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Hey there! Here's my foray into the Fate series!
As mentioned in the journal I posted this is my attempt to use the Fate/Stay Night, Zero, Aporcrypha, Extra setting and mix it with my PCA characters and settings... sorta <w< in this case mix it with my little diaper bear Petie who's so in over his head in this one it's not even funny...
Warning, this is kinda Grimm and unpleasant... so enjoy! =D
ALSO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! THIS IS VERY MUCH AN EXPERIMENT FOR ME SO I'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW IT WENT!!
Other then that please enjoy, fav, and have a great day! ^,^
Characters owned by me
Pokémon not owned by me
Fate series owned by TypeMOON
Petie’s head was swimming with confusion and pain. The last thing he remembered was starting to head home from the PCA and leaving the school grounds… then darkness. Groaning he tried to rub his head to clear it… and found he couldn’t move his limbs and his wrists and ankles hurt horribly. This got him full awake in a hurry as his eyes shot open and he started to whip his head around trying to figure out where he was. His first instincts were to assume he was in some kind of horrible, twisted dream where he’d wake up screaming for Momma… but the pain and smells were too real. Too terribly real.
He was in what looked like a warehouse judging by what little he could see in the pale light of a full moon flickering through a skylight. The pale light just barely illuminated several black, ominous shapes that looked like tall mounds of moving shadows… it wasn’t until one of them lifted his arms that Petie realized they were people cloaked in all concealing black hooded robes. Suddenly several torches sprang to life around Petie making him squeal in fright as a murmur of… happiness rippled through the crowd. Petie shuddered as he realized they seemed to be glad he was awake but in some dark, ominous way.
With the flickering light of the torches showing him more he realized he was in a warehouse of some kind but it looked mostly empty save for the hooded figures and what looked like a black podium situated in front of him between two standing torches. Struggling again Petie remember he was bound and whipped his head to look at his wrists and look down at his ankles. Thick ropes bound him to stakes that seemed to have been hammered into the concrete itself leaving him spread-eagled like some kind of…
of…
Sacrifice.
The only thing that kept Petie from screaming loud enough to hurt himself was that his fear caught in his throat as he let out high pitched squeaks of terror as he flooded his diaper. He kept squeaking pathetically as he realized he was shirtless with some kind of design scribbled on his chest in this red substance… right over his heart. The teddiursa let out a louder squeak as he realized the design continued out around him to form a circle pattern like he’d seen in his video games for magic or demon summoning.
Just as a tall. Horned, cloaked figure loomed over him, an ornate black bladed dagger in his hand, as he leaned forward bearing the weapon down on Petie.
“…………!!!!”
Petie’s short life flashed before his eyes as the figure… lightly tapped his chest with the dagger, pulling back his hood to reveal an older looking houndoom man with grey hair and beard and handsome features. The fire type smiled down at Petie as he continued squeaking in fear and spoke in a low, seductive tone “Good, hold onto that fear little one. It’ll help us summon a Servant suiting out needs.” He said, in a tone that told Petie he was less interested in Petie knowing what he was talking about and more interested in the sound of his own voice.
Giving Petie a patronizing pat on the head the houndoom walked over to stand behind the podium, setting the dagger down to pick up a thick, leather bound book that look like something you’d see in a fantasy RPG. Ignoring Petie’s squeaks the fire type cleared his throat and called out to the other cloaked figures “My brothers and sisters! Our time is at hand! At this, the advent of the Holy Grail War, we will make our new world and all shall know our truth and tremble before us!” he called out, his voice echoing throughout the warehouse as murmurs of agreement came from the group before him.
“With this book to gather and combine our prana together, with this spell circle we will call a servant forth, and with this child’s still beating heart we will insure we summon forth a servant suiting our grand designs!” he called out with the same aplomb as a public speaker whipping a crowd into a fury for a new community project as the hooded figures echoed back in approval, starting to chant in some language Petie didn’t understand. The houndoom chanted back, holding the book aloft as some kind of thick, unnatural mist started to gather. It felt as if it was charged with… something, something Petie could describe as it gathered on the podium and seemed to collect over the book.
It was now Petie finally found enough of his voice to start screaming.
“Yes! Yes! Scream loud and clear! Your voice is a celebration to our god! Your heart shall be food to him! And your last breath shall be tribute to him so that we may win the Holy Grail and change the world!” the houndoom called out, barely able to be heard over the chanting and Petie’s screams. Setting the book down the fire type produced the dagger again and slowly approached Petie with heavy, thematic footsteps illuminated by…
Petie’s newest scream caught in his throat as he realized the symbol pained on the ground was glowing with a deep red, unnatural light. It was pulsing rhythmically like the beating of a heart and getting brighter with each pulse. Suddenly Petie realized the houndoom was looming over him again and holding the dagger aloft as he held his arms out wide and looked up, the light of the torches and the full moon above making the already intimidating creature look positively demonic as he started to chant in a language Petie didn’t understand keeping the same pace and tone as a solemn prayer.
Petie let out one last desperate scream as he saw the dagger go up in preparation to strike.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!”
Suddenly there was a bright flash of a blue light making the houndoom and the robed figures gasp in surprise as the sound of wind and frantically flipping pages was heard and all the torches went out at once. As quickly as it came the light and wind vanished leaving only the sound of Petie’s choked sobbing as he looked at the houndoom still standing over him, poised for the kill. The silence was stiff and thick as Petie realized there was a glow other than the moon in the room. But since the torches had gone out his panicked mind couldn’t place what it was till he realized the spell circle had changed from an ominous red to a light, almost white, blue color.
Through the still misty darkness a clear, and young sounding voice called out and echoed off the wall catching everybody’s attention.
The soft tone and nursery rhyme like pacing of it left the houndoom and his robe wearing friends standing there in confusion as Petie screamed out “PLEASE! PLEASE SAVE ME!!!” at the top of his lung, not caring to know who the stranger in the darkness was at this point as long as it WASN’T a psycho about to cut his heart out. Before he could continue screaming though Petie let out a cry of pain as he felt a burning sensation on his hand. As he let a cry of pain he looked to see the same blue white glow as the circle on the back of his paw as a symbol appeared there. Petie had no clue what it meant but the houndoom seemed to as he snarled and stuttered in confused fury.
“HOW!? HOW DID YOU TAKE OUR SERVANT!? HOW DARE YOU DEFILE OUR GOD LIKE THIS YOU LITTLE WRETCH!!!”
Petie let out another scream as the furious fire type whipped his arm back to plunge his dagger into the teddiursa… just as a shadow figure, a flash of silver, and a streak of red happened so fast Petie could barely perceive that they didn’t happen all at once. It took his brain another moment to process what they did as well as the houndoom went down to his knees screaming and clutching the bloody stump where his dagger clutching hand had been. Things were happening too fast for the bear as the robed figures stepped back in shock and a small, shadowed figure leapt up onto the podium, his looks hidden in the weak light of the room, and shouted out in the same voice that’d said the rhyme… but no longer soft and restrained.
“You heard little baby bunting here! He’s my master and he’s asking for a daring rescue!” the voice was painfully familiar as was the head of the shadowy figure’s silhouette … but Petie’s panicked mind couldn’t place them as the figure lifted up a short sword about half his height that gleamed in the moonlight, a faint trickle of red on it, and pointed it at the robe wearing figures “So you best step off and let us leave… or are we gonna have to get Grimm here?” he said, voice cocky and dripping with a self-assured arrogance that was utterly obnoxious.
The robed figures pulled out what looked to be less ornamental versions of their leader’s dagger as a murmur of anger lifted from them over the houndoom’s pained screaming. As they stepped forward the figure chuckled and gave a theatrical shrug “Okay then, if that’s how you want it. Lets dance.” Before vanishing. Petie blinked his tear stained eyes as he stared at the podium the figure had been on a moment before… until the sound of screams made him look back towards the robed figures.
In the half-light of the moon Petie could barely see it but his imagination filled in the grizzly blanks as he saw flashes of silver, streaks of red, and heard bloody screams of panic as a small shadow figure darted in and out of the group of robed mon, jumping and flying about like something out of an anime, as he cut them down like a something out of a horror movie. Not made any better by him shouting out a poem at the top of his lungs as he did this, using the same tone of arrogance and bravado as before.
The carnage seemed to pause for a moment as there was a flash of pearly whiteness from the figure that Petie’s confused and overwhelmed mind somehow pegged as him flashing a cocky smile like a character out of an action cartoon. This was gone in a moment though as the figure started to cut down the last few robed figures as he belted out more verses to the poem just as Petie noticed the houndoom scrambling to pick up his dropped dagger with his remaining hand.
The houndoom lurched forward, a look of madness on his face as he was ready to finally stab Petie, only to stop short as the shadow figure shot by and the houndoom’s head fell cleanly from his shoulders followed by his body collapsing to the ground next to it.
Petie’s whole body was shuddering as he struggled not to throw up from the thick smell of death and blood in the room, his head spinning and barely able to process what had taken place in the span of minutes as he cried and chocked softly, eyes focusing on the figure of his rescuer was now illuminated by moonlight. For a moment all he saw was a floppy brown cap like that hero in the Zelda games wore and a midnight blue cloak that reached to the figures feet. As it sheathed its sword and turned around though Petie’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.
The figure was dressed in a tan, long sleeved shirt with a dark blue tunic over it, brown pantaloons, and knee height old style boots. Combined with his blue cloak and brown cap he looked like he was on his way to a renaissance fair. Over his tunic and around his middle he wore an incredibly thick leather belt with a huge gold buckle on the front with “JACK” emblazed upon it like some kind of bling. His sword, a dagger, and a pouch all hung off the belt as he walked over to Petie and looked down at him.
But past the fantasy game clothes…
HE LOOKED JUST LIKE PETIE!
The guy was a teddiursa identical to Petie in every way. Height, face, figure, even the cute cowlick sticking out from under his floppy cap made him look like Petie’s twin. The only difference was the teddiursa’s expression. The figures face was twisted in a cocky, arrogant, but still friendly grin Petie could probably never manage himself. This was all too much for the bears blown brain as his vision started to swim. Before he passed out Petie heard the teddiursa start speaking, in what he now recognized as a bolder version of his own childish voice, down to him.
“Hey there kiddo. Names Nursery Rhyme but you can call me Jack! Or Assassin if you gotta… welcome to the Holy Grail War.”
To Be Continued…
As mentioned in the journal I posted this is my attempt to use the Fate/Stay Night, Zero, Aporcrypha, Extra setting and mix it with my PCA characters and settings... sorta <w< in this case mix it with my little diaper bear Petie who's so in over his head in this one it's not even funny...
Warning, this is kinda Grimm and unpleasant... so enjoy! =D
ALSO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! THIS IS VERY MUCH AN EXPERIMENT FOR ME SO I'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW IT WENT!!
Other then that please enjoy, fav, and have a great day! ^,^
Characters owned by me
Pokémon not owned by me
Fate series owned by TypeMOON
Fate/Mad Dream
Start of the DreamPetie’s head was swimming with confusion and pain. The last thing he remembered was starting to head home from the PCA and leaving the school grounds… then darkness. Groaning he tried to rub his head to clear it… and found he couldn’t move his limbs and his wrists and ankles hurt horribly. This got him full awake in a hurry as his eyes shot open and he started to whip his head around trying to figure out where he was. His first instincts were to assume he was in some kind of horrible, twisted dream where he’d wake up screaming for Momma… but the pain and smells were too real. Too terribly real.
He was in what looked like a warehouse judging by what little he could see in the pale light of a full moon flickering through a skylight. The pale light just barely illuminated several black, ominous shapes that looked like tall mounds of moving shadows… it wasn’t until one of them lifted his arms that Petie realized they were people cloaked in all concealing black hooded robes. Suddenly several torches sprang to life around Petie making him squeal in fright as a murmur of… happiness rippled through the crowd. Petie shuddered as he realized they seemed to be glad he was awake but in some dark, ominous way.
With the flickering light of the torches showing him more he realized he was in a warehouse of some kind but it looked mostly empty save for the hooded figures and what looked like a black podium situated in front of him between two standing torches. Struggling again Petie remember he was bound and whipped his head to look at his wrists and look down at his ankles. Thick ropes bound him to stakes that seemed to have been hammered into the concrete itself leaving him spread-eagled like some kind of…
of…
Sacrifice.
The only thing that kept Petie from screaming loud enough to hurt himself was that his fear caught in his throat as he let out high pitched squeaks of terror as he flooded his diaper. He kept squeaking pathetically as he realized he was shirtless with some kind of design scribbled on his chest in this red substance… right over his heart. The teddiursa let out a louder squeak as he realized the design continued out around him to form a circle pattern like he’d seen in his video games for magic or demon summoning.
Just as a tall. Horned, cloaked figure loomed over him, an ornate black bladed dagger in his hand, as he leaned forward bearing the weapon down on Petie.
“…………!!!!”
Petie’s short life flashed before his eyes as the figure… lightly tapped his chest with the dagger, pulling back his hood to reveal an older looking houndoom man with grey hair and beard and handsome features. The fire type smiled down at Petie as he continued squeaking in fear and spoke in a low, seductive tone “Good, hold onto that fear little one. It’ll help us summon a Servant suiting out needs.” He said, in a tone that told Petie he was less interested in Petie knowing what he was talking about and more interested in the sound of his own voice.
Giving Petie a patronizing pat on the head the houndoom walked over to stand behind the podium, setting the dagger down to pick up a thick, leather bound book that look like something you’d see in a fantasy RPG. Ignoring Petie’s squeaks the fire type cleared his throat and called out to the other cloaked figures “My brothers and sisters! Our time is at hand! At this, the advent of the Holy Grail War, we will make our new world and all shall know our truth and tremble before us!” he called out, his voice echoing throughout the warehouse as murmurs of agreement came from the group before him.
“With this book to gather and combine our prana together, with this spell circle we will call a servant forth, and with this child’s still beating heart we will insure we summon forth a servant suiting our grand designs!” he called out with the same aplomb as a public speaker whipping a crowd into a fury for a new community project as the hooded figures echoed back in approval, starting to chant in some language Petie didn’t understand. The houndoom chanted back, holding the book aloft as some kind of thick, unnatural mist started to gather. It felt as if it was charged with… something, something Petie could describe as it gathered on the podium and seemed to collect over the book.
It was now Petie finally found enough of his voice to start screaming.
“Yes! Yes! Scream loud and clear! Your voice is a celebration to our god! Your heart shall be food to him! And your last breath shall be tribute to him so that we may win the Holy Grail and change the world!” the houndoom called out, barely able to be heard over the chanting and Petie’s screams. Setting the book down the fire type produced the dagger again and slowly approached Petie with heavy, thematic footsteps illuminated by…
Petie’s newest scream caught in his throat as he realized the symbol pained on the ground was glowing with a deep red, unnatural light. It was pulsing rhythmically like the beating of a heart and getting brighter with each pulse. Suddenly Petie realized the houndoom was looming over him again and holding the dagger aloft as he held his arms out wide and looked up, the light of the torches and the full moon above making the already intimidating creature look positively demonic as he started to chant in a language Petie didn’t understand keeping the same pace and tone as a solemn prayer.
Petie let out one last desperate scream as he saw the dagger go up in preparation to strike.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!”
Suddenly there was a bright flash of a blue light making the houndoom and the robed figures gasp in surprise as the sound of wind and frantically flipping pages was heard and all the torches went out at once. As quickly as it came the light and wind vanished leaving only the sound of Petie’s choked sobbing as he looked at the houndoom still standing over him, poised for the kill. The silence was stiff and thick as Petie realized there was a glow other than the moon in the room. But since the torches had gone out his panicked mind couldn’t place what it was till he realized the spell circle had changed from an ominous red to a light, almost white, blue color.
Through the still misty darkness a clear, and young sounding voice called out and echoed off the wall catching everybody’s attention.
“Hush-a-bye baby,
Sweet child in his crib
Innocent who has called me,
Answering the name of Assassin
I come to ask you…
Are you my Master?”The soft tone and nursery rhyme like pacing of it left the houndoom and his robe wearing friends standing there in confusion as Petie screamed out “PLEASE! PLEASE SAVE ME!!!” at the top of his lung, not caring to know who the stranger in the darkness was at this point as long as it WASN’T a psycho about to cut his heart out. Before he could continue screaming though Petie let out a cry of pain as he felt a burning sensation on his hand. As he let a cry of pain he looked to see the same blue white glow as the circle on the back of his paw as a symbol appeared there. Petie had no clue what it meant but the houndoom seemed to as he snarled and stuttered in confused fury.
“HOW!? HOW DID YOU TAKE OUR SERVANT!? HOW DARE YOU DEFILE OUR GOD LIKE THIS YOU LITTLE WRETCH!!!”
Petie let out another scream as the furious fire type whipped his arm back to plunge his dagger into the teddiursa… just as a shadow figure, a flash of silver, and a streak of red happened so fast Petie could barely perceive that they didn’t happen all at once. It took his brain another moment to process what they did as well as the houndoom went down to his knees screaming and clutching the bloody stump where his dagger clutching hand had been. Things were happening too fast for the bear as the robed figures stepped back in shock and a small, shadowed figure leapt up onto the podium, his looks hidden in the weak light of the room, and shouted out in the same voice that’d said the rhyme… but no longer soft and restrained.
“You heard little baby bunting here! He’s my master and he’s asking for a daring rescue!” the voice was painfully familiar as was the head of the shadowy figure’s silhouette … but Petie’s panicked mind couldn’t place them as the figure lifted up a short sword about half his height that gleamed in the moonlight, a faint trickle of red on it, and pointed it at the robe wearing figures “So you best step off and let us leave… or are we gonna have to get Grimm here?” he said, voice cocky and dripping with a self-assured arrogance that was utterly obnoxious.
The robed figures pulled out what looked to be less ornamental versions of their leader’s dagger as a murmur of anger lifted from them over the houndoom’s pained screaming. As they stepped forward the figure chuckled and gave a theatrical shrug “Okay then, if that’s how you want it. Lets dance.” Before vanishing. Petie blinked his tear stained eyes as he stared at the podium the figure had been on a moment before… until the sound of screams made him look back towards the robed figures.
In the half-light of the moon Petie could barely see it but his imagination filled in the grizzly blanks as he saw flashes of silver, streaks of red, and heard bloody screams of panic as a small shadow figure darted in and out of the group of robed mon, jumping and flying about like something out of an anime, as he cut them down like a something out of a horror movie. Not made any better by him shouting out a poem at the top of his lungs as he did this, using the same tone of arrogance and bravado as before.
“Here’s the right valiant Cornish man
Who slew the Giant Cormoran!”The carnage seemed to pause for a moment as there was a flash of pearly whiteness from the figure that Petie’s confused and overwhelmed mind somehow pegged as him flashing a cocky smile like a character out of an action cartoon. This was gone in a moment though as the figure started to cut down the last few robed figures as he belted out more verses to the poem just as Petie noticed the houndoom scrambling to pick up his dropped dagger with his remaining hand.
“You haven’t a chance, a hope, or prayer”The houndoom lurched forward, a look of madness on his face as he was ready to finally stab Petie, only to stop short as the shadow figure shot by and the houndoom’s head fell cleanly from his shoulders followed by his body collapsing to the ground next to it.
“For you face Jack, the Giant Slayer!”Petie’s whole body was shuddering as he struggled not to throw up from the thick smell of death and blood in the room, his head spinning and barely able to process what had taken place in the span of minutes as he cried and chocked softly, eyes focusing on the figure of his rescuer was now illuminated by moonlight. For a moment all he saw was a floppy brown cap like that hero in the Zelda games wore and a midnight blue cloak that reached to the figures feet. As it sheathed its sword and turned around though Petie’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.
The figure was dressed in a tan, long sleeved shirt with a dark blue tunic over it, brown pantaloons, and knee height old style boots. Combined with his blue cloak and brown cap he looked like he was on his way to a renaissance fair. Over his tunic and around his middle he wore an incredibly thick leather belt with a huge gold buckle on the front with “JACK” emblazed upon it like some kind of bling. His sword, a dagger, and a pouch all hung off the belt as he walked over to Petie and looked down at him.
But past the fantasy game clothes…
HE LOOKED JUST LIKE PETIE!
The guy was a teddiursa identical to Petie in every way. Height, face, figure, even the cute cowlick sticking out from under his floppy cap made him look like Petie’s twin. The only difference was the teddiursa’s expression. The figures face was twisted in a cocky, arrogant, but still friendly grin Petie could probably never manage himself. This was all too much for the bears blown brain as his vision started to swim. Before he passed out Petie heard the teddiursa start speaking, in what he now recognized as a bolder version of his own childish voice, down to him.
“Hey there kiddo. Names Nursery Rhyme but you can call me Jack! Or Assassin if you gotta… welcome to the Holy Grail War.”
To Be Continued…
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Interesting... I see you are using the rule of "Servants can be summoned as more than one class" which is entirely appropriate. And I THOUGHT I remembered it being a Reality Marble of sorts!
(I do of course understand that details are subject to change.)
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Interesting... I see you are using the rule of "Servants can be summoned as more than one class" which is entirely appropriate. And I THOUGHT I remembered it being a Reality Marble of sorts!
(I do of course understand that details are subject to change.)
Given how many fairy tales there are out there, and how often he gets mistaken for a girl, he could have ended up with a companion of the Beast (hence making him Beauty...)
Anyway. The reason I say "Jack of Fables" is because of the Fables comics having the idea that all those Jacks in fairytales are the same person. Jack the Giant Killer, Jack Horner, Jack be Nimble, and so on and so forth. This makes him VERY durable, because the abilities of a Fable are based on popularity.
Anyway. The reason I say "Jack of Fables" is because of the Fables comics having the idea that all those Jacks in fairytales are the same person. Jack the Giant Killer, Jack Horner, Jack be Nimble, and so on and so forth. This makes him VERY durable, because the abilities of a Fable are based on popularity.
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