and also multiple wingers
see? multiple wingers.
When will the next chapter be out?
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It did, it’s in post 239.
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Chapter 13
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I couldn’t imagine spending Christmas without Julie.
Cordax
“Mom!” I called out, catching Julie in the middle of a conversation with her father.
“Huh?” she replied.
I rushed up to her. “Are you guys coming over tonight?” I asked, surprising her with my excitement.
“We talked about it,” Julie replied, smiling. “I asked Dad if we could go over to our friends’ house. They invited us.”
I frowned. “You’re not going to their house?”
“They’re nice people. It won’t be a problem. Besides, I’ll be spending the night with Katie tonight. So I figured I might as well spend Christmas with my daughter,” she said, looking at me and smiling.
I frowned. I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. And I knew that Julie didn’t want to spend Christmas without me either. “But… I don’t want to stay here by myself,” I said.
“You won’t be,” Julie said. “We’ll be here with you.”
I groaned. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Julie replied. “If you’re going to spend the night, I want to be able to see you as much as possible.”
I smiled. I knew that she wouldn’t be spending the night with me, but I didn’t want to go to her house by myself, either. “Ok, then.”
I watched Julie run across the yard to our neighbor’s house, and I finally let myself feel what I was feeling.
I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone.
Christmas Eve
I woke up around one in the afternoon, and I headed out to the store to buy a Christmas tree. I thought that if I was going to spend Christmas alone, I should at least do something to make it feel a little more like Christmas.
I bought a large pine tree and carried it back to the house, lugging it inside and placing it in the living room. I climbed the stairs and brought my two presents down to the room, setting them on top of the television. I wrapped the gifts and carefully hid them in the closet. Then I got dressed and headed out for a bit of shopping.
I spent the next two hours shopping with Julie, keeping an eye on her every so often. I was worried that she was trying to hide something from me, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with it. But in the end, nothing happened.
Christmas Day
I was the first one to get up on Christmas morning, and I left the house around seven.
I could hear the television on in the room where Julie was sleeping. I wondered what she was doing and if she was still planning on spending the night at her friends’ house. I frowned, and then I heard her crying.
I froze in place. I stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. I didn’t want to go to her room and risk waking her up, but I also didn’t want to leave her alone. And in the end, I wasn’t sure what to do.
And then I heard the front door open and shut, and I knew that I didn’t have to worry about getting into trouble.
Cordax
After having dinner with the Cordax, we ended up going to an amusement park called Calon Eeeve. The park had eight different rides that ran in rotation, each one themed around a different planet in the solar system.
It was a lot of fun. As a teenager, I had ridden most of the rides, but I had spent the night with Cordax and Ghid the day before, so I wasn’t sure if my body would be able to handle it. But I could tell that Julie was having fun, so I was more worried about how she would feel about spending Christmas at the park than I was about myself.
In the end, I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t notice that Julie was sick, or if she was in any pain.
After the park closed, Cordax and Ghid took Julie home and said that they would be back in the morning. I headed back to Julie’s house, thinking about what Christmas had meant to me when I was younger.
Christmas with my parents had been a lot like Christmas with Cordax and Ghid. I was excited, and I loved seeing my family. I knew that they would all be happy to see me, and I was also happy to be able to spend the evening with them.
But I never felt like my parents were happy. If I said anything about Cordax and Ghid, my mother would say that it wasn’t like that, and that I should trust them.
I didn’t want to trust them, and I was glad that I had found Julie and Cordax.
Christmas Day
As I got into the house, I noticed that Cordax was nowhere to be found. I didn’t want to go upstairs and look in her room, so I waited for her to get up.
She finally did, and I looked at her to see how she was feeling. She had been crying, but she seemed to be feeling better.
I noticed that she had a black eye, and she told me that she had been hit by Cordax. I wondered if she had been trying to get out of spending Christmas with us, but I didn’t ask her. I was afraid that she would go back to her old tricks, and I was worried about what she was planning.
But Julie seemed to be happy, and I didn’t want to ruin her happiness.
I sat down on the couch and took a quick glance at my presents. I knew that Julie had gotten me some really cool presents. I smiled as I looked at the bags of Christmas candy that I had been given. My favorite had been the bag of marshmallow corkies.
I could tell that Julie was disappointed that Cordax and Ghid hadn’t bought her anything. It wasn’t the first time I had seen her angry with them, and I could tell that she was angry that they weren’t getting her anything.
Cordax had always been a good friend. He had taken me out of the orphanage when I was little, and he was like a father to me. Ghid was Cordax’s older brother, and he was Cordax’s partner in crime. Ghid was a lot more serious and a lot more dangerous than Cordax. I hadn’t really been afraid of him until last year when he shot Cordax, and then tried to kill Julie.
Cordax and Ghid were responsible for the murders of Cordax’s parents and Cordax’s older brother. They had started experimenting on Ghid when he was little, and he had gotten into some horrible diseases. Cordax had told Julie and me that Ghid had died because of the experiments, but Julie never seemed to really believe it. I wasn’t really worried about Ghid getting rid of Cordax, because he was really powerful, and if he decided to go after Cordax, he could do a lot of damage.
Cordax had told Julie that he had gotten Ghid out of the hospital and was working with him in a laboratory. Cordax didn’t know how to get me out of the orphanage, but Ghid did. And Ghid knew that Julie was spending Christmas with us.
I didn’t know what Ghid was doing, and I wanted to ask Julie, but I was afraid that she would get angry and quit coming to our house. That was what I really worried about, and that was why I wanted to talk to Cordax.
After Julie got dressed, she wanted to talk to Cordax, and I wanted to talk to Ghid. I tried to take Julie upstairs, but she was very angry with Ghid and wanted to talk to him.
Ghid told me that I was free to come downstairs, so I waited for Julie to finish talking to Ghid. After she had gone downstairs, I headed down to see Cordax.
Cordax was sitting in the living room, and he was talking to Ghid. They both looked a little worried, and Ghid looked worried that I was going to do something to Cordax.
Cordax smiled at me and said that he had called Ghid and explained what had happened. Cordax said that Ghid had come and talked to me, and Ghid had tried to talk to Julie about her plans to leave our house.
Cordax told me that Ghid was worried that Julie was going to do something to Cordax and to Julie, so Ghid had come over here to talk to me.
Cordax told me that Ghid wanted to talk to me about something else. Ghid asked me if I had heard anything about Ghid’s great-grandfather, Cordax’s grandfather, Arrax Arados.
Cordax didn’t know what had happened to Arrax Arados, but he told me that Arrax had been trying to murder Ghid and Cordax’s mother. I didn’t want to talk to them, so I went upstairs.
I didn’t really want to talk to Julie about what happened, but she was angry with Ghid, and she didn’t want me to have anything to do with him.
Cordax was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of Cordax’s special Cordax’s Cordax’s Cordax coffee. He was watching Julie, and I had a feeling that she didn’t want to talk to me, but Cordax seemed to want to talk to me, so I went into the kitchen.
Cordax told me that Ghid and Julie were blaming him for Arrax’s death because they had been angry with Ghid because Arrax and Cordax’s mother had set up the Arrax and Cordax’s families for crimes and had them arrested. Ghid had been trying to turn their family in to the police, and Cordax and Ghid’s mother had had them tortured.
Cordax told me that Ghid’s great-grandfather had been trying to kill Ghid and Cordax’s mother, and that Ghid was probably still trying to hurt them.
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im so lost at this point
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mom come pick me up i’m scared
ask the ai
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that entire chapter was confusing
who’s perspective is this being told from
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see? confusing.
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Chapter 12
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Only after Cordax was silent for more than a minute did he stand back up, his joints slowing their wobbling until they were still. “It’s just a replica.” He sighed, his breath forced down into a calmed pattern. “How, or why, I can’t ever know, but it isn’t real. It can’t be real, because…”
He cut off the awkwardness of the trailed sentence with a disingenuous shrug and slunk his hands into his pockets as he marched slowly back towards Diero. Winger’s head turned to follow him as he left, and then slowly rotated down towards me. I was still eyeing Cordax’s steps as he walked away, but the cutting gaze from my son eventually drew me back to face him. “You’ve got a lot of info you’re not very willing to talk about, don’t you?”
I looked at where I assumed his eyes were as he continued. “If you’re so concerned about the well-being of this party - so content with being the shoulder to cry on, the voice of reason, why don’t you stop keeping everything hidden? I’m not demanding we know all, but if you knew about the-”
“Hint taken, goodness.” I grumbled, waving Winger off. I couldn’t- wouldn’t dare imply I had already reached this decision on my own without his badgering me about it, because certain preconceived notions about my character had to be maintained regardless of the situation. But I was serious about my intention, you must understand. I was completely and wholly decided upon my course of action, even if it meant spoiling that carefully laid and masterfully strung plan I concocted.
With Winger at my tail, I sauntered back up to the party with an air of discontent. Cordax was almost leaning on Diero’s legs, while Diero was casting the most revolted expression down at Cordax for having the audacity to make physical contact with him. Or maybe it was the attire? Or maybe it was Diero being offended that Cordax found him particularly apt to be a lamp post. Regardless, the little fellow’s face was glum, focused on the distant street rather than the glowing ring directly in front of him.
“And I said to him, yes, that’s exactly why I know you have cancer. And he was all puffy about it, but it seemed fairly obvious what with the cyst and- oh, sorry, am I rambling again? I apologize. Heck, I could ramble long enough to write a book about it. Would that be any good? Oh hey there, mister kind sir? Uh, I suppose I should inquire as to your name if we’re going to be traveling together. Oh, and the boxer guy is a no-go. Systems automatically fried when he went down. Nothing I can do.”
“Of course.” I sighed. “Look, before we proceed, there’s something I need to make clear- to you, and to everyone else here before we head out.”
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“Okay, something first.” I placed two fingers on where the bridge of a nose would normally be. “Do you have a different form you can take? The ring thing is obnoxious as all get-out and it’s hurting my eyes.”
“I have a library of eight hundred and seventy two different-”
“If you’ve got a default form, take it and then shut up for a minute.” I huffed. “And yes, I remember you saying you have an original form, don’t bother me about it. Now…” I adjusted the wooden Akaku on my face. “You all know the reason why we’re here right now.”
“No?” Winger retorted.
“I have no idea who any of you are.” AI replied.
“Boss, you might want to try a different angle of approach.” Diero leaned over and ‘whispered’ into my face, earning a repulsed glare from myself. “We’re all here to get rid of Ghid, right? Is that not why we’re all hangin’ around together? Everything thus far leads to him.”
“Wait, Ghid survived that fight?!” Cordax gasped. “I thought Diero killed him!”
“Naw.” The deadsperado shook his head despondently. “You remember those Ghids in the cider factory? All Ghid. Somewhere there’s an original Ghid controlling all the rest. We find him, we stop this endless terror sweeping the whole world.”
“Ooh! Ooh!” AI implied a massive grin. “Maybe we can talk to Volume! He’s the head honcho of this city, maybe he would know where we can find Ghid at! The real Ghid, I mean. Who’s Ghid?”
I cleared my throat rudely, gaining everyone’s attention and holding it in maintained silence for a few short moments. “I can answer that question right now, Al. You see, I am-”
Something glass broke across the back of my head. A soft blue smoke swept across my vision, and I turned around with a scowl, barely catching the smallest glimpse of the police force which had conveniently convened in the nearest alley, all crouching in the dark, waiting for the perfect opportunity to throw something at my head. My lungs inhaled to retort before my vision suddenly shot to black and my eyes slowly crept open in a massive meadow, blanketed with flowers of all different shades. Reds, blues, yellows and oranges graced my vision, and as I fell back onto the soft grass beneath me, the clouds played in perfect little whisps of wind, dancing across the sky.
“Dad,” Winger sighed, looking in disappointment at me flat upon the ground. “Stop being ridiculous and come on; we’ve got just enough time to make it to the big tree with the others.”
“The big-” I began, but stopped myself short. Of course I knew what he was talking about - The big tree, the one with all the vines across it, on the very top of the hill. I forced myself back onto my feet and marched up the slope, feeling the inescapable pull of age as I did so. At the top of the hill, nestled under its shadow, was the rest of the group, with Diero adding the finishing touches to a colossal cake with orange frosting and little Ghid cookies strewn around the edge.
“Glad you could make it, boss!” Diero grinned. “Sorry, Ghid, that’s gonna take some getting used to. Here’s your forgiveness cake, from all of us and me, of course.”
I sheepishly took a piece. “You do all know I don’t deserve this in the slightest, but- thank you. Thank you, son, and thank you, all. From the bottom of my heart, thank-”
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-̷̡̨̡̧̡̮͙͍̫̳̤̦̙̦̗̝̙͎͙͇̟̟̺̟͈̩͕͔͐̐̓͋̀̏̈̆̍̃́̈́̿̇̐̈́̑̇̏̏͠͠͝-̶̢̛̥̤̩̥͓̻̥̖̟͚͚̥̟̤̲͈̘̦͌͂̄̔͆̒͂͋̏̈̅́̉̃́͛̂̆̒̊̄̌̑̿̒̋̈́̚͜͜ͅͅ-̵̨͍͔͕̩̗̙̣̞͇̻͍̰̳̤̱̹̺̙̺̼̘͉̱͖͕̺͇̹̳͌̑́̽̄̐̆́̂̅̋̿̾̐̊͛̏͜͝͠-̸̧̡̧̡̤̦̩̜̜̟̮͓̮̬̙͙̘͉̲̪͓̬͙͈͙̼̳̗̈́̿̐̇̈́͐̄͛͂͋̉̑̾̀̆͂̄̿̕̚͘͜͜ͅ-̸̢̡̨̛̛̥̟̦͍̟̬̦͍̳̮̈́̈́͗͛̃̇̎͐̂̔̓̑̍͆̋̄̎̐̍̈́͑̊̓̋́̚͝͝͝-̷̧̡̢̨̧̲̣̺̩̩͕̩̝̬̥̠̟̘̑̂̓̎͐̊̋̎̽̋̌͗͐̐̐͛̇̇͗̈͂̊͌̈́͘͘͝͠-̷̡̨̡̧̡̮͙͍̫̳̤̦̙̦̗̝̙͎͙͇̟̟̺̟͈̩͕͔͐̐̓͋̀̏̈̆̍̃́̈́̿̇̐̈́̑̇̏̏͠͠͝-̶̢̛̥̤̩̥͓̻̥̖̟͚͚̥̟̤̲͈̘̦͌͂̄̔͆̒͂͋̏̈̅́̉̃́͛̂̆̒̊̄̌̑̿̒̋̈́̚͜͜ͅͅ-̵̨͍͔͕̩̗̙̣̞͇̻͍̰̳̤̱̹̺̙̺̼̘͉̱͖͕̺͇̹̳͌̑́̽̄̐̆́̂̅̋̿̾̐̊͛̏͜͝͠-̸̧̡̧̡̤̦̩̜̜̟̮͓̮̬̙͙̘͉̲̪͓̬͙͈͙̼̳̗̈́̿̐̇̈́͐̄͛͂͋̉̑̾̀̆͂̄̿̕̚͘͜͜ͅ-̸̛̈́̈́͗͛̃̇̎͐̂̔̓̚–
My eyes tore themselves open as I threw myself upright, falling off the comfortable metal table and onto the floor in a heap. My body had begun to shake again, and i pushed myself into a sitting position and locked the joints to prevent rattling. Only then did I get a good look at my surroundings, the ugly cold concrete walls and floor a trememdous contrast to the world I had just left a moment ago.
But what had that been? It was so real, so real - every blade of grass had been genuine and physical. What was this terrible thing that had been cast at my head, if that was the culprit behind my hallucination beyond compare?
I had to know - but later. Something much more important had just occurred.
He was free.
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I can now finally ping @NOTaHFfan to get his theorizing and reading done before I post any more. Sheesh, what a long wait this has been.
idk you’ll have to ask ghid
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Negate
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Ah a new chapter! I wonder who Volume is… and who exactly got free…