*contains bad words and swears. Not advised to read BEFORE playing the Lost Ascension mod.
*crack, self-satisfaction fic*.
*takes place during the final arc of the mod.*
"For someone that wasn't supposed to exist, you're pretty quick to awaken, huh?"
[[A Bugster virus viciously installed itself.]]
A boy who wasn't even aware of his own existence suddenly gains consciousness, and thus the butterfly effect kicks in.
What was he doing, again?
Oh right. Just a moment ago, a knife hugged him gently in the stomach, so gentle that the sharp end came out of his back.
His name was MC... though he didn't understand why his parents thought naming their son MC was a great idea.
Anyways, where were we? Ah, yes, he got stabbed.
By a girl.
Yup.
And a bunch of girls is surrounding him too. All of them are his club's members.
You could say that this club... is full of incredibly cute girls.
Ah, that's not the point again.
So, to start off, I should remove this knife from my abdomen. Kids, do not touch sharp stuffs at all without adults standing by! You will bleed a lot if you accidentally got one in your stomach like this!
"Hey. Would you mind if you release your grasp? This thing is very dangerous, you know." I asked patiently.
"You insufferable man..!"
I stared at the lavender-haired girl who is still trying to stab me again for some unknown reasons.
Her name was Yuri, and she's a real bookworm. She really likes reading books, especially the kind that involves a lot of psychological stuff.
She is very timid sometimes, I think. But to stab me in the stomach like this... tch tch, no good. This is why I don't read such books, it messes with people's minds too much!
"Hey, get it off me, please. I'm gonna die if you continue to dig the knife into me."
Also, is my nose bleeding? I think it's broken...
I looked at the girls in front of me having disbelief written all over their face. Apparently, they are shocked for some reason.
I yawned uncomfortably.
...
It's starting to get real annoying.
"You hurt Monika... You hurt Natsuki, you hurt Sayori... Now, I'll do just as I said... I'll crawl my way in to your skin."
Yuri mumbled to herself, her grip tightened on the blade that's still stuck on my stomach. With a maniacal look on her face, she dig it in even deeper.
Stop penetrating me for god's sake. It's not even kinky anymore.
"Seriously, all that reading and you concluded that stabbing a boy your age is a good thing to do? Good god, you're not sane."
"...DIE, YOU PIG-HEADED BRAT!"
"Wait! Monika has to finish the damn job!"
Natsuki, the pink-haired student rushed forward, hugging Yuri from behind and pulled her back. Following the momentum, the kitchen knife flew out of my abdomen, and trailing behind it was a sickeningly beautiful spray of blood.
...Gosh, I'm weird too. That was my own blood and I reacted as if I was a art critic.
The two girls fell on the floor, with Natsuki being the one under the gigantic Yuri. She's quite small, so I'm kinda concerned for her well-being.
But she was also the one that broke my nose, so... that kinda cancels it out. I'm neutral. Yeah, neutrality is the best.
I considered those two my friends. Well, 'considered', because they set me up here, break my nose and stab me in places that you shouldn't stab at all. Like, stomach? You know, where our body stores delicious food and turn them into energy?
Will my food fall out of these holes once I ate them? I suddenly felt like those cows in holes on their stomach so that the caretakers can help them digest food, though I don't want people to stick their hands inside me.
The two girls standing are still looking at me warily. One of them was Sayori, Vice President of the Literature Club, my childhood friend and my best friend since... childhood, and the other was the Club President, Monika, practically the idol of my school.
...after a bit of thinking, I have reached my conclusion.
This club isn't worth joining at all. It was a nice week, but yeah, let's just stop here.
Sure, the cupcakes were nice, but getting this kind of treatment? Big no no. I'm not into it, sorry.
Even the nice and cheery Sayori is supporting their actions... Yup, it's the last nail in the coffin. My best friend had NTR'ed me with a bunch of girls.
"Trust me, the principal will not allow you guys to participate in the festival anymore." I said jokingly with blood still spraying out of my body like paint. "Actually, consider this day the last day of the Literature Club. I will make sure that you guys won't even have a place to gather anymore."
It seems that my anger is allowing me to ignore this burning pain in my abdomen. Adrenaline, I think.
The girls seemed taken aback. Natsuki, who got out of the ground after being suffocated by Yuri and whose face was twisted like a demon, angrily shouted something at me, but I can't quite hear it.
"You..."
The green-eyed leader, Monika, stepped up in front of her club members. Her face was full of disgust, as if I was a cockroach in her eyes.
"Empty threat." She said nonchalantly, her eyes locking with mine. "Are you satified with the ending you got? This is your happy ending that you wanted, right? Torturing us over and over, just for your 'happy ending'? Spare us that crap and die already."
Death threat now? The seemingly kind president is telling me to basically let them kill me?
Picking up the knife dyed red by my blood, she steadily approached me with Sayori following her behind.
Ah, this is bad.
If this continues, my healthcare card won't be able to cover this.
I stepped back cautiously, staying outside of their range as much as possible.
Suddenly, I feel like a pair of invinsible hands are grabbing my throat.
"Sayori!?" Yuri sounds surprised, looking at her friend's back.
That was her doing?
...
It's pretty weak, so I don't feel much discomfort. The owner of these hands should eat more instead of trying to choke me.
Ah, this move... it's to make sure that I won't dodge Monika's knife.
Dang, just like St*r W*r. Where people do the telekenesis choke to stun their opponents.
When I'm still deep in my (inner) rambling, my old childhood friend spoke slowly.
"No more. You aren't real. You aren't real...!"
Her voice, soft and shaky, continued.
"I spent a whole week... being pushed down by you, being hurt and attacked."
Suddenly, the force increased a little bit. It's dragging me to the wall, it seems.
And I have still no clue what she's spouting out of her mouth.
"You hurt me... You did this to yourself..."
...
My dear friend Sayori, please, tell me, what I have even done to you. I really have no fucking clue.
To be frank, you invited me in the club and then hated me. And I don't recall that I did anything worth hating on.
I'm the most passive person known to man. Can you explain it to me, please?
Yup, from now on, I'm all alone again. My closest friend now sees me like a pest.
I really don't have luck with the ladies after all... And I don't intend to switch sides either, so I'm basically a lone wolf now.
...
I feel a sudden urge to hit the gym and listen to redpill podcasts.
Burying those thoughts deep inside my head, I shift my focus to the matter at hands.
Let me do a quick recap.
It's almost the time for the school festival. Monika, Mrs Club President told me to review the phamplets n' stuff, then suddenly everything went dark.
When I woke up, I got beaten up, my nose broken, a knife in my stomach and my club mates trying to finish me off.
...
"Dying, huh."
I mumble to myself.
To hell with that.
If I left them going crazy like this, I fear that I won't be the only victim.
I take a deep breath. The girls, observing every of my movements, ready to attack anytime.
Unable to contain my anger, I slammed my fist on a nearby table.
The impact was so strong that it made the very ground we were standing on to tremble.
"Stop it."
The invinsible hands released my neck.
I saw Sayori almost falling over, her legs trembling.
"H-How did you escape my-"
Not wasting a single second, I threw myself in front of them.
For a moment, the vision of a rope appeared crossed my eyes, causing my breathing to become hard again.
Still, I didn't stop. Tackling all of the four girls like a bowling ball, I gritted my teeth to endure the backlash.
...
Apperently, I was creating too much force and make little Natsuki fly to the wall behind her. Yuri, who wasn't prepared for such attacks, clumsily tried to get back on her feet. I approached her while trying to act scary, with both of my hands moving like noodles.
What am I imitating? Obviously, it's a ghost! Haven't you watched a single ghost movie?
I also swing my tongues back and forth, like a chameleon. Adding more details to my spooky acting.
"Why you...!"
I was caught off-guard by a yell. In that split moment, I felt a rather familiar sensation enter my stomach.
...
I turned back.
" a."
I spoke, looking down at the figure whose breathings were ragged. She looked up at me with a surprised and sour expression, angered that her attack didn't even make me flinch.
"I thought I couldn't make it any clearer that I don't want to be stabbed. Care to explain your excuse?"
"You monster...!"
Irritated, I just slapped her across the face.
*SMACK*
...
Her cheek was throbbing red after my rightfully deserved hit. As if she couldn't believe what was going on, she looked at me with scared eyes.
"Yeah, doesn't feel too good when someone does it to you, isn't it?"
My tone was harsh.
To be frank, I'm disappointed at all of them. All of their good images just shattered into thousands of shards in my mind.
Not that they are that great to begin with.
"Don't think that just because you're popular and shit, you can do anything without bearing consequences."
I definitely am losing my cool. Gripping her shoulders, I wonder if I should break it or not.
The force was enough to make her hands go limp, the stained knife dropped on the floor.
I spoke my mind.
"Go fuck yourself, honestly."
"What kind of human beings are you to even think of doing all this?"
"To feel superior? To enjoy on other people's suffering and pain? To step on them and reduce them to insects? No, you're not superior. You're the stupidest, the most arrogant, the most insufferable person that I have ever had the chance to encounter."
"Please, get the fuck out of my sight before I report this to my homeroom teacher. I don't care about your obsession or anything of your 'game' bullshit you told my friend. You know how insane your speech was to me? It was utterly nonsense. Get a grip, stop doing drugs and see a doctor for god's sake. I cannot even believe that I befriended a bunch of mentally ill people like you."
...
My barrages of critism was answered with silence.
I glanced up and saw Sayori was shakingly trying to type something on the air.
Is she stupid or something? Retarded, perhaps?
Ah, right.
They said something about games and shits. Thinking this world is a game and said that in order to prevent the so called 'player', they have to get rid of me.
What a ridiculous joke.
In other words, they are fucking crazy. Or they are doing drugs right behind my back.
Either way, more reasons to legally defend myself.
This comedic stunt had gone too far.
Adjusting my stance, I pulled back my fist and released a mean right hook at Monika's eyes.
"AAAAA-!"
Throwing the screaming club president aside, I walked at the my childhood friend who was visibly tweaking out.
"W-why is none of the commands working...!"
I slapped her as hard as I can. Her cheek now emits even a brighter red than Monika's.
Aaand she fainted. Good, I don't want to hit her anymore.
Hitting girls is already damaging my own morals, let alone hitting her of all people.
Yuri, who was quick to adapt to the sudden attack, pulled Natsuki and stepped back.
Too bad I don't intend to leave them intact today.
[Silence, I vowed.]
Shut it, random message. I don't want to get even more irritated hearing your stupid talks.
[...]
That's better. You're lucky that you don't have a physical form, otherwise you would be kissing the floor right now.
Where were I again? Right, I'm at the part where I'm legally able to fight back in order to preserve my own life.
Yeah, I should beat all of them up right here. A few holes in their smiles should be sufficient.
' 'E-Even my own character... is going up against me?!' '
...
...
...
I have lost it.
Gather all of my remaining strength, I screamed.
" JUST FUCKING SHUT UP, EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKERS! CAN ALL OF YOU JUST FUCKING KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, CAN YOU!? YOU, YOU FROM THE SKY, YES. GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
I stretched my hand to the sky, grab the dude and slam him on the ground. Fortunately, he was mostly intact. I wouldn't like to clean his mess.
Now a voice from the fucking sky appeared. How nice.
"ALL OF YOU, LISTEN HERE. WHEN I COME BACK HERE TOMORROW, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE TO ME PROPERLY, PAY FOR MY MEDICAL BILLS, AND THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT, UNDERSTOOD?"
It's just like this world wants to make me go mad.
This day can't even get any worse.
You know what? I'm tired. Fuck it, I'll just leave.
I walked out of the room, leaving the bewildered girls behind in that accursed school room.
Literature Club, my ass.
I angrily stomped my feet as I went back to my home.
If I ever saw them again, I swear I would just leave this place and go to Canada or something.
Entering my house, I sighed.
Angrily throwing my uniform out, I got back in my casual clothes and dived straight into my bed.
What a terrible day.
I went right into bed without even eating or taking a bath.
I don't have enough mental strength to deal with all of this bullshit.
Mumbling slurs directed at a certain club, I sighed exasperatedly.
At least my bed won't betray me. Or stab me. Or break my nose. Or doing drugs and imposing its mentally ill shit on others.
Feeling a little better inside my blanket, I hugged my pillow as hard as I could and fell asleep.
Deciding that I will not attend the school festival, I turned off my clock and closed my eyes.
...
Great, my wound is still bleeding. Now my bed stinks.
I ignore the smell and went to sleep.
...
What the fuck are those memories flooding in my mind?
Can you even give me a break, this damn accursed world...!
[[RESET]]
I slammed the message in front of me as hard as I could.
Everything went dark again.
At least there's no sound in nothingness, so I can just...
Well, I guess closing my eyes won't make much of a difference, so I turned off my consciousness and went back to sleep.
For a brief moment, I feel so calm inside. If only this feeling lingers forever...
Chapter 1, done. Will you want to continue this hypothesis?