Hey guys, Austorias here, put ALOT of brain power into making this, had to come up with ways to tie everything together ya know? Anyway, if you have a comment, a question, tips, or criticism, don't be afraid to leave them in the comments section, responding to comments is honestly one of my favorite parts of this "Job". I would love to hear about what YOU guys would want to read in the future, and ill see if I can't tie them in somehow. Anyway DARK SOULS 3 HYPE... wait no I mean
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Francis was adrift, floating in her own deep, deep thoughts. All was black around her in the strange void of nothingness. Her figure slowly turned around and around, as if in water, or a vacuum. Her eyes were closed, and muscles limp, it felt almost peaceful to her, until she realized how she had got here, the wolf, Chica and Bonnie being left behind, it all came swarming back to her. Francis' eyes snapped open to gaze into the void, and she began to move, but she could not, she couldn't even move her lips. Her very limbs were constricted by doubt.
(W-Why…. Why can't I move?) She asked herself, jolting her eyes around.
(My muscles want to move, but, but I won't let them. Why can't I let them?... I don't want to do anything, not the slightest thing, what is this feeling?) She kept thinking.
(The way that wolf took us out, like it was nothing, none of us could stop him, hell, we didn't land a single blow on him… Where was Jacks during all of this? He walked through the portal at the same time we did.) She kept on jarring her thoughts.
(Oh what does it matter now, he won't be able to stop him, not by himself. There is no hope.) Francis mentally sighed.
When she thought that, about ten seconds later a pounding sound echoed throughout the void, breaking the quiet. Francis moved the two things she had use of, her eyes, in the direction of the sound. There floating was a bright ball of light, glowing like a computer screen. The hopelessness in her heart suddenly lessened in intensity as her eyes admired the beautiful light, and she regained control of another item, her lips. The light flew up to Francis lightning quick in a bouncing pattern, and jolted around her, poking her in the sides. She cracked a smile with her regained lips, and talked to the light.
"Hey! Quit it! Thahahat tickles!" She told the ball.
The light bumped into her arms, sending a weird electrical feeling down them from shoulder to fingers, and she could move them again all of the sudden. Unfortunately she used them to swat at the attacking light ball, and she succeeded, she bopped it square in the center of mass, causing it to make a cute, high pitched noise and stutter back a little bit.
"Awww, sorry little guy, didn't mean to hit that hard, just don't like being tickled is all."
The ball spiraled around her again, sending the strange current down her body and she had control of the rest of her limbs, but a sense of doubt still lingered in her heart. She let her head droop slightly, and the ball took notice.
"Pipi! Pipi Pipi!" The light ball chimed.
Francis could not understand a word of the ball's chimes, but when it started off in the opposite direction, she followed, swimming along in the abyss. As she followed, she realized that no armor covered her arms, inspecting further, she noticed that she had her dinosaur pajamas. She chuckled at this, but quickly returned into a serious state when the light ball stopped in its tracks.
"Hey, what's up little…" She could not finish her sentence.
She saw the ball shine light on an area of the ground, revealing two figures. Francis felt some force driving her to move towards them, so she did. When she arrived at the lit area, she noticed that the two figures were herself and Jacks, unmoving. They appeared to be like they were at Jacks' first training session, Jacks was on the ground with the giant pack of equipment on his back, mouth wide open, veins showing, eyes rolling back, and the same purple mist around him. Francis' figure stood there with a grin, arms crossed.
The actual Francis stood there in silence as well, taking in the scene. The whole scene then disappeared, as the ball stopped shining its light. Francis turned to the ball with a blank face.
"Why?" She asked with a calm voice.
"So you can connect the dots." The ball said in a high, ethereal voice.
Francis did not seem surprised at the ball's suddenly speaking of Polybian, and calmly began to follow again.
This time the ball flew for a lot longer, but did eventually stop and shine it's light on another spot. Francis waited for something to appear, and as she expected, two figure appeared, one on the "ground" and one in the "air". As she approached it, she noticed that the figures were once again herself and Jacks. This time it seemed to be from their second time on Earth, Jacks leaping high above with his sword held in one above his helmet, and the other on his dagger sheathe, ready to bring them both crashing down onto Sin below. Along with Francis, clad in armor, and holding a fist full of OverLoad ready to bring the pain.
The real Francis swam up to inspect Jacks closer, she saw into the eye holes of his helmet, revealing the burning eyes of bravery behind the Joulamin. She also gasped when she saw the big wounds on either of his sides, three claw marks down each, going so deep as to expose ribs.
"I-I should have stopped that Sin back there, Fawkes was so pissed." Francis said, tearing up a little, but quickly wiping her eyes with her dinosaur clad sleeve.
"Not the point, he was very close to death, yet still choose to continue fighting, why do you think that is?" The ball asked as it removed it's light.
It earned nothing but silence from Francis, and they continued along. Another long trek, another light shone, this time Francis preemptively swam to where the light was shining.
The figure that appeared before her was none other than Jacks, in a running motion with a strained face, and tears in his eyes. She looked confused at the scene until she followed what Jacks was running to. She viewed The City, in flames, and Jacks was running TOWARDS IT?!
Then it hit her.
"Jacks is here, in The City!" The second Francis said that sentence, all of the blackness was removed, leaving a clear, bright, white void.
"Where is he?" Francis asked the ball.
"Closer than you think, but he is in trouble." The ball spoke, and shined light on the "ground" in front of Francis.
All Francis saw was Jacks, lying on the ground in a puddle of blood, and he was missing his left arm.
"No, nonononono, that can't be happening to him!" Francis began ranting to herself.
"Are you going to do something about it?" The ball asked her.
Suddenly, francis was encompassed by a bright yellow glow, and when it dissipated, she was standing fists-on-hips and head held high in her full suit of armor. The doubt in her was gone.
"I'm a Knight damnit! Of course am!" Francis said heroically.
The ball began to get brighter and brighter, causing Francis to need to shield her eyes even with her helmet on. It got brighter and brighter, until a high pitched noise played, and Francis closed her eyes. When the noise went away, she opened her eyes to reveal a stone ceiling overhead.
"Please." A voice muttered, causing Francis to turn toward it.
She saw Jacks, face flat in a puddle of blood, armor damaged, helmet off, sword gone, and disarmed. (PUN!) After that she looked to the left, revealing the wolf that had captured her in the first place, slithering forward on strange black tendrils. She quickly broke out of the metal bindings on her wrists and waist, and jumped in front of Jacks, defending him in a combat stance.
"Get away from him you BITCH!" Francis lunged forward.