War for the Nexus: a 6th Saviour story

Chapter 3: Agitated Energy

"Kevin Stephen report to Floor 17. I repeat, Kevin Stephen report to Floor 17." Said a voice over the intercom.  Kevin sighed, packing up his toolbox. He had been working non-stop ever since the Energy Spikes and he was slowly reaching his breaking point.

"I swear to God, if I've got to repair anymore offices today, I am going to lose it..." Kevin muttered, as he reached the elevator. He pressed the button for Floor 17, and soon exited. The sight of the entire floor made his eye twitch.

Floor 17 was in ruins. 'This is gonna take a long time.' Kevin thought, as he opened the toolbox, and pulled out a tape gun. Kevin taped over the Elevator doors, making sure that nobody would be stupid enough to enter while he was working.

Meanwhile, the Saviour was sat in a chair. She was back in the office where she first crashed. Twisted sat opposite her, leaning in his desk. Twisted had combed his hair and fixed up his attire, and was wearing his usual red glasses. Neither said anything, the two just stared at each other, waiting.

"So, are ye gonna jus' keep meh 'ere? Or are ya gon'a speak?" The Saviour began, and Twisted rubbed his face, taking a mouthful of tea from the cup he had in his desk.

"What do you want?" Twisted asked, keeping his voice low and serious. This made the Saviour tilt her head.

"What do ah want? What ah want?! Ah wanna know w'at teh actual fuck t'is place is!" She replied, her orange-ginger hair flaring up. She didn't like to swear, but she would if it meant people would answer her.

"You're at Twisted Studios Incorporated. We're a fan-fiction company inside Imagination City. We are on the verge of turning 2 years old, and I'm the owner/founder." Twisted stated, as he got off his chair and walked to his window. The Saviour joined him, and saw the city outside.

"Why is it called 'Imagination City'? What's so imaginative abou' it?" She asked, and Twisted just took another sip of tea. He slightly turned, just so the Saviour could see the corner of his eye behind his glasses.

"We're in Creativity, a space where Imagination runs free. Kinda like that video game... uh.... Little Big Planet? Anyway, anything you could ever want exists here. Want a perfect life? Boom. Waifus? Weird things to want, but okay. Literally anything you could possibly dream of exists here."

The Saviour's jaw dropped. Creativity? Imagination? Either the French girl hit her head harder than originally thought, or the Saviour was ACTUALLY in a place between the human mind and their ability to create things and imagine new concepts. But that was impossible, right?

Twisted seemed to be serious. Seeing his face as he looked out at the city made the Saviour think. The twinkle in his eye suggested that he was young, maybe under 18 years old. His fashion sense seemed to be non-existent, unless his style was more common than she thought. But the twinkle in his eye wasn't the most unusual thing about him. His eyes were a blue-green colour, but there were traces of orange surrounding his pupils.

'Central Heterochromia' she thought.

"I sometimes wonder if my creations were truely alive, you know?" Twisted blurted out. The Saviour looked at him, and Twisted kept going. "I'd like to imagine that if I ever met my characters, we would get along. After all, I put a little bit of me inside each of them."

The Saviour nodded, and thought about something. "If I am one of your creations, what would I have gotten from you?" The Saviour asked, and Twisted stared directly at her.

"The Saviour inherited my anger."

The Saviour went quiet. Her mind was wandering. If she truely was a character for a book, and she got her anger from Twisted, how angry could he possibly be? He had let a bit of it show earlier, but what would his full anger look like? The thought made the Saviour shudder.

The familiar whistle made the Saviour freeze. Twisted kept drinking his tea, unfazed. The Saviour went to ask him, but Twisted merely held his hand up, finishing the cup's contents.

"Now, if you're going to prove to me that I can trust you, first you gotta go see Julie. Her office is on Sub-Level 2. Got it?" Twisted said, cutting off the Saviour before she could even speak.

"Y-you didn't hear the whistle?!" The Saviour stuttered, as a large amount of PTSD returned to her. Her time in the Conversion War came rushing back, and the image of the Moribund Enchanter returned to her mind.

The Enchanter... but he was dead! The Saviour killed him herself! There was no way he could've survived.

"Well? Aren't you going to get moving along? Julie's expecting you, ya know." Twisted's voice brought the Time Lord back to reality, and the Saviour nodded, taking a map Twisted had in his hand, and the Saviour left his office.

(Edit: Potential RIP to my PS4. It's just started having issues, and whenever I turn it on, it beeps once, glows glow for a second or so, and immediately turns off. I'm unsure of what to do.)

After she left, Twisted reached into his pocket, and pulled out a phone. He quickly entered a number, waiting for the other side to pick up.

"Hello? Yes, it's done. Everything will go according to plan. No, no don't worry. Our plan will go ahead. Okay, goodbye." Twisted out the phone back into his pocket, and decided to rest his eyes. He lowered his head to his desk, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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He opened his eyes. The Nexus was in his grasp. He could feel it. Just a few more tricks, and everything would be done.
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The Moribund Enchanter emerged from the shadows...

'Let's see how you fare against my little.... Puppet.'