Sceptre's great powers and, rise of Blastoids!!

 Lay and RatRat be car travel, on dark forest at the night.

Then police stop them, that in bike police uses a police motorcycle.

RatRat:

--“Only you can see me.”

They be going now to see Ed’s mom, RatRat says then: “Meteor from original world land somewhere in here.” He points a map.

RatRat read’s map and Lay driving thus they travel.

RatRat:

--“There is Ed mother, you need meat her and... ”

Lay:

He driving in the night

--“Ed’s mom? Would she been die when the meteor landed. Gone with her hut.  There just big crater?”

RatRat:

--“No no, it hurtle like fifth dimensionally, so there lay her house and all perfect fine condition, that to going sideways between and thru dimensions, it take out impact, smooth the crash.”

So they driving a car...

Then weak mist, but it also ever increasing it density but slowly  catch them, but it is great mist on always some distance of them ever moving card, yes, but around car it is not that strong that mist, It seem like there is some kind of mist rebelling bubble around the vehicle.

Then the motorcycle police starts chase them. Wee* wee* make his police siren. They stop and,

Then the police come to speak them and look some licenses, like leave his motorcycle and take note book out, but he is like:

--“Eww What the fuck is that!!” When lay opens a window to him, car window.

He meaning RatRat in passenger seat, He shoots RatRat, no hesitations, like natural reaction. Lay: --“You are not even human!?”  This observation for that the Police make the shot using his glowed finger bang* bang* only, instead that any gun or anything he just shoot using a finger. Lay opens door suddenly so that it slams police in the gutters, because he lose his balance after impact.

Then he re-starting his car and speak loudly: “Have you any Idea, how long it take reinvoke my friend!”

Lay then hit pedal to the metal. And accelerated out of the situation. Police sickly hold his tummy and drag himself back in the bike.

RatRat is reviving, the magic in him still fresh. There magic text orbiting around bullet holes and they healing and he get back breathing just like when you are getting the sleep but then suddenly feel like you can’t breathe and get little panic.  

RatRat: --“He shoots from finger? No human! No gun.”

Lay:--”He was Blastoids..” They drive like thousand, not hold any restriction.

Lay:--” I forgot”

RatRat:--”He shoot form hand? You make so big deal, there is no magic! In your world.”

RatRat:--”Ouuh ouuh There is no magic! ouuh” He make that mockery of Lay’s voice and be like crying baby.

Lay: --“I just forgot, those...”

Lay: --“They are race that try replace all humanity, and they can shoot anything.”

RatRat: --“Forgetting invading magical species how?”

Lay:--”I just forgot, maybe they also hurl fifth dimensionally, you know time is also dimension, they try Blow up you and then make the perfect copy of you, that take your place.”

RatRat: --“Are they aliens..”

Lay: --“no! it is very long story.”

Police chasing them, while they speak, it shot a missile, Lay make evasive manoeuvres and it miss and explode front of them in the dark forest.

Lay look the situation from rear-view mirror and he in big stress. But then it police combust to a burning explosion to a fire storm.

Lay: --“ Good he forgot to a reassessment his counter.”

Lay:  --“ those Bloody Blastoids we don’t care about them, we go an another dimension.”

Lay:-- “Long time ago there was a man or hero that could shot anything, he shot bullets to kill enemies, he shot fire to burn up bunkers on bad war, he shot Ice to froze bank robbers’s car, he shot water to save people from burning house. but he couldn’t fly.”

RatRat:--”But repulsion force?”

Lay:--”No! No flying, it shooting anything ability itself clear on back hand all tricks to reorientate it to flying.  ”

Lay:-- “He got two super powers shot anything, and not use first super power to flying.”

RatRat:--”What if he shoot helicopter?”

Lay:--”No! Other people could use it, but not the Sceptre it is like hologram to him.”

Lay:--” Sceptre was name of that hero because he hold sceptre.”

Lay:--”HE save, save and save.”

Lay: --“But he could save no, one boy he fail, boys mama cry a lot, or did he faill? ”

Lay: --“Behold he shot a boy and mama rejoice thus born the first Blastoid living breathing projectile”

Lay:--”That happen long time ago, later they the Blastoids begin to seem themselves as superior to all other humans, because they never age and can shoot anything, they feel it is favour to us to turn we human to them.”

Lay:--”They look like we...

he look smelly RatRat

 me, but they have counter in them forehead, they could shoot anything, but when counter hit zero, then it explode. Like the police, earlier.”

RatRat: --“How long is it time?”

Lay:-- “Five minute, is maximum time, they need shoot copy of self, before counter hit zero.”

RatRat:--”5 minute.. that isn’t that bit short time, how they sleep ”

Lay:--”They never sleep, they just shot new version of self, also they can shoot time freezing blast, they shoot that on own forehead so it counter slow down.”

Lay:--”They got many factions”

RatRat: --“You know very, much about these Blastoids”

Lay:--”I watch interesting document about them. ”

RatRat:[Turn there we are near, and here we come off.]

Lay:--”Blastoids you know like Androids...”

Lay:--” That Sceptre! He could shoot nothing, he human, it was sceptre he holds it has the ability, but when he got old he shot copy of himself, that was the second Blastoid ever”

They go land and park the car, mist get ever thicker.  Lay need follow the RatRat thru thin path in deep forest. Lucky big strong moon, so they can see little.

RatRat: --“What if he flies very low on that helicopter. Almost like hovering”

Lay:--”Yes that he can do.”

RatRat:--”Can he then trick it “no fly”-rule, and start suddenly flying.”

Lay:--”No! It just reverse time and return him on place before he start flying, and even scoop out memory his brain ever trying that, Sceptre’s passive power of “no fly his shooting anything power” is all powerful.”

RatRat:--”Can he fly at all like normal helicopter or plane.”

Lay:--“Yes of course, but if he shoot mesmerising hypno- shot on a pilot he can ask that pilot to do anything he want, except give him free flights.”

 

Original universe got GaBoom!!!

 The voice come now from Rat-totem first it was echoing many voices from everywhere but then it catcher up to one voice directly from the totem. 

Totem:

--“You great hero, from world long gone, the universe never was.”

--“You are the chosen one to make the book.”

Totem speaks mysteries, also others things, but mostly otherworldly ancient mysteries.

There was a night, but poodle name Fife that has pink bow and a fine trim, did not come out it’s light blue doghouse. Every other night it been barked lot, but this night it not even appear.

But then it come out the doghouse and walk on crass and sniff a bone. Then she drink from titular cup.

Then it start to howl.

Lay be make totem from an old beard hide, stitched it together to represent of a big rat and fill it belly, by all those small critters he bee hunting, they are like inner organs.

Its smell rotting and sulphur because old dead things.

Lay:

--“Is this body a good.”

RatRat:

--“I don’t know, must test. This is the first time for me too.”

Then one time he return to the Pray Room, and a house he got groceries, that, smelly little thing has start living, it totem, it sniffing air, look very animal, look untamed uncaring, when it speak it feel like dubbed, It talk following:

--“Slowly I heal out this rotting smell.”

--“You a  great Hero, Ed you are, you pick up the call, the cosmic background wave white noise of reality, an ancient story from countless ions ago whispers of the old galaxy.”

The little-thing telltales of Ed the great heroes of original world...  universe... reality.

World that got destroyed in great war.

Lay:

--“Horrible war.”

RatRat:

--“What?”

Lay:

--“War is newer great.”

RatRat:

--“Yes... anyway... let me continue...

 ...and this reality and all other the dimensions and realitys be born ashes of that one first original universe and dimension, and he speak everything that were beyond longest explanation.

 But Ed was great hero, biggest of them all heroes of all time, and he, he Lay is Ed he just need to make test and reborn as Ed.

RatRat:

--“ So basically you need to do all that what Ed do in the first chapter.”

Lay:

--“First chapter of what?”

RatRat:

--“In book that you.. do.”

RatRat point the big pile of notebooks filled it magic text, Lay have write.

RatRat:

--Wery story that you do, but you cant read it it our text, kive me time and I translate it for you.

And soon little rat guy give him a tiny book, where it been explained how he become a Ed. It is like prief summary of first chapter, RatRat need go thru mighty plenty those notes to get anything coherent together.

Lay:

--“After I go this thru, will I be free this curse?”

RatRat look him like don’t understand what he talking, and be sorry same time.

I don't know? Rat-totem? maybe that is a title: "Rat-totem"

 

“Son of dream... Father of time I call you name!!”

“Son of dream father of time I call you name!!”

“Son of dream father of time I call you name!!”

“Son of dream father of time I call you name!!”

                             That way, goes Lay’s mad scream to a Rat totem.

Very thin he have turn, it been days, maybe weeks, sometime be past, he been neglecting himself, life, family, opportunities.  On good and bad, Just focus on the magic, wearables weared out to loincloths so long time he been crazy. Burned pots on skin, and bruises... --wonder how he got them?

He live rich that it seems, before the fall, on indoors nice baroque rugs and a carpet the two-way- up staircase to an indoor balcony, it is just like in matrix movie. But there is certain deterioration ongoing now mostly in his soul, but also interior, but it is just symbolic what happens inside him. The obsession!  

Walls and floor and all books filled by that madding text... the magic oh. Dead campfire spot middle of carpet dirty charcoals around the place. He went in a pen store.

Now even long laid old text sometimes summons levitating magic symbol or two, not like on the beginning when there were those just when it was fresh out off the pen.  So he is winning!!?!, figuring out how the magic work.

The largest concentration of levitating letters spiralling like small oddly dancing wind around of big heap of notebooks, obviously because there is the most dense gathering of the magic symbols on many layers, books have pages that lot of surface to write, if wrote on walls that just one layer that smaller density.

I would suggest; if he want the greatest amount the magic! He need write on really thin paper, so then there can be very many layers of magic text, tight together it like microchips they got smaller and smaller.

That same cool way, is there rats? I mean same way as they letters come more prominent, also he turn rat spirit worshipping maniac – I mean like slowly and unwillingly. The cool way! Not even noticing it. All Signs of no choice, but a low will power, maybe if he have resist more mentally, he wouldn’t go so crazy, this newer be happened he would have job and a future.  

Yes, same ways the Rat come as the text come.

“I need a good long sleep for my day job at tomorrow” He say, this was even before those magic letters start happening three even before.

Noise from outside:

-- “Rauh!* Rauh!*”(Dog bee barking.)

Lay:

-- “Oo!,  the Dog from neighbour keep me awake! Hush now!”

Another noise, not dog:

-- “rattle* rattle*”

Lay:

“And what is that rustling, in walls? Where it coming from? I want sleep. No!.”

Then he starts killing rats and squirrels tiny animals that he thing making nasty noise at night, also look blood thirsty at the neighbour’s dog, but that odd rattling, --the sinister feel,  make him more angry than the sparking ever. But little he know it dark scraping inviting him slowly in whole new world also a whole new him.

 Pesk like noises slowly get more clean they turn “squeak-scratch”- like language, this while he writing more. And it noise speak same:

-- “Wirite wirite”

it was quiet, but also more foreign and make no sense, but then it make more sense.

HE hear~~

-- “You must make me real, I am you loyjal servant”

-- “awake me”

-- “I need a new a body”

All those rats he been killing, he have place them near the letter spiralling pile of notebooks, he have small room formerly a cleaning closet whole turned a place of altar, devoted to the spells.

the voice:

 “I need a body about size of bagger.”

the voice:

--"invoke me and I tell what you need to do, I tell more about the spells and you. Make me! Bring me new body. I need fresh corpse about size of medium size dog or a bagger. Bring me corpse of small animal and we talk more."