Lonelytale
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Wake up buried in snow, alone, and with no memories?
Check.Keep seeing numbers, words, and random text floating around every object and surface as far as the eye can see?
Also check.Why does every person he meets say he needs help?!
He’s perfectly fine, if you ask him.“I wonder what determination tastes like.”
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Note from the author:
This is my take on Fatal Error — a much more non-canon,[this isn’t even OOC, this is just straight-up a different person with the same name]
amnesiac version of him.
He’s also not fully canon-compliant in terms of power scaling and may even have a different origin and and backstory.It’s my reimagining of him with a completly diffrent story.
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He opens his door to find Damian Wayne standing there with two swords in both his hands, visibly fuming. This would probably be more intimidating if the squirt weren’t at eye level with the middle of his autopsy scar and dressed like a walking traffic light.
“Hello, Red Hood,” Damian grits out between his teeth.
“Sup, Robin,” Jason says. “I just got done making mujaddara. You want some?”
Damian stands still as a statue for exactly ten seconds, his grip on his swords knuckle-white. Then he very firmly nods.
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Or: Jason really wants to get revenge, on like, everyone, but he keeps postponing his plans because Damian Wayne insists on stalking him. Somehow, the angry chihuahua child worms his way into Jason’s undead heart. This is not a drill.
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All he wanted was some henchmen. Some followers to help spread negativity and misery around the multiverse. What he got was unhinged adults who he has to look after like children. And in the multiverse... there are a lot of threats to his
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“My ecto-o isn’t unsummoning.”
He kept his gaze firmly locked on the carpet, refusing to look the other God in the eye. The tentacle in his grasp curled around his radius and ulna, and he squeezed it.
There was an awful, crushing silence for a few moments, before his husband spoke: “…you don’t think..?”
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After their mating cycles lined up, the "evil" Gods of Destruction and Negativity find themselves in quite the predicament. They must figure out how to balance their dangerous work with the task of ensuring their baby's development is healthy. That, and they have to ensure the Council does not find out.
No matter what, Ink cannot find out.
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The whiteness greeted you as you woke up again. It felt almost suffocating, especially when the only other people with you didn't exactly look or act normal. You just wanted them to emote, even a little bit.
All you wanted was to not be alone but no. You were reborn as Ink after you died in a lonely ditch. Now you have to navigate the vast Multiverse with your knoweledge of your last life. As you get friends and foes alike, you notice that not everything you know is trustworthy. Especially when you're a little lost skeleton with questionable ability to feel.
After all, anything could happen in a place this big.