RECORD OF RAGNAROK: MULTIVERSE SURVIVAL
終末のワルキューレ: 多元宇宙の生存
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-Mmmm-character speaking.
-(mmmm)-character thinking.
-[mmmm] -voice on call or microphone.
(Record of Ragnarok: Multiverse Survival Opening Version 3 -Kamigami)
The first thing to appear on the screen is the image of a flaming meteor beginning to descend towards the earth.
But in that he is stopped in the sky at the moment when the fire goes out, revealing to actually be a great coliseum floating high in the sky.
"slay! slay! human slay!"
"seimei keizoku yousei"
In one section of the stands, various gods or divine beings are shown, several of them raising their fists in the air while 11 gods were seen in the arena.
"slay! slay! human slay!"
"seimei keizoku yousei"
... kamigami kami
The other section, which had several humans, they let out war cries while in the arena in front of the gods there were 11 humans.
In that appears the title of the Fic covered in flames:
Record of Ragnarok: Multiverse Survival 終末のワルキューレ: 多元宇宙の生存
Eeru bosshuu gunshuu tomurai
Genomu hikisakareta roopu naki ruuru
Hikanu People
Borukeeno okosu gurooru
Mushaburui wanawana... geemupurei tawamure
The image of Shiva appears who was stretching all his limbs.
Loki is then shown landing to the ground as chains move past him, Ares leaning against a wall with Hermes next to him.
Next, Poseidon is shown turning his back without looking straight ahead, the point of his trident striking the ground, while in front of him is a hunched image of a small god holding a large weapon.
Odin is then shown sitting on his throne with his expressionless face.
Saa human race
Zanpai de kieru unmei? aragau deki reesu?
(sei! sei! sei! sei! sei no sesshou kusee ito seigi)
The next thing to show is an image of a boy with a great sword throwing a slash in front, then a man appears from the front looking distracted and then he opens his eyes which seemed to shine.
He then changed to a man leaping forward to launch a flying kick to the front and immediately falling another figure launched a downward slash with a sword.
PIG ijou DOG miman reijou iware wa dema meido wa rinkyou
Hanbun kami hikiiru einheryaru rengou
Araburu raundo refurii handan iran
The city/arena is shown from the sky before zooming in on Jeffrey who was removing his hood while behind him was the silhouette of Jeff the Killer.
In front of him, Hercules looks at him seriously as he swings his club and then points it at Jeffrey.
In response, Jeffrey runs to him as he pulls a knife out of his bag.
Hai horobi adauchi chansu
Bibite wa oru mai?
Juusan shimai no nehan verundo bantai
Chinurareta senjou rerijon tenbatsu taimu
Good luck!
Brunhilde and Geir are then shown watching the fight from a box, Geir nervously pumping her fists, while Brunhilde smiles.
Immediately the Guardian is shown in a room looking straight ahead at 11 holograms with seriousness and then smiling.
Then the image of a large room with 10 female figures surrounded by energy appears.
Zenchi zennou no zeusu zange nonfikushon
Denguri gaeshi de geppu haku
Biggu ban nanzo noogaado kuria
People people people meiyo GET BACK!
Boo
Jeffrey begins to throw a large number of slashing weapons in the direction of Hercules who uses his club to deflect them all.
Jeffrey stops short then pulls out a new knife and runs towards Hercules starting to slash as Hercules uses his weapon to intercept.
God and Human repeat this action for several seconds, until both distance themselves, before running towards each other with a prepared cut and swing.
When the club and the knife collide, a flash is produced that blinds everything.
the screen finally shows Hercules and Jeffrey face to face.
The screen goes dark.
(End Opening)
Chapter 19. Death and Rebirth
-It's Useless – said Hercules, as his club returned to normal, his tattoo made him grow, not much, but enough to be evident. –Your Cheap Tricks…. –
Hercules looked at his opponent on the ground –WILL NOT WORK ON ME –
As Jeffrey, on the ground, began to hold his head tightly, he began to let out moans of pain and effort.
In the stands, some believed that it was because nothing was going according to what he had planned, but the reality was different.
-no….. I won't let you….–The young man muttered in a low voice, while he squeezed his head tightly with several of his hairs between his fingers, feeling several pangs in his head.
Hercules opened his eyes, while he slightly opened his mouth wondering what was happening now?
-I won't let you consume me - the boy growled, as he gritted his teeth. -No…..I must not lose control….no….. –
Then, he looked up, revealing a great expression of fear. he was clenching his teeth, his eyes were wide open and full of tension and fear, his brown hair was mixed between his hands, which were squeezing his head tightly.
-I must...I must remember...remember...Who I Am –
Again, we are in the 3rd fight of the final battle of gods vs humans, Ragnarok.
Hercules vs Jeffrey Woods.
The seconds passed, Jeffrey was still on the ground holding his head tightly, while he clenched his teeth and his eyes remained open.
Hercules frowned at his opponent, Jeffrey's attitude at this moment did not suit him at all.
Finally, Jeffrey's eyes widened as his mouth dropped slightly, then his expressions relaxed at that moment.
Jeffrey breathed a sigh of relief – I did it, again –
Jeffrey started to stand up -sorry about this a moment ago Hercules –Jeffrey apologized as he brought one of his hands to his leg and removed the knife from it –so… do you want to continue? –
(End Ost)
Hercules raised an eyebrow, then confronted his opponent -What was that just now? –
Jeffrey looked at Hercules as he dropped the knife, then he looked at his arms that had several knives stuck in them and began to withdraw them.
In the stands, the humans watched with great attention the actions of his representative.
-Ahh… -hesitatingly said a citizen looking nervously -Jeffrey Woods, he's losing, isn't he? He questioned in doubt.
-What has happened? –A girl asked fearfully, while she placed a hand on her chest.
(Jeff The Killer Theme Song (Piano Version) Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Screams)
Back in the arena, Jeffrey finally removed the last knife from his left arm.
For a few moments, Jeffrey looked at the knife in his right hand, looked at the bloody blade, and looked at the part that reflected half of his face.
Then, the ex-assassin directed his gaze towards the night sky (through several holes in the ceiling, caused by the knives), plunged into the darkness of space, the only thing keeping said darkness at bay was the light coming from the stars, giving him in addition to his intriguing and sometimes terrifying appearance, a beautiful one.
-Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree? –
Immediately, a melodious lyric escaped the lips of Jeffrey Woods at that moment. Hercules' expression became confused when he started to hear this.
- Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you –
Jeffrey continued to sing, the night sky reflecting in his blue eyes.
In the box of the gods, Loki leaned further forward, looking puzzled and curious, while Hermes, at his side, was impassive as ever.
In the Valkyries' box, Brunhilde remained the same, with her arms crossed, like the guardian, who only closed his eyes and his face showed that he enjoyed the song.
But Geir, she showed confusion on her face, slightly opening her eyes and mouth – is he singing? She questioned, confused, not knowing the reason for this.
Back in the stands, Liu, Jane and the parents of the ex-assassin widened their eyes in surprise –that's….. –
- Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused –
What no one knew, is that when singing, Jeffrey's mind was going down the well-known memory lane.
What would this boy be remembering?
The day he returned.
The day Jeff the Killer died and Jeffrey Woods was resurrected.
(End Ost)
A year and a half ago, Creepypastas universe.
(1. "Main Title" - Carrie 2013 (soundtrack))
Darkness reigned in the surroundings, the dark night had nothing and no one to overshadow it, not even sound could cope with it.
Darkness was the one who reigned absolutely throughout the site.
Meanwhile, in a neighborhood, despite the darkness surrounding it, everything remained absolutely peaceful.
The houses were completely dark inside; no soul lay awake or awake within.
In fact, it seemed that not a single soul was wandering the quiet neighborhood, save for one.
EVERYONE KNOWS THE STORY…..
a shadow was walking down a neighborhood street, its steps were slow, but they resounded, breaking the tranquility of the place.
THE STORY OF THE YOUNG MAN WHO LOST HIS SANITY AND BECAME THE WORST MONSTER OF ALL.
The shadow made its way down the silent street, disturbing the peaceful silence and aura of tranquility with its mere presence.
It wasn't until he finally reached a house, that he stopped his advance -hehehe, that's good – said shadow crooned with amusement.
So, he started walking again, but this time straight to the house, he walked across the front lawn straight to the porch of the house.
-It's been a while… I haven't murdered someone –
Finally, it was revealed who it was, and it was nothing more and nothing less than the most famous and terrifying murderer, Jeff the Killer.
The murderer, currently, was wearing his very characteristic clothing, black converse tennis shoes, with pants to wear in the same color, a black shirt that was under a white hooded sweatshirt, said clothing was completely stained with traces of dried blood.
his face, as well as the rest of his skin, was completely white as snow, his lips and cheeks were reddish, for they were cut into a hideous grin, which had traces of fresh blood dripping from the cheeks cuts.
His eyelids were completely nonexistent, there was only a black shadow that surrounded a pair of white eyes that only had a black dot which was the pupil.
And from his head fell a small cascade of wild black hair.
{THE GO TO SLEEP KILLER, JEFF THE KILLER (CREEPYPASTAS)}
Jeff continued on his way, until he reached the porch, and then he reached the front door.
BUT….. THERE WAS A STORY….
…AN UNKNOWN STORY.
Jeff then pulled out of his sweatshirt pocket a small paper clip, which he then immediately began using to pick the lock.
THE STORY OF HOW JEFF THE KILLER DIED…..
He didn't take long; it was only a matter of seconds before he was able to open the door.
-ha…well done me –laughed the assassin, opening the door and entering inside.
….AND JEFFREY WOODS WAS REBORN.
(End Ost)
Jeff entered the house, the first thing he saw was the interior, a living room almost like any house, to his left, was the room that had several sofas and armchairs around a small table, and a little further back there were a chimney.
To the right, there was a door, he supposed that it should lead to the dining room.
In front, there was a staircase that led directly to the 2nd floor.
-Bingo. – he went like that there, and he started up the stairs.
Once he got to the 2nd floor he came to a hallway, where there were several doors on both sides.
The murderer placed a hand on his chin and began to think –mmmm … .which one shall I go for? -he questioned himself with amusement, and then he moved his fingers from one door to another -let's see... I choose you -and pointed to the last one on the right-hand side.
And in less than a second he reached said door, took the doorknob and turned it, the door opened.
(Boku no Hero Academia ost -Symbol Of Fear)
When he entered, he found a simple room, but that didn't matter to him, what mattered to him was the body of his next victim lying on a bed, resting.
The boy's smile only grew bigger, if that was possible, then he slowly began to move closer as he reached into the pocket of his sweatshirt, then from it he pulled out a kitchen knife.
He kept getting closer to his victim, he noticed that he was beginning to stir in his bed, as if he was having trouble in his dream, or perhaps a nightmare, one of which if he woke up would enter one of the which he would never wake up.
When the young man in bed opened his eyes slightly, still dizzy, a hand suddenly landed on his face, covering his mouth, muffling a sudden cry from it.
-shhh... -said Jeff, drawing the attention of the young man who opened his eyes and looked with fear as the murderer began to raise his hand with the knife -just go to sleep-
The knife came down at full speed, piercing the young man's stomach, who's eyes widened as blood gushed from his freshly made wound.
Jeff pulled the knife out of the wound, raised it again, and plunged it into the young man's body again.
He repeated this action several times, until he finally stopped and looked at his work, the body completely covered in his victim's blood, the blood also stained the bed sheets, and observed the emptiness in his victim's eyes. .
Satisfied, he left the room, returned to the hall, and went to the next door.
Nothing.
It was a room like the previous one, but no one was occupying it, apparently a guest room.
he mumbled, and went on his way to the next….and got the same result as the previous one.
-shit … -he muttered.
Then she went to the next one, but this time he did get what he wanted, and it was, apparently, a couple asleep in the same double bed, the parents.
he approached them, first going towards the woman, once he was next to her, he raised his knife and lowered his hand, sticking it into the woman's abdomen.
She opened her eyes in surprise and pain, but before letting out a scream, she was also silent like her with her son and she began to receive several more stab wounds to her body.
However, the sudden movement woke the husband, who in alarm watched his wife being murdered in cold blood by Jeff, then bravely jumped at the boy in a vain attempt to stop him and disarm him.
But all he received was a sudden cut to his neck that caused blood to ooze out of his neck and he began to choke.
Jeff watched with a sick glow, and great emotion, as the subject choked on his own blood.
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving the couple behind, the wife dead and the husband choking to death.
There were only two more doors left him once he returned to the hallway.
He thought about which door to go to first, until he went to the back one.
He opened the door, but this turned out to be the bathroom.
-Mother Fu… .. –but he stopped abruptly.
In front of him, he had the sink, and on it was the mirror / bathroom medicine cabinet, despite being dark, Jeff was able to see his reflection, all his clothes and his hands full of fresh blood, but there was one thing further.
On the bathroom mirror was a writing, one he knew very well.
In capital letters, large and bleeding, were the words.
I'M BEAUTIFUL
The ex-assassin's eyes would have widened if possible, but they didn't.
-How is that….? – He questioned himself, looking carefully at the mirror.
But he put that down, shook his head, slammed the bathroom door shut, and stepped back.
That shouldn't be possible, he told himself, that shouldn't be...
He shook his head again –(you're crazy, remember?) –he said to himself, nodding, surely it was his mind trying to play a damn joke on him.
Yes, that was surely it.
So he put that aside, and made his way to the last gate.
He took the knob, turned it, and the door opened.
Walking in, it was a room again, and to his good luck (good luck to Jeff) there was someone sleeping in the bed.
Slowly, he approached his victim, put his knife in his mouth pretending it was his finger –shhh… .. –he withdrew the knife and raised it high, preparing to kill him -Go To… ... –
he stopped short what he would say, because when he saw the face of his victim his expression changed completely.
His victim was a 13-year-old boy, shoulder-length brown hair, he was awake, which made it easy for him to see his intense blue eyes.
-No – the assassin muttered, taking steps backwards, while he dropped his knife, which fell to the ground. –It's not possible – he said, grabbing his back.
-yes, if possible Jeff –
Suddenly, the room was suddenly bright as the light bulb in the ceiling came on.
Jeff immediately raised a hand to his face, straight into his eyes that were affected by the sudden light.
Once his eyes were better, and were able to adjust to the light, he saw that he was surrounded by 3 figures, two to his right and left and another in front.
If he had still had his eyelids, and his lips and cheeks were intact, his face would have been capable of displaying the greatest surprise and shock in the world.
In front of him, was his first victim of the night, the young man, who was a boy of about 15 or 16 years old with shorter, lighter brown hair and blue eyes.
-L… .Liu… .. –the assassin whispered, looking at who was his brother years ago.
Then he looked to the right of him, there was the man, whose throat had been cut, the man was an older version of Liu.
-D...Dad... -
To the left of her, was the woman, brown hair so long that she reached her waist, her eyes were an emerald green color and a face with fine expressions that detailed her beauty.
-…Mom…. –
Surrounding him, were those victims that he had had recently, who turned out to be his brother, his father and his mother... who looked like living corpses because you still had the wounds caused by him and blood coming out of them, and their skins had lost color giving them the corpse look.
But, there was something else that they had in common in their faces, expressions of sadness and disappointment.
-This… ..this is not possible –the perplexed assassin said, taking a step back –you are… you are dead –he continued, without realizing that his foot kicked the knife, causing it to slide until it was under a wardrobe.
-I...I was the one... -
Who killed us – his father interrupted, finishing what he was about to say. When he spoke, more blood came out of the cut in his throat.
Jeff shook his head as he hit it with one hand –this… ..this can't be possible –
-What can´t be possible… .. –the mother spoke sadly and regretfully, looking at her son with regret on her pale face-… .is that our son, that young and adorable child… ..become a murderer -
Jeff lunged at his mother with both hands pointing at her neck, but when he was about to touch her, she disappeared and Jeff fell to the ground.
-you try to kill us again? –Questioned the young Liu, looking blankly at his brother on the ground –at least this time do well with me-
Then, the young Liu began to change and began to grow until finally revealing Homicidal Liu, his entire face scarred.
-I'd rather die than suffer again in life-
-shut up! –Jeff yelled, standing up to see them with his eternal smile on his face –none of this is possible! I kill you! –
- And is that a good thing? –another voice said behind him.
Jeff turned around and saw a new person, a 13-year-old girl, light brown hair, green eyes, who was standing leaning against the bedroom door.
The girl stopped leaning on the door and began to walk, and as she did, she too changed, grew, her skin turned completely white, her hair dyed black as darkness, and her eyes turned into completely black.
- Jane – the boy whispered as he clenched his fists tightly.
-Was it good that you murdered your parents? – Jane questioned, stopping once she was almost in front of Jeff.
-ah? – Jeff questioned blankly.
-Was it good that you tried to kill your brother? –Asked this time Jeff's father, Peter Woods –after you tried to defend him and he saved you –
-What are they are…..? –
-Was it good that you murdered Jane's parents? –Added Liu crossing her arms –and that you burned her alive? –
-of course…..! –
-it was good….? –Jeff's mother, Margaret Woods, continued, although her expression was the same, her voice became shaky and tears began to fall from her eyes –was it good that you murdered and tormented so many people? –
Then, her mother showed more of her emotions, tears gushing from her eyes -WAS IT GOOD THAT YOU CAUSED OTHERS SO MUCH PAIN?! WAS IT A GOOD FOR YOU TO MISS YOUR BROTHER AND JANE?! WAS ALL THAT GOOD?! –She screamed in despair, her face expressed her pain.
(~ Mirai Nikki - Sad Emotional OST ~ )
Jeff's face was stiff, no, his whole body, in his black eyes, the image of his mother crying in despair was completely recorded.
Then a feeling began to well up inside of him.
THE MURDERER, JEFF THE KILLER, HAD ALWAYS MURDERED, TO SATIATE HIS VILE AND DARK HEART.
He clenched his teeth as his hands clenched.
FOR YEARS, WITHOUT FEELING A SINGLE REMORSE, HE MURDERED THOUSANDS.
He brought his hands up to his chest, and with them they took hold of his clothes, in a vague attempt to reach the organ that was giving her the feeling he hated.
HOWEVER, NOBODY KNEW THIS….
Jeff's legs trembled, lost strength, and gave way, dropping him to his knees.
His face looked at the ground, from his blinkless eyes tears began to accumulate that overflowed and began to fall to the ground.
The feeling was growing strong, as strong as sadness, more powerful than pain, or maybe it was the catalyst for these two.
The blame.
THAT, FOR A LONG TIME, THERE WERE MOMENTS...
Memories surfaced in Jeff's mind, several nights, in the dark, woods, rooms, abandoned houses or wherever.
He was always in a corner, hugging himself, crying, yelling and hitting whatever was in front of him.
The pain arose from the memories that he once thought forgotten, when he still had part of his humanity.
The happy memories he spent with those he had loved, his parents, his brother, his friend…..memories he never thought he could ever remember, were haunting him.
In screams, and sobs, he mourned the deaths of those he murdered, the lives he ruined.
He prayed that the pain would end and that none of that had happened.
IN WHICH HE FELT A GREAT AMOUNT OF GUILT AND SADNESS.
He so many times regretted killing his parents.
Trying to kill his brother.
Ruining the life of his neighbor / friend and whom he loved.
To have murdered thousands, just to quench his bloodlust.
MOMENTS WHERE THE MURDERER JEFF THE KILLER DISAPPEARED, TO GIVE PLACE TO THE YOUNG TORTURED, JEFFREY WOODS.
The tears came out non-stop from his lidless eyes, the pain he felt in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, it was becoming more unbearable by the second.
-I'm sorry…. –Whispered the assassin with a lot of pain in his voice -I'M SORRY! –
And he started to cry, something he hadn't done in a long time if he was being honest.
Crying filled the whole place, tears kept falling to the ground, creating a small puddle of it.
-Calm down. – But then, a hand landed on his shoulder, making him raise his head.
His teary face, with tears, some mucus running from his nose, and his now reddish eyes, looked into the warm and understanding blue eyes of his former self, who was looking at him with a peaceful and comforting smile.
-We won't be sad anymore –he told his in a low, calm voice that gave her peace of mind. -It's time to wake up. –
Then, the whole place began to be covered by a great amount of light, one so blinding that it did not allow him to see anything else for several seconds.
(End Ost)
Noisily, Jeff stood up, a sheet, which had covered his entire body, falling to his waist.
He stared blankly at where he was, trying to figure out what he was going through.
He looked at himself, he was naked, the sheet that covered him was the only thing that did not allow him to be seen completely natural.
He was sitting on a metal table with wheels, and looking at his feet, he saw that on one of his fingers was a tag attached which had a date and time written on it.
-The morgue - he whispered, looking at several more tables where there were more bodies covered by sheets.
In one quick movement, he removed the tag from his finger, and then got off the table and stood up, the sheet falling from his body leaving him bare.
He walked around the room trying to find something to wear, until he finally found a change of clothes that was in a basket, it wasn't his, maybe they burned it or threw it into a bin in an alley.
It doesn't matter, he took the clothes, got dressed and then left the room.
He walked through the corridors of the place trying to find the exit.
When he got to a corner, he saw how two people were walking straight towards him, but without noticing as they were waiting for some papers. In a swift movement, he opened a nearby door and entered through it.
He waited inside the room for the two people to pass so he could get out and continue on his way, and as he did, he saw the place where he entered.
It was a small warehouse, or room where they stored some medicines and/or other things.
Without hesitating, he took various medicines, some surgical needles and threads, and then left the room and continued on his way outside.
After a few minutes, he was finally out of where he had woken up and was now on the streets.
Before leaving the place, he heard how they started to make a ruckus with a woman yelling "HE´S NOT HERE!" he assumed that they already found out that he was not at the table in the morgue.
He walked for what, to him, was hours on the city streets, which due to the night, were completely plunged in darkness…not that he cared much.
He walked and walked, past deserted streets, just to avoid being seen by a random passerby.
Until finally, he arrived at his destination.
Jeff saw his destiny in front of him, an abandoned house, one in which no one had dared to live because of the murder that took place years ago.
His old house.
(Boku no Hero Academia ost - I Don't Kill My Friends)
He walked towards the porch of the house, until he reached the door, without any problem he opened the door of it and entered.
Automatically, he walked towards the stairs in front of him that led to the 2nd floor, ignoring all the mess that was in the living room, the dining room and probably the kitchen.
His path followed automatically, ignoring the corridor full of holes and cuts in the wall and floor, he continued on his way to the bathroom.
An hour later.
Bloody water stained the bathroom sink, while around it on the floor were several bloody gauze pads and pieces of string on the floor.
A bloody surgical thread was pulled taut, only to be cut by a knife.
-Ok - said Jeff looking seriously at his reflection.
Shown in the bathroom mirror's reflection was Jeff's body, previously having injuries ranging from minor to serious now healed and treated.
But, there was something else.
On his face, the eternal bloody smile that he had for years, which characterized him, had disappeared, because his cheeks were now sewn with the thread, uniting them, waiting for them to heal one day. Although when they were cooked they still formed the smile, which was now thinner like a red line because of the blood that came out of it.
Jeff looked at his reflection for several seconds, until he fixed his gaze on what was written.
"I'M BEAUTIFUL"
KRASH
A sudden blow impacted against the glass, causing the remains of the mirror to fall to pieces in the sink or on the floor.
-Not anymore - whispered softly Jeff the Kil... ..no, Jeffrey Woods, looking at his bleeding fist even where the mirror was. -Not Anymore. –
THAT NIGHT, WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING….
JEFF THE KILLER WAS DIED….
…AND JEFFREY WOODS WAS REBORN.
Back to the present, arena of Valhalla.
-Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you –
Finally, Jeffrey had finished singing, his gaze still high up in the starry sky.
Slowly, he raised the knife in hand, and looked again at his reflection in it, with one of his fingers, he removed the blood that was on the blade to fully see his reflection.
Immediately, Jeffrey looked down as he blew out a breath.
Hercules narrowed his eyes, waiting for a next move.
-Tell me something Hercules... -The spectators in the stands paid attention to what the human was about to say -Do you know that phrase that says "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger"? –
-That phrase affirms that a confrontational experience hardens you, makes you a better person... -Several of the human spectators showed their reactions, some raised their eyebrows in confusion, others were amazed, and several narrowed their eyes trying to understand what was being said passed.
Back in the arena, Jeffrey narrowed his eyes at the moment of making a face -but actually... that phrase is wrong-
Hercules' eyes widened in confusion, what does he mean?
-What the phrase actually says is "what doesn't kill you hurts you seriously and leaves you so beaten up, that later you accept all mistreatment and tell yourself that it strengthens you" -explained Jeffrey, while looking at the area where before I had had Hercules trapped –obviously, that phrase is not inspiring at all and that's why they altered it to say "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger" because after all... -
Then, Jeffrey shook his head, as he brought a hand to his face and massaged it -why accept the truth when we can change it to our liking? –
(End Ost)
(2. "The Birth of Carrie" - Carrie 2013 (soundtrack))
Then, Jeffrey looked at his reflection in the knife again –but hey….."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is a very positive phrase that helps people overcome things and become better…..like you -
Hercules couldn't refute, in fact, no one in the arena could.
-But what about those who cannot bear that experience, but manage to survive scarred by it? – Jeffrey's eyelids closed a little, only revealing half of his eyes that were still fixed on the knife -For that case there is the phrase … "what doesn't kill you makes you … ..Stranger" –
That caught the attention of several in the stands, although there were those who understood where that phrase came from.
-Otherwise, what doesn't kill you doesn't make you stronger, on the contrary, it leaves you with a trauma and each one of those traumas that you take takes away more of you -the blue eyes in Jeffrey's reflection turned to being white with black dots - more than hardening us, they change us, they take away traits we had before. –
Jeffrey, who kept seeing his reflection from the knife, for a few moments saw how his reflection changed from him, seeing Jeff The Killer for a few moments instead of him.
With force, Jeffrey threw his knife to the ground, in front of him –those traumas take away our morality and ethics, in some cases our sanity…..that's what happened to me. –
-Are you saying all that to defend yourself from your actions? Hercules asked, frowning.
Jeffrey immediately denied. –Of course not, my actions are unforgivable and that is something I accept when I recover my sanity…what I am saying is that, after a traumatic event there are people who manage to overcome it and there are others who do not. I somehow got over it and I'm back, but….I'm scared –
That took everyone in the stadium by surprise, especially the Creepypastas.
Is Jeff The Killer...scared?
Before Hercules' incredulous look, Jeffrey continued –I'm scared… scared of falling back into madness, it already happened to me once, why not a 2nd time? That fear has been hanging over my head for a whole year and a half…. -Then, Jeffrey looked up to look directly at the god of the fortress -Tell me something Hercules... what do you fear the most? –
At those words, the image that Hercules had of Jeffrey before changed, it was no longer the image of a murderer, now the image was a white one… ..he still wasn't able to see something new, but he did know one thing.
…..The opponent in front of him was not an evil being as he thought at first.
At that, with a big determined smile he answered his question -There Is Only One Thing I Fear...And It Is -then, decisively, the god of strength launched himself against Jeffrey, direct to the attack - THE DAY I SEPARATE FROM JUSTICE!
Jeffrey smiled, it was the answer he expected from the god – (Hercules …) –
Hercules was already in front of Jeffrey, with his club held high ready to attack.
-(I really….) –
And leaping to the side, Jeff dodged the blow, just as it produced a small crater as he impacted.
-(….envy you) –
(End Ost)
Hercules watched carefully as Jeffrey took the handle of his sword, and without any problem he took it out of the scabbard.
-[WHAT A SURPRISE!] –Heimdall exclaimed, seeing what was about to unfold.
Then, both of them launched attacks with their weapons, sparks began to fly from the repeated clashes between these two warriors.
-[BOTH OPPONENTS HAVE STARTED WITH A CLASH OF WEAPONS! A DIRECT COMBAT BETWEEN BOTH OF THEM!] –
In the stands, the gods raised their fists in the air, screaming in ecstasy to see their representative fighting something that would give him the upper hand.
Then, from one moment to the next, both launched strong blows against each other with their weapons, and they collided again.
KRASH
But, finally, after so many clashes, Jeffrey Woods's sword did not resist and fell to pieces.
Because of the force that was exerted in the blow, Jeffrey again went flying until he hit the wall.
-[He was sent to fly again!] –
Jeffrey muttered in pain, looked at the demigod who was meters in front of him, with his relaxed posture, and getting closer step by step.
-[HE HAS NO WHERE TO GO!] –
(15. "Kill 'Em All" - Carrie 2013 (soundtrack))
Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, and looked at the tin ceiling above him.
Leaping hard, he then planted his feet on the wall to once again gain momentum and jump until he was close to the ceiling.
That action took Hercules by surprise.
Jeffrey, then, holding on to a column on the ceiling, with one hand took a knife from his jacket and with it he pierced the sheet of the roof, and, with a screeching noise, he began to move the knife cutting the sheet in a circular way.
-[Hey? what is he doing?] –
Jeffrey, once he finished cutting through the tin roof, dropped the knife which fell to the ground, and then with his hand removed the piece of roofing, revealing a circular figure with rough edges, the size of his destroyed shield.
then, the human let go of the column, during his fall, his arm, with which he had held the circle of sheet, made it behind his body preparing to throw it, until finally...
….He threw it.
The foil disc shot out at high speed, straight towards Hercules on the ground.
-[THERE IT GOES! JEFFREY WOODS GIVES IT ANOTHER TRY!] –
The disc was spinning at such a speed that it made a sound as if it were a circular saw.
-[BUT IT'S NOT A WEAPON THIS TIME!] –
Hercules spread his legs slightly, got into a position ready to intercept –it's useless…..how many times should I remind you…. –
Then, clenching his left fist, he raised his hardened left arm, ready to intercept the spinning disk that was coming straight for him.
The seconds seemed like hours, the disk was fast approaching the hero's arm, ready for the impact and to be destroyed by only the body of the god.
When the disk first made contact, the part that impacted had been dented.
But…..
KRAKK
The nauseating sound of flesh being pierced echoed throughout the arena, while blood flew out and splashed on the ground.
Hercules stood his ground, his pose unfazed, but the blade disc continued on a new path, past the god, but Hercules' left forearm flew off, blood spurting from both stumps apart.
Jeffrey, once again standing on the ground, nodded –no doubt…. –
In the box of the gods, Ares let out a cry of disbelief and fear, the tea in the cup he was holding flew out and spilled on the floor.
Hermes's eyes widened in shock, his mouth also opened in that way.
-you're right…. –
In the Valkyries' box, Brunhilde maintained her demeanor, although her mouth turned into a grimace for a few moments.
The guardian looked at the ground, his face darkened due to his hair.
While Geir, horrified, put her hands to her face as she screamed in horror and tears began to well from her eyes.
-I've heard that every time you told me-
Hercules, impressed, looked at his severed member, ignoring the blood that came out of his stump.
Hercules' left forearm fell to the ground, blood oozing from the cut that began to cover the ground.
(Record of Ragnarok: Multiverse Survival Ending – Fukahi)
Ten ga tsuba wo haita
Boku ra no shiawase ni annei no zujou ni
The first thing to see is the coliseum at night, while in front were both Brunhilde and the guardian walking through the sky.
In that the camera begins to make a descent towards the earth.
Kasuka ni iki wo shita adokenai inochi ni ketsumatsu ga oou...
Nanimo ira un
Koe mo kokoro mo katachi mo anata mo sutete
Tokoshie ni...
The next thing to show is the pair walking again, but this time in front of a house on an island in the middle of the sea.
To later change and show a mountainous wasteland with pillars and temples in the background.
Then to a beautiful meadow or garden full of life.
It then simultaneously shows a city in the dead of night, a village with several trees surrounding it, a camp with several boys, a beautiful cabin next to a lake, and the inside of a guild.
Then there are simultaneous images of black smoke, blazing fire, and a pair of shattered wings.
hidamari wo hohoemi wo
Sasayaka ni tomoru akari wo
Mamoremasu you ni tsuzukimasu you ni
Dare ni inoreba ii no darou...
Then a beautiful colored light is shown which slowly clears to reveal the interior of a temple.
And in the middle of it, Brunhilde is seen floating in the air praying.
While behind her hers was the guardian, but with his gaze down shedding tears from his eyes.
In this several figures appear, 12 humans in front of the guardian and 10 female silhouettes in front of Brunhilde.
Saa ikou tsumiageta kami no kabane no ue
Ikiro...
The next thing that is seen is how a small flame began to cover the entire world at the moment when more flames begin to follow it.
Until they finally reach the inside of the stadium in the middle of the arena.
Where both Brunhilde and the guardian are looking seriously at the spectators in front of them.
And in that, behind him the flames burst at the moment of revealing the 12 human representatives of humanity.
The screen goes dark.
(End Ending)
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