When we landed back in Equestria the damage wasn’t bad. Some uplifted dirt, and only two buildings had damage, Sugar Cube Corner, which just had a small crack in the wall, and Sofa and Quills, which had a broken Window. When I got home though… It looked like it did before the remodel. Ruins… My kids all searching through the rubble, Cadence, and the babies were all with Den...who had a cast on her arm. “Oh, hey Ben!” Den called out. “Where did you get sent too?”

“My original world.” I said slowly. “It's apparently been over a hundred years there...so where's the bitch that destroyed our home and attacked my kids?” I growl.

“Gone.” Cadence said. “She left this.” Cadence said, giving me the slip of paper.

I unfolded it.

Mammam, Pater auxilium! amicus Scarry

“The hell?” I frowned. “Wait…” I frowned, fearing this was a trap.

Genos walked over, looking at the words. “It is Latin. The message is bizarre though.”

“Don't read it outloud.” I tell him bluntly.

“It’s nothing bad, just strange. It says ‘Mommy, Father, Help. Scarry friend’.” Genos said. “Like something a child would write.”

“Now don't be surprised...but once I kick the shit out of Tempests guardian and kill it...I might be getting a new fiance.” I tell him.

“Is that a common trend with you?”

“No, the common trend is...bed room things with a woman mostly.” I shrug nervously. “Now sure this was after they decided they wanted to actually date me for reasons like ‘I'm a hero’, ‘I'm a prince of a country’, or apparently some old law that said if you get a royal woman pregnant your basically married.” I explain. “It makes no sense but hey, at least I have a loving family.”

“I see. Well, it seems your residence has been demolished. My scans show no loss of life or danger within the area. Oh, wait, where is Master Saitama?”

“Tempest threw him into the Realm of Darkness.” Den said. “She did it fast too, seems she knew he was too strong.”

“Shit…” I said worriedly. “That's not good...that's not good at all.”

“I am certain he will be alright.” Sonic said, appearing in a sudden haze. “It will take more than a land of monsters to kill him.”

“I don't know how strong Saitama is...but let's just say there's worse things than Heartless lurking in the darkness.” I said, a tad worried about the guys safety.

It was then a DTD opened up nearby, and out flew Saitama, landing on his face as it closed fast. “Well that was rude.” He said, getting up and dusting himself off. “Oh, hey guys. Can you believe those Heartless things kicked me out of that place? I was hoping someone there can put up a good fight.”

I looked over and saw a very mad Invisible holding up a sign that said ‘Keep him out of our realm’. “Huh…” I blinked, finding that...rather concerning. “Okay then...didn't expect that to happen.” I frowned. “So...my house is kind of destroyed and Tempest is apparently scared of the suit of armor that protects here...things just keep getting better and better.” I roll my eyes at my random amount of shit luck here.

“So, should you be like, house shopping or something?” Saitama asked me. “Cause it looks like your old place is… worse than mine becomes at times.”

“I might be able to help.” Den said, standing up and handing me a small item… it was odd. It was what felt like a small wooden door with elegant designs atop of metal pole that ended as a drill. “It’s one of Cript’s prototypes. Just make sure you put it in a wide open field.” She explained.

“Okay.” I said, remembering there was a big open field not too far from here. “And what, suddenly a house will form that's big enough for my family?”

“I imagine. All he said was that it’s massive and best start it in a large open field.”

“Okay then. There's an open field not far from here.” I say, holding the prototype thing. “Did he say anything like how to use it? Cause I don't want to just go off and then do nothing for five minutes wondering how it works…”

“Just place the drill into the ground and wait a few seconds. He did say back up a few feet after putting it into the ground.”

“Okay then.” I said, summoning my keyblade glider. “Well I'll be back, hopefully this thing works…” I said before getting on my bike and flying off to the open field. After about two minutes of flying I landed in a peaceful open field and hopped off my bike. “Okay Cript...let's see what happens…” I mutter before placing the drill into the ground and backing up.

About fifteen seconds passed before the small door began glowing, then opened as metal began growing out from it, forming a circle around as suddenly blue lines began forming a cylinder, the lines growing chrome metal around, making a double door with a single step into it. It then had a blue screen come up, the words ‘Register owner’ appearing on it as did an image of a hand below the words.

I took off my glove and put my hand on where it showed the hand. ”Maybe it's a DNA thing?” I think to myself, wondering how this works. “Ben.” I said, wondering if if also needed a name here.

Some glowing lines ran across all directions of the screen at once, then- “Ow!” I yelped, taking my hand off fast as the screen pinched me. It then showed a loading bar before showing an image of my face, as well as other stuff I’m not sure what it was since it went by fast. It then showed me six images. One was a trailer house, the other a brick house, another a log cabin, one was an RV, another a small, one story house, and the last was rather...odd. It was like a detachable camper you hook up to a car or truck.

“Weird…” I muttered, shrugging and picking the brick house.

After I clicked it the screen changed, asking me to back up some distance. Once I did the cylinder began altering, those blue lines appearing again as it changed into the brick house, even growing a brick wall with a rather large metal gate for the entrance before the house. The house itself though wasn’t too big, at all. It was easy two stories, well made and looked nice but wasn’t big, big enough for his family at least… ”Then again, this is Cript.” I thought, figuring there was more to it than it seemed. ”Let's check the inside shall we…” I thought as I walked towards my new house.

Passed the gate and inside the yard, it was nice. Small but nice. I saw there was a Key in the lock of the front door. I took it, looking at it as it seemed normal. I took a deep breath, turning the door knob and… HOLY SHIT!!! It was gigantic inside. I couldn’t see all the way up. Stairs and elevators everywhere as well furniture, and who whole place was...so well designed, elegant, classy, but also modern.

“Hot damn…” I muttered. “Well...this is our new house…” I say, loving it a lot as I turned around. “Better go tell everyone.” I muttered before exiting and heading off to tell everyone about our new house and hopefully salvage some of our stuff.

With a fair amount of our stuff salvaged it was a long move in, but when all the kids were in I picked out the new Bedroom for myself, my...other self? Body, whatever, and the girls. What made me pick it was that it connects to the room next door, which will be the nursery. The bed was very large and fluffy. Cadence took a room nearby, as did Den and my Council members each took a room also, though on lower floors. I just layed on the bed, feeling tired and...stressed. “God damn it…” I muttered, covering my face with my hands. “So much stress...but...hey at least my kids are okay…” I muttered to myself thankfully. “But...what to do now…”

I needed a walk. I got up and left, but didn’t get far as I heard some crying. It was from Cadence’s room. Slowly I approached, and even slower I opened the door. Cadence was sitting on her bed, looking at a photo. “Shining…” She whined, trying to wipe tears away. “I just wished… you could have seen your foal, at least once...that I could have told you in time…” She broke out in tears again. There was so much regret in her voice.

I looked down sadly, remembering how Cript gave me my parents back a while ago, and then remembering how I can bring someone back to life. ”Wait...maybe…” I think to myself, wondering if I truly could. ”I probably can't...god knows where this Cadences Shining is right now…” I think to myself bitterly, wondering if I should tell her about how he might be watching over her due to that weird tv thing Joy and others found a while ago.

With a sigh I closed the door, and walked along. I was passing Den’s room and saw it open a crack. Walking inside I saw her setting up, a shrine I think. It was showing...an older, anthro Spike, or maybe just an older Spike. She lit up some candles and pulled out a small tripod thing, like for cameras. She pressed a button on it and it made a holographic screen inthe air. There, Photos of her, Cript, a Pony Twilight, Luna, Chrysalis, Lyra, and some kids. Two young griffons, a thestral, Scootaloo, and Spike to the middle right of the image. They looked like they were at a caravel. Den sighed. “Where did the time go… Feels like yesterday it was just a few.” She said, a smile on her face, though I could tell she was sad.

“Mom?” I asked softly, feeling like I was intruding but I wanted to help someone at least. “Who...was that Spike?” I asked gently, not knowing anything about this but wanting to know just so I could help.

She looked at me, smiling as she motioned for me to take a seat with her, and I did. “Spike...was the first real child Cript had, after Twilight joined his family. Twilight thought of him like a little brother, but Cript treated him like a son, and so did Twilight soon after. He didn’t know who he was, or what he was interested in, and Cript, he felt guilty for coming in somewhat late into his life, so, he spoiled him. So many video games, toys, and he had Spike go to school, something Twilight didn’t do since she would normally homeschool him. It was at school he discovered something he was interested in.”

“What was that?” I asked curiously.

“Wrestling, and later, Boxing. When he told Cript, Cript signed him up for them immediately. We saw every match, his wins and losses, and when he decided he wanted to fight like Cript, he began training. Physically, he grew up to about six or seventeen, but when he...passed, in reality, he was only fourteen. He grew to be so strong, so very strong. He was number one in the combat for a good long time, and on the fight where he regained that rank, he discovered, tapped into Humanity power, the first of all you kids to do it. Cript was so proud.”

I nodded. “I understand…he was too young…” I sighed out, not believing he was only fourteen.

“He was...so happy. That’s why he died though… Nexus...is always watching, how or from where we’re not sure. They feared Spike, because it meant he was the first in a long line of new threats to them, as is they fear Cript, another...made them change their tactics. They abandoned making Psychopaths...and are making themselves something worse. Deletes. Admins fear them, they erase everything, even an Admin. They were thought Immortal till Cript killed one… Spike didn’t know, none of us did at the time. Spike must have thought that...it was just a Nexus member, someone dealt with...he didn’t know what he became...or who it was…” She said, her voice dripping poison and anger.

I raised an eyebrow. “Who was it?” I asked, thinking she knew this person and hated him to hell and back.

“Andrew Vice. Nexus’s leader...and Cript’s father.”

I blinked. “Oh...thats…” I start, trying to find the words to describe the sudden indescribable hatred I felt for this guy. “Huh...I can't find words to describe my rage for that guy…” I said, just knowing he was Nexus’s leader already made me hate the hell out of him, but knowing he was the one who caused Cripts pain just made me even more pissed.

“He fathered all of Cript’s reflections, when he was born to Nexus, they knew he was pure evil. Soulless, a black heart that’s cruelty knows no end, and like Cript, doesn’t die easy. He would have been the perfect Psychopath, but they had him, used him to lead their actions, making them all crueler, and he was used to create newer, powerful Psychopaths. Cript fought him many times, each time Cript won each fight, but Andrew Vice comes back every time. If Nexus is ever to fall, he must die...but how...is a question Cript asks himself every time they fight.”

“Im sure theres a way.” I said. “Unless he found a way to remove the fact he can die from himself I'm sure he can die.”

“Who knows. Maybe he’s a fact, like Psychopaths, the fact of Evil.” She huffed. “Pray, you never see him. If you do, it’s you...or your loved ones...he’ll make you choose...if it’s easy for you...then he takes both.”

I frowned. “Well that's not good…” I said. “Jeez...and here I wanted to help cheer you up...not talk about the multiverses biggest cock goblin.”

Den chuckled. “Yes. He is that and more.” She said, wrapping an arm around me and bringing me in close into a half hug. “Cript went through so much to prevent just this… but like they say, no plan makes it in the battle field. So, what will you be doing next?”

“That depends, cause I have an ass ton of things to do both here and in Zebrica…” I said, hugging Den as best I could. “There's...just so much to do...I know I can make clones of myself but still..”

“A Hero holds the weight of the world on their shoulders, but only the hero chooses if others can share in that weight.” Den said soothingly. “Cript tried to share that weight, but finds it hard, when looking at the danger involved.”

“I know…” I sigh out. “Sharing the weight is something I should do but...Im...I'm scared I'll lose my family again...and the nightmares aren't helping…” I said sadly, not fully understanding what Humanity meant by ‘understanding both good and evil will stop your nightmares’. “I don't want to lose my family again…”

“No one does. I know that pain, it fuels me to protect what I have now.” She said, wrapping her other arm around me now. “Most everyone in this family, has lost so much, that now, we will do whatever it takes to protect what we have now. Just like you wi-” She stopped suddenly. I looked up, seeing her sniffing the air and listening. For what I’m not sure.

“What's wrong?” I asked, worried something appeared near here.

“... It’s…” Her eyes opened, fear in them deep. “An Admin.”

I blinked. “That's...a whole bunch of not good...they shouldn't be here…” I said worriedly.

“They must be looking for Cript.” Den said, getting up and looking down the hallway. “They’re inside the house, we have to find them fast. A lot of what’s left of the old Admins really hate Cript, he's an abomination to them. Purest assholes.” She huffed, heading down the hallway as I followed.

“I hope to god they don't hurt my family…” I mutter, hoping this is a friendly visit and not one where I will get my ass handed to me because reasons.

We made it to the long stairway/elevators. Den looked over the edge and jumped over. I ran and looked over, hearing a thud as she hit the ground but I could barely see the dot that was her still moving down another hallway. “Wonders.” I mutter, jumping over and flying down, trying to follow her the best I could.

It took a bit of searching but I found her. We were in the main entry way. Den stood across from a woman dressed in all grey, her eyes a hollow white and hair black, looking wet, like she came out from a shower or swim. “You are...Kin to Cript the Admin?” She asked, her voice as hollow as she looked.

“Are you going to attack me and everyone affiliated with me if I am?” I ask bluntly. “I'd love to know before answering.” I said, not sure why she's here and fearing the worst given what she immediately started with.

“I need...His help.” She said, talking Den and I off guard.

“Well...I am his kin...and why do you need his help?” I ask, finding that even more worrying.

“A Delete has appeared. Cript is the only one of us to kill them. Please, it’s erasing Multiverses as we speak. My home will be gone entirely within a day your time wolf.” She explained. “Please, where is he?”

I checked my assistant, hoping to call him and tell him about this. “I'm not sure...hold on…” I said worriedly. ”Please call…” I think to myself worriedly.

”We’re sorry, your call cannot be completed at this time.” Said my assistant as the call dropped.

“Well fuck…” I frowned. “Can you get a hold of Cript?” I asked Den worriedly, already thinking of what to do here.

Before she could reply that Admin was right in front of me. “You...you hold that same power as he.” She said, grabbing my face by the cheeks. “You have to help.” Before I could react, I felt… I felt like I was everywhere, blind but not, in pain but not, breathing...but not. When it ended I fell to the ground, my senses freaking out as I was suddenly in some broken down house. It was dark outside.

“Christ, warn me next time lady.” I grumbled shaking my head and looking around, drawing my Keyblade and Frozen Pride just in case.

“Welcome to my creation young wolf. This simple building is my home. As you can see, the Delete has caused great damage. No longer is the sky above us, nor even the sun lighting it.” She said, motioning towards the window.

I took a look outside. It was a thick, large forrest outside with lots of bushes and...large spider webs and skeletons... “Oh dear…” I said worriedly. “And the giant spider webs and skeletons?”

“Forgive me, I should explain.” She said. I turned around and she bowed. “I am Nergala. The Admin of Fear and dread. My reaction holds both fears of admins and creations within their creations alike. My worlds may try to harm you, and I apologize for that. The only threat never allowed in this world are Deletes, and Psychopaths.”

“Well one somehow came here.” I said. “But...you say I have Cripts powers...I suppose that's because of Humanity?” I asked curiously.

“Yes. Humanity, and Purpose. Older than Admins, and more powerful than Code. Where it originated is unknown, but it’s a power no admins can wield, unless they had it before they became one, like Cript.”

“Purpose?” I ask curiously. “That's a thing as well?”

“Purpose and Humanity are the two powers that keep all creations whole. Humanity, the power of free will and choice, and Purpose the force of placement, and order. They worked cooperatively, until the Admin war, which is why our numbers are so low today. Purpose became corrupted, and it’s power became that the Psychopaths use today. Purpose, to end all. Deletes are similar, but occur naturally within the voids, created only to keep admins in check, our infinite realities...minimize, or erased completely. Purpose’s greatest creation, tamer, smart, and stops when it’s orders are done. But, it’s still, at the core, a Psychopath.”

I put my hand over my left eye. “Cool but...I still barely understand any of this. My Psychopath powers...I'm too scared to see if I could use and Humanity is random at best if I could use it…” I sigh out. “Funny that I got these powers like...maybe a month ago? And barely understand it even though I fought Psychopaths before…”

“Whatever the case, you cannot waste time- Move!” She pushed me away as...a line came from nowhere. It went through the air, house, floor… her arms...and in a blink...it was all gone. A five foot line of the house across was gone… I looked down, where dirt and rock were under the house...gone. I looked up, seeing Nergala bleeding as both her arms from just before the elbows forward were...gone. “Gah!” She cried, clearly scared and...fear filled. “I made this place to hold fears...but fear of death… it’s too cruel even for I.” She spoke through tears.

I moved over and summoned my Lexicon. “Hold on, I got you.” I said, starting to chant a healing spell to try and help the woman.

“Your magic is useless here.” She quickly said. “You need Code to heal me, you need to be an admin for them to even have an effect…” She said, forcing herself up somehow and resting on a chair nearby. “Kill the Delete, and I can undo it’s damage, heal myself. But if you don’t end it soon...I fear I too will soon die.”

That was a scary thought. “I'll do my best...let's hope it's enough…” I muttered before running off, trying to find the Delete as my left eye turned into a Psychopaths. ”Just gotta figure out how to have both Psychopath power and Humanity power at the same time while fighting for my right to exist...this is a whole lot bigger than just fighting a Kingdom Hearts villain…” I think to myself, not sure when and how I went from Core to Deletes.

The forrest was no help in finding where the damned thing is. I ran, till I bumped into someone… Pennywise?! “Move! Run!” He yelled, shoving me aside and continued running.

I frowned. “Funny seeing scary movie monsters screaming ‘run’.” I frowned, keeping alert as I buffed myself as much as I could and continued forward in my search. “For a being whose erasing existence you'd think it wouldn't be this hard to find it…”

I spoke too soon as I had to stop abruptly as a sudden lack of existence in front of me. From as far as the eye could see, right to left, I could see… nothing. Nothing safe for the ten foot tall black knight walking atop the nothingness before me, a large greatsword in it’s grip. It stopped, then looked up to me. “Creation. Why don’t you run like the rest?” It asked.

“Cause someone's gotta stand up and stop this senseless destruction.” I told it, Nothingness sparking from the fact this was a powerful creature of Void. “And I'm that someone.”

“Nothingness? You are unique from the others that have fallen. Pray tell, what brings you here? I can tell you are from another Admin’s creation.”

“The admin you're trying to kill wanted help, so I'm giving them help considering your powers are bullshit from what I've heard.” I said honestly.

“Hmm...Normally I’d ignore you, but long has it been since a challenge has appeared before me.” He said, the ground around him for about fifteen feet or so came back. “A duel to the death then. Kill me and before I expire everything removed shall be returned. Die by my blade, and your realm will be next.” He said, lifting his large sword like it was a dagger.

I took a deep breath, Nothingness swirling around me as I lifted my keyblade, my runes glowing bright. “Just to warn you, I'm a bit hard to kill.” I said, my left eye being the shade of a Psychopaths.

The delete laughed for a second. “This will be interesting.” He said. I stepped onto the battlefield and he rushed me. I blocked, quickly side stepping and landing a hit on his side. My Assistant changed my view. I could see it’s HP bar, like in games. It wasn’t too long, but the amount gone from my hit was barely noticeable. I also saw its name. The Delete Rogel.

“Rogel huh?” I asked. “Got a story you want to tell?” I ask, raising my Keyblade up as a bolt of lightning crashed down onto the Delete.

“Like many before me to become Deletes I was born within the void.” He said, swinging his sword that I dodged by ducking down. “I came from the calmer area’s within the void, til I set out to find a place for myself within the Non Existence.” He slashed down, his impact on the ground knocking me down from the vibrations. “I battled and slayed many a foe and monster, but my place in my home was yet to be found.” He then quickly tried to punch me, which I jumped up and over him before slashing him across his back. “Grah! Haha! Then, my calling found me!” He said happily, spin kicking me into the air and then hammer fisting me back to the ground. “Purpose itself called me to become a Delete. I found my place within my home, and here I am today, sixty trillion eons later!” He said, lifting his foot up and then bringing it down on me. I rolled out of the way and got back up quick. “Many a realms and Admins have fallen to my blade. It’s never personal, it’s just what I was born to do.”

“Yeah? Well apparently Purpose here thought I was supposed to be a Guardian.” I said, motioning to my left eye. “But I'm here for a much bigger reason…” I growl, thinking about my family and friends, trying to figure out how to channel Humanity instead of it being a random chance. “And that bigger reason is to protect people from bastards like you.” I growled, summoning Skysplitter and slamming it into the ground, a wave of jagged rocks shot out towards the knight.

He was knocked back. I rushed him, knocking him on his back and thrusting my Keyblade into his chest. I saw on the bar it did a fair amount of damage, but he quickly pushed me off him. “A Bastard you say? Tell me this, would a bastard be a father, with a wife waiting for him to return with two children and one along the way?” He asked, getting back up. “I know not what life within your Admins playgrounds is like, but life within the void is simple, the strongest survive.” He said, spreading out his free arm and from it, a black shield with symbols that...just looking at them was difficult. It then spat out small blades around it’s edge, and they began moving fast, and silent. “By my family, I shall not lose this fight.”

I looked at him sadly. “That's something I didn't want to hear…” I muttered, shifting into Master form. “Cause I also have a family, a really big one...with about twenty wives and over three hundred and fifty adopted daughters, several born children and an ass load more kids on the way.” I said, knowing this fight will make one family lose someone special to them. I smacked my Keyblade on Frozen Pride as a challenge, an aura of power surrounding me. “By my family, I shall not lose this fight!” I bark.

We charged. In my head I could see my family. Luna, Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie. Braig, before and after. I remembered the good times, the bad, losing my parents, having them returned to me. I felt pain and happiness within me. I swung, he blocked my hit with his shield, and I saw my Keyblade was glowing with a swirling white and red aura. Frozen Pride was as well, right when I realized something… Sometimes evil is necessary. To save this place, and my family...I’d have to kill someone with their own family...and he was in the same boat. An act of evil...for a good result.

“I’m sorry.” I said, using Frozen pride to back his shield away, and jabbed my Keyblade into his chest. I saw his hp bar drop to zero. I looked at the Knight, my right eye feeling a little different as I kept myself at the ready if he might still have fight in him.

He dropped his sword and shield, then laughed softly. “Heh. As promised.” He said, raising his hands as in a blink...the forrest was back. The sky above was sunset, the colors making the forest look amazing.

“Funny...how a being who is made to destroy can give back what it took.” I said honestly, finding the forest a whole lot better.

“We take in a creation, and turn it into energy to make ourselves stronger. I had yet to turn it all into power.” He said, falling to his back, his helmet fell off… he looked...human. “The one thing I admit about Admins...Most of them make...beautiful skies.” He said, his body fading until all that was left was an empty suit of armor with a hole in it, his sword and shield.

“Yeah...they do.” I nodded solemnly, walking over and collecting his armor, shield and sword. “It was...a necessary evil…” I mutter to myself, wondering if I should try to find Rogels family and give them his stuff, go home and make a gravestone for him, or put his stuff in my trophy room for my first big fight against a Delete. “I'm sorry it had to end Rogel…” I mutter sadly. “There, I killed him lady.” I called out to the Admin. “How can I get home?” I called out, hoping she could hear me.

“The deed is done.” She said, appearing in a vale of sudden fog. Her arms were also back. “You have done me a grand deed, kin of Cript.” She said, taking my hand and placing something in it. It was a ring, rusted and aged in its appearance. “Take it. This ring will allow you to see the fears of all who fall within your gaze. Use it well.” She said, that same feeling from when she first brought me here taking over here coming over again, then I was back in the main hall, Den quickly taking me into a near suffocating hug.

“Ben! Oh thank goodness you’re alright!” She said.

“Don't worry mom, I'm alright...mostly.” I said. “So yeah, killed a Delete...didn't know they were basically Galactus but on a creation devouring scale...and I had to kill a father and a husband…” I sigh out, looking up at Den could see I had a Humanity colored right eye and a Psychopath colored left eye before they turned back to my normal blue eyes. “And...I don't know whether to find his family and give them his stuff, or store it away in my trophy room...but I am making Rogel a grave… it's the least I could do.”

“What you do with the spoils is your choice, but to honor him with a grave is wise.” She said, petting my head. “So, you learned to wield Humanity and Purpose together then?”

“Kinda?” I said nervously, unsure to be perfectly honest. “I thought of my family and friends yes, but I remembered all the pain I've been through...and thought about killing for a good cause...it was a one time thing, I doubt I'll be able to do it again for a while knowing my luck.”

“You are progressing well. I’m sure you’ll master it in no time.”

“Cript said he'd train me after I get my crown. And hey, I killed something and I'm not going crazy or hearing voices in my head.” I said, glad that my Psychopath part wasn't going nuts here.

Den walked me back to my bedroom, and I hopped onto the bed with joy. Today was...an event. Den went back to her room, but before I could sleep the door was broke down. I jumped up, seeing Jenny, looking, and reaching drunk beyond belief. “Heya! You here p*hic*ops!?”

“Jenny why the hell are you drunk?” I asked with a frown.

“Because fuck you!” She yelled, throwing a bottle at me. I caught it, the bottle looked expensive and rather high quality...and it had at most a sip left. “I want *hic* my puppy! Where’s my puppy?”

“Joys not here.” I said. “And from what I can tell he’s busy doing stuff on another world.” I told her. “Do you miss him?”

She just stared blankly at me for a moment before she began laughing. “Hehehe. When did you get taller Joy?”

I took a deep breath and pulled out my Lexicon. There was a detoxification spell to remove poisons, and being that drunk she might as well be poisoned. I cast it and for a moment she was still...before rushing to the bathroom, the sounds of her upchucking whatever alcohol was still in her stomach echoing back into the bedroom. “Who else drank heavily?” I called out to Jenny, standing up and I'm pretty sure Joys herd is also poisoned here.

“Just me.” She said as another lurch of bile came back up. “The others stopped days ago.”

“Why were you drinking heavily?” I asked simply.

“Do I need a reason?” She replied, the sink running as she washed her mouth out.

“Yes.” I frowned. “Like how you kicked down my door and asked me where Joy was, calling him ‘your puppy’.”

“That’s our nickname for him.” She said, huffing. “Damn, I have to be the first Ventral in generations to find a ways of getting drunk.”

“Okay then...but why were you drinking that heavily?” I ask again.

“...” She was quiet, walking back into the room and taking a seat on the bed. “I had a dream...about my mom..before she became a baby…”

“What was the dream about?” I asked curiously.

“It was one of the few calm times we had. We went to a carnival. Dad had a picture with all of us, but… mom asked me to take a picture of just her, dad and sis… I knew why immediately…” She muttered.

I gently put a hand on her shoulder. “It's alright, I'm here for ya.” I said gently. “Anything else about the dream you want to talk about?”

“It’s what happened after the dream… I woke up, and left before the others did the same. I don’t even know how but...I found myself over her crib… and thought...it would be so easy…” She said, her fist clenched so tight her knuckles cracked. “She did so much to me, always under everyone's radar as much as she could… Ventrals have always been called monsters...but she was worse. So...much worse…”

“Did you do anything to her?” I asked worriedly.

“No...I’m not as cruel as she was… I just left...and that’s why I was drinking none stop. Every fiber in me wanted to just… I’m not going to pretend I’m not a monster...but I’m not evil.”

“Your not...your my daughter, and I promised you I'd make sure your happy.” I said gently. “It's what a father...no, what a parent should do for their children.”

Jenny hugged me, and I returned it. “I guess this is how Zeke felt all the time...fighting what your instincts tell you constantly.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “But hey, you're doing great.” I said gently.

“For now.” She said, her tone of voice sad and painful.

“You have a new family here. You have a loving boyfriend and many girlfriends. Think of the good in your life, cause trust me it helps.” I said honestly.

“I do but… whatever’s in there...whispers a lot…” She said, falling asleep on my arm.

I sighed out, knowing she had Psychopath blood in her so they might haunt her. “Don't worry my daughter, I'll keep them away from you.” I mutter gently.

I decided to lay her on the bed across from me and covered her in the blankets. I then just sat on a nearby chair. Was gonna be stiff in the morning, but I didn’t care that much. Rather rapidly I let my wear and tear of the day lead me to slumber, wondering if I’ll be seeing a dream, or Nightmare?

I was standing on my station of awakening, and Rejection was here...he looked better. “You have to save everyone don’t you?” He said with a sarcastic tone, but sincere grin.

“Of course.” I said. “But glad to see your better, hope to see you back to full health instead of...before.” I said a little sheepishly.

“Yeah, that sucked.” He said, scratching the back of his head. “So, nice new place you got.”

“Yeah, glad I got a new house after Tempest ruined my other one...glad we could salvage a bunch of stuff though.” I said honestly.

“Yeah, I should tell you that even in my mad state I could hear her heart and...that things heart.”

“Jennys heart?” I asked curiously, wondering if he was talking about Bara awhile ago, Den because of who she is, or Jenny because of the fact she has Psychopath blood in her.

“No, Tempest you thick headed idiot.” Rejection huffed. “Whatever Eraqus has become, I’m surprised he isn't a heartless yet. Anyway, her actual heart is asleep, almost cocooned by Eraqus’s. That being said it explains why she passed out when he left her. He is keeping her heart in a sleeping, coma like state to likely preserve it's light and her innocence. And since you can't figure this out yourself that also means the Tempest you fought is like a split personality of Eraqus, so he’s been with her for a long time if he developed that.”

“Sorry, there's a just a lot of ‘hers’ here.” I told him. “But yeah, I kind of figured something was up when me and Zeke talked about it.” I explain.

“So, question is, how old was she when Eraqus found her?”

“Probably when she was a kid….and maybe before her horn snapped off.” I shrug. “But all I know is that I'm gonna kick Erequs’s ass when I see him again.”

“True. So, what was the name of the world Zeke was stuck on til now?”

“Bolitaria, the Demon souls world.” I said. “Why do you ask? I mean...the Dark Souls world was full of Void from what I could tell…” I said, wondering if Rejection had an idea for that world.

“Well, when Zeke’s soul joined with Trixie’s body and heart, I could feel that new strength just oozing like an overfilled pool. It seems like a great place to train, and do some good all at once. Plus, since it seems everything there wants us dead, we can go all out without consequence.”

“Not everything, there are friendly people there...hell if we go to Dark Souls I can gather some new allies that are bosses.” I said, remembering Seath the Scaleless and wondering if I could cure his madness to get a strong ally as well as many others. “But who knows...and I'd rather not blow up the planet on accident if my ‘all out’ is that big…” I said, not really knowing what my hundred percent would be.

“I’m just saying It seems Zeke did very well there, and he was just a soul. Makes you wonder how much damage we could do.”

“Yeah…” I nodded, thinking about this. “And maybe I could try and train my humanity and psychopath powers ya know?”

“Then it seems settled. Let’s head on out when you wake up.” Rejection said, walking up close to me. “This is to just wake you up faster.” He said before slamming his boot between my legs.

“Ah!” I yelped, not feeling that pain but feeling more of an after image of sorts. “Rejection your a douche…” I grumble to myself while getting up and stretching.

“Dad?” Jenny spoke. I forgot she was sleeping with me...that won’t ever come out right…

I turned around, seeing her getting up and- WHAT THE FUCK!? “Jenny...why are you naked?!”

“Huh? Oh, this fur is really hot, so sometimes I undress to sleep better.” She explained, getting up while I covered my eyes and from the noise I assumed she was getting dressed. “Honestly, you of all people blushing at nudity?”

“Your my daughter.” I told her. “That's a lot different than seeing any of my fiances naked.”

“Whatever. I’m dressed now.” She said. I took a quick peak and thanked god she was. “So, what’s up? You woke up with a shock.”

“Well Im going to another world to train and see what I can do without any limitations possibly. And Rejection, my dark half, decided to wake me up by kicking me in the dick.” I huffed.

“Ha!” She laughed. “Classic. Well, good luck I guess, bring me back a souvenir.”

“Alright…” I said before rolling up my sleeve and bringing out my keyblade. “Hey Jenny, want to see how cloning works?”

“I know, you cut off a part of your arm or finger or whatever and like a starfish you grow a new one and a new you grows from it.” She explained. “Kinda creepy but cool all at once.”

“Yep.” I said before cutting my arm off. Shit still hurt like a bitch, but I regenerated my arm and a clone me appeared, and hey it actually had pants this time. “Might as well keep one of me around home ya know?” I said, moving my new arm around and getting used to it. “Well I'll be off.” I said before opening a DTL to either Demon Souls or Dark Souls world as my third clone got some more clothes and walked right in.

I came out on a bridge of sorts. There was poorly made barricades and abandoned wagons around and behind me was a massive closed gate, blocking the only exit/entrance. In the distance I could see people, well, they looked like Hollows but… not dead, just...malnourished? Some were right in the open, others were hiding behind the badly made barricades, and from what I could see they all had broken swords and wooden shields.

“This must be the starting area...” I muttered to myself, bringing out Frozen Pride and my keyblade and walked carefully towards the group of undead. “Hello?” I asked, not knowing much about the Demon souls world and if it was different than Zekes.

When I came across a part where there was a turn off, one of them came out from that small entrance off turn and three came from up ahead to me. I raised my shield and blocked, their broken weapons bouncing off like nothing as I did a fast swing, hitting them all as they fell, this white light escaping them and flowed into me. My assistant beeped.

Obtained 60 Souls

“Cool.” I said, knowing I'm gonna be here for a while grinding. “Okay, which way now?” I muttered, knowing From Software made way too big maps for these places.

I decided to head the adjacent way, and was met my a firmly locked gate. It opened when I tapped my Keyblade against the lock, and once on the other side I spotted platforms and a few bodies with something glowing from them.

I walked over to the bodies with the glowing things and looked around carefully, knowing this might be a trap. “Okay...anything hiding in wait for me to grab the stuff?”

As if on cue, this red energy appeared and three of those malnourished things appeared, their bodies red like blood. They charged me fast, each hitting my shield I raised. ”Damn, these red ones are a lot stronger!” I thought, Taking the time to slice them, but unlike the other once, they didn’t fade instantly. I backed up as they lunged forwards, and cast Thunder. That seems to finish them off as they fell, leaving behind small glowing orbs of their own while their souls came to me.

Obtained 50 Souls

My Assistant announced.

“Okay…” I muttered before collecting the glowing orbs, wondering what if holds. “Wonder what these things left here?” I wonder.

When I grabbed the orbs the red ones left, they each revealed to be some kind of green herb or sorts. My Assistant beeped.

Crescent Moon Grass.

A medicinal herb named for the lunar phase.
Recovers a small amount of the user's HP.

The effect of moon herbs changes according to the condition they're in.
Crescent Moon herbs are picked when they are very young.

“Cool.” I said before looking around for another direction. “Wonder if I'll meet anyone here?”

I grabbed the other orbs, they were orbs of energy, but I knew they were souls stored into a single form. I placed them away, and no sooner did I climb a short hill Five of those red things appeared. I cast Mega Flare, and it ended them all quick. They all dropped that Crescent Moon Grass stuff and when I saw an entrance of sorts, my nose caught the strong whiff of long dead rotting corpses.

“Thank god my hood is also a gas mask…” I mutter before putting my hood up and zipping it up so I don't have to smell rotting corpses. “Now, time to see why there's long dead corpses there.” I muttered before walking towards the entrance.

Right as I entered I saw the quick pass by of scratched and worn chrome, followed by the sound of metal hitting stone. I looked down and saw that axe Zeke had back on the ship, now wielded by another. She wore tight fitting leather, bandaged wrapped gloves, and her mask only showed a single blue eye. “My my, you are something new.” She said, lifting the axe from the small slice it made in the ground before me. “Hm, you aren’t human, but you don’t feel like a demon either. What are you?”

“I'm a Dire wolf actually.” I said. “Just have my face hidden with my cloak ya know? And who are you if I may ask?”

“I am Executioner Miralda, the kings personal Henchwoman. I carry out all his requests, kill those he tells me to kill, and dispose of their corpses down below. Even with him now being a demon, I shall remain loyal to him.”

“So you won't do anything that goes against a demon that's slowly killing this world huh?” I asked her, a little upset the first talking person I meet I might have to fight.

“All traitors to the king shall meet the blade of my axe. Will your neck be next?” She asked.

“I don't know, do you want to surrender before I kick your ass?” I asked simply.

SHe didn’t answer, rather she swung her axe, slicing my nose before I could back up. She held the part of her weapon that had some of my blood, lifted her mask up a bit, and licked it off. “Show me what you can do, wolf man.”

I touched my cut nose and looked at it. “Alright…” I said. “If you insist.” I said, raising my shield up and a pillar of ice shot out at the lady.

She backflipped out of the way, sidestepping then wall ran over to slam her weapon down on my shield. Crap, she can fight! I backed up outside, and she was behind me. I swung behind me but she slid to the floor, and spin kicked me down. I raised my shield over my head as she brought it down. “You fight well wolfman. It’s been awhile since a challenge came my way.”

“You haven't seen anything yet.” I said, slashing at the woman as twilight thorns lashed out at her as well.

It hit her, but she rolled forward and slashed up, slicing my coat and part of my chest. “Not bad. I felt that, a little.” She huffed. Playing it though? Damn, she is tough.

“Okay then.” I said before swapping out my keyblade for Skysplitter. I took a deep breath and shouted, raising Skysplitter in the air as energy billowed around me as a powerful wind slammed into the ax lady. “Grave!” I shouted, earth spikes shooting out towards the woman.

She sidestepped the attack, rolled forwards and then, spun, slamming her axe into my back, and kicked me off to unstick it from my bones. “You are something different, but special powers aren’t all that make the fighter in this world wolfman.” She said, stepping on my back and applying pressure, keeping me down as she showed me her axe. “Any last words before you expire?”

I pulled out my Lexicon. “Body of Effulgent Baryl.” I said, my body gaining a green aura. “I'm not dead yet lady, activate.” I said, my body seeming to vanish from under her and appeared a little distance away. “Curaja.” I said, starting to heal myself by a lot.

“More and more surprises.” She said, walking towards me. “And here I thought this world had little left to offer.”

“There are many surprises you don't know about lady.” I said, casting buffs on myself before raising my hand. “Maximize Magic, Hold of Rib!” I shout, hundreds of spear like bones shout out towards the executioner in a large circle to try and impale her and keep her in place.

She rolled herself back into the hallway. I chased after, only for her to pull and drag me down a bloody ramp, fall and hit several beams before landing in a shallow canal...blood and corpses made quite the pile that broke our falls. I got up quickly, disgusted by the amount of death her. She stood back up, and pulled her weapon from the corpse it impaled into when we fell. “You are the first person to enter this cannal alive. I’ll soon rectify that!” She charged, the two of us locking weapons.

“Maximize Magic, Gravity Maelstrom!” I shouted, thrusting a ball of super condensed gravity into her stomach, knocking her back. “Grasp of Nothing!” I shouted, hands made of Nothingness rose from the ground behind her and tried to grab at her.

They wrapped around her, and sliced her arms, legs and torso up badly, as she fell to the ground when it ended. She then forced herself up, and was breathing heavily. “I will...fight for my king.” She grunted.

“And what if I said you can join a new king?” I asked her simply. “Your loyalty is sound, but even you must know your king has gone mad and is not the same person you once served with both heart and soul.” I told her.

She chuckled. “My motives for my loyalty aren’t that simple. I’m not loyal to the king because he is the king. I’m loyal to him...because he lets me kill, let’s me do what I love, the only thing. I. LOVE!” She charged, before stopping as blood sprouted out from all her wounds. She fell to her knees. “Heh...heh… Blood loss. How...ironic…” She laughed, handing me her axe, a ring, and took off her mask...she was beautiful. Her blue eyes, even in this darkly lit place were glowing bright, her black hair was cut short, and her face was smooth, pale, and beautiful. “I can see them, the countless faces of those I’ve killed. They’ve come to drag me to hell. Hahahaha… It’s...beautiful...” She said, closing her eyes and falling face first into the bloody, dirty water.

“Creepy…” I muttered, taking the axe and ring and checking if anything was special about them.

Master’s Ring

A ring made of straw rope
Damage from direct hits increases while damage
from all other attacks decreases.

A ring from a faraway land known for its
swordsmithing. Said to be imbued with a
distinct spell.

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Guillotine Axe

An axe which is used for beheadings which has seen a lot of wear and tear.
It's fat-handled, short and heavy, but can sever the cervical vertebra in a single blow.
It is disdained as a beheader's weapon especially in Boletaria.

“Right then.” I mutter, putting my two new items away. “Glad to know that. Now...where to next?” I wonder, looking around this dirty as hell area.

I had to float back up, taking some glowing orbs on items that were a unique soul, called a Colorless demon's soul, as well as a full set of armor. I put them away and headed back up the stairs. There, I spotted her again….but she was red this time. She turned to me. She didn’t have her weapon, but she cracked her knuckles regardless. Even after death...she wanted to fight.

I took a deep breath. “Something's not right here…” I muttered, wondering why the dead are red here. I checked my mana and saw I still had a ton left. “Okay, Triple Maximize Magic, Reality Slash!” I shouted, three blades that seemed to cut through reality itself rushed towards the red executioner.

She sidestepped them all, tackling me down the stairs and when I got back up, I saw she snatched that demon soul from me, she crushed it in her hand, a green aura and souls flowed over her...she regained her body. “I’ll be seeing you, wolfman.” She said, jumping into the canal and running off.

“Well shit…” I muttered. “Note to self, put everything but the allowed potions and ethers in my Assistant so I'm not pickpocketed…” I frowned. “Wonderful…” I rolled my eyes and went back up the damn stairs so I can continue on my day.

Heading back to the bridge, I saw a large gate that was also closed, as well as a few pathways locked off, for now anyway. I came across an archer, shooting at me with a crossbow, but they took a long time to reload. I brought out sharp shooter and dealt with him, and the two others that were waiting. I went through some kind of barracks area and dealt with all the enemies. When I got to a hallway like area I saw a path blocked by those crappy blockades. I broke them and once I entered what looked like a blacksmiths area, I saw one of those malnourished people….though they weren’t attacking...in fact, they were kneeled down like sitting or something. “Hello, what can I do for you?” He asked with a fast, rough and high pitched voice.

“I suppose your a blacksmith?” I asked curiously, not knowing much about this world and thinking because he was here he was a blacksmith. “Or are you just staying here for some reason?”

“Blacksmith? Ha, now there’s a laugh. No, I’m just a simple thief, stealing from the dead to sell to whoever. The blacksmiths of this land left long ago after a fued. Anything of interest to ya?”

“Well what do ya have to sell?” I asked curiously, wondering what this thief was selling.

“Well that depends, what do you need to buy?” He asked.

“That's...why I asked what do you sell…” I said, wondering why the thief just said something completely asinine.

“Well on me at the moment I have some moon grasses, Crescent and half moon. Soldiers lotis to patch your bleeding wounds, and firebombs for those who want to set the world on fire. All I got for ranged weapons are some wooden bolts. Weapons I got short spears, clubs, long swords, light crossbows, wooden shields, soldiers shields and slaves shields. And, my most pricey item for sale, an entire set of plate armor, though each piece is sold individually.” He explained.

I checked how many souls I had given I did beat a boss not too long ago.

11,456 souls

My assistant informed me.

I frowned, finding that amount quite high here. “Right then…” I muttered, wondering about armor considering I don't have keyblade armor or the kind of armor Joy somehow got fighting Eve that one time. “Hmm...decisions decisions…”

“Take your time, it’s not like I’m going anywhere. Hehehehehehe.”

“That's what they all say before appearing somewhere else with new items they…’acquired’.” I said. “But how much for the full plate armor set?” I asked, wondering if I should just save my souls to level here.

“In total it will be 4,900 souls. 5,000 and I’ll throw in a sword for free.”

“Eh, sure.” I said, raising my hand and a ball of five thousand souls appeared. “Might as well I suppose.”

“Thank ya kindly.” He said, taking the orb as he got off the box he was on top of. He opened it, and handed me a set of plate armor, well polished and taken care of, as well as a sword. “As promised, the full set and a free sword.”

“Cool.” I nodded while taking the entire set and sword and them all vanishing into my Assistants storage like the axe and ring. “Thank you, but mind if I ask what's going on around this place?” I asked. “I got a tidbit about a king turning into a demon and all, know what's going on?”

“It’s quite simple. Long ago man was created, and embude with a soul, and there for wisdom and intelligence. On the next day, a terrible demon, a seed of evil planted itself into the world, as a soul devouring demon. It was called The Old One. It however, could not complete its task alone, so, it created and turned men into demons. A thick, colorless fog swept the land. When a demons kills a man, their soul is gone, eaten. But, when a human consumes a demon's soul, they are given power beyond imagination, and so, many a humans died trying to acquire a demon's soul. Then, special monks developed the soul arts, a means of using one's own soul to combat the demons, and thus, the world was saved, the monks becoming monumentals. Half living guardians of the Nexus, and the Old One’s prison where it sleeps.

“They banned the soul arts, but the king, in foolish arrogance, revived the soul arts, and awoken the old one. Now, demons have flooded all that’s left of the world, our humble Bolitarea. There is this place, the Boletarian palace, Stonefang Tunnel south of here, The Tower of Latria, a church for those of god, and a prison for sinners and mad men. The Shrine of Storms. A place where the dead walk and the livin dare only trespass for it’s invaluable loot and legends. And lastly, the Valley of Defilement, a haven for those soul starved, sick or dying, a land of poison and illness protected by a maiden and her bodyguard. These places are all that’s left of this once vast world. Legends speak that a new hero will rise, to slay all the demons, and save this land...or aid the old one to slay it.”

“Long and rich history for a man who's gotta kill an army of demons huh?” I chuckled. “Good to know, so I just need to go to these places, kill the demons, and maybe life will come back to this place?”

“It’s not that simple lad. Only a man who was saved from death by the maiden of the Nexus can fulfill this prophecy, but you don’t know if the nexus will chose you...unless you die. Hehehehehehehehehe.”

“Listen I've died once already, trust me it's not pleasant.” I said honestly. “But fine, how would I find this miracle person?” I asked. “Or at least go to the Nexus without dying?”

“Well, without dying you’d need a shard of Archstone, they link directly to the nexus, or find the archstones themselves. A shard is hard to find, and the archstones, most of them are guarded by demons, most, not all. I know of one nearby unguarded.”

“And by ‘unguarded’ you mean it's a trap for dipshits to randomly walk up to just to be killed by a demon?” I asked, knowing full well something like that would happen here.

“No, not at all. When the old one was first put to slumber, the Monumentals gave archstones to the leaders of what was left to Bolitaria. Only the Giants didn’t survive this next awakening. There’s an archstone in front of the tall locked gate that blocks the entrance and exit of this palace. It’s a green stone with a sword stuck inside it. Touch the swords hilt, and be transported to the nexus. Simple as that.” He explained.

“Cool.” I nodded. “Well looks like I'm off to the Nexus.”

“Good luck to you, and, try not to die. I hate having to resell supplies I just sold someone.” He said with a wave. I had to backtrack to where I arrived, and as he said, there it was. It rested in a broken fountain, the whole thing made me wonder how I overlooked it the first time. As he said, I touched it’s hilt, and a sudden green aura covered everything, and when it faded, I was in a tall place. Standing atop a magic made floor in the middle of all this stone.

“Pray tell, are thee a slayer of demons?” I was approached by that Maiden in black, the one that Zeke was accompanied with. Well, not that one specifically, this realities one.

“Yes I am.” I said. “Its nice to meet you.” I nodded to the maiden. “So I was told about this Prophecy to kill all demons.”

She looked me over, examining me like a policemen looking for an arrest. “The prophecy, is not specific to a single person. It can be played out by multiple people, no single person has to kill them all.” She said, even with the wax over her face, I could tell she kept a gaze at me. “Is there anything else thine wishes to know?”

“Yes, I also was also told souls can make a person stronger. I believe I need to talk to you about such a thing?” I ask curiously. “Or do I need to do something to do such a thing?”

“I...can. I can manipulate thins soul and imbue it with attributes of the souls thin has collected. However, I am sorry to say, but I can not help thee.”

“Is something wrong?” I ask. “Is it because I'm not dead or because of a big thing that needs solving?” I ask, knowing this probably won't work at all but just wondering.

“I cannot make thee stronger by manipulating thys soul, because thin has none.” She said. I felt my heart stop at that.

“Excuse me...what now?” I ask, honestly shocked to hear such a thing.

“I sense no soul within thee, aside from the collected souls on your journey thus far. Thin body is empty. You must have trouble with emotions, and trust. Am I correct?”

“That's...up for debate in some cases…” I said nervously. “But what does that have to do we me not having a soul?”

“Whether thee was born without one or lost it, was consumed by demons or even let it rott, I do not know. But you can not finish this prophecy, for only a being with a soul, can face The Old One. I am sorry, but this Nexus can not help thee, thou should return to thine own world.” She said, waving her hand as a...DTL appeared? “Many other worlds can use thine’s help, but not this one, soulless man.” She barely touched me, but it was like some unseen force threw me into the portal.

I woke up back in...The Everfree...next to the old house…”MOTHER FUCKER!” I bark in rage. “Great, just fucking great! First I start with a half dead heart, it gets better yay, than Drezke being the little piss ant he is took out Rejection and him and some dumb cunt killed an ass ton of guards, then after that I am by all technical concerns a Psychopath, but hey Humanity helped that, now I don't have a soul!? What in the actual fuck world!?!” I ranted angrily. “Can I just catch one, oh so simple break from either losing something, gaining something that might ruin my life, or just randomly not have something!?!” I ranted in rage.

I was breathing heavy. I didn’t understand. How can all this crap be happening to one person… why me...why me… “You don’t remember?” I turned around fast, seeing Rejection somehow was there.

“Me dying that one time didn't count for me losing my soul. And no, the executioner lady didn't steal my soul, she stole that colorless demon soul I had in my pocket.” I frowned.

“Heh, not that hard head.” He said, giving me a playful hit against my head. “Remember that day at the beach? The day that started your downward spiral into depression?”

I took a deep breath, my shoulders shaking in barely contained rage. “So I lost my soul...all those damned years ago?”

“Sorta. You drowned Ben...and that’s not a reference to a creepypasta either. You were legally dead for ten minutes. Then, somehow, paramedics revived you...I kept that memory away from you cause...you were young and...it was traumatizing. Here, time to know.” He said, placing his hand to my head.

I remembered, swimming far into the ocean, diving underwater with some swimming goggles dad got me, then, when playing around with some rocks and trash that were under the water near a pear. The poles on it were littered with snagged hooks… My leg got caught, hooks all inside and trying to tear my skin off. I screamed, water filling my lungs...I couldn’t breath, just water, I wanted to swim away but the hooks hurt so bad… I passed out...and woke up in the hospital, a long tube down my throat and nose, a nurse taking some defibrillators away… I gasped, shaken from the memory of me dying… “Your light half took over the place of a soul, but, a heart...can’t replace a soul. That’s why it’s just me here every time.” Rejection said...we were in my station of awakening. “Your light half...gave up so much of itself that what’s left in your heart is barely enough for you Ben… Be grateful...he...would have made you a lot like Zeke if none of that happened…” Rejection said, looking mournful and...depressed.

“Well...how do I bring him back?” I ask. “I've done the impossible before...I can do it again.” I said, believing killing a Delete, apparently being alive without a soul to begin with, and doing literally anything I'm doing right now as a basic impossibility. “I brought you back at least twice considering the situations.”

“You’d need to do like what Zeke did for Trixie, find a compatible soul. That...would be hard to do…”

“Asking a Death would probably be a bitch and a half to find my soul…” I frowned. “But hey...isn't this fucking fun? Having myself watch as I go through more train wrecks than...well...actually for once I can't find a suitable analogy for that.” I frowned. “First, half a dead heart, then you force me to know I'm actually a Psychopath cause yippee, now I don't have a soul cause life hates me. Isn't this grand?” I ask, smiling even though I looked tired and about 110% done with everything.

“That Psychopath thing was more my fault than anything.” Rejection said, scratching the back of his head. “There...is one person you and I know… Well, two technically.”

“Gee, I wonder who these mystical people are.” I rolled my eyes.

“Joy, and Zeke.”

“Zeke is taken and Joy has his own life.” I said. “I can't and won't do something to take away hid happy life. Plus he's apart of my council so there's that.” I said. “Great...I wonder what Cript or literally any of my infinitely expanded family would tell me about this shitty situation…” I sighs out, rubbing my temples and basically openly inviting someone to just appear and talk about the fact I don't have a goddamn soul.

“...What about your Psychopath?” Rejection asked. “He’s you, a copy god made...he might have a soul that can also work.”

“Except he's kind of chained up by Spoiled and apparently has his own family…” I frowned. “Plus I don't know what would happen if I let a Psychopath soul inside me when I'm already a Psychopath and also have Humanity…” I said. “Unless the bastard somehow escaped.”

“...What if....no, it’s crazy.”

“Have you met me?” I deadpanned.

“Fair point.” He said, summoning my Lexicon and handing it to me. “Maybe...If Kingdom Hearts made Zeke’s heart like a mini version of itself, maybe the King of Nothing knows about souls and how to make one?”

“That's...actually a good idea…” I said, opening my Lexicon and looking through it, knowing this book holds more secrets than it let's on.

“There’s a spell in here that calls him, but it’s never been tested in the notes. Worth a shot?”

“Worth a shot if it means I can be whole again I suppose.” I said, grabbing an Ether and using it to get my mana back up. “Okay...lets do this…” I muttered, my Lexicon glowing as I chanted the summon.

The ground shook, and then, in a massive spire of Nothingness thrones, appeared...the king. “Holy mother of god that spell worked...I owe my mage so...much...munny…” He sighed. “So, what and why did you summon me here?” He asked, getting to the point rather quick.

“I suppose you can tell I don't have a soul.” I started. “Know anything about how to make one?”

“How to make one? Heh, well...yeah...it’s tricky though, the final phase is something to consider heavily.”

“Does it involve killing someone I hold dear to me?” I ask.

“What? No, that’s necromancy. Basically a soul is made from Humanity, Purpose, and code, admin code mind you. But, in order for it to work properly...you kinda have to be...reborn. I mean like baby reborn.”

“And...that needs to happen to me and all my clones right?” I ask, knowing the real me is in Zebrica and ones at home.

“Clones? Well…. No, I guess not since they will be you, just older. You have a mom or something that can birth you...cause yeah, that needs to happen. Your body has to be remade, soul goes in, and then your mama gives birth to you eight to nine months later.”

“I can always ask Den...given their birth times are...a tad weird given Cript is involved…”

“Oh you know she’d be up for that.” Rejection added.

“Oh shut up you.” I frowned, shuddering at that horrid thought one time. “But yeah...she'd loved to...so I might as well give her a call. Is there anything else that I should know before going through with this?” I asked the King.

“Just keep your baby self alive and well, it dies those clones die, also, it will be your true self from then on, so if something happens to it, like say, a crying fit or growing into powers, your clones will also be affected. How I’m not sure exactly.”

I sighed out. “Well...as long as I bring back my light half and officially have a soul things will be okay I suppose…” I said. “Not to mention I might technically get that whole power up thing from officially being born into Cripts family but...eh.” I shrugged. “Isn't life weird?”

“Yours, oh hell yeah. Well, bring the mother to be of yours here and I can get the other parts so we can get this thing started. Oh and, a warning up front, there is a fifty fifty chance you’re reborn as a female so…” He quickly vanished while Rejection was creating a glass pathway to what must be Den’s station of awakening.

“Ugh...I hope to god I don't become a girl…” I muttered, really not wanting the problems that come with it. “But then there's the off chance I'll be born with both so…” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Mother of fuck...god Den is going to be so confused…” I muttered, sensing my other two selves starting to tell the others about my new...situation and what's gonna happen. “I know Jenny's gonna laugh her ass off…” I grumbled, waiting for Rejection to get done with the bridge.

“Look on the bright side.” Rejection said as the bridge finished. “If you are born a girl again, you can appropriately be called a bitch.” He laughed, running off down the glass walkway before I could slug him.

“I'm gonna hurt you…” I growled before walking along the bridge so I can talk to Den about this. “God this is gonna be so awkward…”

I caught up with Rejection of Den’s station of awakening, giving him a hard punch on the arm before we spoke with Den. “Is there something up Sweetie?” She asked, looking at us both confused.

“Yes, there is something up.” I sighed out before explaining my problem and the solution given to my wolfmother.

“So...you’re asking me to unbirth you or rebirth you?” She asked so simply Rejection hit the ground in shock and I think my jaw hit my boots in surprise at her casualness to the question. “I just want to be clear.”

“Rebirth me…” I said slowly.

“Ah. Alright. Knew there was a reason I didn't have sex this week. I’ll be sure to call Cript~...oh, and fix my birth rate, don’t want you born with three trillion siblings huh? Would be hell to find you in that.”

“I think the fact I'd have a Psychopath eye and a Humanity eye when I'm reborn would be a good thing.” I explain. “Or the Nothingness radiating off of me...but oh well...just hope I'm not a girl…”

“Alright I’m back.” The king said, appearing with a small bag. “I mixed them together already so now for the the event. This her?’ The king asked, motioning to Den.

“This, this is my mother Den.” I nodded.

“Ah. You know after I do this sex is immediately advised right?” The king asked her...I joined Rejection on the floor.

“Yes I’m aware.” She said simply and with a smile.

“Alright then, well...here goes nothing...no pun intended.”

To say my face was red was...an understatement. Cript came at Den’s call after the king did what he had to do and...they didn't soundproof that room...and I explained what was going on to the kids and Cadence...who all were laughing on the floor before me…”Yes yes, laugh at me some more why dontcha…” I grumbled bitterly.

”I, I just, I just...HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jenny howled...literally, she howled in laughter, clutching her sides. “Owe...it hurts...hehehe...owe…”

“Yes, yes, laugh at the soulless man some more, I'm pretty sure once I get a soul it'll hurt even more.” I said, sitting down on a comfy chair and waiting for them all to finish laughing.

“Sorry, sorry.” Cadence said, standing up and resisting more laughter. “It’s just...the lengths you go to… it’s insane.”

“I saw you crying over losing Shining and thought of looking for Death to try and get him back.” I told her. “I barely do ‘normal’ lengths...and its all for other people to be honest.”

“You...would do that?” She asked, taking a seat on the armrest of my chair.

“Of course.” I said. “I'm a hero, I'm supposed to go above and beyond to help people in need...but sadly I thought about much of a bitch it is to find the specific soul of the specific Shining from this world.”

“That...would be troublesome. Maybe-”

”AAAAHHHHH~~~~”

“...it’s been two hours...how…” Cadence asked. “Plus the size difference…”

“I spent an hour with Luna before all of this crap.” I said. “But...I had spells helping so...I don't know.” I said worriedly.

“Well...if you do get my Shining back...I’m asking her for notes.”

“Right then…” I muttered. “But...I don't know if I could do it...I'd need to beat Death at a game to do such a thing.” I sighed out. “But can't wait to know if my gender changed for whatever reason…” I muttered.

“Even so, I imagine with parents like them...you’d be able to change it.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Maybe…” I sighed out, knowing it's still gonna be a bitch to find the proper soul. “But oh well, neither here nor their right at the moment…” I shrugged.

“Well, guess we’ll see what happens in...however long it takes for a baby to grow in your weird family.”

“It should be quick considering how fast my fiances got pregnant.” I said, before blinking and almost forgetting about the Mother Cript went. “Wait, where's the Mother that Cript sent?” I asked, remembering that the Mother was supposed to basically be the home of all the unborn children of a specific family.

“Didn’t she go with the other you and your wives?” Cadence asked.

“She’s with us.” Sweetie Bell said, finally calmed down from her laughing. “She wanted a calm place to watch some tv or something.”

“Okay then, thank you.” I nodded. “Okay so...what to do now…” I muttered, knowing my other self is just getting to the Zebrica capital proper, while I'm waiting for ‘me’ to be born into whatever gender.

“So, there’s a clone of you with the moms, and two clones of you here, and soon to be baby you born in a, likely, few hours?” Jenny asked. “So what, one of you two go to worlds just to train and do stuff?”

“Well ones off on my travels around the world, most likely involving training cause why not. Then the one here...well I was either thinking of going off and training or staying here with my family and, ya know, actually being a father with over three hundred kids.” I said honestly. “But who knows...life is just really weird for me...especially since technically I'm not supposed to be alive.” I said honestly.

I woke up feeling...different. I didn't feel bad, I was actually feeling… optimistic? Yeah, that was it. I woke up optimistic, feeling like whatever today had would be… manageable. This is all… new.

“Why does positivity feel new?” I muttered to myself, wondering if I'm going to meet my light half soon.

I entered the kitchen and… saw Den, bottle feeding four small pups. Two looked like girls, and the other two were males. “Morning.” Den said as she was watching the infants… which one is me?

“Which one is me?” I asked worriedly, hoping I'm not a girl here.

“That's...hard to answer.” Den said sheepishly. “It seems your new soul while incubating inside me, passed along energy to your new brother and sisters...or sister and brothers… they all emete Nothingness energy, so we can't tell which is you.”

“Hold on…” I said, stepping closer to the kids and closing my eyes, focusing on which one was actually ‘me’ here. It was...fuzzy. The energy between them was equal. Try as I might I just kept linking to all of them at once rather than one specific. “Well...unless Cript does a thing I can only say my soul is technically in four people now.” I said.

“Cript couldn't tell either. Souls are tricky, even brand new ones. Once made, even in a body they are a will all their own. It's why Reapers mainly collect them and rush to catch them before the person dies. Easier to identify when they are still in a living body. Cript did call in a favor and is sending someone here to try and evaluate this, not sure who though.”

“Okay then.” I said. “Cause it would be strange if I was four people now...and be both boy and a girl.”

“Well whoever it is should be here by tonight. Reapers are always busy. You should go out to kill time.”

“Did...did you just make a pun?” I asked, the fact she was talking about Reapers and then told me to ‘kill time’ made it sound like a poorly made pun. “Or maybe it's just the irony of what you said that made me think it was a pun…” I sigh out, rubbing my temples. “I just woke up I'm sorry for saying stupid things…”

“Eh, it's alright. Have some food before heading out though.”

“That would be a good idea…” I agreed. “Maybe I should go see Medy and ask if he can train…” I muttered to myself, pouring myself a bowl of cereal and eating. “But are you enjoying your stay here mom?” I asked Den, hoping everything was going okay for the huge dire wolf.

“Yes. Things have been rather plesant here. It's calm all the same as well, which reminds me of my youth...heh, now that was long ago.” She laughed, taking the empty bottle from one of the infants and picked them up to burp them.

“Want to...talk about it?” I asked nervously, remembering what she said about her past and I didn't want to make her relive anything bad again.

“That...would be nice.” She said, the infant burped and she then cradled them, rocking them slowly in her arms. “I was born on a world called Moonlight Viracia. A world that had a small, tiny sun, and a moon almost half its size.”

“A tiny sun and an even tinier moon?” I asked, wondering how a tiny sun and moon could affect a world.

“Yes. The planet itself was bigger than the moon, but smaller than the sun. It was rather far from the sun, but in it's core held a strong magic that let life flourish. Most of the world was either forrest and flatland, and the only seasons were a ten month winter and a two month summer. My people...our people, were split into two tribes. Those like me, who respected and highly valued our primal ancestors and largely stayed in our primal forms, and those like how I appear now, who left the woods for two legs and hands for tool operating. We co-existed. They made tools and magic, while my tribe hunted and traded meats for things like kindle for fire and medical needs. It was a simple life.”

“And then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.” I said.

Den laughed at that. “Not too far off…” She said, her tone going sad and mournful. “One day, an off worlder came. He said he just wanted to study our unique magic, and in return gave both tribes advanced medicines and new, longer lasting tools. He stayed to himself largely. Rarely did he leave his ship, only to gather samples. Then, one day it was like the land itself became tainted. Trees oozed poison where maple sap once flowed, prey attacked predators, and that coming summer lasted and never ended. We confronted the off worlder, knowing he had to have played some part in these events. He did not deny it, and unleashed a horrible gas that made us all feral, nothing like my tribe or ancestors… we became rabid, bloodthirsty monsters. I tried to protect the little ones… my first litter… As I changed I saw them change too, eating one another like cannibals…”

I looked down sadly. “And...this is why I was a little nervous about asking.” I sighed out. “Sorry...” I said, feeling like I did a wrong for making Den think about a horrible time.

“I made a choice, while I still had my sanity… let them suffer like this… or put them to rest…” She said, kissing the pup now asleep in her arms. “It was… both easy and hard to make… I knew what had to be done to spare them this hell… but It was a sin that I can never forgive… after that he rounded us all up, placed obedience collars on us, and sold us off as weapons. I don't know how many people claimed ownership of me, I was in and out of it a lot. Finally, I was ordered to enter a school, and kill four specific children. Cript’s. The second I entered the room, Cript was there faster than I could blink. He charged at me, knocking me aside like a rag doll while the kids evacuated. As he was ready to deliver another attack I made eye contact with him… His look of anger and rage turned to worry and sadness.

“Having no control of my body, I ran for an attack. Before I knew what happened, I felt a sharp pain through my chest and back. He struck a glowing white sword through my heart. I thought I was going to die… until ice cold crystals grew out of me. It cocooned me, and I felt a pain like my own bones being ripped out of me from the inside. When it was over I was gasping for air, in shock. Not from the pain… but because I was in control of my body again. He kneeled down to me and asked where my ‘master' was. I managed to tell him and then Lyra took me from there, seeing if I was alright while he dealt with my ‘master'. She and the others cared for my safety… even though I almost harmed their children, they were worried for me. While waiting for Cript, Lyra told me Cript’s story, and I told mine, and later Cript. I stayed with them for two reasons. Firstly, because Cript saved my life, and I owed him it, and secondly, because I wanted to atone for what I...did in the past. We haven't found the off worlder who did that to my people and world, but most of my people have been found and freed. Many others are in the family now while others left to try and reclaim whatever they could of life before. As of my home world… it’s toxic now, and we all agreed it's no longer worth saving. After all that happened. As they say, life moves on.”

I sat there, having finished up my cereal and was listening intently. “I understand…” I nodded gently, understanding that life moves on.

“Well, you're all done then. Go have fun Ben.” She said, looking at me with a smile.

I got up and hugged Den even as she cradled her new pups. “I'm sorry...but...your a wonderful mom…” I said gently. “I'm glad I can call you mom.”

“I’m glad you are my son.” She said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Go on. Have some fun.”

“I will.” I said before letting go and put my bowl away and exited my house, summoning my glider and heading to Manehattan to meet Medy in hopes he's free to train me.

It was a quick ride, and I saw the City was starting to look like a city again. Roads were back and five more buildings were being rebuilt. I found Medy walking around where they were building something.

“Hey Medy!” I called out, landing gently near the sitar player. “How you doing?”

“Oh. Hey Ben.” He said, waving then turning towards the base of whatever is being built. “Like it?”

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“They've started the base for your statue. Expect a photographer at your place within the week.”

“Oh yeah…” I said. “I almost forgot…” I sighed out. “Anyways, I was gonna ask if you could help me train using my Sitar.” I said, hoping to learn how to use the thing as a weapon and as an instrument.

“Oh. Yeah I can do that.” He said, brushing his bangs back. “Let's head over to my place.” He said as I followed. Not sure how long this would be, I decided to make small talk.

“So how have you been doing lately?” I asked.

“Good. Kids have gotten better thanks to that cure you got, and construction has gone well since some Daybreak suppliers began selling to us.”

“That's good. How's your sister been?” I ask, remembering he had a sister after the time I saved him and other slaves from Knowhere oh so long ago.

“She's good. She decided to move back to Atlantica with the family. Can't really blame her I guess. That whole slavery mess scared the hell out of her.”

“I understand.” I nodded. “Have the people been nice?”

“Yeah. Most are hard workers. Got a few slackers but what large project doesn’t. Those guys mostly just work on trask pick up. I think once all this stuff has settled I’ll open up a music shop.”

“That would be good.” I nodded. “But...at least the people nice. Oh, I was told there was a Keyblade school being made here, is that correct?”

“Yeah, it’s actually up ahead.” He stated. We arrived at what was once the docs, now they looked abandoned. Out in the distance I could see a massive...something being built, but on one of the piers was a simple boat house. “Welcome to my house, and that great big thing in the distance is the Keyblade School of Balance. At least that’s what they’re calling it.”

“I should go check it out sometime...just to make sure things are going smoothly.” I said, wondering how good the school will be.

“Go on. I have a few things I should set up here first before we can start.” Medy said as he walked up to his boat house.

“Okay.” I nodded before flying over to the school being built. “Maybe I should ask Zeke for some teachers here…” I muttered, thinking Luxu wasn't enough to be a teacher for hundreds or possibly thousands.

When I arrived, the massive school was...floating over the water. It wasn’t a boat, it was just floating, and had landing pads all around the outer area, likely for gliders. The building itself was...massive, in just the first two completely looking floors it was easy two miles long and I’m not sure how far back it goes. The design was reminiscent of The Land of Beginnings. “Hey there.” I turned around, seeing… Zeke’s clone. “Wondered if you’d ever stop by.”

“Oh, nice to see ya.” I nodded. “How you doing?”

“Yup. Bara is dead also. Z-” He stopped, quickly looking around and not seeing anybody around. “Zeke shattered Bara’s heart after he ripped it off of Twilight’s. As for me I’m doing good. In the family I’m known as Charlie, but to the public I’m Zeke, and Zeke is Trixie. We figured to avoid a panic we best keep this whole thing between the trusted few.”

“I understand.” I nodded. “Well glad Bara’s dead. And glad to know you didn't go crazy from learning the truth as Bara threatened.” I said thankfully. “But what are you doing here if I may ask?”

“Checking on the school. There’s similar on Daybreak but they teach more regular education and Keyblade classes are like gym. This school will be the first of its kind in, well, who knows how long.”

“And this is just a straight Keyblade training school?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah. It’s also completely optional in Daybreak since everyone there has Keyblades. Think of it like a collage. Not needed, but a good idea in the long run. Rather than a price per course we’d have students fill a weekly quota of say, heartless to slay, worlds to explore, things like that.”

“Okay then.” I nodded. “Sounds good, I wonder what's special about this school besides learning how to use Keyblades.” I said, looking at the giant place. “But I suppose you're here to help train new keybladers or just here to say hi?”

“I’m checking up on the place. I’m the Figure head while-” He looked around again, seeing some workers walking by, carrying some supplies. “While Trixie goes off and explores worlds. Right now she’s revisiting Bolitarea.”

“I actually went to my Bolitarea...too bad there I figured out I didn't have a soul.” I said. “But I thankfully got better and got a new soul.” I told him simply. “Funny how life works huh?”

“Yeah. Life for us is screwed up.” He said with a laugh. “Come on, I’ll show you around some.”

“Alright.” I nodded, following ‘Zeke’ to see the school. “But I wonder who's training here...I hope it's more than just ponies…” I muttered, really hoping all the world is wanting to defend themselves like the Minotaurs, Griffons, Dragons and Diamond Dogs.

“Well it’s not open yet. We plan on adding five more floors for now, and bigger plans later on. Right now the first two floors have four combat arena’s, seven hundred classrooms, and enough bathrooms to turn the ocean brown if all flushed at once. Don’t worry about that last part though, magic filtration and eco recycling makes the water clean enough to reuse for toilets and watering the gardens, while the actual waste actually fuels how this place is flying.”

“That's pretty cool.” I said. “But how big did you want the place to be if it needs five more floors and more?”

“Well aside from applicants from your Equestria and Daybreak, others from many worlds and reflections should be here, Eclipse, the Foretellers. This place is the first of its kind in untold generations. A hub for all reality to comune like they did before the original world was split into the worlds and reflections.”

“Huh, thought Daybreak would have been the hub. Oh well.” I shrugged. “But works for me I suppose. I might need to ask Cript for some help on size cause of...certain reasons.” I said, thinking about all the kids I have right now and in the future.

“True. You best figure all that mess out.”

“Yeah…” I sighed out. “But not right now cause I got other stuff to do and this place isn't finished yet.”

“Yeah. It will be a while til it’s finished.” On the walking tour, which we decided to be a general thing and not the whole building so far. The first ‘gym’ he showed me was rather normal looking, though it was set up with mats for fighting. We saw some classrooms. Most Charlie said were going to be history of Keyblades as well as whatever past X-blade weider's and well known Keyblade wielders between the time of the Original Foretellers, before them, after the war, and up to recent years. “You’ll be taught about here ya know.” Charlie told me. “They already interviewed your parents and family before you left on that trip. So we have most of your past, Keyblade, weapons, etc. So far you’ve filled up two chapters of a new series of history books involving Nothingness and its role in Balance among the worlds.”

“Cool.” I said. “Glad to know people will know my greatness...and my many, many mistakes.”

“Hey, think of it this way, you’re officially a legend when you're in the history books.” Charlie said as we came across...a shooting rage. “Sadly you can agree that Keyblades can only go so far against non heartless threats, same for Nobodies and Unversed. So, after some tinkering the lab made bullets from light. They don’t kill, but can hurt like all hell.”

“Makes sense.” I shrugged. “I mean, Keyblades can also turn into bows or crap like that so…”

“That we still are looking into, but most of that power stems from very strong willed individuals. So a normal wielder likely can’t pull that off, at least not without draining themselves. There’s a lot to Keyblades we still don’t get, but baby steps, right?”

“Right.” I agreed. “So, is this place going to stay on one world or be it's own thing sooner or later?” I asked curiously.

“We have an idea, the only issue with it is, well, making that idea work. We want it to be a world of it’s own, but the issue with that is two things. Resources and travel.”

“Travel seems the easier of the two, but what's the problem with either?”

“Well, Travel might be the wrong word. More like direction. With a school the size of a whole world, you can imagine getting lost and travel between classes will be a nightmare.”

“Yeah, that would be a nightmare.” I said. “But this won't be for a long time.”

“Hm? How so?”

“Well just this being it's own world thing. It won't happen for a long time.” I said honestly. “Especially with certain...events…”

“True. So, how is your family?”

“My family's fine...Jenny...Jenny needs help, Psychopaths are whispering to her now…” I sigh out, not sure how to help her. “But Aqua...is sadly dead…”

“Oh… well, that's news. And of Terra? I know they were an Item in your world.”

“Don't know, I was sent to Earth, where its been a hundred years or so there, and I haven't seen or heard from Terra...but Aqua can't be brought back to life because...well she's a Keyblade now.”

“I had, or rather-” He looked around again, not seeing anybody, but spoke quietly. “Kingdom hearts and X, through Zeke changed Eclipses Oathkeeper and Oblivion into ponies. It’s temporary, but somehow Zeke as is can become like before, it might be possible for Aqua to be human again.”

“Really?” I whispered, thinking this was a great thing to hear. “Well...that's great to hear man.”

“So, you saw Boleratea. How was it?”

“Still destroyed...but should there be red enemies?” I ask curiously.

“Yeah. Those are called Red Phantoms. They're tougher versions of enemies and typically in the game they appear depending on your world tendency, but I don’t know how it works in a reality setting.”

“All I knew was that they either appeared randomly, or happen to be the thing I killed not five minutes ago.” I shrugged. “Like that Executioner bitch.”

“Meralda?” He asked. “Huh, she’s got a unique story in that world. So when you killed her she came back as a red phantom?”

“Yep, wanting to fight again. Sadly she tackled me and stole a colorless Demon Soul I randomly found.” I shrugged. “So she went back to normal, but I still have her axe and ring.”

“In the game that’s what she is, guarding, if you wanna think that. Colorless demon's souls are used to level up unique weapons. There’s only like one or two in every world area, and until new game plus, can’t be found again til new game plus.”

“Okay then.” I nodded. “Good to know if I ever go back there.”

“I wonder how a new game plus works there...might not be a thing.” Zeke shrugged. “Well, if you have a soul now, maybe now you can go back and help? Who knows, just remember this. Spears for Stonefang, and The Valley of Defilement...is the biggest bitch you will EVER have to trek through.”

“I can fly.” I said simply.

“Still.” He said firmly. “So, when are you going to go back?”

“No idea, I decided today was a good day to learn how to play Arpeggio here.” I said, summoning my Sitar. “I haven't trained with one of my weapons for a bit so why not.”

“Fair enough.” He said as we climbed up some stairs back to a large landing pad of sorts. “I’m sure you saw these. They're for those who fly here via their natural abilities or gliders. Other than the classrooms there’s not much yet. See you later?”

“See ya later my friend.” I said, flying off back to Medy’s house to start training.

When I arrived he was setting up large bowels of water all around and some training dummies here and there. He waved when he saw me and grabbed his own sitar. “So, ready?”

“Yep.” I nodded, holding Arpeggio. “Ready to go.”

“Alright then. Now first thing to know is that water has reactions to things, music especially. Depending on the tune depends on how the water will aid you in combat. Understand?”

“Of course.” I nodded, knowing at least something like that. “But just so you know…I have never played one of these things so please bare with me.” I said nervously.

“Sure. Now then, to make water rise, play a simple tune, and repeat, like this?” Medy explained as he made sure I saw what his fingers did along the strings, making the water rise like snakes and float in mid air before stopping and the water fell back into the bowels. “Now you.”

I took a deep breath and tried to relax as I did what he demonstrated, hoping I wasn't fucking up. I looked up and noticed the water was reacting like Medy’s, but a little shaky. “Well glad to know I'm doing okay…”

“Everyone starts off shakey like this. The more you learn to play better the water will flow.”

I nodded, continuing to play until the water seemed to stop shaking. “Okay…” I muttered, knowing my hands are gonna be murder after this. “Anything else?” I asked.

“Try forming a thought to align with the tune. Think of what the water should do that fits the sound of the music.”

I looked at Medy, the dummies, and the water. “Thoughts aline with the tune…” I muttered, trying to think of something as I played.

I thought of it moving around, like a snake slithering and, a bit shakily, it began floating and moving around.

“Good. Now, change the tune naturally along with the thoughts to make it attack the training dummy there.”

I nodded, closing my eyes and starting to shift tune. As I played the music shifted from calm and nice to more...violent and bloodthirsty as the water snakes seemed to shiver for a moment before lashing out at the dummies and attacking them.

“Good, now, try and make its ‘fangs’ turn them to ice. Increases how hard they hit and being able to shift from water to ice quickly can save your life. To shift water to ice, think about how say, a blade is sharp of in this case, a snakes teeth stings.”

I continued to play, the snakes biting into the dummies with ice fangs, but as I played the violent tune the snakes seemed to shudder again like either the music was off or too much was being put into it. “Am I...doing to much?” I asked worriedly. “Or is there such a thing as ‘too much’ here?”

“It’s more your mind set. If you aren’t angry, or have a fine control of your emotions, then the attacks won’t be quite there.”

“Oh…” I said. “You’d think anyone who listens to music would know emotions are put behind it.” I frowned. “Well...okay then.” I said, starting to pour my anger into the tune, Medy seeing the snakes shudder once more...before they ripped the dummy to shreds.

“Nice. Emotions and control make the attacks. Without them, you might as well just make water walls and clones cause your attacks will be crap.”

I did my absolute best not to tell him about how his Nobody did literally the exact thing he talked about. “Okay then...sorry, just nervous about...well pouring anger into things.” I said sheepishly.

“That’s where the controle comes in. Hand in hand, consider Emotions the force you can hit with, and the Controle how you hit. If you just have one or the other the results may be weak, or uncontrollable.”

“Yeah…” I said. “It's an important thing…” I said, the tune going back to a gentle tone as I calmed down.

“Now, you know most all life in the stars have water making up a large percentage of their bodies, right?”

“Onto bloodbending already?” I asked curiously. “But yes, I do know most living things are largely water.”

“Heh, while there is a means to use blood it’s highly frowned upon, and depending on where you are, you’ll be executed for using it. But this just uses the water either in the air, in a container, or your own body to heal wounds, even large gashes. Bones won’t be healed however.”

“Okay then.” I nodded. “Sounds like a nifty thing to know.”

“Now, doing this while injured is clearly difficult, so it's more ment to heal others, know what I mean?”

“Yes I do.” I nodded. “But...could you heal while making water clones?” I asked curiously.

“Nope. Try and you’ll find yourself bleeding from your ears. The magic it takes already requires a lot of magic and concentration, trying to split between two different attacks or healing at once can be very lethal to you. I tried it once, and I’m completely deaf in my left ear, and lost my right eye,” He poked a finger at it, an audible tap noise came from it. “Glass. Old one exploded. And that was just from trying to heal more than one person at a time. The rule of thumb here is one thing at a time, or the backlash will come back to bite you in the ass.”

I nodded, not wanting that to happen. “Hey, maybe I can heal your injuries.” I said. “They eye...is probably outside my skill with healing spells but maybe I can heal your ear.”

“Can’t. What caused it was magical, and nothing short of Trident himself could heal this ear. Doesn’t bother me too much though.”

“Believe me, I've done the impossible...but if your Okay with it.” I said, letting go of the strings and stretching my fingers. “Yeesh, a bit rough on the hands…” I muttered.

“You get used to it rather quick.” Medy said, shrugging. “Now, healing is linked to specific songs, not thoughts or emotions, as are some spells.”

“Makes sense.” I said, trying to think of any songs that might heal. “Jeez...when you know so much music but your not sure if they can be used for magic...” I sighed out.

“Often it’s trial and error. I do have a book of well known spells that are linked to songs.”

“That would be good cause...well I have listened to at least a hundred…” I said nervously, hoping to have a good basis on what is and isn't magic here.

“I’ll be right back. Take five K?” He said, getting up and heading back into his house.

I sighed out, taking a seat and closing my eyes. ”Well, lets see if there's a new occupant in my head,” I think to myself, focusing on trying to talk to Rejection and my Light half.

I woke up in my Station of Awakening and-

“Haha!” I was suddenly grabbed by a white wolf version of me, he wore green robes and had very light blue eyes. “So there’s the scrappy kid I saved!” He said happily, giving me a noogie. “Long time no see Ben!”

“Nice to meet ya.” I said. “A lots happened since you...well kept me alive. I bet Rejection was happy to see you again.”

“I’ll say, he hasn't let go of my waist this whole time.” We both looked at Rejection, who had his arms wrapped around my long missing light half like a belt. “Anyway! Name’s Acceptance.”

“Nice to meet you.” I nodded, before I heard someone walk up.

“Who the hell?” Joy asked, seeing Acceptance here. “I...wanted to check up on you...but…” Joy looked so confused here.

When I looked at Joy I immediately noticed...he was taller. “And what happened to you?” I asked curiously, seeing he was a bit older than before.

“Oh you know, been training on a Keyblader island in One Piece world.” Joy said.

“Okay then, but Joy, this is Acceptance, my light half.” I said, motioning to the older brother looking me.

“I’ve been acting as Ben’s soul since he had that drowning accident.” Acceptance said ever so Casually.

“No wonder why it felt a bit...empty sometimes.” Joy said. “But...if your here…”

“I just...technically needed to be reborn.” I said.

“Um…” Joy looked a little confused.

“I'm both your big brother and little brother.” I told Joy.

“... Your grounded.” Joy said with a sly smile as he broke out laughing.

I chuckled. “Of course you would.” I smiled. “But yeah, I'm feeling a whole lot better...but come home soon. The girls, especially Jenny, really miss you.” I told him.

“Yeah, I know.” Joy said. “Once I get back with everyone I'll drop by.” He said. “And...well looks like Rejection is happy about your light.” Joy laughed at how Rejection is holding Acceptance.

“Yeah.” I chuckled, before looking around. “I wonder...if there are two or three others here…” I said, wondering if my subconscious decided to give Psychopath and Humanity bodies for whatever reason, and just the off chance my soul might also appear cause why not.

“So, what now?” Acceptance asked.

“Well, unless something else is missing.” I glare up at the Darkness around my station of awakening. “I am finally whole, and I can go back to training...and being happy with my family.”

“Best get wasted to enjoy it best.” Acceptance said simply.

“Listen, I'm not gonna get wasted, especially since I just got to the capital of Zebrica.” I said. “Can't wait to meet my next fiance.” I said with a smile. “But right now I should probably get back to training with Arpeggio.”

“Alright then. Later Ben.” Acceptance said, waving his hand as a door appeared behind me.

“See ya. Glad to have you here.” I smiled at Acceptance as I walked over and opened the door, ready to go back to the waking world.