Next chapter is a go! I won't hold off on this for too long, so let's get into it!

I really wanna go onto writing the later chapters, so these few might be a little rushed or feel a little incomplete. Apologies in advance I guess.

Some time has passed between the time since the last chapter. Unspeakable acts have been committed by Draxian. Unspeakable acts that will now be spoken.

Under the control of Ouroborous, he's been out, going into alternate universes, slaughtering masses of people and going out kidnapping people that Ouroborous had set as targets, of people who had secret power, slowly raising an army of minions for him. Over the course of one month, he'd gathered up well over 10,000 people, and ended the lives of 100 times the amount.

However, during this time, odd things have started happening around some of the worlds that he hasn't been to yet. Not only that, but also inside of him as well. At this point, he had internally given up on getting his body back under his control. Not doing anything for the rest of his life sounded really good to him, at this point at least.

But...

There was one person who didn't. A rather important person. Even though she's not a person.

She'll come back into play soon.

Right now, we'll focus on his most recent trip, into an almost barren, generic post-apocalyptic world. Where he was sent was an almost completely empty city. Key word being almost.

There was only one single person inside. Someone who Draxian hasn't faced before, yet is somehow familiar with. A red-haired girl. With nice tiddies.

I think most of us know who she is.

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Out in this utterly destroyed city, Draxian wandered with absolutely no direction whatsoever. He walked into buildings, the walls of the buildings, through the floor, all while completely unfazed by doing so. Doing this, however, caused a lot of buildings to fall, and creating shockwaves all around the area. And it disturbed the beauty sleep of the only living resident. And she was not happy.

"Ugh...Honestly." she complained after getting up very slowly. "Who the hell is making all this noise? I made sure no one would get in here without me knowing..."

She rubbed her eyes and face, and sluggishly got out of her hammock, which was hanging daintily from two walls on the inside of a building that hadn't fallen over yet. It was on the roof, inside of the stairwell leading there, where she could get a good view of the horizon. The very bleak and dark horizon.

But, just as she was about to hit the ground, the floor began to rumble; the burned out coals from the fire that kept her from freezing the night before, along with the dust and rubble, began to move around. Her bag, which read "Linda" on it in small letters that looked like a mix between sans and papyrus, started flopping around the floor as if there were something inside of it.

Seeing this, her quick, ninja-like reflexes motioned her to hastily reach for her pair of gloves before she fell out of her bed. They were always right beside her in case she needed them. One was blue, named "Freedom", and the other red, "Justice".

As she reached for them, she put them on faster than the eye can blink, but she was about to hit the floor. You wont believe the next thing she does.

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To be continued...

AHA!

CLICKBAIT!

YOU DIDN'T SEE IT COMING DID YOU?

Originally this was supposed to go on a little longer.

But then I thought of this.

And the moment was too great to pass up.

I hope that whoever's reading this likes really bad cliffhangers.

As per usual, there's references here, and one of them so obvious you would probably slap yourself if you didn't see it before.

I appreciate any and all reviews. Including the ones that would probably say how bad this story is.

Because I'll just laugh at it.

Also, the whole "To be continued" thing, i got from watching JoJo. Specifically because Roundabout by Yes is supposed to play there.

The rest of the JoJo references will come when they get there.

Thanks again, though.

And without further ado, good luck!