Damn guys,4 rewiews. Now it may sounds like jackshit,but trust me when I say: Ive only been supported by my dad or my mother,so getting a support from random dude on Iowa sounds pretty good to me. I will keep on making more chapters,and improve other ones. Enjoy. I will make some chapters fucktons more universal for the sake of everyone. But dont you worry. After reading of Layers of Hell,I will make sure this crossover will be good. Should I merge chapters or this is okay ?
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Mars,2 Hours After Hayden's Betrayal
Hayden kept walking towards and backwards on his personal quarters,questioning. Its only been 2 hours and already several portals started to open again,without even a candidate or a ritual..Thats impossible. Something is wrong and Hayden couldnt figure it out.
''For a portal you need a candidate first,and then a proper ritual to re-open or create a portal first..THEN HOW THE FUCK THESE CUNTS ARE ABLE TO CAME FROM THIN AIR !?'' Hayden,too,shouted to thin air. Its supposed to IMPOSSIBLE. THERE IS NO LOGIC OR EVEN A PROPER HYPOTHESIS FOR THIS SH-
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''What if...?'' Hayden mumbled to himself. What if everything happened in recent 2 hours..Was a predetermined event in natural flow of time...Could that be possible ? Maybe. Hayden just needed something to make sure thıs ıs real and he ısnt going madder then 'Sir Kills-A-Lot'. Before he even transferred his brain into this bionic body,he gone quite..'radical'. Out of despair,He researched some really weird-shit forums and other ways to 'contain' his consiousness. And he decided to use one of them. A trick called 'HYCTM (Hang Your Consiousness to Your Memories)'. It was simple; remember something so hard it wont go away,technically you will hang on it. Right now it sounded impossible,since when you die your brain obviously wont have anything to feed on and with chemical reactions any memory would be wiped out,but also it sounded so fucked up and weird that for once Hayden 'cringed' upon himself. But now he could use it to determine whether or not..Everything ever happened was on coincide or,already planned by something,someone. The thing he supoosed to remeber so hard was a password,obviously quite easy for someone who invented first quantum mechanics advanced simulation that was able to contine for 4871 years until his self evolving computer (he invented that one too) exploded out of overwhelming strain of having to process thousand upon thousand of calculations at once. He tried to remember that password. And tried again. And again,and again,and again. But nothing happened. Maybe this was his casual overthinking,but it made sense in a way; if every event thats ever occured was a coincidence,this planned universe would need a scientist and leadar so bright looking to the future he would transfer his own consiousness to a fucking robot,not some paranoid nerd thats so desperate he tried to remember some 7-digit-easy-as-fuck-to-remember-password for living longer. But also that means this universe would no longer need him,for a while. No maddened demigod to betray,no robo-scientist to live.. He decided to test it by catching a bullet,'technically'. He walked towards his non-needed decoration bed,clicked a button on its bottom and activated a chompartmant thats contained Earth's first prototype of 20 milimeter pistol,and he called it 'BFP'. It sounded familiar,Hayden just couldnt put his finger on it. He took the BFP on his right hand and pointed it towards his head. A normal pistol wouldnt have enough piercing capacity to damage his heavily armored part where his brain containing. Hayden wondered what the fuck he is doing,trying to shoot himself a 20 milimeter cannon for very likely nothing. But that didnt matter,he has to find out if all of this was even real.
'Heh,looks like Slayer wont have the satisfaction at least.' Hayden thought. He counted to 3..2...1...
BANG!
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Hayden woke up in...nothingness. He just floated there. Non-Menacingly.
''What the fuck..?'' Hayden expected something unordinary,but this death was stupidly make sense..Then he heard a voice.
''I wondered when someone is gonna figure it out.'' a male voice spoke.
''Figuring out wha-..Oh.'' Hayden realized what was voice talking about.
''So...everything thats ever happened was some sick fucks imagination?'' Hayden rhetorically asked.
''Well,yes,but actually no.'' Voice spoke again. ''To be more precise you were right about the person who created this universe is a sick fuck. But thats all I can say,Hayden. If you promise me that you wont tell anyone,except him,I will explain the rest.'' A hand with blue flames on it came out of void,requesting a hand shake.
Hayden accepted both handshake and deal.
''Deal,but one question. Why everyone except Slayer ? Isnt this would mean the worst case scenario ?'' Hayden asked.
''He is the Only and ONLY person thats not binded to script of this universe. Even I cannot explain it but somehow,he done the thing he wanted,not the script. He could have suicided on his first crusade on Hell,he could have join the Hell and give up,He could have just leave everything away and gave up his rage and will on demons. He didnt,he could've done any of it,but he didnt. So for fucking once be grateful.''
''What was that outburst of yours?''
''Dont think about it.'' Voice deadpanned. ''Anyways,let me elabrote the rest,if you could.''
''Go on.''
''This universe is controlled by only one thing,'The Script'. Everyone has to follow the Script,but the either is impossible beacuse any person thats obeying the script has been created by the person who created Script. You know about Multiverse,right ? Its UTTER BULLSHIT.'' Voice sounded echoed and distorted at last part.
''There is no Multiverse,there is multiple Author's creating Scripts and universes.''
''Pardon me ''Distorted Voice'',do you have any idea what the fuck are talking about.'' Hayden asked with confusion.
''I do,keep listening to me and you will understand.'' Voice spoke again with some comfortment on it.
''...Fine.''
''Thanks. Now back to what Ive been saying. Author is a creature thats randomly creates universes out of its imagination. The universe that has been created can either be a single universe,or can be merged with another universe,which if happens that universe will be named 'Crossover'. But the trick is only some powerful Authors can create such complex universes. But do you know whats the most interesting part ? Authors can merge existing universes.''
''...But...H-How..?'' Hayden asked with hesitation. He was intelligent and rational enough to both believe this and question if that last 20 seconds of consiousness was longer.
''I understand that you are in doubt. Doesnt matter,I know how much of a big shitfuckery this sounds like. But you need to understand one more thing:
Right now there is a chance Slayer could be in a completely different universe.''
''...'' Hayden was at a loss of words. A completely different universe apart from their universe ? It sounded like impossible.w But if he wasnt dead and this wasnt his imaginaton,that means it worked. He was right about eveything thats happened was predetermined. But one small issue..What was the point of keep going if everything was already supposed to happen ?
''I can read your mind,by the way.'' Voice spoke.
''..Who are you ?''
''My name is Curator.''
''...Who TRULY are you ?''
''That doesnt ma-''
''It is ! HOW YOU ARE KNOWING THIS MUCH !?'' Hayden finally losing his shit upon weight of the truth.
''Looks like its time for your return. But dont forget one thing.'' Curator spoke before speaking again,this time in a fit of demand and certainity.
''DO. NOT. FOLLOW THE SCRIPT. STOP INTERFERING WITH SLAYER,SINCE HE IS THE TRUE ONE WHO HAS FREEDOM. WE WILL MEET AGAIN.''
''BUT-'' In a sudden flash,Hayden bolted out of ground,instantly balancing himself,eyes gawking upon returning to reality.
''...'Do not interfere with Slayer.'...'We shall meet again.' Hayden was..lost at its best. Any person would act just like Hayden upon realising they were nothing more than pure imagination.
Hayden had two options; either doing what Curator said or just being himself and doing the opposite. But being himself means doing what he wants..Doing what 'The Script' wants.
For once Hayden trusted in heart to Curator and sprinted towards control room,and activated self-destruct. Every single alarm in station roared.
''WARNING! WARNING! SELF DESTRUCT ACTIVATED. PLEASE EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. LEFT 9 MINUTES AND 57 SECONDS UNTIL CORE-MELTING,CONTINUING WITH IMMADIATE ERASE OF FACILITY.'' Warnings would burst same way until 9 minute and 48-47-46-45-44... seconds later.
Hayden sighed mentally before starting to sprinting towards one of the ships thats have enough fuel and speed to carry him towards Earth. He reached to the mentioned ship after 14 seconds. For a literally unkown reason,Hayden wanted to say one sentence that he is never gonna be able to explain.
''Looks like Slayer wont able to shoot a hole into the surface of Mars.'' Hayden said suddenly,and jumped to control room where he activated engines of the ship to get the fuck outta here.
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9 minutes a 22-23-24-25 seconds later...
''COUNTDOWN OF SELF-DESTRUCT: 5,4,3,2,1..'' Suddenly,a sound effect started playing on the background.
''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-''
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Whole station exploded in force of a hydrogen bomb,rendering every single demon in Mars into thin air. But unfortunately for Hayden,even if it wasnt that big,there was a hole on the surface of Mars.