Jun 26
Deltarune Weird Route Spoiler Below!
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Deltarune Weird Route Spoiler Below!
A number generator. A random number generator. That sends out a random number. A number. From one. To infinity. But that description wouldn't be correct, as this utter mockery of the universe's laws can only spit out finite numbers. How many finite numbers? All of them. This monstrosity of a metal box can only be used once. It has never been used.
The sheer idea of this horrifying beast completely and utterly baffles me. The year is 2088. We have solved the Riemann Hypothesis. We have three odd perfect numbers. There are three numbers that don't succumb to the "unavoidable" 4-2-1 chain when faced with the Collatz Conjecture. They were the same. Three. Numbers. All of these monumental discoveries, few of many. Discovered by the most intelligent mathematician that ever lived. Me.
And despite my mental prowess, the sheer idea of this. Thing. Eludes me. This kind of machine shouldn't even be possible. Not only does it break the laws of mathematics, it breaks the laws of physics. And yet it sits in my hands. My feeble, significantly intelligent, yet mortal hands. I am holding the heart of a god. The skull of the devil. The core of the universe. The Big Bang. The Theory of Everything. And it feels. Like a dense, rusty metal cube.
What would the number spit out even be? The chance of any number at all would be that number out of. Infinity? So all and every single number would have an absolute zero chance to be chosen. Yet a number must be chosen. A number will be chosen by this unfathomable entity. Despite every singular rule from every singular law of the universe screaming and begging at the top of its brobdingnagian unfathomable ethereal cosmic lungs.
I take what is likely the most quenching breath of all of humanity. I slowly position my index finger on the obnoxious rectangular shaped button. "GENERATE". It's red. The warning signal of nature. Not the warning signal of the universe, as the universe heeds no warning, the universe is what's heeded. I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as possible, hope for the best, and press down. I slowly, but surely, open my eyes. Would the feeble, unworthy human eye even be able to comprehend the sheer scale and impossibility of the outcome?
The number is four.
Alright so final thoughtssssssssss:
Maybe being a med student isn't that bad and I should be careful about my social substance intake........
What was that ending tho........ Imma just chalk it up to the dream being weird
What if 15x20 ends with Dean and Sam just doing laundry. Like what Becky said the fans want. What even.
Visitors
Fair Warning: This is in first person and the main character is just me if I was in this situation and I am an oblivious person. It’s a miracle I’m not dead already.
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Halloween. It’s probably my favorite day of the year.
I always love seeing the creativity of all of the costumes and listening to the shrieks of glee as the kids run from house to house.
Unfortunately, I don’t get a whole lot of visitors due to a combination of living out on the edge of nowhere and the weird rumors. (I’m different and that’s okay. The neighbors just love to hold tight to their stereotypes)
But I love the visitors I do get. They’re mostly teenagers, too, so it makes me feel good to show them some love. (And they really appreciate full-sized candy bars)
The first few years they began showing up, I don’t think they were up to any good…
A pot crashed on the front porch.
I sighed and shook my head with a small smile on my lips, grabbing the bowl of candies.
I opened the door and looked around, spying someone in a very realistic werewolf costume ducked down below the side of the porch.
“Hello,” I called. “Happy Halloween.”
The teenager froze.
I looked down at the pot by his feet, obviously knocked off the railing above, and smiled comfortingly.
“At least it was an empty one.” Silence. “That’s a fantastic costume. Did you make it yourself?”
He blinked, his yellow contacts flashing in the darkness.
“You could say that.”
I chuckled and knelt closer, holding the bowl out.
“Would you like some candy?”
He eyed the bowl and glanced back up sheepishly.
“Do you have anything besides chocolate?”
I turned the bowl around so the side with all the gummies was facing him.
He snatched a bag with a clawed hand and ran off, a “thank you” shouted over his shoulder.
I woke up the next morning to find a new pot with colored glass inlaid in the clay in front of the door and the broken pot swept and put in a box for recycling.
The next year, he came right up to the door. I had a bag full of gummies waiting for him, which made him smile so big he showed off his fangs. (I really am going to have to ask him where he got those. They’re just so realistic)
When I was getting ready for bed, though, I heard some scratching and thumping from outside.
After I put on my robe and slippers, I picked up the candy bowl and opened the front door to find two people climbing the side of my house.
I couldn’t see any equipment, so they must’ve been on the gymnastics team, but I didn’t know that it was possible to climb plastic siding.
When I stepped out, they both froze like I’d caught them both with their hands in the cookie jar… That is, if the cookie jar was twenty feet in the air.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
The boy looked up at the girl who just shook her head minutely.
I barely kept from rolling my eyes. They were either there to rob me or trying to pull some sort of prank and I was not having it.
“How about you two hop on down here, take some candy, and go on home?” I frowned, realizing how late it was. “Do your parents know you’re out right now?”
They shared a look.
“No, ma’am.” The boy let go of whatever he was hanging onto and landed in a crouch in front of me, his friend following smoothly.
I blinked twice at the smell. They must have had pockets full of pennies, because they reeked of copper. I wondered what kind of prank they were pulling with that…
Both teenagers took candy bars and left, whispering between themselves the whole way down the road.
I really couldn’t figure out what equipment they used to get up there, though.
I didn’t see anything, but there were claw marks on the side of my house the next morning.
The third year, I actually had some little kids. Three of them, and they even knocked on the door!
“Hello!” I ignored the fact that they weren’t in costume except for their black contact lenses.
“Hello, miss,” said the first in a monotone voice.
“We’re lost,” continued the second.
“May we come in and use your phone?” the third finished, smiling entirely too sweetly.
I laughed. Oh, these kids were good.
“How about I just give you some candy as a treat, that way you don’t have to trick me?”
They shared a silent, blank-faced conversation. The eldest turned back to me, squinting with a serious expression.
“That would be acceptable.”
The trio filled their pockets (I hope their parents forgave me for the inevitable sugar high) and scampered off down the road.
Ever since then, every year, I’ve gotten more and more visitors.
The ages range from elementary students to college-aged, and the costumes vary even more.
I’ve had everything from fairies to werewolves. (I had a gorgon came by last year)
On the occasion some kids come trying to cause trouble, I’ve caught the others confronting them in the woods behind the house. They never turn them away, but they make sure that everyone knows that this is a safe place.
Since that started happening, kids have been coming all year ‘round (still in their costumes) and they’ve just been getting weirder and weirder.
But even the weird theater kids need a place to hang out sometimes.
I can’t wait to see what new costumes show up tonight.
I’m thinking about making a big roast and inviting everyone in for dinner.
Some of those kids look so hungry every time I see them…
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HIATUS IS OVER, ZI-O COMPLETED
FINALLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYY
I am back my lovelies!!! <3
Sheril's dog: *puts head on Sheril's lap*
Sheril: Oh hello. Let me guess- you want someone to pay attention to you.
Dog: *snuffs*
Sheril: Well- I suppose I could give you a little right now *pets dog* I am really busy though.
30 seconds later
Sheril: Alright, that's enough *continues work*
Dog: *paws Sheril and puts head on his lap again*
Sheril: You want more?! Oh alright- I suppose *pets dog again*
1 minute later
Sheril: Alright now I need to get this done! Go along now! Go see Road or Tricia!
Dog: *barks* *puts head back on his lap*
Sheril: Again?! Alright I'll-
5 minutes later
10 minutes later
22 minutes later
Sheril: My arm is getting tired... I love you but please... please stop. Let me go...
Dog: *glares at Sheril when he stops*
Sheril: *feels guilty and continues petting dog*
Dog: *happily panting*
Sheril: *sigh* Well... I suppose I can't escape.
Tricia: *walks in the room*
Dog: *ditches Sheril and goes to her*
Tricia: Oh- the dog was with you! Sorry... I didn't mean to take him away-
Sheril: As much as I love the dog, my arm thanks you.
Tricia: Oh dear *chuckle*
Cataclysm Weird Ending - when the universe reincarnated, everyone relevant to the plot suddenly has bunny ears.
Pfff,
Maybe like arrows pointing to their relevance.
(Marinette just wondering why an arrow is always over her head)