Undecided Fate (KdM Map Game)

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Undecided Fate (Part 2 to Auditor’s Choice.)

(Please read part one first)

This is a story that is a sequel to the first one: Auditor's Choice. Considering the first part has been moved to non-canon to semi-canon for some of its concepts, this sequel is thus considered semi-canon. But it is not fully canon as parts conflict with the universe. Therefore, a couple things in here are true and false.

Story is written by MrTangle.

Undecided Fate
Once again, the cold doors open, the many overlapping layers opening one by one, black mist sprays from either side of me as I walk into the room, where I know I meet a terrible fate. This decontaminating foam is all a precaution in case they thought I was gonna bring poisons concealed on my skin, but then again this whole place is a “precaution” as to satisfy the First Combined Council, those thoughts ring throughout my mind as I enter.

I prostrate myself before the Eleven, they sit in the ancient stone seats of Tenjel, Durep, and those of the Founders and the Subordinates, I then lift myself, facing them and their horned heads, the ultimate proof of their approval by the Elder Founders, it is then when it starts.

“Calling into session the Trial and Interrogation of Auditor General Germanicus, said trial will be archived into the records.” The cold, collective voice rings from them, though their lips do not open, what they say is clearly heard in the Chamber, “Auditor General Germanicus, you have been accused of forgery, reality manipulation, and attempted murder of another Auditor, what to do you plead?”

My response is quick, but manipulated to not betray an inch of disrespect, not that it really matters, but it might knock a few years off my sentence. “Not guilty.” 

Questions then immediately start getting shot at me in rapid succession, and then everything starting becoming a blur in the face or their enormous power, “The evidence indicates you forged the papers Records here indicate that you severely injured Set Thisperson HasnoT ExiSted Yet butSomeh0wcameinToexistenceadhdlfdlafbkdbldvabldbvabwsefbfjjycdtdcuaweuflw.”

I was overwhelmed as I tried to parry these questions, pleading the cause of those below, yet those interrogations continued to pile on top of me, finally, the room was quiet, as the Eleven of the First Combined Council turned around the and deliberated their verdict, they turned around again almost instantly, '''“Auditor General Germanicus, you are hereby declared. . .”'''

And then, the room was consumed by some dark force that blinded us all, I knew that someone had come, but what? The obscuring force was then removed, and standing in the center, was a tall figure, similar to all Auditors, yet he was incredibly large, and his horns were so wide and long that they almost touched either end of the large chamber.

The eleven fell on their knees almost immediately, I did so as well. “I believe so otherwise.”

The voice was recognized immediately, as we all were in awe of him for in such a rare occurrence, the very Founder, Baetren 99th paused for a moment before continuing, “I should not remind you that We have not been fully satisfied with this generation, this man is not guilty, despite violating the ancient rules he is to be tested, and if he fails, you are clear to destroy both his power and his world of 837.”

The Council nodded their heads, before turning around again, this time further behind, crossing a veil of ancient energy, before exiting again, and facing me. “You will hereby be tasked with putting Reality 837 through a test of morality over a period of five days in person, if it fails, you will hereby be imprisoned for your crimes, and Reality 837 WILL be destroyed.” 

I accepted, grimly, knowing that this task has been practically rigged by all means, for there has never been a world that has passed, and that means that I will then be imprisoned, and probably sent over to one of the far-end outposts in the very edges of the Void to mine raw materials, or worse.

Obviously then I didn’t have such as good mood on me as I departed into 837, I had overseen the near death of 837, back in the days of 837-003, which was horribly understaffed, and I had seen my fair share of Reality Destructions, yet I thought to myself that I might as well find some shred of human hospitality somewhere.

I appread, floating and invisible over a large, booming metropolis. It seemed to be late at night, yet from this view visible from only the highest mountain, the activity seemed to be just as endless as a nest of Entelwick-42s being commanded by some incredibly demanding Queen.

I took a dive down into a street corner, where I took the appearance of a homeless man who had only a blanket on him, I lied on the pavement, cold from the brutal winter that had only passed recently from this northern city. I

t was about 10 minutes before anything happened, until then I had the naive opinion that perhaps the people were in bed or what, but then felt a sharp jab into my side, I gasped, '''“Wha? . . .” '''

Turning around, I saw a fat, bald man, one of his eyes was completely white, and a scar could be seen dragging it’s way across his left face, bisecting his wounded eye, “Yuh know teh roles around here end so duh ah, so yah bist git yah Rihdshert-ess outa here.” I struggled to get some response, and I stared dumbly at him, was this the extent to which humanity, despite years of progression, had moved?

To have moved not an inch forward but to had yet stayed here dumbfounded me. The man clearly got frustrated, because the next thing he did was put a pistol of my head.

“Okeh ah’m naht asken agin, so yah bist git outta here befouh mah gun tells yah to do so.” I didn’t, as I scurried of into the darkness, crossing an alley before finding an empty spot near a dumpster, and I fell asleep to the stench of 837’s futility and failures.

I woke up at sunrise the next day, there were only four days left, and it wasn’t looking good, but I still held hope, but as I looked at the clipboard they provided me, the scores weren’t looking good, yet only for the sake of 837 and myself I had to continue. I spent most of that day wandering around that city, and my hope would only continue to plummet, I found only hate, moral degeneracy, and nothing even good, every thought was dooming the people there further, yet in their churches and places of worship they openly proclaimed their morality, such hypocrisy was so widespread, and that night I feel asleep to my tears, and to the steady hum of an electric fence.

I woke up without opening my eyes, but it wasn’t the smell of the corrupted clouds of the industrial smog, nor the ozone of the fence, but that of. . . open hate. It wasn’t really a smell, but the feeling was clear, and it integrated into my human nose, and openly informed me what there was to expect.

Beatings. Torture. A place where saintly hope crumbles and where all feet sink underneath an overwhelming wave.

When my eyes opened, barely assisted by the half-dying light, dimly displaying the room, I found myself in a rotting cell, the paint openly fell off of the concrete walls, mold grew all over the bottom of a sink with a cracked mirror, and freedom was shut in my face by the cell door, it didn’t help that I realized that this was my last day, and I had been knocked out for the whole damn time.

Suddenly, the door opened, a man wearing a bulletproof vest with a ski mask led me forward with the coercion of his machine gun into a hallway, where I was then brought over to what seemed to an interrogation room, where I was seated into a steel chair, another man, also wearing a ski mask was on the other side. “Jenkins, you can leave, I need to do the job the nice way.” Jenkins, the other man who pushed me out obliged to his superior.

The other man sighed, “Look here, we’re understaffed and badly funded, I would’ve been overseas somewhere fighting Arzhamist extremists in spec ops right now, so like, you know, just tell us why you thought stepping on governmental land used by the Intelligence Bureau was a smart idea, and we’ll let you go.”

I felt something in him. . . something different. It was the sort of different that distinguished the people who went to the Throne from those who didn’t, and in my mind, I knew there was only 10 minutes left before the test was finished, but I decided I had to at least see if he was genuine.

“I-I got nothing left, might as well get shot outside of here and end it here.” His mind struck a chord with that, I had to admit he could cover it well on his body, but not enough to hide it from me.

''' “Well. . .” '''The composure was starting to strain, but he still held together. “If you want to,” He said, pulling his pistol out from his holster, “I could end it for you, and-d the blame would be on me.” I realized I was onto something, yet I couldn’t probe on onto this something, as I only had 4 minutes left, I could only use one more option.

I allowed my disguise to fall off, revealing the pure black skin and the all-red eyes typical of an Auditor, the power went off exactly as it happened, and only my eyes illuminated the dark. He got scared now, “W-what’s h-happening, am I hallucinating?”

“You aren’t,” I replied as I easily broke the bonds on my chair as I turned on the lights with my mind. “I hold your world in my hands, and so I had to perform a test, sent by my higher ups.”

My voice was starting to break, yet I couldn’t hold back now, and I hoped he wouldn’t call my bluff, '''“You can learn everything about a world from what they treat the lowest as, I took on the form on one of them, by far, your world has been the worst, there is not one good bone in anyone I have met. We have decided to destroy your world, as such.” '''

“No, no.” he replied, 3 minutes. “There’s parts of us that are selfless, please give us one more chance, I can seriously show you!” It was all or nothing now.

“Well then, I suppose there’s something we can do,” I materialized a pistol, “You have family?”

“No.”

“Do you have friends?”

“Sorta-” 

“No you don’t.” 

I handed the pistol to him '''“You could take this and blow this through your brain, and your world could survive. . .” I paused, then I took his hand. “You could join us.” '''

Images flashed through his head, of the infinite power, the authority of an Auditor, of a world where he was one of Us.

'''“No. We’re better than this.”''' He stuck the pistol up his neck and shot.

Nothing happened. The gun was empty. I stared at the clipboard. The test had passed. “Amazing.” I gasped, “Out of all the worlds I have administered, yours has just passed the test.” Something then crossed my mind, I might as well troll Set, and bring some cargo back, besides it just made sense, seeing the circumstance. I took him by the back, allowing my energy, the power to flow into him.

“Atlasius, Baetran, Luka, Ethan, and all other Elder Spirits, accept into your ranks this soldier, for he shall hold Reality in his hands, he shall serve for the preservation of this Reality and its people, for the Counter Force has found this nameless soldier worthy,” I chanted. The results were immediate, power and energy now emanated from him, his ski mask was now on the ground, and his head was not that of a man, for the Elder Spirits willed his head instead to be that of many snakes. “You are no longer with a name, for in guarding Reality, none shall remember you, yet your tasks shall be the sole lynchpin of Reality, as shall you be yourself, you are now only Something which is the Anchor of all Reality.”

He looked up at me now, he knew what had to be done, “Yes sir.” He kneeled.

“Well then,” I said, bringing out a portal, “Let us proceed, there is much to be done.”