Fortnite: The Mythical Looper

Prologue

"There's a reason why I brought you here, Zeraora."

A voice echoed throughout the pitch black darkness of an unknown abyss. An abyss where, lost and searching for its source, an electric, bipedal cat looked around in confusion. "Timeline after timeline, I've come across many like you," the voice continued. "Cowardly, absentminded, lost... pathetic. But, at the same time, you could be of use to me."

Of use to you? I'm not who you think I am, being of darkness, The Zeraora thought. Visions of colorful spectrums and blinding lights rushed through his mind, flooding it like the darkness in his eyes.

"Thoughts speak loudly, my friend. The quieter the person, the louder the mind. That's why I seek your 'help'," the being spoke; it had yet to reveal itself.

"My imagination is not a puppet to the likes of you..!" The Zeraora yelled suddenly at the hidden being. "Now where am I..!?"

A simple, taunting chuckle resounded from the dark. "So you can't be of my service, hm? It seems like you're resisting."

Zeraora said nothing, charging up his fists with electricity and plasma. The abyss was now slightly brightened, but not enough to give a visual of the being hiding in it.

"I'd call it retaliation, now," the voice said. A soft purple glow appeared not too far from the Zeraora, revealing a tall silhouette. "I wouldn't underestimate me, Zeraora."

"I'd say the same thing," The Zeraora replied, his eyes glowing light blue. "You're keeping me here out of my own free will. I take this as a threat."

"It's no threat, it's a promise. A promise you haven't heard yet." The silhouette said, raising an arm up slightly. In its hands shone purple energy in the shape of a cube.

"Your magic tricks don't scare me. What do you even want of me anyway!?" The Zeraora yelled slightly, demanding an answer.

The silhouette floated to the ground, its brightened aura temporarily blinding the Zeraora. "You're merely a fool. If only you understood that you are much smaller, and much weaker than me... however, you can be... a distraction to what I really want."

"I said... I won't be a- GAH-!" The Zeraora was being held in the air by the neck with purple energy.

"I don't think that attitude will be necessary." The figure sounded feminine now; its voice seemed to go back to normal, however there was a strange echoing distortion effect still in the way it spoke.

"Who a-are you..!?" The Zeraora choked out.

"We'll leave that for you to figure out." The figure stepped forward, raising her arms into the air. At her summoning, a horde of strange creatures arose from the darkness in an array of golden lights.

"What the-!?" The Zeraora looked around, intimidated. He was outnumbered.

"My power is much more than you think it is." The creatures had started circling him and grew closer, growling creepily.

The Zeraora snarled, looking around him. His fists glowed brighter. "And I think you've underestimated my power as well." In the blink of an eye, he had pounced forward and stabbed one of the creatures with his claws, watching it crumble to purple dust.

The figure watched, impressed, and crossed her arms with a smirk. "Impressive, Zeraora... but it's not enough."

The Zeraora jumped at each creature that approached, tearing them apart with his claws, until only a small group remained. He blasted them with a strike of electricity and turned to the figure when his work was done. "I will get out of here... even if it means I must kill you!"

He jumped at the figure, only to be frozen midair. The figure laughed a long, distorted, cynical laugh and brought him closer. "The time for games is over..."

A portal materialized in a flash of purple and blue lights. The Zeraora struggled against the figure's grasp as he was slowly forced towards it. "You'll learn your place," said the figure, and he was thrown into the portal like a piece of pitiful trash.