Alright, this is a bit of a revision from what could be a cringe version on Wattpad. But it's Fanfiction, it'll be cringe, somehow.

Enter the Outsider

A robed man with darkened hair runs like mad, sparing momentary glances behind him as he sees an ever-expanding and erupting pillar of destructive light, first tearing through the landscape and up through the moon. The whole of the world was breaking and turning to dust. All this man could do… Is run for whatever semblance of a life he has.

Erratic breaths and the threat of bodily collapse burn into the man as searing memories take a resurgence to the forefront of his mind. For all the mistakes he made sparing that… Thing… That creature of darkness was his worst, and now the destruction of his world at the hands of the brothers he served is the price he must pay for that transgression. So he ran, and ran to as the world came to ruin, finding shelter within within a collapsing tunnel, the entryway falling apart behind him. And now all he could do… Is sit until the tremors subside, and pick away at the rubble…

In the darkness all the man could do is sit on the stairs, surrounded by rubble, surrounded by his own failure as the tremors went on… Was it for days? For years? Decades? He could feel his life slip by his fingers, despite the fact that he couldn't see… He could still feel his eyelids close in as his breaths slowly draw to their last… Only for the eyes open to light and color pouring forth, so many unrecognizable flashes, so many memories until… The man falls down on his knees, looking at a flowing river, with a face he doesn't recognize.

On and on the man walked, now wearing a new face and now wielding a shovel. He walked as he saw the creatures of the dark walk this world still… He would think this as a new cycle, if it wasn't for the shattered moon hanging above every single night sky… He finds ruins, long torn apart and broken from that catastrophe.

The other thing, is the miracle of life itself returning despite the destruction made by the brothers, despite almost everything being reduced to dust and not a trace of what the previous world held in it's hands.

Even the singular land was rent asunder, with the whole world split to four continents and islands strewn about… Even the environments are all different from that old world…

But what truly remained among these barren wastes… Were these four Relics… The Final of items the Gods bestowed for their creations… Why haven't they taken these items away? Such powerful artifacts that give attraction to The Beasts of Dark Brother, The Grimm. All the man could was pick them up and go on his merry way, in world that's a remnant of it's former self… Yes… This world shall be named...

Remnant

On another end of this new world, the air itself rippled, unseen fabrics began to pull apart and pulse until a Tear unraveled, dropping in a boy, in his late teens, Pale skin that contrasts with the ground and hair of charcoal, clothed in tattered rags and missing limbs. Smoke billows out from the stumps, one more out of the right eye as he struggles to get up, flame sparking up from the missing portions of his body while he rose from the wasted soil and soon enough, new extremities occupy the missing portions of his body, wildly changing shape to a more armored appearance, the clothes smoldering at the ends of those burning protrusions.

The boy looked behind him as The Tear stitched at itself, sealing him within this world as he gets to look around this barren, wasted land covered in snow. He sees creatures of pitch-black, red marks and white bone, standing out harder than any colorful animal in lands of snow… And in so… He had a single sentence escape his mouth.

"What the hell happened here?" He uttered, itching the back of his head with his left hand as he took a few steps, bringing out something invisible in both his hands… Much to his unsubtle confusion. "Feels like I'm limited here… So be it." He twirls the invisible air as he rushed out, meeting a pack of These creatures as he goes to test the waters. Prodding and cutting at the hostile creatures. Finding their ability to regenerate when a limb was struck down to feel different. [Something tells me this is a further deviation from the expected…] So the boy thought, now focusing on the critical parts, lopping heads off and piercing through the body, where the heart should be.

The fight's proceeding well, until a larger one breached from under the snow, the prime one. The Boy gets a hit from it's feral swipe, the hit push him down from an attempt at an Air slash… But the bigger hit was into his mind, as if something was cracked open after that swipe… He stands up, palming the head to avoid being poked.

"Right… These things… These are Grimm… And I'm in Remnant. Heh." A light chuckle escaped his breath, face muscles pulling up on the corners of his mouth… And so the creature… The Grimm in front of him takes a step back. It sees… A Cruel smile… "You're an Alpha Dire-Beowulf… Where's your Omega?" The creature charges at him trying to swipe again, only for the boy to slash off the creature's forearm, jumping back as he hears something rupture from the ground behind him, flipping backwards to see the omega try for a sneak attack, only to fall on the alpha with the boy landing with a reverse grip on the invisible weapon in his right hand, drawing back and throwing it like a spear, creating a gaping hole in the creatures hearts.

Seconds later, stacks of blackened dust billow off The Grimm corpses, dispersing and disintegrating into the atmosphere. The boy stood there, looking up to the shattered moon and the starry skies around it… Which led the boy to lightly chuckle, then raise in his tempo and volume, then to burst to full laughter, laughing out loudly to the snow covered wasteland, his laugh echoing out to the world around him. Only to finally calm down and take a good breath… Saying…

"Looks like I've got a lot of work ahead of me"

Pain… Pain is all a guy with orange hair felt, he couldn't feel his limbs, the ends of his nerves screech out, sending a storm to his mind as he laid bare under a shattered moon. His vision is hazy, his hearing, numb and ringing but the cold is unending. All he could is scream in agony… Calling for help, crying, begging even for the faintest trace of hope all the while the cold crept up and the heat pooled around his back side.

The agonizing pain felt like eternity as though time slowed to a crawl… But he saw within the blur blackened shapes moved around, supported by white and crimson glow. Growls muffled by the ringing. He could feel one of those shapes try to bite, only to pop and seep into him as though nerves are extending out as the blur… Became no more than seeing redas he got up swinging away at blackened shapes as his mind kept screaming out 'Kill, Break, Devour' in a mantra until he heard a voice cut clear through it.

"LUCAS LE'ROCHE!"

All that red, all that mantra and demented feeling ebbed out before falling again, several stacks of black rise up as his eyes clear slightly… Seeing the Shattered moon up above, seeing the arms themselves are blackened, plated with bone and marked with red, slowly recede into the newly formed arms with an orange light rippling on the surface after contact with the Lunar light.

[This is Aura…] The boy thought to himself as he stared, trying to regain clarity to his vision, seeing the moon above him, still, it all returns to a blur as two figures slowly appear in his field of vision, the ringing soon subsided as his hearing began to clear, he could finally hear whatever these figures said.

"So it is you… No wonder calling you brought back sanity…" The one on his left said, clearly a familiar voice, it's still too blurry but there is some clarity with the motion, seeing the left one tilt their head.

"Could it be the effect of a bleedthrough?" The right one spoke, prompting for the two figures to look at each other some spiky details get clear through the blur. "The Reality is unstable enough for such an anomaly to occur." The right one spoke but the left shook their head."

"No… The Reality may be unstable but this isn't an Anomaly… Something was wrong at our end for him to pop up here. Look at the scars, some price on his limbs was made." Despite the blur, there was something glowing with the right hand, and it's clear that they're pointing to his limbs before the arm moves again and brings out some blurry rectangle. Dropping it on top of him as he begins to feel… Security with that drop.

"Then… What do we do, Brother?" The right one moved again as if changing positions. The vision finally clears and the two are very much know to him. Charcoal haired brothers, ones he knows from his brighter recesses of his memory. "Clearly we can't just leave him here, even if he's anchored back."

"Hm… I already know what to do…" After what the left one clearly said, his emerald green eye, paired with a flaming one look to the one on the ground, locking eyes as he brings his flaming hand up, bringing it close to the laying one… And for Lucas… To Grab the hand for a firm, pulling handshake. Leading for the Left guy to smile.

"Glad to have you on board in this mess"

Let's hope this works better than Wattpad.

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My OCs belong to Me (Dragonrider223) and I hope you enjoy what I'm going to write up here.