Raz smiled down at his daughter hugging the copy body he’d made with shaper. Slowing down time to a fraction of a fraction in the universe, he turned to the wall. He figured his Kaleidoscope power was essentially Planeswalking without the Mana for land, so he Walked.

Now in the void, he ‘felt’ around for a random universe to visit. Time had just ticked over to tomorrow in his world, so he felt confident since he had 20 charges, the reason why he was taking the risk of just hopping into some random universe like this. Satisfied with his mental tirade, he Walked into the first universe he felt.

When he stepped out he was treated to a place that looked like Tim Burton's wet dream. He was surrounded by what looked like a toy graveyard, with toys varying in size from normal small playthings to giant toys. Not only that but they varies to looking like normal toys with missing parts to heavily distorted ones that looked more like Halloween props. The ground looked dead and the sky as black as the deepest pits save for a moon that glowed green.

“This is halloween,” He hummed to himself with a chuckle, walking across the field. The eyes of every doll, plushy and action figure following him as he moved. Every now and then he heard a childish giggle and would see something move from the corner of his eye but whatever it was was always gone when he tried to look at it.

He continued to walk, keeping his ears perked for whatever it was that was stalking him. After a while he came to a massive building that looked to be made of Sombra’s black crystals. Only it was larger than the Empire all on its own. Walking around it he found an entrance with heavy steel doors. Over the doors read the words Scourge Factory.

Raising an eyebrow, he mentally debated entering the factory, or staying out for his stalker to reveal itself. “So, will you come out now?” He tried as he looked around. After waiting a couple seconds, he shrugged and just went in, having decided to wander inside of the factory to see if he could find anyone. As soon as he opened the heavy doors he heard music being played. Looking around he saw a reception area empty of any life with a portrait of a black, nine tailed fox wearing a white mask on the wall behind the reception desk.

“Huh, nice picture,” He commented as he walked up to the reception desk. He looked for some kind of bell, wanting to try and ring it to see if anyone would come. Seeing one he pressed it, but instead of getting a ding, a trap door opened on the desk allowing a partially decayed clown’s decapitated head to be launched out on a spring and scream right in his face, making him yelp and form his hand into diamond tipped claws, before the head was pulled back into the desk and the little doors slamming shut.

Breathing a bit, he turned his hand back to normal. “O-okay, that was a good one,” He said through his chuckles. Didn’t expect a jump scare in real life. His attention was turned to the pitter patter of little feet, or paws as it turned out, as a little fox that walked on it’s hind paws like a human entered the room and moved over to the desk, hopping onto the chair that it had to stand on due to its small size. This fox was the first thing he found that didn’t look like it belongs here. It wore an adorably little black dress designed for business and had comically large glasses that it needed to continuously bush back up because it didn’t fit. All and all it looked like a little kid pretending to be a big important business woman like mommy. It even had a lollypop.

“Hello there,” The universe traveller greeted all the same. He figured, for all he knew, this fox actually was a important business person, so he decided to not judge just yet. Despite the lollypop.

“Hello, welcome to the Scourge Factory, we make undead horrors and abominations. My name is fluffy, how may I help you today?” The fox replied before going back to licking her lolly, her voice even sound like that of a child.

“Well, I was just travelling around and stumbled across this place, wanted to check it out,” The human replied to the little fox. He’d almost chuckled at the name ‘fluffy’, but restrained himself.

“Oh… Are you lost? Do you need help getting home?” The fox asked.

“I believe I can find my way back. For now I just wanna see the sights, ya’know?” The human said with a casual shrug. The fox just gave him a bewildered look.

“Realy? This world isn’t exactly a vacation spot. Well unless it’s around Nightmare Night or any variant of that holliday.” She said.

“The mere fact that I’m still here despite how creepy it is should tell you I’m not really normal,” The human said simply. The fox just shrugged at this.

“Well do you want a tour or something? Other than that I can give you directions to the haunted fairgrounds but there isn’t much to do other than that.” The fox said.

“Sure, I’ll take a tour,” He said with a shrug.

“Okay, please follow me.” The fox said as she hopped down and walked through the door to the right of the desk. Once they moved down a few hallways they came to a massive stadium sized room filled with corpses and many foxes running around. “This factory was created by my mistress, who is a goddess with one of her aspects being undeath. As such any world where she has a temple she has corpse collectors as well as a hobby of collecting already dead world and scavenging this for materials. This room is one of the places that cadavers are brought to be sorted for undead creation, parts for more creative works and abominations or be sorted into trucks to be taken to other factories for other uses.” The fox said as she gestured around. One of the foxes ran by hauling a cart filled with the bodies of children marked with the words Toy Factory.

“So she visits worlds that are already dead to set these up?” The male asked curiously. He was a bit put off about the child bodies, but decided to not judge. It was dark, and he didn’t like it, but wasn’t about to wreck someone's stuff.

“She scavenges them for resources before the ones that look after dimensions can destroy them to make room for new ones so that life can start anew. That way she’s not stepping on anyone’s toes to get them. If the world is salvageable like this one then she keeps it. She also likes to shrink cities that she likes in this and put them in snow globes.” The fox answered.

“So… planet recycling?” The human asked with a raised brow. The fox just nods at this.

“When a new dimension is created it get’s all new resources for the new lives that will live their, so no one will miss what she takes. The world’s she can save fully, that is, ones where everything has already died on it but with some work can be given life to support she uses as well, such as places to evacuate survivors on dieing worlds she finds or giving some animals a place to repopulate. She also takes the time to help ghosts of dead worlds move on.” Fluffy lectured.

“Super world recycling, got it,” The human said with a nod.

“The dwarves sure like it. Now please follow me to the next stop on our journey.” Fluffy said as she walked out of the room. The human followed obediently, humming a song to himself.

“Here is the assembly line for skeleton troops and abominations. This is where the magic begins.” Fluffy said as they entered a hallway. On each side he could see clear crystal walls. One one side a human skeleton was being placed on a ritual circle where magic that made the human feel a little sick reanimated the bones as a fox placed an onyx gem in its mouth that then rose and walked into the next room where more foxes began carving runes into each bone carefully. On the other side of the hall he saw foxes chopping off body parts of large animals and using magic crystal tools to fuse the parts together into hulking monstrosities like the ones from the Warcraft games. Once those monsters were done in there they moved on to the next room where they climbed into large pools filled with some kind of glowing green liquid that they soaked in for a while. As the two walked their feet peeled away from the sticky floor stained in blood.

“I’m gonna need to wash these later…” The human mumbled, looking at his sandals.

“We have excellent showers and washing machines.” Fluffy assured. As they followed the path. Watching the undead pass through room after room, being the targets of many rune carvings and rituals, some requiring a lot of blood. Then being armed and armored. In the last rooms that they could see only had two tables with two sticks. On the skeleton’s side when they reached it the would pick it up, wave it around and a giant bee would appear out of nowhere and fly up through a hole in the ceiling. On the abomination's side they had a stick that summoned a small slime which slowly hopped out through a hole in the wall before each undead moved on to two rooms where what sounds like training was going on.

“So lemme guess. You have the abominations and undead summon other monsters to use in either training or disposable troops?” The human asked.

“The staves came from a world of a Terraria displaced, one summon per customer. If they attempt to summon another or use the other staff the old summon disappears. Though all are given combat training the slimes are a bit slow and predictable and are mostly used for waste disposal. The bees are taken to the honey factory because honey is yummy. It’s basically a giant bee hive. But yes they are kept in bulk on reserve in defended areas.” The fox answered.

“Simple ‘yes’ woulda worked then,” The human chuckled.

“I’m trying my best. No one has ever asked for a tour before.” Fluffy replied as she continued walking. As they came to a new area one of the doors bursted open and what looked like the naked corpse of a stretched out woman walked crawled out spider stile. She screeched at the two before crawling away. As she did so the human could see and hear the forty or so human fetuses that were sticking out of her split open stomach screeching as they wiggled around inside her.

“It looks like the mistress is in.” Fluffy said as she turned towards the door the creature came from.

“Neat. Is she part of the tour?” He asked with a small smirk. Fluffy didn’t answer as she opened the door and led him in. It looked like a warped play room for small children with tooy like tools laying around. In the middle of the room was a table with a fresh corpse being placed on it and sitting at that giant plastic kiddy table on a chaup made of different body parts that would move around on their own and several eyes that stared at the human that had just entered. The fox was caked in blood and examining a brain in her paws before apparently deciding it was unusable and tossing it aside, forcing the human to dodge to avoid getting brained by a brain.

“Woah!” He said as he ducked out of the way of the grey matter. The large nine tailed fox turned to look at him as she awaited new parts that were being brought in.

“Hello, my name is Rin, what’s yours?” The nine tails asked. Her blue fire she had for eyes in her socked giving him a once over.

“Call me Raz, nice to meet you,” Raz greeted kindly.

“Nice to meet you to Raz, I don’t often get guests here. Would you like some cookies? Maybe some beverages?” Rin asked.

Raz hummed in thought. “What are they made of/what’s in the drinks?” Raz asked, just to be careful.

“Well we have ice water, tea, milk and fruit juices. As for the cookies, I haven’t made them but they prefer to be gingerbread, makes giving them faces easier without ruining their flavor. But I can make other kinds for you to eat.” Rin answered.

“I guess some milk, and I prefer chocolate chip, but I’ll try gingerbread out,” Raz replied to her. Rin just nodded before looking to the foxes in the room.

“Put this stuff up, I’m going to go entertain a guest.” Rin told them before making a portal and led him through into a new room. “I just need a moment to get cleaned up before I start baking. Please make yourself at home.” Rin said as she left. The room looked far nicer than anything he saw in the Factory with actual normal furniture. In the corner was another fox in a butler uniform just waiting.

A while later a clean Rin walked into the room with a tall glass that she placed on the table next to the chair Raz was sitting on and placed a large plate of cookies both chocolate chip and gingerbread in both human and pony shapes. When he reached down to grab one they all got up and started jumping up and down excitedly.

“Eat me!”

“No eat me! I have cream filling!”

“But I’m chicklet chip!”

Raz snickered a little at this. “That why them having faces was so important?” He asked Rin with a grin.

“They just love to serve. They also have a vore fetish. So my little ones here are always ready to inhabit the dow and be baked into yummy treats to be served to my guests or servants.” Rin answered. Raz nodded, and grabbed one random one, swallowing it whole with a small application of shaper. Much to the delight of the possessed cookie that now inhabited his belly.

“So to what do I owe this pleasure?” Rin asked.

“I decided to travel around and see some sights, this is just where I ended up,” Raz told the nine tailed fox honestly.

“So you just chose one at random without looking into it? That’s… dangerous. Are you even a displaced? Or just a wizard?” Rin asked.

“I was displaced, yeah. Woke up in a frozen north just in time to beat Sombra to smithereens,” Raz told her with a shrug, eating another cookie.

“I see, what’s your token? I want to see if I have it yet.” Rin asked.

“I… didn’t make one yet,” Raz said with a sheepish shrug.

“Do you know how?” Rin asked. “That’s something most do the moment they learn how.”

“I don’t really remember,” Raz said, a bit of a embarrassed blush on his face. Rin just sighed.

“Alright step one, find an object that represents you.” Rin said while looking at him expectantly.

Raz tilted his head thoughtfully. Holding a hand up, he did his carbon trip again to make a crystal orb, hoping what would happen to it that he thought would happen when he made it into a Token.

“Step two, infuse it with a small portion of your essence, then say what your message out loud. Keep in mind this will be the first impression other displaced will get of you and what you stand for.” Rin instructed.

“Any suggestions for the message?” Raz asked.

“It’s yours so whatever you want. Though I would advise you be careful what you promise as it’s a type of magic contract. For example saying you will come if you can and just saying you will come is the difference between choosing to answer the call and being dragged there like it or not.” Rin answered.

“Ugh, I’m not good with this stuff…” Raz mumbled.

“Well what do you stand for? Freedom? Justice? Do you want to help people save lives, just experience new worlds and have fun? Kill people? Though if it’s the last one I’ll have to rip out your soul.” She said in a pleasant, almost grandmotherly way that put a shiver up his spine.

“Yeah, I only kill those that attack me first,” Raz said. “With the intent to kill anyway. Or hurt my family.”

“That’s fine, I was talking more along the lines of Jack the Ripper…” Rin then stopped to take down notes for her next undead.” Anyways it doesn't need to be artistic. Just think of it as an answering machine in a way.”

Raz nodded, thinking on what he wanted to say. Pouring a bit of power and watching as the orb had lights in it that constantly changed, little symbols changing as well in it. “I am Raz. Call me if you need aid, I will judge your cause, and if I find it worthy, I will assist. If not, then I will leave when I wish. If you gain my favor, you may receive a power gift,” He said, before cutting off the power he sent to the orb. Rin tilted her head slightly at the part about the power gift but shrugged it off.

“And the last step is to just give it a toss into the void where it will be replicated and scattered to the multiverse.” Rin said. “I take it from the fact you’re here at all I don’t need to help you with this?”

Raz shook his head, and sent the orb out into the multiverse. “Thanks for your help, by the way. Is there any superpowers or something you’d want?” Raz asked her. Rin just cocked her head at that.

“Like that old guy from that one superhero show? What was it called? Anyways he could give teenagers super powers and in exchange they had to steal for him or they would lose the power he gave them.” Rin asked before shaking her head. “When I get new powers I take them for myself or reverse engineer something from the outside. I would never just let someone put some power in me. You can never know how reliable they are unless you earn them yourself and know completely how they work with no room for tampering. Can you put it in a jar or something for me to study?”

“Yeah, sure I guess. What would you want?” Raz asked. Rin just summoned a jar and placed it on the table in front of him.

“I’ve always wanted golems but thanks to how they’re made I can’t make them unless it’s with necromancy like flesh golems or bone golems. Can you make an animation power that lets me make moving statues or armor?” Rin asked.

“I could do that… but I don’t want to use more than one charge on the power, so it’ll likely be very limited, like it takes time to animate them or you can only have so many,” Raz informed her.

“If I had to chose it would be the time one.” Rin told him. He nodded, and held a hand up, palm facing upward. A brown orb of power appeared over it.

“They will obey mental commands up for fifteen meters away from you, and take about three hours to make one good one.” Raz informed her. “Do I have permission to implant the power in you, or would you just like to do the jar thing?”

“Like I said, I’d rather earn the power by studying it and making my own. Not only does that make sure it’s truly safe, no offence but better safe than sorry, but I’ve always believed that power should be earned rather than have it served up on a silver platter.” Rin answered.

Raz simply nodded. Using shaper to make a crystal bottle, they put that on the table, before gently inserting the power into the bottle and forming a cork out of their hand made of some organic materials. Picking the bottle up, he tossed it to her. As soon as it touched her paws it vanished into thin air and she gave a nod.

“Thank you, would you like a souvenir? My giant bees make excellent raw honey, delisas and newtrissas. Or maybe if you have any kids back home you’d like a toy? We also make basic steel weapons here but that’s nothing special.” Rin asked.

“What kinda toys do you have?” Raz asked.

“Well one of my aspects as a goddess is games so I can make any normal toy that way. But if you fancy toys like the ones you saw outside that can play back, those were made from children that were reanimated, dolled up and then hit with a dollifying spell. My created fox imps have a life expectancy and never had a soul so I could give you a fox plushy if the materials of the others disturbs you.” Rin told him.

Raz hummed as they looked up, thinking. “Maybe the fox thing…” He mused. Rin just nodded and suddenly a fox plushy fell out of thin air and landed on the table. After it landed it sat up and looked up at him.

“It follows basic instructions, is super durable as long as it avoids fire and is super soft and snuggly. Normally dollified things come with a squeaker but that doesn't hold true with undead things. How big do you want it and how many kids?” Rin asked.

“Two kids, really, and enough for say a ten year old to cuddle with,” Raz replied. He can make them last forever with another charge. With a nod from Rin another fox fell to the table and both were picked up in Rin’s paws and started to grow from small enough to fit in a dollhouse to about the size of Chara’s torso. Once she was done she levitated them over to Raz.

Raz picked them up out of the air, and had them hang onto his arms. “Thanks. If you ever wanna hang out or something, or just want another power, call me. If I have the charges I’ll see what I can do,” The male said, getting up and stretching. Rin just nodded to that.

“I may take you up on that, Oh and if you’re going to show up unannounced again, make sure you come out outside again. I have...wards up on the buildings around here. It won’t kill you but you sure won’t like it.” Rin warned as she tossed a necklace to him. “My token.”

Raz nodded, catching it. “Alright, thanks. See ya later!” He said, before he Walked home. Rin watched as he literally walked out of the world with a humm.

“Strange, tokens seek out other displaced so the moment he tossed his out one should have been attracted to me as the closest displaced.” As if answering to her words a crystal orb shot out of the air and nailed her in the back of the head making her fall forward with a squawk and crush the cookies that were left. Getting up she looked to the ghosts of the yummy things around her. “You will tell no one of that.” She warned getting nods from them.

Author's Notes:

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/268792/the-beating-of-my-heart

Go there. Like that person for doing this cross.