[ENDGAME] Stage 4; Allegory

[warden_kun]

The clouds dissipate, and only then do the people below realize that they had never been clouds, by the ashen offal generated by so many bioelectrical creatures in the sky. The atmosphere is a seething, crackling mass of solid Entropi. They bump into one another, passing through and generating wide arcs of lightning, seeming like the whole racial

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Re: [In the Rough: Gaz's hallucination II]

[gaz4prez]

Gaz was silent. Yuuko was displeased with her, and that actually hurt her more than anything. Hadn't she did everything she could to change? Had she really started to not care about anyone but herself, and only protecting herself? It was an unpleasant thought, and Gaz felt burdened by it. Maybe she didn't deserve her powers. What did they mean if she was still doing nothing but running in circles?

At least, that was what it seemed like now. Yuuko stared back at her, ready to render judgment, and she could forget everything, just go back to sticking to her game slave. All of that crap about Dark and everyone in Econtra would be over. She wouldn't need to be plagued by the pain of feeling like she shouldn't be content. She could just be.

Pfft. Fuck that.

"What kind of choice is that?" Gaz asked. "Choose between the people I've met and cared about here in favor of comfort? Come on. You think you could make a better Yuuko than that. But I know the deal. The whole showdown and all of that. All the better anyway. It would suck if I wasn't in a fight."

Gaz smiled, and the fake Yuuko returned the smile. "You're so troublesome," she said. "The real one of me must be the reason for that. Of course you also didn't have that boy to think about either. He may have been a factor too."

Gaz smiled. "Yeah. Love's a bitch."

After several hours, Gaz was bleeding and smiling. She was spent, and she was certainly trying to catch her breath. The fight had been arduous, and she hadn't had a fight like that in Econtra before. She looked at her fake mentor. "Well, you're as good as I imagined Yuuko was. It's pretty impossible to win."

Yuuko smiled. "Then you should give up. What if you're beloved finds you dying of an aneurysm, eyes wide and staring, head rocking back and forth. Is that going to be his last image of you? Go peacefully, and that will be it. I promise that you..."

Gaz hadn't let her finish. She shot a purple beam, as lethal as Gaz could make it, straight through her chest. The usual bemused look on Gaz's face was replaced by a look of seriousness and purpose. The air crackled with Gaz's energy, and she was definitely bleeding more now, but none of that really mattered.

"'Mistress' accepts her death however it happens. That is the only thing he'd think. Trying to use my boyfriend as a pity chip with my mentors face is unforgivable. I don't quail to crap like this. I'm stronger than that. Yuuko would have known."

Gaz didn't bother contemplating the strained expression on this face Yuuko. She was fake. It made no difference.