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Category: Original Characters

Scarlet Lake

October 18, 2018 (updated December 6, 2020) Published by DragonOtaku

The sun is dark. It’s a false shine that gives people hope, and guides them through times of darkness. A flame in the pitch black world of security and safety we live in. The very same shining sun that reflects off the water. The water of the oceans, the lakes, the rivers, and the puddles. It makes them, maybe, even more beautiful. But not now. I live where it does not. I can see the darkness within the light. I’m no optimist, but not even an optimist could find the light that should reflect off the surface of the water. Everyone thinks that the surface of a lake is typically serene, beautiful, and still. But they are so captivated by the sight that they forget. There are things under the surface of the shining lie: only I know what they are. And it’s a horrifying knowledge to have. It cost me my life.

I wandered across the edge of the lake, eager to find out it’s secrets and the secrets of what surrounded it. It was beautiful, there were all kinds of animals and insects, most of which seemed impossibly magical. This was my favorite place on earth. I had no idea about the danger and darkness surrounding it that would eventually be what led to the end of me. The true beginning of my short lived and joyful life. The end of what had all been a lie, the beginning of the painful truth. Maybe I would have cared if I could still feel that pain.

I was, as most children that age were, careless and easily excited. I was contented by the smallest of things, pleasant surprises, and knowing that there was what seemed to be an entire world waiting for me to explore it.

Category: Horror

The Association of Super Beings and Extraordinary Humans: Chapter 15

October 18, 2018 (updated December 6, 2020) Published by MorbidToast

Well, we had the pleasure of meeting Killer Watt for the vert first time. Tyler named him since well, he’s ol’ Zap’s biggest rival. A being made of pure electricity. Well we thought so for a while but that’s another story for another time. Maybe I’ll tell it if I feel like its a good time to. Hopefully I’ll be a lil better at actually putting my stories to virtual paper by then. Who knows? Anyway back to the story. So we’ve met Killer Watt. Big, scary and basically a walking lightning strike. A smart lightning strike. You know how they say it can’t strike twice? Yeah, Killer Watt would beg to differ. I was pretty much out; I didn’t expect that kind of shock, to which I should’ve but like I said, I’m not that smart. Though I did manage to touch it. Remember that for later. Anyway, I was out. Not out cold, but the shock to my system fucked me up big time. My vision was blurred and trying to stand was a task and a half. Fe and Axel had to lift, and then carry me out of the second warehouse and into a smaller one. Kinda like a spare storage shed thing. All while being chased by 100,000,000 watts of pure rage and hunger. All in a days work they’d probably say right now, but back then? They said something like

“HOLYSHITFEWEREGONNADIEIMGONNADIETHERESSOMUCHIWANTEDIFWEDIENOONEWILLTELLKYLEHESDUMBOHGODNO!!!!!!”

“Can it for a minute boom brain we need to think!!”

“BUTWEREGONNADIETHETOUGHESTHERECANBARELYSAYHISOWNNAMEWEREDONE!!!!”

They managed to give him the slip while dragging me around and we found a quiet spot inside the warehouse the other three had snuck into. They set my down and Fe began to come up with a plan, while Axel freaked out. So, with all the strength I could get, I had to calm him down. It was either that, or we wouldn’t get anywhere. Not while he was freaking out.

“A-A-Axel…”

“NONONONONONODONTTELLMEYOUR’EGONNADIE!!!”

“Im….im not gonna die you cock end just shut up and listen”

He seemed shocked that I had been so abrupt, but I had to. He wouldn’t have listened to me otherwise. I managed to straighten myself up, already feeling a lil less sore.

“We aren’t gonna die here. That….thing out there won’t kill us. It won’t kill you”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?!?! YOU GOT KNOCKED ON YOUR ASS!!!”

“Am I dead?”

“What kinda question is tha-!”

“Am. I. Dead.”

“N-no…”

“Then it missed its chance. I’m not going to die, and neither are you”

I rose to my feet, feeling dizzy and some stinging in my hands and arms, but relatively unharmed. I fell forward a bit, putting on hand on Axel’s shoulder to steady myself.

“I lost someone before, Axel. I’ll be damned if I lose someone else”

As I said that, its arm crashed through the steel doors, creating an absolutely agonising metallic screech. I pushed the other two aside, the adrenaline kicking its way all around my body. Even if I couldn’t touch it, that sure as hell wasn’t going to stop me from keeping it as far away from them as possible. I didn’t even notice the sound had made my ears bleed. It ripped its way through, and lumbered its way towards me as fast as it could. This time, I felt my body push itself. I can count the amount of adrenaline in my body by the feeling in my chest. At max adrenaline, it feels like my heart is actually on fire. So it FEELS like I’m having a heart attack, without actually having one. Scary I know, and believe me when I say it really is. The usual amount is pretty simple. My chest tightens a bit and I feel my heartbeat get faster. My skin reddens I think too. As it gets higher things stop working. If I get to the max limit, I can’t even feel pain. Crazy right? Anyway, I had reached 150% of my maximum limit. Killer Watt slammed its tree trunk like arms down at me and, to my surprise I caught them with some relative ease, but didn’t feel the shock this time. Though I could feel its “skin” burn through my gloves with every second. I realized I had to get it outside. Fight it in open ground. I ducked and went for the gut shot, landing it with an impact that sounded like a damn cannon blast. My arm shook quite violently from the force, but thankfully, I hadn’t forgotten my shock absorbers (no pun intended). It pushed him back, but not enough. He grabbed me and flung me upwards, through the roof and out onto the pier. As I struggled to get to my feet, Emily piped up, hurting my already bleeding ear.

“Jack, what’s happening!??! Your heart rate is skyrocketing! I’m gonna have to send a medic team this is way too dangerous!!!”

“No! Don’t send anyone! Contact Tyler and get him to my location!”

“I can’t! It’s just static!”

Then it hit me. Static. It was interfering with our comms! How?! Well it became pretty obvious. It was made out of ELECTRICITY. It was basically a walking scrambler, jamming or disrupting any electronic equipment near it. Which meant, no back up. No need for it either. I wasn’t about to endanger the lives of others just because one freak hit me harder than I expected. Though I have to admit, I was pretty scared. I hadn’t met anything or anyone that could take more than that kind of punch, let alone to the stomach. At least, I thought it was its stomach. I had to get away from it and get it away from here. It can’t jam anything that’s too far away right? Made sense to me so I turned and tried to run but each step shook my already burning head. It had gotten me pretty good and I could hear it tearing its way out trying to find me. Why me? No idea. But at that point, so long as it was away from the others I was a-okay with it coming after me. I kept going, knowing full well that this thing was closing the distance. It was now or never, so I grabbed a shipping container (as you do) and flung it right at that walking fuse box’s ugly ass head. And boy did it hit. And it certainly didn’t like it. I ran, pushing my legs and my adrenaline to make sure I got away. As soon as I felt I was out of it’s range, I tried to get to Tyler and to my surprise it worked

“What’s going on?!?! Jack!?!”

“Ty! Some big ass electric…thing is here!”

“What….”

“We didn’t find D! Dom wasn’t here and then this thing attacked!”

“Where are you?!”

“I ran! I had to get through to you!”

“The others!?”

“I’m….I’m not sure…”

He was silent for a minute. Of course, I knew they could handle themselves. They might’ve even managed to either A) get away from it, B) snuck past it or C) it was still after me. In any case, Tyler had a plan.

“Go back and get the others. Try and lure it to the Kaiser Energy power station. You know it?”

“Of course how can you miss it”

“Then lure it there. I’ll be there waiting. Make it quick!”

“Got it!”

I turned right back around and ran back. It got there and boy. I had ripped right through the container like it was nothing. As I turned the corner, to a gap between the warehouses, I saw Axel and Fe….actually fighting it? And winning!?
Fe was shocking it with actual lighting, and Axel was being as precise as he could with his little lighter gadget thing. So, the first thing I did was get their attention, by grabbing that thing, and suplexing it as hard as I could! And damn was that fun! My chest hurt still and the kick from Dom rattled my ribcage a little but its was fun nonetheless. And very satisfying. Anyway, after I quickly got to my feet I grabbed both Axel and Fe, swinging Axel over my right shoulder and telling Fe to hold on.

I turned as Killer Watt stood up, roaring in anger, and did my best to get him to follow me.

“Hey! You wanna fight!? Then come get me you sack of useless sparks!!”

I’m still surprised to this day that it managed to somehow understand me (though we later learned why it did) and he started at me faster than I’d seen of it that night. So I made my move, and jumped, pushing the strength of my legs to their absolute limit. I made sure to look down while in the air to make sure it was still following me after every jump. That, and to make sure I kept property damage to a minimum. Although I did have a hand in wreaking a shipping container didn’t I? So maybe not that careful but in my defence; heat of the moment. I managed to get to the power stations, landing just outside.

We made our way in, and shut the doors, with Tyler ordering me to keep them shut as long as I could. I stood there, pushing against what felt like everything it had. And I realized Tylers plan, as I overheard him in the comms channel.

“This is Zap, codename Blue, requesting use of full power! Status name, Full Charge!”

Emily went quiet for a minute before returning

“This is Operator Parker, permission granted! Keep the damage to a minimum!”

Category: Action, Fantasy, Original Characters
Tags: Superhero

A Mess Without A Name (part 2 of Insecurity And Insomnia)

October 15, 2018 Published by DragonOtaku

I’ve lived this life since that night: a murderer, a criminal, an insane mess. I’d say my name if it hadn’t been taken. Every second, my sanity is slipping away, leaving behind the wretch of bloodstains and scars that now remains. All I ever hear are the screams: the last noise that someone makes. That’s all I hear. Nothing else but torturing silence. Sometimes I only kill to stop the silence. But even then, if I do it quickly, the scream ends in a second. How did I even end up this way? How did I ever end up in that hospital? If only none of it had ever happened. I still haven’t healed, the stitches all over me are beginning to separate, leaving behind open wounds and even worse scars than before. I can’t die: I can only suffer. Live or suffer: they’re the same anyway. Living is suffering to me. Dying is suffering to everyone else. So why? Why am I the only one? Constantly running from myself, from humanity, from sanity. I’ve given up on my sanity. I’ve given up on myself entirely. Even if I turned back, it’s too late to change anything now. Some part of me is still horrified by what I’ve done: but that piece of me is slipping away every second I live. It’s the only shred of what I control. I can’t stop: I just can’t. Every time someone’s blood spills, I have satisfaction in knowing that I’m the one who caused it to do so. What is this? What happened? I even look different than I used to. My eyes are permanently bloodshot and blank, My hair is long enough to touch my collar bone, and my forced smile can’t be changed or wiped away by anything. If death is suffering, what does that make a killer?

Category: Original Characters
Tags: #amesswithoutaname, #parttwoinsecuritiesandinsomnia, #whati'vebecome

Sora (aka Demon Of Chaos) Character Profile

October 14, 2018 (updated October 14, 2018) Published by DragonOtaku
  • Nickname

    Akuma

  • Birthday

    Unkown

  • Zodiac

    Unkown

  • Occupation

    Master of all clans on Isla/only member of the Chaos clan

  • Species

    The Fallen

  • Gender

    Male

  • Significant Other

    None

  • Family

    Murdered

  • Physical Description

    Medium length white hair, black horns, stitched smile.

  • Personality

    Akuma is often mistaken for being insane, but is very intelligent and has a cold heart. However,he does feel emotions, much more so than any other.

  • Fandom

    (None)

  • Sexuality

    Asexual

  • Voice

    uh i don’t know

  • Setting

    Isla, the world created by the first member of the Island clan, who left the Earth. It had become corrupted and ruined, a murderous and unforgiving society. This was not survival of the fittest: it was survival of the killers. This was a world where you had to either kill or be killed. The founder of Isla seeked to create a beautiful and perfect society, not yet corrupted by greed and desire.

  • Back Story

    Akuma was born, as any other child at the time, on Earth. There was nothing that made him any different than the other infants: he was completely normal. One day, when he was about four, he collapsed on the ground, put his hands on his head, and started screaming “It hurts…I can’t…”. His parents, horrified, brought him to the hospital. As they rushed through the double doors with Akuma in their arms, he screamed again, this time, differently. His voice had become higher, and it sounded like it was forced by something inside him, longing to escape. His parents ran even faster to the desk. “Please, help our son…we don’t know what’s happening to him, and I don’t know how much more he can take…” they begged, and eventually, the receptionist gave in, all while Akuma was screaming. The doctor set him up with the equipment and ran a few tests on him. Even one of the most skilled doctors couldn’t find out why Akuma was screaming. While the doctor was talking to Akuma’s parents, he glanced over at Akuma. The doctor stopped talking and turned toward the bed with a horrified face. Akuma had grown shini9g black horns, and was no longer screaming.In fact, Akuma was sleeping contently, but as soon as the doctor had looked at him, his eyes had opened. Akuma had stood up and gotten out of the hospital bed.The doctor noticed that Akuma’s eyes were different. They were completely white, except for one black slit in the middle. Akuma walked toward the doctor. The doctor slowly backed away, while Akuma stared at him. The doctor had reached over to a table and grabbed a surgical knife. Akuma did not seem to notice the doctor’s newfound weapon. But Akuma’s mother said “Why do… you have a knife? What are you going to do to him?!?”
    The doctor turned toward Akuma’s mother. “Oh, this isn’t for HIM. It’s for you two.”Akuma’s parents were, according to the news, murdered by a suspect that was not yet caught, or even determined. It had been the doctor.

  • Ongoing Story

    Since then, Akuma had become separate from society. No one could know of his existence, he could not be associated with or discovered, and, worst of all, he could not do anything of his choice. He had stayed in the hospital ever since that week, and had stayed in the bed, without moving. He would simply stare at the ceiling and mutter to himself. kuma felt nothing. No pain, no sorrow, no emotion. His life went on like that, until he was finally discharged at the age of 17.

  • Likes/Dislikes

    Akuma doesn’t really like or dislike anything.

  • Strengths/Weaknesses

    Akuma has no visible weaknesses. This is because he only has mental weaknesses. His body is but an empty vessel to him: I only holds his life, something he could care less about.

  • Extra

    This bit is not about the character, but I am cosplaying as Akuma this year, and might be able to post some photos so everyone can see the description better, and with more details that I haven’t included.

  • Name

    Konton no Akuma (Demon of chaos)

  • Age

    19 (Birthday: Unkown)

  • Webpage

    there isn’t one but ok

  • Short Description

    Medium length white hair, black and white horns, stitched smile.

 

Category: Original Characters

Humanity? More Like Insanity.

October 13, 2018 Published by DragonOtaku

The “insane” are the only people who know what’s real. The ones considered sane live under the protection of lies. We may be crazy to you, but you can’t see the truth, you don’t know how to really live. You fall further behind as we sit and watch humanity fail. We’re already ahead, and have since before you took your first breath. When we took our last as a part of society.

We’re only useless problems to them. But they’re the same to us.

Category: Original Characters
Tags: #humanity?morelikeinsanity, #insane?no

The Association of Super Beings and Extraordinary Humans: Chapter 14

October 13, 2018 (updated October 19, 2018) Published by MorbidToast

The next morning was almost utter havoc. I didn’t sleep from Dom’s visit the night before and could barely move or acknowledge that my friends were trying to get though to me. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think of was that he was there. He made Alice suffer just one more time before he took her from me for good. And while everyone else had finally calmed down after finding me angry and sleep deprived, I continued the investigation. Reading through file after file, report after report. But none of it made any sense. Everything was so sporadic and out of place that it made tracking him impossible, not to mention any information on this so called “Fearsome Five”. There was no motive. Literally just random killings. The frustration was getting to me and everyone could see that. I’ll be honest, I’m not a smart guy. Not that I have anything wrong with me, I’m just not that smart. My smarts come from gut feelings. Pure instinct half the time. You could say its almost like magical thinking. Like there’s this voice in the back of my head that points me in the right direction. And right now, he didn’t feel like sharing.

I sat at the kitchen counter, going back through file after file and eventually I gave up. I would’ve gotten up and done something else had Kyle not come over and already started inspecting the files.

“Woah. This is…. this is weird”

“I know. The murders are so random its impossible to track anything”

“No, I mean they’ve got heroes down as potential weaknesses”

“What?”

“Look. Is says here on Cast Iron’s file. Axel would’ve been a weakness”

I looked and sure enough, Axel’s name was down under weakness. What did that mean you ask? Well it clicked. Finally, that instinct was pulling me into the right direction. I grabbed my own file and began to read. And there, under weaknesses was Gas Mask. And by extension, Cast Iron.

“Kyle…. Kyle you’ve done it!”

“Done what?”

“You’ve figured it out!”

“How?”

“He can steal powers Kyle! If the Association has other heroes under others weaknesses then that means-“

“He’s taking the powers that we’ll be weak against….so he can fight us head on!”

“Exactly! Kyle you’re a genius!”

“Not really. You figured this out”

“I’ve spent all day doing this and not once did I see the picture til you showed up. Trust me kid, its on you”

I told him to gather the others and in a few short minutes. We explained what he was doing and how we were going to counter. And we were going tonight. Me and Kyle had a plan and we had a feeling we’d know who he was gonna go after next. He killed Gas Mask to use his gas against Kyle. Cast Iron against me. So logically, the next one to die would be D-Rip, a hero who could trap people in small rips in reality. He was the first of the next generation with almost unstoppable powers, just like me. Although I suppose living with his power is a lot more taxing than mine. Either way, he’d use D-Rip against Axel we figured; trapping him meant he couldn’t use his explosions. So once we geared up, we headed out as a team, and had Emily guide us and feed us intel on the way.

“Okay, from what I’ve got here, Apex can steal powers, so that means you’ll have to minimise exposure as must as possible. You’ll want to keep quiet for this one.”

“Copy that. We’re approaching now. You see anyone in there from the thermal drone Emily?”

“Not right now. But I wouldn’t just say he isn’t there. You’ll have to search the old fashioned way”

“Roger that. Beginning search”

We had managed to track down D’s last known location; a warehouse down at the Industrial Districts pier. Why he was here, we had no idea. He hadn’t been seen all day, and with the killings, we had to assume the worst. However, Glam didn’t want to risk anyone being sent to investigate since she didn’t want to risk anymore lives. But we somehow managed to convince her that we’d be the best ones for the job. Being that me and Tyler knew Dom. We’d know if he was just proving his worth, or that something else was going on. Anyway, we had split into two teams. Tyler had taken Kyle and Johnny, since those three would have an easier time getting the drop on Dom, so that left me once again with Axel and Fe. Keeping Axel quiet was easy; Fe told him to just be a spy. Be Kyle or something. While he visibly looked disgusted at the latter, he took the former seriously and well, moved like a spy. He was even humming that tune from that one moving while he was doing it. And does that every time we do something like this. Its was funny but got boring after a while. Anyway, I tried contacting Ty to ask him if he had found anything but all I got was static. Pure static. Weird, I thought, aren’t these things on mega batteries? Then, an ear piercing buzz roar sound echoed throughout our search area

“What….what was that…”

“I have absolutely no idea”

“I don’t like the sound of that….we should go back to Tyler”

Fe was right. Whatever the hell that was sounded way out of our league, even with the crazy almost unstable powers we had. As we turned to leave a glow came from our entry point. All three of us stopped dead in our tracks and I instinctively pushed them back gently, stepping out in front. I can’t help doing that. I guess you can thank Alice for always making me react by keeping everyone else as far away from danger as I can. Anyway, the glow suddenly just…stopped. Like someone just switched off the light. We relaxed ever so slightly, when a HUGE….thing made out of pure lightning or electricity or whatever burst in and started screaming like it crawled out of Hell on its period. Axel screamed like a woman (he tends to do that) and Fe grabbed my arm as tightly as she could. She let go when I pushed at it, swinging my right arm as hard as I could into its stomach. Bad decision really, as the second my hand touched it, it discharged and sent my flying backwards. I’ll admit, that hurt. Like, a metric fuckton of pain. My vision was already blurring as Fe and Axel came rushing to get me on my feet.

“I mean you have balls to try”

“Axel! He’s hurt!”

“I know! But you have to be impressed”

He came roaring at us again, ripping through the steel wall like it was paper mache. He lumbered towards us, almost in a confused, drunk like manner. And it spoke.

“B-B-BRING!!!”
“M-M-M-ME!!!!”
F-F-F-F-F-FOOOOODDD!!!!”

Uh oh. Big, strong, can’t be touched AND can think. Doesn’t look good does it? Well I have a secret weapon. And he’s called Smurf

(Hello! I’m Tyler! I see Jack left his laptop open. He’s doing a real good job of this account huh? I’m really happy to see him express himself other than punches! Also stop calling me Smurf. You know I hate it! I’ll tell everyone about the thai restaurant incident and you know I will jacket boy!)

Category: Action, Fantasy, Original Characters
Tags: Superhero

Suicidal Sense of Security

October 13, 2018 (updated October 13, 2018) Published by DragonOtaku

Blood is smeared across my skin, splattered on my clothes. My open wounds sting, all the while becoming more painful. I hold, still, the knife that created theses wounds. I force the best smile I can as I hear someone walk near me. They touch my shoulder. I turn around, forcing the smile even more. They saw my face. I could tell. They stepped back with a horrified look on their face, and my painful smile turned to a grimace. I laugh, and it echoes off the walls with a maniacal, ominous sound. They run.

“What’s wrong? I’m no different than before, haven’t you ever noticed?” I say, laughing as I chase them.

They scream for help. Their name doesn’t matter to me, no one’s name ever has. Everyone is the same. They refuse to believe that death is real, that they’ll all fall into it’s clutches eventually.

Category: Horror
Tags: #maniacal, #suicidasenseofsecurity, What's Wrong?

Fighting, Failing, Falling, and Fear (pt. 1 of the prequel to The Screams Of Silence)

October 13, 2018 (updated October 13, 2018) Published by DragonOtaku

It was a constant struggle for me. Nothing was ever right. My life was always in chaos. Never once could I take anything more than necessary. And that meant my breaths too.I knew that the torture was all over, finally, when a bullet went through my brain. Or so I thought. Until that moment when I became the puppet of something else, I had never realized what anything might cost me. I was born sane, and nothing ever seemed to be wrong with me. But none of that mattered anymore.

Category: Original Characters
Tags: #shiroorigin?, Prequel

Character Description: Shiro (The Screams Of Silence)

October 13, 2018 Published by DragonOtaku

First name: Shiro

Last name: yet to be ascertained

Appearance: Medium length red hair, tall and thin (exact height is undetermined), blank white eyes

Date of birth: unknown

Zodiac: unknown

Age:  estimated to be around 14 or 15

 

 

 

Category: Original Characters
Tags: #characterdescription, #Shiro, #unveilingtheappearance

Insecurity And Insomnia

October 12, 2018 Published by DragonOtaku

I lay on my bed, staring out the window. It’s not the most interesting sight. Just some fog, a few trees in the distance. I turn onto my side, only to see the glowing red of the numbers on an alarm clock. The time reflects in my bloodshot eyes. 5:00 in the morning. I haven’t even closed my eyes. My skin is oddly pale, and my delusions are overcoming me. I lift my hand in front of my face, and rub my head. The permanent migraine in my mind isn’t making anything better. But my delusions aren’t fake: they’re there. All of them, staring at me in disappointment. I feel something touch my face, and it shifts uncomfortably on my arm. I’m hooked up to some equipment, and I’m not sure of it’s purpose. The itchy fabric of a hospital gown scratches against my skin. The sheets smell of cheap detergent. There’s a tv in front of me, mounted on the wall. The screen is black, and it’s obviously been turned off for a while. But it isn’t blank: no, there’s a reflection. I’m breathing unsteadily, and every breath cuts deeper into my stomach. The door is open, and has been for a few seconds. This can’t be one of my hallucinations: the door wouldn’t be open. I move a bit, and realize that I’ve got stitches down my side, a few different places on my face, and quite a few other places as well. I don’t remember anything even happening: but I know something has. There’s a table of surgical tools beside me: a knife is the only one I can identify. It didn’t help my fear that they were all covered in blood splatters either. My arm is twitching, and there’s an urge inside it. It flashes to the table and grabs the knife, eager to use it. I see again the darkened silhouette of a person. It walks toward me, and my arm extends. I looked up at where the knife had landed: the heart of the silhouette. But it’s not a silhouette any more: It’s a full color person: me.

Category: Horror
Tags: #delusional, #Insecuretiesandinsomnia

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