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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-08-23 11:51 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-08-23 11:51 pm
Entry tags:
People Who Weren't FB; playing god
OOOH boy this is dark.
It's basically revisiting the darkness of the Suzuha ending if you've played/watched the Visual Novel as opposed to the anime.
I'm actually kind of scared as this already got super dark and there's people listed for future fic that would just break me even more and.
This is as soul-crushing as that one Silent Hill Sherlock fic.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Steins;Gate People Who Weren't FB miniseries DARKFIC
Chapter Summary: as the title suggests, it's an exploration of people who didn't turn out to be FB.
Word Count: 1492
Rating: teen; but use your discretion, folks
Warnings: 2nd person but MORE IMPORTANTLY mentions of noncon (a kiss, a threat)
The man who enters the room, lab coat flaring, is nothing less than your worst nightmare. He grins madly, cackling at your expression, hands spread wide as if in welcome. “What’s the matter? You don’t look happy to see yourself. I would have thought you would at least greet me in the manner befitting a mad scientist. Where’s the Dr. P?”
You can’t remove the tears from your eyes, the look of utter horror robbing you of any voice with which to greet him.
It’s your assistant who manages to say something, voice shaking in fear. “I didn’t think—I. I didn’t think there was a w-way you could get worse, but. Y-you killed Mayuri.” She’s trying for a kind of joke, but it falls flat easily.
“Oh.” Your future self—no—
Kyouma, you can’t think of him as Okarin, that’s her name for you, not the man who ordered the others to pull the trigger, looks a little surprised. “I suppose so, though really, it’s not as if I took matters into my own hands—this time, at least.” He holds out a hand gesturing to Moeka who instantly moves to his side, handing him the gun.
Without warning, he turns and fires twice into—into Mayuri’s…
There isn’t even a twitch from her.
He drops the gun and it falls into Moeka’s willing hands, as if she’s the good little assistant you’d always wished Kurisu would be, and then he steps forward into Kurisu’s space and grabs her chin and he kisses her. She makes a sound of disgust and fear and tries to move back, but one of the men with guns steps forward to hold her in place until Kyouma’s done with her. When he steps back, he places one finger on her lips, shushing her, in a gesture of fear and dominance, and you nearly rush him if not for Moeka quietly putting a gun to your head.
“Kill me and you’ll be killing yourself,” you say as confidently as you can muster, staring into your dark mirror with defiance.
For whatever reason, that causes him to start laughing again, and you—
You’d played at mad scientist, but in the end, you were a pale imitation. This is the real deal, a man who has lost his grip on his sanity. “Oh, I despair of myself! Was I ever possessed of this charming level of naiveté?” He steps forward, takes one of your fingers and bends it back slowly, agonizingly, until you hear a distinctive crack and shriek in pain.
When it finally eases to a dull throb and you can hear the others above the sound of your own whimpers, he speaks again. “Let me spell this out for you—I am from a different worldline. Just a little precaution I took, just in case, in the end, I would be required to snuff you out. The world trembles at my feet—imagine, if I had duplicates at my disposal, what we could accomplish! But I get ahead of myself. The main point, my shabby photocopy, is that I can dispose of you without fear for my person. Should you possibly manage to destroy me, well. There are a number who are just dying to play you like the silly ocarina you are. And with my mastery of time, let’s just say that my time ending is not something I ever have to fear again.” The gentle way he traces your knuckles on your trembling, broken hand is almost obscene. You shudder.
He prowls back to Kurisu’s side, as she trembles and tries to glare at him through the tears. “And my dear Christina—still so defiant. I wonder, in this little social experiment of mine, what it will take to break you? Watching your precious Okabe die? Making you pull the trigger on Mayuri yourself?”
She cries out, and you can stand still no longer. You rush him with a bellow of rage, and are swatted aside by the crew-cut man like you are no more significant than a fly.
“Or perhaps, it will have nothing to do with the Future Gadget Lab at all.” He walks to your ‘lab’ room, carefully tracing every gadget with fingers poisonous like a snake’s bite. “Perhaps it will simply take…targeting your mother.”
“Don’t you dare, you monster!” she shrieks, and dives forward and puts all of her strength into a punch, and he—
He snickers with glee. There’s no question of whether he felt the pain. He did. He just—doesn’t care. “Perhaps I will have you choose how she dies—painless, but slow, terrified for her oncoming demise? Painful, but quick? Bloody? By poison? Or maybe it would take…more monstrous appetites. Should I have you watch? Or just listen?”
Daru starts screaming, drowning out the terrifying sound of Kyouma’s voice, and he frowns, displeased, and nods at one of the Rounders. You’re terrified, suddenly, of how they will hurt him, and both you and Kurisu scream at the gunshot that follows. She falls to her knees. You can’t tell if it’s relief when you realize he’s still alive, clutching at his quickly bleeding shoulder. On one hand, he isn’t dead, but on the other hand, he’s still here, stuck in this nightmare, at the hands of a madman.
He smiles a curling, dreadful smile that you know will haunt you. “I miss my dear Christina. She killed her father, you know. Slowly, surgical cut by surgical cut. She flayed him alive, with a flame cauterizing the wound so he didn’t decide to die before she was ready.”
Kurisu’s sobbing. “You’re lying, you’re lying, you’re lying…”
“Oh, I don’t have to, not anymore.” Kyouma shakes his head, kneeling down at her side. “I recorded it, you know. His screams. We made love to their symphony. I could play them for you, right now, but I doubt you would appreciate it in the same way. He was ready to stab you and leave you for dead in that corridor, all because of his jealousy, but you proved yourself over his mediocrity, my darling.”
He stands again, placing his hands in his pockets. “Don’t you get it, you fools? You’re all my hostages, to do with as I damn well please. You live, or die, at my whim. It’s true that this world wants Mayuri dead. I watched her die, over and over, and over, until I was just going through the motions. I didn’t believe she could be saved, anymore. And then I realized the truth.” The mad laughter comes again, and this time, it’s an eternity before he slows and runs a hand through his hair again, just to look cool. “I became a mad scientist for her, of course, but I’d shackled myself to her when it should be the other way around. I’d conquered time as an accident. Who’s to say I couldn’t do the same with death when I really tried? We’d managed to copy a brain. Given the time and technology, we could copy her into someone else. So what if the other person died? I’d chosen the entire world we lived in over and over. One small life to sacrifice for Mayuri’s sake?”
“She’d never agree to that,” you manage to say, hoarsely, and he glances over at you, thrown off a little.
Then he waves you off, as if that little concern, the idea that Mayuri would be horrified by this…thing pretending to be you, was a trifle. “One thing at a time, I suppose. To have the funding, the power, I needed SERN, but little did they know when they recruited me that setting a mad scientist amongst an Organization was a fool’s ploy. Now I am SERN’s—no, the world’s chief scientist. I have any number of minions to achieve my ambitions. If I ever need to, I can merely Time Leap to see her alive once more. If the world thinks it can keep her dead, well, I’ll just have to tear the world apart, won’t I?” The flame of madness dancing in his eyes is one of the most terrifying things you’ve ever seen. “I let you run around and have your little games. I knew they’d be important if I was ever to acquire any of you to follow my beck and call. Of course, I’d have to keep you on your toes. What did you think of my little texts? The jello was a nice touch, though on a redo I really should choose lime instead.”
You’re held in place, so you can’t rush him, and the despair replacing your rage leads you to weep, loudly and incoherently, instead. You briefly notice Kurisu looking at you with sympathy, trying if only in look to comfort you, and while Kyouma waits he settles down in Daru’s chair, whipping out a pad and paper from his lab coat and scribbling things down frantically.
It's basically revisiting the darkness of the Suzuha ending if you've played/watched the Visual Novel as opposed to the anime.
I'm actually kind of scared as this already got super dark and there's people listed for future fic that would just break me even more and.
This is as soul-crushing as that one Silent Hill Sherlock fic.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Steins;Gate People Who Weren't FB miniseries DARKFIC
Chapter Summary: as the title suggests, it's an exploration of people who didn't turn out to be FB.
Word Count: 1492
Rating: teen; but use your discretion, folks
Warnings: 2nd person but MORE IMPORTANTLY mentions of noncon (a kiss, a threat)
“Well! We meet at last!”
The man who enters the room, lab coat flaring, is nothing less than your worst nightmare. He grins madly, cackling at your expression, hands spread wide as if in welcome. “What’s the matter? You don’t look happy to see yourself. I would have thought you would at least greet me in the manner befitting a mad scientist. Where’s the Dr. P?”
You can’t remove the tears from your eyes, the look of utter horror robbing you of any voice with which to greet him.
It’s your assistant who manages to say something, voice shaking in fear. “I didn’t think—I. I didn’t think there was a w-way you could get worse, but. Y-you killed Mayuri.” She’s trying for a kind of joke, but it falls flat easily.
“Oh.” Your future self—no—
Kyouma, you can’t think of him as Okarin, that’s her name for you, not the man who ordered the others to pull the trigger, looks a little surprised. “I suppose so, though really, it’s not as if I took matters into my own hands—this time, at least.” He holds out a hand gesturing to Moeka who instantly moves to his side, handing him the gun.
Without warning, he turns and fires twice into—into Mayuri’s…
There isn’t even a twitch from her.
He drops the gun and it falls into Moeka’s willing hands, as if she’s the good little assistant you’d always wished Kurisu would be, and then he steps forward into Kurisu’s space and grabs her chin and he kisses her. She makes a sound of disgust and fear and tries to move back, but one of the men with guns steps forward to hold her in place until Kyouma’s done with her. When he steps back, he places one finger on her lips, shushing her, in a gesture of fear and dominance, and you nearly rush him if not for Moeka quietly putting a gun to your head.
“Kill me and you’ll be killing yourself,” you say as confidently as you can muster, staring into your dark mirror with defiance.
For whatever reason, that causes him to start laughing again, and you—
You’d played at mad scientist, but in the end, you were a pale imitation. This is the real deal, a man who has lost his grip on his sanity. “Oh, I despair of myself! Was I ever possessed of this charming level of naiveté?” He steps forward, takes one of your fingers and bends it back slowly, agonizingly, until you hear a distinctive crack and shriek in pain.
When it finally eases to a dull throb and you can hear the others above the sound of your own whimpers, he speaks again. “Let me spell this out for you—I am from a different worldline. Just a little precaution I took, just in case, in the end, I would be required to snuff you out. The world trembles at my feet—imagine, if I had duplicates at my disposal, what we could accomplish! But I get ahead of myself. The main point, my shabby photocopy, is that I can dispose of you without fear for my person. Should you possibly manage to destroy me, well. There are a number who are just dying to play you like the silly ocarina you are. And with my mastery of time, let’s just say that my time ending is not something I ever have to fear again.” The gentle way he traces your knuckles on your trembling, broken hand is almost obscene. You shudder.
He prowls back to Kurisu’s side, as she trembles and tries to glare at him through the tears. “And my dear Christina—still so defiant. I wonder, in this little social experiment of mine, what it will take to break you? Watching your precious Okabe die? Making you pull the trigger on Mayuri yourself?”
She cries out, and you can stand still no longer. You rush him with a bellow of rage, and are swatted aside by the crew-cut man like you are no more significant than a fly.
“Or perhaps, it will have nothing to do with the Future Gadget Lab at all.” He walks to your ‘lab’ room, carefully tracing every gadget with fingers poisonous like a snake’s bite. “Perhaps it will simply take…targeting your mother.”
“Don’t you dare, you monster!” she shrieks, and dives forward and puts all of her strength into a punch, and he—
He snickers with glee. There’s no question of whether he felt the pain. He did. He just—doesn’t care. “Perhaps I will have you choose how she dies—painless, but slow, terrified for her oncoming demise? Painful, but quick? Bloody? By poison? Or maybe it would take…more monstrous appetites. Should I have you watch? Or just listen?”
Daru starts screaming, drowning out the terrifying sound of Kyouma’s voice, and he frowns, displeased, and nods at one of the Rounders. You’re terrified, suddenly, of how they will hurt him, and both you and Kurisu scream at the gunshot that follows. She falls to her knees. You can’t tell if it’s relief when you realize he’s still alive, clutching at his quickly bleeding shoulder. On one hand, he isn’t dead, but on the other hand, he’s still here, stuck in this nightmare, at the hands of a madman.
He smiles a curling, dreadful smile that you know will haunt you. “I miss my dear Christina. She killed her father, you know. Slowly, surgical cut by surgical cut. She flayed him alive, with a flame cauterizing the wound so he didn’t decide to die before she was ready.”
Kurisu’s sobbing. “You’re lying, you’re lying, you’re lying…”
“Oh, I don’t have to, not anymore.” Kyouma shakes his head, kneeling down at her side. “I recorded it, you know. His screams. We made love to their symphony. I could play them for you, right now, but I doubt you would appreciate it in the same way. He was ready to stab you and leave you for dead in that corridor, all because of his jealousy, but you proved yourself over his mediocrity, my darling.”
He stands again, placing his hands in his pockets. “Don’t you get it, you fools? You’re all my hostages, to do with as I damn well please. You live, or die, at my whim. It’s true that this world wants Mayuri dead. I watched her die, over and over, and over, until I was just going through the motions. I didn’t believe she could be saved, anymore. And then I realized the truth.” The mad laughter comes again, and this time, it’s an eternity before he slows and runs a hand through his hair again, just to look cool. “I became a mad scientist for her, of course, but I’d shackled myself to her when it should be the other way around. I’d conquered time as an accident. Who’s to say I couldn’t do the same with death when I really tried? We’d managed to copy a brain. Given the time and technology, we could copy her into someone else. So what if the other person died? I’d chosen the entire world we lived in over and over. One small life to sacrifice for Mayuri’s sake?”
“She’d never agree to that,” you manage to say, hoarsely, and he glances over at you, thrown off a little.
Then he waves you off, as if that little concern, the idea that Mayuri would be horrified by this…thing pretending to be you, was a trifle. “One thing at a time, I suppose. To have the funding, the power, I needed SERN, but little did they know when they recruited me that setting a mad scientist amongst an Organization was a fool’s ploy. Now I am SERN’s—no, the world’s chief scientist. I have any number of minions to achieve my ambitions. If I ever need to, I can merely Time Leap to see her alive once more. If the world thinks it can keep her dead, well, I’ll just have to tear the world apart, won’t I?” The flame of madness dancing in his eyes is one of the most terrifying things you’ve ever seen. “I let you run around and have your little games. I knew they’d be important if I was ever to acquire any of you to follow my beck and call. Of course, I’d have to keep you on your toes. What did you think of my little texts? The jello was a nice touch, though on a redo I really should choose lime instead.”
You’re held in place, so you can’t rush him, and the despair replacing your rage leads you to weep, loudly and incoherently, instead. You briefly notice Kurisu looking at you with sympathy, trying if only in look to comfort you, and while Kyouma waits he settles down in Daru’s chair, whipping out a pad and paper from his lab coat and scribbling things down frantically.