Oneshots, etc.

Even more old, unfinished oneshots

A/N: Forgot to put these in the previous mess of Random Unfinished Slash Abandoned Stuff(tm), so here, have roughly 5,000 words of really old nonsense. Again, I haven't proofread or edited these whatsoever in at least a year or two, so things might be a bit more of a mess than usual.

FTO: Views of the Past (June 24th, 2023, supposedly)
I think I started this sometime around 2021-2022, and it's probably never going to get finished, so. Also, yes, this is another crossover thing involving FTO S1-3. I write a lot of those, and then never post them. Enjoy.

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

A figure makes its way through shadowed archives, pausing occasionally to check something in its hand. As it reaches an aisle filled with crystalline objects, it stops for a moment, looking around. After making sure no one is nearby, it walks in.

Upon reaching the end, the figure begins to search through the crystals. Some are the size of a fingernail, others are bigger than a human head. Almost all of them are labelled in some way. The figure ignores the smaller ones, seeming to favour the larger crystals.

"Hmm... now which of these would have the most information about them?" They hum, pushing aside a row of glassy skull-shaped bottles with the words, 'LAST MOMENTS' carved into them, all of which are filled with a glinting dust. Behind the bottles is a chunk of jagged, dark blue rock, shot through with veins of gold. A length of string is tied around it, securing a tattered piece of parchment that serves as a label. Written on it is, 'W.A.V.E. MEETING NO.-' A blurred number, and below that, '+INTERACTION BETWEEN M&I'.

The figure squints at a faded date written on the back of the paper.

"Around two thousand years ago? No wonder this was right at the back..." The figure muses, before picking up the dust covered stone and smirking.

"This may be just what I was looking for." The shadow god slayer says, standing up and turning to leave.

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- He brings it to some of the people from the guilds, probably Mario, Jakey, Ritchie, Micheal, Lo'Pho, David, Inmo, Bryan and a few others.

The guild hall of Divinus Magia was uncharacteristically quiet. Emphasis on the 'was'.

A loud crash sounds throughout the hall as Micheal kicks down the door, and splintering it into pieces.

"RITCHIE GET OVER HERE! I FOUND SOMETHING COOL!" The sleep deprived mage hollers, getting the attention of several people outside.

The blue-haired devil slayer turns around in his chair, eying the shards of what used to be the door.

"Hello to you too Micheal. What do you need?" He says, as some of the other guild members poke their heads through the now-empty doorway.

"Well, I made an interesting discovery in some archives yesterday." Micheal cackles, tapping his fingertips together and strolling up to Ritchie. Mutters of, 'Oh no' and 'We're so doomed.' are heard from the group at the door, which consists of Kit, David, Lucas, and Mario. Ritchie gives his friend a concerned look.

"You seem... oddly excited. Are you alright?"

"Never been better! Now contact the Protectors please, I want to show them this too!"

"Who are you and what have you done with Micheal?" Ritchie says sarcastically, pulling a lacrima out of a pocket inside his cloak.

"I'm Micheal but extra tired and on a lot of caffeine, that's who I am. I kidnapped the sort-of-sane one and am holding him hostage in our brain-" Micheal says, slamming his hands down on the table opposite to Ritchie. He grins maniacally, visibly twitching.