Scrapped Stories (Fanfiction)

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  1. Just Kenneth

    Just Kenneth Spectre of Klown Kolorism

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    #1 Just Kenneth, Oct 2, 2019
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    The material that these arching stories may contain references to previous works that have involved the characters. I'll try to keep it at balanced to have the flashbacks of importance become relevant within the text. You may need to look back at the Klown's Kreation Library for more information. Based on the Gache Life comics version, but will be expanded on over here.
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    Expedition

    Deep in the cold wet cave where water is dripping from the rough ceiling spike, there were two figures bloodied as they are trying to find a particular sacred item. There was a man who's goggle is stained with blood, unwilling to do much of anything while he coughs heavily. The goggles were clouded with seat and tears as he rested on the cave's wall. The other man seem to be wearing a aquamarine scarf, having the bleak expression as he continues to search for this particular item. It felt as if his life depended on it.

    "Oi... StorySensei... Is it really worth it at this point..? We have lost a lot of good people... We have caused those losses with your own bloody hands. At this point, can't we just quit and rot... It's selfish of us to go all this way to reset everything beyond us...", reasoned the lad as he took of his stained goggles. This action revealed his hazel eyes, with a slimmer hope of a brighter yellow to be had.

    The Sensei paused his search as he stared at those hazel eyes. A sense of wrath can be heard in such a tired tone, "You started this damn search to begin with, Thunder! You brought this upon me because you lost your brother to some corrupted entity~ Guess what, I lost practically everything when I accepted this task. I am willing to lose this present if it mean getting a fresh start in life. Not something refreshed and recycled... Rather just something that'd lead us to forget this past... Huff... I miss seeing Earl..."

    As the Sensei is lying on the ground, he sees projections of his old friends that can't be real. He pointed at them, but Thunder sees nothing but sensation of a cold breeze entering the cave. Such a wind whistled as he tried to tap his hand on the mushy ground of the cavern. He was tapping on something rather smooth, something flat that can open up. To his surprise, he found the item they were look for. It was the Console. He shouted to alert Sensei, "Hey, I found the Console of the World. Looks like we maybe able to start the Factory Reset"

    "Huh... really?", questioned Sensei as he hastily gotten up. He anxiously approached Thunder as he stared at the Console. A screen of option appeared to the two, some are that of Great Wealth, Luck, Charm, and Immortality. The two looked at each other, unsure whether to really proceed. "Hey, Thunder... Do you see the reset option?"

    Thunder scrolled down to the list of infinite options, full of cheats of the world. Full of bizarre options like Big Head or One Swollen Gripping Arm. The choice of a Factory Reset isn't apparent. Soon, Thunder started to rapidly tap on the arrow keys. The amount of time to even be scrolling started becoming a chore that strains on both of them. Eventually, they find themselves on the last page of where the option is more apparent.

    Factory Reset

    StorySensei and Thunder find themselves with a choice that a choice that they have been heading towards like climbing an spiral staircase with the uncertainty of the path ahead. It seems so unstable to climb, using the blood of others to even keep it stable. Such a choice can easily be chosen with a with a press of their fingertips. Hesitation is in the air.

    "The device is right in front of us... We can finally rest and put this whole story away... I can be free from being a mere vessel from this selfish deity...", calmly spoke Sensei as he grew weary.

    The heavy tone in the statement led Thunder to feel some sort of definite belief that they are going to proceed with the reset. However, he thought about their journey together. He considers that they'll forget each other, bound to forget each other once the button will be pressed. They knew what each other were feeling, but asking away may not matter as much... "Are you okay?"

    "No... The only thing that I greatly need is to be myself. We can't have his actions affect us no more, he always viewed himself as the antagonist after all.", his voice loud and clear.

    "... Okay friend, I'll remove him and proceed with the Factory Reset", spoke Thunder as he motioned his finger above the button. He soberly looked at his Sensei, smiling even. "I don't want to forget you despite all of this, see you in a next time whenever that is"

    The button have been pressed. The world has been shifting in a instant. Frames crosses rather quickly, a chef fairy who've fulfilled her role in the cooking industry, a voyage among a summoner and his fellow units, the desolate remnants of the fallen and the forgotten all in one flash... The aftermath of the flash seem to reveal the truth... It was all...

    ...

    There was place that were in ruins. A time that existed in this new slate of the universe... Or rather refreshed. A man with green strings wrapped around his joints is standing in place. Rather idly too. He decided that the best thing to do is nothing for his new existence. He just stood there, menacingly. A man with orange stained goggles arrived at the ruins, reaching around to see the lime stringed man.

    "Puppet..? Is that you... I recognize your strings after all...", spoke the goggled man as he reminisce the times of an replaced era.

    "Oh... I didn't expect to see you... I presume you still got your Thunder er... Fire even?", questioned Puppet as he stared at the goggled man. He still sees Thunder within him... Even recalling said replaced times. "What brings you here in this journey of yours?"

    "The name is Kernel by the way... It's about him... About the Klown", claimed Kernel as he proceeds to detail his perception of the Klown. "He brought these memories upon us, he practically recycled theses previous concepts about us. These memories, I should have been left behind, I should have a genuine fresh start!"

    Puppet took his time to think of a proper response towards the vengeful popcorn. He decided to offer some advice, "Here's my honest opinion, don't go after him-"

    Kernel cuts him off, "What do you mean don't go after him!? Do you know what he did to Storyteller who've wandered aimlessly, Blizzard who's selfish desire led to the reset, You who've suffered being angst to the point your relationship with Spiral broke off!"

    "I am aware about being his first and former vessel... Right now, this is merely clouded data that hasn't completely assimilated in this world... The best we can do is live by our world as long as it can until it gets properly patched... Hopefully", informed Puppet as he inferred about the future. He doesn't know what to future lies, which is frankly a good enough of a thing.

    Kernel felt silent, understanding that Puppet won't follow along with his ideal plan. He accepted it, "I see... I will still go through motive... After all, it affected my view on my sister... I still see him in Brit. It hurts... And the C.O.B. well... I grew distant after the concept of Summoners and a life is simulation was brought up once more, I fled."

    Kernel stared at Puppet, unsure on what to do next... Yet he faced away and walked towards the exit of the ruins. He said his farewell as he vanished before the Puppet's eyes. He was long gone in his journey of vengeance.
     
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    Just Kenneth Spectre of Klown Kolorism

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    Arc 1 Chapter 1 - Romac's Data: The Gifted Apple

    July 30, 201█. A time where a humanoid pumpkin is training his martial arts deep in the Culinary Forest. This specimen in particular have a fondness for soda, since such a drink happens to be a main source of energy for the species. He seems to be focusing his Azul aura into his palms, practically spawning a blue energy sphere. He keeps precision high as he aimed at seemingly nothing but the horizon... He blasted with a shout that roared, "Ultimate Soda Cannon!"

    The orb immensely grew as he released the palms of his hand. The orb shifted to a laser instantly. The ol' pumpkin man realized his mistake, hoping that it doesn't hit anyone. Instead of reaching out like a responsible person in case he injured someone greatly, he proceeds onto his training as if nothing happened.

    From afar is two travelers, one is a tanned lad with a large jacket and an aquamarine scarf and having his right arm exposed. The dark lass is someone who worn a magenta dress with lime frills. They seem to be conversing matter on their new apparel. The lad decided to compliment the lass, "Nice outfit Gris"

    "Why thank you, Storyteller~ I'm glad we got these new clothes from a local shop, the old ones were getting weary to wear", reasoned Gris as her magenta eyes are glancing around her dress. She then looked at Storyteller's wear, which the only change seem to be that of the pants. From something plain to cameo pants, "I can't see your legs, fufufufu"

    They chuckled at the exchanged, taking their time to take a see around them. They are in a dense chartreuse forest, where leaves were growing on their newly found branch. Whether how they met is rather irrelevant to this particular story. There's a particular item the Storyteller always liked to carry, one that was sacred towards him. It was an apple left unharmed from all events up until now. A wave of energy were radiating from a large laser that was directed towards the apple the Teller was carrying up high in the sky. The apple immediately disintegrated while Storyteller's hand were injured by the laser. Such malice began to form for someone who were responsible for this one crime, the aura of Negro and Aguamarina began to arise upon Storyteller. He lifted his snake scythe of the ground as he ran in the direction the laser came from. Gris would try to follow along, but couldn't keep up to the speed.

    Back to the pumpkin man at hand, it seems his arms has been buffed up due to a monstrous energy drink. His motive is to merely tame and master the abundant energy at hand. He sees a silhouette down in the horizon, wielding a scythe as if they were a reaper. The pumpkin man lifts his fist as he is bound to combat the opponent ahead. The silhouette comes closer with more detail to reveal the enraged Storyteller. He swings his scythe aquamarine scythe as the pumpkin man deflects it with the left punch. The pumpkin's fist were bleeding, but soon the Azul leaked and knocked back Storyteller down some yards. Storyteller raises his scythe as the Aguamarina and Negro aura becomes more apparent. A shadow sake is summoned from the spike and coils downwards at it soon surrounds the Pumpkin man, eventually wrapping around the Pumpkin. With the enhanced strength, Storyteller would pull and yank the shadow snake against the nearby tree. Pumpkin man is embedded onto a tree, forming a messy hole deep within the bark.

    The pumpkin man coughed as he been crushed alongside the tree... He tried to reason, "I'm sorry... For being reckless... Your hand... It's burnt by the laser, haven't it..?"

    Storyteller looked at his left hand, with handful of the left over ashes of the apple left. Much of the apple were flowing in the breeze, lost from his grip... He aimed the scythe at the Pumpkin as he voiced his loss, "It wasn't my hand that hurt greatly... It was the gift that was from an long lost friend... I can't simply get that gift back no matter how plausible it may seem!"

    The scythe seems different this time, a sense of terror grew more and more as Pumpkin man is unable to escape this fate that the blade so sharply pinpoints. He tried so hard to pull his limbs from the coil. The great effort exhaust him as he the doom has been shaping in a finer form. With the great aura that surrounds the blade, a semi-transparent shadow of a reaper is seen behind the Storyteller. Pumpkin man might die. But suddenly, a voiced called out from a separate shadow. Dark particles have been accumulating to form a ghost of a someone who had existed. "Stop this, You don't have to kill Sod! Can't we just settle this peaceful?"

    "Pao Pao Ghost, be careful. He's too dangerous from the looks of it, just look at him deeply", shouted Sod as he is stuck to the tree with such injury. Pao Pao Ghost can't stand seeing his friend in such pain... He decided to face Storyteller head on with his third eye focusing on Storyteller's murderous intent. Storyteller took notice of it and slashed at Pao Pao Ghost with such density of air that Pao Pao had to deflect it with his eyes. Both started seeing things in the background, memories of Storyteller and his glassed friend taking their time to hunt down any memetic infects, memories of a more human Pao Pao in which he had a squad of bizarre characters he have considered family and they both experience this. That scythe attack wasn't something like a gush of air, but rather intended to take the essence and experience of the target. If Pao Pao didn't deflect it with his third eye, he would have been a goner.

    Storyteller collapse to the ground as he struggles with the headache since didn't expect the attack to be deflected back. He struggles to move while Pao Pao Ghost dropped back down, weary from the event that just occurred. Due to Storyteller dropping down, Sod happened to be suddenly released from the shadow snake that vaporizes. Gris arrived at the scene, immediately heading towards Storyteller as she glanced around the mild destruction. She does her best to heal him, but Storyteller have to go through the rest of the migraine alone. She decided to apologize on the behalf of Storyteller, placing him down on the ground gently, "I'm sorry you were injured by my dear... I'm sure we all have been through a lot... "

    "It's... fine...", responded Pao Pao Ghost as he gotten up slowly. He's third eye has been blinking back and forth from Red to Cyan. He headed towards Sod with some herbs in his hands, preparing to patch Sod up before himself. He sat next to Sod, condensing and utilizing the herbs on Sod, "That attack of Storyteller... I can't tell if it's a curse or a blessing... I feel as if as if I saw myself once more, something so ancient that didn't expect to remember at all..."\

    "What do you mean...?", asked Gris as Storyteller passed out from the distress. She sat patiently as looked over at Pao Pao putting the bandages on Sod. "I'm confused, please elaborate."

    Pao Pao Ghost recalls his memories as he started to explain his past, "I happen to recall a time in which I was part of an older world, older than this one apparently. I was part of the Natives, having a lass of my own named Ja Ja and a child named Rizo that we both adopted together... We have a friend named Cookie Eye who have a fondness for animals and Romac who has been a assassin of some kind. The Ghost was a separate entity when I was just Pao Pao. I suppose I adopted who he was and became my own entity. I'm not chaotic as the Ghost nor as cheerfully bitter as the former Pao Pao... But what really bother me was the sudden disappearance of Romac and later Rizo... I spent my entire life saving and well... I wanted to be reborn to save them... I just... I couldn't remember my initial goal."

    Gris, partially puzzled by this statement looked back on her experience. She have never seen Storyteller nor the glassed lad after the events of memetic infects regarding the old world. She always have been traveling alongside her stringed friend until he suddenly disappeared... There was a isolation that arises from her beating heart, keeping Storyteller close to her... "I do recall events of an older world... I just have been wandering with Storyteller for the past days... I... I hope there's an answer to all of this..."

    Pao Pao Ghost picks up Sod as they planning to head out... It seems Pao Pao Ghost have recollected his new objective and desire to seek the answers to what had happened to them. He took one last look at Gris as he empathize with her, "I hope so to... I hope everything is not lost... I'll resume to what I planned to do from the start... Tell Storyteller that we apologize for his loss... It hope be easy, but we'll make it up for him somehow."

    They vanished into the shadowy portal that'd soon fade away in the breeze that passes by the Culinary Forest. It seems Gris is left with Storyteller as she question her existence. She made sure to care for Storyteller, since it was just the two of them together in the great forest.
     
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    Just Kenneth Spectre of Klown Kolorism

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    Arc 1 Chapter 2 - Romac's Data: Unwilling Teleportation (1/2)

    July 29, 201█. There was a wanderer who've is normally dressed in a red jacket with a black hoodie underneath. He is often noted by bystanders the mysterious black and crimson katana that he always carries around him. No one knows where he came from or how, but he just happen to be at the wrong place with the wrong time in a few rarities. He is currently trying to cross the harbor, only to be suddenly in a desert in a blink of an eye. He is shocked by this occurrence since he doesn't seem to recall this ever happening. It was the start to his existence as a whole. Each blink lead him to different place and the lad can't seem to stop this madness at all. As he continue to run, he passes through the many river beds the roofs of various of structure that felt alien to him. He eventually find himself on the top of the temple as he ran at full speed... He realize he didn't teleport this time, falling towards a clear lake with the reflection of the Buddha statue on the surface of the calm water.

    He fell in with a splash, knocked out by the water feeling as hard as concrete upon impact... He sink in the water... Such a splash alerted the two residents of the Divine Shrine, having them hastily head towards the lake. A young man who's majorly in green and gray stripes decided to climb over the fence as he headed towards the wanderer. The lass that have wield a brown and navy umbrella did her best to move aside the water, pulling the liquid apart to make it easier of the striped young man to pick the wanderer up. The two gotten hold of the unconscious lad and took him in with proper care...

    Some hours were passing after the mouth to mouth procedure by the stripe lad, having the wanderer breathing again. Given the stress the two faced, this was quite a relief to them. The striped lad decide to say some few words "Hey Spiral... Don't you think he kinda remind us of well... Us? I don't know why, but I feel like he's lost... After all... He seems to be alone..."

    "Well yeah... I can sorta see it, Scale... Although I am rather concerned on how he even got this temple to begin with... This place is isolated from the norm after all... Thous made sure to do so when planning to build a temple...", reasoned Spiral as he closed and placing the umbrella down. She kinda would like a place to sit and Scale happen to be sitting on a sit... "Scale, may I sit there~"

    "Ack, this is my chair... and no, you are not sitting on my lap...", spoke Scale as he grew shaky from such a flirtatious tone. This was the norm for Scale and yet he wasn't used to it despite the normal occurrence...

    Eventually within the living space of the temple, the wanderer slowly woke up to the sounds of affection and denial, He sees some unfinished posters regarding therapy and smooth wooden floor. The walls seems plain, but plain was nice in order to display a simpler life. Upon waking up, he wanted to ask the two people in front of him. "Uhh... Hello, I am Satoshi and well... Where am I?"

    "Oh, I see you're awake. Well wanderer, this is Thous' Temple and you happen to fall in the Divine Shrine's lake that's nearby. I want to know your particular reason of trespassing this area", bluntly voiced Spiral as he shifted from a flirt into a bold ma'am in charge of the household.

    "My apology for Spiral's directness. My name is Scale and well... I am a bit thankful you arrived. I don't believe you have any ill-intent, we just want to know your situation", calmly spoke Scale as he scratched his head for a bit with his finger.

    Satoshi was unnerved by Spiral, but immediately warmed up to Scale. He does his best to reason to them, "Well you see... I was walking normally through the harbor then suddenly... I was just teleported to the desert with a blink of an eye... This kept happening, teleporting place to place until I reached this temple... Strangely, It prevented me from teleporting as of now... I'm relieve to blink without vanishing in front of people..."

    "That's pretty heavy...", commented Scale as he frowned for a bit. His lap was wide-open, having Scale to jump aboard with such a sly smirk. He smiled in return as he replied with some snarky, "Okay, you're heavy"

    Satoshi cringed at he sight, although he is rather weary and laid back down on the bedding that was provided. He seem to be unsure on what do to do next, pondering on whether he should stay at the temple and start anew and question who this Thous is. Speaking of the monk, it seems the door slides open as a hooded man with a single-striped headband over the hood have arrived, "Oh... Someone new... Well then, I hope you don't make a mess. After all, I'm not a motivated person to clean up after anyone."

    "Oh, hey Thous. Have a issue at hand regarding Satoshi over here", spoke Spiral as she and Scale waved at his arrival. Spiral wanted to fill in for Thous who seem unconcerned about the potential to newcomer to the temple. "Satoshi seem to be teleporting instantly after every blink he experience with the exception of this holy area... How come this is place is out of the rule and can this issue be fixed, Thous?"

    After a moment of silence, Thous sat down as he grabbed the tea pot nearby and pour the tea in four of the cups. The group settled down on the floor as Thous thought of a proper response, "Well... I'm not sure if it's in my ability to stop such an occurrence. Whether you arrived here because you are destined to or it was merely an interesting coincidence is up to you... I suppose I must try to assist you in prolonging your spontaneous teleportation, however, you''ll cost you"

    This all seems to grand, knowing that the task can be quite hard to achieve in order to obtain some sort of stability in his life and warping. He started to ask, "Uhh... What will it cost me?"

    "You're going need to cut the grass"

    Ehh? It took some time for Satoshi to process the request at hand... Feeling anticlimactic to even be demanded... Although a glance outside the temple gives Thous request a valid reason since the grass has been rather tall. Satoshi simply nodded at this simple demand and decided to get up. Scale would get the lawnmower to keep Satoshi at ease on his current stay for the time being.. Such mowing began to start as Satoshi pull the engine as he move forward with the lawnmower in front of him. He was being observed. by Spiral and Scale who happened to be on the bridge they were initially on before the Satoshi splashed into the picture. Some hours were spent in the serene sunlight that cast shadows among the bamboo, Satoshi presses onward with the lawnmower. Smell of wounded grass is quite a delight, although the pieces began to fill in the clear lake so ever more. Satoshi finished mowing the lawn.

    Thous stretched as he exited the living space. He acknowledges that Satoshi is done with this work, bluntly stating the following. "Hmm... You did good, now you have to clean the lake"

    Satoshi eyes began to twitch, He considers that mowing is an easier task then cleaning up the grass-cluttered lake. He contemplate on whether he shouldn't have cut the grass to begin with, struggling. He decided to speak his mind, "No. I won't clean up the lake. Whenever I have try to resolve something, a new problem would arise. I won't clean the lake"

    There weren't much words to say. Thous gave the affirming smile as he gestures towards Scale. The grass pieces headed towards the bridge in which Scale happen to be at alongside Spiral. Scale stayed at the edge of the bridge where he crouched down. It seems the grass has stockpiled onto it self, keeping the shape with high volume as to not break the surface tension of the water. He took his fingers on the one piece of grass, lifting it to see that all the grass pieces have been bind together. He would eventually walk away to dispose of the cut grass pieces. It was just Spiral on the bridge, who've rather be near Scale and followed him. Thous glanced at the Divine Shrine as he gestures Satoshi to follow him with his two fingers. Satoshi worked around as he headed to the Divine Shrine.
     
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    Arc 1 Chapter 2 - Romac's Data: Unwilling Teleportation (2/2)

    In the Divine Shrine seems to be a full of golden candle holders and bowls full of gathered fruits from around the mountain they reside in. Upon this shrine seem to be a statue of a lad of an older time of this world. Not some older world before this, just something of this world. The statue of the lad seem to be holding an violet painted orchid in his hands with a gi as he stood there gracefully... Yet he is remained faceless. Satoshi amused by this sight wanted to ask, "Hey Thous, who is this man?"

    Thous began to fondly remember as he hold his palms together as he stared at the statue. He spoke gently, "He's not known by many if at all. His name is ████ ███████... I assume you didn't comprehend that? To be fair... His name is something that cannot be said nor heard easily... He disappeared in this world for self-sacrifice against an opposing force that wishes to erase him... In the end, they both were gone. I... I loved him and I haven't forgotten about him at all"

    "I'm sorry to hear about that...", spoke Satoshi as he grew sympathetic. He didn't know how to really respond, still a bit uncomfortable about the events beforehand.

    "Actually... There's no need to feel regretful about these words. To be frank with you, I just wanted you to listen to my words. That's all. Nothing more... Nothing less. Oh yeah, I remembered why I brought you here besides being a someone to talk to. You see, I happen to accumulate enough mana to cast this spell that'd allow you to prolong your spastic warping from just a blink to a good hour. I hope this is enough since such a spell would require much needed precision, action and energy. I kinda have to go all out on this spell", informed Thous he placed his hand on Satoshi's forehead. "You're given a choice on whether to stay at the temple to live in such ease or go out in the world to get every good look of the surroundings, perhaps you'll experience something quite new in each one."

    "I would prefer the latter since I want to remember what my home was... Thank you Thous for assisting me", sincerely stated Satoshi as he is prepared to get the bless from Thous. An Amarillo light started to illuminate from the palm of Thous hands as Satoshi eyes began to have Magenta cross forming deep within his iris. Soon within a flash, Satoshi seem to disappear with the gift.

    Scale and Spiral decided to check the Divine Shrine to see Thous alone with the Amarillo aura it seem to wither away. Scale and Spiral rushed towards Thous in an effort of assistance, realizing that Thous has exerted much of his energy without exercising. Spiral started questioning, "Oi, why did you use so much energy and where's Satoshi? Is he responsible for this!?"

    "Yes but actually no... I wanted to lift some of the burden that Satoshi is facing, leaving him in the open world without much of the restrain of feeling completely alienated...", explained Thous as he seem to be in a poor condition... Looks like the vacation will have to be postpone for today.
     
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    Arc 1 Chapter 2 - Romac's Data: Unwilling Teleportation (1/2)
    o<o Thanks DJ Demon Bunster
     
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