Chapter 17: Dr. Crazy
[AN]:IM MEEN... I meen, I'm sorry. It took me so long to update. So... sorry for the un-expected hiatus. Robot club has been real busy. If you are part of the FRC, you know what I'm talking about. if you want to visit our website, go to [www (dot) rambunction (dot) net]
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NEW OC ALERT!
I have made another OC. This time, it's based on a person I know that helps me write this fic. Many of his strange quirks carry over to the character, and I think I have something pretty good going here.
I'm going back and polishing some of my previous chapters. There are some parts where the word processing program I used to use messed up the chapters. Will edit whenever.
Also… IM SORRY! I have been so busy lately, and haven't been able to find any time to write. I think I said this already, but just in case… New chapters will be coming out at a snail's pace until my team's FRC competition is over. I want to thank everyone (just like I do every chapter) for supporting this fic. The people I'm addressing mainly would be:
The radioactive arbiter – Thanks Man! You were one of my first fans, and really helped keep my motivation to work on this up. Sorry I had to stop beta reading for ya, but thanks man! You're still cool. His Touhou fic: Perfect covert fantasy – can be found here:
Ban3 – You really come through for me when i need motivation, and probably have helped me improve my writing the most.
Soulja-boi190 - I thank you for just coming back to review every chapter.
a little shout out to KAMfiction, If you like MLP fanfic, he writes somewhat steampunk MLP fanfic.
Bolivian silver mine… on top of it.
Unknown POV
I tapped the test tube; watching bubbles flow upwards through its brown essence. A pair of eyes was staring back at me with a fearful enriching glare. "It is Wunderbar*!" I stated in a heavy German accent. I cackled like the maniac I was, and a smile almost crept onto the left corner of my mouth as my left hand twitched eagerly. "ACK! HAH-HAH- *COUGH! COUGH! WHEEZE!*" My left hand handed my right hand my handkerchief, which I proceeded to wipe the blood off my lips with.
I flung the bloody residue on the concrete floor, and stepped out of a glass room. After I sealed the door shut, I looked back at the pair of eyes which were much further away from me now. "W-w-what are you going to d-do?" Asked the person who was attached to the eyes.
"Simple mine boy!" I responded as I sat down at a desk full of colorful buttons, and two notepads. "Ve vill find out soon!" My left hand was tapping its fingers eagerly on a bright red lever. "Zis brown mixture should have relatively painful side-effect, not the verst, but-
*ERRRRRRRR! CRASH!*
My speech was interrupted by an ear piercing creak followed by a loud clank. I looked down at the lever, to see that my hand had pulled it. "Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein Franz! I did not zay now!" I directed my attention back to the research material. The brown liquid misting out of the ceiling of the small glass room.
The subject screamed a blood curdling scream as the liquid rained down upon him, and the glass slightly fogged up as the subject's cries faded. "YAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhh…" Both my hands wrote key details furiously. The right hand focused on chemical reactions, and the left focused on the subject's… experience.
After both hands were finished writing, I nodded at the subject, which was nothing more than a pile of bones, directed my attention down to my left hand, and spoke. "Come now Franz; let's get an up close look."
"Whirrrrr katicka tak!" ("I can't see goddamnnit!") Several clicks and high pitched buzzing noises indicated the speech. I rolled up the sleeve of my lab-coat to reveal a penny sized glowing red camera. My left hand raised itself like a cobra, staring at the cleaned but stained bones.
Several more silent whirrs were heard as the glass slab moved around, scanning the glass containment center.
"Katicka takka tak whirr buzzit thak" (Goddamn, that stuff is strong!)
I nodded back at Franz, I was feeling a little bit weak myself, and in need of replenishment. The hand picked up the test tube, presenting it to my right hand, and I grasped the tube, bringing it to my lips. I poured the mixture on to my tongue, as the burst of flavor dripped down into my stomach.
"A little Spicy, but I love the flavor"
*BZZZZZZZZT!*
A loud buzz rang through my mansion as I cricked my neck to the stair-well. I got up from the chair, turned off a switch in the testing chamber, and grabbed my notepads and cane. A loud audible click followed by a spark of electricity and a heavy thump indicted my walking. The click and spark came from my cane which had a teslacoil installed on it, and the thump was the sound of my limp.
*Cktzzz… Thump, Cktzzz… Thump, Cktzzz… Thump!*
The sun rose over the Bolivian mountains as I came out of the basement, and walked by a large stain-glass window. The oven buzzed as I walked into my kitchen. After walking down a row of 32 stove burners, I came to the source of the loud buzz, l which was my oven. I opened the door of the oven and said: "Wunderbar! Ze California condor is ready!"
"Katickaak Tak Whirrrrrrrrr Whirr Whirrrrr Clack ktack!" ("There's someone at the fucking door!") The hand spoke up. Right about when it finished speaking, the huge 6 foot diameter doorbell rang. "Whirrr Cktacktak Whirrr Whiiirr Ck tack." ("Aren't you going to get that?") The hand made it's somewhat obnoxious noise.
I groaned, and pulled a lever to the right of the oven. A Whirr and a click were heard, and the contents of the oven emptied. The sound of chains being operated could be heard from inside the wall where my rare bird was being transported. "Ah, Yes yes! I vill get it! *COUGH!*"
I coughed up a small amount of blood, and began to feel very weak. "It is that time." I thought as I pulled out a flask labeled liquid cyanide, and drank its contents. "Ahhh!... That iz the stuff." I capped the flask again, and slipped it back into my lab-coat pocket.
*BOOOOONNNGG!*
The bell rang once again, so I grabbed my cane, and made my way over to a chair that seemed to be mounted on a rail. "YES YES! I AM COMING!" I yelled as I climbed into the chair. I pulled a lever next to the chair, and once again, mechanisms inside the wall made the usual whirring and clicking sound. The chair groaned, then took off to the right as chains operated the rails mounted on the walls.
After a few more seconds, I arrived at the foyer of my castle where there was a huge stain glass window, and a spiraling stair-case to the second floor. The gothic architecture was lit by torches that burned a special chemical compound I invented.
I opened the huge silver door, and a pourterican male stepped in. "Dr… Uh?" He stopped speaking due to the lack of knowledge of my name.
"Magnus" I corrected for him while Franz was clutching my cane. "You arrived just on time, the car iz right thiz vay." I stated while maintaining a neutral expression. I gestured for the man to follow me, and Made my way to the garage.
He seemed to admire my castle's décor. Most ornaments were made out of silver. This was mostly due to the fact that my castle was built right on top of a large silver mine. The mine had run dry many years ago though. All the silver from the mine had been stored in a vault in my basement, where it would be safe, therefore, making me the richest man in South America.
I slowly limped to my garage where all my cars were. Most of them were outfitted with the ability to fly, but for the most part, I avoided making any changes to the bodies. "This iz ze garage. And this…" I pulled a sheet off one of my cars. "… iz ze one you vill be polishing." I gave the man an ominous glare. "If you so much as scratch eet, I vill give you death." My expression became dark, and the man's face paled.
"D-don't worry sir, it's in good hands!" He stated while sweating bullets.
"Wunderbar! I vill leave you to you're work." I stated as I made my way to another wall mounted chair. This one was on a rail that went up and down. I pulled a lever to the right, and the chair rocketed upwards. It took a sharp turn to the left, and then stopped when I got to my dining room.
I walked over to the table, as I thought about the results of today's test. "Whirr clckcl katatan whirr whir whclick" ("time for some California condor!") The hand happily clicked while adjusting its eye's iris.
"Ah yes, eet does smell good, I guess I vill dig in." I sat down at one of the chairs with 15 foot tall back-rests, at the head of my foot-ball field length sized table.
"Ah… Rare bird iz delicious."
Underground
Matt's POV
"GET BACK HERE!" Dan was chasing me and Rumia all around the underground caves after we pulled a prank on Maria. It involved a tub of lard, a wooden stick, and 30 gallons of crude oil. The result was a crying nekomata, and since Dan loves cats so much… I'm sure you can guess how he reacted. "WHEN I GET MY GODDAMN HANDS ON BOTH OF YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING DOUCHEBAGS, I'M GONNA SHOVE SILVER BLADES SO FAR UP YOUR CUNTFUCKI-
*BOOM*
"LOL"
Dan's threat was interrupted by one of my miniature land mines. The explosion didn't really cause him that much harm, but it slowed him down enough for the pair of us to get further ahead of the psycho over-compensating-sword wielding Maniac. As we dashed ahead of him, Rumia and I laughed "Hahahahahaha!" We continued around a corner, and hid behind a boulder. "*Pant… Pant* I think we *Pant* lost him." I said in-between breaths. One would think that Rumia and I would be a little more cautious around Dan considering our history, but it was the exact opposite.
Rumia was out of breath much like I was. "*Pant* See? I told you *Pant* It would be worth it!" She stated while holding out her hand and making a victory sign.
"Yeah. *Pant* It was worth it." I nodded in agreement with her. My heart/hydraulic pump was racing at turbo speed.
We both ducked further under the boulder as we each heard footsteps approaching. A shadow peeked over us, and I got ready to run. When a girlish face came into full view, we both eased our tenseness. It was just a little girl. By the look of it; she was a youkai. "Ara, what are you two doing?" She asked with a smirk.
"Hiding from the biggest psychopath in Gensokyo." I answered in a non-tense tone of voice.
Rumia and I rose from behind the boulder, and jumped out. Rumia's shoes made a 'splut' sound on the water-covered ground of the cave, while my left brick-like foot made a satisfying *CLANK* against the same ground. I winced "I really hope Dan didn't hear that."
After coming out from behind the rock, I could see that she had wavy blond hair streaked with chocolate and fawn stripes, and wore a medium sized, striped, snail shell hat with ribbons woven though holes in the base, and woven into a bow that came down to her front. She wore a long, almost bell-shaped white dress striped with brown, fawn, and mousse brown stripes along the hem as well as a brown blouse with a white frilled collar. Her puffy sleeves were decorated much in the same way as her dress.
"So what's your name?" I asked while raising an eyebrow. She didn't seem that strong, but I could tell that she would definitely put up a good fight if I didn't have my full abilities. Small machine's whirred inside my head as I used my enhanced eyes identified her abilities in addition to the night-vision allowing me to see in the caves. They told me that she was a snail youkai, and was a herbivore; preferring to eat plants instead of meat. The snail youkai looked me over for a moment before finally saying "My name is Katatsumuri Kaimi" in a very calm voice.***
"My name is Matthew Harrison, but you can call me Matt." I said while pointing my thumb at my chest.
"And my name is Rumia!" Rumia exclaimed in a much more exited tone while repeating my action.
Katatsumuri glared at Rumia before turning her attention back to me. "Ara… So, what is a strong youkai like you doing hanging around a little shrimp like her?" She said in a sweet and calm tone.
"Are you coming on to me?" I thought.
Rumia clenched her fist in front of her chest, and said "Hey! I'm not that weak!"
Suddenly, I felt it. I grabbed Rumia and jumped out of the way as a 138mm explosive round zipped past us, and detonated; throwing the poor snail princess down another tunnel.
I sat up right as Dan swooped down behind us, and grabbed both of us by the back of our collars. "Gotcha!" He exclaimed while raising us off the ground. Both me and Rumia kicked and struggled as we tried to break free. "Come on you two~. You both need to get your punishme~nt!" Dan growled with clenched teeth.
Rumia and I stopped struggling for a second, and then we both started kicking harder. Knowing what kinds of punishments Dan would think of.
2 hours later
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~~" I whined while clutching my now-broken left arm. Dan had used our regenerative abilities as youkai to the fullest extent, by literally knotting Rumia's and my arms together, and stringing the both of us over a clothesline in the underground village with charms on our heads to prevent either of us from using our powers. After a couple of hours listening to random oni and stronger youkai laugh at us, the line finally broke under our weight, and a passerby undid the charms.
Rumia decided to lay down for a break while I decided to continue work on my most recent project. I pondered what Yukari had told me yesterday; she had basically said I was just some kind of tool for her to use, and she had been controlling my life from the start.
I reached for a wrench right as a purple gap opened right above my head, and Yukari landed on top of me. "My my, you should watch what's above your head."
"Mumfff Gruff Mmmel llluffl!" I mumbled something, but Yukari couldn't understand me due to the fact she was sitting on my face.
"I'm sorry, what's that dear?" She asked sweetly.
I grumbled again, and then threw her off me with the power of my hydraulic arm. "GET OFF ME!" I screamed as I hurled the troll- I mean gap youkai to my right. "Lousy hag." I mumbled under my breath.
"Well that's no way to talk to a young lady!" Yukari reached inside one of her gaps. "Do I need to…" Her expression suddenly turned darker. "… Punish you again?" an ominous aura emanated from the trolling youkai, and I got the feeling that something heavy would drop on me if I continued to be rude to her.
But I didn't care.
I REALLY didn't care.
Something inside my mind snapped, and when I say snapped, I mean something literally made a snapping sound as one of the tiny gears in my head broke. "Listen you trollish HAG!... I DO NOT feel like putting up with your ANTICS today!" I pointed an accusing finger at her. "I have ALREADY been through enough SHIT today! Either learn to keep your EGO under control, or GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE!" I yelled as I emphasized certain words. My breathing became heavy as my shoulders slowly rose and fell.
Yukari clicked her tongue, and smirked. She pulled her hand out of the rift in reality, and spoke in a calm voice. "I see how you feel… Ok, ok, I'll leave." Yukari started walking towards the door. "By the way, what do you think of my proposal?" She asked calmly.
An angry vein appeared on my head. "Absolutely not! I will not become a servant for you to boss around!" Anger oozed out of my voice.
Yukari once again clicked her tongue, and hid her face behind her paper fan. "What a shame." She said with a whimsical tone in her voice. "Well, I guess there's no reason for me to associate with you any longer." The gap troll sadly said. She hung her head as she walked into the closed door, and a purple rift opened in front of the door. The gap closed right behind her, and suddenly I felt a lurch, and the suspension of the LT groaned as many things fell from shelves.
*CRASH!*
I was knocked to the ground b y a sudden shift in weight, and the shock absorbers of the LT groaned as they violently landed. I got up from the ground, and steadied myself. "I feel weird." As I gathered my thoughts, the broken cog in my head re-aligned itself with the micro-clockwork.
*tink*
My extra-sensitive audio inputs that substituted ears picked up a small tink noise; while from the next room, Dan angrily shouted. "WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCK IS THIS! DISCONNECTED MY SHITTY ASS!" The sound of something being thrown was heard, and a door slamming open. Dan stormed into the living room of my mobile house, and pointed at me. "You better fix this, or dangling off clotheslines will be the second worst thing that happens to you today!" He furiously screamed.
"How is this my fault?" I questioned.
Dan's eye twitched, and he yelled: "I don't know, but you better fix it!"
Inside Xanavere***
Magnus's POV
A tink echoed through my mind, like the echoes of the deafening crash shaking the light fixtures in my foyer. I knew what that TINK was; it was the tink of the smallest pebble interacting with a finely polished silver Dusenberg.
My left hand began to shake expectantly, and it reached into my lab coat, arranging my finest chemical weapons for whoever was outside. I grabbed my cane and strolled to the silver doors, throwing the black lever harshly.
Ker-KLANK WHAM!
The silver doors flew open, revealing a large, ugly hunk of metal. My left hand twitched as it grasped the top of my cane. "Zis thing iz made of steel! I a've no interest what-so-ever in such an ugly abomination!" The hand clicked in agreement. The steel RV-like block had a stop sign, multiple rotating gears, a train whistle, and something that looked like a missile among other things. The most noticeable feature by far had to be a large smoke stack billowing black smog.
I looked at the mess under the ugly piece of modern art and saw that it had landed on Pedro's car. He unfortunately had been crushed with it… except for his head, which rolled to my feet. "Ah, dying on ze job. YOU ARE FIRED!" I yelled as I kicked his dis-embodied head down the mountain. I diverted my attention to the silver Dusenberg, and turned a dial on my glasses. The right lens telescoped closer to the surface of the smooth silver shell.
…
…
After carefully looking over the body, I found the site of impact. "What iz thiz! AH-HA! I found the damage!" I pointed at the spot where the pebble had hit my car. There was no dent… or scratch. Just as I turned the dial on my glasses to make the right lens telescope back in, a large fight-cloud passed right in front of me.
*POW! PUNCH! WHAM! CRASH! POW! CRACK! POK! BAM!*
My left eye twitched, although you'd never be able to see it under my thick glasses. My left hand impatiently tapped my cane as its red glowing eye mounted on the steel wrist angrily stared at the mess. It whirred and clicked in its usual way. "Whirrr! Click Whir Whirr Klackackak Whirr Click!" ("Those god-damned fools! Do they fucking realize that they have irreparably damaged our god-fucking-damn car!") Franz angrily clicked.
I looked down at the hand which was grasping the large glass reactor on the top of my cane. My cane was made out of an invention I like to call an oscillating silver reactor** at the top, and the staff is one large teslacoil. I chuckled in my usual dry and wheezy way while taking out a handkerchief. "Ack! Hahaha- *COUGH COUGH WHEEZE!*" I hacked up more blood, and wiped it off my mouth with the handkerchief.
As I re-pocketed the handkerchief, I opened my mouth to speak, and Franz impatiently tapped the orb of the cane. "Ahem… Which von of you scratched my Dusenberg?" I said in a deceptively sweet tone.
The fighting stopped, and both of the competitors took a moment to look me over. One of them with a strange coat, and unusually long hair raised his brow, and said: "I think I know you from somewhere…" He tapped his chin.
I maintained my neutral expression, and straightened my rectangular glasses. "Yes... I do believe vee ave met…" I said while scratching my chin in the stereotypical thinking pose.
The man in the trench coat snapped his fingers, and adopted an angrier expression. "I remember you! You fucking sold me actual cock shitting holy water instead of CHEMICAL holy water!" The blonde-haired man snapped.
Franz passed the cane to my right hand, and I snapped my fingers just as he did. I pointed my cane which was now in my right hand at the strange man, and shouted: "And you vere exactly von dollar short for the price!" Franz reached into my white, blood-stained lab-coat for the most explosive chemical I make. "I keep track of these things. You know?" I added.
The blonde haired man, whom I recognized to be an old acquaintance: Dan, pulled out a sword handle with no blade. A black as night blade materialized on it immediately afterward. "Fuck you… You never told me your name…" Dan raised the sword.
The young boy that Dan was fighting with held up his hands and a large sweat drop appeared on the back of his head as he said: "Guys! Take it easy!"
Dan turned around to face the young boy, and snarled like a tiger. "RAOW!"
To which the young boy in the trench-coat slowly backed away with another sweat-drop, and a nervous expression. "Or not…" He said as he slipped back inside the ugly hunk of metal.
Dan turned his attention back to me, as Franz kept insider my lab-coat, but still grasping the vial with the deadly; explosive chemical. "Zey call me Dr. Magnus." I introduced myself.
Dan lowered his sword, but didn't let his guard down. "… Ok. So why did you fucking cheat me out of my chemical holy-water?" Dan asked questioningly.
My left hand took the tube out of my lab-coat, and almost threw it at Dan, but I stopped the hand. "No Franz! I do not vant to kill him… yet." I said as I pried the vial out of the evil hand's grasp.
"Whiirr clicktack whirrrr~rr clickcl click whiiir whiiiiiirrrrrrrr~." ("But ****~ They fucking scratched the Dusenberg~.") The servo-motor in the hand's mechanical part whined.
My left Eye twitched under my glasses, and I hit the back of the hand with my cane. "Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein! You are NEVER! To say my real name!" I said as I angrily beat my own left hand. A small chuckle escaped Dan's lips as he let the black blade of his sword drop to the ground. "DO YOU THINK ZIS EZ FUCKING FUNNY?" I screamed at Dan. Dan raised his sword once again, and I shifted back to my calm expression. "Ah, do not verry Dan. I vill not attack you." I stated calmly. "I just vant to know who the owner of ATHIS…" I banged my cane against the side of the ugly metal brick. "… Eyesore is." I finished and lowered my cane back to the ground.
Dan immediately sheathed his blade… or… the blade dissipated and he stuffed the handle back inside one of the pockets in his coat. "Ah! You want the owner?" He asked with a sadistic grin. "Please excuse me for a moment…" Dan ran inside the ugly piece of not-silver, and a loud crash was heard.
*CRASH… SHATTER!*
The sound of a window shattering, followed by someone flying out of the window was heard moments after the huge crash. "Ugh!" They landed on the ground.
Dan stuck his head out of the broken window and shouted: "When I fucking tell you to fucking get your fucking ass outside, you fucking do what I fucking say!"
The person steadied himself and looked at me before giving me a nervous wave. "Hi…" He said.
I took a deep breath in, and then sighed. "Tell me… vhy did you decide to park right there?" I calmly stated.
The figure looked over at the wreckage beneath the eyesore of ugly not-silver metal, and a sweat drop formed on the back of his head. "I'm… sorry I crushed your assistant…" He shyly stated.
*Fzzt!*
I slammed the tip of my cane into the ground, which caused it to spark more than usual. "Zat iz not important! What iz important iz zat you scratched my Dusenberg!" I said as I gestured over to my solid-silver Dusenberg.
The person raised an eyebrow at me, and walked over to the Dusenberg to inspect it. My left hand tapped the top of my cane as I thought: "Oh come on! Et iz so OBVIOUS!"
The person scratched the back of his head with a metal hand as he turned back to me. "I'm sorry sir, I don't see anything."
My left eye twitched twice as I ran over to the car and pointed to the left rear fender. "RIGHT HERE! Et iz right here!" I yelled at the boy.
He closely inspected the silver, and then shrugged as he rose back up. "I'm sorry; I just don't see anything…" He calmly said.
My hand met the front of my head as I fell into a glorious face palm. "Are you retarded or something? You have displaced a single molecule on my Dusenberg!" I angrily yelled.
The boy flinched as Franz raised without command. The boy covered his face with his hands as Franz reached for a gold watch hanging from his trench-coat. "Whiirrr Cklacklakc whirr whirrrrrr!" ("We can take this fucking thing as payment")
"NO DON'T!" The boy screamed.
My lips twisted into an almost-smile as my left lip rose. "Franz… check for ze silver…" I commanded as Franz clicked in no way that could be deciphered as speech. Franz turned into a blur, and stopped. The watch remained intact for about a second, and then fell apart.
"Whirr click whirr." ("No silver here…") The hand clicked.
"Damn…" I said as I walked away.
Meanwhile, the boy fell to the ground while clutching his chest. He had two tears hanging from his eyes; which had turned into white bulbs, and started twitching violently. "You… Bastard…" He struggled to say.
"Yes yes… I vill forgive you. Now go avay!" I yelled back at him.
The boy started picking pieces up off the ground as I walked back into my mansion. "Ze boy's agony amuses me."
Right before I stepped foot inside, The boy called back to me. "You've… killed me… Dr… ****!"
I stopped cold in my tracks, and slowly turned around. "Vat… Did you zey?" I slowly got out. The last word in the boy's sentence rang through my head like a solid silver church bell.
The boy tried his best to gather the parts on the ground as he looked back up at me. "I said… you've… killed me… Dr.-
I dashed towards the boy faster than my boat-tailed Dusenberg when I floor it, and covered his mouth before he could repeat the words he had spoken. The fact that the boy knew my real name peeked my interest. "DO NOT!... Speak mine name!"
…
And awkward pause followed my sudden outburst, and slowly, I uncovered the boy's mouth. "Do not ever speak mine name. I vill give you death if you ever do again." The boy sat motionless, and then it struck me. "How… Do you even know my name?" I slowly said. The boy didn't respond, and I groaned. "Franz!" I yelled at my hand.
Franz immediately knew what I wanted him to do, so he promptly did it. "Whirrr clakataka!" ("I'm on it!") The hand clicked. Within moments, Franz had re-assembled the watch, and handed it to me. I wound it, and the boy slowly stirred.
The boy jot into an upwards position while saying "I SAW THE LIGHT!" in an exasperated manner.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, and looked at him. "Zat's wunderbar. Now how did you even know my name?" I asked quizzically.
"Why should I answer when you almost killed me?" The boy exclaimed while his metal hand whirred to life.
My eye twitched, and I tightened my grip on my cane. "JUST ANWSER THE DAMN QUESTION!" I yelled.
The boy retreated backward, and an awkward pause filled the atmosphere. "Well…" The he slowly responded. "I heard your arm say it." He said as his expression slowly eased of his fear.
I sat there with an almost dumb-struck expression, or at least that's how my mental expression looked. My real expressio0n didn't change in the slightest. "B-but… How did you?..." I stuttered out.
The boy shrugged, and clutched the recovered pieces of his watch. "I am a machine youkai. I can understand everything that hand says. After all, he's using servo-motors to talk." The boy finished.
He had once again peeked my interest, and I got a wonderful idea. "Vell, How about zis. If I supply you with room and board, you shall tell me all about zese 'youkai' thinger-ma-doodles." I said while emphasizing the word 'youkai'.
The boy's expression brightened up, and he said: "Deal! I really needed a place to stay!"
"Wunderbar! I vill make preparations immediately!" I said as we both walked into my castle.
"You most certainly are worth studying. I must find out more!"
Back underground, right before the LT vanished.
Rumia's POV
I stretched my arms as I woke from a very peaceful nap. I had decided to make my resting place in a small nook near the underground village, and had gotten quite comfortable.I put my arms back at my sides and took a minute for my brain to start working. "Ugh… what time is it?" I asked to no one in particular. "Oh yeah!" I came to my senses and remembered that I had a watch.
I reached into a pocket on the left side of my dress and pulled the circular piece of metal out. It was the watch that Matt had given me. He made it himself, and used to carry it around before he started using his shiny gold watch as an actual timepiece. The watch was pretty crudely made, and seemed like it was put together with parts that originated from all sorts of different locations. It was an open face watch, which meant that it had no door, and I could see all the different parts inside it.
I was still too drowsy to focus my eyes on the tiny dials, so I pushed a button on the side of the watch, and set it on the ground. The watch clicked, and face of the timepiece opened just like it was a regular door. Something inside the watch started buzzing as the gears inside the watch started floating out in an organized manner. A small crystal that was centered in the mess of parts gave off a brilliant light, and projected the light through the face of the watch, and onto the wall. The current time displayed itself brightly on the wall, and elicited a stare from a couple passing oni.
"Ah, its 4… 37 in the… wait. Does pm mean morning or evening?" I grumbled to myself while placing a fist under my jaw.
One of the oni that were staring at the time on the wall of the cave tapped my shoulder and whispered "pm means evening." In my ear.
I raised my fist from under my chin and snapped my fingers. "Ah! Thanks!" I exclaimed with realization.
"No problem." The oni replied with a smile. She had a battle worn white shirt along with a red skirt and a single horn of the same color protruding out of her forehead. She towered over me and was at least twice my height. "My name is Yuugi." She said a couple moments later.
I bent my neck all the way backwards to look up at her face. "Hi… My name is Rumia…" I said in a sheepish manner.
The Oni woman slapped me on the back, and said "Glad to meet'cha!" As I fell towards the ground.
"UGH! That hurt! She needs to control her strength!" I thought as I raised myself off the ground. I brushed the dirt off my deep black skirt and vest, and then blinked a couple times to orient myself.
When I was finished cleaning myself up, I looked over to Yuugi, and she looked back at me. Yuugi rose one eyebrow, and asked "You alright?" with a neutral expression. Before I could reply, she pulled a bottle of sake and a sake dish seemingly out of nowhere. "Want some sake?" she said while pouring the alcoholic liquid into the dish.
The smell of alcohol penetrated my nostrils when I hovered my face over the dish. I retreated backwards away from the beverage, and held my nose between my thumb and index finger. "Ugh! No thanks." I said while backing further away. "That stuff smells terrible!"
Yuugi shrugged and said: "Suit yourself." She took a large gulp from the sake dish as I bent down to pick up Matt's old watch.
Before I could even touch the watch, the light faded and the mechanism closed up. The turning gears slowed to a halt, and the ticking noise stopped. I picked up the watch, and gave it a shake. "Come on!... Work!" I continued shaking the watch for a couple more moments, and then I came to a realization. "MATT!" I yelled out into the air. I stuffed the watch back in my pocket, and ran back to where the LT was supposed to be parked.
"Nice meetin' ya Rumia!" Yuugi yelled as I ran further and further away from her. I ignored her farewell, and continued my sprint.
When I got to the site where the… Locomotive?... I think that's what Matt called it… Anyway, when I got to where the thingy should've been, I found nothing there except a single gear. I picked up the cog, and dropped to my knees. "Matt…" I sat there for a while, and stared at the piece of machinery. "Where did he go?"
to be continued...
[AN]: I'm going to start including CO-Author's notes. Below after the footnotes are his author's notes.
Poor Matt. He just can't catch a break. I'm wondering if I even should've used the whole Gunethre underground life idea in the second arc. It seems a little weak, and I'm having trouble finding motivation to write it. I have plenty of ideas for the 3rd arc, and can't wait to work on it, but first I gotta finish this. By no means is this project going to die, I just am hitting a tough spot; something comparable to writers block. Anyways, your reviews are one of the things that keep me going, so thank you.
Another thing, I'm sorry I couldn't show the fight with Flan and Yuugi. I don't know if you all have noticed, but I suck at fight scenes.
Ban3, I hope you like how I used your character. It was just a small cameo, so, nothing too big. Don't worry, she's not the first to suffer Dan's wrath. Matt goes through this kind of thing all the time.
Now… About Dr. Magnus… First of all, he is a mad scientist who specializes in chemistry and alchemy. He is basically on life support, and he is made to be overly ridiculous. Most of his design and the plot for this chapter came from the person he I based on. BTW, I don't know if I covered this, but the arm that Dr Magnus has is only half-mechanical. The bones for the arm and the fleshy hand are still there, but all the flesh on his fore-arm to his wrist is completely dissolved away. Maybe I'll reveal more about him in a flashback. Franz is basically an even eviler version of Magnus. I hope everyone enjoys this OC.
*Wunderbar is "Wonderful" in German. The person who is helping me write Dr. Magnus is a very… eccentric person. Basically, Dr. Magnus has certain… aspects I borrowed from him.
**For those who aren't smart enough, There is no such thing as an oscillating silver reactor. It is purely my fictional invention. Here's how it works: A small orb of silver basically replaces the uranium in a normal fission reactor. A chemical compound causes the silver to vibrate at a specific rate and speed. When surrounded by Magnetic Silver Oxide, or MSO magnets. When the silver orb vibrates, it causes the MSO Magnets to produce an electrical field. When surrounded by wires, it creates an AC current.
***I decided to give Magnus' castle a name. I thought about the silver castle, but I already have one name I've been kicking myself for making up… The land train. Anyway, I went with a more… creative approach this time. Xanavre. That's pronounced Zan-ah-vere
[CO-AN]: (The person who inspired Dan.) By eccentric, my friend meant that the individual has no sense of self preservation at all, and will, in fact, at times, drink carcinogenic chemicals during his experiments simply because he likes the fucking taste. I mean, seriously! What the motherfucking hell is with him!
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is that so?
Me: DAMMIT RUMIA!