Lonely times.

by Pineapplecatman

Summary:

so.. i was thinkin, wait. why is lonely in the credits? didnt he get deleted? and then my big ol brain came up with ideas and now i need to write them down before i forget them ahahhah.

better desc: Lonely wizard wasnt deleted and neither was a part of the old data so then lonely finds it in the files and then somehow becomes real because yes.

also lukes dead LOL

UNDERGOING REWRITE: JAN 2025 - ?
maybe hes dead..?

Notes:

Some POV switches.

Rewritten: jan 2025

Chapter 1: Well that isnt fun. | CHAPTER 1

Summary:

Luke finds himself alive in his home. and somethings here with him.

Pain.

Pain.

LOTS of pain.

That's all Luke could say he felt. what the hell just happened? All he remembered was getting shot, and then.. and then black. nothingness.

Where was he? all he could see around him was a black writhing mass of glitchiness. It was not easy on the eyes, he knew that for certain. But he wasn't really focused on the nausea at the moment. he was more focused on the extreme pain he felt in his right eye, or... lack thereof.

He brought his hand up to his face, firstly noticing how jittery his movements were, and felt the lack of the entire right side of his face. completely blown off. Jeez, that gun really did a number on him, didn't it? That woman... god, he was beginning to despise this damned game company. All he wanted was answers. Answers he never did get.

He finally took his attention off of his halved face, looking around. The walls seemed.. living. what was this? they pulsated and glitched out in a sickening way. He tried to take a step forward, but his legs were just.. stiff. the fact he was even standing was impressive. Even still, he managed to start dragging his legs along, looking more like a zombie than a functioning human, and began to walk forwards.

The area he was in broke off into a hallway of sorts. These... images littered the ground. images of people, censored or blacked out faces. or just.. images of incomprehensible items. it hurt to try to understand them, so he simply looked away.

The hallway started leaning downwards into stairs, which luke wished he could stay away from. But of course, he had to go forwards. What else was there? The room he woke up in? Nothing back there but agony.

He started descending, trying his best not to lose his footing. One fall in his state could be fatal. Well, he assumed that. Wasn't he already dead? Honestly, Luke didn't want to find out. If this was limbo, it was a very crappy one.

At the end of the staircase, there was a door. It was covered in cracks and missing texture. The words "SALVATION" were scratched into the "wood" (it mimicked wood, but... obviously wasn't.)

He attempted to push it open, using the rest of his strength to slowly creak the old thing ajar, slipping inside before it slammed shut again. Nearly took a few fingers with it.

Inside was a pedestal, atop of it sat a writhing mass of... light? it was white in color, and glowed slightly. particles drifted off of it. Its light felt, calming. made him feel like everything would be okay. would everything be okay? He didn't know. He stumbled towards it, trying his best not to rush forwards at it.

He slowly reached out to it, its tendril like pieces wrapped around his hand like ribbon. He grabbed the core of it, and then everything started fading.

His vision cut to static- and he felt some sort of dull ache inside of his.. everything. It slowly trickled to a roar as his hearing got cut out. He felt.. well. it was incomprehensible. an unimaginable feeling. somewhere between agony and the feeling you get when youre ripped apart.

And then it stopped.

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PROGRAM STARTUP INITIATED.

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"SHIT-"

Luke sat up, gasping for air as he held onto his chest.

Was he alive? was this Hell?

He looked downwards at the puddle of blood he was just lying in. It seemed old enough to have started seeping into the floor. How long was he dead for!?

What the hell was that place? a nightmare?! purgatory? did hell send him back? The answer seemed to be close, but he just couldn't reach it.

He stood slowly, trying to grasp what the hell happened. Something.. dripped. from his face. Too dark to be blood. He brought his hand up again, feeling some.. gelatinous substance replacing the part of his face that was missing. It fizzled under his touch. This caused his already rising panic to spike tremendously. He wanted to puke, but decided it probably wasn't a good idea.

He looked to His house. the door was broken open, and the place was ransacked. his computer was blown to pieces, and the floppy discs shards were nowhere to be seen.

A light draft drifted in that chilled him to the core. His house was destroyed, his face? FYUCKED. He didn't even want to comment on the computer. How did that even happen? Did that woman decide to plant a damn C4 on it? There was this substance leaking from it.

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infact. that was the same substance assumingly replacing half of his head right now. the hell? He went to inspect it, before something thudded in his house. His head snapped over to the hallway.

Something is in the kitchen.

He grabbed a shard of glass, planning on using it as a weapon on whatever the hell is in there. Some rabid bear? the woman? he didn't care. All he knew was go for the throat.

He stepped lightly, trying not to make a sound, but also trying not to step on any rubble lying around. He should really invest in a broom. Or an exorcist, depending on how this goes.

He rounded the corner to find.. something. Going through his fridge. his food was littered everywhere as this black figure threw things out it didn't like. He slowly crept up behind it, raising the shard up to strike, when it turned to face him.

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"...YOU-?!" He muttered out. this "Critter" was one of the npcs he had fought in game. Lonely wizard, was it? Its body slightly fizzled, and it looked like it wasn't meant to be in this dimension at all. The hell!? This is some meta shit.

"You.. YOU.. eh,./. Lukkee.?? Luke? WAS that your     name?" Lonely muttered out, Its hat drooping in fear. Very expressive...?

"You- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Luke fell backwards, the initial shock still in full force punching him in the face. "HOW DID YOU.. GET HERE?!"

Lonely backed up into the fridge, nearly just as scared as Luke was. "FEAR" Was all it said as it jolted back.

Luke ran out of the kitchen, and locked himself in his bedroom, hyperventilating. what the HELL. this game.. THIS.. GAME. WHAT IS THIS GAME? he destroyed it! how the hell is that thing in his kitchen?! how is it real!? His head reeled at the possibilities. Did the woman do something? No, rethinking on an earlier thought, this WAS hell. this is hell. That's the only possible explanati-

The doorknob wiggled a bit. "I-i didn't mean to scare you! I was just.. the cold is.. STimulating.." The wizard muttered. It didn't ease luke, but at least he knew its intentions weren't to finish him off. 

He slowly opened the door, and peeked out. The figure stood there, clutching onto a jar of pickles. His pickles.

"I have NO CLUE what the hell you are- but i fucking need answers. and sleep. so.. dont. dont go anywhere." He said, leaving the door cracked open and crawling miserably into bed.

He saw lonely walk back towards the kitchen. Its going to wreck shit. but... he can deal with that later. He slowly drifted off to........"peace."

Chapter 2: Headache.

Summary:

rewritten jan 2025

Notes:

Luke interrogates lonely.

lonely may be out of character because i don't want him to just be obsessed with stimulation 24/7

Luke woke up to a very loud screech coming from the living room. He slowly rose, trying his best not to just pass back out. He rose up, brushing the drowsiness off.

He walked into the living room to find everything MORE destroyed. Fun..

Lonely was in the middle of the room, squaring off with a raccoon that had probably waltzed right in.

"Lonely??- what the hell!" Luke yelped out, causing the raccoon to turn to him, and spook off. Running right outside where it came from.

"YOUSAVEDMEthank yOU!11!" Lonely yelped, clinging to lukes leg- (nearly knocking him over.)

"GAH!-" Luke yelped again. "GET OFF ME-?!"

he shook lonely off his leg, and sighed. "You're uh.. surprisingly sprunky for.. the situation." He stumbled back a bit, picking lonely up and placing him on the (wrecked) couch. He looked the small critter over, checking mostly for any damage done but also to inspect the little thing.

Its hat was made of a strange fabric that seemed to shift if you looked for too long. Its skin was staticky, and slightly shadowy? Its eyes.. well. Round. and cat-esque. Its hands kind of resembled claws, tapered to a point on the edges. Wasn't the most canon interpretation- but then again it was just a creature without a body at one point. 

There was also the fact it couldn't seem to sit still- Constantly rocking or fidgeting with something. Mainly with the cotton sticking out of the couch cushions.

"Ehm.. so. what the hell are you? how did you.. get. here?" Luke questioned, catching lonelys attention pretty easily.

"Im.. Me!! And i got here by.. err. i dunno.. was white. stimulating? Unsure. I thought Magnificus had finally come back to get me! but.. weelll.." The lil guy sighed, that energetic mood slowly fading a bit. Luke could tell it was in distress, but trying... not to be. A facade of sorts.

"Righhtt.. and what did this white thing look like?" He questioned further.

"white! bright. and uh.. scribblyy." It had to think for a second before answering, seemingly trying to remember the interaction. Was it really the same thing he had encountered? why were they the only two to find this? Was this the old datas handy work or something else? more malicious?

And then it hit him. If they're alive, and the old data is too..

He's gotta find it, and destroy the rest of it. It cant be left to exist. He's seen the horrors of it- And he has a feeling Gamefuna has a few tricks up their sleeve for it. Why else would they want it? He destroyed it, it could've been left there to rot. But SHE Took it, didnt she? there HAS to be something more, something hes missing, something THEY want.

Hes also going to get answers about what the hell went on in that hallway. Was it purgatory? A calling? Why did it choose him and lonely?

"Luke?" Lonely snapped him out of his little spiraling fit, and he looked over at it.

"Y-yes, bud?" He straightened his composure. Staring at it.

"I- err.. What happeneded to yer face?" It pointed. Right, he didn't even see what had happened yet. "eh.. err. accident. i wouldn't worry about it!" He muttered, trying to sway the conversation.

He sighed, and stood again, grabbing his phone off charge and trying to look at the news. Luckily, his phone was hidden from view, so the woman didn't get to destroy it.

Somethings off about the wifi.

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Somewhere. Something was growing angry.

It knew of these two, and did not like their chances against it.

In its weakened state, it wants nothing more than to recover, but defensive actions should be prioritized.

It must rid the world of them.

it must.

but how?

Using Its code as puppets?

The husks of npcs?

Whatever's left of the scribes themselves?

Yeah.

That sounds like a plan.

Itll use this whole damn building as a defense if it has to.

It wont go down easy, will it? no.

Never.

We pray for them.

Good luck.

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Luke sighed, sitting down his phone on the couch. Lonely had ran off into the kitchen again, probably to raid the freezer and make this even.

Luke couldn't get a good wifi signal ANYWHERE. it seemed like the whole house was one big dead spot. and he didn't plan to venture out yet. I mean, what if someone sees him? He might start up a zombie apocalypse rumor. Which would make it ten times harder to get into Gamefunas HQ.

He felt hopeless, honestly. His mind swam with questions he couldn't comprehend the answers to. It was at a point where he thought he was having some sort of crisis. And honestly? he was.

He started to clean up his house. it'd be nice to have a base of operations here... for research. He couldn't go back to youtube now. I mean.. cmon. Obviously.

He hated the way he saw his reflection in every piece of glass. his new face was.. just wrong.

Inky, glitchy blackness with a green sheen. Too smooth to even try to mimic real skin. It was a poor attempt at a recreation, really. It kind of looked like the mass shifted to try harder at recreating his face every few minutes, with.. mixed results.

He had also made his guest room into a little chaos room for lonely, he got real tired of the boxes and stuff littered everywhere. I mean, the creature was just trying to make a mess at this point! really. 

His phone suddenly pinged mid thought, he looked at it with confusion. A text? He doesnt remember even having any contacts in the firsy place.

He picked his phone up, and looked at the message.

 

"Prepare."

 

what does THAT mean!? He wracked his brain trying to comprehend it. It gave him immense anxiety. The persons number was a jumble of glitchy text- This had to be related to the whole fiasco that just took place.

And then, something knocked on the door.

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Chapter 3: Rewrite announcment

Heyy chat. miss me?

This isnt a chapter. Im just poking yall to tell you i completely rewrote this story.

 

i wrote this when i couldnt write for crap and it showed. now we have an actual storyline!!!!

and more than 400 words. go me!

 

anyways. idk when ill be releasing new chapters. i have a nasty habit of laying there. and doing nothing.

also chapters will vary with word counts, im not consistent i write as i please.

 

but yea! do enjoy this.

 

-mask