A Gamer's rise in Marvel
Disclaimer: I don't own marvel or any other work of fiction.
Chapter 23 : Hail to the King
I knew what to expect...I knew it was coming as soon as the Memory began...But feeling it? Living through that ordeal...
I'm sorry you had to go through that Jeanne...
I just...
'It's ok SYSTEM...I'm just glad that I'm not alone in this.' I answer her in my mind. I woke up a few minutes ago, but remained in bed for most of it...I slowly sit up and observe my situation. It's early Morning it would seem. I eventually lift my blanket and look what was underneath. Blood and Semen coating my legs...
Its was...Fucking terrible. I couldn't control my body, but I could feel everything, My Emotions and my senses... This is what it means to be trapped in a memory then.
SYSTEM appeared early on to tell me that Gamer's mind is still somehow functioning to a degree. It ensured that Pennywise couldn't manipulate the Memory any further...For now at least.
Besides, the Memory is bad enough on its own to be honest.
I had been living with Wescott for two weeks and I couldn't be happier at first. Sure I missed all my brothers and sisters at the orphanage, but the fact that I was adopted brought Joy to my Heart. I had always tried to be the kind older sister type to the other children and I generally worked to help out where I could.(I guess that was the Saint shining through). I never expected that an adult would be interested in me and it honestly shocked me when I was introduced to Wescott.
The Adoption Process didn't take too long, but my Heartfelt and tear-filled goodbye was...To think that I thought I was hated in that Orphanage. I was eventually ushered into my new Home and given my own room. While simply decorated, I should have realized that the sturdy lock on the door which was locked from the outside only spelled trouble. My new "Father" was incredibly kind at first. Making great Breakfast, playing games with me and going shopping for whatever I wanted...Him always accompanying me in the changing rooms was also another big red flag...To bad that 9-year old me didn't know better.
It's funny feeling two sets of thoughts go through my head. The mind of my own 9 year old self as well as my current ones constantly overlapped...It basically boiled down to younger me thinking how kind "Father" is and older me screaming how wrong I am...It's disorienting to say the least.
But as it is known, all things must come to an end and my two weeks of happiness were about to disappear.
It started simple enough. Steven made us dinner, I helped him clean it all up and then we would watch a movie before going to bed. While it was all nice at first, when we went to the living room to watch the "Movie" it soon went to hell. The movie in Questions was softcore Porn which he later exchanged for more hardcore stuff. During the viewing, he had been pulling me closer to his body and soon began molesting my undeveloped assets...
Even as a child that knew nothing, I still had an instinctive feeling that this was wrong. But I couldn't really do anything. I tried to move away, and he would grab hold of me. I didn't want to anger him so I let him do as he pleased.
But after that. When he said "Time for bed" and was pulling me to his own room instead, I truly knew something was wrong. So I resisted, tried to excuse myself at first and then tried to pull away as we entered his bedroom. He didn't like that...He didn't like that at all.
He backhanded me in response and threw me onto the bed. As he crawled on top of me and began pulling my clothes away, I began giving all I could. I kicked, I screamed, I tried to scratch his face...It only ended up with me being punched in the head, dazing me in the process. I wasn't sure exactly what happened after that, but I eventually realised that my hands were handcuffed and a gag had been put in my mouth.
I was forced onto my stomach, powerless to defend myself as my skirt and underwear were ripped away. It didn't take long after that for him to enter me...It hurt like hell of course. The constant rough handling did nothing to alleviate the pain. I was nine and my body was considerably smaller than his. So even if his dick was of below average size(Even in my predicament, I found that amusing), it still tore into me while causing a good amount of Pain...Hell I wish Hentai logic would have applied to real world scenarios. Where being raped or having your virginity taken becomes the most pleasurable thing ever just after a few seconds.
But I was still living among normal humans and was therefore subject to the rules we mortals follow. After he filled me up with his vile seed, he pulled me free from his bed and dragged me to my room. After removing my handcuffs, he quickly closed the door and locked me in.
I didn't know what to think. As an adult I could have handled it better, but as a child? My mind was a mess. I didn't know why he did what he did. If I angered him somehow and that was punishment for it. Or if I was wrong for feeling pain and trying to defend myself from his advances.
This was the thought process I had to justify a supposedly kind parent suddenly baring his fangs towards me...But something unique happened.
Just as I was contemplating to knock on the door and apologise to Wescott for my Behaviour, a guttural voice was heard
"Dont"
I quickly ripped around the room to find the mysterious speaker, only to see nothing within the room. As I continued looking through the room and began inspecting the closet and Door once more, I heard a strange scratching sound. It came from under my bed.
A region filled with shadows. As I slowly walked over to see what the noise was, two yellow circles of light suddenly lit up within that darkness.
I quickly recoiled in Fear and stumbled backwards. I dared not scream as I was certain Wescott was still angry with me. The dark circles which I deduced to be eyes quickly neared the edge of the bed before quickly stopping. It made a slight hissing sound before eventually whispering:"Thaat Man...was an Animal..."
I slowly reacted at its words before asking:" But he was kind to me, i'm sure that I ange-"
"NO!" the being screeches out as a pitch-black claw emerges from beneath the bed and pierces the wood in front of it. I once again recoiled in fear at the being's actions. But instead of continuing forward, the creature retracted its arm as if it had noticed my fear.
I wasn't able to deduce this as a child, but I did realise it now. It eventually began whispering back to me:"That man is not kind...He will continue to violate you..."
the light scratching eventually dwindled, leaving the room once again silent. I eventually worked up my courage and looked under the now slightly brighter bed. I quickly find the shadow to be empty and without anything lurking within.
Still shocked and traumatised by my earlier endeavour, I eventually climbed into bed and promptly let the tears flow. I wasn't overly loud, but I'm sure once could have heard my sobbing if someone had listened by the door. It didn't take long after that for sleep to eventually take me.
And that's how I ended up here. Waking up in my bed, dried tears on my eyes and semen mixed with blood caking my legs. I eventually get up from the bed and see the wooden floor just in front of me. To my surprise, it was lacking the marks, the creature had left yesterday...'This thing...It was the being in my head...But just what actually was it?' My adult self wondered.
As I pondered that Question, my body continued moving on its own and walked away from the bed. I eventually made my way towards the door and found it to be open. I slowly made my way out of the room and made my best attempt at being stealthy.
It didn't last long as when I entered the living room, Steven was already there to greet me. He quickly folds up the newspaper he had been reading and looks at me with a smile:"Good morning Jeanne. I hope you slept well."
I eventually stutter out:" I...Y-Y-Yes...How was your night...D-Dad?"
His smile slightly falters as he approaches me:" Quite fine actually. Though i didn't like the scratch marks I had to patch up to tell the truth." His smile dwindled even more:" I'm not angry with you Jeanne, but you can't do that again ok? You have to respect your elders and can't go hitting them for no good reason."
'NO GOOD REASON MY ASS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!' I yell out within my mind. To bad that the thought wasn't mirrored in my younger one
my body moved closer to him after that:" Yes...I'm sorry for hurting you dad...I promise not to do it again." But there was something lingering in my younger mind there. I think..She lied to some degree as the words of the strange shadow being still lingered in her mind.
At my reply , he adopted a beaming smile:" What a good girl you are. And don't you worry. When we play again tonight, I promise it won't hurt so much any more."
At that my younger mind freezes as her fears are confirmed. My hell won't stop, it just begun.
Before my body moves once more, my eyes reach Wescott's face and realise he had been staring at my still exposed nether regions. My young self quickly reacts:"Ah...Can I take a shower perhaps?"
He simply grins:"Why of course Jeanne, you don't have to ask that."
With that I slowly begin to walk forward so I can head towards the bathroom. Just as I finally pass him, his arm suddenly snatches out and grabs hold of my shoulder:" On second thought, why don't I join you. I wouldn't want you to slip and hurt yourself after all."
I freeze at the request and slowly turn towards him:" I...I can do it on my own Father. You don't have to concern yourself with helping me."
The grip on my shoulder tightens:"Now now Jeanne. What did I say about respecting your elders? Now don't worry we'll have you all cleaned up in a moment."
With that I begin struggling even harder, but it doesn't do any good. I eventually begin screaming at the top of my Lungs:" Let go of ME! Let me GO! I-" My outcry is interrupted by another backhand to the face. I slowly tumble backwards and fall onto my but as he slowly approaches.
"Now Jeanne, I was going to let yesterday slide, but now I have to discipline you don't I!" He growls out as his hands move to his pants. To my shock and terror, He begins undoing his belt.
"I told you...He will never stop" I once again whip around to find the source of the voice, only to seize up as I fell clawed fingers on my left shoulder. I dare not look around as I suddenly feel a breath just next to my ear:" Even if you scream...even if someone helps, it won't end. You'll go back to the orphanage until another takes his place...But if you ask me for help then I WILL deliverrr" the cracking voice whispers into my ear.
On the one hand, my younger self is terrified of the Beating I'm about to receive by Wescott, on the other hand I'm not sure of this being resting behind my Shoulder. My younger mind is rather naïve in her thought process, but I do commend her a bit 'But so far it's been only talking and helping. Besides, the others at the orphanage taught me not to judge someone by their appearance alone. Perhaps it's a nice bedmonster.' the thoughts go.
I don't think it is necessarily wrong, but in this world? If it looks and dresses like a supervillain, it probably is one. the thought is shoved back for now, considering my younger self's actions.
"Please...help me" I whisper out to the creature.
"Goood...Approach him. Pretend you're apologizing for your actions...Make sure you get close and touch his head...I'll handle the rest." The creature breathes out in a dark tone
My younger self slowly nods at his request before slowly walking forward to the man who had just finished removing his Belt.
"Daddy...I'm so sorry.." I begin to say as I begin sobbing. I slowly begin to approach him:" I was just a bit scared...But you're kind and I don't want you to be angry..."
Wescott slowly lowers the belt as he stares at me with a growing grin:" Ahh. You are a smart one aren't you Jeanne. What a good girl you are." He notices me holding my reddening check, the one he had struck a few seconds ago.
"Ah I'm sorry Jeanne. That's why you shouldn't make me angry you see...Does it still hurt?"
I slowly nod to him as I grab the hem of his shirt:" Could...Could you kiss it better Daddy?" My younger self asks with tearful eyes.
I on the other hand am laughing like crazy at the plan. A few minutes in and the brat is already good at manipulation.
Wescott quickly smiles at me:" Of course Jeanne. The pain is gonna go away. Ok?" He says as he crouches down to my height and grabs hold of my shoulders. As he reaches for my face, I touch his own with my right hand.
I merely nod at his earlier statement:" Yup...No more pain, because the Monster will get rid of you!"
Before he can react, a strange shock is sent out of my body and races into his mind. I'm startled at the sensation and rush backwards. To my surprise, Wescott is still in his position and nearly frozen in his movements. The Visible veins and moving eyes being the only sense of him not being completely still.
The shadow once again whispers to me:" He'll be like this for at least a minute...any more would kill you...Run... and get a weapon!" It screeches into my ears.
I quickly stumble around and run towards the kitchen. I quickly open a few drawers and use them as makeshift steps to climb up the counter. Now on top, I crawl to the side and grab one of the many Kitchen knives. I jump down from the Counter and whisper out in an unsteady tone:"N...N...N...Now what"
Once again, the creature materialises behind my shoulder, with me once again incapable of seeing it:"Go back to him..."
I slowly begin walking back to Wescott, who is now shivering in resistance to the strange force binding him.
"Kill HIM!" The being screeches out behind me. My younger self is mortified by the order, but is quickly interrupted by the creature before she can protest.
"It's do or die Jeanne! You can't run from thiisss. Kill him and you will be freeee. You will be safe!"
I let out a loud gulp before making my way forward to the struggling man who was supposed to be my father. The blade shaking within my hands I now stand infront of him. I stare at his face once more to see it distorted in rage:" Y..YOU BITCH..Argh! Im CUTTING OF YOUR LEGS FOR THIS! WHEN IM DONE WITH YOU, YOU WILL BE BEG-"
His speech is interrupted by the sharp blade piercing through his throat. Blood soon floods his airways as his Possession by the creature ends. He quickly falls to the floor and tries to hold his neck to prevent further Bleeding.
"It is done. RUN away now! You have no other choice!"
But my younger body doesn't react. I simply sit there, frozen in shock as I realise what I had just done. I slowly begin crying and sobbing at my actions. As I continue there while Wescott claws away to safety, the shadow detaches from my shoulder.
The creature merely grunts out:" Urgh...It seems I was too hasty .This was meant to make you strong Jeanne...Perhaps I should do something different then."
And all of a sudden, my younger body suddenly freezes up, no longer crying and sobbing, but simply breathing.
I get up and make my way to my room in a robotic fashion. As my body begins changing into warmer and better clothes, I realise that my younger self's thoughts were completely vacant as well.
The creature took over it would seem.
My body slowly heads to Wescotts room and grabs both the money and keys I had seen him put there earlier. Now my Body once again heads into the living room and glances over to Wescott who had dragged himself over to the couch while still trying to stop the bleeding. At least he was smart enough to realise that he shouldn't pull the knife out entirely.
My body gives him a small smirk before opening the door to the apartment. As we pass the threshold, I'm disoriented as I'm somehow thrown out of my own body.
Error! Gamer's Mind has been counteracted
I land back in the apartment and quickly look forward only to see my own younger body run out of the apartment and towards wherever it ended up when I met the Dahlias.
With the earlier message in mind, I quickly realise that Pennywise broke through and will now begin messing with my memory.
I quickly get up and realise that I'm once again in my actual body which I had when the clown got me. As I can already guess what would happen, I look over to Wescott and see his blood blacken as his face begins to contort into an inhuman smile.
I would be frightened if it wasn't completely predictable in nature. He'll try to make up for the fact that i'm not really frightened by this memory. Well most memories he works with become worse with some of his work. The funny thing is, this memory should have been cut up and edited if you wanted me to fear it. Such as repeating the rape or having Wescott beat me, but that didn't happen. Instead I killed him and ran away.(Even if I didn't technically have full control)
I really do appreciate Gamer's Mind. Even if subverted, it still somehow tries to do its job and allowed me to see the memory without change or manipulation. I guess I really need some defence against spiritual attacks then. Both the servant stuff and now this was able to bypass my defences and I don't want that to happen again.
Kamar-Taj probably has something
Besides, you also need some actual defences against magical attacks.
Your little enchantments against projectiles might work but you can't be too certain.
Once again SYSTEM, you have a point. But I guess we should handle this later when we actually don't have to fight some Stupid clown.
Speaking of which, he's currently manifesting himself in Wescotts body and is already shambling towards me"Hello again Jeanne! Did you think you could lock me out forever!"
I simply smirk at the demon:" Not really, but I did think you'd be taller. Considering we are in my mind after all!"
He grimaces as his body tries to stretch out even more but it's to no avail. "What!" He desperately tries to grow and increase his power in this mindscape but quickly fails to do so
Chuckling I explain what is happening to him."What? Don't you get it Pennywise, you botched it! This memory was your golden goose and you fucked it up! Yes I had fear, but not of Wescott! No no no, It was fear of the unknown, fear of not knowing what truly happened this day. Fear of the being living in my mind. If anything I should thank you for showing it to me! I know more than ever and the source of my fear is gone!"
Pennywise recoils at my statement and finds it to be true. Already can I see cracks in his form which slowly grow along his body.
"Your fear is gone, you say? Now why would you say that ma petite fille?"
Both Pennywise and myself now look over to the kitchen and see the one who ushered those words. To be seen is a humanoid figure, its proportions constantly changing as it consists of black smoke. The only thing one can truly make out are its yellow eyes shining from within its head.
The demon beside me seems to somewhat panic at the beings presence but I only smirk:" So...We finally meet. I take it you're the tenant who has made your home in my head?"
The eyes flicker before I hear a small chuckle: "Hoh? Not only do you know of me, but you don't refer to me as a parasite. Now why is that?"
As I go to answer, the clown next to me screeches out:" WHOOO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! THIS GIRL IS MINE! I HAD HER FIRST! YOU WO-" Before Pennywise can finish his rant, he is suddenly blasted by black smoke coming from the shadow. Without a grunt or scream, Pennywise simply implodes on himself.
I stare in astonishment at the spot the clown stood him:"Did you kill him?" I turn to the creature once more only to see it no longer there. I once again feel a clawed hand on my shoulder. It's bigger this time..as if stronger or more..detailed. Once again, I feel its cool breath just above my neck as it whispers into my ear
"So many questions, but you answer none of mine... But no, I did not kill that THING. I Merely threw him out of your mind, Do not worry, Time flows differently outside. We have more than enough time to chat...NOW TELL ME, Why don't you fear me Jeanne? Why am I not a parasite in your mind?"
I slowly gulp down my nervousness as I turn around to face the creature. I slowly begin staring into its yellow eyes and eventually give it a smile:" Because you're a good bedmonster of course!"
We both stare at each other at that. A few seconds pass before the yellow eyes begin blinking and the creature stands upright once more. It eventually begins making a scratchy wheezing sound before erupting into full-blown laughter.
I unknowingly let out a breath I had been holding. I simply observe the shadow as he continues to cackle. He's far larger than before and far more...corporeal. As if he had grown himself. His words are also coherent and no longer filled with pauses and mispronunciations.
I'm interrupted from my thoughts as the large humanoid shadow beckons for me to follow it. It walks over to my bedroom and disappears behind the door. I quickly rush to follow it and immediately notice that the room has changed.
Before I can react, the door behind me slams shut as the room continues to warp. It eventually stops and my eyes gaze over to the first window to be seen. I move over to the window and am capable of seeing the Eiffel Tower in the distance...Meaning this is Paris. A place i've never been to. Sure I was here during the hundred year war, but this place doesn't match up with the time after all. So that would mean that The creature was here once.
"Enjoying the View?" The being says once more.
I turn and nod at the strange creature. It has seated itself at a coffee-table and is once again beckoning me over. I take the seat laid out before me and promptly sit done.
Two cups suddenly materialise in which the begin begins pouring coffee into. As it does this, I decide to answer his questions:" Jokes aside, I do truly think I have no reason to fear you. A Parasite would only harm and take from me. Yet you decided to help me as well. Even if unconventional, I thank you for what you did for me back then."
The being finishes pouring the drinks and hands me one of the cups while taking the other into its own hands:" Very true. Hurting my Host holds no benefit for myself after all. And I didn't want you to be harmed like that again. It's the reason I helped you. Though my plan may have backfired somewhat.``
I quickly followed its meaning:" Right, I assume you wanted to teach me a lesson of sorts. Judging by what you did to the clown earlier, you clearly have great Mental or Psionic Power. You could've easily killed Wescott on your own yet you had me do it instead. It was to learn how to kill or at least gain a new mindset, yes?"
The being lifts a cup to its dark visage and takes a sip of the drink:" Something of the sorts yes. I wanted you to learn of the cruelty of this world and give you the means to survive in it. My plan obviously failed, but I did quickly come up with an alternative for it."
"Remaking my memories to harden my personality" I answer as the being nods. I ask after that:" The obvious question would be why? I could have realistically gone back to the orphanage and be adopted by a kinder family. The police could have handled Wescott instead…...Look I'm not unhappy with what happened. The bastard deserved it. But living on the streets after that wasn't really the nicest."
"Ah yes...you do deserve that at least. Like I said,I needed you capable of making hard choices, mainly because even at that age, people were after you. It's also the reason I didn't want you back in the orphanage as it was under surveillance." He briefly glances at my widened eyes" Aha. It would seem that you know of whom I speak of?"
I slowly nod:" I had to forge some documents for myself some time ago and I found out about it. Its also where I found out about Wescott...But about the ones who were spying on me...What do you know of them?"
The Shadow grumbles as it puts the cup back on the coffee-table:" Not as much as I would like. I only know that they left you to die and then started spying on you a few years later."
I'm initially stumped at that. Why would I have ever met Shield in a life or death Situation. I was just a child and an Orphan at that. Why wo-...
I quickly sat upright and faced the shadow:" When I was brought to the orphanage...I was found in a dumpster by the police back then. Are you saying that-"
"That they were the ones to put you there?"I nod in response. " Indeed. It was hard to figure out that it was the same organisation at first, but when the man with the silver arm appeared again, I knew it was them"
My eyes widen once more at that:" Wait a second. A silver arm? Did it have a red star on it?! Was the man wearing an odd gasmask?!"
the yellow eyes flicker in interest:" The same yes. You know of them then?"
I simply nod and lean back into the comfy chair:"HYDRA, they've been living as sleeper agents within SHIELD and other agencies around the globe...But something else is bothering me now. This happened when I was a freshly born infant. I wasn't a week old and you were already with me...I have to ask, but are you-"
"I'm not your father Jeanne" The shadow quickly answers:" unlike my current appearance, I was a being of flesh and bone once. During an...irritating encounter, I lost my body and have been moving through the world ever since. With time I lost most of my powers and was on my last legs when I arrived in New York. I was almost resigned to my fate but was distracted by your crying coming form a dark alleyway. You see, most humans would die if I tried to possess them as their minds simply cannot take the strain. It also wouldn't benefit me that much as most couldn't sustain me...But you, just a few days old and more than strong enough for it. I had just arrived to see you being discarded by the man with the silver arm...,It was rather strange but I wasn't too bothered by it, or rather I couldn't do anything about it. So I entered your mind and made myself at home."
He pauses as he regards me once more:" You are truly fascinating. I had merely thought you a vessel until I grew strong enough to revive my own body, but you intrigued me. Your very soul was fractured from birth, as if you were missing something from the very beginning... Something you've regained. I can tell, your soul is whole again."
I pause a bit before answering:"Indeed... I'm actually a reincarnation if you'd believe it. The day you got kicked into the back of my mind was when the return of my Memories began."
"Ahhh. That explains it. I was rather confused when I was thrown into this mind-scape. That mental Wall of yours is quite impenetrable...Except for that Demon from earlier...Do I even want to know why a demon was trying to turn you into a battery?" The shadow asks once more.
"No you do not...I am curious about something else though. For your goals, I only had to be alive. Even if I stayed with Wescott, that could've easily been achieved. And yet you went out of your way to teach me...to help me...Why?" I ask him.
The shadow's eyes flicker once more. It takes another sip from the drink before answering:" Why indeed...If I had to guess... it would be that i've grown to care for you Jeanne"
My eyes widen at that. I certainly didn't expect that from this thing...
Before I can ask, shadow gives off a loud chuckle:'' You know it's rather funny when I realised it myself. You see, I was boiling with anger after that animal violated you...And it made me realise just how much I actually cared for you...After that moment I began influencing you more, making sure you were...safe and...Strong.``
The shadow pauses once more to look at me. If it had any facial features, I'm certain it would be smiling right now.
"But that doesn't explain why I care, does it...I guess it was only natural if anything. I was with you from the beginning. I witnessed the first time you laughed, the first time you cried,the first time you walked. Your first words, your first meals...I was there for all of it...Witnessing your...Growth...Your childhood. I am in no way or form cold enough of a being to simply be unaffected by that. And I also noticed that I tried to help you over the years...Especially when you ended up on the street..."
I honestly just stare in amazement at the being in front of me...To do something this kind...and to feel something like this for me...It honestly brings a warm feeling to my heart.
"You know I thought I was an unloved orphan...But I guess I had a caring parent locked in my brain all this time didn't I? I say with an honest smile on my face.
He stares at me in in shock before eventually bursting into laughter:" Hahhahahah...Haahaha...Ha...I guess I am...You seem to be taking this far better than I expected"
Now it's my turn to chuckle:" Considering the strange things i've been up to these last few months, you really aren't that weird...I'm still drawing a blank on who or what you are...I'm fairly certain you're human, or at least capable of empathy"
"Now now Jeanne, my identity is the only thing I have to hide my dear. Where would be the fun in simply...telling you. Besides, I doubt you'd still trust me should you know it."
I smirk at that:" I honestly doubt it. It doesn't change what you did for me after all. Not to mention that i'm not that innocent either" I pause for a bit as I collect my thoughts:" But I have some ideas as to who you are so far. I already think you are a human or at least were one. Probably gained your Powers via Magic or Mutation. You stated earlier, that you weren't my father...Which does however indicate that you are male. You also referred to me as "My little girl" In French and have a view of modern Paris in this mind-scape. It's not much, but i'm certain I can work with tha-"
I'm stopped by his light chuckles...They weren't too loud, but they along with the way he holds his body reminds me...It reminds me of the way I usually acted when Coulson explained one of his mostly wrong theories...Which means that I'm wrong in some manner...
"Soooooo... You aren't French?"
"Now why would I tell you?"
I simply sigh:" Guess not...So what now?"
he chuckles"Now you return to the outside world and kill that creature that dared invade your mind. It will probably mean that we won't be seeing each other again. I'm not sure if you can remove those defences of yours and I honestly wouldn't recommend it. Besides, this was an unexpected gift. Being able to speak with you like this..."
I smile back at him as I finally get up from my seat:" It was...And I'm sure I can figure something out. I've noticed that my mental defences are vulnerable to attacks of the Soul. I need to build up defence for that anyway, perhaps I'll find a way to get you out as well."
The shadow stands up as well and approaches me with his towering form:" Well, I won't keep you from trying that. It's been awfully boring here all on my own. Perhaps we'll see each other again. And perhaps it will be sooner rather than later...Goodbye Jeanne.``
Before I can react, he holds his palm towards my forehead. With a sudden Jolt, my vision blurs into white.
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"WHYYYYY!"
I wake up with the back of my head submerged in Water. Dirty drain water at that. God my clothes are ruined now. I quickly sit myself up and turn to the side to grab my sword which had conveniently landed next to me.
"HOW! YOU WERE AFRAID!"
I use the sword to prop myself up and shake my body to somewhat get rid of the dirt and trash that was on top of it. With that done I finally take a look at the ever shrinking Demon screaming before me.
"WHO WAS THAT! THAT THING IN YOUR MIND!
I merely scoff while seeing the shrinking demon. Before answering, I once again check my stats.
Jeanne Dark Lv 137
Hp= 4,630,600 HP
Mp= 180.002 / 4,342,900 MP
Hpr= 463,060 HP/m
Mpr= 872,142 MP/m
I grin at the fact that the siphon is now completely gone.
"TELL ME!"
With me once again battle ready, I summon my two weapons at me before igniting them with Hellfire. Can't use servant mode as it's limited to once a day after all.
I swing the two weapons I wide arcs and spew flames all over his shrinking body. As I do this, I quickly notice the fact that it's still barely having an effect. Is he still somehow sipho-
No You dumbass!
He's a demon. From HELL!
Hellfire is probably a lawn decoration or something down there.
Ok I admit that makes sense...Well what else do I have then...
I quickly think over my stats and come up with a new plan. After taking a few seconds, I establish a tactic of using Earth magic to create spears and skewer him as well as pin him in place to go for an attack with my holy sword.
"ARGHHHH I HATE YOU!"
I'm actually surprised that I wasn't attacked by Pennywise during the time I was ignoring him, but judging by his current state, i'm not too bewildered by that.
Using my Mystic eyes, I quickly determine that once my mana was cut off from him, his body quickly began using his own mana storage to compensate for his gigantic form. As expected, that quickly backfired and sucked him dry. Now he's barely slithering around, screaming as his body shrinks and cracks'.
The only thing I pity right now are my eardrums, so I quickly decide to silence him.
I conjure a wall of Floating rock-spikes and launch them at Pennywise. I'm still only at Level 28 with Earth Magic, so I'm only capable of making about 30 spikes that launch towards the clown.
They quickly blitz through the air and pierce the carapace armour of his lower body. A vile yellow liquid bursts from the wounds and is sprayed into the drain water. I'm quickly disgusted by the sight but quickly think that the water couldn't possibly get worse.
I pump my legs full of reinforcement magic and rush forward at breakneck speed. With a quick motion I slice at the connection of one of the lower spider bodies and carve it in half. The blade, even if cursed with my hatred, still carves through the demonic flesh as if it was paper. With that, the main part of the centipede body is now removed.
But I'm quickly interrupted by my short term victory by various lags closing in to pierce my body. I hold up my sword and quickly bisect the first to legs while once again reinforcing my legs. I jumped backwards to avoid the other legs, but was too preoccupied to notice the magic circuits in my legs light up in a red hue.
As I land upon the ground several meters behind me, I can't help but scream in pain as the muscles in my legs are torn apart.
-200,000 HP
I tumble backwards and quickly dissipate my sword as I don't want it to stab me by accident...That's what I get for losing my focus. Reinforcement can easily bite me in the ass if I overuse it, like I just did.
Even with a pain resistance of 34% percent, I'm still shaken by the terrible sensation coming from my legs. I push myself onto my broken knees and pull another vial of Medela out of my inventory. As I ready the injector, I hear a guttural scream behind me.
"YOU'LL PAY!"
Too bad that Pennywise isn't that big of an idiot to get close to me once more. As I turn around to face him once more, I quickly notice the giant slab of concrete hurtling towards me. My first thought is to summon up a wall of earth to protect me, but my fumbling with the injector breaks my concentration.
With time not slowing down, like in all the good stories, I brace for impact.
"Confringo!"
A sudden flash blasts the piece of concrete right in front of me. The slab shatters and explodes on the spot...which sadly doesn't leave me unaffected. Pieces of concrete are blasted around and multiple shards quickly pierce my body. One of the shards even piercing my temple as it cuts through my skull.
-800,000 HP
-80,000 HP
-120,000 HP
-50,000 HP
-120,000 HP
-78,000 HP
-120,000 HP
While the blast knocks me back, I'm rather relieved at how my HP system even works. Sure, critical hits do a whole lot of damage, but considering that that was a lethal shot, then i'm more than happy with it.
"Bombarda!"
While still dazed from having parts of my brain caved in, I'm still thinking with clear thoughts. Without further hesitation, I ram the injector which stayed in my hand directly into my chest. The fluid races into my heart and glowing lines begin spreading throughout my body.
I finally stand up once more as the shards of concrete are slowly pushed out of my body. (So it does actually remove foreign objects. Good to know).
Gazing in front of me, I'm subjected by an awesome sight. Percival made it just in time and is now blasting Pennywise with a wide range of spells to damage him even more.
Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I jump to my now repaired feet and summon something more adequate for the Demon. I summon the good old MG42 from my inventory and pull the slide on the already loaded gun.
I pull the trigger and smile in glee as a hail of bullets erupt from the long unused gun. The bullets tear through the demons body and turn it into Swiss cheese within seconds. Pennywise once again screams in pain as we destroy his failing body.
The endless barrage of magic and Bullets continue for various seconds before both of us abruptly cease our attack.
As the Smoke and steam slowly fade, Graves looks over to me and specifically stares at the large gun in my hands.
"So uncivilised..." He says as he shakes his head.
I merely chuckle at his remark. I should be somewhat annoyed concerning his belittlement, but I can't really do that. He just made a Star wars joke after all and i'm quite certain he doesn't even know what that is.
I turn to the scene in front of us once more. From the smoke and steam, we now see the barely functioning body of Pennywise. We both stare at the unmoving mass and see a small creature plop out of the top part. It's the clown, barely taller than an average child, who is now crawling away from his fading corpse.
I quickly notice him heading into the direction of the well and conjure up a slab of rock in reaction. With a flick of my wrist, it lands right on top of the well and closes the escape route. With the well now destroyed( But still capable of being rebuilt later on) He has nowhere left to run.
I smirk as I let my Machine gun vanish. With that I turn to Graves:" Even if I got hurt quite a bit, a Deus Ex Machina Moment like that earlier was better than nothing. Thanks for the Save Director!"
Instead of a reply, I get something rather unsettling. He simply stares at me in return while narrowing his eyes in a suspicious manner:" I take it this is your true form then?"
My smile quickly vanishes as I realise that he happens to be towering over me. I quickly looked down and see that my tattered and torn clothes also happen to be various sizes too big...Oh shit. My Form reverted back to normal when I ran out of Mana or left Servant mode.
I give him a nervous smile:" Would you mind if we took care of the clown before we handled this?" he continues staring at me in suspicion " Pretty please?"
"Fine." He eventually relents.
We begin making our way to the struggling Pennywise as he continues:"At least this explains why you're so childish at times. Just how old are you even?"
I give another nervous smile as I scratch my head:"Ah...I'm thirteen actually...Probably part of the reason Pennywise wanted to eat me actually."
"You're a damned child for Merlin's Sake!" he quickly retorts.
I simply groan out in apology as we head to the clown. I'm quite happy as this gives me an excuse to change the discussion and maybe get out of the subject later.
A few more steps are walked until we tower over the small demonic creature. His skin has been flaking and is now showing darker skin underneath. His true form most probably.
I squat down in front of him:" I guess you really weren't expecting things to go down like this now did you? " I chuckle as I reach out for his face. As soon as I graze his cheek, he quickly snaps his head with intention to bite my head.
Sadly, he's far too slow and I pull my hand back before he can do so:" A! A! A! Little clown, it seems you still have a little fight left in you. TO BAD BUDDY!" I yell out at him.
While inspecting his body, I focus on his beating chest. I quickly smirk at my idea
Pennywise the Demon LV 100
STR 20
VIT 35
DEX 15
INT 40
WIS 30
LUC 50
Unique Skills
Fearshifting
Authority of Gluttony
Fear Telepathy
Phobiamancy
Yeah, his stats aren't that good, but his unique skills do intrigue me. I put my hand on his beating chest and see his face contort in Horror. Smirking once more, I say:" Now now Pennywise. You wanted to eat me,"
I plunge my hand into his chest and quickly grab the beating organ.
"So I think it's only fair-"
With a quick pull, I rip his heart out of his chest and hold it in front of me
"If I eat you instead!"
With that, I squeeze the tiny beating heart and shove it into my mouth. After chewing a few times, I swallow the meal and watch in glee as Pennywise cracks in pain as his body disintegrates.
Quest completed
Finish "IT"
Objective: Pennywise the Clown has been plaguing the town of Derry for centuries. Kill him.
Rewards: 200,000 XP, 1 Gacha Token
REP with Percival Graves +20 (45) For helping him solve a lifelong regret.
Well that is sure to come in handy. But I want to see the good stuff right now.
Level up x1
Stats Devoured
STR 20
VIT 35
DEX 15
INT 40
WIS 30
LUC 50
Unique skills devoured
Notice! Authority of Gluttony is a randomized reward. You can improve its rarity by sacrificing the other skills available. This will also increase the chance of the authority being advantageous
Now that...is a bit tricky. Gluttony is already my main thing and I wouldn't mind adding more to it. But I don't want something crap that might actually prove detrimental...Well I already have shapeshifting to a degree and i'm not really the type of person who wants to be a Scare-crow clone...
Fine! Sacrifice the other skills GAME!
Skills Removed: Fearshifting, Fear Telepathy, Phobiamancy
Processing...
Success!
Skill acquired "Sin of Gluttony (Mabeast creation) LV 1" : Allows the user to morph and manipulate living beings and create new subspecies with differing capabilities. MP cost depends on size and magnitude of changes. Higher levels allow more conceptual creatures using aspects of differing Organisms and even inorganic Materials.
I'll admit this is fascinating. For one I wasn't expecting to find something From RE:Zero to show up, but who am I to question this. I can already make zombies and stuff, so why shouldn't I be able to make Chimeras and what not as well.
I have something else you might be rather happy about.
Check your Mana production.
'Wait...are you saying?' I begin to happily anticipate the possible change that SYSTEM noticed
'STATUS'!
Jeanne Dark Lv 138
Class= Magus (Thaumaturgy)(Maxed out ) / Avenger
Sub class = Engineer Lv 38
Engineer class. Grants 2 INT per Level. Triples experience gain of all technological skills.
Race= Demi-servant
Title= Lucky Gamer LUC +30
Lv= 37 (186,200/453,000 Xp)
Hp= 5,147,400 HP (LV x VIT x 100)
Mp= 4,954,200 MP (LV x INT x 100)
Hpr= 514,740 HP/m (LV x VIT x 10)
Mpr= 1,012,644 MP/m (LV x ((INT/2) +(WIS x 2)) x 12)
Money (229.250$)
Stats(171)
Strength=514
Vitality=373
Dexterity=168
Wisdom= 216
Intelligence= 359
Charm=135
Luck=167
I have over a million MP/m for my regeneration now...THIS MEANS I CAN USE SERVANT MODE INDEFINITELY!
Well you still have to supply 200,000MP/m for Asako.
Doesn't matter, this is still great! An Arc Reactor is more than capable of doing the rest!
I'm absolutely shaking witht glee from the development only to be brought out of my inner thoughts by a strange poking sensation on my cheeks.
I quickly turn around to see Percival poking me in the face with his glowing wand:" You ok in there?"
I slowly nod while checking around me. Pennywise's corpse Is already gone and...SHIT! I forgot to take his Soul!
He was already a weakling in hell.
I doubt he could ever get to his old level of strength again...
Just FYI SYSTEM! I really hate leaving these things to fate only so they can bite me in the ass later on! This is exactly the kind of shit that goes wrong in Media.
It won't.
Oh it's OAA! The big man, the true god. Stan!...Why are you still stalking me?
Because you're entertaining. Now focus on your friend
Doing as the true god instructed, I quickly get up once more. As I do this, I notice thick blood running down from my lips. Right...can't forget I ate a heart just now...
I use one of my ruined sleeves to quickly rub it away while also noticing Graves somewhat disgusted expression:" I have to ask...was that necessary?"
I only rub my chin at that:" Ahh...Not really? I guess it's more or less something I need to do as a demon of Gluttony..."
His eyes narrow in suspicion once more:" Sure..."
He gestures for me to follow him as we make our way to more even ground. As we reach the good old concrete, he turns around and begins casting spells to repair the cistern.
Not wanting to appear lazy (And to further my own goals) I help by using my earth magic and evening out the area where the well was in. As Graves works on the cistern, I make sure to close up the upper portion of the well and cover dirt all up with mud and concrete dust.
A minute passes before the cistern is once again in pristine condition. The best part being that no traces of the old well now remain...Another problem is the many mangled bodies lying around.
My nose wrinkles in disgust at Pennywise's actions. If you insist on storing some food, then at least make sure it stays fresh...I quickly cast hellfire and incinerate the remaining bodies and belongings. Once I'm done, nothing but ash remains. Ash that will probably end up in the water supply now...
Not if they filter it properly...I hope.
im once again broken out of my thoughts by the staring Director next to me:" Now that that's all...behind us, I believe you have some explaining to do Jando...or should I say Jeanne"
I stare at graves in shock at the revelation. But before I can retort.
"Your Phone call with the Lilim earlier gave you away. Not to mention that The clown named you again...Please tell me your Pseudonym isn't just your real name mashed together?"
I give a light chuckle as I give him a nervous smile:" Guess I shouldn't have put her on speaker...but I suspect you're more concerned with my age right?"
He scoffs:" I am as a matter of fact. But it's not really an issue with consequences. You got the job done and your relation to Lucifer isn't fake...No the issue is something you mentioned earlier."
His eyes narrow even further. With his added height...or me now being short, he now presents a truly imposing figure. I also notice that his wand is still out. As I eventually begin wondering what could be on his mind he begins.
" When you referred to the Loser's club and their abilities earlier, you stated that No-maj's produce Mana which is never actively used. The kind that they supposedly only use through subconscious means and that this is the basis on which their abilities were built upon..
This sort of theory was brought to the Magical community once before and it has never been proven, yet you speak of it as if it were fact...
it's rather ironic that the last person to dabble in these ideas was also someone versed in Demonic Magic"
With that my eyes finally widened in realization:" You...You're talking about Gilles de Rais..."
He nods as the grip around his wand tightens:" Indeed. Now then, you have proven to be not only capable of doing as promised, but also to be of sound mind. Usually when it came to demonic mages, their corruption began after so much as dipping a pinky in your craft. So it should be understandable how worried I am concerning you, someone who is neck deep. Even more so as you are in fact only a child. "
He groans out before continuing:'' As much as you are an asset to the MACUSA, we simply cant afford another Gilles de Rais. It would plunge the magical World into Chaos. So I ask now "Jeanne". Are you in anyway Pursuing the ideas as laid out by Gilles de Rais or furthering his research in any way?"
He asks me in a calm tone. Its less that i'm about to get blasted with an Avada Kedavra and more that i'm gonna get locked up and put under supervision. The fact that I'm still a child being the probable cause for this.
As I ponder his question, I think of how I could possibly reply. I obviously understand his point of view. It's not that the research in itself is an evil concept, but Gilles De Rais was a madman which exposed the magical world. Sure there were witch burnings at the time, but most of them were unfounded nonsense that no one important truly took seriously. It was superstition and paranoia. But if anyone found out that there was an actual organized Community of magical beings? Now that would have changed things. And that's why Gilles De Rais is so dreaded in the Magical Community. He cared nothing for its secrecy and enacted terrible experiments filled with cruelty and evil.
I'm not complaining. I still care deeply for the mad bastard and am thankful that he enabled my reincarnation. But this does put me in a tough spot.
I think official estimates put his death-count between 100 and 200 children. Some conjecture he killed at least 600 children in his experiments. As far as I recall, he butchered them, tore them apart and tortured them for his magic.
Don't forget the Sodomy
Oh shit...totally forgot about that...You know if he started raping women in my likeness then I might have understood it...but this? Yeah he really went off the deep end. When he pops out his eyes like that, it really gets the point across...I mean he could do it while I was still alive, but we always made jokes about it...
I really hope that I only ever meet his saber version and not the deranged Caster one...
But back to the Issue at hand. Graves suspects that I might go down a similar path one day and that this would then endanger the MACUSA and the rest of the magical world...Not like I'm not doing something similar with my experiments in Necromancy and satiating my gluttony.
I finally look at graves to give my Answer:" Look Percival...There's more to it than tha-
"That isn't a no" He says as he slowly raises the wand towards me.
I slowly back away as I raise my hands:" Look. I'm not going to deny I've done research in the same subjects. I have done work on the throne of Heroes, but i'm not a homicidal maniac! There's more to it than that!...Have I given you a different impression in any way?!"
We stay there for a few seconds. Completely frozen...I can feel the sweat drop down from my forehead. The tension is absolutely killing me...
"Look, are you going to shoot me or not?" I ask with a slight smirk on my face.
His grip hardens once more and I somewhat prepare myself for whatever curse he throws at me...I wait a few more seconds and the attack never comes. Instead he drops his arm and holsters his wand once more. After that he faces me:" We will have a proper discussion about this...But I admit, what you did here isn't the work of a madwoman...even if you ate the demon's heart...I'm willing to hear you out."
With that I let my hands plop down and release the breath I was holding.
"Oh Come on! You were just getting to the good part!" Both of us quickly rip around to look at the new voice.
Our eyes soon zero in on Fou sitting in front of us. Graves stares in confusion while a "Dead inside" Look overtakes my face. I eventually groan out: "Of all the times..."
Graves merely stares at me:" What do you mean..This creature of yours why did it ju-..no someone else spoke just now.
"Right you are Mister Graves!" With that, a gust of flowers suddenly appears around Fou. They begin dancing around us in beautiful motions before eventually gathering in front of us.
'Goddamned Cockwizard!' I mutter under my breath as I prepare for the oncoming headache.
The flowers all congregate and form a single shape before bursting apart to reveal:" it is I! The Greatest Mage to ever live! Fear and revere me for I am, the one and only, Merlin!"He pridefully boasts as he waves his coat around.
I simply smash my palms into my face while Graves stares in shock. To my surprise, that quickly fades away as he pulls out his wand once more and blasts Merlin's image with an unknown spell.
After nothing happens to Merlin's projection, Percival widens his eyes in true shock:" That isn't a glamour...and it can't be based on Polyjuice...its a pure Projection...You're actually Merlin!"
And que the Hero-worship of the Pervert...But to my surprise, Graves quickly recovers before he seemingly ponders over Merlin's appearance.
Before he can ask, I quickly interject in an annoyed tone:" If you were watching us, then why didn't you do something to stop us from blasting our Brains in! That almost ended badly for me!"
Merlin quickly recoils from my verbal lashing before rubbing his chin in amusement:" Well seeing you to fight would have been quite entertaining. Would he get you with an Avada kedavra? would you pierce him with your holy sword or turn him into charcoal with your Hellfire? Oh my it would have been fascinating!"
With that I finally snap:" ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Do you have any idea what sort of consequences would come about if either of us killed each other!"
He recoils even more:" But...I was bored" He whimpers out,
"What was wrong with the fight with Pennywise!" I yell back.
"Cath Palug didn't want to be in the same room with the demon so I missed it all" He answers.
After that I groan out in irritation as I plop down into the dirty water once more. My clothes are already ruined and I'm coated with blood and demon juices. It makes no difference now.
I cover my face with my hands and begin screaming in Frustration at Merlins Antics.
Graves on the other hand has been eyeing Merlin with an inquisitive eye before asking:" I take it you know eachother then?"
Merlin turns to Graves and gives a wide smile:" Why of course! Why wouldn't I keep an eye on the descendant of my King!"
As soon as Graves processes those words he quickly turns to me in shock, But before he can ask, I quickly say:" Don't skim on the Details Merlin! Don't just confuse him for Shock value!"
"Aww, you're always such a spoilsport. I was actually here to cover you concerning the little Matter concerning the Throne of Heroes." I can feel him grinning his handsome face at my back.
I simply gesture to Graves:" Well don't leave Percy hanging. Explain it to him already."
Graves on the other hand wonders aloud:" Wait are you saying the Throne of Heroes is real? And that That theory of Subconscious mana use among No-Majes is real?"
Before Merlin answers, he first asks:"No-Majes?"
"It's the American word for Muggles!" I supply with a defeated tone.
Merlin gives a silent "oh" before continuing:" Well in essence yes, that's all true...But of to the interesting bits! Most of Gilles de Rai's work was obviously completely hogwash, but he still managed something quite extraordinary" He gestures towards me" The mental chap was actually able to claw the soul of his dearest Jeanne out of the throne of heroes an reincarnate her!"
"Wait a second... you're saying that Jeanne here...is the actual Joan of Arc?" Percival asks in a befuddled tone.
"Why yes she is...With a few aspects changed for the worse By Gilles De Rais though" Merlin answers.
I quickly turn around:" I am quite happy with those changes for your Information!"
"As you can see, she can be quite prickly at times" Merlin says with an annoying smirk on his face.
"Only with you!" I quickly retort as I stand up to face him.
"but I have to say, she's incredibly cute when she's angry like this" He chuckles out.
Whatever insult I had planned for him quickly fades from thoughts as my cheeks redden. Merlin merely laughs in a jovial manner at my reaction. I turn to the side to see Graves similarly chuckling.
This honestly shatters my pride:" A week ago I was a demonic witch feared by the MACUSA...Now i'm being treated like a child and completely humiliated" I whimper as I sink to my knees.
"Now now, little Dragon witch. I'm sure your reputation only improved from this" Merlin sadistically smiles at my downed form.
With that, I finally jump up and stare at him with an enraged glare.
"Oh my, any member of your Bloodline always gave me that look. My, I wonder for what reason?" He ponders as he tilts his head.
I grit my teeth:" Oh I could name a few...You know what! Screw both of you! I'm leaving" I say as I begin walking towards the exit.
Before Graves has the chance to say anything, I quickly yell out:" I'll take care of the Loser's club and am then heading Home! Don't bother me for at least two week because I AM BUSY! And yes, i'll take care of the other contracts eventually!"
As I stomp towards the exit I give a final glare to Merlin:" Get Fou to bring you along, I'm not taking you anywhere!"
With that, I enter the service tunnel and leave the two adults on their own.
Merlin turns to Percival with a stupid grin on his face:" Isn't she the Best?"
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10 minutes later
The Wellhouse, Derry, Maine\
'At least I thought of turning myself into an adult form again' I think as I climb up the service hatch and eventually enter the decrepit house.
I give myself a last lookover. I wore tight pants that wouldn't be too constraining during combat, coupled with a sweater and a leather jacket. It's all pretty shredded and covered with blood, but a lot of skin can be seen.
I'd totally fuck me
Who wouldn't you fuck?
Red Skull, Sabretooth, DR Zola, DR Doom, Voldemort-
Ok fine I get it...
You have some standards
Not my fault if nearly everyone in this universe is total eye candy. I mean seriously, I may be annoyed by the guy, but there's now way I'm not sleeping with Merlin once we get him out of Avalon.
And for some reason you got Gluttony instead of Lust.
And who rolled the gacha? Hmmm?
…...
'That's what I thought!' I smirk victoriously as I finally exit the house.
To my surprise, I see the Loser's club in front of the house waiting for news on the situation. They all quickly notice me as I approach him.
Richie is the first to respond:" Damn...You certainly got fucked up" he quips.
I merely smile at the comedian:" You should see the other guy..." as I now look around, I see them rather worried whether or not the clown was actually dead:" Don't worry, we actually have means to deal with this sort of thing when a ritual goes wrong. It's never good to keep all your eggs in one basket after all."
They all seem to calm down at that. Something interesting I notice is the traces of vomit lingering on Eddie's shirt:" Didn't like my partner's travel method did you?"
Ben asks at that:" Yeah, by the way since when does the government know how to teleport?"
I think about how I answer them. Coming up with a fun idea, I answer them:" Since we stole a glowing cube from the Nazis back in WW2...or we at least had the means since then...doing it was another thing.." I trail off into thought as the group stares at me in amazement.
I quickly turn to them once more:" Now i'm sorry to tell you this, but this chapter of your lives ain't quite over yet. We have Paperwork now!" They all stare in confusion at that.
"You know how the CIA, NSA and FBI sometimes have a few...tussles with each other due to various circumstances? Well something similar will happen now. Buncha dudes in black suits are probably gonna kidnap you and question what happened here. Don't piss them off and answer their questions honestly. The only thing I want you to omit is my physical appearance." I tell them.
They all stare at me in confusion before I elaborate:'' The Organisation coming after you happens to know me and thinks I'm a thin brunette. I'd highly appreciate it if you didn't change that for them."
"So what? You're not gonna mindwipe us like proper men in Black?" Richie asks in a joking manner.
"Nope. A bit harder than you'd think. Especially with you guys...Well I guess that will be all then. See you around Losers!" I say in a joking manner as I open a portal to an alley in New York. I quickly moved through the Portal before they could say anything else.
I finally take in the smoggy air of my city and open another portal to my Apartment. I move to my bathroom and begin burning off the remaining clothes on my body. I do somewhat burn my own skin, but don't really care as my healing factor will eventually heal it.
You know Fury and Coulson are going to make them Squeal right?
Yeah most probably. It's not that bad honestly. All they can figure out is that I use multiple appearances for my faces...Body Types too. I doubt it'll be that bad.
What about when they find out you know about the Tesseract?
Oh...Fuck I should not have said that...lets hope they keep it as a joke and don't mention it.
Highly unlikely.
…...Fuck.
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