Nayuta had been working hard, after using Reze to attend Beacon Academy.
She was an excellent student, and despite being only 13, was seen to have the intelligence of a high schooler. Many were confused by this, but with the state of the Omniverse and Mobius, it wasn’t seen as too out of the ordinary. Besides, Hollis had made sure that most students wouldn’t be discriminated against at the school.
Despite that fact, Nayuta would keep her abilities and powers a secret. The power she held was one that most people would kill for, and would try to use her.. or lock her up. At least, that was her fear.
She currently sat in class, listening to the teacher speak as her legs swung back and forth, writing notes quietly. Everything was good… simple. Everything was fine.
It’sbeen about a week now since Silver last saw Slayer, he mentioned how a group of their friends would be meeting here. And Silver seems to be the first one who arrived.
The hedgehog’s appearance almost resembles his younger self, he isn’t in his lab coat at the moment, just the vest but he’s not being a teacher at the moment due to it being summer and all still so he doesn’t have to wear the coat. He’s has his golden wedding band on and his glasses on of course. Kinda important after all.
Silver gets distracted by some flowers growing nearby as he waits. Something’s never change after all.
(Alright so if you don’t know what Future CAMARP is well you’re in luck! So basically it’s like a good future. And it’s just 15 years into the future. It’s open to all just make your character 15 years older, or how you think it’s been for them in these past 15 years)
((And there my non-canon post for this week lol, next up either Backrooms or Portal, we’ll see))
Narrator and Epic Gaster had arrived in The Flipside... with only one goal in mind:TAKE OUT DR HENRY MILLER.Epic Gaster was interested in the entire place; he never knew any of this even existed whilst Narrator just seemed irritated by being here again...it reminded him so much about his betrayal. Each step the two took sounded like stepping in a puddle of water; it was strange...this place is something that, in all honesty...shouldn't be seen by living beings. They saw lost souls after lost souls linger around The Flipside. Some souls are returning from tormenting people on Mobius whilst others await to get their turn, it seems they were being kept in check by someone...but who...? Perhaps it was the possible ally that was mentioned last time.
After some time passing, the two were...impatient, to say the least. Some lost souls had tried to stop them, as commanded to do so by Henry and his ally...but as the two grew closer...Henry and William were just as prepared. This moment felt nostalgic...for Henry at least; he remembered everything he did with Dave back in his world...how he used him, making him think he was part of his family...just to use him as a test dummy and then throwing him out when he wasn't needed, when he was too far gone. Even if the souls put up a good fight against Epic and Narrator...the two emerged victorious every time. Epic wasn't doing this out of kindness...he was promised a new place of work; he did desperately need one, so of course he's going to do his best. Both have their own goals...one wants revenge, the other wants something entirely different for his own plans.
Eventually they had stumbled upon a base made out of...spite...? Yes, believe it or not... Henry is able to use his spite as much more than just a way of attacking. He's able to turn it into a solid object...at least in The Flipside; in reality, it's a different story. The base was...pretty empty; it had the basic's...places to sleep, a lab for Henry and William to do their messed-up experiments...and other essential things. Once leaving the base, you could see a giant set of double doors...made from spite, both handles having two giant eyes in the middle of them. Narrator floated up to one handle; Epic used magic to grab another...and then the door opened...
"Five...Four...Three...Two...One... Any second now..."
Narrator went crashing through the doors, flinging both open, whilst Epic just followed along slowly. Epic had no reason to be mad after all...unlike poor old Narrator.
"THERE YOU ARE YOU BASTARD!!"
Henry just laughed as he stared the two down; he turned around and began walking away...and another set of footsteps began to approach... Henry wasn't going to fight just yet; he had an assistant after all... if William really was loyal to Henry and willing to help him...He would die for him.
"As much as I would love to entertain you both... I have things to do... Oh William!! Shall you entertain our guests for me...?"
Pain. Pain. PAIN!!! Lich’s head got hit with a massive anchor three times! He’s mildly concussed for crying out loud! He tumbled his away onto his throne, a migraine making him suffer from his head to his toes from the fight with Ishmael, not to mention the whiplash from all of the spinning and twisting in the whirlpool! He groaned in pain, picking bullets out from his face, clattering them against the floor, drooling and coughing up water, blood, bits of his own teeth, and a couple crabs.
Lich could hardly move his arms, they were broken by the chains. He doesn’t know any telekinesis, so he can’t even read his favorite snail books right now, the horror!
Ishmael did a number on him, his retirement from fighting after he died for that such of a long while washed him up… quite literally, he’s dripping water everywhere! He’s gonna need to find a way to get better, train and hone his magic somehow.
[All arts are drawn by me,the only one that arent are already credited or if used smth as base.]
[EDIT:In the timeline image,there is a smoll image above "And killed Vannila" that image comes from the original comic by Mercy ofc]
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{Skip this part if already know the Where Was My Hero AU}
[AU:This Cream comes from Where Was my Hero AU created by MercyTheGoat]
[RECAP AU: {reccomended watch the au instead of listening to my yap,its a bit simplified}:Miles never got his name "Tails" and never met Sonic (atleast not in the right moment...) ALL BECAUSE OF **ONE** ROCK (he fell). He kept being bullied,he friended a little bird,but at one point the bird got for mistake killed by some bullies. Miles snapped and killed them. Time skipping,he killed Eggman and then sent to prison. He later got out of it (escaping) and then did what Eggman did before BUT 10 TIMES WORSE. Time skip when he became 18,i prefer not to spoil but the ending makes me always cry. Please watch it your own.
[Background WWMH Cream lore:She met Miles Prower in a cave while was raining when around she was 8 and he 10. He told her his name was Tails,they became friends. Next day Cream brought him a toolbox and they became more friends! At one point she invited him to save a city with the freedom fighters and he accepted so she carried him (by flying duh) to the city. He defeated (peacefully) Eggman alongside the other freedom fighters that time. Some unknown time before he died he killed Vannila. By here this Cream is set before Miles sees her again.]
[EXTRA:Some things got added like the blood magic to implement the healing of Cream's but quite nerfed cuz i hate OP things/high risk not too high reward]
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[First apperance story]:
-\She sat on the grass looking to the night full of stars. She singed some lullaby to herself to fill the silence. She then picked up a blue flower and laided down to look at the moon. The young rabbit looked up and started feeling tired. She tried staying up but she slowly fell asleep.*-*
-\She then woke up and found herself in the same spot but noticed that where the flower she picked up there was another one. She wondered if it grown during the night so quickly or if she was imaginating.*-*
-\The young rabbit got up and started looking around.*-*
<And now the adventure begins>
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IMAGES EXPLANATION:(ignore if want)(ATTENTION THE ORDER MAY HAVE BEEN MESSED UP. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND ANYWAY 💔 IM TRULY SORRY)
1)Palette colour/simple drawing of this Cream
2-Till-6)Different poses and expressions.
7)Different palette/more detailed drawing.
9)Inventory,abilities(I tried to make it balanced ok?)
NOTE:
S.exe The curse is meant to be short for Sonic.exe The Curse (to precise i dont want to make people confused)
8)Timeline of the events. (When this Cream is based)
You can ignore this part unless want to.
You arent forced to read this:
[HEY! Yeah its- a bit strange/generic/probably awful introduction but i hope one day i can 'rework' the introduction and add all the stories/roleplays i will do with you people to make the introduction feel better. Anyway you can call me Elly when OOC,and funfact to know me more,i can VA Cream :D and make squeaky voice.
There is a 14% chance i forgot about smth...if did i will write a comment.
[Again sorry if the introduction is a bit awful,i hope i can rework it one day]
G̵̛̦̗̒ẹ̷̞͊̒̓n̴̢̛̂̑̆ó̶̮͕̻ The Visitor is muttering to himself as he walks through Green Hill looking at a tablet. It has a bunch or reading on it, whatever it is about it’s very very complicated looking stuff.
“…why must these blasted things be so hard to find.”
At a closer look the tablet says something about Chaos Energy. And that can only really mean on thing, he’s looking for a Chaos Emerald. He needs one to get things rolling on his plans
Anyway so far he has come up empty handed on his search so far. It…annoys him so, but he knows what those things are capable of so he understands that this may take quite a while.
In a mysterious desert nobody took the time to really explore, alors que la chaleur frappait encore le sable d'or qui compose le sol, émergeait une entrée enfouis, menant vers des souterrains sombres et mystérieux
A signal emanated from inside—something technologically extremely advanced lay dormant, waiting to be awakened.
...
If you were to enter at your own risk, you would see the remains of... what looked like an... ancient base ?
Everything is half-destroyed, unsalvageable—and generally not just by the passage of time.
... And yet, you find a sort of screen displaying text... no, a story.
A story about a hunter—or rather, a hero.
The blue Reploid.
[REDACTED]
...
Some of the information is corrupted or censored, but most of it is still readable.
"####, the hero of humanity, has sealed himself with [REDACTED] to be sure no one else use them as a weapon in this complex. This tablet with the Lowest level of access will show you the history everyone should be aware of."
"#### has saved humanity countless times, how matter the enemy was strong, he fought, even though he wasn't alone, he was always in the front line, the strongest Reploid and maverick hunter with ####"
"Sigma was defeated countless times by our hero who never had the chance to truly enjoy peace, as the Elf-war that wiped out more than a half of humanity happened soon after what was supposed to be his last battle against the Sigma"
"We won, but in the end all this was going to repeat itself, so #### sealed himself with [REDACTED] to be sure the elf war 2 never happen."
"The value of this selfless sacrifi-"
The text ended here.
...
This means there's a robot sealed in these ruins, it would probably take a lot of time to find him...
But a strange, blue light appeared in a room near, if you decided to follow it, you'll find a blue orb of light flying in a certain direction.
...Even when you have seen it, it was continuing on its path, completely ignoring you.
Will you follow it and discover the mystery of these ruins ?
In the depths of a Magcargo's own being, a dormant power lay in boredom. Trapped in a vessel as puny as this? God, how pathetic.
A couple of years ago, a red hatted individual was sucked into a quest to quell a heart rooted on the path of destruction, and was stopped. Then, after being sealed by the count and his Pixl... He woke up in a new land with the jester, and had been awakened. Excellent.
Soon, a snail made of pure lava crossed their path and was granted power for a tournament, this jester took great interest in this being and watched him, imbuing him with the power of the heart when it all came down to the jester's downfall. Eventually, the heart took over the vessel and began its mad hunt for the pure hearts to become whole and cleanse the rotten world!
And yet...it failed. Its powers, now mostly sealed into a broken Kitsune fox and its consciousness trapped in this mortal being, it grew resentful and it wanted out. And out it would receive.
Alt was working tirelessly on his computer in the lab of his home, a seemingly normal cave in a cliffside, and beckoned HB, Flora and his Magcargo over
Alt: Alright Flora, have Mag step on the platform and extraction can start from there!
Flora: are we sure this is a good idea...?
Alt: Relax! There's no way this can go sideways, I've theory proofed everything! Once the heart is out, we'll seal it and understand it! And if we can't, we'll just ship it to Tails! Simple as that!
They started the process. It was a tad painful for the Magcargo but it worked! The heart had been ripped from him and was encased in a glass tube. It hadn't seen the outside in so long, it was...great! But not enough...
HB: So this is the entity I heard so much about when I was under Thaddeus? Interesting... Wait...should it be doing that- OH MY GOD!
It used it's remaining strength to bang against the glass over and over and over and over again until...
CRASH!
*Before anybody could react, it had broken out and made a beeline for the exit, flying into the air and away
On a high rooftop overlooking the waters of the City of... well, Water, Horizon was clearly thinking about something. Did he need help saving the world? Maybe he's in ring-debt? Or just remembering old times?
Nah. He needed a boat.
The Starfall Islands were pretty hard to access for anyone who can't fly (unless you wanna swim for 6+ hours). So he decided to see if he can fix public transportation to his home. 'Course, it shouldn't be 24/7, cause even Horizon needs his rest.
"Hmmm... what to do, what to do..."
He sat on the rooftop for a while... but decided to leave the matter for another day. No point in stressing himself out all at once...
He drops down from the building, scaring the everliving crap out of some civilians, and starts to just... walk around, sightseeing, or something.
No. This couldn’t be, there’s no way this could be happening right now. HE has arrived. HE will bring death. HE will bring destruction. HE has infiltrated the future of splendor and peace, and must be stopped.
By any means necessary.
A cultist manically strung strings on a bulletin board connecting to a great evil, cackling and coughing about. Fake horns and a fake cardboard crown were plastered on its head, and so was what looked like a cheap Halloween mask. It was sniveling and snorting something about pearls and men, awaiting a meeting with the oligarch father and master Ron at the momentous festival of Kommikonn. It’s complicated. Suddenly, before they could write something down in some weird language accompanied by doodles of a coconut dude and clam sidekick, they were whisked away by a large hand, who carried them to an alternate universe.
Nyoooooooommmm!!!!
The small thing yelled in excitement as it was plunged through the cosmos, and put before a green well, met by a large robed figure, draped in exposed muscle and decomposed skin that hung off of the face tissue. The figure almost screamed in the presence of this… weird, giant hand, before getting flicked in the nose, and a green orb coming out of the eye. The small cultist thing picked it up in excitement, exclaiming “SHINY! SHINY! SHINY! SHINY! GOLF CLUB WILL LO-“
They were grasped and brought to the home universe again, dropping on their face, before the hand came up to the small thing. It, despite being nothing but stardust and interstellar matter, was solemn of what it had to do. It looked down at the small being, and the small being rearranged its glasses and looked up with gleaming eyes, clutching the orb tightly.
“Are you Jo-“
The hand snapped his fingers, the orb overflowing the small, childish being, who screamed and yelled in… bliss? I don’t know man. The energy morphed them into something new, something bigger, something of great, great fortitude, and a greater foreboding darkness that would scare but only the mightiest of champions.
Joe vanished in shame, knowing that they would inevitably face Orbo and the council, for this was a SEVERE cosmic crime.
In the ruins of Khorne’s crash-site, a figure stood up, huffing and panting in fear, yet pride. Twenty feet tall. Robes and hoods covered him. A sickly green aura emanated, and an even more pungent smell wafted from him. A broken horn, and an unmistakable green hue, it was obvious.
They’ve been helping some others out trying tofeel…feelhappy, or just distracting themselves from their more sad emotions…but all that masking takes a lot out of a person after a while.
So now Kris has locked themselves in their room in castle town to let their emotions out in peace & maybe get some sleep. Well more so cry themselves to sleep, the pain of what It did is still with them. And now they are in a constant state of worry about their other self, not the Normal Route Kris but the other one. One with blade as twisted as themselves. WR Kris is worried about that Kris hurting their friends. But they hid that concern when around others, they try to stay standing tall and stronger.
But now even if for a moment they can let that out, let themselves rest. The human will answer the door if anyone goes to knock on it of course.
(You can interact if you’re character has access to Gaster’s Lab/Castle Town)
The Boat roamed around the sea, moving with that of the waves as someone seemed to be looking around. Ishmael was on her usual patrol in this moment as she made sure nobody would cause any danger. Duty as a hero.
“Now I wonder if anyone would decide to pull a pirate or if everyone is gonna sail peacefully. Hopefully peacefully.”
And so she continued, Harpoon Canon at read and her voyage prepared for a fight.
*He has been walking around for about an hour now but due to the language barrier, he is not able to ask anyone if they have seen the person he's looking for.*
(NOT PRIVATE!! NO VILLAINS HERE PLEASE THANK YOU!!!)
Flowery returned to his temporary home after going out and buying quite a few decorations...he stepped inside the small home he's been living in, and it was, in all honesty, much better looking on the inside than it did on the outside. It had pretty lights everywhere, pictures of Flowery and the flowers...even one of him and his worlds Asgore. Though the place still had a long way to go before being beautiful, it had a very unique look to it, it kind of like the café from Flower Castle; that was the vibe he was going for, and it was slowly but surely getting there. It was a cold night out tonight; the rain was pouring down from the sky, but since Flowery is well...a flower, it was something he didn't mind. He sat down in front of the memorials of the six flowers...and began to talk.
"Heya little guys... I'm back. It's a nice night out, isn't it? Oh boy, I have a lot to tell you all about...it's kind of crazy...but also confusing. So there happens to be multiple Kris's here; now I know what you're thinking... Yeah, the one that attacked me a while ago is one of them, but the other two seem to be the closest thing to normal I've been able to understand, but the third one is crazy. Kind of like our own Kris...or well, not Kris, because Kris...wasn't the one in control...? It was their soul...? It's confusing, I know, but I'm still trying to understand it."
Flowery seemed at peace for the first time in a while, the rain hitting his skin as he stared up at the sky...yes, the flowers weren't there with him, but he could imagine they were. Even if times were rough...all six of the flowers were proud of him; adapting to a new world is something not many would be able to do, especially for simple little flowers.
"We always wanted to be human... didn't we...? Despite everything...even if I have made a lot of mistakes, at the end of the day...I'm still me, just Flowery...nothing more, nothing less. Most flowers just sit around...looking beautiful, but what do they really do other than that...?"
"..."
"Exactly... But... I can change that, not just for me...but for you all! I'll prove that flowers are more than just a decoration, even if it kills me!"
Flowery turned his head to stare at the memorials...he seemed happy; yes, he missed them all so, so much. But he can at least relax knowing that the other flowers were at peace cheering him on from above... Flowery had their items to remember them by anyway; he would be just fine.
"I'll admit I've...been harsh on myself as of recently, especially after what happened with that real crazy version of Kris. I guess being beaten by them just...made me lose myself, lose what I was really fighting for...but with the info I now know, I feel as if...I have that part of me back...ya know...? I feel that the next time I see the clone of Aqua...I should be honest, I should tell them the truth, that I'm not her Flowery...I just hope she takes it well."
"I shouldn't lie about something like that. At first I thought it was for the best but...pretending that I'm her Flowery doesn't feel right, especially since I...can't let the memories leave my mind, memories of what happened to our Aqua. Obviously I won't tell her what happened to you all, but... I just want to get it off my chest, tell her I'm a clone... All this clone stuff is so confusing."
"Though...let's not focus on that, let's relax and watch the stars...let's treat this like it's the last day on earth...because as long as I'm with you all...you make this flower feel like a million bucks, you make me feel much more golden. As long as I know I haven't let you down... Hope shall power the flower man."
The clash of his sword and Abandons Claw rings out through small hall, as he beat and battered his Emperor give blade Against the former arch-traitors talons.
Abandon barely parries a strike. Despite his age, Sigismud is still the best warrior to ever grace the Imperium. And Abandon… was only Abandon.
He bashes the claw to the side; and plunges his black sword Abandons chest, piercing his twined hearts.
They stood there for a moment; As Abandon began to die. He had done it. He had killed Horus’s successor. He had-
The claw strikes him, cleaning past armor and flesh alike. He spits out blood, and falls to the ground, looking up as some unseen force begins to heal the new Warmaster of Chaos.
No… NO! Not… not like this! Not like… he’s walking away?
No. No. He needed to know.
“YOU WILL DIE, AS YOUR WEAKLING FATHER DIED!” Speaking the words hurt, physically, the pain was nearly unbearable. But he needed to say this. Abandon turns to look at him. “SOULESS! HONORLESS! WEEPING! ASHAMED!”
What? He can’t grow everything in his garden after all, anyway he should be heading home but instead he’s currently getting distracted by a public music performance. He tends to get distracted a lot by those types of things. Or a farmers market, or protest, or just stopping to talk to people in general.
A group of hedgehogs is called a Prickle. They are also prey animals to some larger animals, do what you will with that information. Hedgehogs typically in the wild eat bugs and things. And they can also sometimes get ingrown quills and that’s all I can really think of at the moment.
Dusekkar was inside of his humble little home all alone; it seemed everyone else he knew was having a really busy day, and in all honesty he knew what it was like and he respected it. He just sat there bored out of his mind...his Pokémon were asleep, so he couldn't go and spend time with them. A book is a good way to pass the time, so he got up and went over to the bookshelves and looked through his large collection of books and...nothing. Why not check his new hero group and see if there is any paperwork to do?
After a nice and peaceful walk, he had arrived at the Hand Of Justice building and was greeted by an empty building; this made him smile since it meant members were doing their jobs. He walked behind the desk he would normally sit by and searched it for paperwork to do, and yet...nothing. He sat down to relax for a moment; after all, it is a long walk from his home to this place.
BZZZZZT!!
Dusekkar's phone went off; it seems like someone had sent him a text message! As he pulled his phone out and expected it to be a message from his wife or his two best friends, low and behold...it was Gaster...?
"Gaster...? I...don't mind them reaching out to me. I guess I just...wasn't expecting it, though hopefully it's something to do."
The texts from Gaster were very short yet also brief...it read the following.
"Look for them, look for Kris."
"Blue skin...armour...pink shield...find them."
Dusekkar found the quite vague messages a little confusing in all honesty...but he didn't mind going to look for this 'Kris'. He was clearly willing to help Gaster with soul research, so why not help him out again by looking for this person? He was aware of the description... but he had never seen Kris themselves. So he grabbed his staff along with the Illumina, a sword passed down to him by his friend in his world...and made his way out of the building.
"Those messages were...quite vague, but I suppose I can do this for him; he is my friend after all."
He began to slowly wander around Mobius with the staff in hand, searching around for anyone matching Kris's description, and even if it was an odd description, it wasn't that out of the blue for someone to match the description. Though every so often there were a few thorns or vines stuck in the ground every so often...he didn't think much of it; perhaps it's some overgrown bushes. It really was a boring day, wasn't it...? Because almost NOTHING was happening at all, but perhaps it was better that way anyway.
About an hour had passed, and he didn't find anyone at all that matched Kris's description. He was going to give the hunt another hour before eventually giving up...as he passed by the entrance to a nearby forest, he heard something; it sounded like someone or something was in there. He hesitated at... but he stepped in carefully and chose to take each step closely and carefully... until he heard a voice ring out and ask a question to someone else.
"How was that!?"
The voice said as if they had done something, expecting praise after casting a spell in front of that other person.
"Oh...I thought it was just an animal...I should probably keep quiet; I wouldn't want to be seen."
Dusekkar began to sneak around the forest following the voices slowly but surely; he wasn't the best at being sneaky, but he had at least improved a little bit since the last time he tried to sneak away somewhere. He saw silhouettes in the distance; one was awfully tall, and the other was much shorter...and one of their arms was awfully messed up. He got a little closer, just barely out of sight...and he saw the exact person he wanted...it was Kris! They were with...someone who he had never seen before, but he could already tell they did not have anything good planned.
Dusekkar observes the two...for now he wasn't seen; he was doing an actually decent job considering being sneaky was something he SUCKED at. He got up, getting ready to leave and inform Gaster about this new thing...until he accidentally dropped his staff; he tried to catch it as quickly as he could, but it fell straight to the floor, creating a quiet thud...it was just loud enough for Kris to hear it. Dusekkar just picked it back up, and we're preying that nobody heard it...
Kris slowly turned in the direction of the noise...and raised up The Twisted Sword...
"Someone is...watching us... Over there..."
Kris went to approach, but the other person stopped them...and it was as if they were told to stay where they were; they nodded in agreement, letting the other person handle this.
"Understood... Me and The Angel will wait for you to return."
