Hello once more my ever lovely and ever loyal peeps and peeplips!
So, went to the movies and watched "John Wick Chapter 4" and, oh boy, what can i say? That movie hit hard, it hit hard in the actions, the characters, the awesome yet hilarious fight scenes and at the end of it all, the ending that was...My god, that was a heartbreaker. I mean, from a story telling standpoint, the ending was perfect.
Just prefect yet my dad still thinks they'll be making another John Wick, probably on the bases the movie title says "Chapter 4" and not "Final Chapter" and the fact John 'death' happened off screen, even though he seemly died on the church's steps from his grievous wounds. I mean, i kind of predicated that would happen, as dangerous and good as old Johnny boy was, he was only human.
One that got hurt.
A lot.
Like A LOT.
Now, i love John Wick, i love the movies and everything fits so perfectly but the man is only human. Seriously, has anyone just made a little series of John getting hurt, it be over ten minutes long. I know the hero getting hurts is a good way to tell a story but damn, does John endure such punishing blow after blow, after blow that would either cripple most people or outright kill them. In the Four Chapter, it see John getting throw off building and hitting everything before crashing, quite hard i might add on the cold unforgiving ground. That isn't even including at the near end of the movie, poor John gets knocked down over 200 stairs steps AFTER climbing to the top, only to get knocked back down and having to start all over again.
Talk about a giant screw you.
But yeah, you can't keep getting your ass so badly beaten as John did without some consequences and for once, there are no dogs killed within the making of this epic movie.
You hear that first movie?! DON'T KILL CUTE PUPPIES! IT'S CUREL AND ISN'T RIGHT AT ALL!
Okay, rate over, now moving onto the story, this will be a more or less, catching up section of the story and origin explaining. Namely his family line, how he came to be and what his connection to the Fazbear horror. It'll be a bit shorter then the pervious chapters but it will involve a lot more heavy diolague, so i think that will make up for the shortness of the chapter and help push the story forward. So as always i own nothing but my OC.
So please read, review and "What the fuc-BOOM"
Chapter 4: The Mazoku Family And The Moon Man
12:48 AM, Shower Rooms, First Floor
After months on the streets, moving from one rundown shelter to another, surviving brutal storm after storm the hot water was nothing short of heavenly to Gregory as he was finally able to wash off months of dirt. The sweet scent of pizza coming from just beyond the shower curtain and the promise of fresh clothing make the deal all the sweeter, part of him wanting to rush this heavenly shower to get them but the rest of him was just too happy to leave the warm confines of the hot shower.
But all good things had to come to an end and new good things to replace the old good things.
At least it does for Gregory, as he finishes his shower, grabbing a fresh Freddy themed towel and washed drayed himself off, as he existed the shower, he spotted a red star sweater shirt, with a pair of black shorts and Freddy themed shoes. Xero had taken point in keeping an eye out for any would be party crashers walking in on them.
Thankfully, after smashing and tearing off the heads of several STAFF bots that attempted to either kill Xero or take Gregory, the duo had finally found a little peace in the bath/shower rooms. After getting dressed in his new clothing, discarding the ones he had since the day he ran away, Gregory went to grab a slice of pizza with a bottle of water next to it, when his protector walked back in with a smile.
"Looks good on you kiddo."
"Thanks." Gregory bite into the pizza before asking, "So, what are you? Like one of those mutants, I've seen on TV?" Cause if he was, that would totally be awesome, and it would improve his chances of survival a whole hell of a lot more.
Xero, however just laughed, "Not quite kiddo. What i am, how i can heal from life threatening injuries is as i said, a long story. You sure you want to know, because it's a long tale."
"Well, we're stuck in here till six AM with a bunny obsessed killer coming after us with an army of robots at her beck and call, so i think i got some time to listen to a story." To prove a point, Gregory got into a comparable position, sitting down, giving Xero his full attention like a child would when listening to a teacher even going so far as to cross his legs.
Xero, seeing Gregory wanted the full story, sighed in registration, idly wondering if he should reveal this information before he decided it didn't matter. Gregory was just a kid that got wrapped up in some bullshit involving him and after everything he'd been through, he's more than earned knowledge very few outside of his family knew. Even if the law was clear that any and all things regarding their world should stay a secret from as many non-Magi's as possible, expectation could be made.
But with the way things are now in this day in age, with technology evolving further and further, that law might become meaningless in his long lifetime.
"Very well then, to understand how i gained these abilities, you must understand my family's history." Xero said, as he sat opposite of Gregory, crossing his own legs, "To start with, i am not a mutant Gregory but i'm not fully human either. I am what you would call a hybrid."
"A hybrid?" Gregory titled his head, water dripping from his short brown hair, "What's that?"
"A hybrid is a thing made by combining two different elements: a mixture. For example, the offspring of two plants or animals of different species or varieties, such as a mule. That mule is a hybrid of a donkey and a horse mixing DNA together. DNA is basically what makes up our bodies, what decides how our bodies will grow into if we will have brown hair or black. Skin tone, eye color and even sometimes, how tall we grow and even our gender. Does that make sense?"
"I think so. So, this 'DNA' is what makes us, us?"
"Physical wise at any rate." Xero said offhandedly, as he shook his head, "Anyway, i am a hybrid of human and a creature known as a Yoma. Yoma are beings that feed on human flesh and blood. They can shape-shift into human form that allows them to live among humans. Yeah, pretty gross huh?" He smiled grimly at Gregory's horrified look, "They're like zombies only Yoma have strength and speed beyond humans and can regenerate damaged bodies at incredible speeds. Yoma in their true state have golden cat-like eyes, razor sharp teeth and claws, muscular, elongated limbs and torsos, purple blood and brown, purple, gray or green skin."
"Like what you looked like against Vanny!" Gregory exclaimed, as Xero nodded.
"That's right. The creatures used a demonic energy we call Yoki. Yoki, otherwise known as quite literally 'Demonic Energy' is the energy of a Yoma. When a Warrior is created, then assimilates the Yoki of the particular Yoma used to create them, which is a variable in determining on the level of strength they use. Claymores use certain amounts of Yoki to increase their strength, speed, or rate of regeneration, and many use their Yoki to be able to create special, unique, and/or advanced moves."
"A warrior?"
"This is where our tale begins, kiddo. Long ago, before recorded history, the Yoma hunted mankind. to sate their bloodlust. These creatures were not only strong and powerful but once they took on a human form, it was nigh impossible to find them unless they want you too. Usually when they want to eat someone's guts."
"Gross."
"Very gross." He nodded at Gregory's line of thought, "Knowing normal humans, trained or not, would stand no chance against these creatures, a group of people came together to create Warriors. Sometimes they were called 'Claymores' and even 'Sliver Eyed Witch's' due to the fact they're main weapon of choice was a massive blade known as a claymore and the fact, once a person became a Warrior, their eyes would turn sliver."
"But your eyes are purple." Gregory pointed out, as Xero nodded again, raising a hand to his eye and pointing towards his clearly purple eye color.
"Indeed, they are. This was during the first generation of Warriors within my family, on my mother's side. Well, my grandmother's side of the family, as it was my first grandfather that had the purple eye color and after generations of evolution the purple eye color won dominance in our gene pool. It's very common in my family, my clan to be identified by our purple eye color, jet black hair and pale skin. But back to the Warriors, they weren't exactly stronger than Yoma and could not freely use 100 percent of their Yoki, least they lose themselves to the Yoma with themselves, becoming what is known as an Awakened Being. I'll touch up on that later but for the most part, Warriors had to be smarter than the Yoma and given that many liked to brute force their way through things, not to mention arrogant as all get out, it was a case of Brawns vs Brains. Most of the time."
"Most of the time?"
"Sadly, evolution is a thing you see. Warriors didn't just hunt Yoma but other Warriors who had Awakened and those were in a class of their own, far surpassing normal Yoma in terms of power, skill, speed, strength and even regeneration as well in some cases. All Warriors however possess enhanced hearing, with superior smelling capabilities and even have a sort of night vision with our Yoma eyes, so that's a nice plus. You see, Warriors have two types: Defenesive and Offensive types. Defensive, as the name suggests, is a defender type. In easy terms, these Warriors have Strong survival instinct. Regeneration ability superior to the offensive type. They may have less fighting potential than the offensive type, but they can most certainly hold their own and you find it hard to kill them as they can keep going. Offensive types however have stronger killer instinct. Their regeneration ability are inferior to a Defensive Type but have higher fighting potential than Defensive types."
"So...Defensive types have better guarding abilities and a stronger regeneration. But Offensive types have better fighting skills, and senses?" At the older man's nodding, the boy wrinkled his nose, "Sounds complicated."
"It is but you can think of it like this: One is a Glass cannon and the other is a tank in comparison."
"Glass cannon?" Xero sighed, as he brought a hand to his face at Gregory's questioning look. Right, Gregory, while smart and a survivor, was still just a kid.
"A glass cannon is basically a person or unit with strong offensive power but weak defensive capabilities."
"Okay, so which one are you?"
"Me? Well, my first ancestor, the Warrior known as Phantom Miria or as i like to call her, Granny Miria was an Offensive type. So, as one can expect, i'd be an Offensive type as well but years of evolution and changing have upped my regeneration to be as good as a Defensive type. That in on itself is another story altogether, so i won't go to in-depth but needless to say, i like to think i live up to her title of Phantom. So, next question?"
"What was the catch in becoming a Warrior?"
Xero smiled at Gregory question, smart boy, "The catch? The catch was that it's incredibly painful process for one to become a Warrior in the first place. In today's age, people would have less than a fifty percent chance of surviving the transformation and even back then, many people weren't exactly very healthy to begin with, which means the survival rate was even lower. To the point it be about thirty percent chance of survival for those who chose to become a Warrior. That's not even including the fact that once a Warrior becomes a full fledge Warrior, they are constantly at war with the Yoma within them."
"At war?"
"Yes." Xero frowned, remembering Miria's struggles, her pain to keep the monster within her in check, via her memories, "For the first generation of Warriors within my family, were created by embedding Yoma flesh and blood into their bodies through an incision made from the throat to the mons pubis. This incision never heals. The incision is held together through a series of stitches throughout the life of the claymore. The transformation is extremely painful, as long as the transplant does not adapt to the human body. Side effects include loss of pigment in the hair, skin and eyes, resulting in all Warriors having silver eyes, pale unblemished skin and light to silvery blonde hair. A few also develop pointed, elf-like ears. It may also be possible that hair growth is stemmed after the creation of a Warrior. Well, that or due to the simple fact they never have a chance nor the care to actually cut their hair and most are females as well."
"Why only females?"
"Because, as the Organization, the ones who created the Warriors to battle the Yoma, had no qualms over their strength, but they were found to be more prone to awakening due to their inability to resist the urge, as the Awakening process brings sensations akin to..." Xero tried to find the right word without ruining whatever innocence Gregory had left, before he finally settled on, "...longing for power." Sexual pleasure actually but the boy didn't need to know that.
"Okay, but wouldn't women have the same problem?"
"Oh yeah, for certain but the Organization became selective on who they chose to become their new Warriors. The Organization takes in young girls, typically orphans, abandoned children, and survivors of Yoma attacks - though they may also purchase them from their families or villages, seeing as they have both the drive to survive and a good reason why NOT to allow themselves to Awaken. Of course, there were male Warriors during the very first generation of Warriors, not Mazoku's and as time went on, the Organization became better at picking candidates. But during Miria's generation, things had changed for the better and worse."
"For the better and worse?"
"Yes, as it turned out, the Organization were the ones creating the Yoma."
"WHAT?!" Gregory actually shouted, eyes wide in horror, "Why?! Why would anyone do that?"
"Why would someone kill kids?" Xero words cut the wings out of Gregory's sails, "Why would someone rape another person? Why would someone butcher others for no other reason than they could? The simple answer Gregory can boil down to three things: Greed, Power, and general apathy towards everyone and everything. But the reason why, is because these bastards wanted living weapons."
"Living weapons?"
"I won't go into detail as it doesn't matter but one thing you should know, is that a Warrior's life is a very harsh one. Despite protecting humans, Claymores are usually feared and shunned due to their incredible powers, their relation to Yoma, and their typically aloof attitudes. The normal humans often refer to them 'silver-eyed witches/slayers' or 'monsters.' Family members of individuals impersonated by Yoma tend to be banished from villages out of fear that they might be Yoma too, as experienced by many unfortunate souls are often young girls who suffered this fate or are survivors of villages and towns wiped out by Yoma. Due to their background, Yoma blood, training, social isolation and harsh lives, Warriors tend to be outwardly cold, unexpressive and emotionless. Warriors live unhappy, lonely lives due to their solitary lifestyle and the knowledge that the only thing they have to look forward to is either death or Awakening. Some become hot-tempered and aggressive. Some suffer from psychological problems and mental instability, most often due to emotional trauma, and others, become homicidal killers who enjoy taking any form of life, more savage than the Yoma they hunt. Generally, companionship with humans is avoided and due to the fact Warriors have a, what i like to call, 'False Immortality' having eternal youth due to their conditions, it is only inevitable they will outlive the companion. When a Warrior dies, her sword is used as her grave marker."
"That's...insane." Gregory's eyes were wide and unblinking, listening with rapt attention, as Xero weaved his tale.
"Yep, and the worst part is, that the leaders of the Organization deliberately leaked how Warriors were created, so normal people would fear them, regardless of the protection they provide. Not only did it ensure that the Warriors would have no one if they decided to run, it made them completely depended on the Organization for anything and everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything. Clothing, money, missions, etc. It was a dangerously brilliant and calculated move on their part and would have worked, had it not been for the simple fact their methods became a bit too obvious."
"Too obvious?"
"Well, even if history wasn't recorded during that time, people remember. Certain things, actions, events and the way they were treated started to build. Granny Miria wasn't the first to suspect the Organization's motives and their true intentions, but she was the only one that was successful in figuring out what was truly going on."
"How?"
"A combination of pure dumb luck and a lot of sacrifices made by their sisters in arms to ensure their survival." Xero closed his eyes, remembering seeing the battle of the North were only seven of the twenty-four sent to deal with the Awakened army survived. Shaking his head, Xero reopened his eyes as he looked down at a still eagerly looking Gregory, wanting to know more, "Long story short, Miria's plan of 'Play Dead' worked. You don't look for a dead person and after a long, long time, Miria was able to unite the remaining Warriors to turn against the Organization, defeating them for good. With the Organization gone, the Yoma faded into history and the Warriors were able to live normal lives and even find love. Granny Miria settled down with my very first grandfather, Aurelius Mazoku, an 'alchemist' of sorts that was able to heal Granny's Miria's scars and allow her to give birth to their children. Funny enough our last name is very appropriate for us, as Mazoku, in Japanese translates to 'Supernatural Beings'. So really, the name fits us very well." Especially when you considered that many believe magic could only be wielded by supernatural beings and not just Magus humans. Xero decided to use 'Alchemist' rather than Magus, as it was the law to never reveal your status as a Magus unless under extreme circumstances. That also included the creation and fall of the Magus kingdom Avalon, the Goddess of Magic the one that gifted all Magus their magic, etc. Unless..."Hey kid, what are you going to do when this is all over."
Xero's question made Gregory and look down, as he furrows his brows in thought, "I-i don't know. I mean, i suppose i'll just go back to-"
"After this is all over, how 'bout I adopt you kiddo?" Gregory's eyes shot up to Xero, as he smiled, "You don't have anywhere else to go, yeah? And you seem like a fun kid to have around."
"YES!" The boy shouted, before blushing brightly at his own outburst, as he rubbed his head before shyly saying, "Y-yeah, i would like that. Very much." A thought then hit the brown-haired boy, as he turned back to his protector, "Say, what are YOU doing here anyway? I came here to escape the bunny lady and get some food." Not a complete lie but not the whole truth either.
Xero sighed again, this time looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought, "That Gregory is because i'm finishing what my mother started."
"Your mother?"
He smiled sadly down at the younger boy, "My mother, Lilith Mazoku took me to one of the OG locations of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. My best friend Charlie and i used to have little play dates all the time there, was one of the best days of my life." He then frowned, as his lips thinned, "Then it all came to end when the murders begin and the one behind it all was a man named Willaim Afton."
"Willaim Afton?" Gregory felt shocked and horror run through his body at the word Afton. No, no way, it had to be a coincidence, that's all it was! Oblivious or just too lost in memories to notice the horror on the young boy's face, Xero kept talking.
"Yeah, the man in the Golden Bonnie suit, using them to not only cover his tracks but used the suit itself to lure children to the back rooms to kill them. Charlie was his first victim and honestly i came very close to becoming one of those victims, but mother always kept a close eye on me, especially when the murders begin to happen. When she found him, she..." Stuffed him in the very same suit he used to kill children, made the springlocks go off, slicing into his body that would result in unimageable pain and locked him in one of the secret safe rooms for good measure, "Dealt with him." Xero then gained a hard look, as he looked down at Gregory, "But some way, somehow he's back and now, i will finish what my mother started. But before i can deal with him, i have to ensure your safe."
Because he was just a kid that got wrapped up in some murder conspiracy with that thing and the bunny lady. Now he was, once again, getting in the way and making Xero's job all the harder to do. Biting his lip, the boy looked up at his protector, "Xero, i-"
DUUUUMMMMM
Suddenly the lights went off, plunging the two into darkness, much to their surprise. The Magus looked around, not expecting this, "What the hell?"
"Gregory, Xero the lights are out and the daycare attendant is on the lose." Freddy's voice suddenly came over their Fazwatches, making the pair look down to see Freddy, still in the recharge station, "The lights should come back on soon but right now, you need to run. He is almost-"
"Naught boy, naughty boy~" A creepy voice spoke from above the duo, making them look up to see the daycare attendant. The attendent was a lanky looking machine with a jester theme. Wearing a a star decorated night-cap with a small white knob on the top. He wears a grey top with buttons and has puffy blue pants dotted with stars. He has blue and yellow/gold frills on its neck and waist, orange shoes with small moon symbols on them, and what appears to be bells around his wrists. The thing twisted it's head around, looking at Gregory with red eyes, "It's past your bedtime. Nighty, night~"
He lunged himself towards Gregory, making the boy scream in fright, only for Xero to appear in front of the small robot, backhanding it away and sending it sprawling on the floor, "Gregory, run!"
"But-"
"Go!"
Gritting his teeth, Gregory did as he was told, running out of the bath/shower room, with the daycare attendant attempting to follow, only to be stopped by Xero getting in his way,"That," The Magus cracked his knuckles, glaring down at the strange animatronic known as Moondrop, as Gregory spirted away from him and making sure to plant himself between them. As he flared his Yoki, making his eyes glow gold "was a bad move."
The animatronics in a very creepy way, rightened himself up, making his joints creek as his own glowing red eyes illumined in the darkness between them, "The Meddler, it's past your bedtime." Hutching over, the creepy animatronic flexed his fingers, like he was posing to jump, "It's time to put you to sleep, FOREVER."
With Gregory
Gregory huffed as he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him.
Outrunning that thing, that wired Moondrop guy or whatever and leaving his protector behind made Gregory feel bad but he knew all he would do is get in the way. After the story he was told, how Xero gained his abilities and what he truly was had blown the boy's mind out of the water. It also made him feel less guilty and more assured about taking Xero's words to heart.
"After this is all over, how 'bout i adopt you kiddo? You don't have anywhere else to go, yeah? And you seem like a fun kid to have around."
Those words made a warmth Gregory hadn't felt in months pool in his stomach as he smiled giddy at the thought of gaining a new home, a new family. Before his mind could catch up to what his mouth said, Gregory knew he would have said yes either way. Even if it was too good to be true, an opportunity like this was one he couldn't pass up.
There was just simply no way he could pass up such a opportunity and while this may have been a hasty decision, Gregory honestly felt safe with Xero. Despite only meeting him barely an hour ago, for the first time in months, he finally found an adult he trusts. He may have been a smart kid but Gregory was just that, a kid. One that has been living on the streets and was desperate to find a new home, so if his protector wants to give him one, after re-killing an old serial killer who was probably trying to kill him, then fine by Gregory!
Entering the elevator, pushing the Freddy shaped button, Gregory smiled. Things were finally-
SHRIEK
Only for a pair of metal hands forcing opening the doors, making the boy's heart clench and the blood in his veins to turn to ice. No way, could it be-
"Take a map, take a map, take a map."
Only to sigh in relief, to see it was just one of those STAFF bots with a damn map in his hands. Shaking his head, Gregory tried to take the map to get this stupid thing out of the elevator-
"Out of my way!"
Only for the bot to be shoved aside by VANESSA!
"GOTACHA!"
Done and OH NO!
VANESSA HAS CAPTURED GREGORY! AND, okay, let's be honest, we all know this was coming, as this does happen in the game but after the Daycare incident and later on in the game, but this is my story and i ran this show. So naturally, the "Here's Vanny" sequences is going to happen, it'll happen a little bit differently, as this is still pretty early in the night and plenty of horror awaits our trio.
Read on to find out more, my lovely peeps!
Devil out!