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Tommy jolted awake, gasping for air as it felt as if his lungs were on fire.
After taking some deep breaths he blinked, the feeling went away as soon as he regained full consciousness. He quickly looked over himself, there were no scars, no anything that would indicate he was ever hurt.
Letting out a relieved sigh, he laid down, a small mist of dust appeared as his body hit the sandy ground.
Tommy's eyes soon widen, he finally realized he had no idea where he is. He quickly sat up and started to look around.
There was nothing but dust and sand and maybe some random cacti in the nearest area. He furrowed his brows, slowly getting up and dusting himself off, even if just a little bit.
Oh well, it's walking time then, he had no intention of staying...wherever he was. Something in the back of his mind was screaming at how dangerous the night is and how he needed to find a hiding spot or something to protect himself, fast.
As the sun set for the first time, he only had a stick and dirt all over him. It wasn't that bad, he didn't mind the dust and dirt and sand, but he was paranoid about something scary jumping at him any second.
He did not get any sleep that night.
He walked all night and all of the following day. As the sun set down for the second time since he gained conscious, he was already extremely tired, the desert's climate getting to him with hot days and cold nights, no water or food at his access.
Despite all odds, he continued walking for a few more days.
A night after he lost count of how many sunsets he had seen till that point in his journey, he passed out.
He found himself in the Void.
Panic quickly took over him, Tommy couldn't understand why the pitch blackness scared him so bad, it's not like he was afraid of the dark. Danger possibly hiding in it? Maybe. But the dark itself? That was just stupid.
And he knew for a fact there wasn't anything in there.
Not anything dangerous at least.
"TommyInnit" The teen's panic attack was cut short by a booming voice. It was quite funny really, he didn't even realize he had forgotten his own name until this point.
Tommy slowly turned around, and holy fuck his jaw dropped.
Before him were four figures. Well, three and a half.
The figure in the middle was the shortest of them all, being dressed in a green hoodie, black sweatpants and snickers. They had a smiling mask over their face, it was nicely matching their white shoulder-length hair.
The figure to the right was an anthropomorphic pig, dressed in fancy clothing with various golden jewelry and a long red cape on their back, their hair was pink, made in a long braid that was almost touching the nonexistent ground. Tommy also noticed their eyes had a bloody red color, he had a hard time deciding whether they were the most badass feature about this figure or the ominously glowing axe in its hand.
On the left there was a woman, sitting with legs crossed as she was much bigger than any normal human being. She had a black and purple dress that looked just as expensive as the Pig's clothes, she also had an almost witch-like hat with a black see-through veil that covered her face. Her dark hair was longer then the first figure's, but not as long at the second's. If it wasn't for her size, she would look like the only normal one there.
Sure, the first figure only had a mask on, but it gave him all kinds of red flags that he couldn't understand.
The fourth figure beat all of them though. It was a gigantic entity, there was no other way to call this thing. Tommy had to tilt his bead back to even see this Thing's face. Well, whatever was supposed to represent it. It had a lavender robe covering most of its body, it looked like it had no hands and the face was... just a blank plate. At least it wasn't as unnerving as the smiling mask.
"Ugh, you stink" The short figure grunted, placing a hand over their mask where the nose should be and waving their other hand in front of the mask.
Tommy furrowed his brows. "Excuse you!?"
The woman giggled while the Pig huffed. "I agree with Drista, he should take a bath. And a long one at that"
Oh, the audacity!
"It's no time to fool around" The Big Entity said in a stern tone before any words could leave Tommy's mouth, and he was already more than halfway to start an amazing swearing storm that would embarrass any sailor. "Tommy, I am Prime, a God you once worshipped. As a thank you for your loyalty, I've decided to give you my Blessings, you may recognize them from your past" Tommy looked down, eyeing the three figures with curiosity before looking back up. "As long as you show respect for every one of them respectively, they will help you on your new adventure"
To say Tommy was confused would be an understatement, his only reaction was looking down at the three, mouth slightly a gap.
The shortest figure - Drista, as the Pig Man called them - snort, "He's such a dork!"
The anthropomorphic pig rolled his eyes with another huff. "Tommy," The teen's eyes slowly drifted to look directly at him. "As The Blood God I can give you extreme strength, invincibility and unbeatable combat skills. However, I require blood in exchange, so only call for my help once you find yourself with no other option" Slowly processing everything that was said, Tommy nodded. Why did the Blood God ring a bell?
"Ohhhh, so we're doing a whole introduction? Hi then!" Drista waved wildly at him, now starting to levitate in a light green mist. "I'm Drista, the God of Chaos. Or the God of Mischief. Call me whatever ya wanna! Anyway, as my name suggests, I just want you to cause some chaos, as much as you can!"
"Within reason" The big woman added.
Tommy could somehow sense how Drista's eye rolled at that. "Yeah, yeah. So basically, I'm going to lend you part of my powers when you wake up. It can go rouge, especially for a noob like you, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it! ...Eventually…"
Tommy narrowed his eyes at them. Sure, he was up for some trouble causing, but having a power he couldn't understand wasn't one of his dreams. At least not at the moment.
And why did he already have an idea of what the powers are like when they never told him?
"Come closer, sunshine" The big woman said softly, placing a hand at the ground level. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted him to do, though even if it did, Tommy would get it either way. He walked closer, stopping to look at the woman once he was right in front of her hand, she smiled warmly at him. He took a breath and stepped onto her palm, she slowly raised it up so that they were face to face. "I am Kristen, Goddess of Death, you can also call me the Death Lady or Lady of Death. I don't ask anything of you except to follow your heart. Do what you feel is right, even if it means breaking some laws" Kristen chuckled and spared a quick glance at Drista. "You can call me if you ever need any form of support or guidance. I also have a gift for you" After saying that, she leaned closer and kissed his forehead, Tommy had no idea how to react.
Getting any form of kisses felt weird, and having one from Kristen was making him feel both safe and scared, she was a big woman after all!
But he didn't have time to contemplate that as he felt something grown on his back. In even more panic, he turned his head around, his eyes widen.
There was a pair of black wings coming from his back.
It didn't hurt, but it felt so real. He reached a hand to touch them. Holy shit they were so soft.
"You are now my Angel of Death, I will be watching over you. Well, we all will, but you'll only meet with me at the end" Tommy turned to look at her with a raised brow, his hand still going up and down his black, fluffy feathers. "Don't worry, the end is just the new beginning, especially for my Angels. It may take some time to control them, but I can teach you when we meet in your dreams" The last line was obviously about Tommy's new wings, the same one that go along with the title of an Angel of Death, and the same one he recognized in some way. But he was sure he never had wings before, so why were the so familiar?
"I– T-thank you" He stuttered out, when did his throat got so dry?
"I'm afraid it's time to say goodbye for now, TommyInnit" Prime spoke up again, not only did it look unnatural, it also sounded weird. Its voice was echoey, only more proof it wasn't human nor human alike. Death Lady lowered her hand down so that the teen could get off, he backed away slightly. "Remember to respect my Blessings and continue to be a loyal servant, for I am just towards my subjects, and I can take, just as well as I can give" The last part sounded very, very threatening, making Tommy swallow in fear. What if he accidentally broke the rules? What even were the rules!? He didn't remember any of them! He didn't even know he was religious until he passed out from exhaustion not so long ago!
Or was it long ago...?
"Fear not, TommyInnit" The teen most definitely got even more scared. "I'm sure Chat will help you with that"
"Chat?"
"Lonely souls that are combined into one being due to interest in one of my followers' progress. They can take different forms and different names, they're guides driven by the need to help their host. It seems like your Chat was lost in the Incident, but I'm sure you can summon them back with the help of my Blessings"
This explanation only had Tommy more confused, too many things happened at once. He never dared to reveal his lack of bigger understanding in fear of what may happen. Though, if the thing he was talking to was really a God, then wouldn't it already know...?
Ugh, it's so confusing!
Prime hummed. "It's time to wake up, TommyInnit"
Tommy slowly opened his eyes.
The sky was light orange, the sun was slowly rising up. Surprisingly, he wasn't as cold as he normal was at this time of the day, it fact he felt something soft around his curled up body, warping him like a blanket. Tommy, in his half asleep state, brushed his hand on the warm, soft thing. He felt something weirdly similar to feathers.
His eyes widen and his whole body stiffened, he slowly looked down. Sure enough, a pair of black-feathered wings was wrapped around his torso, keeping him nice and warm.
It was almost like if the Lady of Death was hugging him.
It took a couple of seconds for him to realize his dream was actually real and not something created by his exhausted and dehydrated brain.
It was a loooot to take in first thing in the morning.
Starting from that day on, Tommy's life became both easier and more chaotic.
Kristen visited him in his dreams every night until he learned how to fly. He may or may not called her Mumza for some reason he didn't understand. The woman wasn't bothered though, quite the opposite actually, she smiled more bright then before, saying he can call her Mumza if he wants to.
In the day, he walked and tried testing Drista's powers. It was bad. Only a few times the things he wanted to happen happened, in nine out of ten instances the power didn't listen to him and either did the thing in its own, twisted way or did the complete opposite.
A few days after his first meeting with the Gods (Blessings?), he finally stumbled across some inhabited area. It was a city, just as chaotic as his new gained powers. He quickly figure it would be the best place to stay. Thankfully the city was full of other weirdos so he didn't need to hide his wings, and nobody questioned him on them.
As he now knew where his new home will be, he decided to finally ask the Blessings how he should look for his Chat, who- or whatever they were. Not really knowing how to communicate with them, he did the only reasonable thing - found a quiet place, kneeled down, closed his eyes, connected his hands together and made up a prayer.
It wasn't the best, he was quite new to this after all. He had no recollection of any actual prayers so he had to improvise.
And improvise he did.
He ended with 'Amen' and waited with closed eyes, not changing his position one bit. Slowly the faint noises around him were replaced with silence, the darkness behind him eyelids turning into the pitch black Void and showing Drista in all their glory. The God giggled, "Already need assistance?"
Tommy furrowed his brows. 'That's your job, isn't it?'
"Touché. Well, hate to break it to ya, but brining back your Chat ain't that easy, Innit. Chet had an actual body, once a Chat gets one they're bound to it. In other words, the only way to bring them back is getting them a new vessel, similar to the one they used to have"
'Chet?' Tommy refrained the urge to facepalm. Prime, did his Chat really took this as their name of all things? 'So what do I do?'
"Honestly, I don't think you can do much. They were an android-like thingy with a TV doing as their head. And you're not the greatest when it comes to tech..."
'No that I could do anything either way since I don't remember anything'
"Also that. I guess the only way to bring them back it to ask someone for help, but nobody would build you a robot for free"
Tommy let out a groan. 'This is it then. I don't even have money for a flat, let along complicated android shit!'
Just as the teen was about to open his eyes or even much an inch, Drista stopped him, "There is a way. You just need to get the money"
'And how would I do that, smartass?'
"There is a market in this city, a lot of people found themselves in a similar situation after the Incident and now they need to make money just like you. They're selling stuff, you can too"
'I don't have anything!!'
"You can sell potions"
Tommy opened his eyes in surprise. Selling potions?
Why did this ring a bell?
Not only this, he almost immediately figured this would work. He was yet to find out how, but he knew it would.
And so, Tommy got up and quickly started to gather materials he needed.
How the fuck did he knew what he needed?
At first his potion business was highly illegal, all of the materials were stolen after all, but as more people started to buy the potions, the more he was able to afford. A month later he was fully clean, the bottles, the ingredients, it was all his.
He didn't have to worry about anyone telling him to shut the business down.
At least he fucking hope so.
It took some time to be able to afford a place, he was quite picky, but all Blessings agreed he deserved what's best.
It took ten times that for him to find and be able to afford for someone to take on the challenge of putting Chet back together. Tommy found only one person willing to listen to his weird request.
One day when he was having a break from selling and making potions, having drank one himself (he may or may not become a little addicted to drinking Invis), he walked down the streets and noticed there was a race happening. Still being invisible, he asked around about it, he smiled widely as the random stranger he scared by accident explained all the racers made their own mechs.
The blond teen, with a weirdly white streak in his hair, waited for the race to end so he could ask for help with his...friend? How should he even consider them?
Most of the racers either didn't want to help at all or had weird ideas of how the pay should look like, some came up with the own, alternative ways to pay which creeped Tommy off.
Then, as all hope seem to be lost, he got to talk to two teenagers a little younger then him - Arin and Sora. The two friends, being in a desperate need of money, quickly agreed to help him out. For the next few months, all three of them were buying part, or stealing them if they turned out to be out of Tommy's budget, and hanging out while Sora was putting everything together.
And that's how he found new friends, even if he wasn't looking for them.