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Part 4.5 - Eighth Wonder

# Part 4.5 - Eighth Wonder

“What the fuck?”

I looked up and down at myself, I guess another version of myself? this one had a bluish color to him. “You really let him have it.” He said, his voice sharp as a knife and cold, but also oddly comforting. “I did, didn’t I?” I say with a short laugh. “Where am I though?” The blue one extends his arms, in a presenting motion, “This is… um. I don’t exactly know what to call it. It’s like where we are when someone else is in control.” I take a moment to think about all the implications, questions swirl around my head. “Here,” he motions towards the CRT TV “this might help you.”

The TV screen showed my body, my movements were sloppy and chaotic but determined. Gabriel was in his second phase and fairly damaged at that. “Who’s controlling my body?” I ask, slightly impressed and slightly embarrassed he’s showing me up. “Hard to explain. We don’t have names exactly yet…” He drew on, slightly mischievous “Though I do have an idea.”

“I am not calling myself Soul.”

I was, indeed, calling myself Soul.

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(Oh hey a new one!!)

[This doesn't seem like the average AU... I like it.]

{Holy shit is that Ultrakill?!}

@crashpoint-au-cccc

“It is I, John ultrakill” - John ultrakill

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me rn

How do they die

Well they died by getting stabbed with a sword. (Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, maybe they’ll die at the end, maybe not)

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Part 4 - Chemical Overreaction

“WE DID WHAT THE FUCK NOW?” My voice bellows. He finally turns his head to look at me, letting out a precise, calculated, yet strangely warm laugh. “Can’t say I didn’t expect that. We. Split. Into. Three.” He said each word slowly, methodically, like he was talking to someone who didn’t speak the same language as he did. “Yeah no shit, I heard it the first time dumbass,” I say without in malcontent “but how the fuck do we even do that?”… He pauses for a second. “It’s complicated…”

I shake my head a little and regain focus, my thoughts have been wandering more and more. Gabriel is going on his spiel again. Before I could stop myself, I found myself beginning to speak, my voice still uncomfortably uncalibrated “Can you wrap it up?”

Gabriel pauses. I’d never spoken to him. His angelic voice reverberates throughout the grand hall “wrap it up?” I gain some confidence, “Can you stop with the self-righteous spiel, every fucking time. It’s exhausting.” Gabriel looks surprised and for a moment, hurt, though he quickly covers it up with his arrogant cockiness. “Who made you in charge of what I say machine?” He says, voice filled with disdain and rage slips in.

The gargled and glitchy voice from the old CRT TV interrupts the blue one’s explanation. Though it was severely distorted, it was unmistakably our voice. We, without a word spoken, turn towards the TV. “Who made you heavens little errand boy, sending you down to do chores they’re too fucking lazy to do,” Out voice spits out, soaked in venom “you’re nothing and you know what? You’re even bad at that.”

Then I noticed something… Gabriel, just 5 feet in front of him, is getting ready to charge. “He’s going to get us fucking killed,” I screach, I know that we’ll come back, but that doesn’t mean I want to die “does that asshole even fucking notice?” The blue one puts his icy hand on my shoulder reassuringly but I shake it off. “I’m not letting him get us killed.”

I continue to rant at Gabriel, after being killed by him so many times, I finally had enough. Then, I feel weird. Lighter. My surroundings darken and distort. My stimulus begins to fade. I try to fight it, clawing at the very last bits of my control but it’s pointless. As the last of my senses fade into nothingness, I accept my fate and wait. Then, I slowly fade back in, faster, but still gradually. I turn to see Gabriel yet again, but instead I face… myself? “What the fuck?”

I fade into the spot in which I saw the other me stand, with no second to spare, Gabriel pounces but there’s only one thought in my head.

“I will not let us die.”

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Part 3 - BlackBoxWarrior

It was like a light switch, one second I was in the void, the next? Consciousness. awareness. stimulus. The grogginess that usually follows regaining awareness was gone, so was the chute I normally fell down. A feeling of dulled dread washes through my circuitry. The dullness of the emotion is unsettling but that is not my primary concern at the moment. I activated error analysis mode and began reading through the logs. I spent a long time reading through those logs. By the time I had carefully analyzed every passage, something which I never normally had the patience or will to do, I hadn’t even noticed the new presence.

“Holy shit…” I breathed out, my voice was almost unrecognizable to me. It was cold, calculated, precise, inhuman. You wouldn’t think that would bother me, I’m not human, so why do I care if I sound human? I don’t even feel anymore, not like humans feel. Everything is dull, like melancholy reflections, no mockeries, of emotions. My-

I’m not alone.

Through my error-analysis and monologues, I had neglected to observe my… “surroundings”. I wouldn’t exactly call them surroundings, this room is a lot like the void in the sense there’s nothing. Well not nothing. There’s me, a old CRT TV, and me again? I don’t know what I expected, this is what the logs said but it felt different… He was asleep against one of the “walls”.

I feel my hand decisively reach to my revolver. He looks insignificant. Defenseless. Vulnerable. Small…. Peaceful. Serene. I look into his shuttered optics and feel a deep sense of shame. I cautiously move my hand away from my revolver.

I walk to the old CRT TV and sit down next to it. I see myself, well my body, in front of Gabriel yet again. His voice practically spitting out his monologue, voice soaked in venom. I watch for a long time. Death. After death. After death. I let out a cold but almost soft laugh, “God we are really bad at this, aren’t we?”

My focus on the screen faltered as I heard the other me shuffle awake… then bolt up. I watch him from his reflection on the screen. He seems deep in thought. “You’re finally up?”

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Part 2 - Fish In A Birdcage

Conscience slowly slips back after the system failure-  THE SYSTEM FAILURE! Panic fills every one of my circuits.. Then I pause.. I’m not where I should be, I’m not falling down from the shaft… I look around, I feel small… Insignificant… Trapped… like a fish in a birdcage… But strangely, it doesn’t feel bad, despite only existing in a cold dark void of nothingness, it’s... comforting? Is this death? Its over… No more fighting, no more dying, no more pain, I can finally rest-

My internal monologue is cut short by a cold, calculated, almost emotionless voice… it’s, no his, voice is piercing, like a bullet through my skull… his words reverberate and slur in my head…My voice is raw and uncalibrated, yet I manage to force out a weak, barely audible “what?”

“You’re finally up?” The cold syntheticity of the voice made me feel a odd sense of ease, like talking to someone you used to know long ago… “yeah,” I say weakly, “where are you?”… I see a glow from slightly ahead of me, a bluish figure obstructs the on coming light… I slowly approach, an odd sense of Deja Vu fills me… the figure is sat in front of an old television screen, as I get closer I see a scene all to familiar to me… the red… well the red everything, painted in the blood of those poor fucking sinners… but I’m not the one who is control, but I am? That’s my body, that is me, just not the me I am…? 

“Confusing right? I would imagine it would be for you…” the voice of the blue figure cuts into my thought. “Fuck you, first of all,” my wounded ego puts up one last fight, before I abandon the effort, “but yeah, what’s going on?” The figures puts his hand over his CPU in mock offense, “Fuck off?” His cold voice gasps, more articulated then mine I notice. “Well Mr. Grumpy Pants, while you were taking your sweet time taking a nice long nap,” he gives me a dirty looks before continuing, “I decided to read through the logs and do a little digging.” I sat down next to him on the floor? It wasn’t really a floor persay, but it was the best way I could describe it… “Oh, I found something fascinating,” he paused, “terrifying, but fascinating.” He took a deep breath, truly only for effect as we don’t breath…

“We split into three…” 

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Part 1 - The Most Important Thing In The World

As I felt my body fall against the cold hard stone floor of the cathedral-like grand hall and Gabriel's sword came crashing down towards me, only one thought, my last thought, went through my head. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to-“ with one final stab, my internal systems turned off.

Gradually, I feel stimulation return to my limbs as I fall back down the shaft, that same damned shaft every single time. You’d think by now I wouldn’t fear death, that the dread wouldn’t fill every circuit, but it still does. No matter how many times I die, that gut-wrenching certainty, the very knowledge that it’s creeping closer and closer… It never fades. But, I have a purpose, I cannot give up no matter how much I want too, it’s what I was designed for, what I was built for. My purpose, my directive, it's hardwired into me. So I must live, despite my internal protests, so I try again… and again… and again..

I checked my vitals, more because of habit than anything else, not once has anything been amiss. I almost closed it, I mean nothing could be wrong, I’m in a brand new body, but then a glint of red shined in my optic system from the log… an error? No, NO, NO, NO. Red errors fill my camera-sight, I try to scan them but they show up quicker than I can process, “Critical error…”, “System Failure…”, then a pop-up window appears, “Critical system failure, complete shutdown imminent…”. Then the lights from my optic system slowly fade, “Is this dea–” 

The void was different this time... It felt longer, darker, like it would never end… But something was different about this void… As the void drew longer and colder, I felt like I wasn’t alone in the void… Then all at once… LIGHT, blinding light fills my vision, my optics system yell at me to reduce light intake but I’m too stunned to move. Before this it was always a nice transition, like waking up from sleep, or what I yearn for sleep to be. After a discernible amount of time, 5 minutes from my internal clock, I finally dim the light intake and stand up, but everything seems more manual, I have to think about everything I do. Mentioning thinking… it feels weird, it feels like… thinking, it used to feel like just instantaneous data transfers, not actual thought. What. The. Fuck?

I decide it's best to check the log, I scan through it all, it might just be me over-analyzing this but I seem to be slower? Eventually I reached the log right after I shut down… “CPU trisected, existing personality unit being affiliated with trisection. Attempting to optimize split.”... “What the fuck does that even mean!” I roar out in a frustrated shriek, my voice severely raw and uncalibrated. Then I stop… Did I just… yell? It took me a nanosecond to remember I even had an audio output, it had been so long since I had even used it… Why? That seems like that question has plagued my mind more now than ever before, I never had felt a need to question, then again, I never felt the need to even feel. Why now?

“No time to question,” I say aloud. Again? Why do I keep using my external audio output? “I gotta keep the terminal distracted.” As I head towards the door, it smoothly, almost effortlessly, slides open. Before me stands a vast hall, a hall I’ve been in many times. light floods in from the stained glass windows which stand between red-painted pillars. Every surface is red, painted in the blood of sinners, the people that this damned place was made to punish. I pull out my rocket launcher, “ready for another attempt?” I say out loud, though I don’t question it this time, I have more important things to worry about. I fire a stationary rocket and mount it, yet another attempt.                             

The rocket spews to life and I ride up to the second floor of the vast hall and jump off right before the rocket crashes into the wall. Small pieces of the wall rain down onto me, but I don’t waste any time. I slide straight down to the entrance of the grand hall and the doors creak open. It’s a sight that I've seen many times, Gabriel, supreme angel and Judge of Hell, sits there playing a grand piano. The notes echo through the grand wall, then he begins his monologue, one I’ve heard so many times it's burned into my mind…

 "Machine, I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across the stars…” He screams, demanding attention, yet I begin to tune him out. I must focus, no distractions. “... HERE AND NOW!” He erupts, declaring the end of his speech. I close my optics and let coolant flow through my body, then, sword first, he dashes at me.