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[DATE: 9/3/2025]

The video turns on as it shows a long red haired young woman wearing a Overwatch-themed t-shirt as she adjust the camera as it stops staticing.

"Ugh… Is this working? Testing… Good! Well then… The names Becky Lynch. I suppose you want to learn the whole truth, huh? Now's your chance… Two years ago before the Lincon city Crisis started. Shocker came back with a strange device known the 'Pandora's Box'. No one knows what it can do… That is until the box created the 'Sky Dome' engulfing all of lincon city No one can't leave, and it's still happening right now. Even if you go to space, it's still tall well thats what the government has told the rest of the world. Aside from that, the so called Sky Dome also bought along with these monsters known as the 'Smash'.. However thats not why im streaming this ."

Becky types on the keyboard as the screen shows the footage of the her and Hope appearing.

Becky and Hope may have been many things, but one thing they were not, was unprepared.

Predictably, after Becky went back to the Crescent Isles, her assistant, Hope had followed Becky on her quest for power

However, even after failing miserably in her original plan to reclaim her power, Beckg still had one last thing to fall back on. She was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but she had no choice. If she wanted to the power again, she needed help.

Becky paced about inside her room Hope watched from a corner, The small torch just outside the locked door dimly illuminated the hallway, the faint light reaching about a foot into the confined room.

Becky and Hope suddenly heard the door leading into the dungeon open, and footsteps start down the stairs. As they came closer, Becky moved to the door and peered through the small, window. And that was when she saw who was making the footsteps. It was the only one Becky and Hope could trust to do this sort of thing.

Her name was Morgana , she was a tall skinny young adult with long black hair. Before her trip to Angel Grove, Becky and Hope had spent quite the amount of time interacting with Morgana. She learned some interesting things about her: for one, she had no friends, and she was an alien that the rest of the people she called family was locked away in a SPD lunatic asylum. So when They showed her the slightest bit of kindness, Morgana was all too eager to do whatever was asked of her.

In her hands, Morgana carried a small oil lamp and a dinner tray, complete with cutlery and silver lid on top. She walked up to the door and peered into the room. She was immediately met with Becky's gaze, and jumped a bit, not expecting her to be standing right behind the door. Morgana nervously looked back at the dungeon stairs, to make sure no one else was around to listen.

"I-I have brought what you asked," she whispered.

"Good." Becky replied " Ive got a bad feeling about this" Hope responded

Morgana walked in. As the lamp shone over the cell's walls, one could see that the entire room was barren, save for the three women that already stood inside it.

Without waiting for Morgana to do anything, Becky reached for the tray herself, took it from her, and removed the silver lid. Underneath it, instead of the usual meal, there lay two things: a black chalkpiece, and an odd-looking book.

"Thank you, Morgana. Be sure to come back in exactly thirty minutes," said Becky.

"You sure?"

"You'll still need to come back for the tray, will you not?"

"O-oh, of course. Very well then..." As Morgana started to walk out the door, she stopped and turned back for a moment.

"Ms Lynch Ms Van Dyne, I...whatever you're trying to do, I hope it works out for you, and...I'm glad to be your friend. If there's anything else I can do, please don't hesitate to ask."

Becky stifled the urge to chuckle. "I'm glad to be your friend, too. But that will be all, for now."

Morgana gave a quick bow and turned, leaving the room, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Becky waited until her footsteps grew faint, then picked up the book off the tray.

Becky surveyed the dark-brown, leathery tome. It was an exceedingly rare book, and Becky only knew of a handful of other copies in the world that existed. One of them was located at the British Museum, while another rotted away in a university in the United States. She was not certain if the book's cover was made out of an animal's hide, or something a bit more gruesome. But she was certain of the nature of the book.

The book Carter Held was the Kitab Al-Azif; the Book of Dead Names. The Necronomicon.

Hope had first found the book tucked away in the castle library two years prior. It was hidden behind several large encyclopedias, almost as though whoever put it there didn't want it out in the open. Once she discovered it, Becky had spent hours poring over its contents, and saw the potential for untold power that lay in its yellowed pages. Until now, she had always been too nervous to actually do anything the book described, but now, she had little choice. Once the ritual was complete, Becky was certain she would obtain power that would make Shocker Obsolete.

Earth free of shocker. Yes, she quite liked the sound of it.

Becky carefully opened the Necronomicon, and turned to a specific page,. Taking the black chalkpiece from the tray, Hope started to scrawl, on the cell's stone floor, the strange symbol that the page depicted. Hope took her time drawing out each line; every angle needed to be precise if this little summoning was to go smoothly.

As she worked, Becky's thoughts turned to Hope, and her failed plan. Even though it had already been a few weeks, she still felt the pain it caused Hope. Becky imagined that everyone had a good laugh over her once she was back on the ship. After today, though, nobody would ever laugh at her again.

After finally finishing her delicate task, Hope stood back to survey the entire thing. She felt a bit proud of herself. She had just completed a sigil from the Necronomicon, on a stone floor, using nothing for lighting but the small torch outside her door. The sigil's various intersecting lines formed a rough, hexagonal shape in its center. Several bizarre characters, in a long-dead language, were written around the sigil.

She didn't get too much time to admire her handiwork, as she heard the dungeon's door open once more, Morgana's footsteps descending the stairs. It looked like her thirty minutes were up, Hope moved into the corner " Thank you Hope " Becky said.

Hope quickly tossed aside her chalk as Becky picked up the dinner knife that came with the tray, tucking it behind her left hand, as Morgana came up to the door.

"Have you finished?"

"Almost, Morgana. But there's one more thing I need you to do."

"But of course! Anything!"

Becky indicated the sigil. "Please step inside, and stand over this."

Morgana paused for a moment at the odd request, but unlocked the door anyway, once again walking into the room. Her lamp allowed her to easily make out the detailed patterns that lay on the floor.

"You want me...to stand here?" She asked.

"Yes, Morgana. In the center of it, please."

Morgana didn't hesitate this time. They were friends, after all. She stepped into the hexagonal center of the sigil. She was curious as to why Becky requested this of her, though.

"But, what purpose do I serve by doing this?", Morgana asked.

Becky stepped up behind her and used the knife to quickly stab into Morgana's neck, puncturing her carotid artery. She jerked the blade free, and fresh crimson blood spurted from the wound. A look of shock came over Morgana's face as she clutched at her neck, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.

"Oh, nothing important," Becky smirked.

As Morgana fell to her knees, Hope hid her face not wanting to watch, Becky knelt down and took the lamp from her ; she had somehow managed to hold onto it, even after getting sliced. With her free hand, Becky grabbed her by the back of the head, and shoved her face-first into the center of the sigil. Her blood pooled around it and obscured the angled lines and characters.

There was only one more thing to do. Becky turned down the oil lamp's wick, then blew out the flame. The room was now in almost complete darkness.

Becky and Hope waited, and waited. And waited some more. Did she get an angle wrong? Perhaps she hadn't gotten enough of Morgana's blood on the sigil? Becky was about to give up, go upstairs and turn herself in to the guards, but what happened next immediately made her scratch that option from his mind. A small, dark-blue portal began to form around the center of the sigil. For a brief moment, it lit up the cell, and Becky could see Morgana's body, blood and all, get sucked through the tiny portal. It then shrank until it disappeared.

There was darkness once more, but Becky and Hope noticed that it was different this time; before, there was still the torch outside the cell, providing a slight amount of visibility. Now, however, there was no light at all, anywhere. This darkness felt thick and heavy, foreboding and sinister.

The two women sensed something in the room with her. She immediately felt afraid, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Becky cleared her throat, and tried to speak.

"H-hello?"

There was silence for a moment, then, whatever was standing a few feet away from Carter spoke.

"For what purpose did you call me, humans?"

The thing's voice grated on Both girls ears. It sounded harsh, cruel. She wasn't sure if it was making audible noise, or if it was putting words directly into her mind. Becky took a deep breath, then replied.

"I have summoned you, because there is something you have, that I desire."

"And what is it that you desire, investigator?"

How did it know that Becky was a paranormal investigator ? She quickly brushed this curiosity away; it was irrelevant.

"I desire your knowledge, and your power."

There was another, brief moment of silence.

"You are not fit for power, of any sort."

Becky was taken aback at this. Her fear began to be replaced by anger. She was not fit for power?.

"I did not go to all this trouble, scribbling out that sigil, cutting that stupid bitch's throat, and performing a summoning ritual, just to hear you tell me that I don't deserve power! Do you realize who you are speaking to?" said Becky , her voice raised.

She listened for a reply, and after a moment, the thing spoke again.

"You would do well to not attempt to order me about, humans," it hissed.

"And you would do well to recognize authority when you see it! I summoned you, I am your mistress now! You do as I say! Now...now give me your power! I command you!" Becky angrily replied.

This time the thing waited almost half a minute before speaking.

"You are but a mere human, a bag of flesh. You are as small and insignificant to me, as a piece of bacteria is small and insignificant to a galaxy. You are a petty animal, with petty desires: for conquering, for bloodshed. And there will be much conquering and bloodshed in the future, but you...you will not have any part in it."

Becky could not handle this. She yelled in frustration, getting down on her hands and knees, pounding her fists on the floor.

"It's not fair! I had to fail in every attempt I ever made to try and fix that! Why can't you just listen to me? Why can't you just give me what I want?! IT'S. NOT. FAIR!" She cried.

Becky pounded her fists on the floor one last time. Her outburst had caused her to be short of breath, with her hands experiencing a dull pain from hitting them off of stone. She stood back up, breathing heavily.

There was a silence, with no reply from the being. Becky stood in the dark with gritted teeth, awaiting an answer. For five long minutes, nothing happened. Had the thing left?

Just when Becky was about to give up, she heard it speak, this time in an even lower, more grating voice.

"You are not fit for power, but perhaps...perhaps, you are fit for knowledge. Yes, I believe I will share some of it with you."

Becky was suddenly overcome with fear once more, her anger quickly evaporating like steam. She felt like running, but her legs didn't seem to want to work. She stood rooted to the ground.

Becky felt four ropey, tentacle-like appendages snake up her legs, her chest, then around her head. She gave a cry of pain as two of them shot into her nostrils, the other two inserting themselves into her ears.

Images and sounds began to quickly flood through Becky's senses. In her mind's eye, she saw faint, outlined visions of frightening, nameless things; visions of a race of fishmen and their two monstrous leaders; visions of a malevolent, rust-colored, cloud-like entity; visions of a colossal, squid-like creature slumbering in a drowned city with impossible geometry; visions of an amorphous, tentacled horror floating in a dark void.

One more vision flashed through Becky's mind; that of a man, clad in the garb of a pharaoh. But this "pharaoh" didn't look right. He was 9 feet tall, his skin was black as the night, and he had no mouth. For some unknown reason, Becky felt there was a connection between this "man" and the thing he had summoned.

The "pharaoh's" eyes were completely white, piercing through to the soul. Becky saw, in her head, those eyes staring into her . They stared, and stared, and stared, until Becky couldn't take it anymore.

"LET GO OF ME!" the frightened woman shrieked. To her surprise, the being listened, drawing its roped tendrils out of her ears and nose and snaking off her body completely.

Becky had enough. No power was worth this. Remembering that the door was still unlocked after her now-deceased friend had gone into the room, Becky wrenched it open and stumbled out Hope quickly following. They was greeted with the warm relief of the lit dungeon hallway. The darkness must have all been contained in the room she just left. Becky grabbed the small torch off the wall, her only source of light left, and held onto it tightly. She wasn't sure she cared which happened. She just wanted to get out of there.

As Becky and Hope was about to start walking, they made the mistake of looking back into the room.

Somehow, that thick darkness had disappeared altogether, and the torch allowed them to see exactly what it was that he had been talking to inside that cramped room. While her visions had only been shadowy glimpses, this was fully detailed. The thing she saw looked horrible, and could not exist in any sane universe.

It was a constantly-shifting, black mass of eyes, claws, legs, and tendrils. Parts of it would seemingly phase out of existence and reappear a few feet beside their original positions. It had length, width, height, and about six or seven other dimensions to it.

Before her mind snapped completely, Becky saw the thing's teeth-like formations, all 4,158 of them, twist into what could only be described as a very, very nasty smile.

Suddenly Hope's voice rang out in the most blood curdling scream Becky had ever heard the video suddenly cut of.

Becky puts up a picture of Hope on the screen " If youve seen her or inow anything please contact me"...*beeping suddenly goes off*

"What the…"

She then quickly looks at the camera.

"I'll talk to you later…its my employer."

Becky Gets up and quickly goes to head out of the room, she tripped over a stool and falls flat on her face " Owie" Becky looks down and sees a card " Sengoku Labs?" Becky shakes it off puts the card in her pocket gets up and heads out of the door the camera stops showing the video.

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[The laws of victory has been decided…]