Collection of Vex stories

Influence Of The Uproar

How could something dangerous be so beautiful? Sackboy had been trudging along with his jester guide and taking in the environment all the while. The sky and surrounding air seemed to be comprised of purple haze with scattered pieces from around Craftworld itself. There were even what appeared to be streamers with a red and blue zigzag pattern, seeming to come from the lord of the Uproar's outfit. 

As they walked, the pathway materialized below them, colored blue and green. He was trying his best to take it all in, the young child's home away from home. Trying to listen to what his father figure way saying and pointing out to him.

Vex felt an immense joy, the happiest he had been in a long time. Vex was showing his home to someone who could be classified as his enemy and was now his greatest creation, an individual that the jester had taken great pride in shaping in his image. The Uproar had changed very little since he had tried to conquer Craftworld, then again it was just as he liked it; chaotic and despair-filled, with just a touch of terror. 

Noticing the young child looking around in interest and awe filled him with amusement, the jester had been the same way when he had set out on his own,  ready to exact revenge on all those who would dare oppose him. Coming to a stop at what appeared to be the beginning of the Uproar, the bright light showed that they had indeed reached the end of the tour.

"Seems you enjoyed that Sackers. I hope I was able to fill your curiosity about where I came from and what Craftworld will look like once I'm done with it. If you have any questions, now is the time before my patience runs dry and I completely regret my decision of keeping you around. Fortunately for you, I have grown rather fond of you becoming my successor however it doesn't mean I will go easy on you. Just because you are a child doesn't mean I will exempt you from even the most rigorous training, it is life and death, once I'm done with you, our enemies will be sorry they ever crossed us."

Being used to similar training from his mentor's knitted knight trails and saving the Imagasphere from near godly beings, but Vex was a different story all together... Not only was he deadly but cunning and had lived long enough to learn from his mistakes should he learn any. That coupled with his deadly intelligence made him a truly terrifying individual; experiencing anything and everything and living to tell the tale, made him the deadliest enemy yet.

The young child's family even subject him to harsh treatments of their own, trying to toughen him up no matter how cruel it may have been. The young knight then realized he would rather take Vex's training, seeing how he already knew what the jester was capable of, whereas everyone else was unpredictable. Nodding his head with agreement, he suddenly felt an unexplained pain. Not wanting to worry or anger the other, the child simply brushed it off.

Feeling satisfied with himself and his success, Vex knew they would have to make their way back to the waking world. Surprisingly feeling well rested, he simply chalked it up to being in his nightmare scape for a longer amount of time. It was more than that; the Uproar being even more widespread and the young sack practically being a walking Uproar energy source, filled him with a power he never thought possible. Yes, he may have been a being made of chaos and despair but that was before he had reached his full potential and that had all changed when an unfortunate circumstance had befallen him. Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, he made sure the young sack was situated and closing his eyes, willed them to the waking world.

The first thing he noticed when waking up was they were still in the grassy field, sitting cross-legged with the child on his lap. The sun was rising, casting its pinkish golden hues across the landscape, effectively dying it an array of colors. The air was chilly, seeming to nip at your skin slightly like there were ice particles scratching. Whereas it had only been him and the young sack, there was now a visitor, looking up eagerly at its master. It was a small minion, body the shape of a strawberry, little arms with gloved hands, green tuff of air on its head, and small beady eyes was none other than a grunty. It was nothing but a baby, seeming lost without a parental figure. Nuzzling its master's leg, not wanting to be alone.