Monstrous (Chapter One)
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mindcrackloveHello everyone! This is the fic I mentioned in my introduction post. It's basically a story about Vechs and how he gets turned into a monster, and what happens after..but I won't go too into that yet! This is my first fic that I have posted anywhere and my second ever, and I'm really nervous posting this, but I have had my only reader (shoutout to jiminee) assure me that it's good so I'm going to post it. (Hopefully I tagged it right and didn't screw anything up! I only tagged the characters that appear in this chapter.)
This IS a Vechs/Aureylian fic but that is NOT the main point of it, the ship just happens to be there. This fic also contains violence, blood, cursing, badly written Zisteau, cliffhangers, and general douchebaggery.
So without further ado, here is chapter one of Monstrous!
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
EDIT: Apparently at least two people thought that Zisteau is a zombie pigman. This is untrue- he is a living, not-in-any-way undead pigman.
EDIT 2: Monstrous and the first few chapters of Residual are of decent quality, but after that (when I got an editor) the quality spikes and then slowly improves as the series goes on. I may potentially go back and fix up Monstrous and early Residual, as they both have some problems, but due to Fated being in progress as I write this, I just don't have the time at the moment.
A redheaded girl looked up into the sky as an arc of fire caught her eye. She stared and watched what she thought was a meteor falling from space to the ground. She took her binoculars to get a closer look- this is rare event, after all- and froze, green eyes widening. What was falling through the atmosphere was no meteor- it was a man!
But that’s not for awhile, yet.
Let’s go back, back far enough to explain how a certain ex-worldbuilder fell from the sky…
But perhaps we should go back far enough to tell the full story.
Kingdom of Valtarian, Minecraftia. March 23, year 321. Time instance 483Z.
Chapter One
Sun shone through the window, lighting up the face of a young human male, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties. His eyes fluttered open, immediately narrowing to blue slits against the light. He grumbled and sat up, turning away from the window to rub his eyes. He sighed and ran his hands through his messy black hair, not improving it at all. He stood and got dressed before looking out the window, checking the position of the sun. It was midmorning, a bit earlier than he had expected to wake up, but this didn’t displease him at all. He grinned and grabbed his bow and quiver before running outside, forgetting breakfast, to find his friend.
He slung both the quiver and the bow onto his back as he reached his friend’s house, then jumped to grab the branch of a tree. He pulled himself up and climbed a few feet up to reach the window. He knocked on the window, shouting his friend’s name.
“Zisteau! Wake up! We’re going exploring today, remember?”
A very groggy and very annoyed pigman appeared at the window a moment later. He rubbed his eyes and said something that the human couldn’t hear- probably something rude- then opened the window.
“Vechs, I agreed to this because I thought we would do this at a decent hour in the morning.”
“It’s midmorning! It’s not like the sun just came up!”
The pigman grumbled something extraordinarily rude before rolling his eyes. “Fine. Give me a minute to get some breakfast.”
“Do you have any food for me? I kinda skipped breakfast.” Vechs grinned sheepishly as Zisteau sighed.
~~~
Over an hour later, the red-clad human and the pigman wearing only shorts walked through the woods, dappled light playing across them. The air was clear and crisp, marking that it was only the beginning of spring and the last claws of winter were losing their battle to stay.
“I don’t know what you’re expecting to find.” Zisteau said eventually.
“Anything.” Vechs shrugged. “I’m heading towards that mountain in the middle of the woods. I think it would be an adventure.”
Zisteau groaned. That was over an hour away. “I’ve made a mistake.” he mumbled, but the human ignored him, darting between the trees.
Minutes later the annoyed pigman tripped over something, falling on his face and making his mood even worse. Vechs turned around when he heard the sound of his friend falling, concerned.
“Zisteau! Are you alright?”
“Fine.” He stood and glared at what he tripped over, pausing momentarily. “Vechs, what do you suppose this is?”
Vechs walked back to him to investigate. He knelt down and pushed aside the leaves and dirt with his gloved hands, revealing the rest of what was sticking up out of the ground. “A metal trapdoor of some type. Looks like you tripped over the handle, pigderp.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Then don’t derp.” Vechs grinned at him before seizing the handle and wrenching the trapdoor open, hinges protesting and screeching as they were forced to move and combat years of rust. This revealed a metal ladder, rusted but still usable, descending into the darkness of the earth. Vechs’s grin widened.
“Oh, no. I know that look. We are not-“
“I’m going down there.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Vechs ignored him, nudging him out of the way to get himself on the ladder. He was silently thankful for having the foresight to put on gloves this morning. He didn’t want to have to deal with wet, rusty iron with his bare hands.
“Vechs, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why? What’s the worst that could happen?”
“The ladder could break.”
Vechs ran that over in his mind before he shrugged and descended into the darkness. Instincts told him that the dark, stone shaft was dangerous and that he should run away as quickly as possible. That only fueled him on, partially from curiosity and partially to see Zisteau squirm, knowing that his friend’s instincts were even more honed than his own.
Zisteau didn’t like it, but he followed. As Vechs had predicted, he was uncomfortable the whole way down, pink hands hating the rusted and damp rungs of the ladder, hooves slipping here and there. He wondered why on earth he was friends with someone who forced him into these kinds of situations, but he decided that he didn’t really have to follow Vechs around and go down disgusting ladderwells with him, he just chose to due to some horrible flaw in judgment.
When they reached the bottom, Vechs fumbled for his flint and steel before lighting a torch, flames playing across the damp and moldy walls. The room they’d come into appeared to be a lab of some sort, clearly abandoned for many years. Moss and slime coated the walls, but the equipment looked mostly untouched other than the fine layer of rust that coated everything metallic.
“What is this place?” Zisteau asked in wonder.
“I don’t know.” Vechs admitted. He hesitantly stepped forward, deeper into the room, to investigate some equipment. “But this…this, Zisteau, is why we go exploring.”
“Don’t touch anything.”
“I won’t touch anything.” Vechs assured him, reaching forward and picking something up. Zisteau frowned at him but decided not to press the issue. He knew what battles were lost before they were even fought, and this was one of them.
“Oh, sweet!” Vechs pulled something off of a rack on the wall. It appeared to be some old goggles with green lenses. He grinned, immediately enamored with them. He cleaned them off on his shirt before putting them on. “What do you think?”
“I think you look like an idiot.”
“Fantastic. I’ll keep them.” He started poking through things on the tables, looking over equipment and opening drawers, feeling safer with his new goggles.
One drawer fell apart when he pulled it out, causing several glass vials to fall onto the floor and shatter. Vechs danced out of the way, pushing Zisteau back to protect him as well. One purple liquid burned through the floor, hissing and creating the smell of burning hair. One solution exploded into tiny sparks on impact. The rest of the potions did nothing, apparently either failures or had lost potency over the years.
Vechs let out a nervous laugh once the effects of the solutions had died down. “You alright, Zisteau?”
“I told you not to touch anything! That could have killed us!”
“But it didn’t.” Vechs stepped around the mess to keep looking through things.
“I feel like we should leave.”
“And not look at all this stuff? Zisteau, no one’s ever seen anything like this before! Imagine what we could do with it!” Vechs ran a finger over a machine.
“I’d rather imagine what it’s like at home right now.” the pigman muttered.
“Nothing could possibly- AHHK!” A bit of charged circuitry sent a rough shock through Vechs’s system when he touched it, making him feel like his blood was on fire and temporarily lose control of his motor systems, crashing backwards into Zisteau. Both fell to the floor, Zisteau’s back landing in some of the spilled potions. He yelped when broken glass dug into his skin, but the liquids didn’t appear to have any adverse effects. Vechs shuddered, shaking his tingling arm. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” Zisteau picked up the torch from where it had fallen.
“Y-yeah. Just shaken.” Vechs got up and helped up his friend, narrowing his eyes when he saw Zisteau’s back. “Did you land in the-“
“Yes.” the pigman flinched when Vechs pulled a shard of glass out.
“I hope this crap doesn’t do anything to you. It’s in your bloodstream now. Shit...I hope none of that was the stuff that dissolved the floor.”
“I don’t feel anything. I think I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry.” Vechs felt really guilty. He had gotten his best friend hurt, all because he wanted to stay a little longer. “We can go. I can come back on my own later, but I’m more worried about you.”
Zisteau allowed himself a small grin. “Thanks, Vechs. Let’s get out of here.”
Vechs nodded in agreement and led the way out, letting Zisteau climb the ladder first. He shut the trapdoor, noting its location as they headed for home.
He hoped that Zisteau would be okay…
This IS a Vechs/Aureylian fic but that is NOT the main point of it, the ship just happens to be there. This fic also contains violence, blood, cursing, badly written Zisteau, cliffhangers, and general douchebaggery.
So without further ado, here is chapter one of Monstrous!
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
EDIT: Apparently at least two people thought that Zisteau is a zombie pigman. This is untrue- he is a living, not-in-any-way undead pigman.
EDIT 2: Monstrous and the first few chapters of Residual are of decent quality, but after that (when I got an editor) the quality spikes and then slowly improves as the series goes on. I may potentially go back and fix up Monstrous and early Residual, as they both have some problems, but due to Fated being in progress as I write this, I just don't have the time at the moment.
A redheaded girl looked up into the sky as an arc of fire caught her eye. She stared and watched what she thought was a meteor falling from space to the ground. She took her binoculars to get a closer look- this is rare event, after all- and froze, green eyes widening. What was falling through the atmosphere was no meteor- it was a man!
But that’s not for awhile, yet.
Let’s go back, back far enough to explain how a certain ex-worldbuilder fell from the sky…
But perhaps we should go back far enough to tell the full story.
Kingdom of Valtarian, Minecraftia. March 23, year 321. Time instance 483Z.
Chapter One
Sun shone through the window, lighting up the face of a young human male, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties. His eyes fluttered open, immediately narrowing to blue slits against the light. He grumbled and sat up, turning away from the window to rub his eyes. He sighed and ran his hands through his messy black hair, not improving it at all. He stood and got dressed before looking out the window, checking the position of the sun. It was midmorning, a bit earlier than he had expected to wake up, but this didn’t displease him at all. He grinned and grabbed his bow and quiver before running outside, forgetting breakfast, to find his friend.
He slung both the quiver and the bow onto his back as he reached his friend’s house, then jumped to grab the branch of a tree. He pulled himself up and climbed a few feet up to reach the window. He knocked on the window, shouting his friend’s name.
“Zisteau! Wake up! We’re going exploring today, remember?”
A very groggy and very annoyed pigman appeared at the window a moment later. He rubbed his eyes and said something that the human couldn’t hear- probably something rude- then opened the window.
“Vechs, I agreed to this because I thought we would do this at a decent hour in the morning.”
“It’s midmorning! It’s not like the sun just came up!”
The pigman grumbled something extraordinarily rude before rolling his eyes. “Fine. Give me a minute to get some breakfast.”
“Do you have any food for me? I kinda skipped breakfast.” Vechs grinned sheepishly as Zisteau sighed.
~~~
Over an hour later, the red-clad human and the pigman wearing only shorts walked through the woods, dappled light playing across them. The air was clear and crisp, marking that it was only the beginning of spring and the last claws of winter were losing their battle to stay.
“I don’t know what you’re expecting to find.” Zisteau said eventually.
“Anything.” Vechs shrugged. “I’m heading towards that mountain in the middle of the woods. I think it would be an adventure.”
Zisteau groaned. That was over an hour away. “I’ve made a mistake.” he mumbled, but the human ignored him, darting between the trees.
Minutes later the annoyed pigman tripped over something, falling on his face and making his mood even worse. Vechs turned around when he heard the sound of his friend falling, concerned.
“Zisteau! Are you alright?”
“Fine.” He stood and glared at what he tripped over, pausing momentarily. “Vechs, what do you suppose this is?”
Vechs walked back to him to investigate. He knelt down and pushed aside the leaves and dirt with his gloved hands, revealing the rest of what was sticking up out of the ground. “A metal trapdoor of some type. Looks like you tripped over the handle, pigderp.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Then don’t derp.” Vechs grinned at him before seizing the handle and wrenching the trapdoor open, hinges protesting and screeching as they were forced to move and combat years of rust. This revealed a metal ladder, rusted but still usable, descending into the darkness of the earth. Vechs’s grin widened.
“Oh, no. I know that look. We are not-“
“I’m going down there.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Vechs ignored him, nudging him out of the way to get himself on the ladder. He was silently thankful for having the foresight to put on gloves this morning. He didn’t want to have to deal with wet, rusty iron with his bare hands.
“Vechs, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why? What’s the worst that could happen?”
“The ladder could break.”
Vechs ran that over in his mind before he shrugged and descended into the darkness. Instincts told him that the dark, stone shaft was dangerous and that he should run away as quickly as possible. That only fueled him on, partially from curiosity and partially to see Zisteau squirm, knowing that his friend’s instincts were even more honed than his own.
Zisteau didn’t like it, but he followed. As Vechs had predicted, he was uncomfortable the whole way down, pink hands hating the rusted and damp rungs of the ladder, hooves slipping here and there. He wondered why on earth he was friends with someone who forced him into these kinds of situations, but he decided that he didn’t really have to follow Vechs around and go down disgusting ladderwells with him, he just chose to due to some horrible flaw in judgment.
When they reached the bottom, Vechs fumbled for his flint and steel before lighting a torch, flames playing across the damp and moldy walls. The room they’d come into appeared to be a lab of some sort, clearly abandoned for many years. Moss and slime coated the walls, but the equipment looked mostly untouched other than the fine layer of rust that coated everything metallic.
“What is this place?” Zisteau asked in wonder.
“I don’t know.” Vechs admitted. He hesitantly stepped forward, deeper into the room, to investigate some equipment. “But this…this, Zisteau, is why we go exploring.”
“Don’t touch anything.”
“I won’t touch anything.” Vechs assured him, reaching forward and picking something up. Zisteau frowned at him but decided not to press the issue. He knew what battles were lost before they were even fought, and this was one of them.
“Oh, sweet!” Vechs pulled something off of a rack on the wall. It appeared to be some old goggles with green lenses. He grinned, immediately enamored with them. He cleaned them off on his shirt before putting them on. “What do you think?”
“I think you look like an idiot.”
“Fantastic. I’ll keep them.” He started poking through things on the tables, looking over equipment and opening drawers, feeling safer with his new goggles.
One drawer fell apart when he pulled it out, causing several glass vials to fall onto the floor and shatter. Vechs danced out of the way, pushing Zisteau back to protect him as well. One purple liquid burned through the floor, hissing and creating the smell of burning hair. One solution exploded into tiny sparks on impact. The rest of the potions did nothing, apparently either failures or had lost potency over the years.
Vechs let out a nervous laugh once the effects of the solutions had died down. “You alright, Zisteau?”
“I told you not to touch anything! That could have killed us!”
“But it didn’t.” Vechs stepped around the mess to keep looking through things.
“I feel like we should leave.”
“And not look at all this stuff? Zisteau, no one’s ever seen anything like this before! Imagine what we could do with it!” Vechs ran a finger over a machine.
“I’d rather imagine what it’s like at home right now.” the pigman muttered.
“Nothing could possibly- AHHK!” A bit of charged circuitry sent a rough shock through Vechs’s system when he touched it, making him feel like his blood was on fire and temporarily lose control of his motor systems, crashing backwards into Zisteau. Both fell to the floor, Zisteau’s back landing in some of the spilled potions. He yelped when broken glass dug into his skin, but the liquids didn’t appear to have any adverse effects. Vechs shuddered, shaking his tingling arm. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” Zisteau picked up the torch from where it had fallen.
“Y-yeah. Just shaken.” Vechs got up and helped up his friend, narrowing his eyes when he saw Zisteau’s back. “Did you land in the-“
“Yes.” the pigman flinched when Vechs pulled a shard of glass out.
“I hope this crap doesn’t do anything to you. It’s in your bloodstream now. Shit...I hope none of that was the stuff that dissolved the floor.”
“I don’t feel anything. I think I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry.” Vechs felt really guilty. He had gotten his best friend hurt, all because he wanted to stay a little longer. “We can go. I can come back on my own later, but I’m more worried about you.”
Zisteau allowed himself a small grin. “Thanks, Vechs. Let’s get out of here.”
Vechs nodded in agreement and led the way out, letting Zisteau climb the ladder first. He shut the trapdoor, noting its location as they headed for home.
He hoped that Zisteau would be okay…
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Date: Monday, March 2nd, 2015 12:00 pm (UTC)Sounds like a recepie for fun to me!
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Date: Monday, March 2nd, 2015 05:37 pm (UTC)(Also reminder that this does not end in Vechsteau (sorry! I do plan to write something for them eventually!) so don't ger excited over it when it's not here :( )
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Date: Tuesday, March 10th, 2015 10:14 pm (UTC)EX-worldbuilder? This concerns me. Very much so. (he totally does something stupid and gets kicked, I'm calling it.)
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Date: Tuesday, March 10th, 2015 10:18 pm (UTC)...Although get real who else would I be talking about?
You'll see.
You'll see chapter twelve, I believe.
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Date: Tuesday, March 1st, 2016 04:07 pm (UTC)I'm rereading the trilogy now. :)
-the lurkiest lurker
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Date: Tuesday, March 1st, 2016 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016 12:55 am (UTC)*JAZZ HANDS*
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Date: Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016 06:00 am (UTC)A story that would literally change my life.
Don't mind me I'll just be over here trying not to cry
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Date: Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016 07:12 am (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016 01:07 pm (UTC)-the lurkiest lurker