Heads up: This is not your typical Samurai Jack fanfiction. By reading this, you are agreeing to subject yourself to the absolute psychosis that me and my co-writer Erins once envisioned—the kind the Samurai Jack fandom has never seen before, and will likely never see again.
This isn't some clean-cut rewrite where we simply fix the ending. This isn't a power of friendship/love saves the day kind of story.
If you came here for comfort, turn back now.
️ CONTENT WARNINGS:
Existential horror, psychological breakdowns, extreme mental health spirals
Death, destruction, and violence
Disturbing imagery & body horror elements (It'll happen.)
Betrayal, manipulation, and loss
Themes of faith, cult-like devotion, and moral dissonance.
Everyone suffers in one way or another.
Heavy worldbuilding & altered timelines
If you're still curious? Hey, that's cool. Enjoy this... silly little story that me and a friend cooked up almost 3 years ago by now.
Dedicated to Erins.
Even though we don't talk anymore, I still wish you could have seen this come to fruition with me.
—- In a collapsing void where stars guttered out like dying embers, two pairs of eyes, one green, one black locked in a clash of fury and despair. Spectral Ashi loomed, a wraith of the erased timeline, her prison dress stained crimson with the blood of a past undone, her fists a blur of blue flame.
Ashi staggered back, black tendrils fraying from her form, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. "DON'T!" she screamed, the sound choking off as Spectral's palm slammed into her throat with bone-crushing force, the impact reverberating through the fracturing domain. The void yawned below, a maw of infinite darkness, its edges splintering as reality unraveled. Spectral Ashi leaned in, her face inches from her counterpart's, her voice slicing through the silence like shards of ice.
"You," she hissed, her green eyes burning with cold, unyielding rage. A fist crashed into Ashi's face, shattering her orbital socket with a sickening crunch. Shards of bone splintered inward, blood streaming down her cheek as her vision blurred. She raised her arm to block the next blow, but Spectral's strike was merciless—radius, ulna, humerus pulverized into dust, her left arm collapsing into a limp, useless mass. An inhuman scream tore from her throat, echoing through the void as her body buckled under the assault, her nerves screaming in agony. "Don't," Spectral snarled, her voice a steel blade, each word punctuated by another devastating blow. A third punch slammed into Ashi's torso, the force threatening to rupture her organs. Blood erupted from her mouth in a grotesque fountain, splattering the ground beneath her as her knees buckled, her body trembling on the edge of collapse. "Represent," Spectral continued, her blue-flamed fist striking Ashi's chest directly over her heart. The impact stopped her corrupted, broken heart for a fleeting moment, a hollow thud echoing in the void before it stuttered back to life, each beat a futile gasp for survival. Ashi's vision swam, the stars above and below fading into pinpricks as her body screamed in protest. "Me." The final blow landed on Ashi's neck, a brutal strike that sent torrents of blood gushing from her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the crimson stains as her nerves, overwhelmed by pain, regret, and grief, began to shut down. Her vision dimmed, the world fading into a suffocating silence, her body slumping to the ground as the void closed in around her. "Ah…" Ashi's voice was a broken whisper, barely audible as her consciousness slipped away, her blackened eyes dulling with the weight of her past. "Maybe it all… went wrong then."