A/N: Right now, there is something wrong with me. I can't pinpoint it at the moment but I feel it.
Note: 'Strange' chapter. Might not suite everyone's taste. If so, apologies in advance.
Jex of Astora waited till the game was quitted before taking off that terrible hollow skin mask. it was an awful experience; to be smothered by a deadman's skin even if the mask provided superb curse resistance.
"That tyrant of a player won't be back for another sixteen hours." it was sad really. Jex had no control over her life. She would rather study magic in solitude than venturing in every corner of Drangliec or beyond. She relished those sixteen hours greatly since it was only the time she had some sort of control over her destiny.
She meditated by herself back in Majula. At least she was far better than almost every single person she had met in this land as if their words are scripted.
Her meditation was interrupted by Pissed off 2.0 ,another creation of the controller. He was a nice man...he understood her pain damn well " Jex, we have a problem."
"Jados?" a nod confirmed her doubts. Poor guy, he was created to follow the gods and to have great faith in them but the controller gave him a thick red beard with a mismatching pink bobbed hair. Not only that but he also played with him for a couple of hours before deciding to abandon him. The bastard didn't even do the merciful deletion to rest this poor soul.
Pissed off 2.0 went with Jex to things betwixt where Jados was running naked "Why?!" he shouted "Why can't i turn into mindless hollow after the eighty ninth death?!" he threw himself into the water for the ninetieth death. They were the undead who were cursed with immortality... no matter how many times they had died, they wouldn't turn...they would not turn into mindless hollows.
Mere seconds later, the bonfire spat Jados out Pissed off 2.0 was already there to restrain him from suicide again "easy there, Jados we. are here for you."
"Do you have- Do you have any...I..I..." he collapsed on the ground. Tears of pain flowing like rivers. Jex soothed his soul with an human effigy.
"Son of a bitch." muttered Pissed off 2.0 referring to that heartless controller. Jados slept by the bonfire like a baby afterwards; one would so after dozens of successful suicides. The dyad slowly slipped out of the scene.
Jex regretted slaying those old hags and their maiden but she was forced to do sat down with Pissed off 2.0 in the hag's and started to have a nice little chit-chat "So, how are you doing?"
"Not much," Pissed admitted "I duelled with countless red phantoms in iron keep. The scenery is dull after a couple of hours. My Drangliec mail is all sweaty from the immense heat and you?"
Jex drank an Estus (mainly out of habit) before replying "I was nearby actually...in the locked tower of Brume. Our creator sought the crown of the old iron king. Sir Alonne was the shinning star of the tower. Such an honourable knight."
"Sounds like fun. My late father used to tell me tales about a valiant knight who succumbed into darkness. His name was Art-" suddenly the door from the other side burst wide open as a man with green tint slowly walked towards the bonfire. It was...My D.
Jados was in haven when compared to My D. Everything about was an utter joke even his creator made him hideous so he can 'laugh' at My D's poorly constructed face. He served as a test runner as well. Out of them, My D suffered the worst.
Jex tried to say something but she knew that the man staring blankly at the bonfire was already gone. his fate was worse than deletion and hollowing combined.
"They deserve better than this."
Days passed since the Betwixt incidence. Jados became more mentally stable with the support of Jex and pissed while My D remained the same. Jex was helping another creation in the iron keep when a blackout occurred in the creator's world. It was her first time but this one was different; the fabrics of her world started to rupture. Luckily, Pissed off 2.0 was in the same zone "What's going on?!"
"I don't know but this looks bad!" Pissed off grabbed Jex and bolted out of here as the whole place was plagued by corrupted data. It was useless to run as the corruption had already infected them...they were scheduled for deletion.
Or so they had thought...
Out of the Blue, a Bald man with a crooked nose and a certain spear and great shield showed up. The area were he stood wasn't affected by the corruption anymore. Jex looked at her savoir with awe and gratitude "who are you?"
"Why, trusty Patches of course! the one and only! they thought they could replace me? Ha!" while Jex didn't met him before, Pissed off 2.0 heard stories about his underhanded schemes from his late father.
"Patches hiding in Patches, clever." The hyena bowed slightly for the nice compliment "What are you going to do now?" Pissed asked.
"Well, initially, I thought to settle in here but Bloody hell this Drangliec is awful! but the rest of the universe has some potential. a peculiar world caught my attention: a world of dragons, shouts and sweetrolls!"
Both Jex and Pissed thought of the same thing. Jex was the first to speak "Sir Patches, if you may, I have a favour to ask..."
"A favour eh?"
"I will give you anything just please take those two tormented souls with you; they have suffered enough." Perhaps it was one of the few times that Patches wasn't Selfish. He grinned " No worries lass, i am feeling quite charitable right now. do you want me to take you both as well?"
Pissed and Jex shared some thoughtful and silent of them would love to escape this endless hellhole not for their friend's sake only but also for possible future 'replacements'. if they just waltzed away, the creator would create many characters out of hate and rage. They didn't want anyone to taste their suffering...and so they decided to stay "We...decline your offer."
"Oh. Your loss then, off we go!" with that Patches disappeared. Both Jex and Pissed could no longer feel neither My D's nor Jados' presence. They were gone.
"We did the right thing." Pissed tried to comfort Jex. She smiled back "Yes, yes we did."
Sooo what's is going on?
let me tell you a little story: Pissed off was my second dark souls character (the first was a lousy thief that i deleted since i couldn't beat the ass demon hence the name.)
In Dark souls 2 i have four characters: Jex of Asotra (my main OP), Pissed off 2.0 (son of pissed off, low level) , Jados (cleric wannabe, I abandoned him) and my D (Troll/Test character with some shitty face). When i first started to write this chapter, i thought to write something funny about their activities while i am not playing but somehow it turned out to be something else.
I discovered that i am not a fair creator. I am a horrible person. you might say 'hey blight, these characters are lifeless. you are over-exaggerating!' you might be right but i used to have this...bond between my bond withered as of late.
Patches 'took' both my D and Jados into Skyrim where they can rest. IRL, I deleted them only to revive them in Skyrim...they deserve it.