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Prologue

[And so, here comes the boy >:3 this was the story I was talking about in an earlier post, figured it's time I put this down somewhere. Do note, I'm no professional writer so consider this just another part of the chaotic babbling in here]

A Continuation

Inside a castle overlooking a flourishing city, the youngest Prince of the kingdom sighs lightly, smiling in satisfaction as he looks down at the bustling city.

Colorful decorations hangs from house to house, bright merchant stalls are advertising their products from both sides of the streets of the square, and throves of people are out and about, happily enjoying the bright sun and cool breeze with joyous songs and music.

It's so hard to believe that just a few decades ago, this world was just about ready to collapse, born from the fires of generations upon generations of mistakes and was about to get its just givings. But now, it's thriving like it has never before. Just like the old days, before any kind of Revolution, in the safe and peaceful times. And all of it is thanks to one person only.

"There you are!"

The Prince jumps, whipping around at the voice. There, standing directly behind him, in all his elegant and dashing glory, the reason why the world have not fallen over in its face and died yet. The oldest member of the Great Seven, the white-haired maintainer of peace of all the lands, the selfish and caring individual that risked his very soul to save the world, Acedia Whi—

"Quit running off on your own stupid brat! We're on a schedule here you damn beyblade!" The highly praised person slaps the daydreaming Princes' head, snapping him back to reality.

"Ow! Sorry!" he yelps, rubbing his aching head, "Wait, beyblade?"

"Well, you flail your arms around like a beyblade when you attack, it just fits." The tall man shrugs nonchalantly, brushing past the Prince. "Now come on, hurry up!"

"A-Alright alright!" The Prince sputters, jogging up to match the long strides of the man. "And like I've said, I'm not flailing around! I'm—"

"Yes, yes, you're integrating the arts of Feng Shui Jutsu or whatever, yada yada yada," the man flippantly waves him off. "To be honest, I see no difference."

The Prince can feel a vein in his head throb at the man's blatant dismissal of his technique, wanting to lecture him (again) about the Celestial Arts, but he just sighs, deciding not to since he knows it'll just be a waste of breath (again). He unconsciously pouts. 'I mean, I get it. Techniques are just a joke to you with how over-powered you are but can you at least not mock it?'

The man in front of him shakes his head in mock dismay, "Really, with how you fight like a flopping fish, I worry for the future of this Kingdom. Especially if you make dumb decisions like seeking out a dead myth you heard from a senile on the streets."

The Prince breath hitches, not only because he actually felt a pang of pain from his idols words, but also in incredelousness. "Hah! With all due respect, if it weren't for that dumb decision, there'll be no more world for you to fix. And yes I get it, I can be very naïve at times but if it means giving my Kingdom and my people a chance to save themselves and stand up on its feet once more, I'll do it again. Whatever it takes."

The man stops, making the Prince stop as well. The still pretty offended Prince glares at the back of the quiet man, his nose slightly flaring.

After a few minutes, the man finally spoke, "Oho? Whatever it takes... you say?"

The Princes' gaze hardened in resolution, "Even if I'm going to be the most bastardly bastard Prince, exiled from the throne. I'll never let this Kingdom fall from grace. Not ever again. And if I have to be the one to bring back the Lost Realms, I will."

Sharp blue eyes snap over to the Prince, making him tense up. The temperature drops rapidly in the hall as they lock eyes and a chill runs up the Princes' back. But he stands fast, defiantly looking back at the very embodiment of Death in the whole world.

After a few seconds of one of the most bone chilling stare down in his life, the man sighs through his nose, closing his eyes.

"... Is that so." The air returns to normal and the Prince lets out a breath he unconsciously held in.

The man pivots around, striding up to a startled Prince. He grabs his collar, fixing it up. He brushes the Princes' shoulders, patting his shoulders firmly after. The man gives him a once over, nods then turns around again, walking away from the dumbfounded Prince.

The Prince blinks in confusion. 'Huh? HUH?'

When the Prince stayed rooted in his place, the man calls over his shoulder without turning back.

"Hurry up then stupid Prince!" He smirks at the wide-eyed Prince, "The coronation won't start unless the bastard Crown Prince is not there after all."

That snaps the Crown Prince out of his stupor, feeling his face heat up as he hurries after him.

"What was all that for-!?!!"

"You didn't get it? Man, you're stupider than I thought."

"HUH?!?!"

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The man that the young Prince or the "bastard" Crown Prince was talking to and was speaking highly of (not that he knows it), is Acedia (Ah-se-de-yah) White, and he prefers to stay away from overly populated areas when he can.

So, now that the coronation is over and the fore messages and interaction are done with, he have strayed out into one of the many balconies of the castle to be alone.

With wine in one hand and his memories on the other, the show of the twinkling stars is all he need to keep himself entertained for the night. Although the bright shining moon may be obstructing that a little bit.

"So this is where you've been."

Glancing over his shoulder, he grins at the new arrival at his little hide-away. He exaggeratedly waves a hand out in a welcoming motion.

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. "The most bastardly bastard Prince"! To what do I owe this honour?" The newly crowned King groans, settling beside the grinning man.

"Please drop that already... It's embarrassing..." Acedia laughs lightly, the wind seemingly whistling along in tune of his laughter.

"Oh come on~! Loosen up a little!" Acedia puts his chin on his hand as he leans at the railings, flashing the King a lazy grin. "It's just me~"

""It'S jUSt mE~" yeah right. You're one of the oldest of the Great Seven. Practically a living legend. You're not someone I can just consider as just someone."

The man shrugs looking back up to the sky, "Meh, suit yourself."

They fell into a comfortable silence with a few small talks, the soft noise of the music and the talking guests in the party providing ample amounts of background noise. Acedia stares up to the sky, his face devoid of emotion but his eyes fogged with nostalgia, looking at something far off into the void of the sky.

"Now don't go trying to go back on your word now that you've become King. It'll be a problem if I have to clean up after your mess again after all." Acedia says out of the blue, making the King blink.

The newly crowned King huffs lightly, feeling some kind of odd déjà vu at the conversation.

"I'm not that shallow as to make empty promises." He faces the man with absolute determination, which he hopes shows in his face, "I'll keep this peace even if it kills me."

The white-haired man stares at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh, "Pft-- you look like you're about to shit."

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be serious here!!"

And that ruins the mood as the King's face quickly drops into an exasperated one, making the man laugh harder.

"Fahahahahaha! It just doesn't suit you!"

As the King grumbles about wanting to at least be cool to match his current status, the white-haired man mellows down, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile.

"Well, even if you don't say it, it's to be expected no? You're stubborn enough to not die to me, so this'll be an easier feat than that. You'll do splendidly I'm sure."

The King huffs with a smile, his chest feeling light with the mans praise. He don't usually give out compliments, but when he does, he knows its a very genuine one even if it doesn't sound like it. So when he receives it every once in a while, he can't help but puff out his chest a little.

"You've come this far Goldie." The man pats the Kings shoulder as he turns and starts to head back inside. "Don't you dare fall short anytime soon, got that brat?"

"Hmph. Trust me, I won't." He was left alone in the balcony as the man goes back inside. The King looks up to the moonlit sky, his eyes steeled in determination as he looks to a future where he'll ensure everyone in his rule, of any race, until the end of his time and even longer than that, will no longer suffer anymore. Not anymore.

"I'll make sure of it."

0===|>>>>>>>

"I'm home~..."

Acedia calls out as he opens the doors to his home, not really expecing a response since, well... he lives alone.

He sighs as he unbuttons his coat, the lights flickering on on their own upon his arrival and illuminating the whole residence despite his lonesome. Throwing his coat on a hanger hapharzardly, he trudges up to his room, pushing the door open sluggishly.

He sighs again as he goes and slumps down on a chair, exhausted from the days interaction. With lidded eyes, he languidly sweeps his eyes around the room.

The room seems way too big now every time he looks at it. Like... wayyyy too big. For one person at least.

What's supposed to be a bed is just a mountains of pillows with layers upon layers of duvets so thick that someone can probably sink into it and suffocate at some point. A small office corner, a lounge side, a mini kitchen, a closet and a bathroom. And everything is furnished to accommodate at least two people, the other being himself.

He doesn't really dislike it or anything, it's just... The other person that he used to share this room with was... well, he used to share this room with them before. Before this world even started to fall into shit, he shared this room with that person before.

Well, he can move into a smaller room in the manor, but it'll feel just as empty. If not, even more so. At least here, he'll feel a lot warmer. Physically and emotionally. He leans back, absentmindedly putting his hand on his chest, tracing the small cold round metal above his heart, bringing forth a couple of memories.

One in particular, the way he was often scolded.

"What are you doing? If you want to lie down, at least take off your shoes! And change your clothes! Actually take a bath too... Ugh, go! Get some clothes, and I'll run you some hot water and some tea so just go wash off will you? Please?"

His eyes soften at the memories despite it being nagging, staring up at the ceiling. 'Well... I suppose a hot bath won't hurt...'

He gets up from his chair to prepare one but something suddenly shifts in the shadows in the corner of his eyes.

"Hn?" He walks to the window, noting that the shadows casted by the trees is seemingly darker. He squints his eyes, trying to make out the suddenly darkened path.

Emerging from the darkness of the trees like a being manifested out of shadows, a black carriage trots down the path towards the manor, a haunting cacophony of creaking wood and hooves accompanying it. Green lit lanterns hung from the carriages sides, swinging with every jostle on the uneven path. The two black horses pulling it seem to be ethereal, flickering between majestic, muscular steeds to black-coloured skeletons with every shift of the light.

His eyes narrows, '... No passenger or coach whatsoever and that thing have little to no presence at all. Even the horse doesn't have any. And the little it have... I don't like it. Empty... but dense.... And cold... and familiar.'

He knows this feeling. He knows it very well. The slight twinge he feels in his chest proves just how familiar he is to it. And just who it is that it reminds him of. And he doesn't know why but just seeing this old delapitated termite-filled piece of garbage that crawled out of some shitstained fuck hole TRY and emenate that presence is making him-- angry. Quite frankly, it has pissed him off.

Instead of just ignoring it and taking his bath, he storms out of his room. Throwing open the doors, his eyes shines in barely contained rage as it lands on the approaching carriage. 'The bath can wait. Imma erase this sunavabitch first.'

See? He's mad mad.

The carriage stops in front of him, and as he stood there waiting for it to do something, mana gathering enough to distort the air around him, hands twitching, itching to just obliterate the carriage right then and there.

The locked door turns and clicks, unlocking itself on its own. It slowly creaks open, and his gaze hardens as he readies to blow the whole carriage away. 'A single sign of hostility and you're gone...'

It swings opens and inside is... nothing.

There's nothing.

"Ah..."

He falters at the sight. Instead of empty seats, it's just completely black, no light permeating the darkness inside, despite the lamps hanging just by its door. It reminds him of the impenetrable darkness he once saw being used. By that person, no less. And this cursed looking termite shitted oversized splinter dares to show it to him... like THIS?

How utterly detestable.

His teeth grinds together with a loud clack and veins pops on his forehead in his anger. "Disappear."

He swings his hand at it, and it implodes, carriage and horses and all. He watches with keen eyes as it explodes further to smithereens, the tiniest splinter of wood and drops of blood splitting and splitting out of existence. Then his sight turns to black.

#chaotic blabbing #spreadingchaos #twst #twst wonderland #twst original character #twst oc #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #a new story unfolds in the clasps of chaos #will it ever get a continuation? who knows #:3 hehe #AcediaWhite #MAH BOII #Unlikely Parallel #its almost 1 in the morning again jfc

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Sagau Idea

I'm not that good with writing YouPoV's so there may be some odd usage of they's and thems then switching to "you"'s. this'll be stock full of typos so be warned

Mentions of injury, implied murder, blood, and implied cult

It's been a long while since I've gotten into Self-aware genshin aus, reading the fluffiest scenes to straight up gore. And theres this concept I saw about where the creator (basically, you) can make any oc come to life and help them out. (this one read it s really good. They also expanded on it go read it too its a really neat build-up on it. this one)

And as a DnD enjoyer as well... there's this idea thats been brewing in my head whenever i think back to it.

What if in Imposter!au where they're being constantly being hunted... after getting cornered in one of the nations (in the Chasm for example) they get desperate and try out an idea they don't think would work.

While resting after being in the brink of death(again) in a place Teyvat has helped you conceal, your thoughts wander. You think, why is there even a Creator? There isn't supposed to be one. That kinda concept just disrupts everything they know about the game. It's a ridiculous concept. In your delirious state, you think, "I wish that just disappears... Then i wouldn't be..."

Then you remebered the curious ability you've recently unlocked in your "adventures". The ability to create characters, with some limitations. It took you quite a bit to adjust to your newfound ability and its caveats, resulting in a few heartbreaking loss on the way.

But as a DnD player, overcoming the death of your beloved characters quickly is a mental fortitude you've developed. And it's handy that you've already made a few characters for your past sessions before landing in Teyvat. It saved you from being one-shotted right from the start.

Although now... You're down to only one left.

"... I'm so tired..."

The mental stress of being in a constant state of danger, paranoia, hunger, pain, and exhaustion have worn you down to a point where you can't even think up of more characters to make up for the one's that have recently passed. You slipped up so bad because of sleeplessness that your last capable party of characters died and a hole was speared through your gut too.

As you lay bleeding on the cold ground, with only a talking mushroom to keep you company, you wrack your brain to put together a proper character but... you really can't. You can't even think straight. Not with the recent information you've found out.

The so-called Creator is now creating their very own characters, their very own people/army, through alchemy, and is now sending them after you, thus increasing your hunters by double. And on top of the already powerful vision-holders (of course they're powerful, you made them that way), you figured... "Ah... I'm fucked..."

Knowing you might as well be as good as done now, you didn't even bother bringing out the last of your characters to heal you. It's not like healing yourself will make you forget about this lifelong trauma--

... Forget?

...

A fleeting thought.

A dumb fleeting thought. A very dumb one at that.

One that will for sure backfire in your face if you do it wrong. And quite frankly, it could spell the end for this world, even for the one they call Creator.

... But it's not like you have anything else to lose.

And so, within the dim light of the mushroom, you painstakingly start to write. Word for word, cramming everything information you know, as deatiled as you can make it into bringing it into life. A character you've never tried making before. Something that could possibly end your suffering. Or make it worse.

You honestly don't know if you're doing it right. After all, you've never tried something like it before.

"What are you making this time?' the ever so curious mushroom asked.

You grin, a manic look in your eyes. "Either my stupidest... or my brightest idea yet."

It's not long befere you finished. You gaze upon your finished product and you have to say... it's even more fleshed out than your best characters. And that quick sketch you drew... you swear those hollow eyes are following you already. That may be just the blood loss talking.

"That's... one ugly worm you've drawn..." The mushroom hums, like it can just see the monstrosity that you've created.

You chuckle breathlessly, looking almost solemn with what you're about to do. Well... it' not wrong. But...

"This is my kid. Their name is... Falseh. Get along well with them... okay?"

0===|>>>>>.

The very ground trembles as the Lord of Geo strides through the dark tunnels, a dark look in his eyes and a spear in his hand. If his presence wasn't enough, the murderous intent rolling off of him in waves is enough to deter any beasts from crossing his path.

The imposter was last seen slinking around the depths of the Chasm by one of the Tianquan's agents. Although failing to execute the imposter the first chance they got with their incompetence, Morax have to commend the Qixing for being able to find them even in the depths of the earth.

For some reason, the land seems to reject his commands from time to time now. He was baffled as to why his beloved Maker is hindering him in fulfilling his given mission but he's just been informed that the land defiance of him is due to the imposter infecting the land with their vile abilities.

Now, he's even more hellbent on making sure to drive his spear through the imposters heart and presenting it to his Grace. He won't miss a second time.

His eyes sharpens as a he a cavern just up ahead, soft blue light spilling through entrance. Tightening his grip on his spear, the power of Geo gathers in his other, ready to skewer someone five times into death if he so wishes.

He steps through the entrance and immediately lands on a figure, leaning prone under a giant glowing mushroom. He relaxes a bit. He recognizes this place. It's a bit close to the Land of Verdure, Sumeru. He needs to be careful. He can't be caught flaunting his power on another Archons domain after all.

Approaching the figure, he gets a bit surprised as they twitch, looking up to him through their hair. They try to talk, but all they can manage are quiet wheezes.

'Oh. They're still breathing. That's good.' Zhongli kneels down beside them, looking them over. They look like they've been dragged through the Abyss and back. Their midriff is bandaged heavily but it's already bled through, forming a pool of their own blood below them. He frowns lightly. It must be quite a big injury if it's bleeding this much.

Wordlessly, he holds a hand over the injury and channels his power. He's not the most profficient in healing, but he should at least be able to stop the bleeding.

Mere moments later, he have plugged up the injury and the figure is now able to stand up.

"Th-Thank you so much Rex Lapis!" they bow down. Or at least, they bow down the best they can without opening their wound. "Any longer and I would've surely perished..."

Zhongli waves them off nonchalantly as he starts to walk back out the way he came. "It's best you get back to the surface. Your injury needs to be properly tended. And I can see that..."

His eyes drifts to the scattered bloody bandages and practically empty backpack. "You've run out of supplies. It is a virtue to you mortals to know when to give up. Remember that."

"Y-Yes sir Rex Lapis sir! I'll get back right away!" they start to quickly collect their things, haphazardly stuffing the bandages and handbook into the bag, being careful of their injury.

The Lord of Geo just watches for a moment before completely leaving, trusting that they won't make any stupid mistake and go back post haste.

After he has left, you pause in your packing, leaning against the mushroom and slowly sliding down with a shaky breath.

"Y-You... didn't you say he and the entirety of the world was hunting for you?" The mushroom hums in confusion, sharing your tension. "What was that? Heck, he was the one that put a hole through you and he healed you!"

You chuckle breathlessly, the manic look intensifying in your eyes as it dawns on you that it worked. That stupid idea of yours actually worked!

And if you can get to the Creator... you can make this whole concept disappear altogether. Forever.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see it. A large mass of hairless flesh writhing about, multiple tentacle-like appendages potruding out of it. It's slithering it's limbs about, coiling around the mushroom and and back again, and around you as well.

But when you turn your head to actually look, there's nothing there. All you can hear is what seems to be muffled humming, an eerie tune listlessly flowing through the air (but somehow, the sound is the most comforting thing ever).

"Oh it's nothing. I think... he just heard something that made him forget."

#chaotic blabbing #spreadingchaos #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #sagau brainrot #sagau x reader #genshin isekai #A Creature That Sings A Song That Makes You Forget #shi its already 2 in the morning #I wrote this half asleep so dont be surprised if it doesnt make sense #Falseh is pretty easy to figure out #hint it starts with a false and it has multiple heads that can sing #its a homebrew guy but i really like 'im y'know

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