(Unknown)

All Rin felt was numbness.

Her whole body felt stale, as if her body was thrashed around like a loose tissue in a middle of a storm, her arms and legs completely lost of its senses, her head heavy as raw lead, and her dignity smothered in mud.

For a magi to be... humbled to this position, death was the only way to reclaim any shreds of pride she had left.

"Ahahaha, no."

... Oh right.

She and the others were now under Humanity's First Casualty's thumb, where only he can choose when and how they each die.

... Huh, why did she point out the obvious? Now that she thinks about it, nearly everyone's she knows tends to point out the obvious in the most roundabout way possible.

Although to be fair, she herself was proven wrong when the Archer class was composed only of archers, as her own can vouch for that with his twin swords.

"... What do you want?" Rin grumbled out hoarsely.

For a moment, silence, before Abel answered.

"To quote a certain comic Canadian book; 'Open your eyes, and maybe you'll see'."

Rin slowly opens her eyes, only to see a plain-blue chaise lounge sitting itself in the middle of the pitch-black void around her.

"... That's it?" Rin voiced out her disappointment. "I honestly expected something more frightening. That, or is that chair gonna turn into some semi-sentiant bear trap that's going to clamp down its hinges through my torso like a fresh cut of meat?"

Abel's voice lets out a chortle echoing throughout the void.

"Oh, Rinny-poo, that'd be too easy, even for me." Abel's voice snarked out in a smarmy tone slimier then Shinji's. "And I know what you're thinking, and no, wakame ain't got shit on me."

Rin slowly gets up, trying to support her slightly-malnourished frame with her feeble legs, staring down at the lounge couch.

"... What the hell are you waiting for?" Abel's voice called out. "There are better places to take naps than on the ground, you know."

"Why should I even listen to you?" Rin replied. "Maybe I want to stay drifting in this void that you trapped me in."

"Because I boyfriend as my actual hostage." Abel's voice echoed out. "My generosity can only be taken advantage of so many times before I ultimately decide to screw you over. Pull out now, or lose that metaphorical shaft you call your dignity, forever. Your discretion, Rinny-poo. It's all on you whether you either procreate further past second base in the future or remain a once-and-done kind of deal."

... How?

How the hell did she come to this? How the hell an aspiring magi end up caring for some former-nobody turned upstart-badass of unfathomable proportions? Was his [Arcana Dei Verbum] some sort of aphrodisiac for him to attract female magi like some sort of gender-inverted civet?

Pushing aside those potentially lewd and unfitting thoughts, Rin reluctantly approaches the lone couch standing in the void right in front of her, right before she lounged onto it-

... Huh. The plush feeling of the couch's casings were really soft, as if she herself was sleeping on a cloud of alpaca wool.

"Comfortable?" Abel's voice called out from the darkness. "Then good."

In an instant, Abel appears right next to the chaise lounge that Rin herself was leaning on, all dressed in his initial punk attire, but now wearing a lab coat over his gaudy ensemble of black, silver studs, neon pink contact lenses, and frosted white and red hornet on his black t-shirt.

"We can now begin your way-overdue therapy session." Abel stated as he projected a clipboard, pen, and a pair of glasses. "Because unlike your muggle contemporaries, you really can't admit that you have a problem. But unlike your magi contemporaries, you at least, sort-of acknowledge that you sort-of have a problem... basically, you're at the awkward middle position. Better than rock-bottom, I assure you."

"What makes you qualified to to psychologically evaluate me?" Rin pointed out. "I mean, haven't you made our lives for the past 12 hours a living hell?"

Abel lets out a wicked cackle before answering.

"... Three things." Abel pointed out. "One, rhetorical question, because you haven't seen the worst I can do, yet." Abel stated smugly. "Two, as fellow magi, I am sort of qualified to speak on your level, since, I can technically relate with your daily issues from your perspective. And three... did you know that my dayjob in the U.S. happens to a marriage consultant? I using up my vacation days that I've saved up for the past three years of my career, so better time then any to give you and the rest of this dysfunctional lot some long-needed help. Oh, and I am legally qualified as a consultant, so if you're gonna sue me for fraud, don't even bother."

"I..." Rin tries to retort, only to come up with nothing.

"Good." Abel stated slightly smugly. "You've just admitted that you have a problem. That's step one."

"... What's step two?" Rin asked.

Abel clicks his pen.

"The real meat of our little session." Abel replied. "Counseling."

Abel adjusts his glasses before looking back at Rin.

"To start us off, can you tell me about a bit of yourself?" Abel asked.

"Wait, don't you already know who I am?" Rin deadpanned. "I mean, you did state that you've been stalking all of us ever since the Fourth Grail War."

"True enough, Miss Tohsaka. I have detailed files covering both sides of your little double life since your birth certificate." Abel replied. "But for your sake, I want you to come out and say it."

"Why should I?" Rin asked.

"Because if you refuse to cooperate..."

Abel snaps his fingers, manifesting penis-shaped worms that looked like the rumored Crest Worms, only instead of dull-dark gray like Zouken's, they were squirming masses of snow white secreting blood-colored fluids from their scrotum-like "mouths", every one of them slowly swarming towards Rin, with Rin herself now finding her wrists and ankles handcuffed to the legs of the couch.

"... I can make you cooperate." Abel pointed out smugly. "Oh and P.S., this whole custom dreamscape I've cooked up runs on Nightmare on Elm Street rules, meaning whatever happens here will carry over into your actual body in reality. And as for these overcompensating lot? They're not as focused on turning your corpse into a human-skin spandex you while frying your brain with lewd sensations, but rather, those red liquids once applied onto your skin, they will seep down into your sweat glands and into your nervous system as electrical signals, amplifying all of your pain receptors in you nervous system honing all of your sensory nerves down to their finest edge, so that the sensation of pure agony will be emitted through its maximum output, and will keep doing so until your whole body ends up paralyzed from the neck-down from overexertion of the aforementioned nerves that my pet dicks and their dribble will be more than generous with. Would you like to test that theory yourself? If so, plunge in. I dare you."

Rin wanted to scream, but somehow, the mere sight of pale white dicks left her terrified to utter silence.

"... I'll take that silence as a sign you're willing to cooperate, Miss Tohsaka?" Abel asked.

Rin nods.

"Good."

With a snap of a finger, the worms and the handcuffs disappear in an instant.

"Now." Abel spoke back into a formal tone, recomposing himself after his little tantrum. "... Are you ready to answer my questions?"

"Let's just hurry up and get it over with..." Rin groaned out, now even more burnt out than before.

"First question." Abel asked while he tapped his pen on the clipboard. "Can you summarize your life from 1994 up to right now?"

"Well, first of all, I saw my little sister get transferred to another magi family's home." Rin addressed as she saw Abel began taking notes on his clipboard. "... After that, the whole Fourth Grail War started when all seven masters and their servants were all gathered in Fuyuki, then it turns out that one of the masters was a non-magi nutjob that was responsible for killing my classmates back at elementary school and almost leveling all of Fuyuki in a mass of tentacles, and after that, my father and his servant go missing, with the damned fake priest taking about a large majority of my family's overall assets, then suddenly, I see the entire city go into flames... and for the next nine-ish years, I just continued living a double life of both civilian and closet magi until the Fifth Grail War commenced, I summoned an Archer that uses swords as arrows, ran into a Lancer, found Shirou near-dead on the floor, and from there, I regretted every decision I've made, as the world that I once knew slowly reduced to ash thanks to my tenant who just so happened to be the second coming of Zelretch."

"Hmm, I see." Abel surmised as he finished taking his notes. "It seems that during those ten years, only the dawn and the twilight seem to hold any sort of... significance, shall we say, to you."

"What do you mean by that?" Rin asked.

"Between the years 1994 and 2004, did you make any significant memories?" Abel asked. "Any friends? Birthdays? First kisses? Boyfriends or girlfriends? Not that I'm judging, mind you. If not, please, for the love god, don't make me tell you that you've essentially wasted your entire life for that utter malarky that just started about a few weeks prior."

Again, Rin tried to argue, but couldn't come up with a retort.

All her time mastering her craft, her time being in tune with her family crest, those countless hours studying magic, and that culmination of ten year's worth of mana stored in her garnet pendant as the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

The sacrifices she's made, the condemnation of her blood sister to the world's most perverted old man, the reputation that she built up around her non-magi peers as this untouchable ice queen, and simply tolerating the damned fake priest's mere existence, for ten years straight. All of it, she thought it was necessary, in hope of obtaining the Root, in hopes of renewing all of magic back to the Age of Gods.

... All of it, rendered completely fruitless, simply for the virtue of a magi who both unwittingly and singlehandedly rendered generations of hard work and toil of not only of her family's, but to also to every single magi clan on the face of this planet, completely obsolete, who just happens to live just down the street for the past ten years under her rent.

Again, she wanted to scream, but the madness completely disintegrated all of her motor functions, turning her into a breathing corpse, waiting to rot into dirt for the worms, in hopes of escaping this despair.

"From that look on your face, I take it that you've figured out what's wrong with you?" Abel asked. "No need to feel bad about yourself. After all..."

Abel then leans down towards Rin's ear, sporting an outright venomous smirk, emitting nothing but malice and a grim satisfaction of a predator finally catching its prey after a long trek across the frozen wastes of the north.

The whisper that came next, oh god, the ghastly words that slowly raped their way through her neurons...

"... You're only human."

Then the surrounding void around her drowns out her vision, submerging her into the pitch-black vacuum, with last thing Rin seeing Abel mockingly waving her goodbye.

"I'll see you next week, Miss Tohsaka!" Abel called out as Rin herself completely drowned into the void, leaving behind the chaise lounge empty.

(Another Unknown Location)

"... Is she up?"

"I think I saw her eyelids twitch for a moment."

"Look! She's waking up!"

Rin's eyes were slowly adjusting to the sudden brightness, a complete contrast to that vantablack mental space where she'd met Abel in that so-called "therapy session".

Along with the others, she finds herself in spacious luxury suite-like room, with a working TV, mini fridge, 3 king-sized beds draped with snow-white sheets, an oak coffee table with a complete tea set, teapot, cups, and all the fixings included, several drawers and closets, a velvet-red and gold-yellow carpet flooring, marble-white walls, a domed glass ceiling with the view of outside completely obscured by the opaqueness of the dome, and both oddly yet fitting enough, no windows or doors in sight, save for the doors that were left ajar, revealing a restroom and a bathroom respectively.

"... Pointing out the obvious, where the hell am I?" Rin asked.

"Dunno. But at least the place's nice." Taiga, now fully clothed, stated as she was munching on a slice of strawberry cake. "At least we won't starve. Or live like pigs. Pretty nice for a prison cell, really."

Rin grumbles incoherently as she looked around the room.

So far, nothing too out of the ordinary, other than the leomane magi trying to find some booze in the cabinet, a blond magi trying to fix her curls in front of the bathroom mirror, a short-haired Designator was curled up into a ball, staring blankly and listlessly into the corner, the Einzbern brat getting her head wounds treated by Sakura, the other albino woman now dressed in a loose-fitting red tracksuit, munching on some rice crackers while staring at the TV while clicking away at the remote, scrolling from channel to channel until she stops at the label "Megas XLR", and as for Shirou...

"... Where's Shirou?" Rin asked Taiga.

The ex-teacher points her thumb to her left, showing Shirou lying on one of the beds, strapped to an IV pole, with Sakura looking over his nigh-comatose body.

"You know, in hindsight, it feels like Abel planned for all of this to happen." Taiga pointed out. "Granted, I'm about as lost as the other magefolk-"

"Magi, Fujimura-sensei." Rin corrected her.

"What's the difference?" Taiga pointed out. "Aren't they both magic-users?"

"... Former are commoners, or at least the ones that aren't from a lineage that doesn't bear a family crest, the latter being one of the 72 Families that can trace their lineage back to the B.C. time period." Rin explained. "The Tohsaka clan has married into the Edelfelt clan around the late 19th to early 20th century, so in essence, I can be considered a part of the 72 Noble Families, albeit nominally."

"... Huh, sounds like a lot Harry Potter business." Taiga replied.

"Harry Potter?" Rin asked.

"We were supposed to go over it in English next year... that is until the whole school got firebombed to oblivion, along with the said books and the funding invested into purchasing those copies." Taiga grumbled out. "And I was looking forward to it too..."

Rim simply rolls her eyes as they moved towards the nameless albino lady in from of the TV.

"And what's her deal?" Rin asked.

"Oi, I heard that."

From the woman's ear, a black sludge with a singular eye slithers out, blinking towards the pigtailed magi.

Rin readies her gandr, pointing her finger at the black sludge.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Lady! Chill!" The sludge spoke out sporadically. "I ain't here to hurt anyone! And even if I wanted to, I can't do shit in this form!"

"Who are you!?" Rin asked the sludge. "And just how long were you inside of her?"

The monoeyed sludge blinks before answering.

"... Okay, first of all, phrasing. Second, I'm the evil inside the Holy Grail going by the name Angra Mainyu, before I was forcibly evicted from my domain by that shriveled-up fuckwad going by Cain, but considering the majority of my powers and my original vessel has been stripped from yours truly, so now I go by my lesser form, Ahriman, my sort-of emergency form before I can reclaim my rightful place. And finally, by 'how long', were you referring to the time I spent in her, or the length of my shaft-"

"THE FORMER!" Rin barked out as she pressed her gandr against Ahriman's single eye. "Anymore bullshit, I BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!"

"TEN YEARS! TEN YEARS SINCE THAT FIRE!" Ahriman replied in a panicked tone. "DON'T ASK ME WHY! THE BITCH I'M IN WANTED IT, ALTHOUGH NOT BY HER FREE WILL, ASSUMING IF SHE HAD ANY TO BEGIN WITH!"

The lady hosting the sentient sludge looks back at the two, who then gives them a shrug before turning her attention back to the TV.

"... Okay, second question, what's her deal?" Rin asked. "I mean, she was the previous host of All of World's Evil, but by appearances, she seems to be taking it rather well."

"... Eheheh. About that." Ahriman sheepishly answered. "... Turns out whenever I'm not assuming direct control over her brain, turns out that she's a nice lady to be around. I mean, after being treated like total shit for over 2,500 years, you know how much of a relief it is to finally have someone not completely evil to talk to me like a civil human being? I mean, I honestly can't tell if she's being nice out of pre-programming or some kind of 'free will' bullcrap, but hey, who am I to judge?"

Ahriman sole eye blinks before turning back on Rin.

"Look kiddo." "I'm pretty sure that you ain't gonna listen to me, with me being the former All of World's Evil, but I'll just leave you with this: No one can choose how they're born into this world. Take it from me, girly, I've got the worst. Now if you excuse me, me and the nice lady here got some giant-ass robots to dig on, and you have your boyfriend to keep exclusive from your competition. Oh and P.S., I saw you two doing it through the Grail's mud, every night."

Rin's jaw hinge goes ajar upon hearing that Ahriman's time as Angra fucking Mainyu was spent as a peeping Tom.

"God, I miss having a penis..." Ahriman grumbled out loud. "... And opposable thumbs."

(Former-Unknown Mindscape)

... Illya really wishes she had Hercules with her right now.

Because standing before her was the same man who beat the living tar out of her with a crowbar, smiling at her while waving hello towards her, as if he had no prior history with her.

"Good evening, Miss Einzbern." Abel greeted jovially. "I'm so glad that you came to our session-"

"Spare me the bullcrap." Illya cut in as she approached the punk-attired man. "What more do you want from me?"

Abel sighs as he taps his pen against his clipboard, as if he's trying to adopt a faux-doctor-like mannerism in front of Illya, much to her displeasure from his blatant transparency of his malice.

"What more do I want from you?" Abel asked back. "Honestly, I've already wrung you and your grandfather dry, so, I thought a more... civil route was warranted."

"AFTER BEATING MY HEAD IN WITH A CROWBAR!?" Illya screeched out her retort.

"Oh please, I do that with everybody." Abel nonchalantly points out. "The crowbar was yours for free."

Illya grits her teeth hard. Furious at this... thing's logic-

Actually, no. Scratch that. The man was legitimately insane.

"Oi oi oi, who says that you can go psychoanalyzing me?" Abel asked Illya.

It didn't take a genius magi to figure out

"... Wait, you read my-"

"Read your thoughts like an open book?" Abel finished Illya's statement. "Honey, you're in my world right now. And in my world, you and the others's mind plays by my rules. And rule #1: you will not hide anything from me. Rule #2: you will sleep when I say so, not only to keep track of your habits, but I also need my captives getting at least 9-10 hours worth of sleep per day. And Rule #3: try and self-terminate, I'll simply bring you back. Whether or not I bring you back as the same person, let alone, species... go ahead, it brings me great joy when you try to dance on a razor's edge. Not that I look forward to seeing whether you succeed or fail, I just have that itch that can only be scratched by me playing Russian Roulette. ... Let's just say that it usually ends with my head eating the .45 round. But enough about me, let's talk about you."

"No." Illya firmly replied. "I'm not going to listen to some two-bit thug that is way his head. As an Einzbern, you will treat me with respect-"

"Ahahahaha, no."

Abel pins his pen into Illya's wrist, skewering it through her flesh and marrow.

"I would say that this is for your own good, but if you're going to be an ass about it, then so I shall." Abel threatened. "Now come here so I can extract that pen out of your wrist, and we can begin your session. Unless I have to snap all of your bones and drag your frail ass to the chair, but considering that I had the personal pleasure of beating your head in, my advice is that you don't make me get extra-creative with me getting your compliance."

Abel's threats only sounded hollow, as expected of a two-bit thug. But there being actual consequences that he might be downplaying?

The mere thought alone is horrifying enough as is.

"... Please." Abel stated as he gestured toward the chaise lounge. "Have a seat."

Illya reluctantly takes her seat at the lounge as Abel pulls the pen out of her wrist before flicking the blood off of her.

"Hmm, blackish-purple. Don't see that flowing through people's veins every day." Abel commented as he licked the bloodstains off of his pen. "... No need to be so tense, Miss Einzbern. You may relax, for the only torture you might receive is psychological, so might as well loosen those muscles of yours. It's unhealthy for a little lass as yourself to be so wound up."

"I'm 18." Illya shot back.

"And I'm 130 million years old." Abel retorted as he flipped off Illya. "So eat it, bitch."

With a grumble, Illya leans down on the chaise lounge, only to find herself completely immersed in the surprising softness of the couch that she's on, almost like the bed that she has back home.

... Just remembering it burning down behind her left a tinge of bitterness in her mouth. That, or some of the ash might've gotten into her mouth while she herself was not noticing.

"So, Miss Illyasviel von Einzbern." Abel began as he looked through the clipboard. "Age 18, daughter of a Japanese hitman father and German Homunculus for a mother, former-scion of the now-destroyed Einzbern clan-"

"Just how the hell did you find it?" Illya asked out of the blue. "How in the hell, did you find the Einzbern stronghold?"

"... Really easy, actually." Abel replied. "Satellite images, eyewitness reports, environmental anomalies reported in the Bavarian Alps for the past 60-80 years, and the obvious paper trail tracing to a certain aristocrat's castle by the fucking Theosophical Society during WWII. Honestly, I'm not blaming your old man for being so oblivious to the clear security breaches in his domain, but maybe he should consider what kind of guests he invites into his humble abode."

It didn't take genius to figure out that Abel was invited to the Einzbern manor at one point. That, or he at least scouted it out.

"Did you that by when I joined Blavatsky's little secret club, I meant that I snapped one of their member's necks and wore his corpse like a latex bodysuit for about half a year?" Abel gleefully pointed out. "Seriously, I wasn't smelling like shit ever since I literally got shat out by a Carnosaurus during the prehistoric era. Good times. Even got to fuck a Velociraptor."

Illya wanted to vomit from Abel's recounts, but she herself was incorporeal in his mindscape.

"... Pardon me, I really shouldn't make this about me." Abel apologized. "Let's start with another question. Miss Einzbern, can you describe what was it like in your... umm, castle? Manor? Erm, your residence, yes, your residence. Can you describe your life there for the past 10 years?"

"... I thought you already knew." Illya grumbled out.

"I know, but I want you to say it." Abel replied. "Only you yourself can confront the mess that your life has become, and I'm simply here to lend a helping hand."

"I didn't ask for your help." Illya grumbled out. "I'm going to die soon anyway, so what's the point?"

Abel sighs out as he faces Illya with a serious expression.

"You what I hate more than pricks who get my cocaine mixture wrong?" Abel asked. "It's people who give up on life because of the inevitability."

"I'm not giving up. I'm just accepting my fate." Illya grumbled out.

"Ugh... If Nightingale was here here listening right now, I think she might've lopped off all of your arms and legs and perform an open-cavity surgery on you just to prove you otherwise." Abel groaned out. "Look cupcake, I don't care if your whole damn life was built up to this point just to die for some convoluted cause, but what I care, is people giving up on their humanity."

"But I'm not human. Just a Homunculi, copied and pasted from the original vessel of the Holy Grail." Illya pointed out.

"Humanity is just a label, Illya." Abel pointed out. "Only you can decide whether your life means jack shit, not your family, not obligations, or that shitheel you call your grandpa that I had the pleasure of reducing him to a head."

"What else is there for me to define for myself?" Illya pointed out. "I know nothing else other than my family."

"... You know humanity survived ever since the genesis?" Abel asked. "We defied everything."

Illya's eyes slightly widen upon hearing Abel's words.

"We've first defied the Almighty, starting with my mum and pop, then my big bro, and then me. We then defied death, with the Almighty's Great Deluge claiming to wipe out all life on earth, when in reality, Pangea formed on the other side of Noah's little exodus, that is before Type Mercury show up and actually did the job, but couldn't get the job done." Abel stated. "We defied reason, creating fire and inventing the wheel, when in reality, it wasn't meant to be. We've erected walls and citadels, all to spit at the face of death of the world that was more than happy to maim us. We've defied love and hate, fighting and dying for what each of us believed in, whether for an ideal or a loved one that made this cold world a bit warmer. Hell, we've defied creation, from the Industrial Revolution causing the atmosphere to choke up, to Neil Armstrong landing on the fucking moon, when in reality, it wasn't necessary, yet we did it regardless. And now? Humanity is actively defying their own fate, with efforts of cleaning up after their mistakes, from the electric car that I've purchased back at 2003, to the concepts of race being slowly eroded away, and leading the charge will be me, with the rest of humanity, against the universe that trying their hardest to kill us all, because they fear us."

"... What does that have to do with me?" Illya dispassionately remarked.

Abel simply stands up and turns his back on Illya while he lights a cigar for himself.

"... You're just as human as anyone else is, Illya." Abel stated. "If you're really human, defy me."

Tendrils of darkness constrict her arms and legs as they drag her out of Abel's mental void.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO, DAMMIT!" Illya roared out in...

... In defiance.

"Glad we're already making progress on day one, Miss Einzbern." Abel stated. "I'll see you next week!"

Darkness completely devours vision her as Illya smells the faint scent of burning tobacco.

(Pierre's Portable Penthouse, Key with Portable Reality Marble, Freshwater Turtle's Shell, 11:58 AM)

"Okay, raise your hand if any of you saw Abel in your dreams."

Only Rin and Illya raise their hands at the breakfast table.

"So that's how it works then." Rin muttered to herself as she took a bite out of her apple.

"What do you mean?" Jordan asked. "What brought this on?"

"Abel's giving each of us 'therapy sessions' every time we fall asleep." Rin pointed out. "From what I could vaguely recall, he insists that he sees at least one of us per week."

"And how did that go?" Jordan asked as he spread blueberry jam on his toast.

"Awful." Rin grumbled out. "He flat-out says that I've wasted the past ten years of my life, saying that I should've made friends, go out with lovers, or anything that the 'normal people' do."

"Oi, normal person right here." Taiga pointed out.

Rin sighs out as she stares into her morning tea brewed from one of those convenience store-brand teabags rather than the freshly-picked leaves.

"... At least the couch was nice." Rin grumbled out. "Although the same can't be said when I have to share a bed with the likes of you lot."

"Oh Miss Tohsaka, don't hate me because I'm beautiful." Luvia haughtily chuckled out.

"So says the ex-princess who's curls are looking a little frazzled." Rin jabbed back. "Tell me, what were you using, Elmer's?"

The ex-scion of the Edelfelt clan sets her teacup down gently before cracking her knuckles.

"Take it back, you whore."

Rin then spits her chewed-up apple at Luvia's face.

"Make me, bitch."

The two ladies then pounce at each other like rabid cats, slowly transitioning from a pay-for-wrestling match to a catfight.

"Ugh..." Jordan grumbled out as he took a swig from his recently-refilled flask. "Too early in the morning for a catfight..."

"I'll go feed senpai breakfast through the tube." Sakura stated as she excused herself to the bed where Shirou was at.

Taiga, utterly confused at what's going on, looks towards the others at the table for any semblance of sanity.

The short haired woman barely touched her food, poking at the yolk of her eggs with her fork, her eyes still dull as cold stone.

The albino woman with a monoeyed-sludge coming out of her ear was gorging at her plate, inhaling the sausages and eggs like if was her last meal on earth.

And the little girl resembling the aforementioned albino woman just stared at her, all the while drinking her milk from her cup.

"... So what you're doing?" Taiga tried to strike up a conversation with the little girl.

The girl refuses to answer, Taiga's greeting only met with a slurp of her cup.

"... Yep, I officially hate Harry Potter now." Taiga remarked. "Oi big guy, hit me up with some of that good stuff, will ya?"

Jordan then pours a drop of his booze into her teacup.

"... At least during this field trip, I won't have to deal with them sober."

(Oklahoma, Off-Road between Route 40 and the Canadian River, United States, 5:37 PM)

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?"

Over the relentless hail of gunfire, Abigail/Abel was flooring it while frantically reloading her .50 Magnum Revolver and steer the wheel of her car, Monica unloading her MP5 at the armored vehicles and the militia-like men pursuing them, Shinji's head was screaming like a bitch, and Kiritsugu's head was smoking a cigarette over the cacophony of brimstone and blast powder.

"WE DRIVE INTO THE FRINGE BORDER OF FUCKING OKLAHOMA, *BANG* AND SUDDENLY, OUT ASSES ARE SET UPON BY THE FUCKING ILLINOIS NAZIS JUMP ON US WITH M16s AND COLT M1911s LIKE THE GODDAMN PAPARAZZI CAMPED IN FRONT OF TOM CRUISE'S HOUSE!" Abigail screeched out as she fired a magically-reinforced round through one of the armored car's reinforced windows, killing the driver and sending the car flying into a billboard pole before exploding into slag and flames. "JUST HOW THE THOSE BLUE BROTHERS JAGOFFS REACH OKLAHOMA IN THE FIRST PLACE!?"

"Twenty bucks says that some asshole tipped em." Monica pointed out as she reloaded her MP5. "Thirty says the Mage's Association's already on our asses. Forty says-RPG!"

Abigail looks ahead of the road, only to find it blockaded with other armored vehicles, and a few of them were pointing RPGs towards them.

"... Waitaminute, don't these KKK fucks only used American-manufactured munitions?" Abigail pointed out.

"THAT'S YOUR BIGGEST COCERN!?"

The rockets fire towards them.

"MONICA!" Abigail cried out as she floored the acceleration panel.

"ON IT!"

Monica's internal magitek frame began to emit lavanadar-colored mana circuits though her synthetic flesh.

"[TIME LEAP: ACCEL WORLD]!"

The whole world around them froze dead still.

In a few moments of silence and serene stillness, the rockets that were flying towards the car froze in place, each bearing their own trail of smoke behind them, the faces of the militiamen, devoid of any emotion or reason, as if they were mere dolls made of meat and bone, and in the bullet-ridden electric car, Monica, her circuits flickering at the strain of stopping time, Shinji's head frozen in utter fear and panic, Kiritsugu's head still at its fish-eyed resignation, and Abigail herself...

... Was bearing the face of the undeterred.

"SUCK MY CURRENTLY-NONEXISTENT BALLS, YOU PASTY FUCKS!"

Time resumes once more, only this time, the car was on the other side of the barricade, with the sounds of the explosions being behind them.

The few militiamen not wielding the RPGs all looked around in confusion, only for something to collide with their boots.

One looks down, and picks up a grenade.

... Without its pin. Surrounded by crates of other live RPG rockets, Claymores, and other munitions containing blasting powders in its casing.

"... Son of a bitch-"

*KABOOM*

"... Wha-What was that sound?" Shinji stuttered out.

Kiritsugu simply sigh out.

"... My Origin, used by that demented girl in the rear." Kiritsugu answered.

"Kiss my ass, superfans." Monica flipped off the two heads.

"Oi oi oi, just what was supposed get my baby girl for her birthday?" Abigail pointed out. "I mean, a trip to Hanoi with paid guided tour ain't worth much if you already been there."

Kiritsugu simply hefts out a plume of smoke from his cigarette.

"... Fine, be a little bitch about it, why don't ya..."

The car then stalls before stopping completely in a middle of the road.

"... Son of a bitch!" Abigail cursed as she slammed her head against the honker. "Those bastards hit the generator!"

"Meaning?" Shinji asked.

Abigail then pulls out a cable with a sharp needle at its end.

"Meaning we're gonna have to run the car with my mana in place of conventional electricity." Abigail replied. "But if I do that, a whole lot of supernatural aberrations will come swarming after us during our little road trip like vultures to fresh carrion."

"Ghosts of dead native Americans? Werewolves? Chupacabras?" Monica asked as she polished a silver bullet as she received strange looks from the two heads. "... What? Not my first time killing and skinning one."

"You're fucking unbelievable." Shinji grumbled out. "Knowing you two, there's something even worse than those right-wingers that tried to fry us earlier."

"Give the kiddo a cookie, because there is." Abigail stated as she inserts a needled cable into her forearm before strapping it around her arm. "Wendigos."

The sun began to set, gradually darkening the skies above.

"... We need to move, now."

Abigail then floors the car, setting down the evening road ahead, with specters of malicious intent stalking their shadows.

Some of these Wendigos possess the dead bodies of the militiamen, turning them into flesh-eating ghouls that chased after the mana signature driving away from them. The rest of the bodies were quickly devoured by the ghouls before they gave chase.

"Mom, want me to ventilate those assholes!?" Monica asked as she slapped her MP5.

"Negative." Abigail replied. "Unless we want to carpool those fuckers, and not only there's no room, but I don't think a single drive-by at Whataburger can sate their appetites."

"Then what!?" Monica asked.

"Help me bind those two bastards." Abigail answered as she handed her a snarling and foaming head of Shinji, obviously possessed by one of those Wendigos. "Unlike us, they don't have any forms of [Mental Pollution] protection from these ghosties."

With a grumble, Monica forcibly gags Shinji's mouth with a shot-put ball, shutting him up.

The car speeds down the darkening path ahead, miles away from civilization, for better or for worse.

At least no one but themselves go hurt, but the bodies left behind will leave a trail behind them.

They'll cross that bridge when it comes, at least, that's what Monica thought.

"... Mom, a moment."

Monica rolls down her window, and fires her MP5 into the darkness before closing the window shut.

"What was it?" Abigail asked.

"... Let's just say that the magi stalking us need to study basic ecology." Monica stated as she put back her MP3 player into her earbuds.

A dead Eurasian Jay hits the windshield in front of Abigail, spilling blood out of its bullet hole.

"... Point made." Abigail replied as she stuffed Kiritsugu's snarling and foaming mouth with a steel ball gag. "A friggin' pigeon from New York would've been less conspicuous."

She then opens the glove compartment to the seat next to her's, right before throwing Kiritsugu's Wendigo-possessed head into it and closing it shut.

(Abel's Mindscape)

"... Son of a bitch, that what the lass meant."

In the pitch-black void around the leomane Designator, was him, the punk-doctor known as Abel, and a blue chaise lounge.

"Ah, so Rinny-poo passed it along, eh?" Abel spoke to Jordan.

"Oh just shut up and get it over with." Jordan stated as he plopped onto the surprisingly-soft couch with his legs crossed. "Not my first psychiatric counseling I had."

"Ah, so among the hodgepodge of sociopaths, you're like the pseudo-exemption." Abel pointed out. "Good, less work for me."

"Like you're the one to bloody talk..."

"What was that?" Abel asked.

"Nothing." Jordan replied hastily.

Abel gives him a leer before starting.

"Alright, let me see here what I can get from you..." Abel stated as he looked into his clipboard. "Jordan Reginald Lionstone, eldest son of the prestigious Lionstone clan, known for their magecraft in familiar and construct creating, golems, in particular. Birthday is July 15th, 1974. Currently 30 years of age, a whooping total of eight younger brothers and three younger sisters, all whom are not even past high school. All of them, Leonard, Leonardo, Lysander, Lector, Manfred, Pride, and Hamlet, ages 17, 16, 15 for both Lysander and Lector, maybe twins, 7 and 2, with your sisters, Annette, Hunt, and Edina, ages 16, 14, and 9 respectively, and your parents, Richard Hoffman Lionstone, age 64, and your mother, Mercy Lionstone... nee-Bloodletter!? Wait a minute, your mum was a fucking vampire hunter!?"

"... From a family of one. She herself didn't take part in the whole Dead Apostle-hunting business, so they married her off to get a foothold for their finances." Jordan admitted. "You met em before?"

"Ehhh... 'met' is pretty strong understatement." Abel answered. "I ran into them when I was bugging out at one my Apostle friends in today-Czechoslovakia in 1932. Bastards got em good. Saw his head pop like a pimple right in front of me."

"Huh, who'd thunk that you met my mum's folks back before the Blitz..." Jordan scratched his head.

"... Anyway, Mercy Lionstone nee-Bloodletter, age 55." Abel went on Jordan's background evaluation. "... Perfect attendance up until 1982, followed up by a series of truants and skipping classes, with one instance of blowing up an entire study with a homemade pipe bomb. Wow. And here I thought that Columbine was bad."

Abel lets out a small bitter chuckle before continuing.

"... Let's not talk about how the whole Second Amendment has been perverted into a breeding ground/credo for the uneducated bigots." Abel stated. "Let's talk about you."

Jordan lets out a sigh as he reached into his pocket for his flask...

... Only for it to be missing.

"Sorry, Mr. Lionstone, but I need you to be sober during your questioning." Abel pointed out. "That, and material possessions cannot be transferred over into this dream world I've created. Remember, I make the rules here."

"Dammit." Jordan grumbled out.

"So with that out of the way, onto the questions." Abel stated. "First question, can you describe the past 10 years of your life?"

Jordan scratched his mane-like hair before answering.

"If I had to describe it in one word... uneventful." Jordan stated. "I mean, all I did was hunt down rouge magi, Dead Apostles, buy bomb parts, get wasted at someone else's place, rinse, repeat all over, with the occasional expense report that I file into the Association, but I usually just put it on my old man's tab."

"Coming from that last statement, I take it that you're not close with your father?" Abel pointed out.

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe." Jordan stated. "My old man's always insistent that I be the next one to lead the family, but really, I don't have the appetite to appease a bunch of old farts who should be dead by now."

"How would you describe your experience in the magi's high society?" Abel asked.

"It was boring from the get go." Jordan answered. "Just a bunch of same gatherings with the same kind of shite people that I usually kill during my hunts. I mean, one of them that I've met back at the gala when I was seven years old turned up 15 years later in the middle of fucking Vietnam after his family went under, trying to summon two warrior princesses as his familiars under a permanent contract, but before he can even cast his binding curse upon me, one of me Marble Lions bit his head off of his neck from the behind."

Abel recalls facing the Trưng Sisters back during his days as a wandering sellsword/Servant talent agent.

The two lopped his head off and he himself woke up in Kenya as a tribal baby. The two were then remembered as national heroines later on in life, and he gave them clearance as a package deal Saber-Class Servants.

"... Really now?" Abel pointed out. "For something that would make a decently-grossing Hollywood movie, you don't seem significantly enthusiastic about it."

"Tell me about it." Jordan sighed out. "Did you know that I purposely disinherited myself from the family after I rigged a C4 in my family's fountain during one of their garden parties?"

"How many did you kill?" Abel asked in a dour tone.

"None." Jordan stated. "It was my first bomb, so I didn't modify it with anything magical or anything of sort. That, and I really wasn't planning to kill anyone with that, and I fully expected that my old man is strong enough to take a few burns."

"And old were you when you set off your first bomb?"

"17." Jordan answered. "It was two years prior that I perfected my family's golem-crafting to the point that I can literally animate statues in the likeness of real-life animals. Or if I wanted to strike out on my own, I can forge golems out of sand, particularly marble."

"Hm, so by that context, you were more than worthy to inherit your family's crest, let alone, the whole clan." Abel pointed out. "What changed?"

"Dunno. Just got bored along the way." Jordan replied. "Everything that was taught to me, from basic magecraft to my family's golem-making, it felt... too easy. As I continued along the way that my parents and the rest of the clan put me in, I kinda... you know, felt stuck."

Abel looks at Jordan's expression, reminding of a certain Turkish King who knew too much and died a hollow death on his bed.

"Wives numbering in 700, and ironically died all alone in the world..." Abel thought as he looked at Jordan. "Now that think about, the brat's hair does look... rather familiar."

Abel sets his pen down on the clipboard before speaking.

"And I can assume that you're starting to get bored of your little... escape from your family?"

Jordan freezes up upon hearing those words.

"... N-No. Of course not." Jordan stammered. "I mean, why would I want to go back-"

"But you did."

Jordan's eyes widen upon hearing those words.

"The whole Fifth Grail War, your so-called bargaining chip to reestablish your independence, but in reality, you wanted to see your family again, to show off how much further you were from them, like a braggart child showing off his A+ that he got on his quiz." Abel drilled in. "You loathe your family, simply because they didn't treat you like a normal kid, but rather a metaphorical golden goose to boost their position in this aristocratic game of chicken. Can't blame you really, since you yourself went rouge to escape your family, and took up the Mage's Association's equivalent of blue-collar hitman just to fill that empty hole in your chest, left behind because of your father's slightly-ignorant parenting, but the same can be said for all of the magi families, most at best, but the exceptions either produced pompous brats that are still entitled to their delusions of grandeur, or are often killed off as lab rats or out of personal grievance. Really, I can't blame ya."

Jordan had no words to say other than the fact that Abel was sort of right.

He can't even remember his father treating as his own son, but rather, the whole "Future of all Lionstones".

"... Coming from your silence, I take it that you're mulling it over?" Abel asked.

Jordan was still speechless.

"I'll let you sleep on it for a whole week, Mr. Lionstone." Abel stated. "Until then, rest up, for my outer self is being set upon by Wendigos and ghouls."

Jordan doesn't resist when the surrounding void devours him.

"Oh, but despair not so!" Abel cried out. "You've already found what you're looking for! You just need to accept it, along with your flaws, and move on-"

Abel's last words were drowned out by the void engulfing Jordan in his entirety, much to the former's disappointment.

"... Aw well." Abel shrugged. "He's kinda like Wukong on top of the Buddha's palm. He'll learn that he's more human than he thinks."

(Pierre's Portable Penthouse, Key with Portable Reality Marble, Freshwater Turtle's Shell, 10:44 AM)

"... Anyone here from an established magi family?" Jordan asked while cutting his eggs.

Everyone else looked at the leomane magi with confusion.

"... What brought that up?" Rin asked.

"Nothing... Just curious." Jordan trailed off as he dispassionately bit off a piece from his biscuit.

"... Seriously, Americans eat this kind of garbage?" Luvia spat out in disgust as she put down her partially-bitten biscuit. "Sand tastes better than this."

"For once, I agree with the bitch princess." Rin spoke out. "I'd kill for some actual bread."

To everyone's surprise, the two don't pounce on each other like rabid cats at the slight provocation.

"... I'll go feed senpai." Sakura spoke out as she left the table.

"Um, Sakura!" Taiga called out to the plum-haired girl. "... You barely touched your food."

True to the ex-teacher's words, the egg on her plate was as is was when it came off the frying pan.

"... Now that I think about it, I think the lass is starving herself." Jordan spoke out. "I mean, can anyone fill me in on what's with the girl? She's practically skin and bone at this point! Hell, even Bazett's eating! And she literally gave birth to that same psychopath that's holding us hostage!"

Everyone else in the spatial prison stop eating upon hearing that statement.

"... What." Rin flatly spoke out.

"Exactly what I said." Jordan stated. "The bloody lunatic birthed himself out of her at the wrecked freeway."

Luvia then rushes to the toilet and vomits out her breakfast, with Rin not too far behind her.

"... Oh my god." Taiga gasped out in horror. "... My condolences."

Illya then faints right on top her plate, spattering steaming egg yolk all over her face.

(Abel's Mindscape)

"... Huh, you're taking this rather well." Abel stated to Sakura.

"Not my first time in the darkness." Sakura stated. "Nor it seems to be the last."

She then sits down on the chaise lounge next to where Abel was sitting at.

"So, Sakura Matou, or should I say, Sakura Tohsaka?"

The plum-haired girl's eyes widen upon hearing those words.

"Oh don't act like you're surprised." Abel spoke out casually. "After all, birth certificates can only be faked so many times before the discrepancies become more blatant. That, and well, you know, connections, people under my payroll, or the mere possibility that your original daddy dearest unknowingly came to me to obfuscate your citizenship way before I caught onto the Association's asses."

"... You're unbelievable." Sakura sighed out in mild disgust.

"Silver lining, you so-called nee-sama is now my personal bitch." Abel pointed out. "That, and well, the Matou clan is now officially finished without my aid."

Abel's expression then becomes more downcast.

"... And speaking of which, I need to apologize for something." Abel stated solemnly.

"For what?" Sakura pointed out.

Abel lets out a deep sigh as he shook his head.

"... That old fart, Zouken Matou, I presume?" Abel asked.

Sakura nods.

"... Thought that name sounded familiar." Abel sighed out. "Still, guess that brat hasn't grown one bit even after five centuries worth of experience."

"Wait, you mean he's-"

"Over 500 years old because of me?" Abel asked. "And no, the dude's not even remotely Japanese. In fact, Zouken, or should I say, Makiri Zolgin, was just some Russian peasant brat that I saved from a blizzard by feeding him my liver, inadvertently giving him a miniature figment of my power, and after a week of recovery, he just flat-out disappeared for the next 300 years before I ran into him in Winchester, but by that point, he's legitimately gone mad with my power."

Sakura's eyes narrowed at Abel.

"And while the others were asleep, I took the liberties of personally experiencing your memories before asking for your take on it, and... oh Almighty, no one should even go thorough that to begin with." Abel gagged out. "Your nerves being flayed inside out every single day, the sheer bitter despair being inflicted upon you, innocence defiled beyond recognition and memory... your humanity being objectified to that of a mere fleshlight... *URP* oh god-"

Abel then vomits out blood and his internal organs before Sakura's feet.

"... Sorry." Abel apologized as the sounds of growth taking place inside of his body. "Even for me, that's too much."

"So what?" Sakura pointed out. "Birthing yourself out of another person's body is not too much for you?"

"At least I came out as an infant." Abel stated. "And even then, I had one of my guys send a child support bill to the lady's bank account."

"You're disgusting." Sakura spat out.

"And so is your infatuation for your comatose senpai."

Sakura looks at Abel in disbelief.

"Seriously, I get it, he was the only one who treated you remotely human and not just some sex doll, and I get that your sense of self-image was mutilated beyond repair, but still, there's a saying, that Freudian excuse is no excuse." Abel pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Sakura snarled out. "WHAT DO MEAN MY LOVE FOR SENPAI IS DISGUSTING!?"

"... Tell me, Miss Tohsaka, can you name people other than Shirou Emiya that you consider human?" Abel asked. "Or at least, people you would put in the same circle as your dear senpai?"

"Why would I?" Sakura plainly answered. "Why should I even bother when only senpai saved me?"

Abel lets out a frustrated sigh before continuing to speak.

"Look kiddo, I get it. Bluntly speaking, you've suffered. A fate worse than death, that's for certain. And for that, you have my utmost and sincerest sympathies." Abel pointed out. "What I don't like, is the fact that you've elected to go back to your miserable pity party after your dear senpai get's the Kano treatment at the freeway."

"What's your point?" Sakura asked.

"The point being, Miss Tohsaka?" Abel stated. "Do you think your little romantic fantasies will ever work out with either one of you, or god forbid, both of you croak? Life ain't like Romeo & Juliet, ya know. In fact, it's much worse, yet much easier to salvage your little dumpster fire of psychological issues, which, in the utmost of my powers, I vow to do so, but in order to do that, I need your cooperation."

Sakura narrows her eyes at Abel.

"Are insinuating that there's something wrong with me?" Sakura asked.

"I dunno, get raped by a 500-year old fart like Makiri ain't considered what you mage-types call 'normal', let alone, for the non-magical muggles like some of my yuppie guys back at New York." Abel pointed out. "Point is? All of you have a problem, so might as well nip em in the bud."

"Why are you doing this?" Sakura asked Abel. "For you, we're basically an entire library of open books, but for us, you're nothing more than a stranger."

Abel lets out a sigh.

"... Is it so bad for a complete utter stranger to care for people that need real help?" Abel retorted. "Contrary to appearances, I really do care. Hell, when Emiya reached out his hand for you, you were both complete strangers to each other, right?"

Sakura's eyes widen upon hearing that realization.

"Welp, better to start here than nowhere." Abel stated as he got up and lit a cigar. "One last thing, Miss Tohsaka?"

Abel huffs out a plume of smoke before he turned his head towards Sakura.

"Eat something, for fuck's sake." Abel bluntly stated. "Men like woman with some meat on their bones, you know. That, and well, your dearest senpai might loathe himself even more when he wakes up to find you 40 pounds lighter in the worst way possible. Take care of yourself as he would take care of you, for that's one way to show gratitude."

"... You have a point." Sakura begrudgingly admitted. "But you really didn't need to put it so vulgarly."

"Oh, and start neglecting yourself again, I'm permanently commandeering your senpai's comatose body as my own."

"Okay! Okay! I'll do it!" Sakura squaked out. "Anything but that!"

"Then we have an agreement." Abel smiled. "With that said..."

With the snap of his fingers, the tendrils of the pitch-black void drag her down.

"... I better see improvement by next week."

(In the middle of bum fuck nowhere, United States, 6:23 AM)

"So much for going off-road, mom." Monica snarked. "And not a single McDonalds in sight."

"I honestly wished that I put AT tires on my car if it came to this..." Abigail groaned out. "Well, at least it's morning, so the Wendigos should dissipate around... now."

Shinji's blank eyes regain their pupils, now visibly panicking at the prospect of having a metal softball inside of his mouth.

"Monica?"

"I'll got the acid." Monica replied as she took out a vial of clear liquid and began administering it into Shinji's gaping mouth.

Hissing sound emits behind the driver's seat as Abigail/Abel reaches towards the gloves compartment, retrieving the now-normal head of Kiritsugu.

"Mornin' Kiri-chan." Abigail greeted the scowling head. "How did a night with a Wendigo treat ya?"

"If I had any moisture left in my mouth, I would spit at you." Kiritsugu venomously spoke out.

"Honey, save that for your wife inside my turtle right now." Abigail dryly remarked. "So anyway, now that's morning, wanna cigar?"

Kiritsugu shoots her a glare.

"... Fine, you fucking asshole."

Muffled screaming and acidic hissing were heard behind the driver's seat as Abigail drove adjacent to the freeway before entering Route 44.

"... Hm, that's odd." Abigail remarked at the empty freeway as she rolled down the window, letting out the tobacco plume. "Normally, you would see at least one trailer truck driving by here."

"Yeah, now that think about it..." Monica added as she began extracting broken-down slag from Shinji's slightly-burnt mouth. "Aside from the Wendigos and the familiars I shot down last night?"

"There was not a single sign of life in sight." Abigail finished her daughter's sentence.

"Yeah... it almost feels like that scene from Cujo-"

Something lands right on top of their car's hood, crushing the car's generator, rendering the vehicle immobile.

Behind the fractured windshield, Abigail makes out a giant wolf monster with blazing ghostly-azure fur, a pair of topaz-colored eyes brimming with hate, and it's maw stained with the blood of its freshly-killed prey.

Upon closer inspection, the wolf looks bizarrely familiar to the exact same wolf monster back at Fuyuki, but with two noticeable differences.

There's was no headless man riding on top of its back, and its paws were lacking in any forms of clasped irons and chains.

"... So you were saying something about Cujo?"

Time Until [Kaleidoscope] is Destroyed: 4 days has passed

2 Months

28 Days

17 Hours

37 Minutes

16 Seconds


To Be Continued...


Authors Notes: An extra-long chapter before I put this fic on hold for a while.

So a little something about Abel.

While I was writing him out, a few questions floating around my head as I slowly fleshed him out:

1) Just what would a literal amalgamation of the human population of 7 billion act like?

2) If Alaya and Gaia represent Humanity and Earth at its macro, how Abel function as both Humanity and Earth in its micro?

3) Have I been watching too much American Gods lately? Is Abel too alike to Technical Boy and Mr. World in terms of overall mannerisms? Also, do the junkyard workers have faces or not?

4) And just how far is too far for Abel?

Also, regarding my views on Sakura (Heaven's Feel Part III, Spring's Song almost being a thing), personally, I find her in the middle in the whole Like-Hate ratio.

On one hand, I can vouch for the fact that her fate during Fate/Zero was too cruel, even for me. But on the other hand, I can begrudgingly agree that she's a bit one-note in terms of personality.

Also, the whole BDSM gear in the original Fate anime was very unnecessary.

Bottom line, this whole fanfic, all of its fuck ups and occasional nuggets of decent writing, it's my own personal passion project.

I liked the original Nerve Damage from CrossyCross's heyday, it's just that I took the plunge into uncharted waters.

Because is it bad to say that I was greatly dissatisfied with the abridged ending? I mean for fuck's sake, Cain got the Chuck Cunningham treatment, and him being shafted without as so much as a whimper seemed like a disservice.

So in place of that whimper, I thought: "Fuck it, let's fuck the entire Nasuverse until it turns circle before imploding into a collapsing möbius strip while Zelretch, Alaya, Gaia, and all of the Types from Angel Notes watch the whole damn thing like some sort of pay-per-view eroticon."

Might've thought of the following during a really period of my life, but hey, never said I was sane.

But regardless, here's my work, COVID-19 is now a HUGE thing, and frankly, I barricaded myself inside my house as of now.

Stay safe y'all. Thank you and good night.

Please leave a comment or a review, for I'd like to know what my audience are thinking!