S1-139
We need to talk
9:37 PM
08/26/3272
Planet Vez-2 - IMC HQ
Exterior
Music
Chibi-Robo: Plug Into Adventure - Night Play
With that Fallen Captain, Mithrax, having been sent to the House of Judgment in the Russian Cosmodrome, the good Fallen were beginning to grow.
Michael had notified Error Sans about this new version of Frisk that came from dimension 8. As a result, Error Sans had shared some information about one of those altered universes named 'Glitchtale'; a world he has yet to find.
That night, Michael was sitting outside in the recently added garden area of the IMC HQ, feeling the cool night air. Without him even noticing, someone sat next to him on the bench. It wasn't a Pilot, and it wasn't a Guardian, nor was it a Frame or a Simulacrum. It was a certain teenager... from another world.
There was silence between the two, as only one knew of the other's presence. "...Michael?" The Pilot turned around, seeing that other version of the Frisk he encountered before.
"Yeah? Is there something you need, Glitch Frisk?" Michael asked.
"Can we... Can we talk?"
Michael raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "About what?"
"What do you plan on doing with me?"
Thinking the question over, Michael listed a few possibilities. "Well, the World Gate currently connects us to worlds of two different types of reality. There's reality type A, where everything's normal, then there's reality type B, which seems to behave like a virtual world. I'm guessing you came from a world under the effects of reality type B. Now, to answer your question, I have a few ideas. We could send you to dimension 10, on the planet known as Far Eden, where Joule Adams will take care of you, but you should beware corrupted Corebots. Dimension 5 might be a good one, you could live in the town of Bellwood, where that world's greatest protector, Ben Tennyson, fights to keep everyone safe. Dimension 4 might also be a good choice, despite Earth being replaced by a planet named Atmos, but the defenders of that world, known as the Storm Hawks, could always use a new member. We're not doing dimension 2, because if the SCP Foundation were told how you came to be in this world, they might try to capture and contain you like an SCP. Then again, you could always stay with us, if that's what you want. It's your choice." With that, Michael got up and headed back inside.
Glitch Frisk thought over his choices, but he had more questions.
10:08 PM
08/26/3272
Planet Vez-2 - IMC HQ
Titan barracks
Music
Metroid: Other M - Training Chamber
As Glitch Frisk explored the IMC HQ, finding it almost empty since most of the Pilots were heading home for the day, he ended up in the Titan barracks. The PDA he picked up at the navigation chamber near the entrance of the IMC HQ helped him find his way around, and showed him a lot of information.
While looking over the inactive Titans, Glitch Frisk walked straight into someone, causing them both to fall on the ground. "Ouch... OK, I've gotta pay attention to where I'm going. That hurt..."
He reached over for the PDA, seeing a blue-gloved hand take hold of it as he grasped the device. Glitch Frisk looked at the owner of the hand, seeing a female Pilot with a blue and white striped SMR on her back and a Pulse Blade on her belt. The Pilot's hand was on top of his own.
He recoiled his hand in embarrassment and stumbled over his words a bit. "I-I-I'm sorry, m-m-ma'am! I didn't pay attention to where I was going!"
The Pilot got up and helped Glitch Frisk up to his feet. "No worries. Happens to the best of us. Here you go." She handed him the PDA he dropped before walking off.
As Glitch Frisk processed what just happened, he noticed Michael a few feet away, wearing a concerned expression on his face.
"What... just happened? Who was that?" Glitch Frisk asked.
"That... is my daughter." Michael replied.
Glitch Frisk looked back, seeing that Michael's daughter, Jenny, was nowhere to be seen.
He suddenly had the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Glitch Frisk turned around, finding that one of the Titans was now looking at him, the blue glow of the Vanguard optic, staring directly into his eyes.
"TN, enough!" Michael ordered.
"[Right.]" TN-9684 took her gaze off the teen, looking off into the expansive Titan barracks.
9:17 AM
08/27/3272
Planet Vez-2 - IMC HQ
Civilian quarters
Music
Chibi-Robo: Plug Into Adventure - Broad Daylight
When Glitch Frisk awoke in the civilian quarters of the IMC HQ, he was surprised to see that Frame, Alder 99-40, bringing him breakfast. Bacon and scrambled eggs in between two pieces of toast, just like a sandwich, and there was a glass of chocolate milk. "Good morning. Breakfast to start the day?" The Frame greeted, laying the tray on the bed.
As Alder 99-40 left the room, Michael walked in, without his Pilot armor. "Have a good sleep?" He asked.
"Yeah. I just can't help but feel like something's off."
"You were recently transformed from formerly corrupted and fragmented files that had signs of deletion into a body of matter created from said data files. That's not something you can just shrug off." There was truth in Michael's words, even Glitch Frisk could see that. "Glitch Frisk, if whatever tried to delete you ever comes knocking at our door, we'll give it a taste of its own medicine."
"Delete the deleter... That's ironic!" Glitch Frisk laughed.
"You think that's funny, huh?" Michael asked, wearing a smile on his face.
"Irony at its best! HA!"
"Knock knock." Here we go again...
"Who's there?"
"Doctor."
"Doc- PfpfHAHAHA! Doctor Who... That show is everywhere, isn't it?"
"My favorite."
"{C'mon, Michael... You must've told that joke like a trillion times by now!}" Rocco complained as he appeared, having had enough of that joke to last ten lifetimes.
Music
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End - Davy Jones (Music Box Version)
"What... What is that...?" Glitch Frisk gawked, pointing at the blue-shelled Ghost.
"That is my Ghost. His name is Rocco. Ghosts have a variety of incredible capabilities, including the ability to allow Guardians such as myself to come back to life. We Guardians are what stands between humanity and extinction."
10:31 AM
08/27/3272
Planet Vez-2 - IMC HQ
Hangar bay 5
Music
Metroid Prime 3: Corruption - Gunship theme
Later that day, while Michael was performing a diagnostic analysis on his ship, Glitch Frisk came out to see what he was up to. "Is there something you need?" The Pilot asked.
"It's about that world I came from."
"The world Error Sans referred to as 'Glitchtale'?"
"Yeah."
"I've been meaning to ask you about that. What exactly happened?"
"Well, I may have... messed up a few things. I had LV 19 in a Perfect Pacifist route, and I broke the RESET button. I became unstable, I had to leave the timeline, and I put Chara in my place."
Michael turned from his work to face Glitch Frisk. "That cretin? Have you lost your mind?!"
"Well, he has my memories now, and history has been altered. If I went back into the timeline, it would collapse on itself." Glitch Frisk explained.
"I don't really understand how you did that, but I'm just gonna go with it until we get some answers."
"That's not all. I was supposed to simply be erased entirely, but somehow I ended up in your 'World Gate'."
"Hmm... We might've used that Dimension Key at or near the exact point you put your change into effect, somehow making the World Gate go haywire and download a lot of random things into its databanks. The Dimension Key we were testing was shattered, the World Gate's arch was destroyed, and we mysteriously received a LOT of data, including fragmented and corrupted data files, which turned out to be you." Michael replied, seeing a connection between Glitch Frisk's explanation and the events the Pilot mentioned.
Suddenly, he figured out a theory. "I've got it! The World Gate interfaced with your world, then when you applied the changes, that created a dual reality feedback pulse, causing the World Gate to download large portions of your dimension, including your data as it was about to be erased!" Michael sure had a way of putting two and two together. Now he had another question. "What happened in your world anyway?"
Music
Metroid Fusion - Sector 1 (SRX) SR388 Simulation Area
Glitch Frisk thought about his words in order to explain what he went through, and the situation in the world he was once a part of. "In my world, which you're calling 'Glitchtale', there was this human-like entity named Betty Noire. She used fear to throw her opponents off-guard, then go in for the kill, all while wearing that sadistic grin. She can make you see your loved ones, even when they aren't really there, which makes you hesitant. Not only that, but she has Asriel under her total control!"
"So that's her weapon of choice, huh? Mind games? Cowardly, disappointing, and it just isn't right." Michael stated. It was then that the Pilot began to formulate a plan. "Betty's mind games, do they affect Monsters?"
"Yes, they do." Glitch Frisk answered.
"Hmm... If these mind games of hers affect humans and Monsters, then... Machines... I've got it! Simulacrums and Exos, all backed up by automated infantry! A mechanized response! Her mind games won't have any effect on hyper-advanced processors, which makes artificial constructs immune!" Michael had it all figured out.
"So, you're just gonna use robots on her?"
"Not just robots. BRD-01 'Spectre' Combat Drones are currently being used to drive out the Fallen House of Dusk on Earth, and they're doing an amazing job at it. Our Stalker drones may be slower, but that's due to the more resilient construction and the heavier armor. We're using those against the Hive that are still on Earth. Reapers are heavy autonomous war machines that straddle the line between Titans and Spectres, and can deal serious damage while being very difficult to kill. They also deploy target-seeking explosive drones known as Ticks. Reapers are fully automated, agile, relentless, well-armored, and deadly Anti-Titan units armed with rapid-fire launchers implanted in their forearms that fire plasma-based explosive projectiles known as Reaper Rockets. Ticks, like I stated before, are spider-like drones that actively seek out targets before self-detonation. Betty won't stand a chance against the IMC's automated infantry units."
"You guys are just insanely geared up and ready to end any war before it even begins, aren't you?" Glitch Frisk wondered.
"Eh, getting there. But we're close."
11:47 AM
08/27/3272
Planet Vez-2 - IMC HQ
Sim pod chamber
Music
Metroid: Other M - Training Chamber
Glitch Frisk was waiting by one of the Hammond Pilot Certification Simulators, watching the virtual Pilot training sequences on a nearby monitor. Michael was in that certain Training Pod. He watched as Michael performed acrobatic marvels with the JumpKit, turned himself invisible to sneak past three guards, practiced basic combat, trained with a Smart Pistol MK5 and an R-101C Carbine, threw Frag Grenades into windows, eradicated all simulated infantry in a virtual scenario environment, destroyed a training Titan with a Sidewinder, called down an Atlas-class Titan with a basic loadout, demolished more infantry, practiced the Titan dash system and Vortex Shield, retrained himself for Titan AI control, and decimated ten virtual training Titans. Glitch Frisk had a perfect idea of just how powerful a Pilot could potentially become.
Music
Metroid: Samus Returns - File Select
At that point, the Training Pod opened up, and a computerized voice was heard coming from within. "For your safety, please stay in the Training Pod to regain your equilibrium." Michael got up and out of the Pod, having already regained his equilibrium.
"After all these centuries, I finally got my twentieth sim-run." Michael said to himself, then noticed Glitch Frisk standing there. "Can I... help you? Do you still have questions to ask?"
"When I woke up in that 'I-M-S Olympus', I thought I saw the Grim Reaper. Know anything about that?"
"Grim Reaper... Oh, you mean the Shadow! Death and I are two sides of a coin. The Shadow prefers to go by the name 'Death', since his abilities and appearance are actually inspired by an ancient folktale: the Grim Reaper." Michael explained.
"I guess that makes sense. And I've actually read some things about this 'Shadow'. Hang on a minute... Did you say 'centuries'?"
"Well, yeah. Ever since my Ghost, Rocco, brought me back to life the first time, I became immortal, which is normal for Guardians."
"What's it like to be immortal? Do you miss your parents?" Glitch Frisk asked.
"Parents? I was raised by Spyglass, a modified and sentient Spectre android! There was no record of my birth parents! My DNA, despite being consistent with that of normal human beings, had no match with ANY known individual recorded in Frontier history, IMC, Militia, or civilian! My origins are unknown."
"I... I'm sorry..."
"It's OK. It wasn't your fault."
Music
none
An uncomfortable silence filled the room for a few long moments before being broken. "I think I'm done asking questions now." Glitch Frisk stated.
"I'm not in the mood to be answering them anymore anyway. Glitch Frisk, if you have any more questions, consult that IMC PDA." Michael said, walking away.
Well, that took me a while.
Sorry for the lack of action, but with a chapter like this, what would I do? And yes, I spared Mithrax when I actually played the mission in the previous chapter. Where he went next in Destiny 2 is... a bit of a mystery. Nobody knows.
Anyway, with that being said and done, I'll see you next time, and the next chapter will be the last I'll post before the Destiny 2 Forsaken DLC goes live... in September. It's June right now. 2:39 AM, 6/29/2018 at the time of me posting this chapter, meaning I'll have about twenty minutes before I have to... what was that phrase again... 'hit the hay'.
Oh boy, it's gonna be a looong wait... Oh, and I preordered on Xbox One, so I get Cayde's stash.
Wait... Why am I still writing? Good night!