Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Oh. My dreams really were prophetic.

Thats what [REDACTED] thinks, as she lays on the road, watching her house, with her family, burn down to the ground.

Fuck… oh god-

SCREECH-

[REDACTED] feels something run her over.

Maybe she shouldn’t have sat down in the middle of the road.

                                                               ______________________________________

[Redacted]

She opens her eyes(nononnnononoo- she shouldn’t be able to do that.) and sees….. nothing. Pure emptiness.

Suddenly, a calm staticky voice speaks to her.

“Hello… young one.” Oh FUCK, is that god?? Are they gonna kill her for not believing in them enough??

‘What? Who is that? Is that fucking god-‘

“No, no, Im not god, child. Do not fret.” It… read her mind. OH FUCK.

‘…’

“…”

Awkward silence. Geez, this is just boring.

‘Am I… really dead?’

“… unfortunately.”

‘What about my family though? What about[CENSORED]?! What about all of my friends..?’ She subconsciously fidgets with the hair-tie on her wrist, even though she cant see anything in this pitch black void. It grounds her, just as always.

“… you need not worry about that, fledgeling, as it will be explained to you in due time.”

‘… is it only me here?’

“No, gladly. Your sibling will accompany you.”

‘Which one, I have three. Hopefully it’s not him…’ [Redacted] scoffs, remembering her asshat of a brother.

“The younger one, the one you are closest to.”

‘[CENSORED]? Oh… wait, didn’t the others also die in the fire? Why is it just me and them?’

“Ah, Im not talking about death here.”

‘What.’

“You do remember that… fan fiction was it? Yes, that fan fiction you were reading, where a girl named Ollie gets isekaied to a game called phighting?”

She gets an intrusive thought.

‘… is this a fucking fan fiction?’

The silence is unbearable.

“… I did not expect you to get that so quickly.”

‘WAIT I’M IN AN ACTUAL FUCKING FANFIC?? WHO’S WRITING IT?!’ She screams, angry at the thought of someone being the cause of all her suffering. Huh, is this what her ocs feel about her? How hypocritical of her, then-

“You. You, my child, are the one writing this.”

‘… Oh. Oh. I get it now.’ The being hums in response.

‘Aren’t you gonna ask what i wish for?’

“No, I already know what you want. I… added some extras just to make sure you and your sibling don’t die in this new world.”

‘… thanks.’

“… are you ready?” A hand hesitantly reaches out to her, a blinding white with sharp black colored nails. She takes it.

‘I guess.’

“Let’s go, then.”

Suddenly, she feels herself getting stretched through reality. is this what getting sucked into a black hole is like- AAAAAHHHHHH-

                                                               ______________________________________

[ Redacted A Writer’s Ballad]

[Redacted]- no, Ballad wakes up on a bed in an apartment that definitely isn’t hers.

shes awakeeee!!!!!

HI

HELLO

HI THERE

wakey wakey eggs and bakey my dude

Good morning!!

Its evening you idiot

shtu up

shtu

shtu

shtu

STOP

…. what. Does. Does she have fucking voices in her head?

Apologies, fledgeling, as I could not keep you safe with out them being here.

“Wait- why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing your ‘godly duties’ or something?”

Again, I am not a god- and my name is [EXPURGATED]. I am simply here to guard you, child.

“Well, that’s reassuring at least. Where’s [CENSORED] though? And what’s with these voices??”

Ah, your sibling is unfortunately not here, but you will meet them, just wait a bit. These voices, like I said earlier, are here because I couldn’t protect you without a price. They are the embodiments of your thoughts, your brain even, including the intrusive ones.

Ballad scratches her fingers, the phantom sensation of her hair tie being there but not there enough to ground her makes her anxious. ‘Are there any bracelets around here?’

“… oh. I should get going then, anything else i should know?”

Yes, there is a jewelry box hidden in a secret compartment in your closet. Open it up and take the necklace with a moon on it, and put it in your pocket. You’ll need it for later.

GET FOOD TOO IM HUNGRRYYYY GRRRRHHHJWAUAJR

You aren’t you when you’re hungry

Have a snickers.

LMFAO

High five bro!!

But we’re literally the same person…. And we don’t even have real bodies…

Spiritual high five!!

he;l yeagh

yeagh

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT THAT PHRASE MEANS BITCH

HA, YOU’RE INSULTING YOURSELF

FUCK YOU

wow we really do hate ourselves!!!

Slash silly!!!

“… you guys are weird, but you’re me so that makes sense I guess.” Ballad sits up, and spots a mirror. She approaches it, observing her reflection. Shes bald(not again… at least she doesn’t remember last time- ) and white(just like the ‘mericans… sob…), but her face has purple markings resembling crescent moons on her upper right eyelid and lower left eyelid(reminds her of that saying “As above, so below.”. Huh.). She also has an eight pointed star marking on her forehead, which is colored a pastel purple.

Her horns are reminiscent of her old character Dani, purple down turned horns with a yellow stripe in the middle(For Dani, it was supposed to be a gold accessory, but oh well.). Theres a bluish lavender bandana covering her neck, reminding her of her other oc L-1 who created and wore a lime green bandana around his neck to pay homage to his creator and best friend Dave, and as a portable charger. She dons a short sleeved jacket with pockets in the middle, colored a vibrant purple with the pockets being a mix of cyan and blue(She was never good with the names of colors to be honest, never really mattered.).

She has a white shirt, with long black baggy pants obscuring most of her black boots. Her hands have fingerless glove, bracelet-less because there wasn’t any around(Maybe the jewelry box [EXPURGATED] told me to fing has one!).

“Huh. That’s a lotta purple, but ill let it slide since i love purple.”

PURPLEEEE

ourple

Purpur blocks from minecraft!!!!!

What would it taste like chat

Ur chat too yknow

I think it would taste like grapes

but we HATE grapes

My bad:(

>:(

You are not forgiven

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I think….. it would taste like orange flavored menthol candy

Eh, thats for the color orange not purple

Bruh;-;

Purple tastes so good, you cant describe the taste chat

But we can describe the taste of suffering?

YEAH IT TASTES LIKE PLASTIC

forgot we ate plastic-

SHHHHHHHH SHUT UP

And copper!!!!

You mean blood

Same thing, our mouth randomly tastes like that sometimes anywayz

“I agree chat, purple too good to be described… we should probably go get the jewelry box [EXPURGATED] told me to find and open up.”

Boooo IM HUNGRYYY

We forgor

yah!!!

Damn us and our shitty memory

Can we listen to mussiicccc

YEAHH

I NEED MUSIC TO FUNCTION PLEASEE

CAN WE GET BACK ON TRACK, THIS IS IMPORTANT GUYS.

:(

FINEE

“Yeah chat we need to focus, no more getting distracted!” Ballad opens the closet, revealing several clothes(Which all looked pretty to be honest, she may be insecure but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like being fashionable.), but no jewelry box. W hat did [EXPURGATED] say again…? Oh yeah, it’s in a secret compartment!

She rummages through the clothes, finding a latch near the bottom right corner. She opens it up, and inside is the jewelry box and a letter. She takes both, and walks back to the bed to sit down.

“Should i read the letter or open the box first? Chat, which one?”

BOX

BOX

THE LETTER

NECKLACEEEEE

LETTER OPEN IT

WHAT THEY SAID

WHOS THEY

OPEN THE BOX PLEASEEE

IDK VRO

Ballad sighs, opening the letter after noticing the “OPEN THIS FIRST” written on it. She reads it.

“Dear [REDACTED],

Apologies for staying for such little time, as i had matters to attend to. I trust that you don’t get yourself into trouble, or die again, considering the condition of your mental health. I worry for you, since you are under my care along with your sibling.

On the topic of them, I can assure you that [CENSORED] is safe and unharmed. After you are done, go to the living room and take the phone sitting on the table. It works like Ollie’s laptop, but you can interact with the human world, but you cannot tell them of your predicament lest you be cursed. It can transform to any device you wish it to be, but be careful because it has a cooldown. Read the Phighting wiki, and after you’re done head to Slingshot’s Cafe.

Please, try to survive and act normal. There are more things i haven’t mentioned in this letter that will be explained once you reunite with your sibling, but until then, stay strong.

Best regards,

[EXPURGATED].”

… Huh. Well, thats another fetch quest. This is boring… now, time for the jewelry box! She opens it, revealing…… several empty compartments. What. It’s not here? How? Did [EXPURGATED] lie to her?

NOOOOOOO

nuh uh

GO PUSH THAT COMPARTMENT THINGAMAJIG ON THE TOP LEFT

THE REALLY BIG ONE

Alright then. She does as she’s told, which unlocks a secret mechanism(seriously??? For a jewelry box???) that slides the fake bottom panel of the nook to the left, unveiling a a beautiful gold necklace, with a crescent moon charm dangling from it. She doesn’t wear it, not yet, and stores it in the pocket of her jacket as [EXPURGATED] instructed her.

She tries to open the other compartments, but none of them even budge.

it’s not time yet brooo

YEAH

you need to wait!!!

Patience is a virtue

Good things come to those who wait… ♪

PROVERBS MUTTERED BY UTTER FOOLS ILL DO ANYTHING IT TAKKEEESSSSS-

SHUT UP

This isn’t the last you’ll see of me…

“Okay then I guess, I’ll go get the phone now.” Ballad closes the jewelry box, and seals the letter inside the envelope. She puts them back in the hidden nook of the closet, and leaves the bed room.

Chapter Text

So uhm. I haven’t updated this in a while. Sorry about that. I’m going to be rewriting this fic, due to me being unhappy about some parts, and I’m going to try and make it more entertaining to read because. Why not. 
BUT I’m literally going through burn out right now and… I’m very sleepy!!!

(Random tidbit: I kept thinking about how i shouldn’t be too overpowered because that feels egotistical of me and then I remember. It’s not egotistical. I write for fun. Who cares if I’m a little Mary Sue ish. There’s nothing wrong about that. I DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT>:D

Also I won’t be using my real name, only a nickname, which is Mimi!)