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abloomntime · 4 years

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A Bloom In Time P 11

(Disclaimer: The moss part I do NOT know is true, if you want to look it up go right ahead. Im just using it as logic on their fake planet and for the story.)

She felt sick.

The stretching fast feeling of teleporting was something she swore she never wanted to after that last incident of her zooming off into space with a tight sickly feeling, that left her crashlanding into a child's bedroom for a couple hours. But here she was again, only this time she was traveling through space in a different light. The blue-white light faded away into sparkles and allowed her to see she was laying down face up towards the endless blackness of space, but as the sparkles of light faded off she could only gasp and stare off into the quiet silence of the black.

Was this it?....Did she die and what happened before was all just a dream? Was she being taken to where ever beautiful place spirits went?

No. Couldn't have been. She was slowly falling backwards, strands of red hair slowly waving past her face as if she was underwater and slowly sinking down ever so slowly. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of thousands of stars twinkling and blinking at her good bye as she continued her decent, reflecting in her eyes as if they were the sea on a starry night. Two shooting stars stars shoot above her caught her attention when she blinked and her head followed them as they distended over her and forward. Following them Poppy's body turned along with her movements and she gasped. The-....The world! Her world! It was right there! Big, bold and wonderful! The round planet seemed to have an aura of it's own and glowed perfectly. The perfect gentle blue of the sea, the bright tan yellows of the desert. Many islands. The highest mountains surrounded by pure white clouds even looked as if she could reach out and grasp it almost. Did she sure she wasn't dead? Something whooshed over head and she looked up again to sparkling light. The two comets or shooting stars where still in front of her but much farther up ahead as they descended to the subcon planet. They were headed right for a giant strange dark, purple spot along one of the coasts as she could see, and even if they weren't on the same path, she could see from where she was slowly falling that she was headed right to that strange purple area too. It looked and gave her a different feeling compared to the rest of the planet. It looked....almost sad. Why? Well she was about to find out as she continued to free fall slowly but steadily down towards the world. She breifly wondered where her kingdom was and what happened to it for all this time but those thoughts were short lived when suddenly a giant gust of air blasted her in the face and on instinct shut her eyes and held her arms in front of her head to sheild her. She had just broken through the atmosphere of the plant and now free falling faster through the sky. Faced down towards the ground but after a moment she dared to reopen them. What came outta her was a sudden gasp of shock as panic and fear once again pulsed through her veins. She wasn't just in the wide open endless space anymore, she was falling through the sky pretty fast with white fluffy clouds whizzing by her now very fast form and she could barely open her eyes with all the wind blasting her right now. Her braid and hair whipping around wildly ultimately coming undone and becoming a red streak behind her. Making her look like a falling streak of a comment ready to strike the planet. She was taking deep breath and tumbling head over heels, her world turning that that time she tumbled down the hill as a kid. Only it went Sky n clouds then Purple land. Sky n clouds. Purple land. SKY N CLOUDS!! PURPLE LAND!! PURPLE!! BLUE!! WHITE!! PURPLE!! BLUE!! WHITE!! By this rate she would meet her doom when she hit the ground!! She slammed her eyes shut as she saw what looked like the ground and her body crashlanded into something hard making pain explode into the side of her body she slammed into what felt like wood!! WOOD definately!! Poppy knew that plant feeling anywhere. She yelled and cried out as her body slammed and tumbled into branches and other vegitation stranded on the vines. Just when she was SURE she would be made into a human pancake- SHE STOPPED!! The feeling of rope wrapped around her made her uneasy as she just kept her eyes slammed shut, shook, and breathed heavily.

Over head crows cawed and flew away sensing something bigger than her and the giant spider who might've attacked her for food immediately decided to climb up higher in the trees away from her and try to hide within the branches. With her eyes shut she didn't see the giant shadow rush past her on his way home, nor did he notice her hung above stranded by vines. She continued to breath heavily until with the confidence she was blessed with by her father, she opened one eye..... and seeing herself hung maybe three feet above the very edge of a dirty pond, she opened the other. Still breathing heavily, she blinked at the ground before wipping her head up and around. Purple. Around herself was lots of purple, dead trees, and when she looked behind her she saw what would would be called a bog. The only problem was there was enough fog surrounding her to make it where she couldn't see more than maybe ten feet away from her current position. Her body like suspected, was held up by vines most likely from the trees she crash landed into. Leaves and sticks stuck into her now long waist length hair. Her mind worried about not being able to see where exactly this bog began or ended, but after a moment she sighed. Heart beat going down. Glad she was still alive at least- SNAP!! She yelped and a moment later a loud splash echoed out as the vines finally gave under her weight and left the poor lady crashing into the swamp water. Thank peck it was only a few inches but that didn't stop her from becoming all dirty and wet from it. She quickly pushed her front from the swamp water and spat out the dirt tasting water from her mouth coughing and reaching one arm up to rub at her eyes as she use the other to crawl out from it. She didn't see the magic arm from the swamp reach out to drag her further in but stopped because 1. She was already too far close to the edge to really drag in, and 2. She was out within a few seconds anyways. The magic arm retreated from where it came from just as fast and she still didn't see it as she continued o cough and spit out the taste. Groaning and sitting upon her knees as she got her bearings and let her body have a moment from the light feeling of falling from space, pain from crash landing in trees, and now cold and wet from the water now. Once she was done getting the taste out of her mouth she stuck her tongue out in a normal 'yuck' expression and blinked around at the strange fog induced place of purple. She....She must've crash landed in some kind of bog or swamp. Either way, she was glad she wasn't dead at least.

"......Frozen to death for a thousand years loosing everything by the hands of a crazy queen turned into a monster, who then got rescued by aliens on a spaceship with a ghost father, then I fell from space into a bog and now I'm all dirty and wet while almost dying again......Can't get worse than this surely," she muttered as she shakily pushed herself on aching legs and shimmied out of whatever vines were left clinging to her. Now was not the time for sitting down and feeling sorry for her situation no matter how unbeleivable it was or how much her body ached. What she needed right now was a way out. Now what did she learn on her Dad's farm? "Let's see." She held her chin. "The planet's sun rises to the very middle of the sky when it's exactly 12 p.m. every day except in winter when days are slower and it changes to 2 p.m., so depending on where I landed on the planet it could be any time. ...And it's too foggy to determine what time zone or direction it's heading." She could pull her hair at that. Ok. THINK Poppy! The sky was a bright blue when you fell. So at most it's somewhere between a late-ish morning and early afternoon. So at most she was somewhere realtivly in the middle of a continant right? So either way if her planet's sun was somewhere in at least the north of the sky...That would mean...She still had no idea. "UGH!! How do sailors navigate like this!?"

OK!! Obviously the fog was messing up her surroundings and even looking up proved no results as she groaned and looked around some more until she spotted it....MOSS!! OF COURSE!! WHY HADN'T SHE THOUGHT OF THAT SOONER?! MOSS USUALLY GROWS ON THE NORTH SIDE OF TREES!! Poppy instantly began looking around at these poor, poor trees. Breifly wondering why they were all so devoid of life and low and behold there it was!! A small patch of green dingy moss stuck out on one tree near the swamp water and quicker than she thought, she raced towards it and grabbed the old crusty bark where it was. Now moss didn't ALWAYS grow on the side of trees but it was the only thing she could go on at the moment and guess. She stood up slowly after inspecting it and looked in the direction it was pointing, towards the water.

"So if north is presumably in THAT direction, then south would be in the complete opposite. Which means east would be behind me and west in front." She gave a cringe look at the water again. "And considering the water seems to end there....the most likely way to avoid this water would be to go in the opposite direction." She pointed a hand in what hopefully was south. "So that way would seem the best way to get out of this creepy place."

Or at least she hoped so. Hang on a second? Wasn't she supposed to be with some kind of little alien? Where the world did they go?! She literally free fell was space to her doom for crying out loud! Was this how aliens traveled to planets?! By freefalling from their ship? She shook her head, some of the dirt and sticks falling to the ground from her tangled up mess. She had better get stepping if she wanted to find some way out of here..and get a bath. But she soon discovered it wasn't going to be that easy trudging through the weird swamp or dead forest fast. The fog was so thick it would've taken at least four of the strongest lumberjacks in the land to make so much as a dent in it. The only thing she could see were tall long slender shadows which turned out to just be more dead trees. It was strange, these trees had no life in them that's for sure...but also showed no signs of rotting away like she was sure they should've had by the looks of them. strange. The only plants that she had seen so far that were alive was the strange vines she had thankfully been caught in before hitting the ground, it was strange. Purple dirt, heavy fog, dead trees all around...Made for something out of a campfire story. She couldn't even see the any sunlight beyond this stuff. As the woman made her way through the thick fog and strange forest of dead wood, she was VERY unaware of the dangers that lurked in them. After about maybe twenty or thirty minutes of this walking she brought her arms up to start rubbing at her sides. It wasn't very warm where ever she was, and her damp clothes clinging to her weren't helping either. Maybe it would've been better if she had just stayed on that ship with that blanket....

Maybe she would've been better off not even coming to this kingdom in the first place. If she knew a crazy queen was going to-

"Miss Poppy!?"

She jumped and snapped her head around at hearing her own name being called. It sounded very soft and distant, but still loud enough to be heard faintly. Could it be someone was looking for her or was she hearing things?

"HELLO?! IS SOMEONE THERE!! I CAN SURE USE A PECKIN' HAND HERE!!," she yelled out but got no response in return for her shout.

Whatever it was, it left as soon as it came but that didn't stop her from still looking around and not paying attention to where she was going so she shouldn't have been surprised when the ground suddenly swallowed her up making her fall backwards and yell out. What swallowed her up was a large flash of white and she once again felt herself get stuck up feet in the air again. Oh pecking GREAT! What had she gotten herself into NOW?! The white sheet felt like some kind of rucksack her father used to use to sack the potatoes before charting them off to the market place. But it was a dingy white from being hidden under a layer of dirt for who knows how long, and instead of potatoes it was HER that was stuck in them. Well not on her watch! Poppy, fed up with everything at this point just gritted her teeth and began pushing against the confines of her new prison. It was tight, compact, and obviously meant to hold tightly. Whoever had made it knew EXACTLY what they were doing when making it.

"PECKING STUPID TARP THING!!" She pushed against it and it wasn't easy in the cramped space and the swaying she caused with her pushing against the sides trying to get loose. Too bad she didn't have some kind of sheers or sharp object to cut through the thick tarp thing. "LET ME OUT!! IM DONE WITH THIS PECKING SHI-"

She was shut up when she felt the whole world shake. Knocking the poor trapped woman back onto her behind within the trap, what sounded like a humungous tree cracking and falling over with the shaking made her freeze up more as a sudden feeling of dread came over her and it was backed up by the swaying of the trap. Also caused by the shaking. The panicked cawing of crows as they flew to safety amplified whatever she was feeling, blue eyes looking around wildly until they locked onto movement. SOMETHING. BIG. Was just outside the tarp. A shadown silently moved along side the outside of the tarp and her breath hitched. OK! Don't freak Poppy! It was probably just a wild animal. Like a deer or a giant bird. Oh she hoped it wasn't a bear!

SNAP!!

The woman tumbled out from the bottem of the trap and her yelp was interrupted as she face planted the dirt. Dirt and small twings sticking to her still damp self. Purple. EVERYWHERE. Suddenly dark purple. Her head raised in horror as reality itself disappeared and purple warped her view everywhere. Her red hair coming down to block her face and screw up her world veiw even more but she preferred that over the same giant shadow suddenly falling over her and the booming raspy voice behind it that turned her body back to ice.

"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! FFFFFOOOOOOOLLLLL!!! YOU BLEW IT PUNY MORTAL!! NO ONE ENTERS MY DOMAIN AND WALKS OUT THE SAME!!" Poppy's frame began to shake as the foreboding feeling of something LARGE looming over her leaned down closer to her body. Goosebumps covered herself and the tall figure could literally hear her teeth chatter and her body shake. The fanged smile of Snatcher smiled despite himself, despite the day and a half. At least he could get a little pleasure out of seeing puny mortals shake before his might like they should be and see the fright in their eyes....Only he couldn't see her eyes, she was facing away from him. That would soon be fixed though. "You came at a very bad time, Lady. Unfortunately for you I'm not in a 'living' mood today. But tell you what, I'll grant you the honor of seeing your demise before it happens. Now. Turn. Around. And maybe I'll allow you to say some last words."

Poppy couldn't!! She just remained frozen within the dark of the shadow before her...but her body as if under some kind of spell, shaking badly, slowly turned to meet her doom. Snatcher smiled his best menacing smiled at the dirty sea of flame red hair, as the woman's arm was shaking. SLOWLY reaching up to move her hair away and he could clearly see the oh so scared blue horrified eyes and red freckles dotted along her face like rose petals blowing in the wind. But when they met....Both had opposite reactions. Poppy let a sudden inhale and loud gasp come from her throat. Feeling the blood drain from her face as the shadow blocked out any light avalible and what met her in the light's place was two round yellow eyes and a frowning mouth. She was an ant compared to him and for another time in her life, felt very very small. The entirety of the ghosts amusement and glee ABSOLUTELY disappeared once the features of the woman was shown to him. Making the ghost look like he's seen a ghost.

.......No.....NO!...NONONONONO!! This wasn't-.....N O! The ghost's arms shook as he just stared down this woman. Yellow eyes wide and many many memories suddenly slapping him in the face as those yellow eyes saw the seen play before him as a downward spiral for him in panic and fear. A seen in a dungeon, a sobbing prince hanging from shackles as the cold crept in, one last promise escaping his lips to a Princess of Flowers. Sharp as a thorn. Hair red as roses. Blue eyes like hydrangeas. Skin as soft as petals. And always surrounded by a scent better than any lily. A final promise and good bye he made long ago with his final dying breath-

"I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. I-...love-...you ..w-with all my heart and soul....may my soul...never....forget...that.."

"A-A-A-.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Poppy frightfully ducked her hand back down at the unholy yell coming from the ghost and even when it stopped suddenly she didn't look up as it echoed throughout the plain of existance she was currently in.........It was like a weight was suddenly lifted from her chest and the heavy feeling of being small went away, as did the feeling of indemping doom and fright...She blinked utterly confused...and dared to look confused back over her shoulder. The....snake shadow...thing was a little ways from her facing away and having his back towards her having a moment it seemed. She guessed whatever was considered his back(she was also guessing it was male by the voice) was facing her and it's tail and two arms was sprawled on the dark purple ground holding it up as it seemed to heave and make raspy breaths. Snatcher's mind went absolutely blank and his noodle arms shook every few seconds as he gathered himself from the sudden flashback he didn't expect. Poppy gazed at him breaths heaving before looking around this strange purple place, looked as it it was some sick purple snowglobe. And began to back awa- Poppy stopped. Literally stopped as her back made contact with some kind of invisible wall she couldn't see as she tapped the palm of her hand against it a few times. Still glancing at the giant purple creature to her rig-

"You can't get out," he rasped out. Poppy jumped whirling back around to her captor as Snatcher still stared down at the purple dirt. Eyes narrowing and a frown coming over his face but he still didn't look at the petrified girl. "...WHO are you and why are you in my forest?"

Poppy's mouth was already open in fear, but at this ...thing speaking to her in her own language..Well. It was that shock that drove away the shock from being scared and make her blink at the giant thing. Only one thing could escape her mouth and she didn't mean to say it either. "Why?"

....The thing's head raised to twist around to her with that fed up expression and she shut up again. "I ask the pecking questions here fool! And I won't repeat myself either so you better fess up before I change my mind. And trust me when I say no one likes that."

She gave a shutter and curled her knees up hugging her arms. "I-I....I don't know-"

"That's NOT an answer. You got here and I want to know HOW and NOW!!" His voice shook the empty space and she ....well she scowled back at him temper at the back of her mind started to flare up a wee bit from all she's been through.

"I said I don't know! I don't know where I am and the only way I got here is by crash landing from space and falling into from rotting wood! You pecking purple jack-o-lanturn worm!!" If he was going to be her doom then so be it! She had nothing to gain or lose.

The thing seemed to almost flinch and a brief moment of surprise flashed across his face before the scowl came back. Thick country accent sounded like her- "How did you get in space?", he asked getting up and floating again staring down at her. He was easily sixteen feet.

Her brow rose. "I was rescued by a little girl-''

"Hattie," Snatcher mutter gazing off in thought. ...Woman in an apron. Those eyes snapped back to her. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"......Poppy."

He flinched back eyes widening.....before a hum escaped him and he just...stared at her for a good long time. Neither said anything as they stared silently at each other and Poppy felt as though he was suddenly her every feature right down to staring into her very soul. And he might as well with what he mentioned earlier. Her blue eyes widened again when he floated forward, herself straining against the invisible wall as the purple reality slowly disappeared back into the foggy forest of dead trees and fog-

"Oof!"

The wall suddenly disappeared and had her landing on her back and looking up at the thing as it loomed over her again, this time reaching down and picking her up by the back of her dress and once again she was magically back in the air suspended by his arm. She got a good look up close of his face with was human-like in shape and what looked to be hair on his head and a sorta like lion mane of more purple hair around his neck and shoulders. Those narrowed eyes stared at her suspended messy self another glance before he hummed again.

"You and I are in for a very long talk to catch up."

#Snatcher

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safitheartist · 7 years

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More Argit 10.

@kariachi

When Argit woke up the second time it took him a bit to figure out what was going on. He was lying on a soft surface, softer then anything he really was used to, he could hear several voices, they were arguing but he didn’t understand what they were saying. He recognized the language, ‘English’ it was called if he remembered right. It was a common language used through out that quadrant due to it’s simplicity in form and grammar. He new his mother could speak it, but he personally didn’t understand shit.

He wrecked his brain, trying to piece together how he ended up in this situation. He remembered being draged along by his mother, she failed at finding somebody to sell him to again, then she got a tip from a old business partner apparently and brought him with her, saying something about a chance to prove his use. The rest, was blury, a mess of nightmares and jumbled memories, green eyes glowing in the dark is the last clear picture infront of his inner eye.

He tried to focus his ears, maybe he could figure out what they are saying, he has heared the language often enough that he should be able to understand at least some of it. He could make out 4 distinctive smells, but only two voices were speaking. “-really?! You are blaming me?! You are the one who let him wander off into a forest non of us really knows in the first place!” The voice sounded familiar, the image of green eyes flash infront of his eyes again, “That doesn’t mean you can just take a alien back here!” A masculine deep voice answered.

“I had to do something!” The other voice insisted.

He understood the term alien, but it didn’t really help, he already figured that the conversation was centered around him. Argit sniffed the air, hoping he could determine if they were in or outdoors. So far non of them seem to have noticed that he was awake.

“How do you know?” A third voice chimed in. It was softer, as if whoever talked was afraid of disturbing him. There was silence then the voice makes themselve known again. “How do you know that this is a alien Grandpa?” It sounded like another question, this time a bit more forceful. 'Grandpa’ was another word he recognized, so he was dealing with a family. Okay, that could help him, if they were related that means they most likely were using their first language. There were only a few planets in their quadrant which used English as more then just a business language. The null void came to mind but he quickly dismissed that idea, smelling the plant life, it was faint, so he guessed they probably were indoors somewhere, but it was there, ruling the hardly fertile pocket dimension he heard so much about out.

The next thought was Earth, it was the only planet he knew with that kind of vegitation and he was pretty sure that language originated from there. “It was in a thing that fell out of the sky! What else could it be?!” The masculine voice replied. Argit had no idea what they were talking about but he could spot a laier regardless, he already decided he doesn’t like this at all.

“Do you think he’s going to be alright?” Another voice, worry ridden and gentle, the room went silent as he felt a small hand brush over his fur in a gentle motion. Argit did his best to not stop breathing, unfamiliar with that kind of intimicy. “Ben. I’m sure everything will turn out alright.” The first voice said, “Ken is right, don’t worry too much about it.” The masculine voice also said, his tone was a lot more gentle. Ken and Ben are probably names Argit concluded.

The gentle stroke of his fur felt plesant and had a hard time not to start purring. He suddenly felt verry at peace and his aching muscles were starting to relax as sleep clouded his mind again. He crash landed on a forgine planet, was with people he didn’t know nor could understand, but somehow he still felt saver then he ever had in his life.

Ken wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. He stared at the tiny being lying in his bed, the moonlight reflected off of their quils making them look sharp and dangerous. He looked up to Ben and Gwen who were sharing the top bunk, he felt a uneasy feeling settle in his stomach. Was that really the right thing to do?

The weird watch like thing on the alien’s wirst was glowing softly, he wondered if it was uncomfortable to sleep with it on but he couldn’t find any way to take it off earlier.

He felt the knot in his stomach as he heared foot steps approaching him. He quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep as he felt the mattress of the fold up bed dip under his grandfather’s weight. “Kenny? I know you are awake.” Ken didn’t respond, stubbornly keeping his eyes shut. The man sighed, Ken felt his big fingers brush over his head and forcefully pulled his blanket over it. There was a moment of silence but then Max spoke again. “Listen, Kenny, I-” He paused, “I understand that you still hate me. I was many things in my life but a good parent was not one of them and I guess being a good grandparent isn’t my thing either.” Ken stayed silent as the elderly man trailed off. “I’m trying to become better, I swear. I was hoping we could patch things up during this trip but I get that this isn’t why you are here.” Ken grabbed on to the sheets tightly, twisting the fabric in his hands. “Listen, I’m sorry for snaping at you earlier. You only did what you felt was right and I’m proud of you for it, it’s just……” He trailed off again and Ken could feel his hand resting over his blanket, he thought back to their argument, remembering how nervous and distressed his grandfather seemed. “There are things about my life I would rather have you three not knowing about. Things I’m not necessarly proud of. But I want you to know that I love you three. You mean the world to me.” Ken pulled the blankets tighter around himself, he could hear his grandfather sighing again, “Good night. Have nice dreams.” He said, before he got up from the bed, making his way to the driver’s seat where he was sleeping that night. “I’m sorry.” The man’s voice was only a whisper, but Ken could hear it anyways as he blinked the tears in the corners of his eyes away.

He fell into a uneasy sleep, the leg he used to have was hurting.

#Ben 10 #argit

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digi-cow · 7 years

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Humans are weird idea, what if some of the first people in space play a prank and convince Aliens that our babys come from storks, like what we tell little kids. Alien: Human friend, I've been meaning to ask how you create young ones. Human: Oh well uh *looks at other human and winks* Storks. Alien: The tall birds with skinny legs? Human: Yeah dude, babys get grown in a cabbage patch and then delievered to parents. Alien: Why do they need to be grown with the vegitation? Human: To feed the storks, duh?

#humans are weird #humans in space #humans are space orcs #space australia

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the-lady-bryan · 5 years

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HP AU Idea: “The Wizarding World” game simulation.

Inspired by the Red Dwarf episode "Back to Reality". (If you haven't watched the show - holy mother of Cloister you are MISSING OUT ON A SMEGGING FABULOUS SHOW! If you're in the US, it is totally worth the $6.99/mo for Britbox. Also, it's got Classic Doctor Who on there, too so, y'know, that's also worth it. Moving on....)

Note: For anyone familiar with the episode - Totes not going to bother with the fascism world because I honestly have no interest in it. But the Red Dwarf simulation game machines? Fucking genius. The tech that ran them? Dude played Wormtail so of my brain ran off in a weird direction after remembering that.

Now on with the idea....

Modern world (like, our world) but a bit more advanced. And no, I haven’t spellchecked any of this garbage.

M-Corp, the leading game developer in the world, has unveiled the next greatest thing! Move over common Virtual Reality/Altered Reality and make room for Fully Simulated Living! Want to be a pirate? You and all your friends can sign up and play the Pirates of the Caribbean Experience! Want to go on an epic quest to stop evil and bring about the dawn of a new age? Well get eight of your best friends together for the fully immersive War of the Ring! Fight monsters, save elven maidens, and build a kingdom! Or be a tiny little thief and a band of dwarves. Whatever your heart desires. Or are you more of a spacefaring espionage kind of guy? Well in that case you'll want to sign up for the Red Dwarf Experience and play as Arnold J. Rimmer (just be careful not to end up playing the prat version all the way through like the beta tester did...)

"You haven't truly lived until you've died! But don't worry, you can always play another game!"

There is one game though.... one game that hasn't left the beta testing. And no one at M-Corp thinks it ever will. It was the first game they tried to make with the new tech, before all the bugs had been worked out and the safeguards had been put into place. They had stopped sending people into the game ten years ago when some of the beta testers hearts just... stopped. Coroners couldn't figure out what happened or why. Aside from mild dehydration the programmers who had volunteered to help test the game they had made just... died. James Potter and Lillian Evans were the last casualties of M-Corp's biggest failure to date... and they couldn't just unplug people either. The last person they did that to... Well... To this day he still believes he's a wizard who rebelled against the Dark Lord, the villain of the game and insists he needs to destroy some enchanted locket. Beta Tester Reginald Blackmoor was never the same after experiencing "The Wizarding World" game.

And so they have to wait for the testers characters to die in the game and hope that whatever had happened to Potter, Evans, and a handful of others, doesn't happen again.

Seventeen years ago a team of hackers made it known that they had a theory, but couldn't test it out unless they were plugged into what the underground and pirating circles called "The Lost Game". A game so deadly it literally killed people who played it. So of course, adrenaline junkie and all around smart ass known only as "Son of Prongs" and his right and left hand, "Bookworm" and "Garbage Disposal" had to do everything they could to get into this impossible game.

It was crazy. It was unethical and honestly not in the company's best interest... but when the offer was made it was M-Corp's desperation that drove them to accept.

It's been 16 years since the three hackers were plugged in immediately following the download of data from one of their hardrives directly into the game. During that time they lost quite a lot of testers, especially in the last three years. The first of the mysterious deaths had been beta tester Cedric Edwards. The next was Bartholemew Tenant. Unlike most of the mysterious deaths, he seemed to have died of absolute fright while in the machine. The deaths afterwards were rather... steady. Then, one day, there was a mass system failure and they lost half the tester and programmer team. Some they were able to pull out before the cascading feedback could turn them to vegitables. As this was happening, many of those unaffected would give pained grunts or twitch in their stations. One young man spontaneously combusted right in his seat. Thankfully they were able to put him out before it spread to others, but the man did not survive.

Of those who had been brought out of the game during the system failure and survive, it was... unsettling to watch them in the recovery rooms. Many kept freaking out and demanding to know "where is my wand!" while others kept shouting at them about being something called a "mudblood" or somesuch.

One man, part of the original team with James Potter and Lillian Evans sat in silence. Periodically he would reach up to his throat and then look at his forearm in disbelief. When he finally did speak, while staring down at a name badge with a picture of himself on it, only 20 or so years younger, his voice was quiet and slightly uncertain. "My name. It is... Steven Prince?" "Yes, Mr. Prince." "And I... have been inside of an illusion-" "A simulation." "A simulation. For twenty years." "Yes." "And all this time, my family did not wonder where I was?" "You signed a NDA and a waiver. M-Corp is not responsible for-" "There is no Dark Lord." "No. There is not. Magic is not real. You cannot break the laws of physics by saying a few words here and there." "What... Lily. Was Lily real? Is she here, too?" "Your fiance.... died, Mr. Prince. Sixteen years ago. We do not know how or why it happened. She and design specialist James Pot-" "I believe I understand, thank you." And he has not said anything since.

It's a full year after the event the survivors of the system failure call "The Battle of Hogwats" before the game is finally, finally shut down and those still plugged in are able to be removed. Most of those removed during the "Battle of Hogwarts" have regained their memories and attempted to assymilate back into the real world. Many still have trouble and some, such as Remmy Wulfric, are in and out of institutions. One man, the lead project developer who had been able to leave the game before most of them, Brian Dumbledore, never recovered and is a permanent resident in the same wing as Reginald Blackmoor. This was after he was found robbing corner stores dressed in outrageous wizard costumes from the halloween stores, and demanding they hand over all the lemon sherberts "for the greater good". It was all over the news. And clips from security cams made it to youtube, where he further made it to fame on "World's Dumbest" styled funny clip shows.

The last three to emerge from the game are "Son of Prongs" "The Bookworm" and "Garbage Disposal". The three of them have no idea where they are or how they got there. According to one of them, he was just about to get married to the love of his life, Ginny Weasley.

And that's when the three of them are handed each a suitcase and the original hard drive with written instructions and are escorted to a recovery facility.

It doesn't help that one of the first people they saw was the Care Tech, Peter Paddington, who went around to make sure everyone's nutrition sacks were refilled and their fluid lines still clear and running correctly. And, when the need arose, dealing with "waste disposal". It wasn't Peter's fault that his best mate James decided to sneak in a cameo into the game for him since his mind couldn't handle the load of the simulation. Otherwise he would have been in there with him and their other best friends.

Anyway, in recovery the three hackers open their suitcases to find clothes and notebooks and a disk each with the words "watch me alone". Once the three of them have gotten their memories back, or rather, convinced others they have gotten their memories back and are released, they follow the directions written in one of their journals in a code that they recognize as having been used during the "horcrux hunt" - which they now know never happened. They find a storage locker and after doing some snooping they learn that it's been paid up every month automatically from a bank account bearing the name "Sybil Trelawney". It was a code name, according to Bookworm's notebook, that they used when talking amongst themselves about their theories about The Lost Game.

They find computers inside, and it's Bookworm who has to operate them because neither Son of Prongs or Garbage Disposal remember how. When she loads the first one from her own suitcase, it's got all three of them in the shot. And they're all in the storage locker. They seem to be having some sort of argument between them. "No, I'm telling you, that game changes people! Look! Reginald Blackmoor came out honestly believing he was some... some wizard named Regulus Black!" "so it made him insane. Honestly Ronny anything that messes with the human psyche and perception-" "Then explain how he managed to kill the pub owner by just pointing a stick at him!" "The pub owner was old and his medical records showed-" "Yeah?! What about the strange deaths, huh?! For fuck's sake, Henry's mom died because of that game! Don't you two want to know how or why?!" "Of course I want to know! The fuckers covered it up and said it was something else but I KNOW it was that stupid game!" "Then what are we waiting for? We've tested the program over and over. We know it works. If we can just get it and ourselves in there-" "We've tested it in a controlled environment, Ronny. That's not the same as uploading our patch to the M-Corp servers. There's every chance that it would be corrupted the moment we're plugged in. We may even lose ourselves like Blackmoor did." "Fuck off, Jane. It's Henry's project, so it's Henry's decision."

The second disk, from apparently Ronny's suitcase is the three of them again. This time laying out the plan. "If we can just get to your mom's fiance... he has an editic memory. We can use that." "The day Steven Prince willingly helps me is the day hell freezes over. He hates me, and you know it." "Why though?" "Fuck if I know." "Maybe he's just pissed that you're proof someone else got to your mom first." "dude." "What? I knew a guy like that. Right bastard he was. Made his girlfriend give her kid to her ex, even though the dude was a fuckin meth dealer." "That's horrible!" "Steve isn't THAT bad. Besides, she didn't even know who my dad was. Do you know how many dudes were at that frat party? Now enough about my dead mom's sex life and back to the plan..."

The last disk, from "Henry's" suitcase is Henry looking frantic and addressing the camera. He looks like he's in the offices of M-Corp. Behind him on cots are Jane/Hermione/Bookworm and Ronny/Ron/Garbage Disposal. Henry/Harry/Son of Prongs keeps running a hand through his hair and green eyes keep darting to a screen off camera. "Something's wrong. We plugged in Trelawney to upload the patch and... it looked normal. But... we're twenty minutes till plug in time and the data's corrupted already. I've tried to edit the code but whatever is in this game is vicious and intelligent. It's got tendrils everywhere. It's rewriting code at a rate I can't keep up with. I'm trying to write up a new function. If it works, then whatever this thing is... we'll be able to trap it on the hardrive, and then destroy it. We promised to anylize the code after we shut down the game from the inside but... that won't be possible without infecting other systems. But... there's more. I hacked into the personel files. I needed to see what... how my mom really died. Nothing. But when I looked through old surveilence footage I found something. Just before she died she was... glowing. Her and that James Potter bloke. So I dug through more files. It's strange. Everyone that died had something weird happen to them or near them just before they kicked it. I can't explain it... Just in case we don't make it, or somehow our minds are lost or, god forbid we end up like that Blackmoor bloke, whatever you do, don't hook that harddrive up to anything. Destroy it. And if possible, destroy the game, too. I think one of the original programmers did this but I can't be sure until we get inside."

Voldemort, it turns out, is a self-replicating virus (hence horcruxes and the problem of never actually being able to get rid of Voldemort completely) created by disgruntled computer programer Thomas Marvin Riddle who was fired from the project by Brian Dumbledore after he threatened to destroy a co-worker's career if she didn't lie and give him credit for her work.

Life goes on. The entire Wizarding World game is covered up and the equipment broken down. But there's a problem still... small groups of former beta testers and programmers who lived through the experience start meeting up in "support groups". None of them can really get over what happened to them. Especially when some of them start noticing they have had strange things happen around them... almost like bouts of accidental magic.

Henry, Jane, and Ronny run a message board under the names Potter, Granger, and Weasley. Their memories of their lives before the game never returned. They destroyed the harddrive without looking at it. Unfortunately for everyone involved, it did change them physically... and made them all real witches and wizards.

And unfortunately.... disgruntled programmer Thomas Marvin Riddle had a pirated game station hidden in the basement of his home and the harddrive wasn't able to catch quite everything linked to the Voldemort Virus...

#Harry Potter AU #Harry Potter #fanfic idea #idea #fanfic

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biraraiyi · 5 years

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ironicallyucryfeedthemonkey-blog · 6 years

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Real Shit

Hey Fred

Rehab

LYRICS

Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red

Wild turkey out the bottle, gauz covers where the wrists bled

I begged and pled and fled rocking a hospital gown brain dead

Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred

Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit

I don't know if I want peace that bad

It's that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad

Everybody else seems to get mad, yeah, yeah

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

I look half dead from here and I need bread for beer

They're probably discovering my empty bed about now

No turning back, oh my God

I turn up the radio, rain smacking the window

I'm the Mario inside the Super Nintendo

Can't hide when you're sick

And the chemicals are holding the joystick

Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit

Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah

It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad

But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah

Vegitation, euphoric hope, I'm graspin'

Walkin' out the methadone clinic, fuck it, I'm relapsin'

Heaped up on more snow than Asperin

Looking for fudge ripple, I got my rig

Life is good, oh how you fig

Pump up my dose to triple, yo, main line

Noddin' out, fallin' on my spine

CC's and cheap wine, back to the land of the blind

Rewind, opium dens knockin' out brain cells in the tens of thousands

Hookers and junkie hens and shitty housin'

How arousing, day six in the desert, on a horse with no name

Gradual suicide, but whose to blame

I guess it's nobody's fault, I'm just lame

Nothin' stops cause if I'm headed back to Detox

I'm drinkin' Clorox

Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit

Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah

It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad

But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah

Quick Fred, floor it, I gotta get away

Hands me a J, says it will be okay

Like an old friend is the smell and the taste

You know, Fred, I just couldn't take that place

Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit

Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah

It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad

But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah

Hey Fred, hey Fred

Songwriters: Daniel Alexander / Jason Brooks / Milan Williams

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abloomntime · 3 years

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A Bloom In Time Ch11 Fixing One Problem At A Time P3

(Disclaimer: The moss part I do NOT know is true, if you want to look it up go right ahead. Im just using it as logic on their fake planet and for the story.)

She felt sick.

Was this it?....Did she die and what happened before was all just a dream? Was she being taken to where ever beautiful place spirits went?

Maybe she would've been better off not even coming to this kingdom in the first place. If she knew a crazy queen was going to-

"Miss Poppy!?"

"HELLO?! IS SOMEONE THERE!! I CAN SURE USE A PECKIN' HAND HERE!!," she yelled out but got no response in return for her shout.

SNAP!!

"I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. I-...love-...you ..w-with all my heart and soul....may my soul...never....forget...that.."

"A-A-A-.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

She gave a shutter and curled her knees up hugging her arms. "I-I....I don't know-"

Her brow rose. "I was rescued by a little girl-''

"Hattie," Snatcher mutter gazing off in thought. ...Woman in an apron. Those eyes snapped back to her. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"......Poppy."

"Oof!"

"You and I are in for a very long talk to catch up."

#ABloomInTime #florist x snatcher #snatcher x florist #a hat in time snatcher #a hat in time florist #Snatcher #Florist #The Florist

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