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Chapter 7 In the Nick of Time “Are you sure about this?” Booker asked, holding the glass-fronted helmet sceptically, “I’ve done a lot of crazy things in my time, but taking a walk in space is a new one.” The private investigator was standing in the Normandy’s forward airlock, already wearing a bulky spacesuit and magnetic boots. With him was the ship’s silver-haired medical officer, Karin Chakwas. “You’re the only person here who can do it,” Doctor Chakwas replied, taking the helmet and placing it over his head. “Are you kidding lady? Up until yesterday, I didn’t even know space travel was possible!” “And I didn’t know that different universes existed until yesterday. We’re all learning new things Mr. DeWitte.” She locked the helmet into place and there was a rush of air as the suit pressurised. Booker sighed. The ship’s computer had detected something moving around the ship’s hull. They had not been able to get any images of it, but they knew it needed to be removed before

DaisukiFox: Hey there everyone! It's finally time for another chapter and I hope you guys enjoy this! Spread the love for this story and keep those theories going because we know you're all observant! Also, I tried my best to reduce the amount of flashbacks and I'm sorry! In the next chapter I'm sure we're keeping it more in the moment. Thank you so much for your time and we hope this has you hyped for the epic showdown coming our way! Also! To those who think it's not okay to review to show your hype I just called it a 'natural' just to make it clear! We don't mind repeat reviews for chapters! The last chapter did amazingly well! We hope this one does well too! Dr Facer: Hello, everyone, I know it took a long time, but I hope the chapter makes up for it. This one's got a couple of interesting surprises and a hint of something important to come, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it. :) With a battle-hardened expression, the future King turned to the door he had come through. Now that

The next morning, Chewie came to visit Ben, but just as the guards were telling the Wookiee that he needed to stay away from the forcefield, he roared something rather unexpected at them which made Ben’s stomach flip. “What’s he saying?” one of the guards asked the others, only to be met with blank looks. “He’s saying you need to let him in the cell,” Ben said quietly. “What?” the guard exclaimed, perhaps thinking that Ben was lying, but then Chewie started nodding in an eager manner. “Sir,” said another guard, “we’re not going to allow this, are we?” One threatening growl from Chewie later, the Wookiee was allowed in the cell, though the guards reactivated the forcefield, shutting the two of them in together and keeping their blasters at the ready on the other side. “What’s going on?” Ben asked as Chewie sat next to him on the bunk, filling his nostrils with that thick, comforting Wookiee smell he remembered so well from his childhood. [You’re getting a chance to speak at

A few days after receiving the news of Gohan being carried away to permanently dwell in the Sacred World of the Kai’s, Chi-Chi, Goten, Videl, Piccolo, and all the rest of the Z team and friends finally got to see Gohan one last time. Supreme Kai and Kibito teleported them to the bedchamber where Gohan was now in his eternal slumber. Chi-Chi and Goten patted his forehead as they held back tears, while Videl blew the sleeping half-Saiyan a kiss when no one was looking. Piccolo gave a small smile, he had to admit that Gohan looked more peaceful than anyone had seen him in years. After everyone said their silent good-byes to the half-Saiyan, Supreme Kai and Kibito returned them to Earth, naturally. A few months passed, and some major changes took place. Chi-Chi and Goten moved into a small house next to Capsule Corp. Their home on Mount Paozu brought back too many painful memories, and now with both Goku and Gohan absent, the mother and son pair not only needed a fresh

Chapter 6 Newcomers and Old Friends Rapture, Bathysphere Station, April 1960 It had been four months since Andrew Ryan had released pheromones into Rapture’s air system and effectively won the war, but it had been a hollow victory. Those who had taken to splicing had become little more than slaves to Ryan’s will, ending any notion of his city’s goals of freedom. Meanwhile, many parts of the city had been wrecked or completely destroyed. As a result of all this, maintenance had all but ended, and Rapture was leaking worse and worse with every day that passed. Michael was painfully aware of this as he hurriedly tried to patch a broken pipe above his bunkbed. “Pass me a length of cloth would ya?” he said, holding a hand over the crack, trying to stem the flow of icy water. A second man nodded and handed him a long piece of grubby cloth from a toolbox. “Right,” Michael grunted, stuffing the greying cloth into the leak, “now pass that waterproof tape.” The other man handed

Previous Chapter Index CHAPTER 4: THE RED-HAIRED HUMAN Clay felt like the whole entire world was spinning upside down. He had no idea what was what anymore. The only thing that he was sure about was that he'd never see 'scavengers' the same way again. Yesterday, if it even was actually yesterday, had been by and far the worst day of his and his friends' lives. No, it wasn't even a contest. Not even close. First, yet another bad 'training session' with Kestrel trying to 'bring that little monster out of [him]'. Then he found out that Glory was supposed to be killed for being 'unworthy', and Tsunami got chained up to a pillar by their so-called 'guardians' (who, aside with Kestrel, also consisted Dune and Webs, and apparently Morrowseer also, and were more of 'jailers' if anything) to prevent her from interfering. Then, to try and prevent this, Clay and his friends hatched a plan to open their cave's other entrance so that they could escape...only to then run into Scarlet

A lonely woman in a white robe sat in a dark cell, illuminated only by one burning torch. It provided enough light to see her surroundings, but it still was pretty dark. All she realized was being locked in some kind of a dungeon, and her wrists handcuffed together in front, just below her waist. She had no idea how she got here, but none of that mattered anymore. All that bothered her now was the reason. Who brought her here and why? She could hear male and female voices in the distance, but what they spoke didn’t sound like talking. They were chanting. The spooky sound of it sent shivers down her spine. Those people definitely were members of some cult. Despite them being somewhere in the distance, she could still hear the words. She froze and listened. What they chanted sounded like some gibberish, a language that didn’t exist on Earth, and yet she somehow understood every word they said. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu

“Brainwashed . . . Brainwashed . . . You’re brainwashed . . .” The voice shouted in Gavin’s mind as he ran down the bright, sterile corridor, unsure where he was going, only knowing that he had to get away or the bad people would get him. “You’re brainwashed . . .” Up and down the branching hallways, the sharp smell of antiseptic clogging his nostrils, his heart ramming against his ribs. They were coming, they were almost here, he could feel it! “There you are!” The hands emerged from behind him, squeezing him around the torso to the point of pain and no matter how much he screamed and kicked, he couldn’t break himself free. They yanked him back, back, back . . . “You’re brainwashed . . .” Suddenly he was in a darkened room, the hands strapping him to a cold, hard table. “Don’t be afraid,” said a deep, hard, menacing voice. “It won’t hurt, and when it’s over, you’ll be happy.” A scream built up in Gavin’s throat, but his mouth couldn’t emit it. “You’ll be happy,” the

Thankfully, during breakfast, Melanie had calmed down. It helped to have food in her stomach. 505’s cooking never failed to make her smile at least a little. His pancakes and omelets were delicious. It was a relief on Flug’s shoulders. Melanie had cried so much that they had to wipe off her smudged makeup. But once they had sat down and she had taken her new pill, which was a stronger ADHD medicine mixed with an antidepressant, she began to calm down. On his end, Flug tried to tell the girl uplifting and happy things to keep her good mood going. It always worked on 505 and seemed to be working for Melanie so far, too. Finally, when Melanie had calmed down around the end of the meal, Flug decided to talk about the agenda. “So, Melanie, uh, you’re going to have to watch the videos when you finish eating, but once you get through it, you can do something of your choice,” said Flug. “Okay, I guess that won’t be so bad,” Melanie said, trying to sound optimistic. “Yeah, just

Sir Pentious groaned as he woke up on his bed. Blinking, he spotted his Egg Bois watching the TV in his room. Toulouse noticed his patron wake up, turned around, and said, “Hey, boss! Did you enjoy your nap?” "Ugh, I think I had a nightmare or something," Sir Pentious groaned as he massaged his temples. “"I feel like it was something embarrassing, like walking in public with your pants down." "Or having your deepest, darkest secret revealed to all of Hell?" The Snake Demon turned around and saw Delilah leaning on a wall, smirking at him. “Wait, how did you know tha-?” Sir Pentious began before eyes shot open when the memories finally flooded back to him. “Oh, no...” "Good evening! I'm Katie Killjoy!” a familiar voice rang from the TV. "And I'm Tom Trench! Today, we got something special for you folks!" Another familiar voice followed. Sir Pentious’s eyes darted towards the television, which was currently on Channel 666 news. "That's right, Tom. We recently got an online

"Hello and thank you members of Playtime Co.'s Resource Extraction Specialists Team for volunteering to help clean up our recent mess at one of our establishments that was totally a freak accident. And was not caused by us do to poor planning. We here at Fazbear Entertainment believe that this temporary partnership will be beneficial for both parties and could lead to further collaborations between the two companies. Depending on how much of a good job you do that is. Now to explain your task. Your job is to collect a set amount of Fazbear Entertainment items ranging from small trivial stuff like T-shirts to the much larger like Endoskeleton parts and place them in chutes in designated locations you can find around the Pizzaplex. The monitors on the chutes will track your progress and when you reach the quota for said item. The monitor will inform you of it. You are forbidden from taking any Fazbear Entertainment property with you outside the building and if you're caught with one.

FIVE YEARS LATER A single Walker shambled its way across a field of high grass. It was not headed in any specific direction, and took no interest whatsoever in the large piece of heavy machinery abandoned in the middle, motionless, rusting, and partway claimed by kudzu, and would have paid it no heed, but nature had finally taken its toll on the steel cables dangling the multi-ton weight of the wrecking ball, and according to Newtonian physics, something had to give. SPANG! went one of the cables as it snapped. The noise attracted the Walker’s attention, and it headed for the source of the sound, gargling and snarling and swinging its arm and a half at the iron ball ineffectually, unheeding of the chain reaction going on above its head. The single cable breaking put more weight on its likewise rusty neighbors, which were not up to the task in their age and deterioration. PING! TWANG! SHWIP! went more pieces of cable as they broke, only adding strain to the remaining, weakening