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Linked- A prequel to the Corruptundra AU

Takes place right after Annihilate’s revival in the Corruptundra AU; how Dominus was befriended by Chel.

It is recommended to read this fic so as to understand future events on this blog.

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The chains binding his arms kept his powers in check, they had said. Dominus repeated this like a mantra in his mind as he was lead through the dark corridor, able to see the distant sparkling glow of the Tree through the thin, dark wood walls.

His eye was dull with exhaustion, and he didn’t even put up a fight as he was lead to what could very well be his doom.

Dominus was tired. Tired of his small, insignificant existence, tired of running from a seemingly omnipresent enemy… tired of playing the victim.

He could potentially destroy his captors. Even without his powers… he was so much bigger and stronger than them. They were puny, weak shapes… while he was created for the sole purpose of killing their kind.

And yet… he remained docile, silently scanning his surroundings for a potential escape route, should he regain the will to move. His core thrummed softly, the energy within seeming to pulse with anticipation. Deep down, he wanted to shatter them. He wanted to smear their dust across the walls, crush them into bits and laugh, like he came close to doing just a few months before.

The blue square leading him through the old building was smaller than the others. She was a weakling; the only reason she was still alive was because, if he was being truthful, Dominus was a bit afraid of her. Just how much magical potential was packed into that small, ten-inch tall shape?

Dominus himself was a staggering eight feet, yet even in his more powerful form, he was slain by this kid and her friends. She didn’t have the sheer power of the Treeangle on her side anymore, but Dominus was willing to bet that she could still at least buy enough time for her teammates to find a power source if he chose to attack.

Dominus huffed, his eye flickering in mild annoyance. If only these chains were gone…. He’d be at his full power. Even after his defeat, he was a force to be reckoned with. He’d survived, no… thrived out in the wilderness for months without the Tree’s light. Surely he was powerful enough to best a tiny square.

His angered thoughts came to a sudden halt as the miniscule shape paused at the end of the hallway, turning a corner and opening the door. Bright lights assaulted Dominus’s vision, and he hissed, shaking his head.

His horns flicked downward in mild irritation, and he snorted, “What’s the holdup? He tilted his head, glowering down at the small being. His voice was laced with bitter mirth as he hummed, “Is the executioner busy?”

The square chirped indignantly, and Dominus felt her grip on his wrist falter. She turned to face him, huffing. “No one is exe…ex...” She struggled on the words; she was obviously young, hardly even half the height of an average adult shape. “No one is executing you.”

Dominus’s eye narrowed, the pupil thinning to a catlike slit. He hissed, “Then why’d ya bring me here? Aren’t I a danger to keep around?” He held up his hands. The square was carried along, letting out a startled squeak as she was lifted into the air. Dominus chuckled darkly, “I can crush ya like a bug, even with these chains… I’m a monster.”

The square barked, “No, you’re not!” She floated up to be at eye level with the beast, her eyes flashing with determination. “You’re not a monster… just misunderstood.”

With that, the tiny shape darted through the door, dragging Dominus along. The pink menace gave only a halfhearted groan in protest as he was yanked along. His eye flashed with anger, yet he said nothing, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden brightness.

His eye widened, however, as he realized where he was.

“Blighted roots…” he muttered. He looked around, surveying his surroundings. He glanced at the square for a moment, mumbling a hissed, “You didn’t…”

The square nodded rapidly, dashing around the room. “I convinced Arliss to help me get all your stuff outta that old cave.” She landed upon a desk, leaning against some DJ equipment. “You can stay with us now. It’s not much, but… it’s our home… and maybe you’ll see it as home, too.”

Dominus stared, awestruck. He looked around, a shocked sort of nostalgia filling his core. He stuttered, “You… you brought… all of my stuff here?”

The square nodded, flying over to sit on his shoulder. She began to list off the items and furniture, “The rock band posters, the music equipment, even that ratty old couch!” She pointed to the pullout couch in the corner, cringing a bit. “We uh… we found a spare mattress in the basement… it’s a bit dusty, but it’s better than sleeping on a couch, right?”

Dominus gave a small nod. “Uh… yeah, I guess.” His horns flicked upward as he heard a sudden click. He looked down to see as the glowing chains around his arms started to… fade… “You’re really letting me go?” He glanced at the square, incredulous. “Even after what I did?”

The tiny hero smiled brightly, chirping. Her eyes glimmered with a hopeful glow as she squeaked, “You couldn’t have always been like that… maybe you were lonely…” She hovered before him, holding out a hand. “I don’t want anyone to be lonely… so… do you want to be part of my family? We can show you how to be a good person… and you can have friends, too…”

Dominus stared at the square for a long while, shaking a bit. The heroes seemed to… actually care about him. They’d gotten all of his old stuff and brought it here… even arranged it the way it used to be. His old, broken DJ equipment was fixed and cleaned up as if brand new, and the whole room shone with an ambient energy, as if all the negativity had washed away, replaced with… hope.

The pink menace clenched and unclenched his fists. He stared at his claws, contemplative. His gaze landed on the tiny square again, and he winced.

“Even if I wasn’t a… bad guy…” He hesitated. “Why would you let a complete stranger in your house?”

The cyan shape let out a giggle. “Well, you won’t be a stranger for long.” She held out a hand to shake. “The name’s Chel. What’s yours?”

Dominus felt a tiny smile beginning to creep up the edges of his mouth. Almost robotically, he extended a hand. “M-my name… my name is…”

He could still destroy her. He was still just as dangerous. He’d shattered her without regret, without even knowing that she could revive herself. He’d knowingly attempted to kill the poor kid… and a tiny part of him still wanted to.

A room and some moved furniture didn’t change that. Although he could smell the distant fragrance of freshly baked chocolate cookies coming from a covered platter on the table… he couldn’t let himself slip. He looked at the square, wincing as he noticed the tentative smile spreading across her face.

He sighed, horns flicking back. Well, he was here now…

“My name’s Dominus… nice to meet you.”

#jsab #just shapes and beats #Big Bad Brother | Dominus #Story of a Broken World #Prequel #Heroic Little Kid | Chel #Written Update

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