|| [ SNAP ] || [ A Take-on of a New SAMS AU] ||

Chapter 9 _- "Sun vs The Creator" -_

[SUN , FIRST PERSON]
As we reach the entrance to Earth's father's lab, I feel a strange sense of unease, but quickly shake it off as I readjust my posture to display a sense of confidence. Nothing could touch me now,  not with the new abilities I had in inventory.
We enter, now entering a rough, metallic room with two floors and a keypad laying at the top of the second floor.
"Wait here," Earth says gently, before approaching the stairs and heading in the direction of the keypad.
I sigh, crossing my arms, still feeling the slight fizz from the magical energy that lay dormant in my body. Something happened when that bunker exploded- something different.
I felt more powerful now, definitely, and my emotions felt more quick to change- mood swings, essentially. My moods now lingered more to the quote-un-quote 'negative' palette of emotions.
After a few more moments, I hear the sound of a door opening, the metallic whirring filling my ears as Earth returns.
"It's open! Come on, I'll take you to meet my father." They smile, before taking my hand and leading me into the room, taking me by surprise as I awkwardly try and keep up with her.
I glance around as I enter, the whirring machinery, the flashing screens, the advanced technology. My interest peaked, I can barely restrain myself from glancing around. While he wasn't great with technology and certainly didn't want anything to do with it, the many panels and words on it intrigued him, more so than what it did itself, anyway.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps, and I feel my chest tighten as I hear the voice of a familiar character ring throughout the room.
"Ah, Sun.. Daughter, welcome."
The voice belonged to the creator, also referred to as my dead-beat, fucked up father.
"Father, how do you know Sun?" Earth questions, pausing- "I haven't introduced you two yet."
"Well, my dear, Sun is your brother, I'd know. I made him." The creator answers, finally revealing his large brain mass- body mass as he floats over to us two, I tensing at the sight of the horrible being.
Me and Earth exchange glances. Maybe I should've guessed by the fact that our creator called Earth his daughter, but then again, I wasn't necessarily the brightest in the room, not by far.
"And," He continues, as Earth opens her mouth to say something, "It seems like he's in quite the pickle too. Earth, dear, while I fix him up, why don't you go to your room and watch some Barbie?"
Earth nods hesitantly- "Okay, father. But please tell me when he's fixed up! Bye, brother!" She smiles sweetly at me before racing past the creator to her room.
As soon as she's out of ear-distance, the creator's demeanor instantly changes, and I can tell as I tense up, subconsciously stepping back as I shuffle my hands uncomfortably.
"Now, what are you doing here? I don't think your intention was to waltz in with my daughter to my lab, correct?" He questions, his form moving over to his machinery as he appears to type something in.
"Well, I initially wanted to get fixed up, but I honestly would rather die than be fixed by you." I respond impulsively, my gaze fixing on the creator.
"Oh, snappy, are we? You want to get fixed up? I can do that, on one condition.." The creator begins, before I suddenly cut in.
"I said no, you're not getting your filthy tendrils anywhere near me." I snap.
"Oh, I never said you had a choice. Now, let me install my little device in your head and I can fix you up, or I'll just knock you out and install my device and not fix you up." He says matter-of-factly.
I grit my teeth, "And if I choose neither?"
"Sun, I give you two choices. You choose one of them. That's how choices work." The creator states, "Never the brightest, were you?"
"Well I'm making my own damn choice." I retort, feeling the magic begin to fizz in my hands again.
"Oh? No, no you aren't." He says, his voice losing any sort of mocking or playful emotion, "No, that isn't a choice."
"Well, I'm making it a choice, so you better let me leave or-" Before I can get another word out, I feel my body freeze as the creator mutters something into the computer, and after a moment, saying but three words:
"Sun.exe, power off."
Enshrouding darkness surround the corners of my eyes, before encroaching onto the rest of my vision.
And then I feel nothing.

WORD COUNT: 776
(with end credits and notes: 785)