Content warning: Foul language
Mortimer's POV
Everything was cold.
Mortimer lay in the seemingly endless void. His senses were completely muted- he couldn't see anything, hear anything, hell, he couldn't even feel his own body.
Was - was he dead?
After a while, he finally regained sense of himself. Once he did, he tried to make some sense of where he was.
He was lying on the floor of what appeared to be a ballroom - one he didn't recognise. He was surrounded by pillars holding up a roof with golden plasterwork and multiple chandeliers hanging down. A large statue marked the dead middle and a huge door stood at the very back.
He stood up to see if he could get a better look, then noticed a lump laying on the otherwise pristine floor. As it slowly unfurled and stood up, he realised it was just some kid with half-shaved-off hair and punk apparel. Ew, he thought as he recoiled in disgust.
Sludge's POV
He couldn't remember who he was. The only clue to that was a teasing nickname - Sludge.
Sludge. Guess that was his name now.
He stood up and gazed at the ballroom in disgust. Somethin' like this could only belong to some pompous lil shithead. He muttered in his head.
He noticed a tall, thin man in a loosely done suit and giant scarf standing at the other side of the room. For a reason he couldn't lay a finger on, he felt a great hatred towards this man.
"Hey you!" he yelled at him "Yeah, you, you BITCH!"
"What the FUCK did you call me, you under-developed sewer rat?" the man strode over to him with a sense of false power and stabbed his finger into his chest.
"Well, I'm sorry!" Sludge mocked him "But honestly, bit hypocritical, you living store mannequin!"
The man was horrified. "Hypocritical?! You're the hypocrite, you sentient op-shop clothes rack!"
"You lil piece of-"
"Gentlemen!"
Both's POV
Mortimer and Sludge abruptly stopped and turned around to see who was talking to them. An old woman in a long black dress stood near the statue with a chilling smile.
"Sorry to interrupt your... whatever that was... but don't you have more important considerations right now? Like where you are?"
The boys had no idea who this woman was, but they felt that they could trust her. "Yes, tell me!" They both said in unison.
"Well then," the woman laughed "My name is Bierce, this is my ballroom, and you're here because you've done some bad stuff in your life. Let's see... Mortimer, is it?"
"Yes." Mortimer nodded.
"Hmmm... wow, you were such a spoiled brat..."
"Oh, really?" Sludge smirked at Mortimer, "Explains some stuff."
Bierce looked at Sludge, "And... you, kid?"
"Uhhh... Just call me Sludge."
"Oh, that's your name?" Mortimer smirked back, "Fitting."
"Funny name... why would you be here... aha! Oh my- a life of crime at such a young age..." Bierce shook her head, then looked at Sludge and Mortimer, "Anyway, all that doesn't matter, because you are getting a chance for a do-over."
She outstretched her arms as a bunch of grey circles appeared around the room.
"Within each of these portals is a nightmare realm. Within these realms is a piece of a powerful ring. Collect each one, and you will have your second chance. Fail, and you will discover there are fates worse than death."
She gazed at a portal at the furthest left. It spun around, turning red in the process. A monkey-looking face dropped into the centre.
"Your first challenge awaits," She gestured towards the portal.
As soon as she finished, the two started running to the portal, shoving each other out the way in order to get in front until they both fell into the portal.
A/N: Kit here! Wow, first post here, finally... sorry for existing w/o posting for so long XD
Dark Deception is one of my fave games and fandoms, and I thought it would be fun to write a lil origin fic 'bout two of my DD OCs, Mortimer and Sludge!
Hope you enjoyed!
Thx to my mum and my bro for writing help!
Dark Deception and the character Bierce belong to Glowstick Entertainment
Mortimer and Sludge belong to me, Wendikit