Okay, so that wasn't part of the game. But then what was it? Why was it so familiar?
He looked back down at the paper but there was no advice. There had to be a better way to get updated than constantly checking that. Sure it felt like a game, but it was a bit inconvenient.
"Do you want me to hold your hand through this adventure, Ventus?" The boy heard the familiar voice of Dulcinea speak. He looked around to no avail, which just made his sister sigh and shake her head, mumbling something about being unfit for the throne. Fucking rude. Of course he was unfit for the throne, he was the disgraced prince. Terra or Aqua would be a better suggestion.
"It's a good thing you have the trait of being a loon, but I'm communicating with you through your mind so you don't have to constantly check the letter like you've been."
"You really can read my thoughts!" Ventus beamed. "That's invasive!"
"It's a brain scanned world, Ven, I have everyone's minds and thoughts at my disposal."
Aqua seemed to sigh again, though she looked used to it. Again, story of his life. She didn't look nearly as worried as her real world counterpart, what gives?
"While they are taken from your subconscious, they're also fit to the game's story."
"Well what's my game's story?"
"When has talking to yourself ever aided you in achieving your goals?" The nurse asked. He thought about it but not quite fast enough. "Just think your responses to me."
Oh yeah, that made sense. But man, Dulcinea was mean.
"I beg your pardon."
Fuck.
"Language."
Double fuck. At this rate they'd just be going around in circles. She must've noticed that as she didn't make another comment. Not in that regard anyway.
"Just treat me like a hallucinatory guide. Your body was too stressed so I'll be helping you lest you burn yourself out. I'll keep things in check so don't think you'll be getting cheat codes."
Cheat codes would be boring anyway. Unless they were like the ones in the original Animal Crossing where you could fly. Certainly helped with getting across rivers when his lazy-ass didn't feel like walking around. Or letting him walk in the water too. Oh but he was getting off track.
"Just a bit."
Dammit. But right getting back on track.
"You said there was a bathroom, right, Aqua?" She turned to give him a look of 'Oh, you're talking to me now?'
This Aqua fucking sucks. I thought she was nice but god, she reminds me of Ansem. She's fake nice.
Ugh, his grandfather. What a bastard. He was really glad Dulcie was at school today instead of Ansem though. It's weird to think of him by his name, but it also just hurts to think of him as family. But wait, fuck, does that mean he's in this game? Who else is here? It's made by his thoughts and memories apparently so.
His mouth opened to an 'o' and he inhaled sharply before exhaling with delight.
I can figure out who Jack's comrades are! I just have to look for someone I don't recognize.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but you'll be seeing a lot you don't recognize. You know, various people you've seen on the streets or seen online. They'll be other npcs, but do tell about this Jack person, you're not the only one to bring someone by that name up. Two other groups have and I'm very curious to know if they're the same person."
"Oh." Should he tell her? She wasn't exactly a therapist. She was a close friend though, and maybe she could help. Rip the images out of his subconscious to find out the culprits, assuming he knew their true identities. Oh but wait, she could already read his thoughts.
Rubbing anxiously at his arm, enough to push the purple silken sleeves up and down, they were comfortable ass pjs now that he thought about it. Maybe he should go his whole day in them. Oh but right, Jack. "He's the me that comes out when I black out. He's been more active lately so it's more than just me being blindingly wrathful, it's a different personality that I don't know how to stop." His voice was so tentative, so meek as he pricked at his blankets and clothing. His sister had since left, probably because he was taking too long to get up. Was that part of the game or his own subconscious rejecting himself? If they were made from his mind, does that mean they're his interpretations of them? That would make sense given his sister's attitude to him. He always viewed her as nice though out of obligation. All of them. He wished he had a partner.
"Maybe it wasn't best to let a Schizophrenic make a world, but your mind is very interesting Ven. I can see why you can't discern things. I can barely tell what's real in your mind."
"You're peeking at my mind? You can do that?"
"I-" She seemed to hesitate before stating "Yes." Her tone was one of begrudging resolve which made him wonder why. What'd she find? "Try to enjoy the game, Ventus. Just try to stay calm alright. I'll keep digging around and see what I can find, but I also need to tend to everyone else in here."
"But-" He asked but was there a point? He probably scared her off. Ven didn't even try to call her back. How could he when the next thing he knew was another knock at his door. He could hear arguing outside of it. Familiar yet unfamiliar voices.
"Come in?"
In came three supposed servants. At least they looked shabby. Those servants happened to be a pissed off Vanitas that really did look like he'd make a great Bakugou, another peeved off girl named Sabrina, so his team were servants huh. And finally was Roxas. Timid and with a black eye. Part of him wanted to dote on his friend but another remembered how he last acted, then remembered the dream he'd have.
Stay calm huh. That's okay.
In the blink of an eye, Ventus faded into the air, body wisping away only to reform in front of Roxas. Holding a materialized dagger in his hand, Ven promptly stabbed it into the npc's gut, holding him close with his other hand hunching his look alike forward by the nape of his neck. The computer generated Roxas grunted.
"Y'know, Roxas, I never actually liked you. You were always so damn annoying." Ramming the dagger in again while his companions watched. Was it horror? No, they weren't weak enough for that. They were indifferent. "Always such a lifeless husk you were. An absolute nobody, and yet my grandfather liked you more because you were stable. Everyone liked you more because you were stable." Another stab to the grunting and agonized computer character. It felt so real and he adored it. "What's it like to be stable, Ro?" He listened for an answer that wouldn't come. "Oh that's right, you're nothing but my imagination."
Leaning in close to the boy's ear, he whispered "But this is just a test, the real thing'll come soon because now I know you're a traitor. So get ready, Roxas, because you won't survive past Christmas if I have anything to say about it. None of you will." A couple more thrusts of the blade into the now dead servant's gut. He spat up blood, oozing with it. "Consider this my Christmas gift to me. Ridding the world of renaigse like you." One more stab, then he relinquished his hold on the body and allowed it to drop effortlessly to the ground. Funny, he looked like a ragdoll. No real change to his personality then. Pathetic.
"So you are him after all." Sabrina spoke up. He'd almost forgot those two were here, but the sight of them brought a smile to his face. One genuine one for Vanitas though it wasn't returned, he actually did look horrified now that the threats were out. Sabrina though, strong as ever. She was awarded with a knowing smirk.
"I was beginning to think you had a twin." She practically spat. Ooh, so venomous. So beautifully fierce of her.
Ven leant down to take hold of a clean portion of Roxas' clothes to clean off his blade. He was still a bloody mess himself though because the asshole spit blood on him. How inconsiderate. He had to have actual clothes somewhere though so he stood and moved to look through his drawers.
"Technically I do have a twin. And surprisingly it's not the utter and pointless doppelganger that is Roxas. But who knows, maybe we were triplets in this life. I certainly don't remember some knock off in my first life though."
"I know you're delusional, but you're just being an ass now." Vanitas scoffed. He'd yet to calm down since he'd seen Ventus. Come to think of it, he really did get aggravated the moment he saw him.
"That's no way to talk to your brother, Vani, or did you forget we were twins? You certainly knew in the first life. We both did. Unfortunately it seems like in this one we were separated much earlier than before." Rummaging through the drawers after putting the blade on top of the dresser, he added "Was it Xehanort again, Vani? He always did seem to have an interest in you. And what? It's not for expanding his lifespan with the idea of clones based off twins again is it? Real original."
Smiling, he pulled out new clothes. A shame too because he liked his silky jammies. He supposed even a disgraced prince couldn't go through life looking like that though.
Ventus didn't mind stripping in front of the peanut gallery, he was only going down to his boxers, but that left his bandaged and scarred form to be praised by all as he donned the white buttoned up shirt (sleeves rolled up,) purple vest, and black pants with combat boots that ended just below his knees. Whether they watched him change, he wasn't sure, but he sure as fuck didn't care.
"Now, about bringing peace to our kingdom. Any suggestions?"
Both just stood in silence, Vanitas' mouth hung open with both awe and rage. Sabrina looked ready to tackle him, but he merely smiled ever so innocently.
"What? Should I go back to being dumb?"
Author's note because I wrote too goddamn much but needed to vent. Sorry.
I was going to do more for this chapter, but I haven't been able to think and rereading it, it's not really good so I'm just posting it so I can start the next one. It was more of a vent chapter, hence Jack's appearance and the random death. I would have just done an interlude, but I haven't been able to concentrate on anything. Not that I can think of any ideas that wouldn't just pertain to this fic at this point. Plus I don't want to keep doing interludes honestly. I feel like they're bothersome.
The only thing I can say is that I found out that when I was told my friends had harassed the group this fic is about, it was actually a lie. My friends today, about a year later, told me that they never actually did anything to them so I ended up groveling and apologizing over nothing again. They must've really loved watching me squirm, fret, and cry.
I only got mad once back then and yeah that was on me, now I'm constantly resentful and depressed and ready to kill myself to stop it, but they drug it out to the whole fandom or kh rpc at least. I was only scared and stressed at first. It was near my birthday so I was stressed about not having my mom anymore because it's just a hard time of year then. And cliques always freaked me out because of bad experiences. I didn't mean to upset anyone. I just softblocked people that I was wary of. One came back though and I was surprised and asked why. She was confused so I explained that I blocked people that I feel will throw me away or harm me or block me because getting blocked is triggering for me (boy do people love shoving that in my face and calling me entitled for it and how I deserve it and it's their right (which yeah I guess but just unfollow...) I just can't be on social media anymore thanks to it.)) She ended up yelling at me, calling me ridiculous that I was afraid of her and how that wasn't how triggers worked. Fair, me blocking people also mildly wigs me out too but it's more controlled at least.
I ended up mad about her for a while (I did end up sobbing when she yelled at me though) but I didn't say anything to anyone for fear everyone would turn on me since I viewed her as popular, well technically I always viewed her trio as tyrannical rulers that stepped on whoever displeased them.
After a while I wanted to make it up so I tried to get her to talk to me again through a friend. She agreed. I apologized again only to get ghosted. I gave up for months and decided to just deal with it and move on.
I only noticed later that she'd blocked me which yeah for me is concerning but I learned right after that it's because someone that also ditched me for the softblocking thing (that guy really freaked me out to be fair and turned out, he was actually a huge ass to several people) decided to go around telling people I was shit talking them. So I panicked. Because by then I'd apologized to several people I'd softblocked during my stress at my birthday, to no avail from any and she was friends with all of them since she was popular. And I found I was blocked by two of them so to me it seemed like all of them were going around trashing me and just spreading that I was awful and yeah I panicked.
I ended up getting mad and making a comment I regret heavily which was that I wanted to throw a brick at her with a note saying I didn't trash anyone. Well how convenient that she unblocked me to find it and screenshot it and show all of her followers and then followed up by yelling at me harshly and her friends making public posts against me. I know it wasn't right but I was so stressed about everyone suddenly hating me and blocking me. I slipped up momentarily and forgot about the post admittedly. It ended up with my fiancee trying to talk to her and the person calling us out for harassing her and screenshotting innocent messages to just talk to her and try to settle things peacefully. So my other friend asked her to take it down since it was calling us out. And then they said my friends said nasty things to them and made me apologize several more times for everything again.
Damage was already done though, everyone already hated me so. At least no one would dare talk to me anyway so I always viewed it as being hated and avoided like the plague. I really hate being recognized now. So I do hate using stella as my name. I like the name though and didn't know what to change it to but I'm constantly afraid people will recognize me and yell at me again.
The real kicker is that my other friends admitted to seeing all this and they stood by and did nothing. The friend that's portrayed by Roxas in this story continuously got mad at me for being upset and continuously told me I was at fault and they did nothing wrong. They wonder why I got mad at them back but they said they wouldn't leave though with no warning they ghosted and blocked me so. They're probably telling people I'm an asshole too. They're all still friends with that group like nothing ever happened. No one but my two friends said anything in my defense but all of her friends came after me so that was fun. They made fun of me relentlessly with her, mainly about my trigger and how they were on her team, I don't remember the rest.
She did end up apologizing, but on the same day her and her followers were mocking me so I can hardly believe it was genuine. Plus people were harassing her so she probably only did it because of that. Oh yeah, apparently she got hate before I even knew she was actually mad at me and had been blaming it all on me without me even knowing so thanks for that. They probably look at every piece of hate mail they get and swear it's from me even though I only sent one message ever calling her a bitch way later.
I only wanted to make friends but everyone always ends up hating me for being weird or liking darker themes. I can get now because I'm heavily resentful and depressed from the incident but before I was nothing but nice. Scared sure, but that was about it. I don't skip town anymore when I'm nervous at least. I don't think I can handle getting blocked still so I'll just avoid social media where it shoves it in your face.
I would have just posted this on facebook instead of rushing this chapter to be allowed to vent, but facebook banned me for three days for being sarcastic with my sister so. You know how you'll playfully remark "I'll kill you." Yeah. If that's not normal then well my brother used to hold a knife to our backs and startle us to see if we'd jump back into it. And my mom held my hand over fire when I opened the door to a stranger. We're just weird I guess.
I dunno if anyone actually reads these absurdly long notes but.
I'm not trying to start anything. I just wish everything would stop. I want to move on, but anytime I look at my old friends I just remember everything and get mad or sad again. And I've just been so sad lately that I'm too incompetent to have friends since even in the server I run now, I can't view them as friends. I'm too afraid to get close to them. They'll just get mad and leave anyway.
Existing wrong is a reminder. It won't stop.
I just want to be with my mom again.
Please don't hate me or yell at me for venting. I know, it's my fault. I only eat one small meal once a day. You won't have to bear with my existence for too long.
