"Author"'s Note: This was originally chapter 18, I deleted it because it was messy, characters were OOC and made me want to cringe my eyes out. I have rewritten it into something that I actually feels worthy of being posted.
Disclaimer's Note: It is highly advised that you watch all seasons of OVERLORD (the anime) before reading this chapter as it is riddled with spoilers.
Meanwhile, In Dimension-OlWo.
Are We Cool Yet?
Project Proposal 2126-015: "Live-Action Isekai Film"
Name: Amayuram Enaguk
Title: YGGDRASIL
Material Requirements:
Equipment and software necessary to create a massive virtual reality game (already in my possession, a full list is on the back of the page)
High budget game development team (already in my possession)
Substantial budget needed to fund the game (already in my possession, ██████████████████ yen)
Video Editing Software (already in my possession)
High budget video editing team (already in my possession, Spooky's a good friend)
One (1) high-powered Norcimo-Class Notnarcs Anomaly Anchor
One (1) Otherworlder-Class Isekai Reactor
One Hundred (100) Otherworlder-Class Observation Drones
Abstract: YGGDRASIL is what I like to call a DMMO-RPG where strength is not everything. Most of the game's mechanics are inspired by the laws of physics of Dimension-NeWo, you can let me and my team worry about the details. (The game itself is largely non-anomalous)
When the year turns 2138, the game will begin to shut down under the guise of budget cuts. There will be a countdown showing the remaining time until the game "shuts down", when it does however, any Players still in the game will have their consciousness transported into the game, specifically their characters. Obviously they're not allowed to have more than one character as there's a risk of them having a "literally split" personality disorder, (can tell you from experience that its not pleasant).
The Players, their guilds, and their other possession's code will become physical manifestations via the Notnarcs Anomaly Anchor, the location of their manifestation can be decided later (likely my garage, never did find a good use for that hunk of extra-dimensional space). Once that has been done, the Isekai Reactor will trigger and transport the physical manifestations to a random location on Dimension-NeWo's equivalent of earth (might have to get specific as there's a risk of them teleporting into the ground).
The Observation Drones will then be deployed to record all of Dimension-NeWo (yes, all of it, each and every single piece of it). Given the indestructibility and invisibility of the drones, the inhabitants of Dimension-NeWo are unlikely to notice them unless they have some absurdly powerful detection magic (they'd have to be on-par with those Zerg Overseers over at the Koprulu Sector so I doubt anyone will notice).
Video footage will largely focus on the Players, but also include other scenes that could be seen as relevant to the plot, overall the editing will be handled by my team. Once the footage has been cut down and edited, it will be turned into a single 'Season', each consisting of around thirteen 'Episodes'. These seasons will be broadcasted on television and shown around the entire world. Given the amount of effort it would take, as well as the diminishing returns from that effort, groups like the SCP Foundation and GOC are unlikely to try and shut it down.
Intent: Hey, its me, Amayuram. AWCY's local dimension hopping Otaku and eldritch horror. I know I haven't been active recently, and you can blame that on some new Anime I found that I thought was really Cool. Long story short, when I saw these Anime I immediately thought to myself: "Hey, what if this happened in real life? Would the protagonists actually act like this if they were real people and not blockheaded shotas that couldn't take a hint even if they were to be raped ten times straight?" and so that's how this project came to be.
Anyway, the selection process makes sure that only the most dedicated of Players actually get in, ensuring that they know every bit of the game and are seasoned enough to actually have some strategy. Not that it would really matter since the game itself is designed to be a lot more OP compared to the monsters in Dimension-NeWo. Besides, dedication would mean that they'd probably be other Otaku's that are okay with being in an alternate world, and wouldn't be mourning the loss of their original lives. (I'm an asshole, not a sadist okay?)
I know it's not very Artsy, but at the end of the day, AWCY's all about being Cool right?
Project Update 1
Year is 2138, and I suppose I should give a briefing of the events. First off, only one guy actually got in, not a good start. I saw the "Tomb of Nazarick" appear in my garage, and was kinda disappointed with how small it was. The Isekai Reactor was a bit slow and one of the inhabitants accidentally crawled out before it activated, I think her name was "Shalltear" or something? Anyway, I had to personally rectify the error by wiping her memories and tossing her back inside. Was kinda difficult with how hard she resisted, ended up scratching some of my tentacles, ouch.
Regardless, the rest of the process went well. They got transported to a grassy planes area, and quickly began doing their regular Isekai things, protagonist expressing surprise, protagonist coming to terms with their situation, accidentally groping their waifus, saving a village from some baddies, defeat a stereotypical villain via demonstration of their OP-ness, etc...
Protagonist never expressed any sexual interest to his waifus. At first I thought it was because he was dense, but scans from the Observation Drones showed that a meme installed inside of his brain had completely eradicated his libido, and it actively tries to suppress any emotions of excitement. Kind of a shame, I was hoping for a harem. Anyway, a gal named "Clementine" seems to be a good candidate for our primary antagonist. Don't like the way she licks her knives though, I'm worried she might cut her tongue.
Regardless of all these hardships we've encountered, I think season 1 is coming together pretty well.
- Amayuram Enaguk.
Project Update 2
Clementine's corpse has disappeared. Do you think we should include this as a plot point?
- Spooky.
Project Update 3
I looked further into the footage, she's been revived by the "Zurrernorn" group. Though it would have been neat if she ended up being a returning antagonist, it turns out she's been traumatized by the incident and now acts nothing like she did previously. Given that most of her activities are now dedicated to fleeing the country, I think we should have a separate series for her as a part of the "Ple Ple Pleiades" spinoffs, lets just call it "Clementine the Fugitive" or something.
- Amayuram Enaguk.
Project Update 4
Amay, Season 4 is looking pretty good so far, but we've encountered some issues regarding these strange holes.
When I say holes, I don't mean plot holes, I mean like, literal holes in the ground, with water in them. They're not a natural occurrence in Dimension-NeWo, and anyone who falls into them is getting transported to Dimension-PRIME. It might be a problem with the Isekai Reactor, can you get the technician to deal with it?
- Spooky.
Project Update 5
Thanks for letting me know Spooky, turns out these holes are spontaneously appearing and are leading to completely random spots within Dimension-PRIME, and some of the victims are asphyxiating in space. Shockingly enough, "Demiurge" fell in as well, and he got into a fight with one of Yaldabaoth's Archons due to the identity theft (Yaldabaoth, Jaldabaoth, you get the idea). Really hope none of the Sarkites (or are they called Nalkites? I can't remember very well) from our world get pissed off, that Nadox guy seemed really Cool when we hanged out.
Regardless, I'll have the technician look into the reactor tomorrow. Also, Spooky, I hope that mansion of yours is doing well, murder monsters are pretty hard to come across these days.
- Amayuram Enaguk.
Project Update 6
I have identified the error.
This "ee-seh-kai" reactor or however it is pronounced is supposed to be turned off once you teleport the target into the right destination. Unfortunately, you clods left the stupid thing running for the entire duration of your "film making", and now most of its circuits have overheated. Now the machine is malfunctioning and creating new portals even though it shouldn't. I managed to turn it off, this should prevent any more portals from forming, but the holes that are still there aren't gonna go away until a long time has passed. I am not going to deal with them, you're gonna have to find a way to plug them up yourselves.
I swear to stars, I don't know why I always get assigned to deal with these organics. Clods, every fucking one of them.
- Peridot Facet-1B5S Cut-7XG.
Project Update 7
Okay, shit. I just found out that Dimension-PRIME contains Foundation and Coalition forces, this is not good.
If any of their symbols get on camera, the ones from our universe are gonna have an actual reason to shut down the project, and there is no way Spooky's gonna be able to edit out every single symbol or terminology that appears. I'm gonna crawl down there later and see if I can fix the holes. If I cant, then we might have to cancel season 4.
First I've gotta meet up with my pal VIRM, apparently they're having trouble subjugating another universe due to some screaming dinosaurs that have klaxon alarms strapped on to them.
- Amayuram Enaguk.
Meanwhile, in Dimension-PRIME.
A few minutes ago, Entoma had woken up in a cold and unfamiliar place.
What she last remembered was falling into a hole, and blacking out after collision with an unknown object, all she knew was that it was metallic was flying at a fast speed. Currently, she was inside a dark industrial environment that was coated in rust and blood. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of machinery and screaming.
Seeing as she might as well put her accidental delegation of duty to use, Entoma began exploring. Not two steps did it take her however, until she came across a pair of humans. The state of the humans was sickly and underfed, it was a miracle that they were still standing with how much bone was showing in their legs, not to mention that their arms had been replaced with wooden stumps, except said wood was wet and decaying.
Though Entoma was mildly hungry, she felt disgusted by the state of these pair of worms and it was almost enough to make her lose her appetite...almost.
Cynthia Klein sat at her desk, like she had been doing for as long as she could remember.
Her once shiny brown hair had turned into a sickly puke-green, and the rest of her body wasn't faring much better either. Cuts were on her body and lips, and her eyes looked dry as if out of moisture. Her spine and shoulders had grown cramped due to how long she had been sitting on that chair, and there was not much she could do about it as her legs and feet had literally become part of the chair. This wasn't relevant as even if she did have legs, she still wouldn't try to run. Her current position was much better than most.
As the receptionist was busy idly rotting away at her desk, she suddenly felt a powerful presence of authority and JOY approaching her. Instinctively, she smiled. Smiling brightly had become a fear-triggered reflex over her time at the Factory, and she personally experienced what would happen if she didn't do her job. As the presence got closer and closer, she smiled harder and harder, too scared to even consider dropping it.
What arrived was a mass of rusted scrap metal, pumps, gears, pistons, hooks, and other forms of machinery that had been crudely strapped together and turned into a shambling mess of resurrected wreckage. Each lumbering step made the noise of shackling mechanisms and the hissing of steams as blood, oil, grease and grime desperately crawled out of the gaps in the entity's pipes. The creature of metal and greed finally took its stop in front of Cynthia, a massive hole that was torn out from inside acted as the being's face.
Now fearing for her potentially painless death, the receptionist greeted the Investor with the up most sincerity.
"Oh! Greetings Mister Anderson~ What important business do you need to attend regarding the South Indiana Distribution Center?" Her singsong voice betrayed her fear, but the cracks in it as well as the tears threatening to spill out her struggling eyes made it obvious to anyone.
The Investor ignored her fear and spoke in a language only the Factory understood. It consisted of a collection of metallic grinding, creaking, and squeaking that had somehow shifted enough in pitch to sound like the voice of an elderly male. Grease and brown blood squirted out of the Investor's pseudo face as if it was foaming in its speech.
Wiping off the fluids spilling onto her face, the receptionist gave her answer. "Yes, you are correct Mister Anderson. There has indeed been a commotion in one of the manufacturing lines regarding a saboteur from an unknown rival company." She desperately hoped that the entity would not take her cleaning as a sign of disrespect.
The mechanical mess made another noise, prompting her to give more details.
"An hour ago, the saboteur was reported falling out of the sky in a direct collision course with an airplane. During this time, we were unaware of the individual's status as a saboteur, and thus had made the grievous mistake of putting her in storage. You see, we were running low on employees due to-"
A gear popped out of the wreckage, falling onto the desk and rolling around until it toppled over.
"Yes, of course Mister Anderson. Currently, the saboteur is creating what the workers and security officers describe to be sort of an entomological hazard, she is obstructing the work-flow through use of previously unidentified insect species. She attempted to orally consume some of the workers, but fortunately stopped doing so for unknown reasons." After being absolutely sure that she wasn't forgetting anything, the receptionist looked up to the Investor with worry. "That is all I have to report regarding the sabotage. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, sir?"
The resurrected wreckage became frozen, as if pondering in thought. It finally came to a conclusion and made a remark.
Whatever that remark was, it made Cynthia blush. "O-Oh! D-Do you really think so, Mister Anderson?"
The machinery nodded, before lumbering into the deep vowels of the distribution center. The receptionist was still smiling, but her smile now seemed partially genuine. She giggled, still thinking about the Investor's remark on her melting legs which had fused with her chair.
FACTORY. (EST. 1835)
EVENT NAME: Entomological Sabotage.
EVENT ID: S-91941.
IMPORTANCE: Low.
LOCATION: Southeastern Indiana Distribution Center. [Location ID: DC-8276651-SEI]
DATE: May 28, 2020.
PRIMARY ACTOR(S):
Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta.
PRIMARY FACTORY ACTOR:
The Investor. [Foreman ID: INV00000001]
OTHER PARTICIPATING FACTORY ACTORS:
Workers in Production Zone ███.
Security Officers in ██████.
Receptionist Cynthia Klein. [Worker ID: RECP89182700]
OTHER AFFECTED STAKEHOLDERS:
N/A.
RELEVANT PRIOR INFORMATION:
During the last few hours, security officers reported that a large rift resembling an inverted pothole had opened up in the sky. As there was no observable effect on the production speeds of the workers, the rift was ignored. Two minutes after manifestation of the rift, Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta fell through and succumbed to a direct collision with a Type-██████ Cargo plane. During this time, employees were unaware of her status as a saboteur and thus escorted her into the Southeastern Indiana Distribution Center for an interview.
DESCRIPTION:
Unknown Organisation Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta attempted to sabotage the workers of Production Zone ███, resulting in productivity to drop from 100.0% to unacceptable levels of 98.7%. Though the Foremen of the Southeastern Indiana Distribution Center were available to combat her obstructions, the Investor was nearby at the time and decided to personally deal with the issue. The Investor proposed to Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta that it would be better suited for her become an employee of the Factory due to the benefits not seen in her original organization. Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta was hesitant at first, but after delicate communication between her and the Investor, she volunteered to work at the Factory, and issued a personal apology for the damages she inflicted in the sabotage.
TRIGGER:
Shortly after she was put in storage, Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta woke up and attempted to sabotage the production lines of the Southeastern Indiana Distribution Center.
ORDER OF EVENTS
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta spots two employees of Production Zone ███ and orally consumes them.
Factory Response: The Investor speaks with Receptionist Cynthia Klein regarding the commotion in Production Zone ███. The Investor then compliments Receptionist Cynthia Klein's legs.
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta appears nauseous, and regurgitates the remains of the workers of Production Zone ███. ["Disgusting! What are these filthy worms made of?" - Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta]
Factory Response: The Investor arrives at Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta's location and attempts to negotiate with her with the offer of better work benefits. [Reeling back of a fishing line. Springs locking into place. Five hundred clicks of the hook rotating towards a target.]
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta is initially hesitant of the offer but considers it.
Factory Response: The Investor eventually convinces Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta of the improved work benefits of the Factory and begins escorting her to the interview room. [Gleeful scraping of metal. Hooks connect and drag a struggling mouse, the mouse breaks it's feet in a desperate attempt to cling to the floor.]
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta enthusiastically follows The Investor to the interview room, though still expressing concern of the offer. ["UNHAND ME! UNHAND ME YOU VILE MOUND OF SCRAPS! WHY AREN'T MY INSECTS DOING ANYTHING!?" - Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta]
Factory Response: The Investor places Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta in the interview chair, and begins filing the paperwork necessary for the contract. [The itsy bitsy spider's legs are restrained by a foreign web. Pins and needles gently poke the shiny orbs.]
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta intently observes the contents of the contract, but expresses difficulty, citing a sudden impairment of her eyesight. ["Y-YOU THINK I-GAGHHH!. YOU THINK I'LL YIELD WITH ONLY THIS MUCH!?" - Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta]
Factory Response: The Investor explains the details of the contract to Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta. [Pistons extend. Joyful screeching at a discovery. Pistons retract. Shower.]
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta understands the terms and conditions of the contract and attempts to sign it, but is unable to due to an impairment of her primary limbs, and the restraints of her secondary limbs. ["HNNGGH!" *Rapid Heavy Breathing* "CURSE YOU..." *Crunching* "GAAHHH!" - Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta]
Factory Response: The Investor assists Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta in holding the pen, and extracts the necessary fluid from a recently opened orifice from her face. The Investor guides Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta's hand to sign the contract. [Resistance inevitably overpowered by rotating gears and machinery. Watery crunch...JOY.]
Actor Action: Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta completes the interview and eagerly awaits her assignment. ["Lord Ainz...please save me..." - Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta]
Factory Response: The Investor orders Unknown Organization Saboteur Entoma Vasilissa Zeta's entomological entities to dissect her into a more compact form for future use. [The itsy bitsy spider climbed, up the demon's spout~ Then came it's rage, which, lated the spider out~ Out came the webs, which, brought about the end~ Then the itsy bitsy spider got, eaten by her friends~]
RESULTS/FOLLOWUP
Entoma Vasilissa Zeta has completed the interview and orientation process. Lesser Foreman Entoma Vasilissa Zeta [Foreman ID: LSF01087172] has signed a 8545 year contract and will be working as an all-purpose labor enforcement specialist. She has also issued a personal apology for her attempted sabotage.
["Lord..." *whimpering* "...Ainz...forgive...me..." - Lesser Foreman Entoma Vasilissa Zeta]
Please forgive our new worker for her crimes, she was simply misguided until coming across us. We look forward to her future employment with us.
Meanwhile, in Dimension-NeWo.
The sorcerer king sat on his throne, appearing deep in thought.
Progress was questionable, to put it lightly. The main problem was the sudden occurrence of these strange...Potholes.
It was obvious these weren't normal potholes, the water in them seemed to have no reflection despite how clean it looked, and there was physically no way they could have formed in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. And the recent investigations he conducted by dropping an item into a hole made it clear that they were much deeper than they looked. The holes didn't even look like they were actually in the ground, they looked more like they were in the space that the holes were occupying, if that makes any sense.
These holes started out as mere curiosities. But then they got worse. Larger ones appeared, spontaneously. The things that went missing had gone from items, to residents, to floor guardians. Reports from some scouts showed they weren't just appearing in the Tomb either. These holes had apparently become a phenomenon appearing across the entire (new) world, and had even caused some warring nations to ceasefire due to the complications caused by them.
The manifestations of these holes had abruptly ceased however, allowing the sorcerer kingdom to calm down and study them. They had found out that the holes were naturally decaying, and would disappear after a while. The small ones persisted for a few days, larger ones, weeks. The largest ones, months. Though Ainz would have gladly let these things disappear, he would be more glad if he was able to retrieve his lost subordinates.
Studies made them realize that through application of magic, they could force the holes to keep persisting for practically forever. Further studies confirmed that the holes were leading into a parallel world, a New-er world if you will. Though this world was foreign and pathetic in the eyes of Nazarick's residents, it was an all too familiar sight to Ainz, and it caused a reaction that made him glad of the emotional suppression he had. He was worried that any lost residents may wreak havoc on this world if he didn't find them soon.
Fortunately, he wouldn't have to retrieve Demiurge as someone already brought him back. What was not so fortunate was who was bringing him back.
A vertical rift opened up in the throne room, not resembling any of the potholes. Out came from it was a massive brown egg-shaped creature that even towered over Cocytus. The creature in question had a (although sealed) vertical maw filled with sharp chunky teeth. It strode on six spiny legs that ended in pointy digits. It had a pair of feathery wings on each side that would have made it look angelic if it weren't for the fleshy texture that composed it.
What brought real alarm was the fact that one of the wings was wrapped around the unconscious smoking body of Demiurge. The guards of the tomb responded immediately and took up their fighting stances. Before anyone could make a move however, a deep voice radiated from the creature despite it's mouth not moving. The voice echoed within the minds of everyone in the room.
"Don't mind me, I'm just here to return a lost dog to its owner." The voice uttered before tossing Demiurge's body in front of the sorcerer king like an old banana peel. "It is yours right?" Ainz was too stunned to reply, his jaw hanged agape as his body flashed green a hundred times in the span of a second.
"Do you have any idea who you are speaking to!? Identify your self and your intentions or else your death will not be painless!" Albedo demanded, she had dropped her loving-housewife facade and looked more than ready to pull the egg's teeth out if it weren't for Ainz telling her to stand down.
Despite her tone, the egg-creature retained it's neutral voice. "Excuse me. My name is 'Hundun', second Archon of Yaldabaoth. That's Yaldabaoth with a Y, not a J." It pointed it's leg at Demiurge when clarifying the spelling. "I'm not here to cause trouble. All I ask is that your servant never tries to imitate my master ever again. My siblings were...less than thrilled about it's attempt at deception." It then began to walk backwards to the rift. "I know my presence is detested here, so I will leave immediatel-"
The Archon cut itself off when it stared at Ainz with what could be interpreted as an expression of shock. That shock soon turned into contempt, something that drastically contrasted the neutral tone that the creature was maintaining before.
"Weak..." It said as it scrutinized the sorcerer king. Vile disgust was evident in it's voice. "I am curious to see how long you can maintain your facade, Suzuki Satoru." Before anyone could comment, Hundun already left the premises, the rift folded in on itself and disappeared with a pop.
Chaos ensued, and Ainz was too much in shock to order his subordinates to calm down. While the floor guardians were raging at the disrespectful remarks of the 'Archon', the sorcerer king was busy thinking about the implications of the creature's words. He could already tell from it's aura that it was more powerful than him, but the way the creature phrased it's last statement seemed as if it wasn't referring to his physical strength. Deciding to think about Hundun's mind reading later, Ainz became more cautious of this 'Newer World' that the creature originated from.
The Archon mentioned it had siblings. If there were any other creatures as powerful that thing, then his lost floor guardians may be in serious trouble.
Meanwhile, in Dimension-PRIME.
"For the record, what was your name again?" The doctor asked to the woman with short blonde hair.
"Uh...Claire." The person lied.
The Foundation discovered her when she had literally fallen out of a photo-negative pothole in the sky. She was sitting on a rock, completely unresponsive other than the fact she kept muttering 'the flowers are pretty'. They finally got her to wake up after letting her sleep in the site's medical ward, after which she panicked and tried to kill everyone, something she was less than successful at due to the confiscations of her weapons, as well as the fact that the guards possessed handguns. (She still managed to strangle a few dozen guards)
Once they were able to calm her down (and treat her injuries), they explained her situation of being taken to a parallel world that was just like her own world except for the parts where it wasn't. Then they needed to explain the idea of 'anomalies' and how certain things were considered normal while others weren't. It was all very confusing for Clementine, but she pretended to get the gist of it. They asked her questions about what her own world was like, while they did manage to acquire knowledge regarding things such as 'Martial Arts', the blonde never divulged anything regarding her past as a sadistic murderer or the fact that she was a fugitive that was trying to flee the country.
They allowed her a break and gave her some time alone, during which she thought about her circumstances. Though her personality was still distorted, much of her sadism was greatly diminished ever since her 'crushing' defeat at the hands of a certain magic caster. Now, whenever the blonde thought about the idea of squeezing, unpleasant memories would rise up within her mind as she would find herself desperately trying to escape from the arms that weren't there.
"Do you remember anything that could have caused your unresponsive behavior when we found you?" The doctor said, reading off of a clipboard as he didn't even try to sound curious.
The fugitive awkwardly slumped her head down. "How...How do you say that your confidence in yourself has evaporated in a flash?"
It wasn't just her sadism that disintegrated after the incident, her ego did as well. Quite frankly, she used to think she was fairly strong. People couldn't match her unless they were at least on the level of Gazef Stronoff or Brain Unglaus. Of course, after her resurrection, she learned about how wide the world was, and how many monsters were disguised as people.
The things she gained from the incident weren't very pleasant either. PTSD, Paranoia, an Inferiority Complex, and a Fear of Hugs. These new conditions caused her to become a troubled and unstable individual, starkly contrasting the terrifying person she used to be. One could say now that her smiles actually looked cute.
"Oh, You don't want to go back? That's certainly a surprise." The doctor said. "Well, if you maintain your cooperative behavior then I'm sure you'll get a nice and cushy environment. Who knows, you might get released into normal society once we educate you on the cultural differences."
Clementine honestly did not care about where she was going. As long as it was away from that thing, she would be content with any of these technologically advanced places. That being said however, the fugitive still wanted to know more about this group she was under the care of, and currently as a refugee, she was only getting the bare minimum in terms of knowledge.
"Applying for the Foundation? Well that's not impossible, I've heard we're desperate enough to recruit birds these days." The interviewer pulled out a mountain of paper so heavy it might as well have been a bag of bricks. "Given your circumstances, you'll be the most useful in terms of acquiring more knowledge about your original world, as well as the nature of these so-called 'Martial Arts'. We've had other individuals that have fallen here like you, but they have been less than cooperative."
And so she did. Many surprises came, such as the fact that even though both worlds spoke the same language, they didn't write in the same language, Clementine (and a few others) were key components into deciphering the strange scribbles. Of course there were times where things didn't go so well, such as the 'Martial Arts'. It seemed that these abilities were exclusive to the inhabitants of her old world. Regardless, Clementine was actually seeming to enjoy her now relatively peaceful life.
Before she knew it, the blonde found herself wearing a white lab coat.
"Author"'s Note: To be continued...?
Not gonna lie, I actually don't have much confidence with what I can write with OVERLORD due to the overwhelming number of overpowered characters (Combined with the ones that only appear in the light novel, as well as their own set of diverse personalities). Still, I'll do my best, it can't be anywhere near as bad as Fate, right?
The "Hiring Birds" thing was not a joke, the Foundation actually employs birds. (look up SCP 3095)
Reviews.
Guest: So who is nobody
Nobody is a character from SCP Foundation. His nature is supposed be vague so it's kinda hard to explain what he is, but basically. He possesses properties that make him sort of irrelevant to any narrative, and make him unable to influence the world, or at least be the direct cause of influence. Every time he performs an action that influences the world, the world's history changes so that he was never directly involved (Example: Nobody short circuits Angela, history says it was a virus or something unrelated). His other properties are that he's forgettable, and easily blends in with crowds. It is especially difficult for machines to consistently detect him (as we saw with Angela in the previous chapters), he's essentially a background character, a nobody. If you want to know more, I suggest visiting the "Nobody" HUB over at the SCP wiki.
Lineup List.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica.
Imscared.
Lobotomy Corporation.
Undertale.
Kantai Collection.
Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion.
RWBY. (All volumes complete)
Minecraft. (Modded)
Shinryaku Ikamusume.
Steven Universe.
Starcraft Series.
We Need To Go Deeper.
Wander Over Yonder
Elfen Lied.
Portal 1 & 2.
Metroid Series. (Zero Mission, Return of Samus, Super Metroid, and Fusion)
Hollow Knight. (Silksong Pending)
Darling in the FranXX.
How not to summon a demon lord.
OVERLORD. (Anime)
Youjo Senki.
The Witch's House. (A Classic RPG maker horror game)
The Witch's House: The Diary of Ellen. (Novel. A prequel to Witch's house)
Up Next: More Crosstesting (make your suggestions!)
This chapter was a pain to make, and I was always afraid I might write characters OOC. I hope my readers can help me out with how to write OVERLORD characters. As always, thanks for reading.
Sincerely, The "Author".