Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Oceanic Mysteries

NASA pressed his left hand onto his ripped-open stomach, electric wires sparked and purple fluid trickled into the ocean beneath them. The injury quickly rewinded, liquid crawling back into his stomach cavity.

"Won't you stop meddling and come back home?" WHO asked. She always asked that. Come back home, what a joke, NASA hated 'home', the heavens. Ever since he ran away he never wanted to go back.

There was once a time where he felt a duty to keep his people safe, everyone on earth. Talk about a hero complex now that NASA thought about it more.

The two of them were one in the same, created for one another. Of course, he felt bad leaving WHO to manage both workloads, but he couldn't take it, staying in that suffocating place parading as a paradise where gods roamed and angels sang.

"No, we've been through this a million times," quite literally, NASA's digital face flashed a displeased look.

WHO sighed, disappointed and a bit sad, as always. "I see how it is," She appeared behind NASA, her staff tore through space and time as well as the other man.

NASA quickly lifted his left hand to revert time, his floating torso reattaching with his severed lower half. A pair of blades clashed against WHO's staff, creating an ear-screeching noise.

The bigger lady used her free hand to grab onto her brother's helmet, crushing it beneath her palm as atom by atom, it was sucked into her hand like a parasitic black hole.

His helmet flickered with a flashing 'danger' message in all caps. Before she could break apart his entire head, the waves underneath them swirled with a quiet grumble.

WHO zapped a few meters away in a split second. A giant metallic whale shot out of the water, bringing waves crashing down that were larger than a tsunami. Its mouth was a hole circled in piercing sharp teeth. The being wailed before crashing back in.

NASA had a lot of 'pets', they used to be responsible for getting rid of defective things, like items that weren't supposed to exist in particular dimensions or entire timelines that just had to be ripped to shreds.

Everywhere his friends went, the abyssal void raged along with them, leaving not a spec of time or space left in its wake.

WHO swung her staff, fixing the very obvious rip in the sky that was created by NASA's little friend.

"I don't want to hurt you," WHO grabbed NASA by the neck. Man, it was kinda creepy how she just appeared everywhere.

She lifted the shorter man high into the air, a gentle smile still maintained on her fair face. His helmet was half gone by now, a giant hole revealing the man beneath the mask.

NASA's stoic eyes stared back at WHO, unyielding and sharp. The area around them warped and glitched, fizzing into static noise as the two of them battled. NASA tried to warp away while WHO tried to nullify his ability.

Their little fight warped the surroundings around them, nearby mountains looking like they got folded in half, the skies around them melted into black and the sea split into two around the siblings.

NASA clawed at WHO's arm, he chuckled, "Sister, you- eck- scold me for interfering- agh- but you're also interfering by trying to kill the prince- heuk- hypocrite."

"I'm just doing my job, upholding time and space as well as whatever interferes with the natural order. But I'm sure you wouldn't understand, would you? You did abandon your job without a single word and fled to some random dimension." WHO said, smiling, her grip tightened. Perhaps the only person she's willing to inflict pain on would be NASA because she knew he could heal himself easy peasy unlike fragile mortals or the other gods.