Dead Fantasy, Chapter 1
Here we go--it's finally finished! ...well, okay, just this chapter at least! XD
And yes, this is officially Chapter 1.
Title: Dead Fantasy
Chapter Title: Chapter 1
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: None
Rating: Currently SFW
Word Count: 1,199 (This Chapter)
Pairings: Currently None For Now
Genre: Action, Aventure, Some Gore, Mystery
Warnings:.Multiple Animes, Various Video Games
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I wouldn't be looking for work or applying for financal aid.
Summary: Based on Monty Oum's DEAD FANTASY videos
DEAD FANTASY. The hottest new massive multiplayer online RPG, that not only allows you to design your character down to the tiniest details but also puts yur character into a customize story-line that interconnects and crosses the paths of your fellow players, at different points in the game. Everyone in the Worlds follows their favorites and has raised them to viral stardom. Some captialize on that fame while others keep low profiles as much as possible. It's on the lips and minds of every single person, filling chatrooms, forums and the airwaves. And now, it's become something that no one saw coming....
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"Dead Fantasy"
Chapter 1
Batou didn’t know which disgusted him more: the condition of the apartment-or the condition of the 5-day-old corpse in said apartment.
Of course, considering the amount of garbage in the dwelling, it wasn’t too surprising to see that the bathroom had to be the cleanest room in the house. Batou wouldn’t have been able to have made it past the front door, if he hadn’t turned off his olfactory senses in order to do his job. He had never seen a place this bad before-and Batou had been to battle fields that were nothing more than sun-baked massacres.
Well, at least he didn’t have to wear a mask like Ishikawa and Togusa so he could do his job.
“This is just disgusting!” Ishikawa growled behind his mask. “Can you believe this pigsty!”
Batou looked over his shoulder at the man with the unkept-looking hair and beard, who was carrying a couple cases (one in each hand) and a third on his shoulder, holding them up as high as possible as he attempted to move further into the apartment. The ponytailed cyborg wanted to gloat about being able to turn off his senses when he wanted to but was afraid of opening his mouth, for desire of not having to taste this place on his tongue when he switched his (currently off) senses back on.
He was aware that he’d probably be smelling this place for weeks as it was.
“I am so glad my kids haven’t reached this age yet.” Togusa muttered behind his mask, looking around at the filth that surrounded them.
“Yeah, but don’t you have your cousin’s kid living with you now?” Batou remarked, looking around with a curled lip. “Ain’t he close to this guy’s age?”
“Don’t remind me.” Togusa partially groaned at the thought.
“…man, this is going to make evidence collection a real bitch an’ a half.” Batou muttered, stepping over a pile of garbage that had fallen over.
It took the small team several more trash traversing moments until they reached the actual crime scene itself. Unlike the rest of the apartment, the bedroom was only lit by the multiple glowing screens curving around a keyboard, pushed as far to the edges of the desk as they had room and didn’t fall.
Now, the body was of a cyberized, slightly overweight teenager laid back in his computer chair, his brain case shot all to Hell. The mess was horrendous, covering half the room in blood, micromachine fluid and thicker things. He hadn’t been found in days, the smell of decomp only adding to the putrid stench. And to make matters worse-the kid’s dive cable was still plugged into his computer.
There were food wrappers, soda cans and energy drink bottles littering the floor and desk around the corpse and terminal. And there were bottles of a dark yellow liquid under the desk. The kid’s fly was down, like they had just finished and there was a “fresh” bottle by their foot, closed.
Batou grimaced at the overflowing trash bin. “Where the hell is this kid’s parents? Shouldn’t they be here, living with him?”
“I wish. One of the other tenants said that this is the apartment of the building’s manager’s son. He got this place to himself because he and his younger sister weren’t allowed to share a room since he hit puberty.” Ishikawa snorted behind his mask, drawing a cable from the dummy barrier at his hip to plug it into the terminal. “The manager and his wife are currently out to dinner, and their little girl’s out on a date. Neither party returns until real late-oh, and the daughter’s a real piece of work.”
“One of those spoiled, self-entitled, loud mouth brats?” Batou earned a nod from the unkempt man. “Figures…seems to fit the shut-in freak here, if he’s the brother.”
“Izuna, Kiramu. Age, 18. Gender, male. Family, Mother, Father, Younger Sister.” Ishikawa relayed to his two teammates as Togusa opened one of the cases to remove a camera to take photographs. “Damn, it’s the manager’s creepy son, all right.”
“Creepy?” Togusa repeated curiously.
“Yeah, according to the neighbors, he just shuts himself away behind a computer. Rarely comes out and rarely talks to anyone. He goes to school, barely scrapes by and is known for his damn Anime fetish.” Ishikawa explained, looking over at the snap-shot-taking male. He looked back over at the computer. “…huh. He’s got a shit load of encrypted data on here. It’s a program of some sort but I can’t tell what it is. It’s password protected and I don’t have enough room to bust through delicately.”
“Maybe it’s a Net game.” Togusa offered up. “Y’know, like World of Warcraft. I know Masayuki’s into that kinda stuff. It’s how he keeps in touch with his friends from Suiten.”
“Oh, that’s right. He’s one of the survivors from the Research Institute Meltdown Incident.” Ishikawa earned a nod from Togusa in confirmation. “How’s the kid adjusting to the big city?”
“Well, he’s lived in Tokyo before his folks brought him to Suiten. It’s not all that different, living here in Niihama, he says. He did have to get used to the sounds of the city again, though.” Togusa admitted, earning a few chuckles from his co-workers. “He spends most of his time either at home or out with some classmates, helping out and watching the kids, or going to the arcades. He plays a lot of Net games, usually on his laptop so he can sit on his bed and lounge. I think it’s mostly to distract him from the fact he hasn’t heard from or seen any of his friends from the island. The punk acts like nothing bothers him, but I know he’s far more worried than he lets on.”
“Yeah, I bet he is.” Batou muttered softly. He knew what it felt like to be worried about someone you considered as close as his own blood, especially when his comrades were scattered all over.
“I’m going to need to bring this back to Section 9. I can’t work on it in here with no room and all this mess!” Ishikawa groused darkly. He looked at Togusa. “Get the police shells in here to clear all this garbage out of here! We’ll lose evidence in all this trash!”
“Uh, right!” Togusa nodded, leaving as quickly as possible without falling over.
“…though, I’m curious…” Ishikawa muttered, looking at the computer set up.
“What about?” Batou inquired of the bearded man.
Ishikawa gestured to the chair and the desk. “Like what exactly could require him to have this kind of setup.” Something moving at the edge of his vision got his attention. “Hmm? What’s this? It wasn’t here before.”
The man touched his gloved finger to a stain on the desk. He rubbed it between his fingers…and felt something hit his hand. Ishikawa looked at the dark spot on his glove and then looked up at the ceiling. His eyes went wide, causing Batou to look up-and prove to be just as horrified at what was now written on ceiling.
ALL WHOM MOCK SUCH FINALITY
FANTASIZE OF DEATH NO MORE.
“…oh, shit…”
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Yeah, bit of a cliffy. Let me know what you think plz.
And yes, this is officially Chapter 1.
Title: Dead Fantasy
Chapter Title: Chapter 1
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: None
Rating: Currently SFW
Word Count: 1,199 (This Chapter)
Pairings: Currently None For Now
Genre: Action, Aventure, Some Gore, Mystery
Warnings:.Multiple Animes, Various Video Games
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I wouldn't be looking for work or applying for financal aid.
Summary: Based on Monty Oum's DEAD FANTASY videos
DEAD FANTASY. The hottest new massive multiplayer online RPG, that not only allows you to design your character down to the tiniest details but also puts yur character into a customize story-line that interconnects and crosses the paths of your fellow players, at different points in the game. Everyone in the Worlds follows their favorites and has raised them to viral stardom. Some captialize on that fame while others keep low profiles as much as possible. It's on the lips and minds of every single person, filling chatrooms, forums and the airwaves. And now, it's become something that no one saw coming....
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"Dead Fantasy"
Chapter 1
Batou didn’t know which disgusted him more: the condition of the apartment-or the condition of the 5-day-old corpse in said apartment.
Of course, considering the amount of garbage in the dwelling, it wasn’t too surprising to see that the bathroom had to be the cleanest room in the house. Batou wouldn’t have been able to have made it past the front door, if he hadn’t turned off his olfactory senses in order to do his job. He had never seen a place this bad before-and Batou had been to battle fields that were nothing more than sun-baked massacres.
Well, at least he didn’t have to wear a mask like Ishikawa and Togusa so he could do his job.
“This is just disgusting!” Ishikawa growled behind his mask. “Can you believe this pigsty!”
Batou looked over his shoulder at the man with the unkept-looking hair and beard, who was carrying a couple cases (one in each hand) and a third on his shoulder, holding them up as high as possible as he attempted to move further into the apartment. The ponytailed cyborg wanted to gloat about being able to turn off his senses when he wanted to but was afraid of opening his mouth, for desire of not having to taste this place on his tongue when he switched his (currently off) senses back on.
He was aware that he’d probably be smelling this place for weeks as it was.
“I am so glad my kids haven’t reached this age yet.” Togusa muttered behind his mask, looking around at the filth that surrounded them.
“Yeah, but don’t you have your cousin’s kid living with you now?” Batou remarked, looking around with a curled lip. “Ain’t he close to this guy’s age?”
“Don’t remind me.” Togusa partially groaned at the thought.
“…man, this is going to make evidence collection a real bitch an’ a half.” Batou muttered, stepping over a pile of garbage that had fallen over.
It took the small team several more trash traversing moments until they reached the actual crime scene itself. Unlike the rest of the apartment, the bedroom was only lit by the multiple glowing screens curving around a keyboard, pushed as far to the edges of the desk as they had room and didn’t fall.
Now, the body was of a cyberized, slightly overweight teenager laid back in his computer chair, his brain case shot all to Hell. The mess was horrendous, covering half the room in blood, micromachine fluid and thicker things. He hadn’t been found in days, the smell of decomp only adding to the putrid stench. And to make matters worse-the kid’s dive cable was still plugged into his computer.
There were food wrappers, soda cans and energy drink bottles littering the floor and desk around the corpse and terminal. And there were bottles of a dark yellow liquid under the desk. The kid’s fly was down, like they had just finished and there was a “fresh” bottle by their foot, closed.
Batou grimaced at the overflowing trash bin. “Where the hell is this kid’s parents? Shouldn’t they be here, living with him?”
“I wish. One of the other tenants said that this is the apartment of the building’s manager’s son. He got this place to himself because he and his younger sister weren’t allowed to share a room since he hit puberty.” Ishikawa snorted behind his mask, drawing a cable from the dummy barrier at his hip to plug it into the terminal. “The manager and his wife are currently out to dinner, and their little girl’s out on a date. Neither party returns until real late-oh, and the daughter’s a real piece of work.”
“One of those spoiled, self-entitled, loud mouth brats?” Batou earned a nod from the unkempt man. “Figures…seems to fit the shut-in freak here, if he’s the brother.”
“Izuna, Kiramu. Age, 18. Gender, male. Family, Mother, Father, Younger Sister.” Ishikawa relayed to his two teammates as Togusa opened one of the cases to remove a camera to take photographs. “Damn, it’s the manager’s creepy son, all right.”
“Creepy?” Togusa repeated curiously.
“Yeah, according to the neighbors, he just shuts himself away behind a computer. Rarely comes out and rarely talks to anyone. He goes to school, barely scrapes by and is known for his damn Anime fetish.” Ishikawa explained, looking over at the snap-shot-taking male. He looked back over at the computer. “…huh. He’s got a shit load of encrypted data on here. It’s a program of some sort but I can’t tell what it is. It’s password protected and I don’t have enough room to bust through delicately.”
“Maybe it’s a Net game.” Togusa offered up. “Y’know, like World of Warcraft. I know Masayuki’s into that kinda stuff. It’s how he keeps in touch with his friends from Suiten.”
“Oh, that’s right. He’s one of the survivors from the Research Institute Meltdown Incident.” Ishikawa earned a nod from Togusa in confirmation. “How’s the kid adjusting to the big city?”
“Well, he’s lived in Tokyo before his folks brought him to Suiten. It’s not all that different, living here in Niihama, he says. He did have to get used to the sounds of the city again, though.” Togusa admitted, earning a few chuckles from his co-workers. “He spends most of his time either at home or out with some classmates, helping out and watching the kids, or going to the arcades. He plays a lot of Net games, usually on his laptop so he can sit on his bed and lounge. I think it’s mostly to distract him from the fact he hasn’t heard from or seen any of his friends from the island. The punk acts like nothing bothers him, but I know he’s far more worried than he lets on.”
“Yeah, I bet he is.” Batou muttered softly. He knew what it felt like to be worried about someone you considered as close as his own blood, especially when his comrades were scattered all over.
“I’m going to need to bring this back to Section 9. I can’t work on it in here with no room and all this mess!” Ishikawa groused darkly. He looked at Togusa. “Get the police shells in here to clear all this garbage out of here! We’ll lose evidence in all this trash!”
“Uh, right!” Togusa nodded, leaving as quickly as possible without falling over.
“…though, I’m curious…” Ishikawa muttered, looking at the computer set up.
“What about?” Batou inquired of the bearded man.
Ishikawa gestured to the chair and the desk. “Like what exactly could require him to have this kind of setup.” Something moving at the edge of his vision got his attention. “Hmm? What’s this? It wasn’t here before.”
The man touched his gloved finger to a stain on the desk. He rubbed it between his fingers…and felt something hit his hand. Ishikawa looked at the dark spot on his glove and then looked up at the ceiling. His eyes went wide, causing Batou to look up-and prove to be just as horrified at what was now written on ceiling.
ALL WHOM MOCK SUCH FINALITY
FANTASIZE OF DEATH NO MORE.
“…oh, shit…”
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Yeah, bit of a cliffy. Let me know what you think plz.