Started 1-26-2020 10:20 am
I threw away a ton of words to write this chapter, as in the whole flashback ark, I'm going to leave a bit though to give an idea. I just finished skimming through ch.1 to refresh my memory and- the underlined, italics, whatever for 1,3 whoever person. That was for that chapter only for that chapter alright?
So, you see this idea for this fic has actually been in my head for quite a while longer than I previously stated, I'm not sure what I was talking about then? When I 1st got this in my mind, I had 0 ideas for a semblance, till I read an RWBY/Pokémon fic where the mc could materialize Pokémon, I didn't like how he could get a final evolution so quickly and thought he should have had a basic one for the start. "I could do that better!" enter Pokémon sword/shield… and the numbers! Well nope. Thankfully I have 2 new semblance ides, I forgot one but hay I wrote the other down!
Chapter 2. let's get down to business!
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…. … … I open my eyes and see darkness… what is this? Where am I? I don't get it… I… I can't move. I can't breathe. Now that I think of it, I probably can't see. although I can still feel, at least I have that. vu, this is complete bs. Language. But, come on! How did this happen? Why? When? Guh!... I feel weak, weak...? where-where is-?
The ground?
Now that I pay attention to something other than the dark, there isn't a ground. Actually I- I'm strung up?! I jerk back but am gifted with a feeling of paralysis, forced to stop by a rope extending to my stomach. I immediately move to untie it but find no knot, going to rip it off and notice how slow my arms move. I'm weak but not weak enough to have such unresponsive movement, it's a liquid that's holding me down making all movement seem useless. I'm… ReBorn.
Or more accurately I will be. Well, I am in a womb again so-that… doesn't matter at the moment. My body is weak, my head is bigger than my arms, so I've had some development. che- I'm in deep trouble, . Humans are, what's it called? Something like "pack animals" as in they go insane when not around humans for an amount of time. I remember the stories of what happens to inmates in solitary confinement.
I'm pretty sure a week in a white room messes people up. And that's them able to move around. I feel goosebumps go up my slowly developing spine. And I, in the absolute worst-case scenario, I'll be in a dark confined space for the better part of a year.
I'm in the womb
I'm in the early stages
This is bs
don't punk out
Alright, don't fall into despair again. This is a new life (Unless I die in here), a new chance! (unless I die outside) God, dang it! If only I could shake my head, foul thoughts are invading my head, dirty thoughts! I'll start life now, yea, I can live, ill start this new life strong!
Flex. Flex. Flex…flexflexflexflex'
I have to constantly think, I can't have my mind dull, make it sharp.
Wait that's probably unrealistic, ill work on keeping my mind sharp. Calm down… I'm getting to scattered in the brain, slow down… I remember this new life will be especially hard on me. I'm not sure what I'm preparing for, all I know it's something I can get myself to live through with proper power behind me.
I remember thinking while playing with my 'it sucks being a baby, I could just pick you up and you wouldn't be able to stop me. The only thing you can do is cry. I would hate being this defenseless.' If I could see my face I'd be scowling. Now I need to put my fate in others to protect my baby self. Baby form! Yeaaaa` like I'm going to let that happen, I intend to get as strong as I can in here to survive out there. And keep sane.
Bumping that constantly surrounds me, 70 every minute, the slight movement of breathing, my stomach that's been permanently starved since I came back to life is an old friend by now. I'm not afraid of the dark anymore. Its embraced me this whole time, how could I fear my own world? I started to wish I could sleep, but it's better this way yes? All I do is train. All I do is survive.
I have taken to clicking. It isn't much of a click, I can't really get my mouth to do it well.
Bumping that constantly surrounds me, 70 every minute, the slight movement of breathing, my stomach that's been permanently starved since I came back to life is an old friend by now. I started to wish I could sleep, but it's better this way yes? All I do is train. All I do is survive.
Survive.
… …..
"..." patty cake, patty cake, let me out. How many kicks will get me out?
Turns out 9 months isn't that long! I think. but it's not so bad here, I don't have to get up to see, spend my energy points to move, or keep my eyes open. *kick*
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ Patty cake, patty cake, let me out. How many kicks will get me out?
"..."
Yes if I sleep the whole time it can pass amazingly
"...!" Patty Cake! *kick* Patty! *kick* Cake! *kick* Let! me! Leave! *kick* How. * Many. * Kicks. * will. * Burst! Me... Out~!? *Kick*
"Argh!"
(゚⊿゚) ...*kicks* "Owch! Why gods why!?" ...*kick? *
"Fuck!" ...Well, violence worked. ( ᐛ )و just a few more and all be out~
"It's been 3 months with this shit!"
...I'm going to expire.
Is it possible for a person to feel their sanity leave them I wonder?
-...!
Ehhhhhh? Eeeehhhhhh? Did I hear something? Wait is THAt?! FRRREEEDDOOMM!
Ah~ sweet air! Seems I was in a belly. I was eaten! "Give him here." ahhh. no. sorry mam, despite how I currently look, I* am not into vore. Um, sir? "hear you go mam." ... ahh, No?! Yor not actually giving me to this psychopath, are yo-she ate me?!
"..." "aw thank you, doctor."
What in the bloody merry is this shi-
"...he's quite um, active, isn't he?" my new momma says. what? why am I so calm after my meltdown a few seconds ago? That wasn't a few seconds ago. A proper timeline is unneeded! "I, never saw a newborn seem so adamant to run around. especially for 15 min straight." Dumb head doctor!
-Who's dressed like a homeless person?
I can see strangely well for a baby maybe dr. said something that would explain that. While I had my breakdown from 1. finally, being free, 2. remembering the thought that my home was a womb, not a stomach and 3. properly thinking how the women in front of me could fit me (pause) as food, I was able to think rationally. "Awww. that little proud smirk." hurmp. Yes, heap praise on me, new mom. "My little smart boy!" Yes, yes wait they saw my ween. "Imma eat you up!"
Me-"..." ...REal Shit!?
Right Out the tummmmyyyyy!? whats GoodNow! "He's got a knife!"
It's eat Or BE Eaten! "why is he bitinh, Me!?"
*distressed yelling*
I am sorry. I did what I had to... My new mum carries me out of the hosPitaL!? We Just Walked Out of a hole in the wall.
I look around to see a large, huge, massive cavern fitting an entirely too large city, I may not be able to see the full scale of the city from this low of a perspective, but I doubt there was a city this size in the world when I was alive.
I'm, er, we, are at the wall of the cavern. We are at the wall, my mom walking out of said wall and as previously stated a large hole. In the cave are several people, war vets they look like. Beaten, broken, sick, I feel like I see an individual cloud looming over them, missing limbs the foul stink, bandages sickness spread on the floor as they sit in it, uncaring of the filth. This place is filled with filth. Defeated is the word I would apply to them.
Outside the cave is worse. bodies,bodies,bodies.
-filthy
A war crime has been committed. The town looks like it was an abandoned movie set for a western on the outskirts of the city, buildings rotten, falling apart, no roofs, -not one roof in this town. The people here, I ignore. Too sick to look at. A shiver goes down my spine, the longer I stay, the more danger I'm in, luckily my mum can has no interest in staying here either. Her head is bowed, and a frown is aimed at the ground behind me. It's worse where were going. The me from before was stupid, star-struck by the impressive city above when I should have looked down at the world in front of me.
A dry, foul, aboveground sewer that I can clearly see people living in. overpopulated and under spaced enclosed between the ground rising as if to further highlight the difference between the city… and this graveyard. She walks above them. she ascends the hill, with curves that can't properly function as stairs, I look down at the people, zombies, hopeless creatures in the pit. I turn away, uncaring. Even as we go higher above them, I feel like my mom is still held in a vice grip, even though we walk above them, I can't help but think. For what reason was I born here?
We don't enter the city. As a matter of fact, we haven't entered the city limits yet just a lower version of the city. This place is disgusting, but still leagues above the pit I tried to avoid describing. The people too, while I could spend all day talking about the pit people with every insult in the most recent oxford, I can only say the people here have the same cleanliness as plebeians in the dark ages.
My mom looks up to that city, still out of reach, she has a strange look on her face. She turns her head and walks away. My mum walks with the people of the filth. Head down.
It has been long, but I notice my mum's mood make an improvement, the aura around her seems brighter, her steps now have a slightly noticeable bounce, her mouth is turned in a slight smirk, her mood paints her in a completely different light than the drab, depressing aura of the rim town.
fu. I see the people all have their heads down. Scared of my mum? Or scared in general?
Mum's head swings to me. I flinch. New mum stops looking around before turning her head to me "...the hell? babies make noise? you freak." I give her a deadpan stare.
I'm going to die, aren't I?
before I can further entertain the idea if I should, end my own life, maybe painfully but quickly or let this woman kill me slowly and painfully by raising me. "...we're here..." I look around when it dawns on me. I'm going to be slumming it out here as well, Aren't I?
I thought the bar was dirty because it looked straight out of a fever dream (tattoos, drinks, golf, est), but it's the same here. Standing hunched over is a 3 story, um apartment? it looks like a series of trailer homes stacked like a game of Jenga on easy mode. Even though the place is glued together I don't trust going in there. oh, and it seems my 'caretaker' thinks using logic (surprisingly) and moves behind the building... Sitting under an overhanging Trailer!? she lifts me up like the like proud child presenting their dog for show n' tell.
I Don't Want this!
"Welcome home!" she cheers. love, I need a CPS Right. Now. behind the Jenga, Trailer park is a sad, lonely park, about half the size as a 3-room apartment. cheap but not overly so. there is a long grey bar of sharp meta about 2 feet long, a rusted slide is at the end farthest from me, a fire, lumps on the ground, and a mysterious animal.
Fire? "oh no!" the future child killer, tosses me to the side running to the fire. " ∑(;°Д°) Chip!"...I later find out that 'Chip' is a snowman made of rocks. ah, the slide fell apart. I see.
I'm going to die before I turn 4.
I survived for 1 year! Yeaaaa. Meaning I lost my bet with Chip who my mom was oddly insistent on me being friends with…
"oh shit." my mum, Fanaile, turns her head to me slowly, eyes wide with Crack cocaine. (joke) "...I haven't named you..." ...never mind, surviving this long Is an achievement, and it seems my mom has been on a year-long (probably more) crake high she's just now coming out of. "um. ok. "your name is Jagiphloubifghtsiph4deca eight." she sits straight, arms crossed beaming at the ceiling of the big cave she dug into the ground. (definitely more...)...
"eh! wh- what you don't like it?!"
Fanaile has the nerve to act surprised, How am I supposed to pronounce that? Bitch how Did You?! With a name like that even a freak would think I'm a freak, I think I'm a freak just for the possibility of having that name, joked about. and I know you weren't joking.
"j-jeez tough crowd."
Don't even pretend to be joking if you can't hide the disappointment from your voice... Fanaile looks at me with a rare serious look. "Now that I think about if the kids have nicknames, right?" she says quietly giving me an inquisitive look.
"vanilla." She eyes me up and down before smiling and saying it again "vanilllllla." She rolls the name on her tongue like she can taste it with her eyes closed and a big, dumb smile "Va-nil-LA!"
Finally slamming her fist into her palm she rocks at me energetically with a yell of "That's it!"
"ill name you chocolate, a tasty treat us lower lives cannot taste, a symbol of your importance. your name will be, Chocolate!"
um, ok, I like chocolate and mom made it out to be important so I'll take wait what about vanilla?!
"and taste good..." she looks at me, face in her hands as if expecting me to do something. jokes on you, if I bite my tongue, I can stop myself from freaking out.
She does a slight turn capping her hands." that is your last name" she tells me shaking her head. What do you mean the last name, are you saying I didn't even have that? that must be what she meant by a nickname, probably couldn't think of the word.
And Is that abomination still my actual name?
My look must throw her off, cause she quickly shakes off the introspective look "your father will give you your nickname."
It is…
Dad? I... never thought about my dad in this life. "come on" she picks me up, carrying me away from the trailer park. mom makes it a point to walk as far as the fence allows us to move from the hotel. why are we allowed to live in the back anyway? No one comes out here but... Does mom work here, is that why we live so close? there is somewhat of a roof and she does leave occasionally. It's weird looking at this place now. I would never think that,
I wasn't going to see that place for a long time.
It took us 6 hours to get to this place and I'm pissed.
The alleyways were twistier than a twisty object after all, after hour 1 my mother and I start walking. For a child who miraculously survived their first year in life and is already done with it, I'm surprised to see these depressed sods are able to be a downer.
we have been standing out here for a while... Menacingly. "Hunny! stop glaring at the house. babies don't glare do they?"
So, this is where the deadbeat lives? Don't you know you left a woman to raise your child alone? Not even bothering to check in once? Don't we matter to you? Jerk! My whole life I've been doing everything I can to just keep myself alive, couldn't you have made sure Fanaile was fit to care for a child? The 1 responsible adult in my life. I'll be meeting him today.
My papa.
Fanaile stares up at the building with a hopeful look. she looks so sincere, resolute, if this was my first time seeing her, I'd think she was a functioning adult. Strange usually people of "our stature" don't live in buildings, if we're lucky we can step foot inside. Who is Papa? "...come on...I just hope this works..." she pools me along into the building, wait, what are you doing? Stop it! I've made the mistake of walking near a building once,
Ah. It's home. The home my mom brought me to meet my dad, where I got a taste of power, the place where I meet green… my mum and pa died here. Or my mum did, I'm sure my pa's death was faked.
I smile. I might see him again. Unless I'm wrong. I frown.
I sit silently with green absent-mindedly running fingers through my hair. A warm feeling fills me, while I plan and brood, green will stand by me supportive. But what would I expect, she was the first that I trusted, my first member.
"…let's go, green." She pauses, I stand and walk. She follows behind me obediently.
Its been an hour since my escape, usually I would be caught within a minute, but the consistent poisoning and the dead bodies of guards I ran past tell me otherwise. We have 2 weeks at most, my rival kings have gotten the same message, so I know that time will not be reached, should I make the escape as soon as possible making the first move (or I could get us a chance to escape doing the others brawl) or make a whole new plane?!
"boss-er, supreme commander? You're in your own little world, aren't you? Hua! We're here." I look up to see a completely irrelevant house. I would have gotten a warehouse if that wasn't obvious that along with space and defense, but! This place has done My Parliament good as a meeting base.
And now it will be a meeting for war preparation.
FINISHED AT 6-24-2020 5:54 pm
"You were you thinking I died? Bitch surprise"
You may notice a large gap from start to finish and you may think I wasn't writing.
You would be right I started writing on this again yesterday.
I made an account on webnovel recently and I already have more than 1 chapter on there… 16 that is…
Coming back to this was something straight out of a movie I was on my whatever and saw the ones who followed and favorited and thought I cannot leave anyone reading this hanging!
This is now the 4th version of this chapter; this was version 3 till I did some editing on it like changing mom's name and adding a thousand-odd words.
You may notice a paragraph kind of repeats, but the words aren't exactly alike, I found that and thought this would be a good way to show Jagiphloubifghtsiph4deca eight's deteriorating sanity.
What's been going on with me nothing really.
Deaths- one of my aunts died of the fake virus (can you tell what country I'm from?)
Below is stuff from before I stopped writing not my now thoughts.
Sato cave… I forgot I named that cavern. I just looked at my previous chapter to see if I already described the city hierarchy.
The city's main center is in the middle of the cavern, above every other thing in the cavern. My prison is here. the city is divided by the center-where the top is for gov/high important people. The middle-masks and jackets should be here making Magenta, M's, appearance stranger. The rim town- about 3 houses thick and rounds around the city, dirty filthy, and that's where I lived. Me and green. The pit- can't even be counted as a section, taking less than 1% of the city and stands connected to the rim town, it's the lowest part of the city and is right in front of the cave I was born in. the pit is a living graveyard, its worse than Europe during the black plague. All in all, my home city is about as big as the state of New York.
(6-24-2020) from what I can see I was trying to say the city is in rings. I hope that got to people.
6:15 pm
Nice had to come back cause half of this is on center and half starts on the left side. Its not even top bottom the beginning is left SOME of the flashbacks is center and the end is left.
