A Phucking Weird World - GearShift PHIGHTING!

by WidowDT

Summary:

Sword was accidentally sent to another Inpherno by Darkheart and Illumina’s gears not being compatible during a phight.

Now he has to make his way through this strange world that he feels like he should know, but doesn’t at the same time.
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Welcome to Gearshift! This is my Phighting SWAP AU with Sword as the main focus! I am going to try and be consistent with this fic, but no promises ^^

Notes:

Consider commenting if you like the phic! It helps my motivation out a ton!

Chapter 1: What in the Phuck...?

Something terrible had happened. The last scheduled phight of the day was a sword round, nothing unusual. Uncle Darkheart and Uncle Illumina ended up teaming up for once in their immortal lives to wreak havoc on the battlefield of the last phight before the Comedy vs Tragedy Phestival.

 

The battlefield was an absolute mess. Both teams were being flung around, avoiding aerial light beams from Illumina while getting hit with random status effects by Darkheart. Sword was the only one on his team left alive, the annihilation round 19 to 4, with his team winning. Rocket, Banhammer, Slingshot, Subspace and Boombox were all on the other team, all b-lining it towards Sword’s location in the middle of the Banlands.

 

“Don’t let Sword get a hit on you! We can clutch up!” Boombox shouted, his Tempo Change ability getting set up to give the opposing team haste. Sword wasn’t looking the greatest to say the least, with the Vulnerable and Bound debuffs and only about 1/3rd of his hp left. If Banhammer hit his Phinisher he would die, but his team of Biograft, Scythe, Shuriken and Coil believed he would be able to get the final kill.

 

Slingshot was taking popshots at Sword, just barely not hitting him with some well timed moves. “Mrow! Someone get him! His Phinisher is ready!” Sword’s horns lit up in the powerful red glow he’s used to when he feels a surge of strength wash through him.

 

“Prepare yourself!” He shouted, jumping up into the air and aiming his sword to be thrown towards the group. Suddenly Darkheart’s blade flung them all in different directions, causing Sword’s gear to slip from his hands and fall onto the floor without his phinisher. He didn’t realize something had happened until Rocket screamed.

 

“SWORD! WATCH OUT!” Sword didn’t understand what was happening, but then suddenly he was consumed by a blinding light. Illumina’s beam hit him, mixing with the energy from the younger deity’s darkness. The pain was immediate and searing. It felt like his skin was being ripped off, his horns hurt like hell and it felt like his body was being thrown in a million different directions. The pain suddenly stopped and everything went black.

 

(Where Sword once stood was just his gear and his helmet. Rocket ran over freaking out while Biograft and Scythe finished the phight with a victory to their team. They waited for hours for Sword to revive, but he didn’t pop back out of the spawn.

 

Sword was truly dead, and it was all because of Darkheart and Illumina’s gears not being compatible at the end of the phight.

 

But Sword didn’t really die. He sure felt like it, but as his body was picked apart by the opposing energies, it scrambled his body, and sent him elsewhere, to a different Crossroads in a different Inpherno.)

 

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Sword shot up with a gasp and a cough. ‘By the SFOTH it hurts to breathe…’ his mind raced as he took in his new surroundings. He wasn’t in the banlands anymore, it seemed like a clinic of some kind. His head hurt, like his horns were being sawed off. His helmet was gone, and it didn’t seem to be anywhere around.

 

The room was small, an IV was attached to Sword’s arm, which was pumping some sort of liquid into him. The room was dark, but in the way Crossroads was. The neon lights of the entertainment district came through the blinds and voices echoed through the halls. He could barely hear the end of a conversation as the voices became clearer, and they both sounded familiar. 

 

“Do you think they’re going to be alright dad?”

 

“I believe so, Regen Coil said that he was stable and alive.”

 

“Good, good… I wonder what his gear is, it must be something cool to fall out of the sky like that!”

 

The voices sounded like Skateboard and Medkit, but Medkit wasn’t Skateboard’s dad. The door opened to reveal the two, but something was wrong. Medkit was missing an arm, and Skateboard didn’t have a helmet on… and was missing an arm and a leg. “Oh you’re awake!” Skateboard(?) ran over to Sword, helping him take out the IV and helping him up off the bed. “What’s your name dude? I’m Rocket!”

 

“Rocket..? No… No you aren’t Rocket.”

 

Skateboard looked puzzled, “Huh, what do you mean?” He held out his arms and summoned something that Sword wasn't expecting. He summoned Rocket’s gear. The gear of his best friend. “See, I am Rocket!”

 

Sword could barely understand what was happening. His eyes drifted over towards Medkit, who was missing his arm, was wearing all black and gray clothes, and he didn’t have his iconic crystal or eyepatch, he looked very similar to Zuka. Way too similar, the only difference being his horns were the same as before, just without the golden ring on one of the bump outs.

 

Medkit then spoke up, tilting his head 45 degrees, “You did never answer Rocket’s question, so what is your name?”

 

“Uhm… it’s Sword.”

 

“Sword,” Skateboard asked, “Like the SFOTH?” 

 

Sword’s mood immediately brightened. “Yes! My mentor is Venomshank!”

 

Skateboard blinked. He looked… confused. “Venomshank is your mentor?”

 

“Yes he is, why?”

 

Medkit spoke up, putting a hand on Sword’s shoulder, “Venomshank doesn’t have an apprentice, are you absolutely positive that he is your mentor.”

 

“What… but Medkit you would know-”

 

Medkit looked confused. Sword wasn’t sure as to why until he slowly said, “My name isn’t Medkit…”

Notes:

Headcanons for this fic!

- Medkit had swapped with Zuka, and Skateboard had swapped with Rocket! This means that Zuka-Medkit(Medka) is Rocket-Skateboard(Skaterock)’s dad!

 

- Illumina doesn’t go into the phights since he finds them below himself, but he was convinced to come by Valk and Dom for publicity sake.

Chapter 2: What happened..?

Summary:

Sword is adjusting... I wouldn't say well but definitely adjusting.

A side effect of his transportation to this world comes to light.

“What…?” Sword was confused. This person was definitely Medkit.. Right?

“My name isn’t Medkit, My name is B. Zuka…” Medkit Medka responded. “I am surprised to know of a demon who’s never heard of me.” 

Skateboard Skaterock unsummoned his rocket launcher and helped Sword sit down. “I… I don’t understand…” Two of Sword’s friends, not being who he remembers them as. The room was spinning, and his head hurt. 

“Rocket you try and calm him down, I’m going to get Doctor Regen Coil.” Medka turned towards the door and strutted out. Skaterock sat down by Sword and gave him a pat on the back. “Hey are you ok, Sword?”

“I… I don’t know…” Sword looked at Skaterock who just smiled at him. This was… extremely strange. Medka came back not too soon after with Regen Coil, a demon that Sword hadn’t seen before. “Ah, so you’re awake now, good. I am Doctor Regen, and I am going to make sure nothing else is wrong from your fall.”

Regen walked over and started to do normal checkup stuff. “Now tell me, what is your gear so I can look up your file.”

“Linked Sword.” Regen went over to a computer and started to supposedly look through some patient files. Sword started to fidget with his cape, it was cut, burned, and slightly dirty, most likely from Illumina and Darkheart, along with any wind that got kicked up during the last phight. “... wait did you say I fell?”

“Oh yes you did, right out of the sky by Crossroad’s tower. You were lucky Rocket there caught you and brought you here.” Regen gestured over towards Skaterock before frowning. “It seems you aren’t in our records, where are you from?”

Sword tilted his head slightly, “Well I spawned in Lost Temple but I have been in Crossroads most of my life.”

“Sword, how about you show us your gear,” Skaterock smiled, “I would love to see it! I’ve never seen a sword gear up close before!”

“Now Rocket, he still may be a bit weak from that fall, at least give him a few days.” 

“Awe fine… but he can come stay with us right?”

Medka thought for a moment before nodding, “Alright he can come stay with us, unless he has somewhere else he needs to be.”

“O-oh no I am fine with staying with you two… thanks…” 
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Sword had been around these two for a few days, sure he wasn’t used to calling them Rocket and Zuka, and he called them Medka and Skaterock whenever he was alone, but other than that it was glaringly obvious to him that this world was unlike his own while being so much like it at the same time. 

One of the most shocking things he has seen since he arrived here is that Flipside is still around. Now Flipside being around isn’t what caused him to nearly have a heart attack on Skaterock’s couch, no. It was that VENOMSHANK AND GHOSTWALKER had Valk and Dom’s gears, went by Zombie and Ghoul, and were Flipside.

Sword actually thinks that if Medka and Skaterock weren’t in the room he would have actually died. His father and emotionless uncle were reduced to demi-god pop idols. He was honestly losing his mind over how phucking weird this world was to him.

Currently the trio were sitting on the couch in Medka and Skaterock’s apartment, right above Da Shop, which Medka runs. They were so similar to Rocket and Zuka in their behaviors, living habits, and even personalities. “Hey Sword?” Skaterock glanced over at him with a smile.

“Huh? Oh uh yeah what is it?” 

“Can you show your gear off now?”

Sword blinked, almost forgetting for a moment that he had never shown his gear off to Skaterock and Medka since he was so used to being in phights with them before his incident. “Oh yeah right! Sure!”

Sword stood up from the couch, closed his eyes and held his hand out to summon his gear. He felt the same amount of energy as normal drain from his body but he felt nothing come into contact with his hands. He opened one eye, and he felt his heart stop.

He didn’t summon his gear, the very thing he was trying to summon, he didn’t. The very essence of his being didn’t come to his call. He stared at the empty space in front of him, trying to summon his gear again and again and again until he collapsed to his knees. “What… why can’t I…”

Skaterock got up and kneeled down to Sword. “Dude are you alright..?”

“No… No, why can’t I summon my gear!?” His head was spinning, and he had felt his body get weaker from using his energy to summon his gear, but it didn’t summon it. His Linked Sword was gone, and he had no idea how or why.

Notes:

- Vemonshank(VenomMicro or Zombie) and Ghostwalker(GhostPhone or Ghoul) are siblings, while their other siblings other than Firebrand aren't related to them due to Firebrand being swapped with Banhammer.

- Yeah Sword doesn't have his gear anymore, I thought this was a really funny idea, I am so sorry Sword you are going to struggle.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Widow's PHIGHTING Fanfics