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It was a very very bad day for Flux. Every leader disagreed with his plan to unite Pandora and settled for some lazy ass defense pact.
They clearly didn't want to deal with their own nation's safety. Wait no, THEY DIDN'T EVEN FORM A DEFENSE PACT. They all agreed to send Yggdrasil aid while some of their own citizens are still homeless and stuck in the mines. The leadership is corrupted, power hungry, INCOMPETENT, anyone can see it, they should see it.
SitzKrieg did but he is drowning in his own infighting that he can barely do anything. And Ishs that Alkaline dude, Flux hated that guy from the depths of the nether. Jopheil you traitor.
He knows what is to come. His plan has fallen and it won't be long till 3bellow revoke his rights as vice president.
He thought back. Where did he go wrong? Should he have been more docile and went for a more gentler approach? Maybe he sounded too confident. Maybe the leaders feared his capabilities. Did they know? No, no way they knew. They even accused Flux of war mongering.
Flux let out a deep groan and sat on his desk in the vice president's office. He should savor it, it will be his last after all. He rested his head on his arms, leaning on the table, sick and tired of everything, they seriously didn't even consider his advice, when war breaks out they deserve to die.
He shook his head. No, no this isn't morally correct is it? Plus Luminara and all its citizens- including him would die before the rest even knew of a war.
There is just too much going on isn't it? He was too tired to think. He felt drowsy and decided to close his eyes and rest for a while. Clearly those sleepless nights spent preparing for the meeting was futile.
Fluixon fell asleep. That's odd?It's midday. He knows better than to sleep in such a predicament
But he would thank or curse every Ish that let him.
Memories of strange events unfolded. Ones that seem fake but are way too vivid to be just an illusion.
A vision of a foolish angel trusting the devil itself.
Of a Noble queen falling in the hands of who she trusts most.
Of a mad king driven by rage and vengeance for his lost comrades.
Of a sister inviting her own prosecutor with open arms.
Of a sister distant but was loving in ways all the same.
Of a sister smiling at him as she jumped to her death.
Such an odd dream.
No.
No this is real this has happened. He reached out to the falling figure. Remembering every event, every syllable, every failed attempt that led to this. Great Pandoras this is real.
"Fluixon!" A sister called his name, smiling with that dumb innocent grin one last time.
"Fluixon?”
That name repeated over and over again.
"Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon, Fluixon"
But then, there was a different voice.
"FLUX"
"FLUXION WAKE UP"
Everything around him shifts.
He woke up, violently. "CYNNIKA. Ha? wha? what? who?, cyn? Tom-" "it's me, 3bellowzero." A stern voice called out.
His vision started to clear. Why is it so blurry? He can see 3Bellow, he seems angry-as expected but- "what's with that look" he thought out loud before he even noticed.
"You were crying-" "wtf no??" "This shouldn't be how you talk to me after that little stunt you pulled off now should you?"
That pulled Flux out of his daze. He finally looked around. It was night time. Already? He felt the warm tears on his face and desk. Ishs that's pathetic. He's gonna think he cried because of the meeting.
He half hazardously got up but 3Bellow pushed him back onto the seat and stared down at him–pity evident on every crevice of his bald, tentacle infested face.
He thinks he's incharge. Ha! absolute nonsense. Flux gave him a smile, the very smile he wore in all the meetings in all the wars. The smile 3Bellow knows all too well to be fake.
He relaxed his posture, giving off a more 'know it all' presence.
"So Mr President? I suppose we both know why you're here. I promise you I-" " I've" 3Bellow cut him off, stretching that word like a war deceleration. "had enough of your schemes Fluixon. This is the first and will be the last ever time you go against my will and luminara's." His brows furrowed deeper-expecting a quip or at least some sort of retort, but he got none.
Fluixon stayed silent, all the time, while looking like the floor held every answer in the world –An image that made 3bellow's skin crawl.
He is spacing out again.
"Fluixon, I think it's time you take a break, you have put us" 3bellow clasped his palms and sighed–trying to keep a steady voice despite the over looming dread he felt in the room."In a terrible, terrible position. You should, take this time to" he paused, letting the weight of his words fall, "repent, on your actions.”
3Bellow pulled away, giving Flux space. Ish he looks terrible. “You’ve been a great aid Flux.” He looked out of the window. The setting sun painted the city of light in amber, its rays shone through the cherry blossoms and into the window–it was a beautiful sight, one that Flux rarely observes. He did HE DID he did it so often why did you think he risked it all an-
With a final resolve, the judge hammered his verdict “I hereby revoke your position as vice president of luminara and exile you from going near ANY political meetings ever again.” The cogs of fate twists once again but-
"Sure," Flux replied. Deadpan, eyes still out of focus–as if he was not just told to give up everything he had worked for.
"I don't ever-" 3Bellow's arms stiffened–this is what he feared.
"pardon?"
"I said sure, I'm sick of paper work anyways. You handle luminara well without me won't you." Flux grinned. That made 3bellow even more uneasy.
"Flux." 3Bellow chuckled. "What are you planning-" "It's Fluixon to you, Mr President." He rolled his eyes, making the fact that he is no longer an ally of Luminara very apparent to 3Bellow. At least he isn't looking half dead anymore.
"Oh playing the hard to get game huh? Do you want me to exile you from Luminara aswell?" Flux finally dropped his smile and went silent.
He seemed to be taking this more seriously now.
"I seriously don't know what goes on in that thick skull of yours. One minute you are desperate to get to Yggdrasil, the next you want to tear down the bridge. Now you just give up." He paused and put a hand on Flux's shoulder.
"Flux, what is going on?" He asked–with a gentler voice this time, as if trying to calm down a child throwing a tantrum.
No response.
He looks at 3Bellow blankly but his mind is everywhere but in the room.
Flux is still trying to sort all the information in his head, from the failed assassinations to the war that broke out, to the sister he inconsequentially killed, to the friends he betrayed.
"Look." 3Bellow turned to him " I know things have been very... bumpy between us. There's quite a lot of misunderstandings and many more to mend-" "There is none, I have my answer now." Flux said frankly, leaning back on the chair.
"You always think you have all the answers but Flux there are many, many ways one can be in the right and still be wrong. "
3Bellow walked across the room and stared at the window stool. On it sat a framed photo of him and flux as children–unaware, fleeting, and mocking.
"I know I may have been hard on you these days with all that's going on and your" 3bellow grimaced "opinions-" "Wow, I can't believe you even remembered th-" "You're acting like a spoiled brat, don't interrupt me.", 3bellow exclaimed.
"Flux--iion. Listen to me for once and take a break ok? I'm trying to be as nice as I can be to you right now, despite your grievances. You are like a son or-"
Flux jolted up from his seat. "Ha! like a son my ass we've known each other for 9 years and all my words fall on death ears." You disappeared for 5 years leaving him alone in an unfamiliar land. How dare you clai-
Fluixon walked towards 3Bellow. "You never listen to me! You always do what you want."
He poked his accusing finger against 3Bellow's fine tailored suit. "All you care about is leaving a legacy."
Flux followed 3Bellow's eyes to see the same picture. A sort of resolve flickered in his eyes but died just as fast.
"At least do it correctly instead of making me pick up all the trash." His voice was harsh, made harsher by truth.
"That's your job as second in command." "That so-called second in command was not informed that all his work laying out housing plans were futile. You call me incomprehensible but you yourself is more stubborn and unwilling than anyone alive."
Fluixon looked at 3bellow, already wanting to run out of this room. All he can see is those dead lifeless eyes of a head that sat on his table.
"You can't make a peaceful nation without order, you can't make promises that you will never uphold."
He let out a sigh."Ish why do I even try, why do I even care about this country anyways literally everyone hates me." His voice choked up at the end. Damnit he sounds pathetic. "Flux..." 3bellow felt sympathetic. Oh 3 you are too kind for your own good.
They both are in the wrong after all. None of them bothered to have a proper conversation. Both assumed that one understood what the other meant. People aren't mind readers suprise suprise.
"Probably even more now that my words in the meeting are twisted in the worst possible way!"
The mention of that meeting made 3bellow's anger rise again. "Maybe if you had acted more like a lawful upright leader instead of this 'up to no good scheming child' people would actually respect you more." "Scheming child? Is that all you se- A" Loud bang rang out.
A sound of metal against stone, stone against wood. Items and books fell off their counters.
Flux, in a fit of rage, accidentally hit his hand on the stone table. His metal hand, that damned hand.-
It started to malfunction, redstone seeping out, fingers twitching in horrifying ways. 3Bellow rushed forward attempting to help. "DON'T come closer." Fluixon shouted.
So 3bellow listened, finally.
Fluixon pulled the hand off from his elbow, clearly in pain. This is the worst day of his life, he thought. He is done with this island.
"Have a great day Mr President." Flux packaged his arm in wool.
"You too Fluixon." "Forget my existence."
"How could I ever?" 3bellow replied softly. Flux probably didn't hear it.
Flux left the room leaving a half broken man and a fully broken picture frame.
His trip to the beach was not pleasant.
Those cursed memories haunt him like phantoms waiting for an unsuspecting prey. In the corner of his eyes he can see glimpses of a different beach, scattered and littered with planks, stone, boats and craters. Even the sun mocks him, blinding him as he walks–threatening him with fall.
Echos of the near future screamed in every wake, blaming him for every demise.
He doesn't want to deal with this anymore.
In the end none of his plans are needed.
In the end no one needed him.
In the end there was no war in the first place.
In the end he caused the war, he did all this, he is to blame.
In the end he is just like his ish forsaken father.
"Aren't we cutting in the middle of the story?"
"Do you wish to see the past?"
"Hm. Not yet. Maybe after two more."