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Full-Dive (A Gameoverse Fanfic)
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Lucian volunteered to become the first person to test a revolutionary full-dive virtual reality system. What was supposed to be a groundbreaking experiment quickly turned into an endless nightmare.

Trapped in a world of rolling green hills beneath an unmoving sun, Lucian has no way to log out, no one to contact, and nothing to keep himself alive. As the days pass, hunger and thirst consume him, and a horrifying possibility begins to take shape: perhaps the experiment never transferred his consciousness at all. Perhaps he's nothing more than a copy, abandoned in a world nobody knows he's trapped in.

But his solitude is suddenly shattered when a strange spaceship crashes into his world.

Fleeing the death of Flappers' world and the destructive forces of Syntax, Kit and her unlikely crew find themselves stranded in a seemingly empty game, pursued by two relentless mechanical enemies. Their arrival offers Lucian something he had nearly given up on: a chance to escape.

Author's note: Comments are appreciated, can be a simple thank you or a scene you enjoyed. It lets me know that people are reading.
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Flappers' Greatest Plan
(Author's Note: So this is something non-canonical I wrote while working on the second chapter. Enjoy)


"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Kaboodle shouted against Flappers, "We barely held our ground against only two members both times. DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT ALL OF THEM AT ONCE?"

"Do not worry Kaboodle. I made a plan!" Flappers announced.

"Wait, what?"

Flappers brought out the plan. It was on a piece of the broken hatch.

***

The Syntax Mothership loomed over the planet like it was a giant shadow that loomed over the planet. Greenery died in the darkness of the Syntax Mothership.

"Flappers, what is that scary thing?" Lucian said. His small body ducked and hid behind Flappers.

"No worries kid. I'll protect you." Flappers declared.


***

"Wait…" Kaboodle paused, "Did you make him… A CHILD?"

Gobbles examined the plan, "Why does he have a crown?"

"Simple, he's a prince!"

Everyone looked back inside at Lucian. Still staring at his food, stomach still filled with anxiety.

"Can I help you?" Lucian asked.

"It's nothing." Kit said, "We're just discussing how to help-"

"We're planning to protect you!" Flappers announced. "We're going to make synt-"

"HEY, PRIVATE DISCUSSION." Kaboodle interrupted, "Go back and… stare at your food or whatever."

Lucian cocked his head, "…okay."

And decided to stare at his food intensely.

"Just continue, Flappers." Kaboodle said.

***

The Syntax invasion fleet arrived in droves. Little robotic skeletons known as Floaties according to what Kit said to Flappers surrounded the duo.

One tried to get closer. Flappers immediately tossed it back. Five more floaties were killed in the toss. The gap quickly filled in.

Flappers looked up. A giant metal disc that gleamed villainously descended from the mothership and floated above them.

The leaders of Syntax: Mr and Mrs Paper.


***

"Mr and Mrs Paper… Mr and Mrs Paper… leaders of Syntax." Kaboodle repeated, "Just what- th- wha-. Kit, just say it."

"They're not the leaders, Flappers." Kit explained, "They're the second and third in command."

"Who the hell brings their officers into the frontline?"

"Lucian?" She shouted, shocked.

"Why are you here? This is a private conversation!" Kaboodle said.

"What, I kept on hearing the plan, and wanted to see it." He looked closer, "Oh, I have a crown… King?"

"Prince." Flappers corrected.

"Prince of Bliss… Interesting."

"Bliss?" Gobbles asked.

"It's just a famous photo from home. It looks like this place. Anyway, damn I'm a child."

***

"Surrender the hero, Flappers." Said Mr. Paper.

Lucian held onto Flappers tighter.

"YOU WILL NOT DESTROY HIS HOME." Flappers announced.

"Oh well," Mrs. Paper sighed, "GET THEM."

The Floaties charged.


***

"Why does it end there?" Gobbles asked.

"I was hoping you would have an idea."

Kaboodle paused, before immediately trying to kill his own voice box with grabbled noises.

"Well…" Kit started thinking.

"Hey Flappers, can you spin?" Lucian asked.

Flappers then spun like a tornado.

"Oh my… I have an idea." Lucian grinned, "Give me a marker."

"NO-"

***

They were surrounded, but they were surrounded everywhere.

Lucian grabbed onto Flappers, and Flappers spun. He spun hard.

The floaties went into a whirlwind, breaking down back to metallic components.

"Attack, Mr. Dolphin!" Lucian shouted, unable to get dizzy.

Flappers moved quickly, smashing into hordes of floaties, the wind in Flappers' arms metallic.

He stopped.

The hills now festered with metal and the remaining floaties scattered far away from the duo.

Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs. Paper were having tea on the flying disc.

"Oh, look at that. They survived." Mrs. Paper noted.


***

"Yeah, I'm fairly sure Syntax doesn't have that many floaties." Kit stated.

"You can't get dizzy?" Flappers asked.

"Yep, required for what I'm able to do. I can show you." Lucian looked at Kaboodle, "But, that'll be another time."

"Their names are Fold and Miss Information." Kaboodle stated, "And also, they have more members than these robots!"

"I'll take that criticism to heart, Kaboodle. Gobbles, you want to help?" Lucian asked, "No? Don't know what to add? I can handle it."

***

"Well, phase one is complete." Mrs. Paper said, "But, we were preparing for phase two. The scouts have been very motivated for a rematch."

A sardonic laughter emerged from beyond the hills.

"The repairs cost oh so much, but isn't tea and a show quite a worthwhile expense, Dear?"

"Oh, quite so." Mr. Paper responded, still sipping his tea.

Malice and Mayhem leaped up the hill, ready for a rematch.


***

"Mr. Paper doesn't sound like that." Flappers said.

"They're not called Mr and Mrs Paper!" Kaboodle explained once again.

"Lucian, why did you make them so…"

"Regal, Kit?" Lucian said.

"Yeah."

"It just fits. Anyway, I need to continue Flappers' Greatest Plan."

"Syntax didn't make them." Kit added in futility.

***

Malice struck with fury, her arms firing at the ground like a machine gun.. Flappers dodged rapidly, a hit gazing him by his side.

Mayhem charged in after like a train. Flappers grabbed him with all his might, the grass tumbling into dirt.

More laughter.

Malice struck, digging deep into Flappers arm. Prepared to fillet him like a fish. She dug deeper.

And was shot off by Kit.


***

"Oh, I appear now?" Kit asked.

"I didn't know how to get Malice off of Flappers." Lucian brought out his revolver, "I could have him shoot her, but kids aren't allowed guns."

"You're not a kid!" Kaboodle shouted.

"But, I'm a child there."

"Isn't this supposed to be a plan, not a story?" Gobbles asked.

***

Malice, enraged by Kit's actions, swung at her. Mowing down floaties in the collateral.

She shot the revolver at Malice's hands, sliding down after every swing Malice made.


***

"I have an arm cannon." She swapped to her western outfit. Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, with a red caplet. A revolver was attached to her right arm.

"Guess cloth switching is also convenient here." Lucian muttered, "Oh, well."

"WHY ARE YOU AIDING THIS?" Kaboodle shouted.

***

Rounds the size of her hand immediately smashed Malice into the dirt. Flappers threw Mayhem away, and charged into Malice.

Malice's face was truly shown.

She had two eyes.


***

"Two… eyes?" Kit said, baffled.

"Syntax repaired them, so they also had to make them better." Lucian said.

"I'm sorry, just how would having two eyes make them better?" Kit asked.

"You'll see, Kit. You'll see."

***

Lasers shot out of Malice's eyes. Flappers ducked down as more floaties were destroyed in the carnage.

Her eyes were red like Mayhem as Flappers weaved through like an aircraft across anti-air fire.

He tossed Lucian towards Kit. She easily caught him as she spun before firing at another floatie.

The prince cheered.

"How dreadfully entertaining." Mrs. Paper said. "Say, why not an encore from our lovely Castrato and Prima Donna, dear?"

"Quite so, honey. My opera glasses are getting quite foggy looking at the show."

Malice saw the leaders, and commenced her Da Capo.

Her arms shot off, and from her claws.

More arms shot off.


***

"I'm sorry, 'Castrato'? 'Prima Donna'? 'Da Capo'?" Kit's head tilted in confusion.

"Male singer, lead female singer, and a repeated performance." Lucian explained, "Anyway, what would the claws be shooting out?"

Flappers pondered.

"Oh, more lasers." Lucian said.

"CAN YOU STOP GIVING THEM MORE-"

"What if the lasers curved!" Flappers exclaimed.

"Oh no, they bend into multiple lasers, and fry the ground itself." Lucian said.

"What about Mayhem?" Flappers asked.

Lucian spun around the dolphin, finger guns out, "Heat sink. Specialized meta materials, materials that go beyond what a material should do, allow Mayhem to absorb the lasers before firing it off-

***
In a massive beam of doom. Mayhem swept around the hills, obliterating everything around them.

The disc's shield's invincibility prevented Mr and Mrs Paper from any impact.

Then the beam stopped.

Kit shielded the prince behind her, while she was shielded by Flappers. Still standing.

"Kitty! What do we do?" The prince asked.

Kit looked back. Malice was walking slowly towards them. Eyes rolled back, fully opened for one final maneuver.

She tore the Prince off of Kit. Kit tried to crawl towards them, but it was too late.

"Not now Malice," Mrs. Paper said, "we need him ali-"

Malice was flung backwards, her own laser blasting her off across the hills.

Lucian, the Prince of Bliss, flipped a coin up and down.

"Keep the change. Imperial souvenir." The Prince said.


***

"Kitty?" Kit said.

"Kid stuff." Lucian answered, a coin now flickering from his hand.

"Did your coin cause a laser to ricochet?" Gobbles asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure it can do that, watch." He flipped two coins off and fired a round.

Ricochet lines appeared for a split second as it went over the horizon.

"I'm pretty sure they're aimed at Mayhem." Lucian noted.

"You're not Imperial." Kaboodle said.

"Said who?" Lucian retorted, "I never said I'm Imperial. Prince Lucian is Imperial."

Kaboodle's mouth was left open, unable to argue.

"Anyway, I really need to end this confrontation. Can I see what else Syntax has?"

Kit shook her head, "Can't. Your blackouts."

"Please?"

***

Mayhem charged towards the still exhausted Flappers. Behind him was a giant 20 foot tall white floatie, ready to crush him on both sides.

"Mr. Dolphin, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

But Flappers always knew anti-machine warfare.

He gritted his teeth as he dodged to the left, and grabbed Mayhem by his legs once again.

He spun around and threw him towards the incoming giant floatie.

They both exploded.

Flappers pumped his fist into the air, radiating confidence towards the prince.

"So cool…"


***

"I gave you one piece and that's what you came up with?" Kit asked.

"I said I had to wrap it up. Besides, I was running low on ideas for that fight." Lucian answered.

"HELLO? Does anyone remember what this conversation was about?" Kaboodle shouted to a brick wall.

"To discuss what to do with Lucian?"

"Thank you, Gobbles." Kaboodle looked at everyone else, and then back at Gobbles, "WHY ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE THAT'S FOLLOWING THIS?"

Lucian stared at those two, before going back to what he was doing.

"Why are you drawing wheels?" Kit asked.

"Spikey wheels?" Flappers noted.

"Oh, you'll see." Lucian then looked at the mothership drawing, "He's right, I haven't sized the threat properly."

***

The Syntax Fleet orbited the planet. The mothership was surrounded by thirty of its finest battleships, alongside a hundred and twenty light cruisers and sixty heavy cruisers. All screened by dozens of destroyers and frigates.

"His majesty has ordered phase three." The communication officer stated.

"Roger, switch to ground." The fleet admiral of the Syntax said. Anti space weapons were turned off as the anti ground batteries powered up.

"Any space borne threats?" His vice admiral asked.

"Farcade ship on ground. Tiny and frail, it's still crashed. Ignore it, I recommend we capture them and interrogate them." The captain suggested.

"Anything to note of our last subjects?" The fleet admiral asked as he watched the weapons of phase three drop down,

"The last subjects did not survive interrogation." The intelligence officer stated.

"Within parameters."


***

"Wow, that's cruel." Kit stated, shoulders taken aback.

"Why do you think Syntax has a fleet?" Kaboodle boiled red.

"Hey, Kit said they will arrive and destroy my world. They have to have the ordnance to destroy the planet."

Kit looked downwards sheepishly. He didn't know about win conditions.

"They use Win-" Kaboodle stopped, and slammed the ground in frustration.

"Are you going to reveal what those wheels are?" Gobbles asked.

"What do you think Phase Three is?" Lucian smiled slyly.

***

Dozens of 36 meter tall Autonomous Grinder Wheels ripped through the greenery.

Flames spewed out its sides as the grass burnt a deep black.

Missiles spewed out like it was the VF-1 Valkyrie and in numbers that would make Desert Storm look like a black ops.

It was the IE-09: HELIANTHUS. The ultimate weapon of terror.


***

"...Lucian… What even is your home?" Kit asked, baffled.

"WHY DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE THIS?" Kaboodle shouted.

"What do you mean Mr and Mrs Paper wouldn't have this for entertainment?" Lucian grinned.

"Their names are Fold and Miss Information." Kaboodle responded.

"Sure, but I have no idea what Syntax is. Unless you're willing to tell me?"

Kaboodle stared at him, gritting his teeth from barking everything.

"Very well, let's continue with Flappers' Greatest Plan."

"I'm fairly sure it's now mostly your work." Gobbles added.

***

The Helianthuses circled around the group.

The Prince tried to shield Flappers, who tried to shield the Prince. Kit flared her gun out, hoping they wouldn't finish the job.

"Surrender. Your efforts are futile." They both gloated.

"Why, you were such an entertaining show." Mrs. Paper sighed, "But all good things must end."

"But, love will end together." Mr. Paper stated.

"Quite so, dear."

The prince looked upwards. The true plan was coming along.

"Say? Didn't two more members crash here?" He grinned.

They looked upwards.

The Nimble.


***

"Wait, The Nimble?" Kaboodle said.

"Yep, I needed to include the rest of them. So why not at the creme la de creme."

"The what?" Kit cocked her head.

"The best of the best." Lucian explained, "You'll see."

"I DON'T WANT TO SEE-"

***

"We spotted the Farcade recon ship. It's headed towards us." The Captain noted.

The Nimble nimbly dodged through the screening fire. Like a cat through a fence.

"Battleship fire!" The Fleet Admiral ordered.

"The ship is already in our envelopes, friendly fire is too great." The captain stated.

"Space-borne weaponry still offline." the weapons officer added.

"Roger," The Fleet Admiral said, "All ships are to tighten around the mothership, do not allow it inside."

"If we can't block them with our guns, we shall block them with our ships." The Vice Admiral announced.

Inside the Nimble, Kaboodle was focused on the controls. It was the final mission, never did they know that this unlikely defense with a little prince could result in their greatest victory yet.

"How much closer!" Kaboodle shouted.

"Still need more precision." Gobbles sat on the weapons system. Just need to be a little closer.

"Well, bet your lucky stars their cannons didn't annihilate us!"


***

"Bet… Your…Lucky… Stars…" Kaboodle repeated, "Just… why…"

"You destroyed Kaboodle's personality." Kit said, "I did not expect that."

"The sign of good art is one where the audience themselves changes." Lucian smiled, "And Kaboodle shows the power of art."

"Where are you saying that the Nimble has weapons?" Gobbles asked.

Lucian looked at where the Nimble's legs emerge from, "Say, these look perfect for a weapons bay."

"WHAT WEAPONS?"

"Oh, you're back, Kaboodle." Lucian said, "See, the weapons are-

***

Makeshift missiles designed by the Prince himself. Inaccurate, imprecise, but deadly if hit right. They had to take off the ship's legs for this.

"HOW MUCH CLOSER, GOBBLES?"

"When we see the reactor exhaust port by the light of its heat!" Gobbles stated, "Boost engines to full."


***

"So, I'm ordering around Kaboodle?" Gobbles noted.

"Why the hell do you think the mothership has an exhaust port into a reactor?" Kaboodle said.

"Look at the tall thing. It screams, destroyed by glaring weakness." Lucian pointed to the drawing of the mothership.

"Well, how are you going to make this more exciting?" Kit asked.

"Kit, why are you going along with this?" Kaboodle asked.

Kit looked at Flappers, his body was itching to see the climax to the mess of this plan. Lucian looked different from before. No longer shadowed by fear, anxiety, or relief, he talked in motion, moving around each of them while he talked, as if the grass was made of ice.

She wanted this to continue.

"Oh, Kit, my dear. What did you think the tightening fleet of ships were for?"

***

It was a trench of moving ships. From mighty battleships to lowly frigates fired swarms of point defense as the opening tried to move away from the Nimble.

Kaboodle did another barrel roll as an enemy fighter crashed into point defense.

"I can see it!" Gobbles announced.

It was tiny for Kaboodle's eye.

"Don't fire yet!"


***

"Fire now!" Kaboodle interrupted, "Fire now, and get out of this mess!"

"Oh look, he's invested." Lucian teased.

"I just want to make this stupidity die."

"Oh well, there's no retreating from that maneuver." Lucian said.

"What's going on in the ground?" Flappers asked.

"Eh, everyone watching the scene," Lucian answered, "It's very flashy from the ground."

"Wait, where's the ship?" Gobbles asked.

Kit noticed it immediately. Behind a hill, its two cat ears peaking out as it stared at Lucian like a rabbit to a wolf.

Of course, it's still afraid of Lucian.

"Right, it turns out speaking of removing a sentient ship's legs to put weapons in it well after beating it up is very frightening." Lucian noted

"Yeah…" Kit said.

"Anyway, let's finish this."

***

The first missile was launched.

Too far.

It collided with a destroyer. The destroyer's shield left it unharmed.

"Three more left." Gobbles noted.

Another fighter emerged. Gobbles fired another one.

The fighter went down.

"Two more left." Gobbles stated.

"Don't fire until we see it!" Kaboodle shouted.

It was a long way to go.

The Nimble flew low on the floor. Its wing tips nearly gazing the top of the heavy cruisers.

Shields down and engines at max, fighters crashed in attempts to fire at the ship.

Shields from every side flared as point defense hit each other.

Gobbles saw a battleship closing the opening. He also saw an exhaust port.

He fired.

"ONE MISSILE LEFT!" Kaboodle shouted.

The missile struck the exhaust port, and the battleship exploded.

A ten second opening emerged.

Ten.

The Nimble dodged a missile.

Nine.

One ship's cannon shielded them from point defense.

Eight.

An Itano Circus of missiles flared behind the craft.


***

"An 'Itano Circus?'" Kit asked.

"A spiralling movement of dozens of missiles. Look!" Lucian exclaimed.

"So Pretty." Flappers said.

***

Seven.

The Nimble shot upwards

The missiles followed. Some colliding into the warships, their explosions illuminating the flaring shields.

Six.

A battleship brought its main cannon to bear.

Its enormous barrel swung across the Nimble's flight path..

Five.

A destroyer exploded.

Half the pursuing missiles vanished within the expanding fireball. The survivors burst through, scattering across every direction.

Four.

Missiles screamed past its canopy. Looping, spiraling streaks of lights folded in front of it as illuminating blue contrails covered every direction.

Kaboodle rolled between them.

Three.

Gobbles fired the last missile.

It was manually guided.

Two.

Missiles curved back. The white contrail of the manual highlighted by the illuminating blue backdrop.

The missile weaved through fighters and point defense. Gobbles gritted his teeth, eyes on the monitor even as the world lost gravity.

One.

The missile disappeared behind a heavy cruiser.

Gobbles covered his eyes. Fate must guide for the last mile. Memories of point defense and flak, his soul piloted the missile.

Into the port.

"Gentlemen," The Fleet Admiral announced, "You were some of the best crew I've ever commanded."

A white flare engulfed the command room.


***

"That's… an ending," Kit said, "You moved around quite a lot."

"What can I say? This is fun." Lucian grinned.

"You jump so high…" Gobbles said.

"Except, THERE'S STILL EVERYTHING IN SPACE AND THE GROUND. DO YOU WANT US TO DIE?" Kaboodle shouted.

"What's happening to us?" Flappers asked.

"I'll get on to it."

***

A second sun appeared in the sky. This time white.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Mr and Mrs Paper shouted as their source of immortality faded away. All of Syntax turned to dust.


***

"The source of immortality?" Kit asked.

"What? I figured that's why they destroy planets. Do you know why?"

She shook her head, "Not really, but they're not immortal."

"Oh well," Lucian looked around, "I need to figure out celebratory stuff, you have any ideas?"

Flappers raised his hand.

***

The Nimble flew downwards, trailed by rescue. All of Farcade came.

"Flappers mai boi, this mission is what all true Farcade operatives strive for!" Dusk announced, arms outstretched.


***

"I'm sorry, what?" Kit blurted out.

"Dusk doesn't talk like that?" Lucian asked.

"NO," Kaboodle shouted, "What the hell is 'mai boi?'"

"Something you won't understand. Anyway, say Kit, who was that magical girl in that photo?"

***

Lulu rushed downwards.

***

"Nah, not action-packed enough." Lucian noted.

***

Lulu slammed hard into the ground, her hair beamed radiantly.

The Imperial Legions dropped down beside her. Ready to extract the Prince.

"Kit!"

"Lulu!"

They embraced each other as victory clouded the skies.

More Imperial ships arrived, for the planet was always to be a colony for the Imperial Earth.


***

"It's called the Imperial Earth?" Gobbles asked.

"Nope, made it up." Lucian said.

"What is your home then?" Kit asked.

"Nearly two hundred independent nation-states." Lucian answered, his head held high, "You don't have anything to say about Lulu there, Kit?"

She shrugged, "No idea how to respond. Except that you made her lead the legions?"

"Two for one combo."

Kaboodle sighed, "Good, can we now go back to normal?"

"Just one more part."

"PLEASE NO-"

***

They were all given medals of Imperial Valor and Farcadian Honor

***

"Farcadian?" Kit asked.

"Medal of Farcade Honor didn't sound right," Lucian answered.

***

And then the President of the United States of America arrived to bestow upon the Presidential Medal of Freedom for protecting all of Humanity from the Syntax threat.

***

"President of America… Is that the leader of the Imperial Earth?" Kit asked. "Weird name, thought it'd be king."

"Nope," Lucian answered, "Just the highest ranking official of a nation called America."

"Fake?" Gobbles asked.

"Real." Lucian looked around, "Oh, right."

***

And Farcade and the Imperial Earth created an alliance that would last for centuries.

Before the grown prince grew insane from pure evil and started an insane war against Farcade. Ruining both universes into the Age of Strife where the Dark Gods rein supreme.

Soon a new god between universes emerged and began the war of final wars to unite all using planets full of ghost soldiers, who are also gods, and fighting against gods who use machines, that are also gods.

And Victory was assured.


***

"Uh… that's an ending?" Gobbles eyes crooked in confusion.

"Yep, that's how it will end." Lucian said, "And that's how Syntax shall be beaten."

"AMAZING STORY!" Flappers shouted, "The ending was weak though."

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Kaboodle shouted.

"Guess that's one way to end a story." Kit noted.

Kaboodle sighed, "Very well, now we can actually discuss what to do with you."

Then a Syntax dropship showed up.

"Oh." Gobbles said.

"We spent so long on your imaginative story, and now the Syntax is here!" Kaboodle yelled.

Lucian sighed, and started thinking. "Hey Kit, do you have a sword I can borrow?"

***

"What is this world?" Miss Information asked.

Malice and Mayhem were shown to be here. An empty place of green hills. The title screen was a mess. Something about a Dave and Claira.

"Where is everyone?" Fold asked.

"Probably getting away from you." She smirked.

"Don't you dare-"

"Hello?" A voice cried out.

They gasped, "A person!"

"NPC?" Fold asked as a spyglass.

"No," Miss Information responded. The guy wore rustic armor, with a sword at his side and a piece of yellow metal strapped to his back. His smooth complexion and lean, well-defined build made him quite easy on the eyes. "Definitely a hero."

"Are you sure your eyes aren't talking?"

"Please, heroes are quite easy on the eye. You should learn a thing or two about heroes."

"Oh, no you don-"

"Oh, hey!" The guy came up the hill.

Fold immediately switched to a facsimile of a map.

"Hello there fellow traveler, I have traveled these lands and never met you before." The guy said as he looked at her hand, where Fold resided.

"Say, what's your name, handsome?" Miss Information said, "Have you seen anything unusual or are completing a qu-"

"Looks like a map, can I eat it?" He said bluntly, "Oh, I'm Lucian A. Luc."

"Uh…" She glanced around, lost for words, "No… It's… an heirloom… of mine."

"Okay," Lucian A. Luc said, "Good thing Ingsoc allows heirlooms to exist. My family has kept a liter of three o'nine pure 09% water for the last three hundred years."

Her expression became the same as Fold: crooked in confusion.

She looked at the guy's equipment. A sheet of yellow metal. The same yellow as the Farcade recon ship.

"Say, why is that metal so… yellow…and advanced…?" Miss Information asked.

"Oh, this?"

***

After grinding through twenty demonic dragon lords. Merging forty purple rarity demonic dragon wings with eighty webs of spider golems, he created 14 pieces of Demonic Golem Dragonscale chestpieces that he sold to purchase 12 fire resistance potions.

He went into the center of the dungeon lord's palace, crawled through the ten miles of lava from the heat of the universe, entering the boss chamber and defeating the Ultraterrestrial King of Destruction. He earned the key to the Underhaven.

The loot drop from defeating the UKD's minions created a drill that mined the center of the dungeon lord's palace to make the King's helmet, earning him enough reputation to enter the Underhaven without aggroing the residents.

He found the King's legionary commander-emperor to battle against for-


***

"HOW IS THIS RELEVANT?" Fold cried out.

"Oh, the map talks?"

Miss Information immediately shook away her stupor, "Yes!"

"Okay, so-"

"GET TO THE POINT, HERO!" Fold shouted.

She smirked, "Now, now, remember that basic etiquette require-"

"I'M SORRY, DON'T YOU-"

"Ahem," Lucian cleared his throat, "Sure, I'll hasten it up."

***

Lucian A. Luc finally slaughtered the fifty rats in the old dungeon, crafting the rat lure to harvest three fox fur. He crafted it and sold it to the Riverdale village next to the old dungeon. Completing the final smithing quest and reaching max level smithing.

"Oh gods, I have finally reached level 100 smithing." Lucian A. Luc said, "I can now upgrade from my leather rogue armor, but I Need to Find Some Materials to Use My Level 100 Smithing Skill Because I Joined a Party That Thought I Was a Level One Weakling, but I Was Actually One Step Away from the Very Over Powered Skill."

A flying yellow cat head spiraled across the sky, scaring all flying life away. A piece of metal dropped from it as it crashed.

"OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

[YOU GOT A MYSTERIOUSLY ADVANCED PIECE OF METAL: SSS RANK]


***

The duo stood silent for a moment.

"You know where the ship is?" Fold exclaimed.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well," Miss Information said, "The crew are very dangerous and will prevent you from completing your quest. We are… bounty hunters looking to hunt down those dangerous rapscallions."

"Damn, rapscallion is such a fun word," He muttered under his breath, "Anyway, oh my. Dangerous criminals? In our lands? I shall show you where I last saw them."

"Amazing heroism!" Miss Information clapped, "And we'll make sure they don't get in the way of your heroic quest!"

"Okay, so first you have to leave the realm of desolation. You have to find the local worldhopper to switch to the realm of life. Then you take a day's travel with them to find the perpendicularity in which you'll reach Airstrip Two of the Merchant Republic of Ingsoc. Then find a Brotherhood boss to get travel options because if you don't then you'll have to face the Inner Guards.

"Then you'll encounter the Grand Forest, where the ship- cat head crashed, there's only one entry point there for people who lack the battle pass… Are you getting all this?"

Fold looked at his manual, "YES! Continue!"

"Alright," Lucian said, "Once you're inside, you have to find a water resistance effect to pass the twelve grand rivers. Once you pass the rivers, you'll then encounter a village. Ignore it, we find it obsolete compared to the caves further up. You don't make a left turn at Albuquerque and finally you'll find the ship. Got that?"

Fold paused, "Yes, fast travel and inside the grand forest. But, where is a Worldhopper?"

He pointed behind them, "There's usually one over there, with the hill with coins."

Every hill had at least one coin.

"You shouldn't miss it. It's very obvious." He said.

Miss Information brought Fold close, "Aid his quest or find the Farcade Recon Ship?" She whispered.

"Have you seen what he goes on about?" Fold whispered loudly, "We'll be skeletons before he reaches the final boss!"

"Warrick won't be happy…" She teased.

"And Warrick won't be happy staying here for the rest of his life." Fold spat back, "Just find Kit, her backpack, her rivals, and leave."

"Fine, let's try and get his help." She rolled her eyes as they turned back, "So, we're going to need your help-"

Miss Information groaned, "Where did that handsome stud go?"

"HE WAS INSANE!"

"Don't get so jealous just because he was attractive, while all you've ever managed to do is drive me insane."

"YOU DRIVE ME MAD-"

Several floaties interrupted their argument. They were carrying the yellow piece of metal.

"Oh, look. He left his smithing material." Miss Information said.

"Why does it have pictures on it?" Fold looked closer, "MR AND MRS PAPER?"

"Wait what?" She took the metal, before giving a mischievous glint to Fold, "Don't be so coy, dear."

"Is that Flappers?"

***

"What was that bastard even trying to do?" Kaboodle asked.

It's been several hours since Lucian took some armor and a sword from Kit, and also Flappers plan. All he said was, 'I will become a JRPG Adventurer.' before dashing off. At a speed that turned him into a blur. A stark difference from the tumbling movements Kit saw before.

The Nimble was able to be repaired during that time. The hatch he took was unnecessary now. But at least he'll know he was coming with them after finally having a private discussion.

Kit sighed, she was sitting on top of the Nimble eating a hotdog as Gobbles slept next to her. Flappers was pacing around in infinity loops while Kaboodle was inside the ship.

"Distracting the Syntax, I assume." Kit said, "No wonder we haven't seen any floaties nearby."

"So he's giving them the same treatment as us?" Kaboodle asked.

"Probably." She looked at the revolver Lucian handed her. Her gloved hand can't even fit inside the trigger.

"Will he be okay?" Flappers asked, "Why can't we follow him?"

"Lucian is the native here. They can't hurt him." Kit said, "Besides, he's smart enough not to trust Syntax."

"Smart… Right…" Kaboodle said, "Now tell me how a plan consisting of makeshift missiles, a suicide run, and a child version of that guy means he's intelligent?"

"He's…" Kit paused, "Imaginative.."

"Good, now tell me how imagination will get us out of this mess?" Kaboodle said.

"COMING THROUGH." Lucian shouted.

"You're back?" Kit said.

Lucian was skiing along the bases of the hills. He brushed across the ground in low sweeping turns, and he was smiling like a fox who outplayed an entire forest.

"It helps a lot to be well fed and cared for!" He shouted, "But, GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!"

Kit dragged Gobbles back inside, scaring him like he was dropped into ice-cold water. Flappers ran in with the seagull. And Lucian slammed feet-first inside.

The Nimble started flying as he groaned.

"Lucian!" Kit shouted, checking on the guy that was lying on the floor with his feet on the consoles.

"Probably…should have… slowed… down." He gave a weak chuckle.

"How did you deal with Syntax?" Gobbles asked.

"Nothing much," Lucian said, "Lied about where I was, who I was, where the ship was, and left a present for them."

"The plan?" Gobbles asked.

"Bingo, Flappers' Greatest Plan." Lucian fired a finger gun at Gobbles. He was still upside-down, unable to move.

"What did they think?" Flappers asked eagerly.

"I'm sure they'll find it the greatest story in the world." Lucian said. "Oh right, can I have my gun back, Kit?"

"No."

"Please?"

"At least get better."
 
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