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("It's nice isn't it") The entity or person directly stared at Jaune with those two blue glowing orbs that acted like disembodied eye balls. Jaune could only stand in shock and fear for before him was probably the thing that had created an entire world before his very eyes.
The armoured man(?) shuffled in place and looked around, the steel pieces of his ware shone under the golden sun above and grass parted beneath his well kept leather boots.
("It's not finished, though. Planned to have a forest and a small town somewhere...maybe a big lake too...") The man seemed have been disappointed by the materialization of his creation, which to Jaune was absolutely ridiculous.
The paradise that the boy occupied stretched his imagination to the concept of beauty and bombarded him with wonder. The air was beyond clean, it felt actively rejuvenating. The grass, shimmered with light as the dew scattered throughout every blade. The wind caressed him with enthusiastic care and the sun embraced him in it's warmth. There was nothing on remnant that could possibly hold a candle to this wonderful world as far as Jaune knew.
("Well, aren't you going to say anything? I did say that I would explain everything when you were in the infirmary.") The entity asked. It's voice no longer a cacophony of a hundred voices but now was that of a man.
Jaune stood there, a prisoner of his own anxiety but with a light breath he dipped his head slightly and closed his eyes. Opening them once again, the boy pulled his head back to face the armoured man for answers.
"I-... What... Where...am I?" Jaune's nervous answer quieter than what he hoped. He cringed internally, hoping not to sound like and idiot to the (in his mind) potential God or Demon.
The man was quick to answer.
("Ah, This place?") The man's glowing orbs for eyes shot up before coming back down to meet Jaune's.
("A dimension within the mind. A limbo that separates your reality from the rest of infinity. A place of dreams and Imagination.") The man's voice gradually increased in it's volume.
The man began to levitated from the ground and slowly rose to the sky as day gradually turned to night. The plants the dominated the land emitted a soft glow that showed of their colours while the night sky became a canvas that was filled with stars and nebulas. The wind picked up it's pace as the cyan crystals that stood around him, lit up with uncontrollable energy.
("WELCOME!") The floating armoured man's voice boomed with commanding power.
Much to Jaune's wonder and terror, the moon, which had taken the sun's place, was brought back from it's shattered state and was made whole. It's lunar grace was soon eclipsed by the silhouette of the being that whose power was so great that it brought the moon back together.
("TO THE MIND SCAPE!") And with that, came the main event.
Bolts of energy hot out of the tall crystals, leaving a trail white light as the soared high and above. All at once, bolts of energy busted outwards in spectacular blasts of colour and light. The interdimensional fireworks entranced Jaune as patterns of light sparkled and floated high above the impossibly wondrous plain. The boys eyes sparkled in kind towards the perfectly timed light show.
Time slowed for Jaune. Everything around him was just absolutely overwhelming. The impossible manifested before him and weaved a veil indescribable beauty and wonder.
'The Mind Scape..." His breath was barely noticeable to even himself.
("YEAAAAAAaaahhh... *snap* and that's that.") And with that snap of his glove finger's, night instantly turned back into day.
The sudden environmental mental change sent Jaune into a mental whiplash as he was yoinked out of his mesmerized state. He frantically looked around. Jaune's eyes zipped and darted from place to place, trying to understand the event that had just occurred.
"What!? How-!? WHAT'S GOING ON!?" His confusion only worsened as reality ebbed and convulsed in a way that it shouldn't.
The repaired moon morphed into the sun. The hypnotizing swirling stars and nebulas of the night sky was replaced by the clear calm blue sky that took it's place. Clouds shaped and flowed with wind as it did before. The armoured man, amused by Jaune's manic state, continue to float above the ground but now low enough to look at the boy at his eye level. Taking a horizontal posture in the air like he was lying on mattress, the entity place both his hands behind his armoured head, above the brim of the reflective steel hat that sat atop whatever existed behind the two steel pieces that covered his upper head and lower neck, leaving only darkness and pale blue orbs to peer through them. He crossed one leg above the other as well kept leather boots hung in the air with the rest of his body and turned his head to face the boy.
("This is the mindscape") He pointed out, extending both his steel gauntlets to present the world around the both of them.
("A realm of the mind. This place does not follow the rules of the material world.") The entity, still floating high above the ground, explained. Sitting upright with both legs across each other, the man continued to illuminate Jaune's mind.
("Physical matter does not exist here, only concepts and abstractions. A place of dreams, imagination and memories.") The armoured man, extended his left arm before it all, to emphasize his point.
Jaune stood there, flabbergasted. Coming to the conclusion that this place was a product of his mind by the description given to him by the entity, Jaune continued to pry for more answers and confirmations. Sitting on the grass in a similar manner in which the armoured entity before sat on air, the blonde boy relaxed and cleared his mind. The wind willed his hair to flow behind him as he searched his mind for careful questions.
"So this place...is in my head, right?" He looked up to the entity with hesitance, hoping not to have asked a stupid question.
("Of course! I had to knock you out once the gravity dust in your system was dealt with. That stuff does a number on the human subconscious. In other words this place is a lucid dream created by yours truly so that we may speak in person! Learned this trick from a secoond dimensional triangular dream demon.") The entity enthusiastically replied.
Jaune shook his head on the dream demon and gravity dust part. He didn't remember anything about gravity dust. In fact he didn't remember much about what happened during his spar with Weiss. He also didn't what a dream demon was. And so, Jaune asked another question.
"What-... Who...are you?" Jaune faced the entity with careful curiosity.
("Finally getting into the juicy stuff now, are we? Alright. I am what you would call a Chaos God. An interdimensional entity that is not constrained by the stability of entropy. A being with direct autonomy from the concepts of cause and effect. A creator and a destroyer...") With solemn words, the entity struck fear and terror into the young Arc's heart, though he did not show it.
("There are many others like me, but some are far more influential than I due to relevant age and experience. I am Chaos God that occupies the rank if only a writer. If I ever wish to expand my presence and abilities, I need the support of others to rise above the ranks.") The Chaos God continued on, seemingly saddened at his own words but this did little to undermine Jaune's fear.
"There's more of you!?" His voice gave away his fear and concern, though this only further amused the Chaos God.
("Oh there's an infinite number of us. Reality is infinite by nature. Possibilities converge and diverge constantly, continuously giving life to countless realities. The concept of time and space are personally irrelevant to us because we ourselves are direct entities of raw infinity. Though, there is a rough hierarchy when it comes to us Chaos Gods. I'm young, inexperienced and weak compared to others. I need to accumulate as much as I can if I ever hope to achieve my dream...")
This explanation gave Jaune a sense of smallness. The knowledge that exitance itself is infinite, made him feel like a speck of sand floating aimlessly in an ocean of dessert. Shaking away the depressing though of his meager existence Jaune asked another question.
"What is your dream? What do you want?" Jaune's eyes stared directly into the Chaos God's orbs of endless blue.
("I want to kill your reality.") The Chaos God blatantly said, disregarding the though of Jaune's opinion.
"WHAT!?" The boy immediately shot up to stand to challenge the literal God before him, which in hindsight is the most retarded thing you can do but under the context of Jaune's motivation, one could only applaud for the nads on this lad.
("Sit down! I wasn't done explaining!")
Under some unseen force, Jaune found himself back on the ground. He shuffled in place. The grass beneath him made as he sat back but did not budge his glare towards the Chaos God.
("I want to kill your reality, because it's already dying.")
This revelation caused a myriad of emotions to pierce through the boys every being. Fear, anxiety and sadness consumed his mind. He needed an explanation and he needed it now.
"Wha-wha-wha-What do you mean!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S DYING!?" His concern was evident Jaune's brows furrowed in desperation. His internal pain evident. To hear that everything he knew was going at some point without even knowing about the creeping end of everything triggered the natural response to save everything he cared for.
("Let me carefully explain. Your world was created by another one similar to this. We Chaos Gods call it 'The Main Line'. It was created by a talented and passionate Chaos God named 'Monty Oum' and yes, that 'Monty Oum', along with several others the helped him create the world. Monty was not a mere writer, he was an artist. He created incredible things by himself and with the help and support of others he was able to bring together 'The Main Line' from nothing but unfortunately, Monty...disappeared...")
Jaune continued to listen. All the knowledge was being dumped on him was beginning to drown him. He wasn't used to so much confusion but...Monty Oum was real... The boy looked down and place a hand on his head and continued to listen.
("After the disappearance of Monty, the Chaos Gods that worked with him attempted to keep the world alive by himself. One by one they jumped ship because it was too taxing to sustain such a demanding world. The reality began to undergo...inconsistencies. The nature of cause and effect were beginning to destabilize and the world was undergoing a subtle collapse of sort and with that 'The Viewers' started to drift away...) The Chaos God's sadness was now in full view for Jaune to see.
The steel hat dropped to hide his eyes as the world around them dimmed somewhat for a few seconds before going back to normal. Ethereal blue orbs faced the boy once more.
("'The Viewers' are our source of relevant influence and possibility. We Chaos Gods are Omnipotent by nature but only on our own. Once a second Chaos God exist in the same plain, relevance occurs. Relevance is basically our source to rise the hierarchy and explore the possibilities in the presence of others of our kind but relevance can only be received through the will and support of viewers. Beings who take the time to view and study our work and grant us the means to expand to other realities though popular opinion.")
Nothing but the silent winds of the mind scape met his words and so the words flowed evermore.
("Jaune...The Main Line is dying... Soon, the existential decomposition will reach other strands including this one. The only way to save as much of this world as possible is to kill this reality, reverse it completely and allow it to start anew, becoming it's own Main Line.")
The Chaos God floated down to sit on the ground with the boy to ensure that the importance of his goal must be met with understanding.
("There are already groups of Chaos Gods who are attempting to save what they can of Monty's work. I'm working my way to be part of one of those groups but I need the will of the viewers to do so. I need to accumulate relevant experience and influence. If you want to save this world, you have to help me, Jaune. Help me save remnant so that one day, we can make whole.") The Chaos God's armoured hand met Jaune's shoulder.
("Will you help me. Will you help me keep Monty's vision alive so that it may grow into something new? Something even better than what it is now?")
The Chaos God's words reverbed within the depths of Jaune's soul. He ran away from home to become a huntsman. A person that protected others from the devastation brought by the Grimm and those who seek to harm the innocent and weak. Jaune ran away to fulfill his family's legacy. Jaune ran away for his family. Jaune ran away to be a hero. So here it is, the opportunity to be one.
The stakes and expectations of saving an entire world under the desires of a literal God weighed heavy on Jaune's shoulders. The hand on his shoulder felt like it as filled with the weight of a thousand Ursas but despite this, Jaune shook away his fears to do not just fulfill his family name and personal desires. Jaune simply did what, in his own opinion, was just the right thing.
"I'll do it... I'll help you." The boys words were shaky and laced with fear.
"I'll help everyone. I'll do everything I could to save them...to save remnant." Jaune said those words as shape eyes dense with determination met that of the interdimensional deity.
("I'm glad.") The Chaos God took his armoured hand away from the boy's shoulder and softly voiced his appreciation.
Jaune still had questions. He had so many questions but the one that stood out the most made it's presence known within his mind, urging him to speak it out loud. And so, he did.
"But...Why me? Out of all the people on remnant, why me? There's definitely better people out there who are stronger, faster and even smarter than me. I'm just a fraud... Why would you choose a fraud?" Much to Jaune's Ire, The Chaos God laughed uproariously to his question.
("AHAHAHAH OH OH MY ATOMS AHAHAHAHAH! Ah oh hehe... Well, Jaune... *Ahem* All that you have said is indeed true. There are definitely objectively better people than you when it comes to shouldering the responsibilities of saving everything as you know it but is that going to be the cause when the decay actually happens. People change as time goes on. Use that noggin of yours and think the long term, lad.")
Jaune could only look on in surprise, he didn't understand.
("You see, lad. You're the most popular choice amongst us Chaos Gods, especially us Writers because you're so filled to brim with extestential possibility at this point. I mean, the legendary Coeur Al'Aran has forged many successful realities with just you as his personal avatar. Jaune, you seriously underestimate how reliable and ironically moldable you really are as an avatar and a catalyst. You're simple so to speak. Simple enough to be molded in to anything we wish you to be!") The entity chuckled for a moment.
"Hey! Also, The legendary Coeur Al'Aran? I don't know who that is but seriously, from what I understand, those aren't me- well they are but they this specific me. What makes you think I'm anything like them!?"
("You have absolutely no idea how common of a choice you are amongst writers, even the more well achieved ones! Jaune, you maybe sniveling, pathetic simp that you are now but after a some time with me! *Points to self* You're going to become the most ridiculously over powered mother fucker remnant has ever fucking seen!")
"What's a simp..." He quietly stated to himself.
The blue sky was now replaced by angry thunderous clouds that the wind picked up it's pace in which as Jaune's clothes violently morphed to it's force. The Chaos God emitted ethereal violently powers as violent cracks of thunder danced across his form, setting the blue brigandine vest he wore alight with power as the wind circled around him in the early form of a tornadoes while he floated higher, eyes flaming with energy.
"Uh oh-"
("YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE BITCH SMACKER OF GOLIATHS!")
Thunder bellowed louder and lightning bolted across the sky. The tornado picked up in pace and power as the sky darkened. Jaune could only watch in awe and terror.
"AH! What The Heck Is Going!?"
("SUPLEXOR OF FUCKING MAIDENS!")
Lightning harshly struck his form and flames of power caressed the Chaos Gods body. The tornado became so thick with debris and water vapors that Jaune could barely see the Deity behind it. What he could see was those same glowing blue orbs sharply sparking through the harsh vortex of wind.
"What Does That Even Mean!?"
("DROP KICKER OF SALEM!")
Earthquakes shook the ground beneath. The blonde boy could only lie on the ground and cling to the grass for dear life.
"Who's SALEM!?"
("BANE OF THE GODDAMN BROTHER GODS!")
Despite all the chaos around him Jaune could easily hear the crazes Gods words but still didn't understand what he was even talking about.
"WHO!? I Don't Know Any Of These People!"
("AND THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKING HUNTSMAN ON REMNANT THAT WEARS PROPER FUCKING ARMOUR AND PRACTICAL FUCKING GEAR! AHAHAHAH AHAHAH AHAHAHAH!)
Crazed booming laughter was blotted out by a sharp flash of light. Jaune opened his eyes to a the calm landscape he getting familiar with while still on the ground clinging to grass and watched as the deity calmed down and plopped his boots to the floor. Looking up from the floor he met eye to eye with the God.
"What the...?"
("Sorry about that. Needed to get that out of my system. I've been hanging around Bill way to much.") The Chaos God Said as he offered his gloved hand to Jaune. His segmented pauldrons clanked along with the action.
"Thanks... I'm not even gonna ask who the heck Bill is."
Jaune took the God's had with slight reservations after what he just saw but remembered that he had a world to save. He took the Chaos God's gloved hand and brought himself back up. Standing to his full height, Jaune noticed that he was a lot taller than the powerful entity before him by about an entire foot.
("I know what you're thinking. Size to me is irrelevant, I could always change it whenever I want. Walk with me.") He offered after addressing Jaune's thoughts in which Juane decided not to question due to all the things he's seen the Deity do.
They walked down by one of the many rivers in which crystal clear water flowed glisten underneath the sunlight. The wind was calm again, flowing through the grass and rippling the water. The giant cyan crystals that stood tall above him were the direct source of the water, almost acting like glaciers.
'Ice dust maybe?'
("It's nice isn't it.") He stretched his arms out presenting the plain and the many floating island the hung in the sky.
("It was inspired by some art I saw in a Ujico music video.") The Armoured Deity swiftly stated.
"Ujico? What the-? Who's that? A-...another Chaos God?" Jaune asked, keeping pace with his guide.
("Yes he is, he's an artist. Makes great music too. Massive following. Has other Artists help create worlds to accompany his music.")
"Huh... I didn't know Gods listen to music." In an attempt to calm himself, Jaune tried to construct some humor in his situation.
("When you're an entity that can explore every possibility that you can think of, you tend to run into some things.") After that statement the Chaos Go-
("Oh for fucks sake just call me a writer! You keep that Chaos God shit up, I'm going to be dealing with Warhammer entities as soon as this is uploaded.") Oh...sorry.
"What was that?" Stopping in his track, Jaune looked at the writer with a tilted head of uncertainty.
("Just tweaking something that started to get irritating. Don't bother thinking about it. It makes even less sense if you do".) With a tinge of renunciation in his voice, the writer answered his company's question.
Jaune took a moment to think about it anyway.
"That doesn't even make sense."
("Exactly".)
The two continued to pace by the river in silence. Some minutes ticked by until they reached their destination. A cliff...or specifically, the mind scape border. The edge of the world.
"Woah..." Jaune looked down from the edge. seeing the bottomless blue below.
He looked back to the writer, who was juggling rocks for some reason.
"So...Uhm...Why are we here?"
The entity -("Stop calling me an entity. That got boring fast.")- sorry... The writer, dropped his rocks to answer Jaune's question.
("This is the exit of the mind scape. I haven't figured out a more convenient method than scaring you awake so that's why we're here. I've already told all of the important bits unless you want to stay a bit longer and chat about my future plans.")
Jaune looked down and shuffled his shoes against the grass, contemplating. The writer on the other hand floated back into the air, his shadow shading the ground. The writer laid on nothing as his arms crossed each other and his right leg above his left.
"Actually I kinda do wanna talk some more." Jaune curiously replied his desire for more answers from this strange and powerful being overcoming his initial fear.
("Oh? And what would that be? Lay it on me, lad.") Chuckling after his remark the writer floated upside down. His arms dangled downwards while his feet hung against the back of his thighs and steel hat steel stick or hanging from his head.
Jaune sat back down and crossed his legs and asked away.
"I want to know, Why me?" Placing his armoured hands on his jeans, the boy looked directly into his companion's eyes(?).
The Writer deadpanned for a moment before bursting his irritation.
("Oh for the love of fruit loops! I already told you! Jaune, you are a natural catalyst; an agent of change. Creators and Destroyers throughout the multiverse have been choosing you since the conception of the Main Line for EONS!"). The writer explained.
Unsatisfied by the being given the undesired. Jaune rushed up to stand and walked over to the writer, stopping mere inches from him.
"But that doesn't explain WHY!?" He gestured to himself, his face contorted in anger.
"Why me!? Why am I some agent of change!? What makes me so special from any other person on remnant!?" Jaune shouted. His voice raised and desperate for an answer.
The stress of going through the utterly ridiculous events that he had been enduring through the day had finally bubbled and burst. The writer took note of this with mild annoyance and without giving off the perception of his own anger, the writer decided to stop dancing around the bush and gave Jaune the blunt and honest answer. Sighing from his suspended state, the armoured entity floated upright.
("Because you have no inherent value in the Main Line!") He explained, using exaggerated Italian gestures to emphasize.
This shocked Jaune. It didn't male sense to him. Why would something with no inherent value be seen as something desired by Gods of all things? With a shaky and disappointed whisper, he uttered one word.
"...What?"
The writer ignored the boy's distraught and confusion in order to further explain. Crossing his arms while still floating upright, one can imagine a grimace despite the writer's lack of an actual head.
("In the Main Line, you were an avatar to begin with. You were the avatar of a writer, an incompetent one at that.") The sheen of light reflected off of the steel hat as the writer tilted his head downwards met Jaune's eyes, temporarily blinding him.
Shaking off the disruption to his eyesight, the boy sat back down to listen to the rest of the all powerful being's tale.
("You were so devoid of personal substance that you didn't even have an actual sense of self. The Main Line and this one are quite different for many reasons.")
Jaune shifted in his seated state. The Pumpkin Pete Logo, peeking out from underneath his chest plate as his hoodie creased from his slouched posture. There was a difference between him and the Jaune of the Main Line, he finally had that confirmation but...now was the time to identify those differences.
"Like...Like what?" He asked, perturbed. both his elbows supported by his diverging thighs as his hands rested his slough head.
("In the main line, you had no family, no true personality or past. Anything that related to your past was merely implied instead of outright shown or created. The concept of the Main Line's Jaune's family was made after he was already created. Though this was remedied later on, it was still a glaring error that many viewers saw. Cause and effect were gravely violated.")
"I- I didn't..." This acknowledgement of such a strange thing disturbed the boy to an existential level.
("You didn't even exist as 'Jaune'. You were essentially just a lifeless meat puppet for a Writer to jump into. The true reason why you are such a popular choice for us, is because that was your entire purpose. To be the controllable meat puppet. You were tailor made for it...")
Jaune lifted his head and rested his arms on his legs. The knowledge that your entire exitance was basically just to serve the wishes of incomprehensible beings through has actions without though or reservation, filled him with great dread. Fear and discord stormed in his mind. His brows furrowed down and his eyes dropped his arms. A subtle frown gave the rest of his discomfort away.
"No..." He quietly whispered again, dropping his head down low to hide his silent tears from the god before him.
The writer uncrossed his arms to place his hands on beside his waist and softly spoke.
("I'm sorry, Jaune. It's true...but...that's the Main Line Jaune. You are different because unlike that glorified meat puppet and his parallels, you are real. You are Jaune.")
The boy's head perked up with hope. His eyes looked on to the gentle aura that the blue vested steel hat wearer radiated as a soft golden glow the breathed benevolence surrounded the boy, giving him a sense of peace and relief. It was nice to know that, at least, he was real.
("Though you are real and have a true soul and sense of self, you still carry attributes of the Main Jaune.") The writer floated above him and manifested a group of two dimensional shapes that showed numbers and symbols that Jaune couldn't comprehend the meaning or use of.
Curious to the implied parallels that he and 'he' both have, the boy opened his mouth to speak.
"What? What kind of stuff do I have that the that 'Jaune' also has?" He asked. A question which the writer eagerly explained in detail.
Darting up to the shapes that as screens the relayed visual information, the writer had somehow fitted a a square academic cap on the steel hat he was already wearing. With a pair of reading glasses that materialized in front if his orbs and an obnoxiously decorated golden teaching stick, the entity pointed to specific symbols and calculations to explain to his impromptu pupil.
("You have an incredible entropy value, more so than anyone else on remnant. Your actions can cause a huge impact on your reality, causing you to be the source of countless possibilities and outcomes. The consequences that every decision you make is going to be extreme in some form when met down the river of time. You also have a massive supply of raw aura that your body cannot physically register because there's just too much for it to handle. The Ocean of aura that you have sits at the deep depths of your soul, ready to be called upon to aid you and those around you.")
He pointed to a diagram of strange symbols and numbers that surrounded a basic human form on the last part. Jaune didn't really understand the whole entropy part. He didn't even know what entropy was or meant but he did took a mental interest on the part about his aura. A massive ocean of aura just sitting there for you to use? That would have been handy against his spars with and...well...anyone really. Though he didn't exactly know the quantities of his aura.
'Mustn't be much considering that it usually doesn't take long for Cardin to pummel me into a pulp.' Jaune thought with self disappointment.
("You have to actively learn to actually use it though, it won't come out on it's own.")
"Oh...It still doesn't make sense, though."
("Take it as you will, fam. Regardless of what you think, that's how you are. Your value is incredibly unconventional, you may not see it but it's there and it's intoxicating. No Writer can resist an empty yet powerful vessel that they can pilot to bring upon their desired reality.")
Jaune slightly shifted away when he heard that last but calmed himself nonetheless. With a heavy sigh and rested head he stated his conclusion.
"I still don't understand..."
("You may not now but in time you will. You just have to experience it yourself.")
They occupied the edge of the mind scape for a while longer. Jaune had decided to stay and talk to the writer for a bit longer...it devolved into something...less...than formal.
"So what are other...realities like?"
("That's a bit of a broad question don't you think?")
"I mean- I mean most of them. In your opinion of course."
("Hmm. If I had one word do describe most realities that have diverged from the main line and the main line itself, I would say...'Shite'.")
"Wha-...What?"
("Yeahhh...most of them are pretty awful. It's why I decided to take up the mantle of a writer. I wanted to have a go on something that already had little to know value. See if I can give it a breath of life, you know?")
"How bad can they possibly be?"
("...")
("Once you become combat competent, I'm sending you out there to perform interdimensional assassinations and genocides.")
"WaIt wHaT!?"
("Once you're competent with myriad of different melee and projectile weaponry along with the use of tools and explosives, I'm sending you off to rack up a higher kill count than Adolf Hitler himself! That bitch ass ain't got nothing on Genghis Khan!")
"Hey! I didn't agree on doing any of that! Why would I even do something like that!?"
("Trust me, Jaune. Once you take a peek at some of those awful possibilities, you're going to start thirsting for blood... You're basically gonna go full on Doomguy or Terminator on them.")
"But... NO! I'm not going to kill people!"
("Oh, you won't. Just not here in this reality. Heck, not even as the actual you!")
"What do you mean...?"
("Once you become an unstoppable chad lord, you're going to accumulate enough will power to cross The Nightmare Realm.")
"What...? The Nightmare Realm? What's that?"
("Remember when I said that the mind scape is the limbo that separates your reality from the rest of infinity?")
"Y-Yeah? Sorta?"
("Well, The Nightmare Realm is basically what's on the other side of this place. A realm of absolute chaos. Any being that follows the conventional rules of cause and effect would be immediately 'scrambled' in there. Though, there are ways for a mortal to pass but they cannot pass with their physical forms. That's just begging to get scrambled.")
"Then...how to do I get through? If it's so dangerous, what makes you think that I can make it?"
("You need to accumulate a metric fuck ton of raw willpower!")
"What."
("Willpower, believe it or not, is a finite resource of the mind. The fact it's a finite recourse means that it can be gathered and used. There are two ways to gain willpower. You can accumulate willpower either by growing it yourself by enforcing your own sense of self by consistently doing difficult tasks or you leech willpower away form others...")
("There is a type of Grimm on remnant called 'The Apathy'. It uses the leaching method. Find them and take all of the willpower that they have accumulated from countless souls over a matter of eons. Then, you can walk through The Nightmare Realm and into the ever spiraling shit show that is the multiverse.")
"I-... That still doesn't explain what you meant by the not being the actual me part!"
("I'm getting there. You cannot walk through The Nightmare Realm with your body because: a. If you walk into that hellhole with your physical body, you're screwed. and b. You already have a mind scape. Instead of physically walking into The Nightmare Realm, you can use just your consciousness and enforce it with willpower so you don't get screwed over by The Nightmare Realm.")
"Ok. Ok. We're getting somewhere... And?"
("Since it's just your mind traversing infinity, you can utilize your natural 'self-insertiness' to pilot the Jaunes of the reality that your mind has been sent to. Once that happens, you can traverse those worlds through actions of the other Jaunes.")
"Oh...oh sweet Monty that's...that's horrifying...I-...Why would I-...?"
("If it makes you feel better, that's still a long way down the road. We still have to keep your focus here on Remnant. You still need to grow into the unstoppable juggernaut that I've planned for you to become. How we get to that point at all is still a mystery.")
"..."
"Can't you look into the future or something? Didn't you say were some sorta God?"
("That trick only works in universes where fate and destiny exists.")
"...So you're saying fate and destiny is hockus here...?"
("Unfortunately for Pyrrha Nikos, yes. Destiny and Fate don't do jack shite here. So the old party trick of looking into the future is kind of useless under these circumstances.")
"Wait. Why did you bring up Pyr?"
("Pyrrha is a devout believer in destiny...")
"...Oh."
("Yeah.")
"Yikes..."
("Aaaanyyywway, Is there anything else you want to talk about?")
"Uhm, yeah actually."
("Ok...You gonna tell me what it is?")
"Can you take off the hat?"
("...No.")
"Aww..."
"..."
"Wait. There is something I actually do want to ask."
("What is it?")
"I just wanna know more about you. I mean, we're helping each other for aligning reasons, right? I want to know everything about you and you get know everything about me."
("Lad?")
"Yeah?"
("I already know everything about you. The future may not exist but the past definitely does. I even know of every embarrassing thing you did throughout your entire short life.")
"Oh... Then... Ok..."
"I think I should start asking you questions, if that's alright with you."
("Sure. Go on and shoot, my dude.")
"Ok. Uhm. What does your...'rank'...of writer even mean?"
("Ah. You see, as Chaos Gods, we use certain methods to relay our experiences to the viewers in different ways. As a writer, the perspective of my experiences are through text. Text is...a very common method but it's by no means a great one. Words cannot truly describe an experience to its fullest and most details are ignore and thus those who view my experiences can only get a rough idea of what's going on. It's just not good enough. If I am ever to grow in both popularity and possibility to usher my own world from the remains of Monty's creation, then I need to step up my game and rise through the ranks and attain a group.")
"So...you're like around the bottom of the barrel and you're working your way up? We've...got a lot in common."
("Yeah...Though, there are far better writers than myself. Take the legendary Coeur Al'Aran for instance. That man is insane. He made so many universes... So. fucking. many.")
"Ok. Alright. So what's the Main Line like?"
("It was good at first but when Monty disappeared, it kind of took a nose dive towards a cesspool. Whether it picks itself up or takes a shit shower, I don't know. But from as far as I've seen of it, my opinion is leaning on the former.")
"Ok...but what is it Like?"
("When you're ready to pass The Nightmare Realm, You can experience it for yourself. It's best done that way, words cannot express that disappointment.")
"..."
("...")
"What's your name?"
("What?")
"I said, what your name?"
("OH! Oh yeah, I forgot about completely.-*Ahem*- Let me finally and officially introduce myself.")
("I am TheKettleHelmedSquire.")
I really need to expand my vocabulary.