Title: One of Many (Pt2)
Fandom: [Dot]Hack//G.U
Rating: SFW
Warnings: :D
Summary: Ovan thought knowing the truth would make it easier, turns out the truth isn't quite what he thought it was.
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scythesxroses because they are awesome. As usual I have no idea what is going on, but man it's fun to write.
Ovan would like to believe that knowing the true killer would change things. But in reality, in changed nothing. The first game he plays through afterwards, he shadows Sora/Skeith/Haseo whenever he encounters them and ends up dying immediately after Sora. He doesn't see who kills him and is confined to the meta-verse until the game ends, unable to verify anything. The Terror of Death had sat on his throne and giggled the entire game.
In the end, he had learned nothing.
"Wrong~," The Terror of Death said when he confronted him at the end. "Didn't I tell you before? Ryou is one of many." Ovan stared at him, uncomprehending.
A grin, sharp teeth flashing, red eyes alight. "Figure it out yourself. I'm waiting~." With that, the reaper's scythe fell and the game began again.
The next game, Ovan stuck with Haseo like glue, not wanting to get caught up in the fallout of Sora's death. The Terror of Death had outright told him that he had been an 'innocent' victim this time. Complete with the finger-quotes and a giggle.
While he watched Haseo, Haseo watched him, red eyes calm and curious. Sora died quietly and without a fight, though Ovan can't pinpoint it down in the timeline. Skeith is skulking around until the very end (he doesn't see him, but he hears him). They die together, in a blaze of glory.
"You forget-" The Terror of Death says when he falls into the metaverse, looking off into the distance, one hand propping up his chin. "-I am not the only killer."
"What?" Ovan says as his world goes sideways. He's been working on the theory that The Terror of Death is the only killer from the beginning. Suddenly everything makes so much more sense. Suddenly everything he thought he knew is ash.
"You're stupid," The Terror of Death sighs, leaning back in his throne. "I told you before didn't I? I am just one of many. Figure it out already, I'm getting tired of waiting for you."
Fandom: [Dot]Hack//G.U
Rating: SFW
Warnings: :D
Summary: Ovan thought knowing the truth would make it easier, turns out the truth isn't quite what he thought it was.
Notes: It seems I only write on days I have to work. For
scythesxroses because they are awesome. As usual I have no idea what is going on, but man it's fun to write.Ovan would like to believe that knowing the true killer would change things. But in reality, in changed nothing. The first game he plays through afterwards, he shadows Sora/Skeith/Haseo whenever he encounters them and ends up dying immediately after Sora. He doesn't see who kills him and is confined to the meta-verse until the game ends, unable to verify anything. The Terror of Death had sat on his throne and giggled the entire game.
In the end, he had learned nothing.
"Wrong~," The Terror of Death said when he confronted him at the end. "Didn't I tell you before? Ryou is one of many." Ovan stared at him, uncomprehending.
A grin, sharp teeth flashing, red eyes alight. "Figure it out yourself. I'm waiting~." With that, the reaper's scythe fell and the game began again.
The next game, Ovan stuck with Haseo like glue, not wanting to get caught up in the fallout of Sora's death. The Terror of Death had outright told him that he had been an 'innocent' victim this time. Complete with the finger-quotes and a giggle.
While he watched Haseo, Haseo watched him, red eyes calm and curious. Sora died quietly and without a fight, though Ovan can't pinpoint it down in the timeline. Skeith is skulking around until the very end (he doesn't see him, but he hears him). They die together, in a blaze of glory.
"You forget-" The Terror of Death says when he falls into the metaverse, looking off into the distance, one hand propping up his chin. "-I am not the only killer."
"What?" Ovan says as his world goes sideways. He's been working on the theory that The Terror of Death is the only killer from the beginning. Suddenly everything makes so much more sense. Suddenly everything he thought he knew is ash.
"You're stupid," The Terror of Death sighs, leaning back in his throne. "I told you before didn't I? I am just one of many. Figure it out already, I'm getting tired of waiting for you."
