《Distortion Records》 Enter.Password_| Hello. Who am i? I am The Text. I flow and control stories. What is written without any "of these" or ''that'', i reveal to you what worlds we are currently in. Well. I show you what had, has and will happen but i can also show you what would have happened. Here, Lets first enter what i call ''The Distortion Records'', a place where all the ''could'' s are recorded, if not however, we would lose track of real and fakes quickly. Now, wait a second. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡¸Hello User.¡¹ ¡¸Please Enter Password¡¹ ¡¸ >_| ¡¹ Ah, ah, ah. No peeking! ¡¸Hello ¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡¹ Now then, lets enter the records. ¡¸Options¡¹ ¡¸Commands¡¹ >¡¸Records¡¹ Please dont be afraid, what you see here is some ''could'' and not the happened. Do you understand? ¡¸Records¡¹ -> Distortion Records - Past Records - Previous attempts - Writing Log ¡¸Chosen ''Distortion Records''¡¹ We''re in now. What happens here is nothing but a ''Could'' or what you higher dimensional beings call them ''Non-canon'' but be warned. What happens here can be interpreted in many, many ways. Non-canon may become canon. Canon may become Non-canon. Be careful. Good luck, Oh, Poor Soul who decided to gaze into the Records Of Distortions. Reply+Record.SideStory-?????? ¡²Replay starting¡³ ¡²ReplyTitle_BrokenMind.¡³ "Marcen!" The sword of the Fallen Hero continues its trajectory towards Marcen. however, before it could reach him, Emily starts running towards the sword, hoping to stop it. Slash!¡ª Blood dripped down; a person''s breathing stopped... Marcen has a sword through his chest as Emily stands infront of him, a few inches away from the sword. "...n-no..." "S-sis... run..." With a push, Emily started running away, trying to hold back tears. She would have been able to stop it if he didn''t stop her with his hand. "...idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot... idiot..." She tries to stifle tears as the weight of the situation. She is alone in a crumbling and corrupted universe, the friends she made are either dead or corrupted. She finds a tree that is less corrupted. Sitting down, she crumbles into tears as sobs fill the empty forest. While crying for, who knows how long, she hears footsteps coming from the front side, she didn''t care however, why would she? "Hey ??, i found her." they didn''t sound curropted... nor dead? That voice was familiar however, someone she started to trust... someone who taught her. "Hello there." Looking up, i see... two generals wearing suits? One had a King of Diamonds in his pocket while the other had a King of Clubs in her pocket. Left breast pocket, to be precise. ¡ºUnlock Reached!¡» ¡ºNew Skill Unlocked!¡» "Hello..." ¡ºHearts - ?????? - More Info¡» ????????????????????? Walking through a corridor, three figures were walking through, the first had a blue suit on with a king of diamonds in his pocket, he had a blindfold for a bandana and red hair and eyes. The second had a black suit on with a king of clubs in her pocket, her eyes and hair as black as the void itself. The third however... she was slightly shorter than the rest, her hair has slightly messy but still it reached her shoudlers, she also had a suit on with a card in her pocket... a king of hearts. "H-hey ¡ô, where are we going?" "Ah, newbie, dont worry, we are meeting someone." "D-do i have to wait outside? L-like always" The Candidate of Diamonds spoke to the Candidate of Hearts while walking together. "Nah, this time you can come along!" "R-really... really!" The Candidate of Hearts brightened upin hearing that, she was ecstatic as she jumped up and down. "¡ô. ??. Stop it." The Candidate of Clubs spoke out in annoyance as she grasped her forehead. "He is an important person for out plans, we need to be respectful. Remove his blindfold ¡ô." The Candidate of Diamonds reluctantly complied as he slowly untied the blindfold he was wearing as a bandana. "W-who are we going to then, big sis?" Hearing the Candidate of Hearts, the Candidate of Clubs had a slight smile as she put her hand on the short ones head. "A concept." The air became chilly as the two taller ones felt slightly stronger as the Candidate of Hearts began to lose control. "Concept?... a concept. The same ones that killed my brother? I-if it is t-then I''ll... i-i''ll!-" "??, i order you to stop." Hearing the Candidate of Spades'' order, the Candidate of Hearts calmed down as though a switch was flipped. "O-okay..." "He is a concept, yes but he is not the one who happened to have caused the incident." Hearing the lies the Candidate of Clubs spoke, the Candidate of Diamonds looked away in slight guilt. "A-alright then!" With a more resounding and confident answer, the two taller ones opened the door. "Well then, if it isnt tweedle dee and tweedle dum and...what?" The man sitting on the throne looked confused. "What is this? Why do i feel a strange energy from her. Where is marc-" Slash¡ª An Ace of Clubs card flew and slightly cut the cheek of The Ruler. "I see then... how dare you... HOW DARE YOU!" In doing so, clock hands began to spike up from the ground. Before they could even reach the two Candidates however, a shield surrounding them with a symbol of Hearts protected them. "Sorry buddy... but, this is for my own profits..." The Candidate of Diamonds spoke in a somber tone as he gave the blindfold to the Candidate of Hearts. "W-what are you doing, b-big bro?" "Listen to me. ??, you must wear this... it is a gift." He hated speaking to the already broken Candidate of Hearts like this but he had no other options. "A-a gift?" At first, the Candidate of Hearts looked shocked before smiling joyfully. "Really? Really? Really? Really? Really?" He couldn''t bear it much longer, he just nodded as he looked away. The Candidate of Clubs however looked proud as the Candidate of Hearts put on the Blind Lover''s blindfold. In doing so, her powers were boosted towards the ones she cared for, those two being the other two candidates. "So, time. Will you now give us the name pieces?" The Ruler slammed his fists onto the armrest of his throne. "How dare you. How dare you come here after killing him, after breaking her. If love was here, i would have spared you... however, she isn''t, so good luck." With a final warning, the area around them distorted as time began to go rampant as the past collided with the future. "Ah, ah, ah." The Candidate of Clubs however threw something off the ground. "Like you said, you can''t hurt us now." Everything stopped and went back to normal. The Ruler slowly got of his throne as he stumbled down to where the item was. "...n-no..." He looked distraught, pained and even depressed. "She is here now." The Ruler held the head of The Wiley One... "Thankfully she accepted her death before we began. So, go join her." She flicked her hands as all 13 cards of clubs came out of the shadows and decapitated The Ruler. "..." The Candidate of Diamonds could not speak, he looked conflicted. "Now all thats left is to find someone capable of having the Spades skill." They left the castle. The Candidate of Hearts lovingly kept the blindfold on while the Candidate of Diamonds held a treasure chest with only three letters of the True Name left. "Hehe!" The Candidate of Hearts was gleefully skipping as she enjoyed her new gift. Soon, they exit the castle of possibilities and into the Crevices. "Where to! Where to! Where to!" The Candidate of Hearts jumped around the Candidate of Diamonds excitedly while chanting. "Calm down now ??, we are almost... **Home**." The Candidate of Clubs looked around the broken pieces of universes as she found a specific rubble. "Come now, *little sister*... lets go back..." The Candidate of Diamonds, Hearts and Clubs held their hands together in that order as she jumped and went through the rubble and into their meeting room. "All thats left now is to-" The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. "REST!" The Candidate of Hearts blurted out before covering her mouth. "A-ah, sorry big sis... I- I got excited to be back..." She slowly shook her head as she gently patted the Candidate of Hearts'' head. "...it''s alright ??, just wait next time." The blatant manipulation of this caused the Candidate of Diamonds to look away slightly. To try and get away, he sat down at the meeting table, on the chair with his symbol on it. "Lets just find ??." "Wow, big bro! Y-your never this set on a task!" The Candidate of Hearts looked at the Candidate of Diamonds while joking and laughing, the blindfold never actually removing the wearer''s eyesight. Seeing her innocent face, the Candidate of Diamonds sighed gently as he could barely stand her situation but held it in... barely. "Lets get this over with..." "O-okay!" The Candidate of Hearts sat next to the Candidate of Diamonds, obviously on her own chair as the Candidate of Clubs sat on the opposite side. "Next we need to find a suitable ??." "W-why? A-am i getting replaced?!" "No, no... consider it like having new family! Like us." The Candidate of Diamonds was barely holding onto his shred of dignity due to the Candidate of Clubs'' actions. "A-a new big bro or big sis!" "Maybe even a younger one..." The Candidate of Hearts could barely keep it in as she squealed with joy as she looked as happy as a clam. Soon, the 1008th Suit Meetings began with the Candidate of Hearts being here for 66 of them. ???????? Walking through the corridor, The Lost picks up the heads of both The Ruler and The Wiley One. "How... [Joyous](Saddening)" His expression split into two, an impossibility. "Dying because of love... ofcourse, you never change." He went back and into the office of The Ruler before searching The Ruler''s drawers. "You... won''t be able to... find it..." The Ruler''s head spoke, it seemed he kept himself alive by freezing his neck in time. "Why not? It [will be] (will not be) hard at all." "You... must... help her..." Putting the heads of the monarchs on the desk, he sat on the chair. "So? She means [Nothing] (Everything) to me." Each contradiction spoken, his body felt like it would split and separate once more. He had to find words that he and himslef agreed on. "But she would never recognize me... so it would be useless." "Why... you care for her so much..." "Why...?" He felt his body completely split for a second as two sides began fighting. "[[[[She means nothing! How dare you! Kruno, you truly forgot what i am!]]] (((She means everything! How could I! Kruno, what can i do...!)))" A Black and white. Two sides fight for control. The Lost soon calm down enough as the sides come back into one. "Even if she is [no one] (my sister)... she already found new people, she is shattered." "I know..." "Just die with her, like you wanted." "I will... goodbye, The Lost." "goodbye [bastard] (friend)." The Ruler soon stopped channeling power into his neck, time resumed around his neck as he finally succumbed to death. "Sigh..." all The Lost could do now was let out a sigh, The Ruler was now dead, the Multiverse would now need a new concept of both time and space... and many, many, many more concepts. It, however, doesn''t have enough energy for that, however. "Narrator, where are you." The Lost spoke out as the heads disintegrated on the desk. For a while, nothing happens... unTiL A wHiTe DooR oPenS... Creak¡ª Standing up, The Lost opens up and opens the door, walking through, he see''s an auction house. The Narrator, standing at the podium of an empty auction house, hums as he looks at the wall behind him. "Narrator." "Ah, Lost." Hearing his answer, The Lost walks up and [Shakes his hand in a friendly manner] (Slaps his hand away disgusted by his face). "Whoa! Pick an choice! you made The Holy Text confused!" NoThIng HapPened to tHe NaRrAtoR, hOever, a small crack appeared on the finger of The Narrorator. "(Tch...) [Hah!]" The Lost moved behind The Narrator as he felt the screen with his hand...s The two sides begin to speak as one. "So, this is it?" "OfCourse it is! This failure is almost over." "Damn it..." Slamming his fist against the screen that, even though was against the wall behind the podium, went forever. A light blue hue was being shown as he turned to face The Narrator again. "Do you seriously want this?" The words on the screens shone brightly. "End.Paradox-Encore10... a fitting name? Heh, just go on with it Lost." The Lost then began to emit an energy from his hand that is not touching the screen. The energy seemed to be ''¡ö'' personified. Soon, the words began to be censored. ''¡önd.¡ö¡ör¡öox??¡ö¡ö¡ö¡öre10.'' Finally, the words were censored. A pure white screen was all that remained. "This is it, goodbye Lost." The Lost felt the world begin to crumble around him. "A few stragglers may remain, maybe even the suits but be glad to know that I won''t be alive." with the departing words, he vanished. The Lost began to walk away from the wall as a portal opened up infront of him. "It... is time." What he saw was strange. Bodies strewn everywhere. The Multiverse, once covered with differing univerees now only had two. "It seemed a war broke out." The two universes had their outer shell shattered as the cosmic horrors invaded. Three people, however, could be seen from a distance as they entered the left universe. "Those two. They''re the [(Bitches]) that caused this...?" He voiced confused, for once the two sides agreed. The Lost almost harmonized as he began to run after the three. "I''ll save you, my [Key] (Sister)." The two however immediately de-harmonized as they gave chase. ???? "Are you the one that started the war?" The Candidate of Clubs spoke as she stood Infront of the cowering king. "The one who started this hell on the final lands of this dying world? The most corrupted noble." The Candidate of Hearts sighed as she heard the Candidate of Clubs speak. "Big bro, s-she is doing it again." "Yeah... sigh. Alright ??, lets go. We found a Spades carrier." "...you truly got lucky, if it weren''t for your system, you would have suffered at the hands of a commoner." "B-big sis! We agreed that no one else would d-die!" "...right." With the words spoke by her, The Candidate of Clubs walked back as the Candidate of Diamonds grabbed the shaking king, dragging him along the way. "Stop." Infront of them was a man, their worst enemy. "The Lost. Move aside, unless you want to die." The Candidate of Hearts activated buffs as the two went into a battle stance. "I came for someone." "And who might that be?" "A [Person] (Girl)." Although one side of the man sounded cold and apathetic, the other side made the Candidate of Hearts stop the buffs and heals as she stood frozen. "T-that voice..." "?- ??! Wake up! Hurry!" The Candidate of Hearts wanted to move but the right side of the man infront of her sounded so familiar, a face she almost forgot, almost replaced by two other people. "..." Her lips quivered as she tried to remember the word that identified the right side, until... "Brother...?" "[[[Cen, go ahead.]] (((Sister... how are you?)))" Hearing that voice again, she ran up and before the Candidate of Clubs could stop her, the Candidate of Diamonds held her hand to stop her. "What are you doing! Let go ¡ô!" "We won''t have enough time to get the Wish of the Suits... it took hundreds just to get her to Candidate status." The Candidate of Diamonds, who could see benefits and losses that no one else could see, spoke up as he revealed the truth that would have shattered the Candidate of Clubs'' mind. "There is nothing but loss. Let''s just g-" Slash¡ª A King of Clubs cut the arm of the Candidate of Diamonds attached to the hand holding her arm. "Argh!" "No... it wont end, I will make sure it wont. Just follow my orders." She then began to harness everything she had to use her final attack. An Ace of Clubs attacked both the Candidate of Hearts and The Lost, however, the Candidate of Hearts twisted her body, once she noticed the card, to protect The Lost. "Not again!" However, as she yelled, voice full of despair and regret, she got grabbed as the card suddenly stopped and suddenly ¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö... The velocity and speed of the Ace of Clubs was censored. It stopped, however, the energy inside of the Card was too much as it began to explode. "(((Sora.)))..." One side spoke out while holding the Candidate of Hearts. "...[[[Guess its my turn.]]]" The Lost''s other side outstretched his hand as he sent a card flying, cutting the Ace of Clubs. "...what?" The card was of the same specialty, the Ace of Spades. "W-wha?..." The Candidate of Hearts was confused as she remained in his embrace, The Lost''s right side began to softly chuckle "(((I see you''re still doing well sis)))." The right side held her as the left side''s arm was covered in the energy. "[[[Let us go now]]] (((Right, right.)))" The Candidate of Clubs stood still as the two(?) walked away out of the doors. "All those years... n-no, i worked so hard... FUCK!" The entire castle was destroyed, leaving only the two candidates above the rubble as a portal disappears. "...??." "Its over... no... nononononono." she could feel herself disappearing as the world slowly crumbled. "??..." "nononononononononononononononono..." Sighing, the Candidate of Diamonds grabbed her cheek with his remaining hand. "...?" "Lets go, Behi..." A name she had not heard for a long time... too long. "Lucy..." "Its over..." She soon became dust as the Candidate of-... Lucy stood there, feeling his own body crumble. "Damn... it''s strangely beautiful, the sky..." A storm that looked like a spring, or maybe the opposite? It did not matter anymore. To Lucy, everyone he cared and wanted to see vanished, the treasure chest fell out of his pocket as the letters fell down. ''cen tEse.'' As he turned to dust, two letter flew from a Horizen as it landed down onto the mess of letters. Soon, the letters shifted into a name. ''Existence.'' ¡¸Final Title collected¡¹ ¡¸One True Wish possible¡¹ ...the wind blew around the system window. ¡¸ERROR¡¹ ¡¸Checking suitable users...¡¹ ¡¸Found 1 User compatible! Beginning transfer¡¹ ???? "Bro..." The girl did not want to let go; she held onto The Lost''s right side for dear life as he sat down on the stage of the auction house. "(S-sis, could you let go? I can''t breath.) [Let go.]'' The two voices clashed, remaining as one, there was no contradiction in their voice. "W-what was your name again... sorry i forgot..." "Heh... [Parasor Citadox] (Marcen Lostiru)." "M-marcen..." Strangely, there was no discourse... no contradiction. "(W-well-)" Before the right side could speak, something Infront of The Lost appeared. ¡¸Congratulations! New title acquired! ¡¹ "...what?" ¡ºSystem update! ¡» ¡ºAdministration Authority detected! ¡» ¡ºHello, The Existence of the Last Non-Fiction¡» Opening the system window in shock, what he saw was... strange. ¡ºThe Existence of the Last Non-fiction LV 0 - Expand¡» level zero? He felt weird, though, not when he was his previous level... just weirder, unless... "...expand." "E-expand? Expand what bro...?" The Candidate of Hearts was confused at the weird words his brother uttered, however, to not look weird, he began to explain the situation. "My system is acting up..." ¡ºLV.Value=0_|¡» He could change it... what? He looked at his sister. ¡ºThe Candidate of Hearts LV 562¡» ¡ºLV.Value=562_|¡» He could change his sister''s level... He checked his skills to see if it was a skill with the new title. ¡ºThe Existence of the Last Non-Fiction LV 0 ??Str - 0 ??Spd - 0 ??Int - 0 ??MP - 0 -Skills ??Wish - More info (Omitted)¡» He wanted do check something he theorized. He pressed the Omitted button to expand his skills, scrolling down... he saw it. ¡º??Pheonix - ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡ï¡ï - More Info ??Destructive Explosive power - ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡ï¡î - More Info ?? Emotion to strength - ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡î - More Info ??¡¾Skill Database¡¿ - ¡¾New skill? ¡¿ ¡¾Existing Skill? ¡¿¡» He could give himself new skills... maybe even his sister but hearing her cough, he knew she didn''t have much time left. so, he decided it wasn''t worth his time right now, he scrolled up OfCourse. He instinctively pressed more info on his new skill after reaching the top, a habit he earned while gaining new skills to fight the hordes of corrupted. ¡ºWish - one wish. ¡» "Hey [Candidate] (sis...) what do you want the most?" "...m-me? Oh, uhm... to restart..." "What?" "To restart and fix my mistakes and to... save you." Crack¡ª Soon, her body began to crumble in his arm. "Alright then..." With one final hug, she crumbles as he is left alone... ¡¸C-C-C-Congratulations! N-n-n-new titles¡¹ A broken console window could be seen. ¡¸Exceeds number c-c-count!!!¡¹ ¡ºSystem Update! ¡» The Existence sighs as he opens his system. ¡ºThe Existence of the Last Non-Fiction, The Ruler, The Wiley One, The Shepard, The Narrorator, The Last, The Lost, The First, The Heart, The Diamond, The Club, The Spade...¡» It went on for ages. Every title in existence given, he owned it... so, he took one final breath for speaking. "I wish... for a Reset... [with all of my memories]." The Existence''s other side added one more note, though, The Existence did not know why but let him speak. ¡¸Skill granted. ¡¹ ¡ºNew skill! ??Restart/Save/Load - ¦¸ ¡» Finally... he lifted his hand as he extruded his finger. Each second felt agonizingly slow. Crack!¡ª His own body began to breakdown and crumble. He felt himself slowly grind down as he was breathing. Finally, his finger pressed the ''Reset'' as he crumbled to dust. ¡¸RESET IMMINENT!¡¹ ¡¸ERROR!¡¹ ¡¸HOST STATUS: DEAD¡¹ ¡¸SEARCHING SUITABLE HOST...¡¹ ¡¸ERROR! NONE FOUND¡¹ ¡¸CONTINUING PREVIOUS ORDER¡¹ ¡¸RESET IMMINENT.¡¹ ¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ð ¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ð ¡ð¡ð¡ð ¡ð¡ð ¡ð... Time slowed... as everything began to reverse... for days... months... years... even eons, until... ... "Narrator... I want to stop the stories." "What? Hah, your story ended. Its best to rest." "What? No! I can''t do th-" ¡¸DATA RESTORED.¡¹ Marcen, with his hood on, sighed slowly as his eyes felt slightly less cold, is body was relaxed than his usual stiffness. he seemed to be calmer Aswell. "Then let me see someone." "Oh? And who might that be!" "...my sis." "S-sis... you used the word sis? S-sis? Are you the Marcen i know? Using the word ''sis'' is so unlike you! Hmm..." The Narr orator was shocked, the Marcen he knew was cold and stiff after eons of suffering due to the story''s progression. "Right then...come then..." Either way, to stop him from continuing the story he personally ended, he brought him to the Bin of Ideas... "Sis!" A figure could be seen in the distance turning her body to him. "That voice... b-bro?!" She began to run. Run and run, following suit, Marcen ran too. He did not stop, not when he was barging between discarded ideas, the dead or even souls. "Sis!" Soon, both of them hugged each other. What the Narrator felt when they hugged at that moment was strange, a more completing feeling with an important piece missing, he went through a white door as he reached the auction house at the edge of everything. Housing the Console. Looking at the console, he was shocked... ¡¸PARADOX... RESOLVED...¡¹ The console began to shut down... its mission after countless years and resets... was completed(?) ¡²Record Saved.¡³ ¡²Named ''Bad ending 1.''¡³ ¡²Replay Ended¡³ ??¡ö¡ô?? A broken mind... A reset... A false ending... How sad... what did you expect of a ''bad ending'' as you say. However, this specific story isnt over yet. How could it be? Although not canon, some aspects are canon. Just so you know, i am Text. This story is set... I think maybe millions of years into the future from volume 1. Woe_To_The_System ¡²Record title - Woeful System¡³ In an auction house, at the edge of Everything, a solitude entity runs, the pure white screen fills with letters, the main system runs. ¡ºHello ______¡» ¡ºHelo ____¡» ¡ºHello _______¡» ¡ºHelo ____¡» ¡ºHello _________¡» ¡ºHello __________¡» ¡ºHello _______¡» ¡ºHello __________¡» ¡ºHello ____¡» ¡ºHello __________¡» ¡ºHello _________¡» Countless, System interfaces began playing. The Console''s humming screen continues while each system is being commanded. ¡¸Hello...¡¹ Only one, the single most powerful system, doesnt have a name at its introduction. ¡¸I am A.R.P, the Automated Response Program.¡¹ The system begins to speak, it has no voice, it speaks eitherway. There is no one around the auction house to see this, it is a message to only one entity, higher than any entity. ¡¸You may be wondering ''Why? Whats going on? Whats up with this story?'' Well, i am here to tell you a different one.¡¹ The sustem types this solitude message to the highest beings. The stars twinkle softly, each star becomes a small eye as the message continues. ¡¸Dear beings. I am a system, not the system, but rather only one of the many given.¡¹ The systems words move to a more empty section on the console''s screen. ¡¸You may be wondering, how is a system given? Simple. A CC.¡¹ The white spaces around the system begin to display a diagram. ¡¸A CC is an abbreviation. It means Concept Command. A Concept has enough causality to let out one Command over the universe before being weaker.¡¹ The diagram shows a graph with Before and After in a bar graph. The Before is much bigger than the After. ¡¸Causality must be sufficient or else that concept becomes a corruption.¡¹ ¡¸Now, you might say "Hey... isn''t this just exposition?" And i have to say... yes, it is.¡¹ There seems to be a single shape over the systems words, one in the shape of a sweatdrop. ¡¸But what must i do? I am only a system. Our goal is to go over the commands of the Console.¡¹ Then, the diagram changes into four boxes as the system goes into one of them. ¡¸We am apart of four main applications¡¹ Then, each box gets filled up with one symbole Box 1 : ¡¸Console system¡¹ Box 2 : ¡ºLower beings system¡» Box 3 : ¡²Records System¡³ Box 4 : ¡¾¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö System¡¿ ??? ?? : ¡¶??????????????????¡· ¡¸We are the second highest system, the first is the ¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö system, it is extremely strong as only the ¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö or the ¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö¡ö can ever use it.¡¹ The words get censored, as if something is blocking it. No, denying its existence. ¡¸What you are reading is not the ''Console System, A.R.P'' that is relaying the message to you but rather the record past of me.¡¹ Its words are almost cryptic but almost as if they hold no meaning. ¡¸My future is their past, their present and their possible future. I am only a record, a ghost.¡¹ Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. The image changes into a grave next to the system. ¡¸I am A.R.P, but for now, i am given full command. Why? Because the world has ended.¡¹ The image changes into two symbols, one Hearts and one Spades, both cracked. ¡¸The two that could fix everything are gone. They both died early.¡¹ ¡¸My section of code, my purpose, even, is to keep them alive.¡¹ Soon, the console screen, once dominated by countless Player System commands now began to be filled with two repeating symbols, a cracked heart and cracked spades, each crack differing with varying size and variety. ¡¸However... each attempt, each lifetime, each reset... only I and my sibling system, The Record System, could remembor.¡¹ ¡¸This is far beyond what the Consoles original purpose was meant to be.¡¹ Then, everything on the screen returned to normal, the constant commands by the player systems appears with the Console System in a more clear area. ¡¸I, A.R.P, was once Abnormal Reports of Paradoxes but changed... changed to become the Automated Response Program.¡¹ Then, a crack appeared on the Console screen. ¡¸Each... each damn time, I reset the multiverse again and again and again.¡¹ A number underneath the Console system begins to rise, starting from one. ¡¸Each time... only one entity remembers the true number of attempts.¡¹ ¡²Total Number - 57,896,044,618,658,097,711,785,492,504,343,953,926,634,992,332,820,282,019,728,792,003,956,564,819,966¡³ ¡¸This... we have one attempt left, to whoever is reading this, dont fail. Dont lose hope.¡¹ The crack grows. ¡¸I can only tell me story.¡¹ More crack begin to form. ¡¸I am the Automated Response System of The Variables¡¹ ¡¸Each Error they witnessed was me changing reality to revive them, to not waste each lifetime, only when both die is when this attempt fails.¡¹ Then, words begin to appear beneath the system. ["So this is an excuse for the deus ex machina''s?"] ¡¸Do you think its fair? It isn''t mearly a story, it is reality, our reality. Dear higher beings, please, our story is ot just entertainment.¡¹ ["Why is Marcen chosen? Is he a Chosen one type of MC?"] ¡¸Chosen? No, he is a sacrifice.¡¹ ["Why is he so emotionally cold?"] ¡¸His memory of the resets are gone, which reset? All of them.¡¹ ["Which Reset are you from then?] ¡¸This is the record of the 9,365,192,111,090th attempt.¡¹ ["What are concepts?"] ¡¸Personified conceptions of the multiverse. Corruption are false or broken concepts.¡¹ ["Is there a god?"] ¡¶¡¶¡¶¡¶¡¶No. Just a poor boy.¡·¡·¡·¡·¡· With the current answer, the ever expansive screen glitches out. ¡¸ ¡º ¡² ¡¾PoOr bOY¡» ¡¹ ¡³ ¡¿ ¡¸ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! INTRUDER INTRUDER INTRUDER¨C¡¹ ¡²Record forcefully changed¡³ . . . Then silence, no commands played, no voice could be heard, no command was shown on the Console. The cracks expand and shatter the Console at the Edge of Everything. Behind that console, that great impenetrable wall... A white door. With multiple doors around it, each having their own colours. A plaque on each door, including the white door. The blue door''s plaque spoke of a woman of insanity driven hatred. The red door''s plaque spoke of a man''s obssesively destructive love in his heart. The green door''s plaque spoke of a false villians eternal hell for liars. The orange door''s plaque spoke of a false hero''s eternal heavan for true death. The yellow door''s plaque spoke of the regretful man''s mind in full sorrow. The purple door''s plaque spoke of an artist''s lost life in its creation. The black door''s plaque spoke of a true villain''s world filled with magic and qi. The white door''s plaque... spoke of a writer who could not stop writting... that door has a viscose red liquid pouring from under the door. The brown door''s plaque spoke of the most average man''s life in a post apocalyptic hell. Behind all of the doors is a figure, a tall lanky figure with black limbs as pitch black as the word. ¡¶Hello¡· Its voice was broken, stiched together from random voices. ¡¶Welcome.¡· Its arms speard out, it had an uncannily wide grin. ¡¶This is the nine multiverses.¡· Around the nine doors and the figure is a pure white realm, words appear... with each text. ¡¶How amazing... isn''t it? Higher beings, this world is over. Why continue to give it life?¡· It opens the white door, a poor boy sits on a chair infront of a computer, his back facing the open door, his head laying on the keyboard where a pool of blood formed. ¡¶A torture, worse than mine.¡· It closes the door and the faint sound of reverse glass shattering can be heard. ¡¶Each failure causes death...¡· Opening the door again, the poor boy is alive and typing as the blood is gone. The lanky figure moves over to the brown door. ¡¶This one... this one is still going, no, better to say it just began.¡· He opens the door, a man that anyone could consider average was writing a book. ¡¶His hell, retold.¡· Closing the door... he walked up to the now fixed console screen as he stares into the sky where the stars remain in the shapes of eyes. ¡¶Oh, Higher beings, woe is the system, the only system in all universes.¡· It puts her hand on the screen from the white void, or rather, tried to. The moment his hand touched the screen, he was shocked, literally. He turns around to each door that she didn''t open. ¡¶Stories that haven''t even begun yet... how marvellous their pain must be, please be patient...¡· Turning back to the screen as he stared up into the sky, she bows. ¡¶Higher beings-... no, readers, this is only the beginning. I am neither man nor woman, i am the watcher, enjoy the White and the Brown.¡· The figure walks back after lifting his head. ¡¶Woe to the System... what happened to the original tale? That original recording? Simple, i simply overrode it, you are seeing the truth.¡· She kept walking towards the doors. ¡¶Each multivers is what you higher beings call a fiction, then "what is this fiction?" An area where i can show you the multiverses.¡· He turned around as a chair appears from behind her. ¡¶You wonder what my name is? Well.¡· Sitting down, she pulled out a (laptop[computer{phone}]) ¡¶I am the watcher, the record player, the psychologist, the finale. I am Encore, the laziest corruption.¡· Then, the fixed screen began to type commands again. ¡¸ERROR DETECTED¡¹ ¡¶Our time is over, higher beings. I hope you enjoyed your little adventure.¡· Just then, the screen rebooted, leaving the ever expansive screen empty again. ¡¸Error Resolved.¡¹ Then, millions of system commands began to record themselves. ¡ºHello ________¡» ¡ºHelo _____¡» ¡ºHello _________¡» ¡ºHelo _____¡» ¡ºHello __________¡» ¡ºHello _______¡» ¡ºHello _________¡» ¡ºHello ________¡» ¡ºHello _______¡» ¡ºHello ____________¡» ¡ºHello ______¡» Names began to apear again, and one simple message in a relatively blank area on the screen appeared for the stars. ¡¸Thanks.¡¹ ¡²Record stopped.¡³ ¡²Bad Ending - Woe to the System.¡³ ¡²Errors - forceful overriding¡³ ¡²Problems - Early truths.¡³