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I'm standing still, flabbergasted by what I've just witnessed, I've seen plenty of shit in my life time, trust me I have. But never have I seen a clock man controlling the flow of time to bring back dead people... or at least that's what I supposed it happened.
Ellios: what. The actual. FUCK?!
Faust: hm, it seems Dante has passed out from the pain, Meursault, if you may.
The tall man only nods as he begins to carry Dante inside the Bus.
Ellios: ... am I witnessing a kidnap?
???: would it surprise you if it was?
I turn to my left to see the man with the bug arm casually smoking a cigar.
Ellios: I mean, not really, you bunch don't really give the vibes of trusty people.
Gregor: I won't argue with that. The name's Gregor
The Bug man extends his hand for a handshake. Well at least there are friendly people among this group.
Ellios: Ellios, a pleasure to meet ya I suppose... so, what is this all about, are you guys like mercenaries? If so, sorry, but that was a poor performance, those guys really washed the floor with ya'all.
???: first of all, no, we're not mercenaries, and second, if the performance was so bad you could've lended a hand instead of standing around and watch.
I turn to my right to see a girl with a long hair- scratch that, her hair is massive; I'm surprise it didn't got in the way when she was fighting.
Eliios: okay, first, I was pretty much lost in my thoughts when you guys decided to go into a fight with people that clearly surpassed you in every way possible, second, I did lended a hand and beat their asses... once all of you were dead, but still.
The girl just lets out a tired sigh before extending her hand.
Ishmael: I'm Ishmael; I suppose you are our... coworker?
Ellios: no, I'm pretty sure I just clarified that I don't know what this company of yours is.
Gregor: yeah, but... you're wearing the company's clothes.
Ellios: come again?
I said confused as I look down, and he wasn't lying, my clothes weren't any different from theirs, which got me thinking, did I just spawn with clothes? If so, why? And why with the clothes of this company in specific, or any company for that matter?
Gregor: you okay bud? You seem to space out quite a lot.
Ellios: it's... nothing, I just came back from the dead and so far nothing is making sense to me, but I suppose that's normal, many things might've change during my absence.
Ishmael: well, how long have you been dead?
I try to remember... every damn second, day, week, moth and years that I've spended in that hell... unpleasant but necessary.
Ellios: how many years have passed since the destruction of L corp?
Gregor: oh, that? Only been two years.
... As soon as he says that, I can feel my soul leaving my body, I was out just FOR TWO YEARS?! I was expecting to hear "it's been decades" or something of the sort, but just two years?
Ellios: ... you sure you didn't mean like, two hundred years? Maybe two thousand?
Ishmael: he is telling the truth, it's only been two years- woah, are you alright, you look pale.
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More than just a second chance (Limbus Company X OC)
Fanfictionwe'll follow the story of Ellios, the one who in his time was considered by many as one of greatest fixers to have ever lived. but after his death, the only thing he can hope for, is the end of the hell that became the place he was forced to call hi...
