Thoughts bubbled into it's... his?... mind.
Did a ENDBRINGER possess a mind?
Its DIRECTIVES... Processing
Directives:
- Protect my daughter
- Establish and retain order in Brockton Ba
- Protect the Dockworker's Union and help it grow
- Lower crime rates
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Processing...
Processing...
Forming body...
Forming outer shell...
To achieve DIRECTIVE, DATA will be SHARED from HOST
Processing...
Modifying body to blend in...
Processing...
Processing...
Complete. Endbringer Classification: Azathos, activated.
Establishing Endbringer 1.2 Network...
Processing...
Processing...
Processing complete.
Determining location to spawn in to incite minimal loss of order...
Gary and his men walked around the bay, guns at the ready. As gangmembers, they were looking for people to recruit into their cause, but were having trouble what with the amount of homeless people running around.
Still, it wasn't like the Union could do anything about it. They didn't even have any Capes! They could run around as much as they want here in the Boat Graveyard! And nothing could possibly go wrong!
Gary saw one of his men ready his gun, and being the calm leader he is, asks him what the hell the moron was doing.
"Thought I saw a cape," he explained. "Fuck, my nerves are fried..."
"Look, if you want, we can give a quick perimeter search and then leave, alright?" Gary said to Mark. "It's just that right here, we have an opportunity! To recruit more people! And most importantly, the money! We make some quick bucks, hightail out of here and we're all set, baby!"
Suddenly, someone screamed from the east. Gesturing towards the others, they all quickly followed the source of the sound. They entered the area filled with empty shipping containers, mice and rats festering in them like parasites.
Gary's eyes wandered around before finally landing on the body of Louis. It wasn't pretty. Bruises upon bruises covered his body, his legs were cracked in so many ways it wasn't even funny, and his left arm was bent in this squeamishly freaky Y shape. The fuck...
G E T. O U T
Gary turned around, gun ready, but found nothing behind him. The men looked around in confusion, having heard nothing, before turning towards Gary. He gestures at them to be on guard, and the slowly form a circle, intent on gunning down the fool who dared attack them.
The lights flickered, and Gary cocked his pistol. He turned to his right to ask for some extra ammo, only to find no one there. His teeth stutters as he gets ready to fire, because they weren't that unlucky enough to be attacked by a Cape, right?
Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap.
He turned and fired, his bullet hitting one of the shipping canisters. He has to breathe when he sees only rats scurrying about. He looks around, and seeing no one here, decides to book it.
Out alone, you had to look out for only yourself.
So he ran, his feet tapping the puddles as the rain danced across the streets. The wind whispered throughout the nights, the lights buzzing as he ran pass each and every one. Nervousness fills him as he begins seeing bodies hanging from buildings, why are bodies hanging from buildings WHY ARE THERE BODIES HANGING FROM BUILDINGS!?
He hears something crash, and on reaction, he fires, hitting the tire of a red sedan. He tries to gasp for breath looking around, searching, for something, anything! He didn't want to be alone.
There! In the distance! In the dark, there stood an imposing man, 8 ft tall and wearing a long black trenchcoat with a black fedora that covered his face. He moved in a strange away, slow and steady, yet with this foreboding sense.
For some reason, he knows that its a monster.
"STAY BACK!" Gary screams and fires at the monster, the bullets bouncing harmlessly of the thing.
He continues firing until he runs out of bullets, and then throws the gun at it in one last attempt before attempting to run. However, as he turned around, the thing suddenly lunges at him. He feels his large hand grasp over his head, and in the next moment, his head is approaching the ground and-
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"T A S K. E" the newly created Endbringer spoke.
It carried the bodies of the criminals over to the 'Boat Graveyard' as its Host had called it, dumping them into a small pile. There, it had ensured order was resolved.
However, it soon ran into an issue. As part of keeping the order, he must report the criminals to the police. However, he must also tell the truth. And based on his Host's information, they would not be pleased to learn that an Endbringer existed in the city.
But did it matter that much? It did.
So he walked over to a nearby payphone, placed a quarter he took from one of the criminals, and called the police.
And then he waited...
And waited...
And waited some more...
And then he coughed, "Pzzzzzzzhh," just as the phone picked up.
"Hello," Azathoth speaks, modulating his voice to appear like that of one of the criminals, except more standardized. "I have come across a pile of unconcious but stable criminals at Sector E-192032 at the Boat Graveyard of Northeast Brockton Bay."
He promptly shuts the phone.
He looks over his directives, and decides that if he wishes to accomplish these goals, he needs to first understand them.
Making him invisible to all, he walks over to his Host's house, intent on learning more of this 'Taylor Hebert'.
Author's Note
Azathoth is the ultimate Stranger. Not only can he make it seem as if he was never there, but he can make it so that you think you're married with him, you're rivals with him, and that you've known him 5000 years ago simultaneously, without you even realizing the contradictions. He can alter his body to fit these perceptions, though he prefers a simple noir look.
Only the most powerful of Thinkers would be able to recognize the flaws, though even then the memories feel so real that they find themselves not acting anyway.
He can effectively make himself invisible to all forms of detection, including the Parahuman kind.
While he is strong and durable as the other Endbringers, he is definitely on the weaker spectrum (But still powerful).
Expect a dramedy to occur in this story.
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