The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.
From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.
The Ruinverse: Chapter Forty Nine, A Reverse of Tormented Fate.
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-Remnant, Solitas, Atlas, Glass Unicorn-
DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG….DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG….DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG….DING DONG!
DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG…..DONG.
The clock struck eleven as the large golden brown walls of the Glass Unicorn glimmered with splendid light, the red carpets stepped upon by the numerous guests, both rich and capable Huntsmen, as glass sculptures of various Grimm lined the lobby like unmoving soldiers.
The moon above shone downwards from the glass ceiling above, giving the hotel an air of majesty and wonder to the Atlasian citizens.
However, not all was what it seem as with in one of the numerous kitchens, a tall fair skinned young man with short blond hair, dark blue eyes with small bags under them, wearing a long sleeved white shirt with dull gray laces, a black necklace with a single yellow diamond shaped Dust fragment in the center, a black apron, gray pants and black shoes, was having great difficulty in preparing…a twelve layered wedding cake.
This man, almost eighteen today, was the 'adoptive' son of the Glass Unicron's owner, and he, at this moment, was trying to place some pink frosting on the very top of the cake, his toes and legs twitching every so often.
"Ah…all….most….there…ah…." he grunted in pain, his body unable to stretch even further. "All…most…!"
As the teenager continued to lean against the side of the table, he didn't notice two figures walking into the kitchen with malicious intent.
"Hehehe."
"Hehehe."
"Almost….finished." he muttered before the two figures-
SPLAT!
Pushed him into the cake, ruining it and getting frosting and cake crumbs all over the place.
"Ooops, looks like 'brother' did it again."
"How clumsy of him, like always."
The teen groaned before turning around and wiped the pink frosting off his face, revealing to his horror….his sisters standing right next to each other.
The figure on the left was a tall fair skinned girl with long straight dull brown hair that went to her shoulders, turquoise eyes, a C cup chest and small ass, a black hairband with lotus-like flower on the left eend, wearing a white long sleeved dress shirt with black buttons, pleated cuffed sleeves, a pleated collar, dull gray tight pants with gold buttons and two small gray bows on the front of her hips, white stockings and black mary janes, who seemed to be smirking with sadistic glee.
And the figure to the right was a tall fair skinned girl with shoulder length curly wheat yellow hair with semi drill-like curls on the sides of her shoulders, turquoise eyes, a C cup chest and small ass, a black hairband with three leaf-like ends on the left side, wearing a white pleated short sleeved top, a turquoise broach near her neck, a silver turquoise encrusted ring on the right ring finger, a long dull gray apron skirt that went below her knees and had a gray bow on her back, black stockings and black heeled shoes, who was chuckling at the teen's misery.
"Aspasia, Fresne? Why?" he asked while very much confused and terrified, mostly terrified.
"Why what?" said the girl on the left, smirking with 'innocence', which the teen instinctively knew was Aspasia's arrogant mask.
"Why…push me?"
"Push you? Really?" said the girl on the right, still laughing at him as the teen felt Fresne's malicious side taking over at the moment. "We didn't even do anything, right sister?"
"Yeah." Aspasia nodded. "We didn't do anything to make you ruin the cake, and now, mother will be most displeased."
"P-Please don't tell her!"
"Mmmm." both said before walking away. "Sorry, 'brother', but you deserve punishment."
His eyes dilated as the girls walked out of the kitchen, his hands trembling with fear at the 'punishment' soon to fall upon him. 'No….no not again….not again…'
(Later on)
-Abandoned Storage Closet-
Moonlight shone downwards upon the empty room, several tables and mirrors covered in dusty old white sheets as the teen laid on the dark brown floor, twitching every so often as he….seemed to be extreme pain.
"Ah…a….h….a…..h…." he gasped out in pain, the necklace around his neck glowing bright yellow as electricity sparked out of his body. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Such an idiotic child you are." said a cold feminine voice from the shadows as the boy twitched even more. "Ruining the wedding cake of the esteemed Maygold family, and right before the reception too."
"Ahhhhhh!"
Clank.
Clank.
The sound of heels echoed within the enclosed walls, being muffed slightly by the teen's screams of pain as a tall fair skinned woman with long semi graying brown hair that was tied with a red bow to a long ponytail reaching her shoulders, turquoise eyes, a F cup chest and wide ass, small hoop earrings, a black collar, wearing a white long sleeved top with deep red shoulders, a folded white collar, a long deep red skirt that went down below her knees and was tied together in the front by a red sash, and black heeled mary janes, walked out of the shadows while holding a gray remote in her left hand.
"You are really a worthless boy." She said coldly while watching the boy spasm in pain. "A piece of trash."
"AHHHH!" he cried out before the woman pressed a button on the remote and caused the electricity to stop, making the boy gasp for air. "Ah…ah….please…."
She narrowed her eyes before kicking him in the face, causing his right eye to become blackened. "Be thankful I even let you live here, brought you out of the slums."
The boy screamed in pain as the woman turned her back to him.
"Be ready to clean the floors, they are filthy." she said while walking away. "Like you."
The boy clenched his eye in pain as he curled up into a ball, his mind racing with various thoughts.
From sadness, pain, anger, rage, despair, betrayal, aggression and finally….hope.
A hope that maybe one day….he can wake up and find that his adoptive family would be different….loving…maybe even supportive…?
But that feeling of hope faded as he recalled the pain and suffering his sisters caused, how cold his own mother was to him, and how, despite being her son….felt more like a working faunus slave than a living being.
A tool without a soul.
'So…much…pain…..' he thought before closing his eyes, hoping to experience a 'happy' dream.
(Sometime later)
SMACK!
"AH!" the boy cried out while falling to the ground, his face covered in blood as Zezolla stared down at him along with Aspasia and Fresne, who were smirking at his 'bad luck'.
"You foolish brat, trying to hurt my daughters." She frowned with anger as the boy tried to get up, but was kicked back on the ground by her left foot.
"P-Please…I didn't…hurt them…"
POW!
"AH!" he cried out while getting kicked in the ribs.
"Are you calling my daughters liars?" she scowled while gripping her left hand on the remote. "Because they were the ones that saw you brandishing a knife at them!"
"I…I was…." he tried to say before getting shocked, the electricity paralyzing him as he twitched on the floor.
"Do not talk back to me!"
ZAP!
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Hehehehehe." chuckled the sisters while watching their mother hurting their 'precious' 'brother'.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as his eyes began to bulge out.
"I should've disciplined you more." Zezolla frowned before turning the dial on the remote from 'low' to 'max', the electricity started to grow larger and colored pure blue. "Something I will not forget, and neither will you."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
ZAP!
ZAP!
ZAP!
The smell of burning flesh permeated the room as the boy screamed in pain, his face becoming covered in burns, blood and singed hair as he felt unbearable pain.
And for what? Trying to bake a cake for himself…on his eighteenth birthday.
It was only a cake….yet he was going to die today…because of his 'family'?
As the flesh on his cheeks and forehead burned away to expose the bone underneath, he could only feel one thing.
Hate.
Hate for Zezolla.
Hate for Aspasia and Fresne.
Hate for Atlas.
Hate for the entire world.
Hate for everyone that…considered him a tool.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as his body began to become covered in an orange like aura, surprising the woman and her daughters as the aura extended outwards and exploded in a shockwave of power, hitting everything in a fifty mile radius.
"What was that?" Aspasia asked while not noticing the strange googly eyes on her clothes, shoes and headband.
"I don't have a clue." Fresne muttered as the googly eyes began to pop up on her attire, along with her mother's, the floor, walls, furniture, cloth, glass, ceiling, mirrors and doors.
All staring at them with anger.
CRASH!
"Grrrrrr." growled several glass Grimm sculptures, each one having googly eyes in place of their normally aggressive eyes, as they broke the doors and walls, breaking their limbs and tails in the process.
"AAHHH!" both sisters screamed in terror before the remote in Zezolla's lefthand sprouted stick limbs and jumped out of her hand, breaking itself on the ground as the necklace's power died down.
"How-"
SQUISH!
The hotel owner's words were cut off as her own clothes began to constrict against her skin, tightening every second as her daughter's suffered a similar fate, the glass 'Grimm' moving closer to the teen and guarded him, much to the blonde's confusion.
"Ah…a..h…a….w..a…h…?" he panted, the pain setting in, as he saw one of the objects, a wood splinter with eyes, staring at him before bowing to him.
The eyes looked at the boy from all around the room as they seemed….happy at the boy's presence, the 'evil' step-family slowly suffocating by their own clothes.
CRACK!
In an instant, the bodies of the esteemed Aschenputtel family, fell upon the floor, their necks snapped and their faces permanently warped into an expression of 'fear'.
"Ah…ah….th…ank….you…." he panted out while feeling his conscious mind slipping into darkness, but wanted to see what his 'new friends' could do. "Please…"
The eyes stared at him while eagerly awaiting the boy's command.
"Kill…eve…r..y….one….in…At…la..s…." he said before falling unconscious, the glowing orange energy still emanating from his body as the sound of screams rang out in the background.
The camera zoomed away from the room and into a hectic world, full of googly eyed vehicles, clothes, airships, jewelry, Dust shards, food, plates, weapons and buildings as the humans and faunus of this utopian city were killed by their own personal items.
Flames licked across the screen as several googly eyes stared at the screen, blinking several times with unsure 'expressions' before everything went black.
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Name/Designation Title: Jaune/King of Nothing (A Reverse of Tormented Fate Jaune Arc- ARTFJARWBY)
Age: 18
Affiliation: Ultimate Evil.
Dimension: - 50000000- 88 ARTFJARWBY
Abilities: Enhanced stamina, strength and speed, limited durability and endurance (malnourishment), little to no hand to hand combat skills, little combat skills, high adaptability, extremely large aura pool, high insanity, pain resistance (limited).
Semblance(s): Tulpa (a very rare conceptual based semblance that allows the user to give life, via aura, to any inanimate object in a ten mile radius although it can be extended even further if the user's aura pool is extremely high. Once brought to life, the user has full control over the inanimate objects and can extend or decrease the object's life, sentience and durability with a single thought or command. If used incorrectly or fueled by negative emotions along with the aura, it is quite possible to cause either the inanimate objects to turn on the user or transform them into living weapons of mass destruction.)
Bio: In this timeline, the fates of two individuals were altered heavily in their childhood, these being Cinder 'Fall' and Jaune Arc respectively. In the case of Cinder, she was never adopted by the Madame of the Glass Unicorn, Zezolla Aschenputtel, and went on to live an uninteresting life in Mistral's slums….however, Jaune Arc had a different fate as he was abandoned by his mother due to her not being able to support seven children at once. Wandering the slums of various Anima settlements and cities, he was found and adopted by the Madame as her 'son', but in reality turned him into a slave for her hotel, one that experienced more than just a shock collar. Beaten, starved and mocked for his appearance and nature, Jaune would be fated to stay in this hell hole for years, never meeting Rhodes like Cinder did in canon, and losing himself to internal insanity. Trying to keep his mind in check, he hoped that one day his new 'mother' would see him as a true son and save him from the fate dealt to him, but on his eighteenth birthday, he accidentally tripped and spilled wine on his 'sisters', Aspasia Aschenputtel and Fresne Aschenputtel, clothes, causing the Madame to use the shock collar on maximum, fully intending to kill him. However, this one moment would activate both his aura and semblance, which wasn't Aura Amp, but a rare conceptual semblance called Tulpa, which allowed him to control and animate all forms of inorganic/inanimate objects, similar to a certain wandering scarecrow in the Nomadverse. Thus, in his rage and pain, he gave life to every inanimate object in Atlas, killing everyone with their own physical belongings and clothes. Seeing humanity as a selfish and cruel monster, he decides to use his power over 'nothing' to destroy Remnant's four Kingdoms and wipe the slate clean of 'corruption', hoping that a new species would rise to fill in the void and to remember him, not as Jaune Arc, but as the King of Nothing, for he creates life from nothing. A cruel twist of fate….isn't it?