LESSER KNOWN AUs ADVENTURE

*HOW TO REWRITE HISSTORY FOR DUMMIES.

Everything could have different. Based on the choices that were made, the deals butchered, the ideas hatched, and the path we choosen to travel long ago; everything could be different.

This particular dream could have just stayed jet-black- empty, without any mystical interuptions. Especially not ones that threaten your life.

Yet, sometimes, it isn't the choice we make. And, well, every so often; history tends to wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

And when they do... they think to themself, gee, wouldn't be great if I rewrote myself? I think that would be fun, wouldn't it?

Thus, it was done. Three nightmares that day were transformed into actuality. 

Let's start with the first one... a prideful fuzzball roaming his imagination. A terrible mistake. For him.

Now, he will meet history themself.

"Listen up, 'cause, I have to tell you something very important, kitty." The comand was sodden with layers of a torment and somber suggestion.

"It's just a tiny, itty-bitty favor. Heh heh! Stop shaking! It will literally take, like, three days at the most." The deep-throated voice cackled, resonating all throughout the indistinct, murky haze. Then, the sound of a whip-cracking shattered the tension. 

"So, I got plans. Really big ones. Bigger than you can ever even dream up in that claustrophobic skull of yours." The stranger enunciated each word deliberately with an pulsating aura of narcissism. The phrases ticked down our dreamer's spine.

The unnerving individual contuined with a snicker; "You know, I absolutely hate it when I have to convice myself to do something."

"But, well... you know." The unnatural pause implied a shrug. "You do what you gotta do, am I right?" Hoarse laughter boomed throughout the obscure area like a drunken caterpillar.

Our fantasizer then attempted a speech- a particularly nasty one brimming with a few choice words- when the temperature around him suddenly plummented. His tirade expelled from his mouth in a plume of icy smoke.

"Hey, it's rude to interupt someone who's talking." The opposer remarked, his tone dropping to a scarce whisper. A sinister smack echoed around them, pounding in our fool's eardrums.

Our visionary shook, but refused, inwardly, to give in just yet. He wanted to ask, what are you doing here, but it dissipated as soon as it abandoned him.

"You aren't the one in control here, mister." The detached voice tutted. "Let's get back on track, shall we?"

"Ah yes... my plan."  The villainous phantom began lavishly. "You have the easier part: you just have to kill one person. Maybe a few people, depending on what happens." He added with a imaginary flick of a hand.

Our hero could not move, could not speak, and just couldn't belive what he was hearing. The presence was closing in on him. The air grew crisp with the scent of cruching snow.

You... can't... Our wanderer gasped and coughed, struggling to make any sound, just one sound.

The unyielding felon didn't speak for a moment. In the distance, a blue spark of magic fizzled, forming into a wide smile. "I don't think you have much of a choice. Besides, what'cha going do with the rest of your miserable life? Sob yourself to sleep?" A loud chuckle empty of any emotion escaped into the air. "Maybe you should prove to me... to everyone, just who you should be."

There it was, the ghoul was now whispering beside his cheek, their breath brushing away all sense of security. "Here's the deal. I've got a few people to help you, alright? Take as long as you want, but when I get there... you best be ready, eh?"

Sweat poured down our coward's skull. His only desire was to leave. Grant this place the permission to slip away, never again to be touched, never again even to be thought about. Like exhausting the intrigue of discovered rubble. Nothing but a distant memory. It would take a while, yes... but...

Please.

He tried to imagine his assailant's face now... twisted in pleasure, his beady eyes glinting...

Then he realized he had no clue what it even looked like.

"All you have to do is kill them." The ruffian explained. "The human in charge of the AU, and anyone else in you way. Well, except for you." He added with a low twitter of amusement. "Yeah... you might get in the way a lot."

Our sentimentalist gave him the toughest glare he could manage. I'm just fine on my own! He mouthed  dangerously.

"Hey... I don't blame you. I really don't. However, you have to perform this little favor for me, okay? You know why?" His foe leaned in more. The sick gurgle of dripping goo echoed across the lonely terrain.

Our disgruntled prophet swallowed back a fluctuating concoction of anguish and useless, but his favored choice; soundly-on-his-knees, desperate pleading for mercy. Still, he  couldn't let this goon get under his skin. No, not now.

The vile brute snarled, snapping him back to harsh reality. A shivery coil curled around his head,  snatching it quickly backward. "Pay attention!" They demanded in a sudden vigor. The shock of it marooned our advocate in a sea of terror.

"All you have to do, " They produced a thin sigh. "Is say yes."

The heated quiet seared a wound into his back. They both waited, panting servant and the patient master; for the right moment that never seemed to come. Time slowed to a meaningless crawl. Our vagabond quivered on the edge of death or life, including the savage cost. Working under someone's wing, and committing a crime worse imaginable.

A life for a life...

He was a goner.

It's not like I practice killing for a sport. He objected bitterly. Regardless of that...

What kind of choice do I have?

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