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Oscar Clayton Kills Himself [FW2]
POSTED ON Jan 31, 2024 3:56:33 GMT
Something changed when the three cosmic deities stood side by side, as if their reunion and common goal filled them with untapped power. They already emanated strength naturally, but now their divine energy seemed tangible. It could not just be felt, but seen within their blooming auras and heard within their battle cries. The trio launched themselves at Eternatus, who dismissively attempted to swat them out of the sky.
The trio fired their most powerful attacks at the hand's swinging palm, and for once the impact would cause Eternatus to stagger. The raw forces of time, space, and antimatter caused a discharge so intense that Eternatus would reel backward and roar with pain. Long after the explosion dissipated, their primal forces could be felt within the air. It was amazing to behold, Oscar had seen nothing like it.
The trio's combined efforts managed to actually push Eternatus upward, finally giving the platform some much needed space. With this brief reprieve, Lord Oscar would let out a strained breath--which caused the platform to shiver. He quickly straightened up and raised his hands, and the platform responded by gradually falling still. It was impossible to not take notice of this peculiarity, and Oscar Prime would announce his concern.
"Are you alright? You seem like you're under a bit of uh--strain." Lord Oscar tried to maintain an air of dignity as he faced his variants, but it was clear that he was rapidly running out of steam. "Well if I am being honest, holding together this platform is starting to weight on me. It probably would not be so bad--if I had not used most of my strength flattening that lesser Oscar."
The older Oscar began to rub his beard. "So um, hypothetically, for how much longer could you keep this platform in the air?" Lord Oscar chuckled lightly and waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "Oh please, I could keep this thing up indefinitely!" The platform began to rumble again, and Lord Oscar would frantically attempt to rectify it by standing completely still. "Alright let's ballpark five minutes."
They might not have five minutes, as the fortune of the cosmic trio was starting to reverse. Eternatus, growing desperate to end this ridiculous battle, was making progressively aggressive maneuvers. It was throwing heavier punches, smashing the divinities around like excited June bugs on a brightened door step. Yet no matter how much punishment they took, the trio would jump right back into the fray to retaliate.
Nevertheless, their battle was getting closer to the platform once more. Oscar's legs began to shake as Eternatus came closer and closer, threatening to smash itself against the platform. He turned to his older self, "How much longer do we have to keep this up? When's this thing gonna fuckin' fire already?" His older self slid his hands into the pockets of his coat, much less concerned about dying than his younger companions. "It's hard to say, but you would know when it's about to fire. It will be super obvious."
An extraordinary light would shine from below the platform, followed by what could only be described as the world's loudest high note. The older Oscar chuckled, his glasses reflecting the intense glare that surrounded them. "Huh, yeah it's ready. Time to go!" He took off toward the edge of the platform, not hesitating for a moment to leap into the open air. The two other Oscars looked to each other, as if hoping the other would have a follow up plan. Since neither did, they would end up following the old man over the edge.
Genesect came up close behind, leaping away from the platform as it finally fell apart. As the view of the glowing barrel became clear, Eternatus began to panic. It would attempt to pull itself upward, only to be forced back down by the cosmic trio. The mighty claw would not get a second chance to flee, as the ultimate weapon would unleash its burden in a geyser of technicolor energy.
The beam ripped right through the center of Eternatus, the great hand screaming as it was overcharged with Infinity Energy. Currents of brilliant light surged through its body, ripping themselves out from the inside in a series of sparkling explosions. Multicolored lightning soared across the sky as Eternatus began to fall, the continuous beam splitting the leviathan in half. With every additional explosion Eternatus would lose more and more of its mass, and by the time it would crash into the ground little left of what was humanity's greatest threat.
Their gambit had worked, and the three Oscars would let out various cheers as they fell through the sky. Normally Oscar would be scared shitless of becoming a stain upon the earth, but he was far too busy basking in the glow of victory to worry about such far away concepts. However, those concepts were quickly becoming less far away, so it was time to shake a leg.
Possibly sensing that the time had come to stop free falling, Plakia and Dialga suddenly appeared alongside their charges. Palkia caught Lord Oscar within its massive arms before pushing itself backwards into a spacial rift. Dialga caught the future Oscar on his back, and opened its own rift through time to dive into. Both of Oscar's variants managed to slip him one last look of jubilation before the rifts would close abruptly, leaving the one true Oscar to fall alone.
Not completely alone though, as Genesect would soon float in next to its master. Oscar called out of the sound of rushing air, "Alright Prime, get us out of here!" Prime flexed for a moment, but seemed to be unable to transform into its hoverboard form. Its joints began to spark, making it abundantly clear that Prime was too damaged to fly. Oscar's joy disappeared, frantically pulling out Genesect's pokeball and withdrawing it.
"Fuuuck!" He cried out as he put Genesect safely within his inner coat pocket. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" The ground was coming in fast, and Oscar had reached a speed that could generously be called 'overkill velocity'. There was no time for his life to flash, no time for self reflection, just enough seconds to brace his hands over his face and scream.
Oscar would not end up kissing the ground today though. A vast black pit would open over where he was meant to crash, catching Oscar inches away from a messy death. Yet Oscar would continue to fall, this time within pitch black darkness. Oscar's mind went through a gauntlet of emotions: fear followed by confusion followed by curiosity and then looping back into more fear. He knew nothing about what was happening, only that the shadows that surrounding him were smothering him with their omnipresent oppression.
Then from below him, all was made clear. Two massive red circles appeared, followed by a thin red smile. Oscar was falling toward the regrettably familiar face of Giratina. Yet he did now draw closer, just an endless plummet toward the Renegade's visage. It would seem that Oscar had Giratina to thank for his rescue, though he was not sure if he was thankful or dismayed by its intervention.
Oscar tried to call out toward the bleak god, "I uh--don't know why you saved me but--thank you?" Giratina's face remained motionless, its eyes glaring into Oscar's soul. A cacophony of noise began to rise around Oscar, abstract at first but gradually they began to take on a recognizable form. It was the sound of countless voices: screaming and laughing, crying and arguing, moaning and muttering. The noise became so loud that Oscar thought his ears would pop. Yet through it all he could hear one word so clearly it was as if it were uttered within a silent room.
P R I C E
Oscar would then feel the worst pain he had ever suffered, starting from the top of his head and slowly resonating down the rest of his body. Half way down his face, Oscar would come to the horrible realization that he was being bisected down the middle. Split clean in half by unseen claws. Oscar could not tell if he was screaming, as he could hear nothing but the choir of agony that surrounded him. His torment seemed to last forever, crescendoing into a single instance of unimaginable terror.
Oscar woke up with a start, his eyes twitching across familiar surroundings. He was back in his office, just as he had left it before the arrival of Father Winter II. He threw his hand sup to his face, feeling around his head to make sure that he was still whole. Upon confirming that he was physically intact, Oscar would let out a deep sigh and recline in his desk chair. Thankfully it had just been a nightmare.
Had it--all been a nightmare?
Oscar straightened up as he felt his phone push against him in his pocket. That's right, he had proof of everything! He hurriedly pulled it out and opened his gallery, his eyes resting upon the blurred image of the Ultimate Weapon. Oscar slid his spare hand through his hair, everything he experienced happened. Well possibly everything, that bit at the end seemed--too surreal to be real. Oscar felt that he should have been thrilled about making it back in one piece--and yet...
He turned off his phone and placed it upon his desk. With a soft kick he would spin around to face his office window, just in time to catch the sunrise. Before this--experience--Oscar's goal had seemed so clear. To utilize Infinity Energy as a tool to fight back against Hoenn's threats, to create an unstoppable weapon. But now? In just a few hours his entire world view was sent into a spiral. His dream had turned out to be a danger to not only his world, but countless worlds across the multiverse. Did that mean he should give up on it? On everything he had been working toward?
Oscar's hands clenched into fists. He could not possibly give in now, not when he knew it was possible. He would learn from the mistakes of his variants, Oscar's weapon would be different--it had to be. He refused to be the cause of the apocalypse he sought to prevent. As Oscar's resolve solidified, he would feel a splitting pain flow through his head. It only faded when he relaxed himself, breathing steadily as he stared out the window.
He could give all of that a rest for now--at least until after the sunrise.
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