Writing blog for @crazydoodlez ! They/Them Xey/Xem. Fanfic, OG writing, and selfship too! There's a variety, like a shark coochie board. I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WRITING BEING USED FOR ANY KIND OF AI MODEL.
There's a lotta helpful info in this post! Give it a read before you dive into my Twisted Mind Muahaha
REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY: CLOSED.
But they will open up in the future!
Original Works:
Anything involved the Scientist or characters from that world: Tagged as #sciverse
Anything involving Checkers Zee Time and zeir universe: Tagged as #checkerz
Anything involving my Ideal Unfiction ARG project is tagged as #piper's unfiction fantasy
Any poems I write will be tagged as #piper poetry
Fanfiction
Dandy's World: Tagged as #dando worl
(Anything including my dandy's world au will be tagged as #piper's dw au)
Inscryption: tagged as #inscryption!!!!!
Cult of the lamb: tagged as #lamb sauce
Deltarune: tagged as #dealt the rune
Fnaf: tagged as #fnafedy
Searching for a world that doesn't exist: tagged as #turning left
Any misc fandoms without a tag will be tagged as #misc fanfic
Other Tags
Any selfship fic will be tagged with #selfship
(Any selfship that's specifically for me will be tagged with #piper selfship)
Any requests will be tagged with #request as well as the username of whoever requested it (Anon requests will be tagged as #anon request)
Anything that isn't writing related will be tagged as #not writing
Prompts that i come up with will be tagged as #prompts (Might get more specific like #dialouge prompt or whatever but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it)
Writing inspo will be tagged as #piper writing inspo
Brainstorming and writing on the fly will be tagged as #piper's brainstorming
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I will not take any requests for anything made by vivziepop. I am a very proud hazshit hosmell hater.
No nsfw at this time. But flirty stuff is ok
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If i don't know the fandom, I prolly won't write for it, sorry :(
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Be nice please i am One Snake writing when i have the motivation and when my unmedicated Adhd ass lets me actually sit down and write smth
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But they will open in the future!
Author information under the cut!
The name's Doodlez. Crazy Doodlez. But you can call me Doodlez or Piper. I'm in my 20's, and I'm a Snake irl. I use they/them and xey/xem pronouns
If you hate trans people you're not welcome here
Free Palestine
Don't be a hateful asshole or you're getting blocked!!!
My favorite animals are Snakes and Ducks and Pangolins
PFP from here: https://www.extremelyfungible.com/nfbees
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work thatâs just. Devastating. Like youâre sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Letâs do it.
Every time I look at a good Unfiction/ARG project I start daydreaming about my own. About what I could make. So here I am, brainstorming again.
I Love args that interact with the playerbase. I love when they give you an email to interact with! Crow 64 did that, Shipwrecked 64 did that. I think I'd like to do something similar, but to explain the mechanic I'd have to explain the entity.
I think... i want the entity to be some sort of amalgamation of ideas. Some sort of spirit that was created from people's love and creativity. And I think this would tie in really well with my other ideas, especially with the protagonist already being a fan of args. Again, a love letter to the whole community and stuff and the collective ideas of everyone.
The direct player interaction with this entity would be it asking the players what they want it to be. It's looking for a new form to take, and there's already so many ideas out there, it just can't pick! Should it be a king? Perhaps a guardian? Maybe a ghost, but what sort of ghost should it be? A vengeful killer, or a vengeful spirit? Perhaps a rejected entity? The list goes on and on. So it opens it up to the players to decide. And depending on what they send in, the entity will take that form and shape. It'll like, take all the entries in a blender, blitz it, and then become whatever the outcome is. But the kicker is you can't submit ideas indefinately. There will be a limit of submissions it accepts, as well as a time limit in case the submission limit isn't hit (It'll fill in the spaces itself, if it has to.)
And then that entity will go on to interact with our protagonist. Our entity is contained in this hard drive, right. And it was put in there alongside the protective program to make sure it doesn't go crazy. Sure, as it stands right now, it just wants a bit of mischief. Just wants to cause a little trouble disguising itself as these different entities. But the thing is, who's to say it won't snowball? A scare here or there is ultimately harmless, but how long until it actually starts killing people, all for the fun of it?
...And of course, this escalation could be stalled or accelerated by the audience, depending on what they send in.
Only problem with this is like, the later half of the arg would be on standstill until I get those submissions. Maybe it could be during the waiting of the second part or something.
man, I really need to start getting the concrete ideas for this down
You know the church scene, I know the church scene, we all know and love the church scene. Good fucking soup.
I was thinking for ways to write it in even MORE ways than I already have. I'm milking that shit dry.
And a new AU appeared to me like it was delievered by the King itself.
What if there was a way that Derek got brainwashed, too?
In my mind this happens in the same timeline as the signs not being enough to break Avery out of the trance. So Derek goes back to check on him. But, WHOOPSIES! He triggers a trap and gets stuck in the same trance. Makes both him and Avery easy pickings for the King.
Except... I'm having trouble coming up with what would get Derek hypnotized. He wouldn't fall for the same book trick. Hell, even the contents of the book wouldn't work, we already saw that in canon. So what is it?
I've had a few ideas. Maybe it's just... The King In Yellow play, and the King forced Avery to write it in another book. But I dunno, I don't think Derek would pick up any other strange books in that world. I think it would hurt extra good if it were Avery who constructed the trap.
But I just... can't figure out what it'd be that'd get Derek under. Or even what Derek would do once he gets brainwashed! Avery's already doing chores for the church, ushering in the souls from Carcosa, and drowning himself in preperation to become a vessel (that last one is another headcanon of mine. He drowns himself in order to get used to the pain, or for doing things that would cause pain. Like reciting the spell, i imagine the transfer wouldnt be painless.)
But.... what would Derek do???? Build more places in the church? Write more books? Assist Avery with his tasks?
So I posit this question out to you, mod, and to the followers of your blog. I need ideas. I hunger for them.
Maybe D3rlord3 would be, like, expanding the Church's territory. He is an explorer, after all
Or, maybe we could go with the assistant idea, and instead of Avery following his one and only friend, we would have D3rlord3 following the one and only important person in his life (of course, this isn't true but he's brainwashed, so...)
As for what exactly would get him...
How do you trap a man who knows everything?
With something completely random, of course.
A chicken timer dispenses a retextured pumpkin with the entirety of the King In Yellow onto D3rlord3's head as soon as he walks in.
(this also renders D3rlord3 blind in-game, due to the pumpkin texture taking up the entire screen. I'm sure you could do something with that.)
Now, you and I both thought that I wrung all the angst I coulda outta the church scene. A retelling of canon and a bad end AU stemming from it.
But little did you know, there was a secret third option.
It's not even in the oven yet, I'm still getting the ingredients together. But... It has the potential to be just as gut punching as Twelve Hours into Forever.
Hmmm. Might write something expanding on the aftermath of Twelve Hours Into Forever... I can finally let the inspiration from the "My Lord Hastur" video shine through... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea
His job is to kill the non believers. The blasphemers, the heretics. Anyone that dares to challenge the Kingâs rightful rule. Anyone that the King orders him to take care of. Sometimes it is not as simple as killing. Sometimes it is capture, sometimes it is something more specific the King requires.Â
What he is ordered to do matters not. He is His Knight, His servant. And it is his duty to obey.
âŠYet.
He keeps a secret.
The King knows everything. The King sees all. The King is everything that ever was, ever will be, and ever is.
Hmmm. Might write something expanding on the aftermath of Twelve Hours Into Forever... I can finally let the inspiration from the "My Lord Hastur" video shine through... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea
man they arent kidding when they say âwrite what you want to readâ i cant stop rereading the ending of my latest one. Im so proud of how it turned out :D
AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE WE GET STARTED HERE! This thang is LONG. This thing is TRAGIC. This thing will grab you with its teeth and not let go. This will HURT. There will also be spoilers for Destroying a World That Doesn't Exist!
This is a Bad-End version of the one shot I wrote here! (I reccommend reading it first, even if it's a retelling of canon.) And based on a headcanon from @sfawtde-headcanons that an anon sent in, which can be found here! Also, there's a sprinkle of this video near the end! Shoutout to my friend Marie for inspiring how this affects Avery, and shoutout to my friend Dexter and Dogteeth sys for enduring my brick throwing!
Without further ado, I present to you: Twelve hours... Into Forever.
He feels his hands grab the ferns and rip them out. He feels himself hold the seeds in his hands. He does not hear the click of the mouse. He does not see the hotbar. The flowers smell so sweet. He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out. He does not hear the click of the mouse.
He is safe.Â
He is nothing.
He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out of the ground.Â
Something is different.
There are signs.
You are real. You are special.
Remember who you are.
He pauses.
You are real. You are special.
Remember who you are.
He is confused.
There was something he was supposed to do.
There was⊠Someone.Â
There was someone who heâŠ
âŠ
He is nothing.
He is safe.
He walks past the signs. He feels the grass on his feet. He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out of the ground. He smells the scent of dying plants. The flowers in his hands smell so sweet.
There is something at the back of his mind.
âŠ
He is nothing.
He is safe.
~~~~~
Derek is starting to worry.
Time is so slippery. He canât put an accurate estimate for how long itâs been. Looking away from the game isnât something he wants to risk. Not now.Â
But itâs⊠itâs been too long.
Derek taps the desk nervously. He opens his inventory. He closes it. He looks around the trap heâs set.Â
âŠ
âScrew it.â He mutters.
He pillars up the room and chops his way out of it.
He needs to look for Avery. He canât just sit idly by and wait if he might be in trouble. What if the King made a fake him, like it made a fake Avery? Avery wouldâve been fooled by something like that. What if he got lost? What if heâs somewhere he canât escape?
What if heâs-
The realization strikes Derek like a dagger through his skull.
The church. The book.
âShit.â He mutters. He sprints across the library. âShit, shit, shit, shit.â
He rushes through the hallways, through the doors. Which one was it? Which one was it?! He doesnât have time for trial and error.
He searches his memories.
That one.
He finds the door and sprints towards it.
Ever since seeing⊠It. Heâs noticed his physical body and his Minecraft avatar have been⊠merging, in a way. Itâs almost like he can feel the burn in his legs as he runs. He doesnât know how to feel about it. Obviously, itâs worrying, but after this whole ordeal⊠he doesnât know if heâll even come out of it alive.
He shakes the thoughts off and enters the world with the church.
He leaps over the fencing and lands on the ground, sprinting towards the church.
He opens up the chat and frantically types.
AVERY
AVERY ARE YOU THERE?
AVERY!
He nearly feels the strain of his throat, like heâs shouting his name.
He rushes inside of the church, and-
He stops in his tracks.
âOh, no.â He breathes.
Avery is there. Staring at the book. But heâs⊠different. His avatarâs skin has changed. His green has faded into a dull, light gray. In fact, every color on his skin has faded to greyscale.
Every color, except⊠the yellow flowers on his shirt. They seem even brighter than they were before.
Derek rushes over to the lecturn.Â
Avery!
Avery, can you hear me?
Avery doesnât respond. His avatarâs head is tilted, looking down at the lecturn, at the book.
AVERY
Derek punches Avery.
~~~
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is-
He is jolted out of the book. Something touched him. Something punched him. He feels the soreness of his shoulder. He does not hear the scraping of the mouse as he angles himself to see what hit him.
âŠ
There is a Knight here.
âŠ
Does heâŠ
âŠKnow him?
The Knight speaks. He does not read the text. He hears him speak.
âAvery? Are you okay?â
He stares at him.Â
His mouth opens and he speaks. He does not see the chat opening. He does not hear the clack of keys as he types.
âWhoâs Avery?â
~~~
Derekâs eyes go wide in horror.
You are
Youâre Avery
Donât you remember that?
Minutes pass, and Avery doesnât respond.
Derek frantically types onto his keyboard. Hello?
~~~
âHello?â
He barely hears its words.
He opens his mouth and speaks. He does not hear the keyboard. He does not feel his fingers. âIâm sorry. I have to do work for the church.â
He turns and walks out of the church. He feels the carpet give to his footsteps. He hears how it muffles his footsteps. He hears how it muffles the footsteps of the Knight behind him.Â
He is safe.
He is nothing.
âDidnât you see the signs?â The Knight asks, desperate. He hears him. He does not read his messages.
He blinks. He stops. He waits for something to come to his mind. Nothing comes.
He keeps walking. The Knight follows.
âAvery. Answer me.â
âI donât know who that is.â He answers. He picks another flower. He replants it. He feels the dirt on his fingertips. Caking underneath his fingernails. Staining his hands. Staining his hands. Staining his hands. He picks another flower. It smells sweet. He picks another flower. He feels the stem break under his hands.
He doesnât feel his body.
He is nothing.
He is safe here.
And his mind will be clean.
His mind will be clean.
He walks to the grave. He picks the flower there. He replants it in a different spot. He plants another flower. He feels the dirt caking on his skin. He feels it in the creases of his fingers.
He doesnât feel his body.
âStop what youâre doing and follow me.â
The Knight stands in front of him. He looks up. He blinks.Â
âAvery. Stop planting these useless flowers and follow me.â
He stares at The Knight.
Something is at the back of his mind.
D3RLORD! HELP ME! D3RLORD! I CANâT STOP. I CANâT. IT WONâT LET ME. D3RLORD. PLEASE. I NEED YOU.
He does not hear it.
But.
He gets up from his kneeling position. He feels the grass on his knees. The dirt. The flowers in his hands smell sweet.
He is nothing.
He is safe here.
The noise at the back of his mind fades as he follows the Knight.Â
Useless thoughts.Â
His mind will be clean.
The Knight leads him to the gate. He stops. It is not time yet. He will not go.
The Knight looks back at him.
âAvery. Follow.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âItâs not time yet.â
âTime for what?â
âHe does not need me yet.â
~~~
Averyâs response sends a shiver down Derekâs spine. He takes a breath and opens the chat again.
Weâre not going through the gate.
Just in front of it.
Avery stares at him.
Okay.
Derek sighs in relief and continues to lead Avery to the signs.
He steps to the side and makes his avatar nod its head at it. These signs. He types.Â
Averyâs head turns to them. Derek watches with baited breath.
~~~
He feels like heâs seen these before.
He doesnât dig deeper. Itâs only important if He wants him to remember.
They donât belong here.
He steps forward. He feels the nearby ferns and grass brush against him as he reaches forward. He reaches forward and he grabs the signs. He does not hear the click. He reaches forward and takes the signs down.
âWait, Stop!â
The Knight grabs his wrist.
He stops. He turns and looks at the Knight.
~~~
For a split second, it was like he could feel Averyâs wrist. It felt like he could reach forward and grab it. But thatâs impossible. This is still Minecraft, and it doesnât let you do those sorts of things.Â
He shakes his head and types. Didnât you see what they said?
Another agonizing pause. Why does he take so long to answer?
I donât remember.
Itâs not important.
I need to work for the church.
Excuse me.
Avery walks past Derek. He swears he can feel him brush past his shoulder, cold, unfeeling. Not the warmth of the Avery he knows. Not the soft, comforting touch of the Avery heâs seen.Â
Derek watches as Avery walks off, monotonous, almost like a robot. Itâs so⊠unsettling. So unlike the Avery that Derek⊠is familliar with.Â
He clenches his fists against the mouse, on top of the keyboard. He holds them by his sides, and he clenches his black gloved hands.
His Avery has to be in there somewhere.
He looks down at the floor. He looks down at his black gloved hands.
âŠIf he can use this physical touch.
If he can channel it, somehow, control it. Maybe⊠Maybe heâd be able toâŠ
Derek hears the sounds of plants breaking in the distance. He looks up and sees Avery going through the motions. Itâs almost like his colors are getting duller with each plant he punches, with each useless chore he completes. He gets greyer, and the yellow gets brighter.Â
He might be able to break him out of whatever trance heâs trapped in.
But it needs to be something drastic. It needs to be something unexpected.
âŠThe answer is clear in his mind. But⊠It would be selfish, wouldnât it? Does he really think this will break him out of it? Or is it just hopeful thinking?
Truly, what does he have to lose?
â...Okay, Derek.â He takes a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. âDonât mess this up, now.â
âI canât close my eyes, I canât look away, so⊠Next best thing is to focus on the game.âÂ
He finds a spot on the horizon in Minecraft to watch. He focuses in on it.Â
He tries to imagine the soft breeze, the sound of the leaves rustling. The air around him, the feeling of his armor, his gloves, his helmet, heavy but protective. His cape flapping gently in the breeze. He lets the world around him melt away, fall away into the background.
And, suddenly.
Just like that.
Heâs there.
Itâs like it switched. Instead of the world outside of Minecraft being the main focus, with Minecraft taking the backseat, itâs the other way around. Now thereâs only the inkling of his fingers on the keyboard, his hand on the mouse and his butt in his chair. He can focus on the game. Of the world inside the game. This domain.
And now that heâs here⊠The horrid, horrid energy of this world is off the charts. It sends the hairs on the back of Derekâs neck on end. He doesnât want to go anywhere near that church, near that horrible, horrible book.
But he has to.
For Avery.
Not wasting any time, he takes off in a run, kicking up dirt and grass behind him. Itâs such an amazing thing, being able to feel the wind on his face as he sprints in the game. He wishes he had time to experiment with this. Maybe in another universe.
He tackles Avery into a hug, gripping onto him tightly.
And he⊠reacts. Derek wasnât sure he could even feel this, but this is a good sign.
Delayed, Avery turns his head towards Derek. Oh, god. He looks even worse like this, up close. He still has a blocky shape, but his avatar seems to have more human features. At least⊠for now. Locs made of slime jostle on Averyâs head, but Derek can tell theyâre starting to merge into the rest of his body. He sees a tail, chunky and gloopy, but shrinking. Dripping onto the ground and not reforming.
And his eyes.
Oh, god. His eyes.
Derek canât even tell heâs alive.
âLet go of me.â
Reading his messages was nothing compared to hearing his voice. It⊠it isnât anything like Derekâs heard in his visions. Itâs so unlike Avery. Thereâs no joy, no adorable cluelessness. No laughter, no joking whining when he asks him to throw laundry in.
Derek clutches his head. He canât go too deep into that, not now. He needs to focus on whatâs now.
âIâm not letting go.â He says, with his voice. Vaguely, heâs aware of his hands typing keys. But he hears his voice more clearly.
âLet go of me. I have important work to do. The church needs to be taken care of. My mind must be clean.â
âYour mind is yours, Avery. It doesnât need to be anything but yours. Please.â His voice starts to crack as tears threaten to drop. But he holds himself together. âPlease, if you can hear me. Just give me something. Anything.â
Avery stares blankly at him.
âŠOh, no. He can see yellow reflected in his eyes, when the light hits it at the right angle.
Itâs now or never. Itâs now or never.
Gripping Avery hard enough to leave marks in the mallable slime, Derek leans forward and kisses him.
~~~
Lips on his.
He feels it.
Lips on his.
He⊠Can feel it.
The Knightâs lips on his own.
Thereâs movement at the back of his mind. A shuffle. A desperate clawing. A singular emotion breaks through, explained by three words.
This feels right.
âŠAvery closes his eyes.
But.
He is nothing.
How can he fight this?
How could someone like him possibly fight against this? If the signs werenât enough? If seeing him wasnât enough? Then what will be?
He is nothing.
He isnât a hero. He isnât smart. He isnât someone to rely on. He failed.
He failed.
He is nothing.
The Knight pulls away, just barely.
Avery only mutters a few wordsâŠ
â...Iâm sorry, D3rlord.â
âŠbefore the ruckus in his mind fades away.
For the final time.
He is nothing.
He is safe.
His mind is clean.
~~~
Derek finally pulls away from Avery. He searches his face.
He sees his eyes darting around desperately. A single blue tear rolls down his cheek.
â...Iâm sorry, D3rlord.â Avery whispers.
And then⊠the emotion fades away. The scared expression. It fades into an emotionless gaze.
âAvery.â Derek panics. He grabs the slimeâs shoulders. âAvery, no, speak to me. Speak to me! AVERY!â
There isnât a response. It doesnât even look like heâs looking at Derek. He just⊠Stares into the distance. Like he isnât even there.
âNo.â Derekâs voice wavers, eyes burning. âNo, I wonât let this happen. This canât happen. There has to be something else. There has to be-â He looks around, still holding Avery. âThe book, I should destroy the book, maybe that will-â
âItâs too late.â
The world goes dark. Averyâs head drifts downwards. Derekâs eyes go wide in shock. âAvery? Avery?!â
âThe vesselâs mind is clean. It is time for us to merge.â
Avery suddenly disappears from his hands. Derek steps back, looking around. No. No, it canât be.
From the darkness, a figure appears.
Derek startles. His head starts to hurt.
The King.
Avery stands in front of him, unreactive. After a moment, he kneels.
âYour majesty.â
The Kingâs shape is nebolous. Derek canât make out a definite outline. But he knows better than to look closer.
The King looks down at the Vessel in approval, and then turns to Derek.
âIt was brave of you to try. But foolish. You think pitiful signs are enough to break my spells? Foolish. Pathetic.â
Derekâs breathing picks up. He doesnât like this. Dread weighs heavy in his gut like an ugly stone. âGet away from him.â
The King ignores him and approaches the Vessel.
Derek tenses and equips his feeble wooden axe, a tool on its last legs. He sprints at the King, gripping the axe in a death hold.
But the King so much as looks at him, a single glaring yellow eye through the shadows, and he is forced to his knees. His axe breaks in his hands.Â
Derek strains against the force holding him down. He refuses to let it end like this.
The King turns back to the Vessel, and places a hand atop its head. âRecite this spell. And we shall become whole.â
âYes, your majesty.â
Derek yells, pushing his way to his feet. He scowls, taking a step forward.
The King looks back at him in surprise.
âGet away from him.â Derek repeats. He can still feel his physical body, vaguely. But here- He needs to be here. He needs to be able to fight the King where he resides.
A rattling hiss eminates from the King. âUseless. You will fall. Do you not realize that you have failed? You have brought the vessel right to me. All your message did was bring him closer. Entice him. Take advantage of his curiousity.â
The King steps forward, walking towards Derek. But he stands his ground. A bead of sweat drops from his temple and lands on his desk. He will not be intimidated. He will stand his ground. He will not move, no matter how much fear rattles his heart.
âDonât you see? The only reason you were allowed to live was to lure him in. To ensure his destruction. A stick is better when there is a carrot and a string attatched.â The King stops right in front of Derek.
It starts flooding back. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. His eyes are wet. His vision blurs red around the edges.
Derek takes a stuttering breath and looks up to the King. âIâm not going to let you take him.â He says, voice steady despite his mind crashing against itself.
âYou will kneel.â The King commands with a downward motion of his hand.
Derek is pit against another invisible force. But this time, he doesnât let it bring him to his knees. He strains, and keeps the King from forcing him to kneel completely. Slowly, limbs shaking, he rises.
âLeave. Him. Alone.â He says through grit teeth.
âYou defy me. Foolish. Pathetic.â He makes another motion downwards, forcing another wave onto Derek. âYou will kneel. I am this worldâs King. I will be free from my chains and rule as I please, as is my right. And my kingdom has no room for pathetic scum like you.â
Derek fights hard, muscles screaming. He looks up at the King. âWhy?â
He doesnât answer.Â
âWHY?â Derek shouts. âWhat makes you the worldâs rightful ruler?! By whoâs authority? On whoâs word? You donât belong here. These people arenât yours.â
âBe silent. Kneel.â
Derekâs voice disappears. He reaches up to his mouth. He tries to say something. Nothing comes out. He presses enter but his message doesnât send.
But he does not kneel.
Agonizing seconds pass.
â...IÂ see.â The King walks back over to the Vessel. Derek watches. The King places his hand atop its head again, and when he pulls back, it looks up.
It gets up from its kneeling position. Stiffly, it walks over to DerekâŠ
âŠAnd kneels in front of him. Holding his face in its hands.
Derekâs eyes go wide. âAvery.â He chokes.Â
But he knows it isnât real. He knows it isnât. He doesnât see anything in his eyes. He doesnât see anything on his face.
âItâs okay.â The Vessel says. âYou failed. Youâre nothing. You can stop fighting. You are safe.â
âWe will merge. You have failed. Stop fighting.â
Derek looks away from its face, tears falling down his cheeks. They land on his desk. They land on the darkness and dissappear. His arms hurt. His legs hurt. His eyes hurt. His head hurts.Â
âKneel.â
âŠ
Derek kneels, arms and legs giving away.
The King smiles.Â
The Veseel lets go of Derek. It stands. And it walks back, kneeling in the same place as before. Like nothing ever happened.
âNow. We will begin.â
The Veseel opens its mouth and speaks.
âI STAND AND GIVE MY EYES TO YOU. ONE BY ONE. SHADOWED SHORE FAR UNDONE. TO YOU I POUR CORRODED SUN. WAKE ME. AS-â
âWait.â Derek chokes.
The King looks at him. The Vessel stops.
Derek hesitates.
â...Please.â He whispers. â...Take me with him.â
The King tilts his head, interested.
â...I donât want to be away from him.â Derek hiccups, tears blurring his vision. âDo with me what you must. But⊠Please. I just donât want to be away from him.âÂ
He starts to tremble. âWeâre together in every universe. Please. Please, if this has to be the outcome⊠Take me with him.â
The King is pleased. But he lets Derek continue on.
âI knew⊠I knew that I wouldnât be coming out of this alive.â He hiccups again. âI canât get up from my computer. I canât get up to do anything. How is that a way to live? Even if I somehow managed, I⊠I donât know how I would cope with⊠with my head.âÂ
âYou surrender yourself to me?â Asks the King. âBody, mind, and soul?â
âYou have to promise that weâll be together.â Derek says, finally looking up. âNo matter what⊠what you do to me. You have to promise that weâll be together. Me and Avery.â
âWe will be merged. Avery was gone the moment he opened that book.â
Derek shuts his eyes, trying to prevent another wave of tears from flooding. âJust⊠some way. Please. There has to be. Arenât you a being of infinite power? Infinite everything?â
âHm.âÂ
âMore pawns are better than one, rightâŠ?â
â...Very well.â
Suddenly, something grips Derekâs mind. He goes stiff. âGk-?â
Hands reach into his nearly-broken mind.
Shivers wrack his body.
Pieces barely held together are ripped apart.
And Derek can feel it.
Fingers pry apart every piece of his mind.
And he feels all of it.
He cannot think. He cannot, itâs too much. Itâs too much. Itâs too much.
The pieces are jammed together, put in a way they do not belong. They are fused together. They are mended together. He feels the fingers reach in and test each new connection, rearranging pieces before it is made final.
The hands retract.
Derek falls to the ground with a rustle of clothes and a jostle of armor.
Derekâs body slumps against his desk. Unmoving.
The King watches.
âŠThe Knight sits himself up. With a single yellow eye showing from underneath his helmet, he looks up at the King.
â...My Lord.â He kneels in reverence.
The King smiles.
âNow, vessel. Repeat the spell.â
âI STAND AND GIVE MY EYES TO YOU. ONE BY ONE. SHADOWED SHORE FAR UNDONE. TO YOU I POUR CORRODED SUN. WAKE ME.â
The Vesselâs eyes are engulfed in golden light.
âAS ONE.â
~~~
Celebratory fireworks cover the sound of the Earth rumbling. They cover the sound of lightning striking the Earth.Â
The New Year comes.
And The King Is Released.
~Fin~
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AU Where the brainwashing of the book is too strong so Avery only briefly breaks out before going back to the "I am nothing." Mindset. D3rlord3 for some reason goes back to the gates and finds him, only to see this stranger he was trying to protect completely out of it. Continuing a routine imposed upon him by something cruel. Anytime he tries to talk to Avery, he's met with: "..I'm sorry. I'm busy right now. I have to clean up around the church. (In an even worse scenario, Avery looks at him, and faintly recognises the Knight.. somehow. But that's still not enough to get him away from the mind control.)
-blue orchid anon (get it? Cuz he kept replanting blue orchids)
Additional idea, imagine the Book not only mentally transformed Avery into a blank slate, a perfect vessel for the King, but also physically as well
And if D3rlord3 comes back through the Gate, he sees a literal stranger meandering through the flowers
Still in the oven, but the brick's baking! Oh boy oh boy! If the ~8 people who saw my last sfawtde one shot thought THAT one hurt, just WAIT until you see this one.
...You can get a little sneak peak. As a treat.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is-
He is jolted out of the book. Something touched him. Something punched him. He feels the soreness of his shoulder. He does not hear the scraping of the mouse as he angles himself to see what hit him.
âŠ
There is a Knight here.
âŠ
Does heâŠ
âŠKnow him?
The Knight speaks. He does not read the text. He hears him speak.
âAvery? Are you okay?â
He stares at him.Â
His mouth opens and he speaks. He does not see the chat opening. He does not hear the clack of keys as he types.
AU Where the brainwashing of the book is too strong so Avery only briefly breaks out before going back to the "I am nothing." Mindset. D3rlord3 for some reason goes back to the gates and finds him, only to see this stranger he was trying to protect completely out of it. Continuing a routine imposed upon him by something cruel. Anytime he tries to talk to Avery, he's met with: "..I'm sorry. I'm busy right now. I have to clean up around the church. (In an even worse scenario, Avery looks at him, and faintly recognises the Knight.. somehow. But that's still not enough to get him away from the mind control.)
-blue orchid anon (get it? Cuz he kept replanting blue orchids)
Additional idea, imagine the Book not only mentally transformed Avery into a blank slate, a perfect vessel for the King, but also physically as well
And if D3rlord3 comes back through the Gate, he sees a literal stranger meandering through the flowers
