Notes at the end
Chapter 1: Isekai
"I really must be a loser." A man says, roughly twenty three as he sits on a chair on the tiny four foot balcony. Looking over the Small town with Big Lights on in the distance. It wasn't hard to hear or deduce what was going on, after all it was Friday night, The Local University was having a Football game.
Sitting in the Shitty Plastic lawn chair, he put The Joint he was smoking to his lips, inhaling the Smoke as he roughly coughed, hunching over slightly. Despite the dark, his Build was able to see fairly easily, as he wasn't A beanpole per say, but a thicker man. His hair was Formed in dreadlocks that framed his face fairly nicely, Jet black in color and shockingly healthy looking.
It was then that behind him that the sliding door to inside the apartment opened, he Jumped and choked for a second, dropping the Joint by mistake, the Joint falling off the balcony entirely into a small Birdbath on the first floor, as the man Pursed His lips and sighed.
"Ah shoot. Sorry Z. I just wanted to say that I'll have Rent covered for next month if you Don't have a Job by then." The other man said, vaguely older and Caucasian with sandy hair.
The Black man nodded slowly, leaning back a little and saying:
"Thanks man. I'll probably get one soon, even if its like construction."
'Probably gonna have to put going back to school on hold till then though.'
"Aight, See ya tomorrow then, I'm going to sleep." The Man said, closing the door again and leaving Z alone on the Balcony.
Standing up, He looks down at the ground, watching as the remnants of his Joint float in the Water.
Sighing, he reaches into his pocket, taking out a small baggie of more Pot.
Staring at it briefly, he Leans over the balcony, the cheap railing straining against his weight, as he looked inside more, seeing the Seeds he got along with the rest of them.
'Yeah I'm not exactly looking to catch a case by growing right now. Maybe If I get my own house at some point. Pfft. Pipe dream that may be.' Z puts the Weed back in his pocket as he gazes over the limited part of the Town he can view.
"... There's gotta be something more than this. There's got to be." He says, putting the Weed back in his pocket.
"Maybe not for me. Maybe." He rested his head on the railing, sighing, deciding to resign himself to his fate.
"Man I wish I peaked in High school." He says aloud, in a laughing self-deprecating manner. Z started to push off the railing, when finally, the old rusted and strained screws snap off, taking the entirety of the Railing with them, along with Z.
It was a brief moment of Clarity every man has when he realizes something's about to hurt like hell, then that he is about to die.
Despite only being fifteen or so feet off the Ground, He knew how to Fall, so at worst it would be a fractured tailbone, And A Fat Check from the Landlord for not fixing the Damn Railing like he asked three months ago.
But directly down below where he was falling was the Full Stone Birdbath, with a small spike on the top. Directly below him, which would certainly impale his spine and leave him unable to do a damn thing until he bled out and was Discovered by his downstairs neighbor as a New and Bold Art Exposition.
'Ah. I'm going to Die to a Fucking Birdbath.' As Z was Falling, but not flailing, he closed his eyes briefly, mid-fall. Feeling a sudden cold sensation, he opens his eyes again, to see a vast and beautiful array of colors. Star streams of Crimson, Cerulean, Chartreuse and Other Colors that Start with C Streaming Past him as he fell backwards. His Hair flowed almost Ethereally as he gazed into the Colorful Abyss, Looking at his own hand, having colors streaming around and into them. The Air felt crisp and cool, but not freezing, merely enough to form goosebumps on his arms that he could see.
The Endless Expanse of Beautiful Colors made him incredibly confused as he merely Thought to himself:
'Did they Lace My Shit?' But he maneuvered himself mid-air, Looking down where he was descending as the Colors Subsided, giving way to a more real, and Devastated City below, as he was Six hundred Feet up and falling fast.
"Ah. OH SHiT!" His voice cracked slightly as he fell rapidly, colliding and Firmly connecting with A Dumpster's lid, Crashing through it and being briefly slowed down by the Soft, Very gooey and Disgusting Contents of the Dumpster. But his descent didn't end There, as the base metal of the Dumpster, which would have certainly still broken Z's Spine instead seemed to give. Z's Perspective merely witnessed the Inside of the Dumpster turn into a Grid of sorts, as the Formless and Textureless Grid depressed, before it snapped Leaving Z to Fall further, another ten or so feet before crashing through a Sheet metal Roof of a Shack and into a Shoddy mattress, finally coming to a Stop, as the Environment seemed to settle its Appearance.
Z didn't care all too much as he Groaned, saying:
"AGH! SHIT!" He rolled, holding his back briefly as he stood up, barely acknowledging his surroundings inside the Shack.
"Where the Hell Am I? What Just happened?" He steps outside, Finding himself in a City at Sunset, an actual endless Hodgepodge of Collapsed and Standing buildings, Large Green crystals jutting out of them, and one Large Crystal, Bigger than any of the Buildings or Skyscrapers, collapsed or Otherwise Still standing.
"... Huh?" Was all he could say, ignoring his current pain and looking out over the Landscape.
"What the Hell happened here? Or what the Hell was In that Weed? I only smoked half the Joint too.
Z frowned in an Exaggerated manner, looking for a way down from the Top of the Building he was on.
Spotting a Rickety ladder, he sighed, starting his climb down it, finding it no worse than Any other Sketchy ladder he's been at work Before.
He climbed down with relative ease, as he merely started walking around.
"Hellooooooo!" He called out, before stopping abruptly.
'Is calling out a bad Idea? I swear If I got Transpositioned into a Level 999 Dungeon With A bag of Weed To start my Life In a New world after Getting Fired To Smoke Pot with The demon Lord I'm going to Flip shit.' He shrugs his shoulders merely walking about as he took out his phone, finding that All his Apps wouldn't work, except for His Downloaded songs in the Library.
"Eh. Might as well while I wait. Its too Quiet."
Z tapped on the phone a few times, putting it on Shuffle and walking down the Main Street, Desolate as it Is.
Alaska-Little Hurt
He kept it on speaker, as he bobbed his head as he walked down the Road, shuffling a bit to dance with it. He wasn't bad at dancing persay, but If one were to look at him, they'd assume he was just kind of Crazy.
"Sorry I had to Move to Alaska!" He sings along, mimicking an Air Guitar as he moved over into the nearest alleyway, narrowly avoiding tripping over a Corpse without a Head.
…
If the song had a Record scratch, It would have been at that point as Z was looking down with a completely neutral expression as He looked down at the Corpse, mid-Harlem Shake.
"Ah. That's a Headless body in this Alley." He said in a completely blank expression.
To be Frank, it wasn't his first time seeing a body, even a bloody one, but The Sight was a Gruesome one, as the Body had obviously committed suicide with at least one of its two pistols, Large Single-shot Almost Cyberpunk-esq Dueling Pistols that fit his clothes almost perfectly, Green and Light blue, in heavy contrast with the Stark Crimson of his brains being blown out on the wall.
"... What Drove you to this, buddy." He says, kneeling down and gently pulling the Pistols out of the Corpse's Hands.
A slight twitch of the Right one made Z Jump, as he shook his head.
"It's a Natural Response from corpses, the FOrensics class said as much." He muttered to himself, pulling it out of the Grasp of the Dead Man. Breaking it open at the center, he found a frankly ludicrously sized empty Casing, What had to have been a .308 at a Minimum.
"Jesus. What were you Expecting to shoot man. Apart from yourself of course." He Jokes to himself, working on the next one, as the Man's Grip Constricts again, as the Pistol Fires from the Dead man's Reflexes, making Z Jump. The Bullet embeded itself into the Concrete Wall on the opposite side of the alley.
"... Glad I wasn't aiming it At me." He says, wrenching it from the Corpse as he inspected them.
'What the hell was this guy shooting at initially that needed shit this big. Let alone made him feel like Evacuating his Brains was a better alternative.' Z thinks to himself, as He inspects the corpse further, finding two bags on the Man's hips of Loose Ammunition, a LOT of Ammunition.
"... And with enough ammo to Fight off an Army of Bears at that. Where am I?" He asks Rhetorically, not expecting an answer as he takes off the Man's belt, which the bags are attached. Having to take the bags off as the Belt didn't fit, he spent some time outfitting himself with the Holsters and the Bags, nodding as he looked down at himself, starting to walk away, before he paused.
Seemingly debating internally with himself. Turning around, he faces the corpse with as upright of a back as he can manage, he Performs the Holy Cross on himself and says:
"Uh. I condemn you brother, To The All Powerful God… Uh. I entrust your Spirit to The Creator, Your Creator that is… I Wish you return to him, and… To the Dust of the Earth. I hope Mary and Those Saints and Angels… Guide you to your Eternal PEaceful Rest? I don't Know. Rest In Peace… And Give Me Guidance through this place that you were Not Given." He says, More of it sounding like questions than anything else as he turned sharply and left the Alley.
Three Hours Later
"Okay where the Hell Do I go?" Z says aloud, having done nothing but walk for the past few hours as he stares at a City Guidance board, which is half destroyed and a quarter illegible.
Pursing his lips, he turns around, glaring at the Massive City Square that he stood in. He barely managed to take a single step before he Heard Howling, Unnatural and Vicious howling echo through the City. A chill ran down his spine, Making him duck over behind a fallen over Vending machine, as he watched four Large green and black Wolf-like creatures that resembled Acrid From Risk of Rain, Spines along the back and small, if even existing eyes. They drooled green saliva, as they barked at one another, snapping at each other and all around being menaces to themselves.
Z, however, held his breath, turning his head and entering a crawl, merely listening to them as they Walked past, Z barely getting a glimpse of them through a crack between his cover and a building as they disappeared behind a building.
Crawling, Z moved very much in the opposite direction as them, before he moved about a block away and started running.
'What the FUCK was that!?' He thought to himself, Running into a nearby building, A small Parking Complex, with its windows completely closed off.
"Oh I gotta get away from this place." He says absentmindedly, walking past destroyed and parked cars when he hears something in the Distance.
"Ay, Got any clue where them Hares came from? Or went? Boss seemed real upset about the Strongbox being stolen before we fell in. Lucky we lived at all really, but we only went deeper, we don't got a carrot. I vote let Pubsec find us, any longer in the Hollow and We're Good as Toast. Especially with that Busted ass Carrot you Klepped."
Z's head snapped over to the source of the sound, which went higher in the Parking Complex. Running, he started yelling:
"Oh Thank God! Hey!" He turned a corner, holding his hand out first, hailing the source of the Voices, as he was immediately met with a couple of thug-looking individuals, one with a rifle held up. It wasn't a second later that he heard a Painfully loud BANG echoing throught the Complex, and a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.
Z quickly retreated behind the Corner, inspecting his hand, and finding that while the bullet dug into his flesh, it didn't seem to go straight through.
'... That's a 5.56 in my hand.' Z doesn't bother with inspecting it further as he shouts:
"I'm Friendly! Fuckin Friendly!"
"Shit man you with the Red Fang Gang?" Z shook his head in confusion, holding his questions back and saying:
"No! Just a guy that's lost that doesnt know what's going on!"
"Ah Shit he's definitely a Raider of some sort, One of those lunatics that goes into the Hollow Just to Kill people, See what he was packing?" They whisper, not quiet enough for Z to not hear however, as he looked down to the weapons he acquisitioned.
'... Shit.'
"Uhh. No, Stole em off a Dead guy is all!" He shouts.
"Shit! Scram, He is a Psycho!" They say, as they start running, ensuring their escape with covering fire, making Z Flinch and turn away as the Shrapnel from the Bullets hitting the corner cut up Z's face.
Z merely stood there for a moment, Slowly drawing the pistol and holding the Corner, waiting for one of them to pass as he slowly backed away. The moment he got to the corner he came from, he booked it in the opposite direction as them.
Four More Hours Later
Monitoring was an Easy Job in Public Security. Well Hollow Monitoring that is.
The Hollow Monitoring Division was Only Present Under a few conditions, During Search and Rescue, Assaults, And For new Hollows that Appear. The Only downside was that you're on Call whenever an Emergency calls.
"Dispatch We're Coming in with the Last of The Red Fang Gang and the Civilians Housed in the New Sixth Street Hollow." Henri hears over the Radio, as he slurped on some noodles glancing over occasionally at the Bioscanner in the room, as he pushed the button on the Radio to speak.
"Uhh. Nice Job Patrol. Still got guys down on the Second Level?"
"... There's a Second Level?" The Patrol Officer said, on the Other end of the Line. Henri, now thoroughly distracted, doesn't notice the door in the Room open.
"Ah. Well I'm still getting a Biosignal in the Hollow. And Yeah this Hollow Already has a Second Level. Kind of Deep. Its Got a Density of At least Four Levels down normally."
"Ah. Is it Worth Going Down in that Case?"
"Uhh. I mean the Scanner is still going Pretty strong on this one, so Their Vitals aren't fading and They haven't started the Noticeable stages of Corruption from what I can tell here. Its not an exact science, but If ya'll Hustle and the Person doesn't move around too much it might be worth. Lemme See if I can run on how long This sign in particular has been in the Hollow." Henri Says, yawning as he also fails to notice the Hefty Footsteps that stepped behind him as he pulled up the Time Calculation software. The W-Engine Whirred Faster and more aggressively in the PC as he typed away, Stripping away layer and layer of Activity since they started the Assault/Disaster Response.
"... Ah shit they've been in there like Seven Hours by this point."
"Holy- And they're in the Mild stages of Corruption?"
"I mean- Maybe, but its not an exact science. They're Really High on the Ether Resistance scale in any case. Hell they might just spontaneously Shift here and now. I'll leave it to-"
"Seven Hours?" A new voice said, as Henri Spazzed out and stood up at attention, saying:
"Captain Yami!" The Captain, Who was an older man, in his fifties with salt and pepper hair with unreasonable muscles as well as prosthetic eyes glared at Henri, as the man resisted trembling.
"I asked ya a Question kid, answer it." Yami stated, Gruff yet calm.
"Uhh, Yes! Sir! That's at a Minimum, at least. There's a Forty Five minute Margin for error since activating the Bioscanner!"
"... Hm. Tell The Other Dispatches to not let anyone else into The Hollow for the Next Two Hours. I'll Send in CIS RT." Henri nearly shat himself then and there as the Captain left the room, leaving the door open.
"... Dispatch here sorry for the interruption, Immediately halt any exploration into the Hollow and Establish a TIght Knit Border… The Captain is sending in the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team to Extract the Remaining Biosign in there."
The Buzz was immediate on the Radio, as the sound of Everyone with two Ears and A Brain scrambled to Set the Perimeter to the Captain's standards.
Meanwhile, the Captain started speaking on his own radio, his eyes glowing.
"Investigation Squad, Be ready at Alpha Hollow In five minutes, Yuan And Quingyi, You two are to go in and apprehend and Extract a Person stuck on the Second level of the Hollow. They've been stuck in there for Up to Seven hours at this point, and evidently shows no signs of corrupting. A High Ether Aptitude individual means either A Civillian unknowing of this fact got stuck in there or They're a Highly dangerous Individual. Proceed with Caution."
Inside the Hollow
Z wanders inside a tunnel, singing:
"All around me are Familliar Faces, worn out Faces, Worn out Face- I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!"
Z screams at the top of his lungs, as he finds himself inside the Complex again, with growling coming from his left side.
Head snapping over, Z sees a pack of Four of the Hounds before.
"Oh Come on, Fucking Bring it then!" Z in a flash, Draws His pistols, tracking Two of them at a time while they spring into action.
Z manages to Shoot the First one, who bounded left and jumped off the wall to lunge at him, managing to get a shot right through its maw and straight through its body. Quickly tracking the other one as he breaks open the Left pistol, Diving backwards and shooting the Right one in the chest, which attacked him Head-on. The other two didn't Hesitate, however, as Z, on his back, Quickly reloaded the Pistols, while the First one to approach pounced grabbing Z's Arm with Its teeth, Puncturing the Flesh and Forcing his arm to aim away from either of them. Z attempts to pistol whip the Hound, before he decides to kick the Dog's snout that was running at him, opting to put his pistol to the Dog's Head and blast, but not before it got a good few jerks in, sundering his arm flesh and causing it to bleed Profusely.
The Dog died then and there, with the final one merely recoiling from the kick briefly, with a few of its teeth knocked loose before it aggressed more.
Z put the pistol up… Or tried to, as he looked at his arm and realized it was a fairly mangled mess of blood and muscle holding onto the Pistol.
"Ah. that's my ar-" Z didn't get to finish completely as his vision was engulfed by the mouth of the Dog. He didn't waste much time in turning over and grabbing the hound's Mouth with his good hand, holding it open to not get bit down on. Rolling to the side, he stomped on the hound's mouth, holding up his damaged arm slightly to shoot it in the chest.
It managed to connect as the COrrupted Hound twitched and struggled before it died, Leaving Z alone.
"... Oh fuck." He mutters, kneeling down as he strips off his Coat, and Undershirt, taking out a Pocket knife with a Pinup Engraved on the blade, cutting off his sleeve and starting to wrap it around his Wounded arm. Tightening it as much as he can manage, he ties it off, with a minor bit of struggle with his one good arm as of now.
"... I need to leave no- URGH!" Z hunches over, Vomiting completely on the ground beneath him, Speckles of his last remnants of Dinner he had before along with Blood and Bile.
"Feel like shit, Tired, Bleeding and lost as fuck in a Hostile location. Shit." He mutters to himself, standing up and pressing forth, Holstering the Right pistol with the little control he has with his Right hand. Looking down at it, he grits his teeth as he starts to hyperventilate.
"It'll be fine. I'm certain there's enough tissue to save my arm. Gotta be." Z attempts to calm and steady himself, Only partially succeeding as he trudges on, ascending the Parking Garage once more.
"Oh… Wow." He says once he reaches daylight again. For the first time in Hours, Z sees the Sky, a Dark Clouded Place with Green crackling lightning Converging along the Colossal Crystal Spire.
"That's… Not Menacing." Z Looks around, finding that the Rubble leads a path down to the Area around The Spire.
"... Fuck it. We ball I guess." He says, still somewhat unsure. Carefully traveling down the Rubble, Z feels a sudden wave of Exhaustion and Nausea, tripping and tumbling down the Slide of rubble, hitting multiple rocks and Rebar sticking out of the Pile, Cursing on his way down before he hits the dirt.
"Owwwww." He groans, standing up and dusting some of himself off as he looks up at the base of the Crystaline spire, finding it surprisingly climbable, only Downside being the Figure resting at the bottom of the spire, facing away from him. They wore what seemed to be Traditional Samurai Garb, Bamboo-Looking Armor with Black stone and green crystal lining it, a Large Jingasa on their head and a Katana on the hip. The biggest Point Z could find was the fact that their legs weren't Normal, Almost like The Prosthetics you would see Disabled Olympic RUnners using, Curved bouncy appendages.
Z Sizes them up, finding them Vaguely normal as he raises his good hand again, Pausing and gritting his teeth, cringing slightly as he lets his breath out.
"Hey! Friendly here, I'm Injured, Exhausted and frankly starving. I'm Just looking for a way out of here please!"
The Samurai's head perked up, as they picked up the blade before them, slowly starting to stand as Z realised Just how big the man was, standing at nearly nine feet, keeping his head low and Jingasa covering it.
Z slowly put his Left hand next to his pistol, prepared to draw and fire.
The Samurai sharply turned around, revealing that it didn't have a head to begin with, but was more akin to a black hole, Showing that the Jingasa wasn't that at all, but the Event Horizon around the head.
"Oh what the fuck is that." Z says calmly, taking a step back and hesitating.
The Samurai Creature Put its blade in the Folds of its Side, keeping it like a sheath, slowly approaching.
"A-Are you Friendly?" Z asks, almost Rhetorically, as the Creature approaches, directly as Z puts his hand on the Pistol Entirely, saying:
"Hey man, Respond. Say something Or I will Shoot you!" The Samurai was undaunted, or perhaps not understanding of his order, Starting to circle around Z, the Unreadable expression on the Black Hole calm and stable, but Endless all the same, the Area around it Bending and folding at its seeming will.
Z grits his teeth, taking a back step stance, Finally Drawing his Pistol and Pulling the Trigger.
Z had a fairly Fast Draw speed, that of 1.22 Seconds.
The Samurai's Draw and Close speed was faster with the Katana, only missing Cutting off any of Z's fingers by a Hair's Breadth, slicing the Weapon neatly in half as Z was left with half a pistol and a brief look of shock before he hopped back, the Samurai was Sheathing its blade again, walking confidently towards Z.
'Ah. Its faster and has effectively the same range as me now I let it close in. Down a gun and an Arm. I'm sick and haven't slept in damn near sixteen hours. I don't think I got this frankly.' Z thinks to himself rapidly, drawing his other pistol and holding it tight. Just as fast as before, Z pulled the pistol up, Showing the Rifiling to the Samurai as It closed in again, for the same move as before. Z was prepared this time, as he pulled the Pistol back slightly and up, Deflecting the blade upwards, holding the gun at an awkward angle and firing, throwing his wrist back but shooting into the Black Hole of a Head, throwing the Samurai's head back and causing it to flinch.
Z smirked slightly, quickly reloading the pistol and trying to retreat further without taking his eyes off the Samurai.
It lunged forwards again, going for a slash, only superficially cutting Z's Thighs, barely enough to cause bleeding.
Z fired again, Center mass as the Bullet seemingly ricocheted off the Armor. Z didn't waste much time in Reloading again as the Samurai Pressed the attack, Resetting his attack and holding the Katana with two hands above his head.
'Ichimonji Double!' While still falling back, Z tripped over a piece of rubble, managing to accidentally dodge the First downward swing, and rolling out of the Way for the second. The Samurai Instantly recovered as it swept its katana on the Ground, catching Z's foot as it cut through his shoe but not much more, hooking itself on the Rubber sole.
Z pursed his lips in surprise as he yelped from being flung with the Katana, being sent a fair distance away.
Managing to keep his grip on the Pistol, he attempted to Aim at the Samurai, Firing a shot that the Samurai Merely deflected as it advanced. It was on him in an instant, and instead of Slicing and ending it there, The Samurai Punched, Punching HARD into Z's Gut, causing the Man to spit bile and knocking the wind out of him, sending him flying further, connecting into the Base of the Crystal Pillar.
Landing on his feet, but hunched over, He struggled to breathe but didn't recognize it, Reloading the Pistol as the Samurai slowly advanced.
'I'ts fucking toying with me!' He grits his teeth and attempts to breathe, Looking up at the Samurai, its blade was drawn, the minor amount of blood on it shined in the reflection of the Lightning in the sky, as the Samurai raised its blade in the air with one hand, The Lightning Connecting with the blade, the Samurai leaping into the air and spinning, Falling down to Z.
"Oh fuck this."
Z managed to get his breath back just in time to leap off to the side, to little avail. He grit his teeth as he felt the Unholy Volts of Green electricity course through his veins as he blacked out from the pain and Hard reset of his brain.
It didn't last long, however, as Z opened his eyes, watching the Samurai kneel down, grabbing him by his hair and lift him up, Seemingly inspecting Z's Features.
Z gasped, pulling his pistol up and shooting the Samurai's Hand, causing it to let Him go. Attempting to Run off, Z Put his leg up but slid down, Screaming at the immense pain he felt in his left leg.
Looking down, he saw his leg cut neatly off at the Achilles.
He blinked a few times and grit his teeth harder, grinding them together as the Samurai merely started inspecting Z's Leg and the bloody mess he was hemorrhaging. The Samurai paused, staring at the leg and crimson puddle, seemingly confused, picking up Z by the Collar, and Tossing him. Z Scrambled mid-air as the air was ripped from his lungs once again, The Samurai, in a flash, sped forward and Stabbed into Z's Chest Barely missing The Heart but keeping him suspended on his blade in the Air.
Z Choked and struggled to breathe with the Katana Lodged in his lung.
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'... How pathetic of a man I really was. Couldn't find my way out of a shitty city, can't hold a job, can't find my place in the world… Probably best this way I guess. Fuckin Loser I was.' Z's last thoughts were cut through as The Samurai Pulled its Blade back, tossing it beside Z as it walked off, the Air around its body seeming to collapse around itself as Z's Vision faded to black.
His memory was punctuated by only brief flashes of consciousness and voices.
"Status? Alive. Unstable. Starting Emergency Medical procedures During Extract." One Voice Younger.
"Be careful with his chest, He's been stabbed with the sword so Don't overdo it during CPR or you'll make it worse." Another Voice stated, Vaguely older.
"I understand. I shall Carry Him. We need to Run to make it faster. Guide us with the Carrot."
Z's Vision briefly saw what he presumed to be a Small Angel, Lifting him up and carrying him away.
I Love ZZZ's Style. Its so good.
Sorry for the Extra alert for this. FF mucked up my formatting and Bolds, Italics, the works.