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End him?

Yes<

No

Decisions, decisions

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Just a little fic I sketched here

So, there was the South Park fanfiction of Mysterion x Professor Chaos that inspired me a lot so today, I decided to give it a try and write the chapter 1 here, well, lez go!

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                           The True Chaos Finally Rises                  Written by DudaPlaysUndertaleBoiis <3

                                           Chapter One:

                             The Chaos was Inevitable

Butters stared blankly at the ceiling, it was late in the dawn with a fine breeze coming through the window of his room. He glanced at the clock that was right above the nightstand: 02:34 AM. He sat in his bed and spaced out in his own thoughts.

How this all happened? It was too late to go back now, and he knew it very well. He wasn't doing this for evil, but he wasn't doing a good thing either. He trained himself to not care about it, but today was different, it was the start of something he had been planing for so long... It was scary to think about it, everyone in the town will be in great shock and disbelief, everyone will hate him, but it's not like he isn't used to this at all. To be honest? It wasn't exactly his fault was it? It all started when he was just a little child, the most naive and kind of any means. Butters life never was the greatest, his parents became even more restrict about his behaviour as he grown up, grounding him all the time and giving him punishments he didn't deserve at all.

But it all REALLY started when Butters started to hang around Stan's Gang, he was very happy with his knew friends cycle and everything was going pretty. But the kids never exactly LIKED Butters, of course, he was cool and everything but they wanted someone BETTER than Butters (without saying that they thought they were owners of the school and they could do whatever they wanted because they were just fourth graders at the time). The gang said they didn't want to be friends with Butters anymore, and Butters felt devastaded. Kind of, because with that great disappointment in his life, he got an idea, another ''version'' of him, much more cruel and evil than anybody in this town, his alter-ego, super villain...!

Professor Chaos.

He would be his alter-ego, a person rejected by the society, with the only one, and unique objective:

To bring the Chaos, this world.

It was kinda fun at the start, he would do just little and or significant little ''crimes'', change the orders someone asked at an restaurant, rob some bread here and there... There was even this kid that was his partner in crime for a while, but he  needed to move away from South Park for some reason. But this was when everything got wrong, Butters used his alter-ego as a coping mechanism, but with time, he grown up, Butters wasn't naive anymore, his parents were just having more and more fights, and he was pretty much always neglected, getting grounded at shouted at for no reason at all, receiving punishments and ending without his phone all the time. School never helped too, there was always someone trying to take him down, use his kind nature against himself... Bullying happened, even if it was gossips about untrue things or just some silly ''jokes'' that internally could hit him like a bullet. And this always pissed him off.

He was always kind and gentle with mostly EVERYBODY, but to compensate it, his mind was almost all the time full with negative thoughts, rage, saddness, regrets and anything like that. When he grew into Maturity, he was obligated to tolerate and understand all the shit that happened in his life, he woud try to stay positive, but he always bottled up his emotions. He had no one he trusted to talk about his real thoughts... and there is when Professor Chaos enters in scene.

Professor Chaos, the alter-ego he and ONLY he knew about, someone who's pure purpose is to cause chaos and destruction everywhere, a cold, dark and analitical personality that doesn't care about his own image and how people will judge him for his actions, someone that cheats off the system to win, someone who doesn't give a shit at all. This was Professor Chaos.

It was perfect.

He could let all his anger and rage out, and without his usual kind and naive personality, it was easier to do bad things and don't regret a bit of it. So this was when the True chaos arise, a person that wants revenge, revenge for all the people like him, rejected, neglected, forever forget by society, who wants that everyone who achieved something that it truly didn't deserve, who will finally let the entire world know that...

‘’The Better Future, is an illusion and ''The-So-Called-Justice'' is a lie. In the end, only The Pure Chaos, will prevail.‘‘

Butters, glanced back at the clock, 2:41 AM huh? He had been spacing out for a while, but this wasn't what truly mattered. It was finally time.

He got up and took his backpack, checked if the door was well locked and he jumped through the window, doing a little bit of parkour you would say, he jumped to the tree and finally reached the ground. His shoes touched the grass and the wind howled, filling him with Determination, he ran through the empty streets, being silent and as fast as he always were, he finally reached a dark and isolated alley, that was perfect for him to dress up. He put his green backpack at the ground and dressed up as his villainous alter-ego, the darkest and most melancholic part of his hidden personality:

Professor Chaos.

Chaos rapidly has a big wide smile at his face, it was always so freeing to be in that silly costume, no limitations, he could do whatever he wanted. He escalated the alley till he got to the roof, he started jumping through the ceiling of each homes of South Park as he always did, he generally would be a little bit more descreet while jumping in everybody's roof, but as he predicted, there was nobody there, well- except one person... But he was ready for this encounter.

It was actually funny to know how Professor Chaos evoluted and grown up by Butters side, before they were exactly the same person, but with time getting by, Butter made sure anyone would EVER find out but his second personality, he became the best at hiding his frustration and anger for those he most hated, he turned him and Professor Chaos into completely different people, not the same thought, dreams, view of life. To be honest- it is actually insanely scary how someone like Butters could be ever able to hide all the hate inside his hearth, only with gentle words, positive attitude and a kind smile. Of Course Butters sometimes felt guilty for lying to everyone, but he grew out of it. Because even considering himself a forgiving person, hiding his true thoughts and feeling damaged his personality entirely. He would act nice with you, but deep inside, Professor Chaos was always there to judge you for every.single.mistake he could remember of.

Butters fell hard on the roof of that concrete bar at the edge of the small town, he looked far away, far across the grand grass field, was the alcohol factory of the town, where all the fucking alcohol in the town was fabricated, where all that drunk assholes got their precious drinks, Chaos felt a little empty feeling in his stomach, for the little memory of his drunk dad shouting at him, but he quickly got back in track with his own objective right there, he started growing more and more excited as the seconds passed, he patiently waited for his arrival.

A few minutes passed and he felt the sudden harsh stomp at this concrete roof only a few meters away from him right from behind. His smile grew wider as he let go a little giggle of his own mouth.

The little vigilant has arrived~~

Mysterion, his arch-nemesis that was there to protect the town, was always trying to get in his way and ruin his plans, apparently the little guy thinks he is actually doing something good, and that he is REALLY turning the town into a better place. How silly of him... They had been enemies for so long now, before Chaos thought he was just another silly goy that believed that he was actually doing justice, and that the world wasn't THAT unfair, but with time Professor Chaos grew to understand that he is not only this, but too, an actual pussy that would always try to ruin his plans. It's probably impossible to count how many times Mysterion has stopped Chaos plans, but to compensate, the number of times that Professor Chaos brought true chaos to the town and Mysterion hadn't even a single IDEA that Chaos was the one causing all the commotion, is countless, too.

Professor Chaos turned around and the usual costume with the interrogation point at the top was not even surprising, but expected. He greeted Mysterion with a evil smile that only him knew how to do. The moonlight shined against Chaos's costume as Mysterions expression filled with hate. There was a tremendous and uncomfortable silence for a moment, only the wind could be heard at that moment, so Chaos decided  to finally break the silence, and greet his good ol' pal:

- Mysterion! How nice to see you again, I'm glad you found note and considered coming ya know, you took quite a while... It was hard to find this place?

Mysterion stared at the image of Chaos impersonated, he was actually checking before if it wasn't a trap or anything, and if it was safe to come. He let out a huff, this situation was very strange, no wonder why he hated this guy. He forces his Mysterion alter-ego voice (That totally doesn't look like Batman's):

- I'm here. What the fuck do you want??! Did you put this bar on fire or something?

Batm- I mean, Mysterion said in a very serious tone, as Professor Chaos just smirked, as if it was all just a silly funny joke:

- Geeez, relax! No. I didn't put this building on fire... I just wanted to talk with my good old pal Mysterion! 

Professor Chaos laughed as Mysterion grew more angry watching his worst enemy laugh at him, something was wrong, Professor Chaos was plotting something. And it was for Mysterion to stop him. Mysterion closed his fist and stood up in combat pose, Professor Chaos widened his eyes and stared at the tiny green digital clock on his costume: 02:57 AM. His face kinda got off in disappointment and Mysterion had no idea why at all, but Chaos rapidly straightened his face and said with some notable sarcasm in his tone:

- Awn c'mon Mysterion! Let's just have some nice chatting for the next... 3 minutes?

Mysterion lauched towards Professor Chaos, Chaos just smiled even more. As he said under his breath:

- Pre - dic - ta - ble .

The fight started, Mysterion was the first one to leave a punch Professor Chaos shoulder, next thing he knows is Professor Chaos leaving a big kick at his legs that made both almost lose balance, but Mysterion got his chance and left a big punch right into Professor Chaos cheeks. Chaos put his hands at the wounded place and let out a groan of pain, he opened his eyes, waves of rage going through his veins. A nasty bruise like that would be impossible to hide from everyone at school! He closed his fists and with all his forces, he punched right into Mysterions stomach, that was not only surprised with the sudden blow, but needed to backup for a second, because the punch was way too strong and painful, that it actually was able to get out all of his air. Wounded, but not defeated Mysterion was ready to fight back. All of the sudden, the little clock at Chaos pulse started beeping, Mysterion got surprised but Professor Chaos immediately turned around, this caught Mysterion of surprise:

BOOM-

Was it a earthquake? Mysterion had no idea. He immediately lost all the balance he had and fell into the hard concrete of that ordinary bar as he felt the entire world was shaking, he could hear explosions, little booms here and there from particularly not THAT far away, Batm- I mean, Mysterion widened his eyes, catch his breath and lifted his head. What he saw was incredibly unbelievable. Mysterions eyes filled with horror as he saw Professor Chaos staring at the big explosions that were happening far away at the alcohol factory, it was all exploding, in flames. He looked around to see people were leaving their houses and switching on their lights to see what was going on. He  suddenly felt a hard, harsh and cold feeling in his chest, even more painful than the injury Chaos had inflicted to him. So many question.. He could have prevented it? Someone was in the area of the explosion? Some house nearby could get damaged by the explosion? Someone was injured?! He didn't know. The only thing he knew was that the guy  who caused it was right in front of him, smiling. Mysterion started hyperventilating, a panic attack.

Professor Chaos looked at the read and blue lights coming, at the citizens screaming and pointing at his masterpiece at the middle of the dawn and how most of South Park was now awake:

- Phase one complete.

Mysterion was in shock, what that meant? Chaos said it in almost a whisper so Mysterion wasn't supposed to have heard it. What he meant with ''Phase one complete''???! Chaos turned around back to find an super scared, horrified and disgusted Mysterion that still hadn't got the balls to get up again. But surprisingly, his face was... melancholic. His expression was completely empty and so... Blank? An expression that Mysterion never thought that he was actually going to see in Chaos face. Professor Chaos, seeing that weird stare he received from his enemy, rapidly changed his posture to some sort of fake smile, and immediately changed his tone to his usual malefic tone of voice:

- What is it Mysterion? Didn't like the little surprise of mine?

Mysterion felt the pain of this defeat like a dagger at his chest, this guy was a heartless monster... How many people loosing their jobs... People around may be injured... The entire town compromised! His jaw dropped, and the only thing he could say, was:

- Y- you're so... so FUCKING insane...

Mysterion said, trying his best to not let his voice crack even a bit. Professor Chaos widened his eyes, he wondered that Mysterions face at this moment would be priceless, like, total shock and disbelief or he would be just pissed off but Mysterion actually WAS scared!!! Hyperventilating and all, this was so... unexpected? But right now he didn't care, so after this response, seeing what a great victory today was and how he managed to make even Mysterion in state of fear, he said in a very sadistic way:

- You bet I am! But now.. reeeeally... I think we're parting ways. The police is coming and I don't think it would be a great idea neither of us to just stay here. But hey! Don't worry! We can always hangout another time ya know! It was such a great meeting today that I'm sure I would happily agree to have another one! Now I'm going, I think you should probably go to, even if everyone in the town thinks your a little... Hero... The police still considers vigilantism an actual crime, right? Well anyways, Cya~~!

Professor Chaos jumped off the roof and got lost at the lots of people at the streets, filming what was happening. Batma- I mean, Mysterion tried to look for him, but at the same way Chaos has jumped... Now he was completely gone.

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Yup, that was the chapter of this fic I just imagined at my mind, tell me what you think of it and if I should continue it, mkay?!!

back at it with the fop:anw x qsmp au 💪💪

Grief (in OMORI)

After unspeakable tragedy, the five friends left behind grieve differently.

A study of Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Hero, and Kel's grief. Soul-Crushing Angst. Part Fanfiction; Part Analysis. Cross Posted to AO3.

(Warnings for Soul-Crushing Angst, Grief, Depression, Referenced Canonical Character Death, and Heavy Themes. Canon Typical OMORI warnings and MAJOR Omori Spoilers)

Sunny’s grief is quiet. He fades into shadowy corners watching his mother’s wailing with stormy eyes, but he doesn’t make a sound. He hasn’t spoken a word since Mari died—not that he talked much to begin with, but now there’s nothing he could even want to say. He can’t stand speaking to an empty room, waiting for that familiar laugh or the lilted, tinkly voice of his sister that would never come. He’d never hear her voice again, never hear her laugh, never hear the sounds of her piano playing.

The house is quiet without her. There’s no laughter. No music. No sound besides the violent sobbing of his mother. Silence has never been so deafening. He hides in the comfort of his mind where she’ll laugh and talk again, forever because the guilt of knowing why the world’s gone silent is too much for him to bear.

His father thinks him cold and unfeeling because he won’t talk—won’t wail and weep like his mother or his friends, but painful tears struggle free from the corners of his burning eyes. They catch in his eyelashes, trickle down his cheeks—pained but silent. He feels the loss of her like losing a part of himself. It’s more painful than he could ever have the words to explain, so he doesn’t even try. His mother says that talking about it might make him feel better, but he doesn’t feel he has the right to that anymore, not after what he’s done. He silenced Mari and the world along with her, so he silences himself. 

(Continues Under the Cut)

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Basil’s grief is destructive. It eats him alive from the inside until tears stream out of his bloodshot eyes like a faucet. He weeps unconsolably from the moment he gets up in the morning until he cries himself to sleep at night. He doesn’t think he will ever stop crying. He doesn’t think he deserves to.

Even thinking about Mari brings tears to his eyes to the point where he can’t even remember her—can’t even hold on to the good memories. The pages of his photo album are all colored out now as if that could somehow erase them. He doesn’t feel he deserves them anymore. He doesn’t deserve to remember her happy—to remember her as anything more than contorted, still, and lifeless at the bottom of those stairs or swinging limply in the wind from the limb of that tree outside.

It almost doesn’t feel real. A part of him still wakes up hoping it was all some horrible nightmare, but it wasn’t. It isn’t. Mari’s gone and playing a role in that means he doesn’t deserve to remember her. His grief will destroy him.

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Aubrey’s grief is volatile—loud. She cries and screams as if the sounds of her wailing could somehow bring Mari back. But she knows that it won’t. Most days, she feels like she’s falling down a dark, bottomless pit without anything to catch her—without anything to hold onto. She can’t make sense of it—how something like this could happen. Why it would.

Her hands clinch into fists, throw things at walls of her room, pound into her pillow as she screams because she doesn’t have the words for the pain she’s feeling. Then, everything goes quiet, and she weeps.

The weight of a world without Mari is too heavy for her small, trembling shoulders. She’ll have to make them stronger.

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Hero’s grief is overwhelming. It crushes him until he can’t breathe. He hasn’t been able to catch his breath since he heard she was gone. He feels like he’s drowning in pitch black darkness—dark water seeping into his nose and mouth if he tries to breathe, drowning out any cry for help he could possibly make. But he doesn’t make them. He doesn’t deserve to—not after he didn’t love her enough. If he had, maybe she’d still be here. The truth that she isn’t constricts and strangles like a chain around his heart, a crushing weight he’ll carry for the rest of his life. He crumbles under it.

Every time he thinks he’s finally stopped crying, the tears keep falling again. He can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do anything but stare blankly at the ceiling of his room, tortured by guilt, by “what ifs,” by questions of if there was anything he could have done, if there was any way he could have saved her. But he is too weak. He can’t even save himself.

He always believed the sun shined brighter whenever Mari smiled, but he knows that better now because losing her has completely snuffed it out. The world is dark now, and Hero drowns in it.

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Kel’s grief is aching like the dulled pain of an old injury when it rains. There’s an empty space in his heart now and it pangs every time he finds himself turning to say something to her or wanting to show her something or tell her a story only to realize that she isn’t there and that she isn’t going to be there ever again.

He doesn’t cry as much as Hero or Aubrey or Basil, and he worries it isn’t enough—worries it means he didn’t care about her enough. But he knows he did. He had to because even if it doesn’t always bring tears to his eyes, something breaks a little in him every time he realizes he’ll never make her laugh or make her smile again.

He tries to think of what would make her happy, if there’s anything he could do to make her happy now. All he can think is that she wouldn’t want another person crying for her, so he tries his best to heal, to remember the good times, and to smile when he thinks of her, even if his smiles are a little bittersweet, a little empty now.

He worries that his friends don’t remember how to be anything but sad and grief-stricken. Worries he’ll never see his brother smile again, will never see Basil without bloodshot, weeping eyes, will never see Aubrey without gritted teeth and clinched fists as she blinks back tears, will never see Sunny again at all. Kel’s grief isn’t just losing Mari—it’s losing everyone. It’s watching them suffer without anything he can do to fix it. Left wondering if any of them will ever truly be happy again. Wondering if they even can be in world without Mari, even when he knows that’s what would make her happy.

He’s never felt so helpless, and maybe that’s what hurts worst of all.