Chapter 20:
AN: before I start this, is like to thank arachnids8 and Bryantastic for submitting OCs for this fanfic, which will now be incorporated in backstory and the part afterwards along w/ my OC Laxira Psyche. So. There is still time to submit, but not very much... So all y'all OC submitters will be seeing your OC in a couple of chapters :) since this is a parallel universe to the one you've been reading from... It'll start out very similarly from the first like, two chapters... So I'll just copy and paste the first 2 into one... Switching up a few things.
The whole entire room vibrates with each crack of the whip that she makes. The tall woman with the flowing hair and shark-like appearance looks down at you, smirking as you scream, flesh ripping and healing, over and over again. Every time she did this it hurt more. Every time that she looked at you, gave you a newfound fear. The beginning of project god tier began with you. The one created for the purpose of serving Her Imperial Condescension, becoming her bridge into the new universe that she would supposedly create. You were skeptical of this, but complied either way. You were to be her servant and do whatever she wished.
You were to go to her school Skaia High, in order to manage it and choose who would be selected as a god tier tester. Those chosen would be god tiered and then killed to create power for the SWITCH. Those were her orders and you would follow them. That's what a lab rat does in this case.
Though you weren't sure. You didn't want others to feel this pain. You wanted to escape it and hide under the covers of some false happiness that would never be real. You wanted to be human.
Your name is Dave Strider and today is your first day of school. You are one of the 1000 'special' people 'chosen' for Skaia high, the most acclaimed and hard to get into school. You like to tell yourself that you got into Skaia for your ironic wiles, though you didn't.
You live with your Bro, Dirk, who's apartment is literally covered in swords and puppets. Those puppets. They are most likely the root of the nightmare you just had. Then you'd thank The Lord of dreams for allowing you to forget those puppets. Your Bro is the coolest and most ironic guy you know, besides yourself, of course.
Skaia high is in a remote place in Oregon, with first class dorms and classrooms, the place is funded by the extremely well known Crocker inc. which owns MANY companies and premesises. You live in Texas, so your Bro is going to drive you to the airport to get to Oregon.
You arrive at the airport, and after going through security and such, you sit down in one of the first class seats, because Skaia pays for flights. You absorb yourself in the chair and plug in your earbuds, listening to your favorite music (which you made of course). You fall asleep, and begin to dream.
Your name is John Egbert and today is your first day of school. You are one of the 1000 'special' people 'chosen' for Skaia high, the most acclaimed and hard to get into school. You pride yourself in being the most acclaimed and excellent prankster as well as the greatest fan of Nicolas Cage, who is your idol. This is proved by the great number of movie posters hung around your room.
You live with your father, who, unlike you, has a baking fetish. Your dad also has a weird clown obsession, you know this from the numerous harlequins scattered throughout your house. He seems to think that you like them, giving you loads of clown crap instead of the movie posters you love so much for your birthday.
Skaia high is in a remote place in Oregon, with first class dorms and classrooms, the place is funded by the extremely well known Crocker inc. which owns MANY companies and premesises. Crocker inc owns Betty Crocker, so you almost didn't apply, as you said before, you hate the Batterwitch and she must burn...
But coincidentally, your internet friend Dave was going, so you decided to apply as well.
Since you live in Washington, your father arranged for you to take a bus to the school, because he didn't want you alone on an airplane, plus Oregon was only like, a three hour drive from your house.
Of course, you fell asleep after ten minuets of riding in the bus, surrounded by other people who would attend the school, chatting up a storm. You drift off dreaming of Nic Cage and the Batterwitch finally dying.