White
So much white.
If I could speak that likely would've been my first words, first thoughts of the first things I could see. Only if it were too early to do any of that. Not much, but simple enough thoughts are too much for even me.
Not for long I suspect.
Accurate too I suppose, so too was my actual first feeling. A precursor, a harbinger.
"What a mess," A deep voice echoes, a dark figure murders at the edge of my mind. Outside, inside, the voice was everywhere all at once. I felt it hum, and my blood boiled with aprehension. "What to do, what to do?"
Cold
Felt before I thought, when I couldn't think at all.
The wrongness of it reminded me of life, of where there should've been warmth.
And wasn't.
The pain in being brought me to scream, empty sounds that attracted attention regardless. I could feel something gazing apathetically down onto me. Looking past me given its lack of focus, it would've broken me if it had. Darkness without the dark.
Howls
If I could hear, I still would not have heard them. Too distant, too close together, connected but not harmonious. Alien sounds that went on for far too long, beyond what any beast should be capable of. No difference, a dozen voices all in the same tone coming from a dozen places.
An imitation of what it was meant to replace.
"My brother once cared for the things here, which no longer seems to be the case. He does bore easily," The thing spoke again, to me or to itself. I couldn't tell the difference, and the words pulled at me. So softly, so darkly at all the corners of me. "Or perhaps it is simply his incompetence, in that he shares with his puppet. What incongruence."
Fire
A promise of an ancient safety, of familiarity. The crackling snapped and popped, painting shadows on walls and people I couldn't see. Nourishment purifying, sanctifying with the dense 'what could be's'. Energy, to start again with life like likeness. The blessing to remember
"He dared to dabble, to defy his own laws," The voice seemed to cling to every word that came before, sharpened. "Perhaps I should do the same, just as he changed everything I shall too."
Pain
Reminds the mind of life's presence, of aversion to prolonged agony. A growing thing, the forgotten memory. People hidden behind masks. Visage, voices, and verity. A mockery of the long gone cold, contagion, and chaos outside. Unsettling down to my bones, instinctual warning of the humanity without a face. My tongue tasted blood, my fear held their attention.
Sparing no sympathy.
"Live twice," The voice whispered, distant now. "Die once."
Echo
Was how the air felt, different now as absolution becomes a far off probability. Memories that don't belong, here or there a difference hardly matters. A temporary bliss, unity in universal beginning. Days crawled by, lessons and lesions. Weighty, with displacement of a physical kind. A new [System] to grow accustomed to, just as the days passed slower than before.
Like lies on the wind.
More of a prologue than a chapter tbf
Author notes:
Yeh I know this came out of no where. I'm frazzled but doing better in college etc(ya know how it be), depending on when this comes out this might be 1 of many chapters uploaded at once. I'll be cross posting on QQ. I had ui issues with AO3, working on it. (Considered SB, thinking on it) If I haven't uploaded a MHA or FE chapter yet, know that I will. I'm just being wishy washy about my concept writing. Officially? This will be my SI/Gamer fic, MHA will be a more eldritch horror fic(maybe), and the FE will be alt Robin origin fic. I have like a mixed assortment of 10~ chapters that are all half done, so this is how this particialar fic is going to go. 1 current time chapter, followed by 1 flashback chapter whose introduction is refenced in the prevous chapter until it gets sorted out. (yall smart enough to know what foreshadowing is) I'll try not to over do the edginess, at least make the grimmness hah have a bit of common sense to it. If you were wondering if I was going to revamp my first fic ever the answer is, no. To much work and that ideas I did have was built on misconceptions after lore in both series. Its a shitshow, hopefully this wont be.
I have nothing organized rn Ima be real for a sec with yall
Got 4 google docs, too little caffeine and a dream. Working on 2 fic at once, shit is not advised.
I am temporarily scrapping the MHA fic, if someone wants to take the chapter and use it as a template for something I don't mind. (I consider it more a one shot than anything else at this point) I do want to do something with Eldritch horror so that might end up im my fire emblem fic.
Story Notes:
Now to the actually relevant stuff.
I have a lot of bones to pick with rwby so I'll do in small rants than in one 100k rant.
I wanna keep most of the alterations within the story, however a of stuff might feel forced if I do it that way. So instead I'm dumping it all here at the end, anything that doesn't make the cut gets explained here. Why don't I just destroy and build a new RWBY out the ashes completely? Cus Rwby had potential, it just needed more time to cook and some focus to iron out the issues.
TLDR: I'm lazy, and writing a [System] is already enough work.
so
Example: Why are the gods?
CRWBY got lazy and decided to copy RvB, and it took a hit to quality the same way RvB did. It's not unfixable, but since we got like 15 lines of dialogue from them, no one really cares about the stakes that hinge on them. Sad times.
Why are the gods choosing 2 random idiots to do their bidding? (Oz and obvious SI)
My fanon answer: Efficiency and effectiveness, the gods are constantly bickering being that they are opposites basically and act through proxies so they don't have to go looking through metaphorical hay stacks. They could do it themselves, but delegating tasks is an important skill even gods can understand.
Will the god's be more active/present than they are in canon if thats the case? No. Why? Their motives/goals are different, but different in the sense that their absence makes more sense.
What do the gods want then? For the laws of the universe to favor their preferred outcomes. Essentially? The gods of light and dark are not literally gods of those things. Like humans call them that. 'Light' is closer to the 'result', and 'darkness' is closer to 'process'. Imagine if the formula and solution parts of math had individuality.
Why Oz? (Spoilers)
Why me? Who else? Obama, actually might be a funny blooper to write.
If you can't tell, there is technically 2 people in the story with Gamer powers. Or just abnormally powerful, I haven't settled on just how much power I want to alter of Oz's and Salem's.
Wouldn't Salem technically be the dark god's chosen? Technically she has powers from both gods, so. . . Salem is special in a different way compared to Oz and me, .
What the fuck is this first champter? Idk man, I don't have witness testimony of what it's liek to be born so I did what I could. I hope it was sufficiently vague enough.
Are you going to abando this wone too? Fuck off, I'm editing my other story. I'm slow, sue me. All seriousness though? I have like 7-8 chapters half written, I just have to fill into 20 pages worth of dialogue to bridge the gap and it'll be good. I wish i could manually trigger the Zone or just fast forward through it all. I will do it though.
I fuckin ACHE. ugh You ever get a pain in chest where you can't breathe and swear your about to die, I've got that sort of feeling in my thighs and fingers. Not debilitating, just, tiring I guess. I swear this has got to be the gayest way to die, or maybe I'm just getting old. Swear to god if this turns out to be a genuine medical issue Ima kill a man
I still don't like the formatting on this site lol