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Rating:
Explicit
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Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceMajor Character DeathUnderage Sex
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F/MMulti
Fandom:
Parahumans Series - Wildbow
Relationships:
OC/Amy DallonOC/Multi
Characters:
OC - CharacterAmy Dallon | Panacea | Red QueenTaylor Hebert | Skitter | WeaverDragon (Parahumans)
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Tags May ChangeOC ProtagonistChaotic GoodCharismatic Protagonistgame-like systemGhoul Protagonist (Tokyo Ghoul)Ghoul Cannibalism (Tokyo Ghoul)TortureSuffering IntensifiesReturn by Death (Re:Zero)this story is slightly less edgy than the tags imply I swearWorm Spoilers (Parahumans)Canon RelatedHaremPseudo Path to Victory
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Published:2023-08-07Updated:2024-04-28Words:141,557Chapters:11/?Comments:47Kudos:229Bookmarks:87Hits:18,877
A Guiding Hand
Crississ
Summary:
A young man dies and is offered the chance to go to an other world a-la isekai with broken powers of his own. He thinks he's got the path to the fantasy he's always dreamed of, but his dreams crash and burn when he's faced with the reality of the situation. Maybe his power fantasy exists somewhere beyond this, but the only way there is through the hell he barely understands.
Notes:
QQ native here, decided to start posting my stories on Ao3 as well. The formatting here is way more complicated, so sorry if things look a bit weird.
Warning: This story is, at it's core, about a stubborn bastard who refuses to give in to the grimdark nature of the setting. So expect torture, harsh circumstances, and failures to occur thanks to this. Also, I began this story partway through reading Worm, so my 'interpretations' of characters or subjects may be incorrect. Please feel free to correct me, but know I'll probably just keep the reinterpretations because I can't be damned to wait until I finish the source material to continue writing this. So expect canon to be played fast and loose, if any of it remains by the end of this.
PS due to new-reader complaints: The first chapter is different from the rest, in tone, and how the main character acts. That is purposeful. If you find beginning-Kris too annoying and unbearable (know he agrees with you) and that his attitude and generic power-fantasy schtick don't last.
If, after hearing this, you still can't get through it... I recommend starting on Chapter 2 and reading on. If at that point I can't get you to like him, or my story, then I'll accept it.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter 1: From Rags to Bloodstains and Back Again
Chapter Text
"You want me to become a god for an orgy?" The strange woman that sat across from me in the middle of an interdimensional waiting room just nodded with an unnervingly innocent smile for someone who just informed me of my imminent demise and it's benefits.
"Yep!" I know better than to question the ROB that's not-so-discretly masturbating under the table she knows is transparent. Fucking multiverse theory.
"... What position am I?"
"Boobjob." It could be worse, but it could also be a lot better.
"... So is this like a fivesome or an entire gangbang?" She blinked, shuddered at the apparent mental image, and gave me a sloppy smile.
"You've been promoted to all things above the waist, excluding handjobs. Oh me that's gonna be so fucking hot!" Pretending I didn't know she just came when she inadvertently called herself a goddess, I stared at the extremely horny woman-
"Oh if you think I'm horny wait till that one guy ascends and starts plowing every cute person he can get his mitts on." I feel like that's a reference to something I don't want to know about, so I'm just going to ignore that.
"So how the fuck am I going to ascend to godhood?" She shrugged.
"Easy, travel universes, munchkin them, and collect various bitches along the way. All the new godlings go through this these days, but at least they aren't as arrogant as the ones born into immortality. Fucking conceided cunts."
"You're trying to distract me with random worldbuilding; the fuck did you do?" Caught in her tricks, she apparently decided to stop fingering herself for the first time since I died and was sent to my own personal hell- Hot woman who won't fuck me until I meet her… expectations.
"Well, I was collecting some guys who'll become the hot kind of hedonists and accidentally set all the worlds you'll visit to a difficulty lock." Oh this bitch didn't.
"... It's Nightmare Difficulty isn't it?"
"... Well you won't instantly die-"
"Bullshit!" I interrupted. "I'll probably get bad-ended and turned into an abomination that begs for death in every way!" This was not how I expected the insert power fantasy to go! Hell, that last thought was more suited for a light novel title than my brain!
"Hold on there partner! Seeing as I fucked up, I decided to give you some bullshit of your own to make your survival odds at least enter double digits!" She exclaimed, and I paused for her to continue.
"You get some wishes to use to make yourself powerful enough that you can at least survive the first world! If you're smart, which I know you are since I want the brain attached to the dick I'm going to suck to at least be slightly above average." She said that as if she hadn't just started fingering herself in front of me again. I sighed at what was apparently going to be my future paramour, and decided her personality wasn't an issue if I lasted long enough to keep her from making my brain hurt with her word vomit.
"Alright, I can work with this since I have no other choice. What's my first world?"
"... Okay, hear me out." I braced myself for the inevitable hellhole I was going to be stuck in, but at least I'll probably know about-
"Worm."
"... All I know about Worm is shit I got from fix-it fics, and yet I already know you didn't wait for the orgy to start fucking me."
"Listen, I was mid-fantasy when your options came up and my elbow hit the buttons, so take it or leave it."
I inhaled deeply, tempering the smoldering hellfire that was my rage and exhaled as I began thinking on what I could use for this. Obviously the biggest threats were Contessa the Ultimate Thinker and Scion the omniscient manchild who committed genocide because some insane guy told him it'd help him get over his dead wife. But I can be fairly certain getting an insta-kill attack for free is either not an option or would be the singular thing I could gain.
"Yeah, not really into those lazy gods, sooo…." Stunning commentary aside, I also needed to watch out for Coil- well, thinkers in general. Information is the silver bullet to the beasts of war, and I needed to be sure the abilities I gained weren't too much that I couldn't both disarm the enemy and arm myself. But… what could I-
Oh. Well, guess it pays to browse those super hedonistic power fantasy fanfics if I can come up with this.
"For the first wish, I'd like an ability that allows me to negate outside forces, supernatural or otherwise, and copy them for myself."
"If you don't want that to be your only ability, I'll make it so they copy them to a lesser degree over time. More like kinda-shitty off brands than one to one perfect copies." She said, and I begrudgingly accepted my nerf. Now that that was out of the way, time for the next one.
"... I want my relationships to function like a Dating Sim, with actions gaining Affection that won't fade away once maxed." Because hot overpowered women are multiversal, and if I'm playing hard mode I'll be damned if I'm not living every god-forsaken moment to the fullest.
"Okay, done, but that's your last freely given wish. Also, might just combine these ones into one of those omniscient Gamer systems you nerdy fucks love jerking off to. Gonna have to blow the big guy for that, but he's always a treat to fuck. Oh, you're still here? Well, good luck paramour, and try not to let Tella's gift scare you too much!"
"Wait, whose-"
"- Tella?" I asked the open air as I found myself in a particularly shitty alley. Beer bottles, cat piss, cardboard boxes with moaning druggies that are either dying or getting the life sucked out of them. Either way, it smelt like shit, so I quickly walked out of the alleyway and into the less pungent but still odorous streets.
Well, this is obviously Brockton Bay. Now, the fuck did she mean by Tella?
{Received Blessing- False Sage of Envy}
[Adds the Save Point and Respawn Mechanic: Though try not to speak its name, as only her beloved has that privilege]
"...oh. Well, I hope you and Subes can make it work, Tella." Is it weird I'm already desensitized to terrifying things happening around me like nothing at all?
{Satella shows her appreciation for your support! Received Sin Status}
"... I know exactly what you're doing, so just pull up the screen and let's get this shit on the road."
{User01, you have been bestowed the Path To Victory System! Adapted through the use of your heightened Envy stat, you may make use of the PtVS ability to achieve true Victory!}
[The System works through making 'Paths' to your goals, giving you options on how to achieve them, not dissimilar to a visual novel thanks to the Dating Sim aspect you've added to it as well as the blessing of the Witch of Envy. Though while it may seem you have unlimited power, you have limits. Currently, there are only so many Paths you may take at a time, though you will gain more as you go on.]
Suddenly, a screen showed up before my eyes.
[Sin Status]
EV (Envy): 35 (Maxed when special abilities are involved)
GD (Greed): 27 (Maxed when special abilities are involved
SL (Sloth): 20
GL (Gluttony): 13
PD (Pride): 30
LS (Lust): 35
WR (Wrath): 34
[These Seven will be your stats, and deceptively represent both how sinful you are and your ability to embrace their virtues.
Envy is your ability to steal and mimic others, as well as your jealousy/gratefulness.
Greed is in turn your ability to detect if something is worth having, and your ambition/charitability.
Sloth is your regeneration and recovery, as well as your state of mind.
Gluttony is your resistance to outside sources of pain, injury, or sickness.
Pride is your general ability at various tasks, as well as your self-confidence.
Lust is your visual appeal, as well as your ability to show love and want.
Wrath is your ability to deal damage and pain, as well as your disgust.
For the average person, all these stats are at ten or varying levels around that.]
Well, now that I know that according to human standards and the bible I have a one way ticket to hell, I decided to focus on the Paths.
{Long term Path: 0/1
Mid term Path: 0/5
Short term Path: 0/10
Miscellaneous Paths: None}
[The Original Path to Victory usually appears as a step by step list of actions that are needed to arrive at the end goal. The PtVS instead lists options to take during key moments relevant to the path, with the importance and length between each choice growing with the size of the path. Though at the current level, you can barely make use of PtVS's full capabilities.
While in terms of keeping the consequences absolutely known and predicted the PtVS is inferior, what it excels at is multitasking and having multiple Paths available at once without having to constantly recheck the Path.
The length of the Path is determined by how many steps it would take using the OPtV. A Long term path is over a hundred steps, Mid term is over fifty, Short term is over twenty-five, and Miscellaneous are all those below them.]
I sighed and rubbed my temples as the high-level info dump crashed over me. So, the sins I exhibit are the stats for this butchered system and are basically Fallout's SPECIAL stats if you squint at it. Greed is Perception, Sloth and Gluttony both make up Endurance, Lust is obviously Charisma, technically Pride is Intelligence since it makes learning skills easier which is basically gaining experience, Wrath is Strength, and Envy… would be like a Will stat? It's the sole outlier in the SPECIAL system comparison, unless you want to make it Agility since it promotes stealing, which is stupid. And I don't even want to know what else is in this system. Fuck it, using Paths.
{Paths: How to learn all of the tutorials immediately?}
{Answer: Think-}
My mind ground to a halt as information poured into my skull. Every question, every painfully verbose explanation, all of it was just suddenly there. Sins grow naturally due to both my mindset and the actions I take, and due to the wish I asked for-
{Inverse Dominion}
[All abilities that are used on or near the user slowly become negated and added to the user's power, to a lesser extent.]
-Technically counting the Sins as part of the abilities, whenever I'm around people who are particularly indulgent I essentially cannibalize their sins and add them to my own total. How am I going to do that without going mad with sinfulness?
{High Functioning Sinner}
[All Sins have their virtues naturally inverted to keep the user from going mad or becoming something they refuse to acknowledge as them.]
I wish I could say I didn't have this trait before I ate shit and died, but honestly I'm way past being ashamed of who I am. After all, I am mainly doing this to shut the hot goddess up, because it was either the death world or waiting with her in that weird interdimensional lobby and watching her jerk off to the exploits of other guys.
… I don't know how I feel about not disliking the fact she's doing that to me right now.
Ah, getting off track. Anything else, oh AI system of mine?
{Change User01 Name?}
{Name == Kris}
{... Are you sure?}
{Confirm}
What? I had a weird-ass name back home too, and I love messing with people who get it wrong. Heh.
{Paths: How to find what part of the story I am currently in?}
{Answer: Think The first chapter of the story.}
Thank you, omniscient video game that now rules my life. Now, I think I have until the weekend before Taylor 'the true protagonist' Herbert decides to live the life of the misunderstood anti-hero because she can't help but choose the worst possible decisions for the best reasons.
Honestly, I think the real reason fanfiction can't look away from her for five fucking minutes is because she's constantly making the worst choices and you either suffer because of them or are one of them. Like a magnet for fucked up bullshit stuck in a metallic trash compactor.
Anyway, I think I have some time before I need to fuck canon in the ass because now that I'm a Blank spot to Contessa this timeline is already fucked to high hell. So, may as well get started.
{Paths: How to defeat Scion before Golden Morning and prevent the extinction of humanity via Shards}
{Answers: There are three ways to accomplish this}
[Option 1: Usurp Zion and make PtV the next Entity
Pros: Gain the eternal debt of the ultimate omniscient being, Path brings the most general happiness to Kris and changes his mindset the least
Cons: Endbringers will attack you specifically when you are nearby
Option 2: Resurrect Eden and use the debt to prevent their extinction
Pros: Giant Space Whale Waifu, the Power of at least a Third of all available Shards, Debts of two out of three entities
Cons: Cauldron will assume you are an ally of the Shards and are aiding in humanity's extinction, Knowledge that countless massacres of various races will continue for all of eternity
Option 3: Destroy all Shards and permanently end the cycle
Pros: Gain the abilities of every Shard in the world, Path brings most personal power to Kris and the largest harem
Cons: Have to interact with every single parahuman for varying lengths of time while their powers are active, as well as the Endbringers
{Preemptive Answer: PtVS has gained the abilities of Coil and is using them to simulate the events that could transpire}
A groan that could summon the dead escaped my lips as I absentmindedly saved and began walking, the screen bobbing in front of my face all the while. For ease of thought, Option 1 is Usurper, Option 2 is Ambrosia, and Option 3 is Conqueror.
I really want to just say no to Usurper and Conqueror because Endbringers are everything that this world fears and I want none of that shit, but I can't because how the fuck am I going to ressurrect a crystalline interdimensional space whale?! Shard powers don't work on the Entities without their permission, so the Amy button is useless here, along with literally every other supernatural effect in this god forsaken shit hill they call a planet. And from what I know Eden's body is with Cauldron being chopped up and turned into superpowers in a can (now in Blueberry flavor!), and if I can even find the place they must have a metric fuckton of defenses if PtVS even works! I am not fighting Alexandria, the grimdark love child of Lex Luthor and fucking Superman.
So I have to reluctantly discard the option that requires the least amount of Endbringer on my ass. Then, thinking for a minute as I tried my best to ignore the sounds of glass breaking nearby, I discard Conqueror as well.
Two words. Slaughterhouse Nine.
So, essentially, my only option at this point is to murder Super-Jesus before Jack Slash tells him genocide is a great way to deal with the death of your space wife. Christ, this place needs therapy.
Well, may as well try to avoid staying here before Levi (that salty bitch) tries to waterboard Brockton Bay.
{Usurper selected!}
Choose your start!
[{Paths: How to seduce Amy Dallon}]
[{Paths: How to get recruited by the Wards}]
… Well, no reason I can't do both?
[+1 Greed]
Oh fuck you, hit me with that repressed incestous lesbian.
{Amy Dallon Route selected!}
{Affection with Carol Dallon: -10 for showing interest in a villain's daughter}
I would ask how she could tell that, but I have more pressing issues. Like the sound of glass breaking getting progressively louder nearby. I looked down at myself, noting the dark shirt, jacket and jeans as I dully realize I just selected the route with the Collateral Damage Barbie attached to it and I wasn't kitted out in full kevlar, before calmly hugging the nearest wall.
And speak of the devil, a person burst through a nearby building and crashed into the street, with a stereotypically busty blonde girl flying in a skirt soaring through the hole they made and to the indent they found themselves in.
The fact that they were just groaning instead of bleeding out, plus the ridiculous clothing on the lump of agony made me sure it was a cape fight and Vicky forgot to pull her punches. Again.
Watching her panic at the almost murder out of the corner of my eye, I looked at a nearby piece of glass and noted my reflection. Black, unruly hair that was just slightly longer than normal with tanned skin and deep brown eyes that someone could get lost in. Yep, it was me, except airbrushed to perfection. Thanks, Lust.
Deciding to wait calmly as the superheroine calls her sister to clean up one of her messes, I wondered how I was going to do this.
Then I realized I was obviously going to confront them for this shit, and would probably have them eating out of my hands the second they saw me. Or…
[Confront the duo after they arrive]
[Use your injury to get an in with them]
My injury? I quickly pat myself down for a second, before shrugging and selecting the second option-
A hiss escaped my lips as a glass shard suddenly wedged itself into the space between my neck and shoulder. Right, that makes sense. Fuck I'm an idiot. Salty tears filled my eyes as I experienced true agony for the first time.
When I finally blinked the tears away, a girl in a hood with medical crosses all over it was suddenly in the street, getting up from healing the other guy. Welp, time for a first impression.
"Yo! Little help here?!" My words came out a little more panicked than I'd like, but that was enough to draw their attention to me and the giant glass shard stuck dangerously close to my neck.
A chuckle almost escaped my lips at that irony, before I slowly realized whatever adrenaline I was going through was wearing off and the pain of moving was getting to be too much.
Then, Glory Girl suddenly rocketed towards me, and I instinctively backed away from the fast moving object my head swam and I fell backwards, digging the glass deeper in and giving out a pained scream.
Then I blinked again and Panacea was standing over me, touching my other hand so as not to aggravate any of my wounds. Despite myself, I put on a smile.
"H-hey sunshine, are me and my glass shard friend gonna make it?" When in doubt, jokes make everything better- ow, it hurts to laugh. From beneath the hood her eyes bore into mine, not even reacting to my jokes. Guess the high Pride stat is right since the silence hurts as much as the glass.
Then she shook her head, and I felt what little blood I had left leave my face as Glory Girl gasped.
"O-oh shit." I tried to breathe-
And my final breath left my lips as I found myself back in the alley. I cursed, slapped both of my cheeks, and walked the path to hell.
Fucking Glory Girl and her over excited bullshit, time for blackmail!
[+1 Wrath]
Once more, my dying breath left my lips as the image of a pissed off superhero with the self control of a toddler punching me at her top speed left my mind. Alright, note to self, don't RbD pissed, because Wrath is the path to mistakes.
Apparently, I was right the first death, but instead of just standing around with a glass shard in my shoulder like a tough jackass, I instead called out to Glory Girl the second the reason for my first death reentered my body. She looked at me, and blurred towards me. Despite my Victoria-based traumas, this time I didn't back away like a bitch.
I gave a shaky smile.
"Well, at least I lasted longer than the other guy." I don't like that I was already used to talking through mind-melting pain, but that's what I get for being a dumbass.
"Oh shit!" Pretty sure the Protectorate's golden girl isn't supposed to curse. Or was it New Wave? The fuck was her team called again? "Don't worry, Am- Panacea is on the way! She'll be here in like five minutes!"
I had stood there bleeding for five minutes? No wonder I died so easily, Panacea could probably feel the lack of blood the second she tapped my hand. Wait a second, was this my Humility moment? Holy shit it was, fucking Subaru and his well-intentioned bullshit.
"Oh, cool. So… did you get him?" I think my casual attitude unnerved her seeing as a shard of glass was in me because of her, but she indulged me in casual conversation anyways. We talked about the apparent rookie villain- basic Brute with super defense that decided smacking the ass of Alexandria Junior was the best fucking decision- while I felt my blood pouring out of me.
The reason we didn't do anything to it before Panacea eventually arrived was because, well, Glory Girl doesn't know much about first aid and leaving me to my devices was apparently a bad idea. I would be indignant about that, but I've died twice in the past thirty minutes so I've been effectively humbled.
So instead, I'm just standing upright while blood flows freely from my shoulder like the absolute fool I am, until the biotinker herself appeared beyond a street corner and effectively charged straight at me while Glory Girl effectively babbled apologies and thankfulness as she escaped another charge for manslaughter/excessive violence thanks to the incestuous love of her step-sister.
I gave a particularly weak smile to the charging medic, which was resoundingly ignored as she grabbed onto the side of my face and looked into my eyes for whatever reason.
"Hey sunshine," I repeated because that line was much too good to be forsaken into the aether. "Are me and my glass friend going to make it?" A joking smile was on my face at the end of that, and seeing as Panacea just sighed and rolled her eyes I'd survive.
An uneasy breath I hadn't known I was holding escaped as I almost sagged into the healer's touch in my relief. I wasn't going to die again! I-
{Inverse Dominion: Glory Girl's Aura has been negated}
[+5 Wrath]
Suddenly, whatever calmness I had before escaped my control and the horror of dying sprang up before being mercilessly crushed by sheer rage at the fact Victoria decided to neuter my fear response! The only reason I wasn't jumping that emotionally manipulative cunt is because I know she can't control it, much less turn it off.
Still, this will call for payback later on, but for now just using her guilt to get an in with her sister is good enough. And probably arranging a threesome, just cause I'm a nice guy. Wait-
"You'll live, but any damage to your brain is out of my jurisdiction." Panacea said dryly, and I rolled my eyes.
"Just because you can't handle the sheer comedic genius that lies within my mind doesn't mean I need healing." I huffed, slowly realizing the pain in my shoulder was fading away.
[+1 Gluttony]
Why did- Glutton for pain, got it.
While I was busy discovering less than obvious means for stat grinding in this hellish game I've been thrown into, Panacea in all her considerate glory decided to rip the glass right out of me before healing the leftover wound the second it left the hole. I would have screamed in pain, but apparently numbing my shoulder was what she'd been working on the entire time.
"Couldn't you have warned me before ripping glass out of me?" I asked bitterly, to which the cape subtly winced at my words and made me feel like I just smacked a puppy. "Sorry, not used to mortal injuries, I probably would've bitched if you told me."
Ignoring the amused look Alexandria Jr is giving me for immediately backtracking, I nodded towards the healer.
"Anyways, thanks for healing me White Mage." She narrowed her eyes threateningly at my words for some- "Oh fuck me, I can't even make an RPG joke without sounding like a fucking Nazi in this place?!"
[+1 Wrath]
I sighed, reaching up and rubbing my temples to calm the first rage-headache I've had since I was in primary school. Honestly speaking I haven't even been here an hour and I can already tell Brockton Bay is as shitty as the web novel said. Already died twice due to Vicky's jackassery. 'Least I haven't been drugged and forced to fuck someone's dog or some other fucked shit.
No, focus Kris. Lesbians before existentialism, you know this.
"Well," I finally said. "Thank you for helping me not bleed out like a punk on the first day I got here. Let me repay you."
"You don't need to do that." Panacea replied automatically. "It's my job." Yeah, no. As someone who has worked in a restaurant before, it's best to not fuck with the people that have unmitigated access to your food, and I'm implying the same thing to my safety.
"I want to do that and there is not a single thing that you can say that will stop me." Confidence is key in most situations.
"Not looking for a boyfriend." She cut through my confidence with such practiced ease that even I flinched.
"Disheartening, but just because I can't get an official date with a cute girl doesn't mean I'll just tell you to fuck off." And so is brutal honesty when you actually like dealing with the other person. I know I've lied to my family to save the trouble of having to deal with them. 'Tis a tradition as old as time.
Speaking of familial annoyances, I think I just found a way to get her to not flake out on me.
"Yo, GG! I'll message you when I've got something ready so please drag everyone's favorite medic to wherever. I'll probably make some joke about broken glass so you know it's me, thanks in advance!" Not so subtly reminding her she owes me, the golden girl nods at me before I turn back to her cute sister and give a coy nod to her.
"You're using my sister so I can't flake out on you?" She raised an accusing eyebrow and my ego took another blow. Fucking Pride stat.
"In my defense, you would've. And she'll probably not cause too much damage trying to defend you like some kind of white knight. Besides, it's not like I could physically do anything to you, the government-trained cape who can probably judo throw me." Not to mention the things she could realistically do to my most vital parts.
Panacea merely sighed at my genius outmaneuvering, shaking her head in exasperation, her expression all but conceding defeat. Too easy, said the supernaturally gifted and attractive one to the depressed and repressed biological time bomb.
"Fine. Whatever. Just… don't make it weird or else I'll make sure you'll never reproduce."
At that, she nodded, and was kidnapped with a scream by an overly ecstatic superheroine that had been positively buzzing with excitement the entire time we talked.
… I'm sure she'll be fine.
[Affection with Amy Dallon: +5 for doing something that made Victoria happy (And asking her out on a date too, I guess)]
[Affection with Victoria Dallon: +15 for asking out her baby sister on her first date! (She'll kill you a fourth time if you fuck it up)]
"... Christ, that girl needs counselling." I muttered, before my save data-based traumas kicked in and I compulsively saved in the middle of the street covered in glass. My first step made my vision swirl a bit, but after a bit I was walking straight down the streets of America's cape capital.
Alright, so I got myself a date with Amy. Now I just need money and a decent date place to go to. Due to her abilities I should at least ensure the place I got to isn't a complete garbage dump when it comes to cleanliness. But I shouldn't just go for the stereotypical dinner and a movie, because while that may be a tried and true trope for dates, it isn't the best when it comes to first dates since you aren't really supposed to talk during either of those. And, knowing what I do about Amy (or at least her fanon counterpart) any second she isn't being seduced she'll think she needs to be saving people or her time will be worthless and the miniscule affection I got would tank immediately as she realizes all the people that could be dying while I'm failing at flirting with her.
Teenagers with superpowered PTSD everyone.
Alright, best plan I can come up with, walk through the park and some snacks. Maybe window shopping or the library afterwards depending on how she fits on the intro-extro scale. Actually, just go to the library, because I am exceptionally poor at the moment. And I need some non-bloodsoaked clothes to wear for this date, as well as enough money to get some good snacks. Ooh, maybe I should make a plan to try out every dimension's version of ice cream I go to, that sounds fun.
But, again, need money. So I should find a way to rob someone- in the most cape-dense city in the country- and not get caught. I should be able to use Victoria's Aura for that.
{Paths: How does Glory Girl's Inverse Aura work?}
{Affection Accentuation}
[Affection gains scale based on their current Aff rating. The higher or lower it is, the easier or harder it is to raise.]
… I feel like I underestimated how strong these nerfs are, but at least this will be useful for sexy times. I think.
Alright, stop thinking around this. Money, which I need. How the fuck can I get some without an ID-
Right, my superpower that literally tells me how to do shit. I'm an idiot.
{Paths:-}
A pain suddenly seared its way into my temple and I was sent reeling away from my sudden assailant and stumbled onto my ass in the middle of an alleyway. Now recognizing the feeling of my own blood on my skin, I knew my head was bleeding from the fucking bastard who hit me.
Opening an eye free from blood seeping into it, it widened when I spotted the beauty in an admittedly sweet hat and a gun pointed at me who had 'coincidentally' knocked me out of sight in a random alleyway. Fucking Contessa. Welp, guess the fifth time's the try.
"Do your worst." Let it be known that speaking intelligently was much more difficult with a head injury muffled by seething impotent rage.
[+1 Wrath]
"... I plan on it." Pointing the gun at me, she pulled the trigger. But instead of the mind-splatteering gunshot I expected, a hiss escaped my lips as a dart found itself buried in my neck- right at the spot it needed to be for whatever plan she had for me-
Before I knew it, I was splayed down onto the dirty alley floor face first as my thoughts began grinding to a halt. I didn't even get a chance to close my eyes before I fell asleep to the tranquilizer.
For just a second, I thought I had fallen asleep in someone's car or something, and I blearily opened my eyes, expecting to be teased for my long-sticking habit of falling asleep in cars. I wasn't expecting an infernal hunger to immediately strike me in my chest and chase away any hope of normality.
[+20 Gluttony]
I was absolutely fucking starving, more than when I'd gone months eating maybe two meals on a good day. Eating a horse just wouldn't cut the sheer starvation in my stomach. I attempted to jump straight out of where I was sitting only to find myself strapped naked to a leather-padded chair with metal fucking restraints. My eyes flickered around the room, to find a nearby table covered in cleaned blades and a suspiciously reinforced door.
Honestly speaking, I tried my best to ignore what was standing in front of the door, but I just couldn't. After all, it's truly rare to find a ten-year-old that's completely monochrome with a smile that would make more hardened soldiers piss their pants to see something so innocently sadistic on a child's face.
I wish I could say I was too tough for that shit, but honestly, I was just so hungry I couldn't give a fuck.
[+1 Gluttony]
"So… Mono?" His smile grew even wider on his gray face, dull black eyes boring into me.
"Oh Contessa was right, you'll be fun!" He said happily, as if he hadn't just confirmed my death sentence, causing me to almost immediately spam PtVS with various queries as to not fucking die. "I'm Gray Boy, one of the original members of the Slaughterhouse Nine."
Fuck fuck fuck
{Paths: The fuck are Gray Boy's powers?!}
{Answer: Gray Boy can create temporal distortions that prevent any damage from occurring. They are recognizable for bleeding out color from everything within them, like the permanent barrier around Gray Boy himself to prevent damage from occurring. Be wary, as the pain of the attacks stays regardless, as he uses them mainly for unending torture chambers.}
{Paths: WHY THE FUCK IS THAT A THING?! How the hell do I escape from here?}
{Answer: Kris will eventually gain the strength to overtake him after using him to gain increased Wrath and Gluttony stats and triggering his first Sin awakening. Doing anything else will invalidate the Usurper Path, and ensure Kris won't be able to return to his time.}
[+10 Wrath]
I'm going to be tortured. And there's apparently nothing to escape without fucking up the world and killing everyone. What the hell kind of bullshit is this?!
Gray Boy must have seen the rage and fear on my face, because he gained a disgusting expression of childish glee. "Ah, so you do know me! Or at least my group." He slowly began walking across the now-obvious monochrome room straight towards the blades. "Well, seeing as we'll be spending some time here together, I should probably tell you what's happening."
He picked up and fiddled with a particularly sharp kitchen knife, and I almost immediately realized with these restraints he had uncomfortable access to all of the things I didn't want chopped off and I hadn't gotten a single power while I was around the Dallon sisters. Fuck!
[+1 Wrath]
"Y'see after Bonesaw, one of your wafers or whatever Contessa told me to tell you, revived the old members of the Slaughterhouse and created the Slaughterhouse 9000," I jolted in my seat at the thought of more of those murderous assholes around one of my waifus, before I caught myself caring about strangers when I was about to be tortured. "She gave me your drugged-up body, and said I had to torture you as much as I could while following her instructions. Keep you alive as long as possible, and a few other surprises I'll save for later." He walked up to my side, and gave my left hand the evil eye. My chest throbbing between the combined panic of my lungs and heart, I attempted to make peace with the fact I was about to have a finger chopped off.
A shrill cry in agony came out of me as the child stabbed the blade into the base of my fingernail and slowly, deliberately scraped it off my finger despite my rapid thrashing as tears began streaming down my face as I experienced true agony for the first time.
[+1 Gluttony]
"So now, let's have ourselves a good time. Yeah?" His smile practically split his face as he moved onto the next finger, and a fresh wave of agony came. And as I noticed the first nail had already healed, despair followed.
[+15 Gluttony]
Hours later, the monster seemed to grow bored of removing every nail, finger, and toe I had as they grew back. I wish I could say my cries of pain lost power over time, but the feeling never got any easier. Gray Boy tapped the edge of the sharp knife he had used on me against his lips, and I noted the grayness of his skin flared as it cleaned him. Then, he began twirling the item between his fingers, looking at me as if I were a toy he didn't know exactly how to play with yet.
Nervously, I bit the inside of my cheek, just an easy motion. Unfortunately, it apparently caught his eye with a glimmer of interest.
"Oh! Good idea!" Paling beneath my tanned complexion at the sheer joy in his voice, I could barely turn away from him in my straps as he and the knife were brought uncomfortably close to my face. A scream escaped me as the blade pierced the soft flesh of my cheek and found its way between my molars.
"I'll start cutting up your cheeks too! Try not to move too much, I want to get it right the first time!" With that warning, he dragged the blade down from the back of my teeth to past my lip as my cries escaped past the expanding gape that was once my jaw. And once he moved to the other and mirrored the cut on either side, accidentally getting them asymmetrical and having to start over again, he went back to my fingers and toes.
At least he's predictable, I thought past my own screams.
[+10 Gluttony]
At this point, I think days are beginning to pass. The time-warp prevents either of us from feeling physically exhausted so he could wring out my screams like an instrument as much as he wanted without end. By now my Gluttony has risen to the point it was noticed by my torturer, who was currently wiggling a particularly small handaxe between two fingers as his eyes showed an entire solar system of sadistic glimmers of pure unadulterated joy.
"You're getting tougher! Have you triggered already? No, you wouldn't be getting tougher this fast if you did, and you're too fun to trigger this early, let alone double-trigger! Contessa said you weren't a parahuman… so you're a mystery!" The fear I had felt with every joyful look on his face had dulled over time, and now that came with a strange sense of irony. I knew he was much older than he looked since his time thing kept flaring up randomly, almost like it was undoing any growth his muscles should be going through. Still, the ecstatic look he had on his face as he considered how to torture me… was amusing in a morbid sense.
I was suffering at the hands of a child who seemed like he barely understood what he was doing. I both hated and pitied him all at once, beneath all the pain and fear.
"Let's see… how durable your softer tissues are compared to regular people." He said softly as a sewing needle plunged it's way into my eyeball so Gray Boy could pluck it out and show it to my remaining eye, any introspection forgotten in this new brand of torture.
[+5 Gluttony]
At this point, my sense of time is completely skewed, and I can barely tell how many hours it's been since Gray Boy started his latest project.
After a few… hours of testing out my softer tissues to compare their durability including my genitalia, unfortunately, the little torturer decided after spinning and twirling and wiggling his favorite knife around that he wanted to try something he hadn't had the opportunity to try before he died.
He wanted to skin me alive, sparing no spare skin on the bare muscle, and to see my heart beat with fear with his own two eyes. Currently, as I was screaming like it was the first day again, he was removing the skin off my right arm before he went back to the neck and finished by scalping me. I would say the giggling made it worse, but at least it was another sensation besides pain.
[+10 Gluttony]
At that, a forgotten pain made itself known in my stomach, and the reactive clenching of the exposed muscles of my torso was sheer agony. Yet, the pain was… different enough to not be drowned out.
What was it again? How long ago had he felt a pain that didn't come from Gray Boy? How long had he been ignoring this other pain? How long had it been since he'd eaten-
[+50 Pride, +20 Gluttony]
Ah. Right. Back at the beginning, he'd woken up hungry, hadn't he? When did he forget that? Probably when he lost his first nail. No, that wasn't right. Oh, he'd made a deal with himself. He would allow anything other than crying, begging, or pleading of any kind with Gray Boy. Hell, he'd never even spoken a word to the boy as the time distortion ensured he was as hydrated and fed as when the ability first activated. He hadn't needed water since… before Contessa.
[+25 Wrath]
Unfortunately, he couldn't handle that promise anymore. The hunger was great enough that he hadn't even noticed Gray Boy had finished skinning him and was now smugly smiling at him as if he were waiting for praise.
"...ry." My throat was in agony, the first thing that wasn't a scream to escape my lips was drowned in pain and blood escaping what remained of my flesh.
Gray Boy almost blurred in front of me, hands on either cheek as he scanned into my eyes while I repressed the wince at his touch as it would just end up in a cascade of agony. But ignoring that, Gray Boy was almost patiently awaiting me to continue. I instinctively cleared my throat, and attempted to drown that fresh agony in the pain of my stomach.
"...Hun...gry."
"Hungry? Oh! That's right, you haven't eaten since we've started have you? Silly me, I'm a poor host aren't I? I'll get you something right away!" With a smile he'd never mistake as kind, a hand was placed on his chin while the other moved to his torso-
[+11 Gluttony]
His hand writhed beneath my flesh as a scream made its way out of my throat, his fingers pushing muscle and fat and veins out of the way as it grasped on something meaty and yanked it out in a spray of blood that would've left me doubled over if I could move enough in the thoroughly blood-soaked chair.
Instead, my mind blanked from agony again as I felt my jaw being forced open in my relaxed state and an organ of mine placed on my tongue and crushed between my teeth. My own flesh slid down my through in a uniquely agonizing way and found its way into my stomach.
Only then did my body heal, just when I found food. I wasn't even there enough to be angry, only to look at the demon in his monochrome eyes and let them project my anger.
"Eh, sorry. I don't really bring food with me so I thought you could eat yourself…" It was unnerving how natural it seemed for my torturer to sheepishly apologize because he wasn't used to feeding his victims. "I guess it makes sense to be hungry though, you haven't eaten in two years."
Two years.
"..wh...at?" Two years.
"Oh right, Contessa said you were kidnapped two years before I was resurrected, kept sedated by drugs and whatever medical tinkers they could find whenever your body got too good at fighting their drugs. I never told you this? Huh, well you know how I am. Rambling whenever I open my mouth." Two years.
{Achievement Unlocked: All Year Round [Sloth] x 2}
[Sleep for a year straight! +20 Sloth x 2]
Two years, asleep. Two years, the world moved on without me. Two years, the people I wished to save, to love, suffered before I even had a chance to meet them.
And the time I spent when I finally woke up was spent with a powerful brat whose abilities won't even let my blood stain his clothing, as if he were above my suffering!
[+20 Pride, +40 Envy]
I grit my teeth at my own indignation, and Gray Boy tilted his head at me while his knife twirled with his thoughts, before his eyes widened.
"Oh, Contessa said to do one last thing when you heard that. Uh…" He wiggled the knife a bit as he stared at his other hand, before he place a thumb over his forefinger in a familiar way. Then, he looked me dead in the eyes before cracking that finger and asking a single question.
"What's a thousand minus seven?"
I almost wanted to laugh. Tokyo Ghoul, that edgy anime I watched as a middle schooler and successfully suppressed my teenage instincts to make myself look like an edgy jackass long enough until I got home to read the manga.
I was in my own personal checkered room, with my chair, and a torturer. Except mine lacked any color save for black, white, and gray, my chair was stained brown in my own blood, and my torture was some cute psychotic elemtary schooler who barely understood what he did other than it was his job.
I was having my own watered-down, off-brand torture scene, orchestrated by fucking Contessa.
[+10 Wrath]
My suffering, my pain, all of it was the set up to a fucking joke.
Me. And if I'm set up to be the joke in this world…
In a sudden, jittering motion I moved against the metal strap against my neck-
… I'll be damned if I don't have a killer punchline.
- And snapped it of my own volition.
[+10 Gluttony]
{Congratulations! You have reached a milestone in your sins, and are ready for a Sin Awakening! These are special events that grant absurd amounts of power related to the sin(s) chosen! Please, pick your poison.}
[Due to the Usurper Path, your first Awakening has been auto-selected.]
{You've selected the 100th Wrath milestone and 100th Gluttony milestone combination. Usually you would be granted the class Savage Berserker, but due to your consumption of human flesh you have unlocked the Ghoul Race. Select?}
{You've selected the Ghoul Race. Due to sufficient amounts of Envy, you've unlocked the advanced race Half-Ghoul (Perfected). Select?}
{You've selected Half-Ghoul (Perfected). PtVS predicts you'll choose Rinkaku for your kagune so it has been confirmed.}
I couldn't see anything beyond the screens of text. Most likely because I snapped my fucking neck to grind Gluttony one last time, and my brain switched to low-power mode so I don't immediately fucking die.
I cannot see, hear, or move, and while I can feel my bones and muscles forcing themselves back into place I knew I hadn't eaten enough to heal properly.
The knowledge I had become a cannibalistic monster… didn't do anything to me. It probably wouldn't hit until I tried to eat human food again, but I traded any mortal comfort for power. Guess my plans of eating deserts across the universe are fucking tanked now.
Somehow, I knew what was about to happen would start soon, and I unceremoniously tossed aside any hesitation I may have had. I was getting out of here, edgy anime monsters be damned.
And with that thought-
My neck snapped back into place with a sickening crack, and a gasp escaped me as I breathed again. I only had enough time to take the strangely relieved look on my torturer's face before the scents hit me. My mouth became a waterfall of saliva, as my stomach growled like a beast at the sight of my prey.
The monochrome face he had shifted to confusion, then excitement as he looked at me, an unnaturally white grin splitting his gray skin. "You triggered! Yay! C'mon then, show me what you can do with that weird eye of yours."
My gaze, despite the unyielding rage in my chest begging to be released, was calm and steady. Gazing at him with eyes of brown and red, I took my first step to freedom and ripped my wrists from the braces that held them. The metal tore like paper and was flung away by my strength, along with the ones around my ankles and finally my neck.
The wrath I held itched the small of my back for a moment, and in a burst of pain and blood a single tendril stabbed out of my back and hung lazily at my command. I almost groaned- one out of a potential maximum of eight tentacles? Fucking hell, this is going to suck.
Gray Boy stood in open-mouthed shock at my kagune's appearance, before an unholy smile came onto his face.
"You… you're a natural Case 53?! That's amazing! I can't believe all this time I was torturing the first organic Case 53 in the world!" Childish excitement came oozing out of him, but I could tell he was prepared to fight me. Something in his stance was more… unsure then when I was a weakling tied down for his pleasure. Our conflict was inevitable, but I had one last thing to ask him.
"Gray Boy. Why do you torture people?" I was much more knowledgeable about Gray Boy after all this time, unfortunately, and I knew his innocence was half a facade to psyche out others who witnessed his cruelty, and half his mental state as his brain refused to grow past childish naivety. He knew exactly what he was doing and that it was wrong, but he saw it as more a naughty thing his friends taught him than anything else. He was both confused and perfectly aware, but I wanted to see if it was more one or the other.
"Because I want to, and they can't stop me." And that just confirmed it.
I let my anger fill my every muscle as I stood before him, and at some unknown signal we rushed each other.
{Tutorial: Ghouls And You! Combat}
[As a ghoul, you are the natural predator to all humanoid creatures, and that reflects the way you fight. When fighting others with your kagune, you will enter Hunting Mode, or HM. While in HM, your Gluttony and Wrath states will combine to increase both your hunger and your strength. For example, right now both your Gluttony and Wrath are 202, so you are both more adept in combat and more hungry. Because of this you will get much hungrier as the fight goes on, until you eventually enter a Feeding Frenzy. During this state, your Sloth state will slowly decay until you black out. Once you black out, you will automatically hunt as much as possible until your hunger is sated, uncaring of anything other than your stomach.]
I skimmed the text in front of me as my kagune quickly lashed out and stabbed into the small murderer's body, until his body's monochrome aura flared and he was suddenly unharmed and out of my range. Fuck.
He rushed towards the cart covered in his weapons, but I sent the predatory organ crashing into it and sending them flying around the room we had been stuck in. Gray Boy and I simultaneously lunged for a weapon, he went for his favorite knife after the rinkaku stabbed into his back and his power undid reality to save him, and I went for the handaxe purely because I knew it was the dullest blade he had.
The small murderer threw his blade at me with deadly accuracy, but I ignored it as it broke against my skin while I lunged at Gray Boy myself. He had an uncontrollable grin on his face when I lunged with both my weapons, and I winced as a second smaller knife dug into my kagune before backing away. It was immediately back to my side alongside the weapon my torturer used on it.
"So whatever that thing is, it's less durable than your skin? Cool!" Right, rinkakus are all about attack and healing, with no natural defense to speak of. Not the best strategy against a guy who perfect-dodges every hit.
Twirling the small handaxe in between my fingers, I came up with a shitty plan and decided to toss the fucker with all my strength at Gray Boy. It shot off like a gunshot with the increased ghoul strength, and absolutely embedded itself into the boy's skull. Until his aura flared up and he was rushing me with another of his knives. I yanked the knife in my kagune out and foolishly attempted to meet the murderer in a battle of knife-play. My strength would usually give me an advantage in this, but he just slipped inside my guard and stabbed straight to my face.
I immediately struck his stomach with my knee, feeling his ribs crack beneath the monstrous blow, but like clockwork he was up and out of range to successfully stab what I assumed was my kakugan.
To my dismay, instead of blinding me Gray Boy decided to cut out my eyelids with speed I hadn't known he'd had when it came to torturing. A brutal smack with my arm sent his body careening into a wall while I felt my eyelids start slowly growing back before they were suddenly there again.
Blinking, I looked at the crater Gray Boy was now standing in front of, and realized I didn't know how to use this new strength of mine. Well, nothing like a life or death struggle to teach you how not to die.
The murderer attempted to rush me again, but my kagune slammed him into another crater he suddenly was outside of again. He attempted to attack with a grin, I decimated him with superior strength. The cycle repeated over and over, with me slowly gaining more light injuries overtime, causing my stomach to growl threateningly, reminding me of my timer.
Again and again, I landed killing blows only for him to pop right up like a cockroach with that damnable power of his. Minutes crawled in fives as a cycle of blood and death rewound and prevented either of us from reaching our conclusion, my stomach counting down the time until I transformed into a cannibalistic monster.
Until, finally…
{Inverse Dominion: Gray Boy's Time Dilation has been negated}
Once that message appeared, it was sealed. Another charge from Gray Boy resulted with his kagune piercing him all the way through, pinning him to the ground as I stood over him. I couldn't remove the organ from his body or he'd simply regenerate again, so I looked into his eyes as he realized he was going to die again. How did I know? I recognized the feeling.
His blood was slowly pooling around him, my attack also delaying his death. It was ironic enough that we chuckled at the same time, a strangely amicable silence between us.
"What's your name?" He asked, seeming content with my murdering him.
"Kris." I replied stiffly, and almost snorted at the realization he was the first person I'd ever introduced myself to.
"Ritual knife or basic white guy name?"
"First one." He chuckled, amused.
"... Kris Ashton." The fuck? My confusion must've shown on my face, because he smiled sheepishly. "You don't have a last name. Wanted to give you one, and Grayson just sounds…"
"Completely terrible, not to mention pretentious?" He nodded, staining his hair in his blood. Eyes growing cloudy, he looked at me or where he assumed I was at least.
"Wanted to give you something to remember me by. Other than the trauma. So a piece of me will always be with you." I don't know why, but as he said those words the hunger I had been delaying surged forth, and I went over and knelt by him.
"You didn't need to, I'll always have a piece of you. In a manner of speaking." At that, I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and basked in the taste. It was like steak coated in finely aged wine with only a hint of artificial flavor. I began to consume him like a man possessed, and only once his arm had finished did I realize he had been laughing. Then he said something, most likely to himself as I hadn't stopped stuffing myself with his flesh.
"Goodbye, brother."
After that, I suddenly realized I'd picked his bones clean, the words echoing in my ears within the empty room I had been tortured in. I licked the last of his blood off my fingers. He was a good meal, though a bit noisy.
I got up and ignored the skeleton that had once been human, and searched around the rest of the room, eventually finding a pair of pants to cover my nudity. No shirt, so my newly received ghoul muscles were on display to anyone who saw me. I made for the door, confident my new strength could break it easily before I paused. Then I turned back to the old chair I'd been confined in and split it in half with a single ax kick.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
I turned over to the door, ready to pulverize for some symbolic bullshit or something, before I paused and attempted to open the door.
The creaking of the unlocked door brought a sour look to my face that was quickly forgotten as for the first time since I've woken up sunlight burned against my skin. For a second, I basked in the familiar heat of the outside world, but as my eyes adjusted to the light something was there.
For a moment I just opened my mouth to yawn-
And a dying breath rushed past my lips as I suddenly had a splitting headache from the spot between my eyes. It didn't take a genius to figure out I was just assassinated by whoever packs enough heat to pierce a ghoul's skin, but at the moment I didn't care.
Because the sun was against my skin, the smell of ocean water and garbage wafted in the breeze, and I was truly outside once again. I wish I could say I now appreciated the beauty of Brockton Bay, the subtle things that remind you that you're alive and free.
"... Still a shit hill." I muttered, before shaking my head. I eased the rage I felt at all my efforts and suffering being all for the sake of a bullet in my skull by the fact that I still had a chance. A chance to save people, to seduce cuties, to fucking live those past two years.
And it should all start with a date with a cape.
"... Fuck that, taking a nap. Pussy's good, but it ain't 'brush off torture' good." I'll decide what to do later, first I'll take a left this time and find a hotel or spot I can crash at.
Oh, and a well-known suicide spot just in case the Wards won't accept a cannibal. The things I do to survive...
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