results could be catastrophic."

"But-"

"No buts. This is our final verdict. The project relies on too many unknown variables, and while your research in Tachyon particles is impressive, you are but one man. You try to accomplish too much and flat out refuse to take on a team-"

"The research and level of expertise I'd need to educate the team on to properly handle this would be far too costly and frankly unnecessary-"

"And this is where our opinion differs, Walker. We are sorry, but we don't believe this is something a single man can do alone. Too many things rely on you not getting them wrong the first time..."

"I am sorry. But we have nothing more to talk about. You are dismissed."

...Before it was cruelly denied to me.

...But I wasn't going to give up. Not now, when I was so close.

And now, it was done. I didn't know what the end result was going to be...

But I knew that it was going to be...

Fantastic...

The needle containing the glowing yellow substance pierced my skin, into a vein in my throat. The liquid slowly disappeared as I pumped it inside.

This was a bit drastic, but what better way to show them that it worked than to test it on myself?

The very fabric of space and time, twisted and morphed from Tachyon cells by the most advanced of molecular genetics...

The Spiral Gestalt flowed within me.

Short moments after, the door to my office slammed open.


AN: Oh boy. Things are getting spicy.

And our resident mc has finally remembered his name! Huzzah!

And we get a bit of a snippet to his past. Just to note, this is AU and not canon, although it does use canon elements such as Tachyon particles, which are basically used to describe all and any time-related events as far as I've gathered.

Even though it's AU, it's what I feel an important part of the story because, quite frankly, we're reaching the end of the story here. Past the plot currently going on, there is not too much left of the game's content, which means the story could end in around a month even.

I really wasn't expecting this to happen, to be honest. I expected around 30-50 chapters, but there comes a point where there's nothing to write about, and it's here sooner than I expected.

"B-But, DustyOldAttic, why is the flashback important then?"

Ah, good question. It'd be a shame if I left you hanging with it.

.

.

.

There have also been hints left here and there about certain things that have, unwillingly on my part, trivialized a certain aspect of the game, which would also make the game shorter.

Namely, the guards. I have it in good belief that the guards decidedly won't attack Walker, but rather go as far as to help him.

How so, you might ask?

Figure it out yourself. It's not that hard, I believe xD

Either way, it's going to be relatively clear next chapter.

Not concerning the story, a reviewer compared my writing style to "couer-el-arn" or likely Coeur Al'Aran, who is a RWBY fanfiction writer.

And that's true. I wasn't joking in Chapter 1 when I said that this was my first serious writing project, and it just so happened that I read all of Coeur's works and was inspired by the schedule and quality of content he keeps up. So my writing style is built up on the foundation of Coeur and my own personal elements.

In short, you can thank him that I'm writing this story at all. His stories were the inspiration, foundation and motivation for this. Heck, the guy's writing is better than the show he's writing about!

Okay, that's enough fangirling from me.

The end of the story draws near, John is acting wackoo and the plot thickens.

What's next in store for our resident goof, Benjamin Oliver Walker?

Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z!

Next Chapter: 13th October, 2018