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Dimensional Breach | Newton’s Separation

Length: 4,400 Words TWs: Violence, Gore, Disturbing Imagery, Language Summary: Gravity fends off an Extradimensional, and Newton is separated from him leading to this RP.

Earth Time: 10:54PM GMT, 27-May-2XXX

“Just a castaway, an island lost at seaaa-oh!”

A blue dragon walked through corridors, echoing the sounds of the dragon’s pitter-patter on the floor, and of someone’s muffled voice in a nearby room singing to themselves. The dragon nudged the door open a bit and peeked into the room, then quickly pulled his head back into the hallway, as if he had been spotted and spooked. But no one spotted him. It was just... a reflex probably. The small dragon (or rather large if you considered slightly overgrown Komodo dragon size to be a large dragon) peered back into the room.

“Another lonely day, with no one here but meeee-oh!”

In the room was a human, dressed comfortably in a T-shirt and shorts, scribbling some strange symbols on five dry erase boards sprawled out against the walls. He appeared to have small headphones on and connected into his left pocket. Probably his phone. 

Some of the symbols on the boards looked familiar to the dragon, some he couldn’t recognize at all, but overall it didn’t make much sense. There was some usual lettering, some Greek letters, some arrows and all sorts of that weird math the human and a green wyvern babbled on about with each other before. And then there were symbols he definitely didn’t recognize from anywhere except when the human wrote it out before. Some strange swiggly lines, pointy looking. Who knows. 

“Mooore loneliness, than any man could beeeaaaar!”

It didn’t seem like the human could hear anything other than the music he was listening to, and he didn’t turn around to see the blue dragon either, and yet the human raised his left hand and motioned a ‘come in’ to the dragon without removing his gaze from the boards. The human explained to the dragon how he was aware of his surroundings like this before, but the dragon didn’t understand the reasoning behind it. Something about the human feeling gravitational fields without using his ears and eyes to see, even so far as to say he really did have ‘eyes on the back of his head.’ But the dragon could see no eyes on the back of the human’s head. That would be really weird. Definitely weirder than how humanoids looked in general anyway.

“Rescue me before I fall into despaaaaiir.”

The dragon nudged the door open all the way and showed himself in. The first thing he did was rush over by the human’s left side and demanded pets by pulling on the human’s shirt with his teeth. And so the human rubbed the dragon’s head and neck while still writing on the board with his other hand.

“I’ll send an SOS to the world! I’ll send an SOS to the world! I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my... message in a bottle, yeah.”

The dragon purred from the pets and rubs.

“Message in a bottle, yeah...”

Then, the blue dragon hopped onto a bed nearby and considered it his temporary spot, like a cat finding a random place to sleep. He felt comfortable here, listening to the human’s singing and the scribbling of marker on a board. Sure, the human’s singing wasn’t professional singer quality, but it wasn’t a screechy mess either. And the dragon felt safe here, too. He swished and thumped his tail back and forth on the bed along the human’s singing.

“A year has passed since I wrote my note... I should have known this right from the staaaart.”

The dragon yawned and continued listening to the human singing the current song, then the next... then... he must have dozed off because suddenly there was no more singing, no more scribbling on the board, and most of the lights were off. The dragon panicked for a split second, lifting his head up to see if the human was still there. And sure enough, he was. Phew. The human was on his laptop a few feet away. Looked like he was reading something.

The blue dragon stretched, hopped off the bed and joined the human’s side, shoving his snout in front of the computer screen.

“...”

The human remained silent, focusing on whatever he was reading, but slowly placing his hand on the top of the dragon’s neck and rubbing the textured scales that lined it. The dragon purred and lied his head beside the keyboard. He enjoyed being petted, and the human found dragon scale texturing calming, a way to relieve stress.

“How long did I sleep?” the dragon asked, staring at the computer’s clock and forgetting what time it was when he came in.

“About two hours,” the human responded.

The dragon pulled his head away and looked at the boards. There was different symbols written on them. “D-Did you figure the thing out?” he asked, shoving his snout under the human’s arm, pushing the side of his snout against the human’s chest and giving him a great bit smile.

“Nope,” the human answered, closing his laptop and the only source of light in there. Immediately though, the human waved his hand up in the air and the lights above turned back on. “I still can’t understand why kinetic energy doesn’t interact very well with neutral matter, or how it can be moved in the first place. It’s like its own set of rules contradict each other, and I’m trying to see if it has anything to do with temporal vecto--” He stopped rambling and looked at the dragon, who’s facial expression admitted he had no idea what the human was blabbering on about. 

The human gave a small nudge with his face on the dragon’s snout, similar to that of a kiss. “It’s fine. Curie and I will figure this out eventually.”

The human stood up and got down to the dragon’s level, placing his hands under the dragon’s front legs, around his middle, and effortlessly picking him up. The dragon had to weigh at least three, maybe four hundred pounds at his current size. The dragon kept his front legs wrapped around the human’s neck and lifting his head up high. “Come on, Newton. I brought more supplies yesterday, and I wanted you to try something.”

The human carried Newton down the hallway into another part of the station. He placed the dragon down carefully onto a chair in a kitchen area. Newton sat patiently, swishing his tail from side to side and waiting for the human to return from the nearby counter. He came back with a bowl of fruit, including fresh cut mango, cantaloupe, kiwi, and another bowl of some very strange food Newton hadn’t seen before.

“Here’s your usual favorites, just in case. And this right here,” the human started, holding up a very hairy red fruit, “is called rambutan. If I remember correctly, this sort of tastes like grapes... maybe. Don’t quote me on that,” he explained, ripping the hairy red shell off and exposing its shiny white interior. “Here,” he said, handing the fruit over to Newton. “Just peel and eat the white part. There’s a large inedible seed in the center, so avoid that.” The human wasn’t sure how a dragon like Newton would react to eating the seed, but he wasn’t going to risk anything. Higher leveled dragons seemed to be able eat practically anything, both edible and inedible, but Newton wasn’t at that level yet. Then again, lower leveled dragons appeared to be fine with highly inedible objects, but... He had a feeling Newton wouldn’t like the flavor of the seed anyway.

The dragon took the fruit in his front paws and carefully munched on it, taking the human’s advice to consideration. He practically removed all of the edible parts off the seed in a few seconds. “This is good!! B-But I like mango better. I think. Second best, behind mango,” the dragon said.

The human slid the bowl of rambutan over closer to Newton. “Just dig your claw a bit into the flesh, and peel that bit off,” he told Newton.

--

After some time, the dragon was almost done picking at the last bits of fruit in each bowl. The human didn’t bother leaving the room. He knew if he just left, it would make Newton nervous, and probably get the dragon to start following him. Possibly some kind of abandonment issues, the human thought, but Newton wouldn’t talk about what happened before they met. At least not now. Someday...

...

The human sat up straight, slowing his breathing, and stared off into the distance, focusing on something elsewhere...

“Grav?” the dragon asked, noticing something about Gravity’s composure was different. “Wh-What’s wrong?”

“Stay here,” the human told Newton, and immediately rushing out back into the hallway. Newton jumped out of the chair and started pacing back and forth. He didn’t like this, no no no. Something was wrong, and he wanted to stay close to someone he trusted. He hated being alone like this, and he had this awful feeling in the back of his mind gnawing on him. This wasn’t right...

Newton pitter-pattered his way out the way Gravity went and tried following his faint scent. At some point he lost the scent, and was running aimlessly around the station.

And then it hit him.

The cold... so cold. Newton started shivering. He could see his breath in front of him with every exhale. And that feeling from earlier; it was so much worse. His very scales felt prickly with fear. Newton felt something like this before, and it was a horrible experience, even if indirectly. The blue dragon heard yells from Gravity and other dragons from very far away, echoing through the halls. That’s the voice Newton was looking for!! He tried to pick a direction towards where he thought the voice came from, but the overhead lights shut off suddenly, leaving only the emergency backup lights to dimly light the room, and he stopped. 

Paralyzed...

The dragon keeled over onto the ground. He tried to move, he tried to scream, he tried to even cry, and nothing... There was a loud deafening buzzing in his ears, but it seemed to come from his own head? That kind of deafening. Newton knew something was seriously wrong, something was wrong, wrong, wrong! The dragon tried to roll over, but nO! NO! Something within him told him DON’T turn around, DON’T look. He wanted to cry...

This horrible experience seemed to never end, but suddenly he felt a sharp stinging pain in his stomach, and he was forcibly raised high onto the wall. Newton tried screaming now, but still, nothing. He was so focused on his own pain, he couldn’t pay complete attention to the thing in front of his face.

It was a... humanoid. Hard to see any definite details. It had a cloak covering most of its body. Skeletal limbs had a firm grip on a large scythe, the pointed end embedded deep in Newton’s stomach, and seemed to be attempting to pull the scythe out of Newton with some difficulty. All Newton could remember in precise detail were the three blue glowing eyes, and such a horrendous grin that smiled from ear to ear.

Newton felt like his insides were being ripped apart and pulled out of him, his consciousness fading, but the pain getting exponentially worse. He wanted this to end. He was immensely afraid of death normally, but during this one instance...

That was, until something knocked the humanoid off Newton, and he dropped to the floor. The dragon tried standing back up, but he felt so weak to completely concentrate on what was going on. He managed to get back up on his four legs, and without realizing it, his mouth began to glow. He wanted to scream, but no words came out. It wasn’t out of paralysis this time. No, this was something Newton experienced only a couple of times before, and he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. The blue dragon just realized how upset he was, and his first instinct was to react in this way.

“NEWTON!”

The dragon released his breath towards the intruder, causing a bright explosion to demolish the room and surrounding ones within a large radius. Thankfully, it wasn’t close enough to puncture any sides of the station. The blast injured Gravity, even knocking Newton backwards into another room near the escape pods. Gravity attempted to form a barrier around the explosion beforehand, but he didn’t react fast enough. Just enough to keep Newton alive, albeit severely injured.

The intruding humanoid remained floating in the air, completely unfazed by the blast. If anything, the large scythe it held vaporized in its hands. It seemed to grin, and turned its gaze directly towards Newton in the other room.

“No...” the human managed to say under his breath. The creature quickly floated towards Newton. Gravity focused in on the creature, but couldn’t hold it still. He was still recovering and regenerating the burns from the blast, and he couldn’t do this all at once. He was running out of ideas. If Newton stayed here any longer, the creature could take his life. He couldn’t hide Newton anywhere either, or fend off the creature before it got to Newton. The damned thing took a direct annihilation blast! Instead, Gravity raised his fist. He opened his palm, causing one of the escape pods near Newton to open. He hated doing this. He hated leaving Newton by himself, but he couldn’t think of any other option. At least the escape pod had a hibernation setting on it, and maybe Newton could recover, or at least hang on while Gravity dealt with this situation first.

Before the creature could get to Newton, Gravity flicked his hand, pushing Newton into the escape pod, sealing it, and sending it off, far away from the creature.

“Be safe, Newton...”

The creature gave off a piercing shriek. Gravity finished regenerating over his burns, gaining composure now that all his dragons for sure were far away from this being, he thought. When Newton went looking for him, Gravity told Tesla to gather the other dragons as fast as they could, and get them to another part of the station. They should be able to fend for themselves should this being decide to breach their current location, especially with Gravity’s prized creation, Apex, defending the other dragons.

The creature turned its piercing three-eyed gaze towards Gravity as he walked closer. Something about this creature was familiar... The otherworldly being pulled a bone-like spike from its back, tearing it off without a sign of pain on its face, not even a twitch. Another spike grew in its place almost instantly. The being held the spike outward, and it grew longer, and longer, then curved at the end until it became a sharp piece of metal attached to the bone. It was a replacement scythe, perhaps what the previous scythe came from.

Before the being could charge at Gravity with its newly forged weapon, the human raised his hand, pointing at the being, and lowering his arm down. The being felt a huge shift in acceleration on its body, and slammed down onto the ground. Appeared it can be affected by gravitation, no matter how phantom-like it appeared. “Stay down, you piece of shit...” he told the creature. Gravity threw his arms outward, where two black swords extended from his arms. “I don’t know what you are, but you’re going to regret hurting my dragons,” he growled.

The creature struggled, fighting hard against Gravity’s powers. He pointed a sword at its head. “Why did you come here? Answer me if you want a hint of mercy.”

The creature did not respond. Instead, it looked up at Gravity and opened its glowing mouth wide. No sound came out, but Gravity could hear a deafening buzzing in his head. He immediately fell to the ground next to it, and the creature was released of his gravitational grasp. The creature swung its scythe into Gravity’s chest and pinned him to the wall, just as it did with Newton. 

Gravity remembered this feeling, actually... When he was little... At night. It would come. He knew something was there. The Boogeyman, they called it, or sleep paralysis he heard once he got older. They always said the monster hid in the closet or under the bed, but no. He’d be paralyzed like this, and wouldn’t have the courage to see what was there behind him. That is, until one day his imaginary friend, his prized future creation, came and slayed the monster. How could he forget that...

Gravity attempted to move, but right. The paralysis. He felt his insides being ripped apart, and he couldn’t bring himself to think this is what Newton experienced just minutes prior. It angered him once he came to that realization. It pissed him off. Gravity managed to break free of the paralysis and shoved one of his swords into the monster’s chest. He then knocked the scythe out of the Boogeyman’s hands, raised his leg up against himself, then kicked into the creature’s head as hard as he could. The creature was sent flying backwards with the sword still embedded in its chest, falling flat on the ground with an audible clunk as the sword’s tip embedded itself into the metal floor, trapping the creature in between..

The Boogeyman tried to move, but was held in place by the sword. The sword itself was highly compressed matter, a black hole in the shape of a weapon. Spacetime curved painfully around this point, ripping any matter it came in contact with, thankfully including such a being as the Boogeyman. It didn’t hesitate though, and started to rip itself out of the sword’s place, causing a tear in its side as it slid sideways out of the weapon’s grasp. The creature raised itself back into the air, some noticeable blue glowing organs exposed and hanging out of its side with matching blood oozing out. Despite appearing organic, it certainly wasn’t...

Gravity was a little surprised at how insensitive such a creature was to itself. Not even a hesitated moment, just an immediate reflex. The creature raised its arms, showing it actually had at least two other skeletal pairs of limbs hidden under its cloak. Various other spines on its back tore off and were forged into new scythes, this time all of these floating around the Boogeyman’s form. The weapons started spinning at high speeds, then were flung towards Gravity’s direction. The weapons barely missed Gravity as he dodged. He figured now would be the time to start manipulating the local time, at least have a speed advantage over this being.

Gravity concentrated. The entire room’s minimal light source died down to a complete black as the emitted photons slowed to a pause; the minimal heat available died nearly to zero. He couldn’t see with his eyes, but he still maintained a lock onto the creature through his gravitational sensing. It was definitely massive, and it wasn’t until now that he noticed... The scythes were physically in the 3D plane. The rest of the visible humanoid just barely hovered over the surface, just enough for any available light to interact with, but not enough to be affected by anything physically, very much like a ghost. No wonder Newton’s positron breath did absolutely nothing to it.

“Fucking coward...” he muttered under his breath. He pulled the sword embedded in the ground towards his palm in a telekinetic fashion. He didn’t wait another moment, and charged at the creature, preparing to strike at its physical body...

That is... until the Boogeyman moved. Its three eyes glowed a bright ominous blue, then immediately disappeared from its previous position.

“WHAT?!”

The creature appeared behind him he sensed, but managed to strike him with a scythe in the back. He was paralyzed again. How the hell did this creature move? Gravity’s abilities were still in effect. Time was slowed to a PAUSE, so how did this creature break free from the fucking laws of time? Did it too have time manipulation abilities?

Gravity tried focusing on the creature again. If it could be flung around with gravitational manipulation, then it could be crushed. Gravity managed to break free out of the paralysis through intense focusing again, causing the creature to writhe in pain from the sudden crushing effects. Its blue eyes stopped glowing and lost contact with Gravity, and the time flowed back to normal. It fell to the ground lashing out, causing loads of glowing blue blood to scatter around the room, even on Gravity’s face and clothes when he turned around. “What the hell did you come here for? Tell me,” he ordered.

The creature continued lashing out, ignoring Gravity’s question.

Gravity hadn’t realized, but he could feel rumbling at his feet. His other dragons-- Was this creature attacking various parts of the ship while keeping him preoccupied? He hoped Apex was handling the beast from that end if that was the case...

“Tell me, or I swear I will crush you.”

No response. Instead, the creature gazed back with glowing blue eyes like before. Gravity noticed the vision around the creature was skewed and blurred, like the Boogeyman was the only thing in existence to focus on. It was doing it again, wasn’t it...?

Gravity responded by increasing the acceleration on its head, forcing its skull-like head to start cracking open, where a blue glow emanated from the cracked wound. Whatever this thing was, it certainly was proving to be a HUGE pain in the ass. It infiltrated his station, tried killing one of his dragons, tried killing him, and not even so much as a fucking explanation?

“Tell me, why did you try killing my dragon?! ANSWER ME!”

The human was so angry, he didn’t realize he applied way too much pressure on the creature’s skull. It cracked open.

The creature’s cloak vaporized, exposing its body against the faint emergency backup lights. Despite its head being cracked open, it raised itself up high, exposing even then only a tiny portion of its true body. Many more heads entered into the 3D plane beside the cracked one, surrounding it, hissing and shrieking and deformed. Multiple skeletal limbs appeared around the sides, unattached to the main body, each holding a separate scythe. On top of this, many tentacles lined with blue, unnerving eyes slithered from various parts of its grotesque body and from thin air around it.

Gravity raised a sword and pointed it towards the newly formed being. “Now do you want to answer why you’re here?” he snarled.

The Boogeyman didn’t respond again, and swung its scythes at Gravity. Gravity just barely dodged the attacks. It was time for drastic measures. The human raised arms into the air, where his swords vanished, and yelled, causing portals to form around the creature. Large swords similar to the ones Gravity wielded stabbed into the Boogeyman’s center from all angles, causing the creature to shriek and drop its scythes. The human formed a black hole between his hands, then expanded it slowly. He ran over towards the Boogeyman’s faces and smashed the deadly ball into it directly. The black hole continued to expand, twisting and bending the spacetime field around the Boogeyman.

And yet... the Boogeyman wasn’t giving up. “You motherfucker...” Gravity almost chuckled, nearly out of breath. The creature attempted to rip itself out of its prison, tearing its form apart until pieces of it were free from the black holes that swallowed up the rest of its body. “How the hell are you still alive...” the human muttered. And before his eyes, the Boogeyman attempted piecing various parts of itself together, attempting to forge a new humanoid form out of what was available. 

The human flicked his wrist at the creature, causing it to be pinned against the wall while it continued fusing itself together. He snapped his fingers, causing the large sword portals and the massive black hole at their center to vanish, and forced his swords to form back in his hands. He jolted straight at the Boogeyman’s writhing body and stabbed at it many times. “Die die dIE DIE DIE!” he yelled with each stab, letting his emotions get to him over how much pain and damage this thing caused, how much more it could have caused had he not stepped in, and the fact it didn’t bother answering why it came. It just reacted. He was so sure it enjoyed causing pain earlier, but he couldn’t tell. He didn’t care. He just wanted the fucking thing to die.

The Boogeyman eventually lost the ability to regenerate itself. It gave off one last and louder shriek, a disturbing one at that... This shriek almost sounded like a child screaming in pain, until the shriek was drowned out. It foamed at the mouth and throughout its wounds, choking on its screams and the bubbling fluid. Gravity took a few steps back, a little disturbed about what was happening in front of him. The creature’s body eventually fell to the floor and violently twitched a few times before becoming lifeless. The blue glow throughout its body dimmed. The foam receded back into its body, and the body cracked into a pile of dust.

Gravity fell to his knees, finally considering just how much energy he put into this battle, and how much he let his emotions get to him. He normally kept calm, but something was unusually different about these kinds of fights. He felt scared. He felt like he was powerless against these kinds of things, like he wasn’t in control, despite obviously killing the damned thing.

The very air was still freezing, but eventually it would gradually rise back to room temperature. He stayed down for a couple of minutes to gain his breath. Gravity almost wanted to cry to himself, but then slowly stood back up and pushed through the feeling. There were other things to do, and he couldn’t show weakness at times like these, not even to himself. He’d have to check on his other dragons, assess the damages, and get Newton back.

He rushed over to the escape pod area, fiddled with the mechanisms and attempted to track Newton’s pod’s location.

Location cannot be determined... Rescanning...

Shit...