After escaping weapon X Facility, Y/N is found in outworld just outside of Sindel's palace in the middle of the night as she adopts him as her first son.
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The group steps out of the portal, their eyes taking in their new surroundings. The air is heavy, the very atmosphere thick with the influence of Titan Havik.
Y/N's gaze sweeps over the twisted landscape, the alien sky overhead like a malevolent eye watching their every move. He lowers his voice to a murmur, the grim reality of their situation setting in.
Y/N: Jesus... we're in Havik's realm now.
The other three companions stand quietly nearby, their gazes also taking in the eerie panorama before them.
Scorpion breaks the silence, his voice low and tense.
Scorpion: This place... it feels wrong. Like everything in it is twisted and corrupted.
Y/N's voice cut through the ominous silence, the implications of what they are seeing sinking in.
Y/N: It's clear now that he used the hourglass to reshape reality to his own twisted vision. Everything we're seeing here is a perversion, a corruption of what once was.
Y/N's expression is one of disgust and revulsion as he surveys the twisted landscape. The changes made by Titan Havik are evident everywhere they look.
Y/N: I don't even want to think about what kind of monstrosities he may have unleashed in this realm. With the hourglass in his possession, the possibilities for destruction are endless.
Scorpion's voice rings out, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the group.
Scorpion: There's no time to dwell on the horrors of this realm. We have upa mission to complete. Let's keep moving, and stay vigilant.
The group sets off, their movements careful and cautious. They traverse through the twisted landscape, their senses on high alert. The terrain is treacherous, the ground beneath them unstable and unpredictable, a reflection of the chaotic influence of Titan Havik's rule. After a while of trekking through the treacherous landscape, the group comes upon a bizarre and chaotic scene. It appears to be some sort of Khaos festival, a twisted celebration that mirrors the warped reality they find themselves in. The festival is an explosion of noise and activity, with twisted and grotesque-looking beings reveling in chaotic debauchery. The group cautiously moves through the festival, the chaotic and discordant atmosphere weighing heavily upon them. They pass by various booths, each one offering twisted representations of familiar concepts. They come upon a booth that seems to offer body modifications, but the "services" being provided by the deformed creature manning the booth are anything but reassuring.
Y/N's eyes fall on a worn and battered helmet displayed among the other strange items. The sight of it stirs memories, both good and bad, from a long, painful period in his past.
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Y/N's voice is low, a hint of recognition in his tone.
Y/N: That helmet... it's like the one from the Weapon X facility. It's the one they made me wear. All those years ago...
