#Consciousness Transfer

[cutelittleexo]

Chapter 1 is out!

Heyo, Chapter one of my FnafDCA fanfic is finally out after nearly a month! Please give it a read if you can!

Summary: "It's been a long time since Y/N has had a job, thankfully they came across an opportunity to work at Superstar Daycare. Slowly but surely, mysteries about the origins of their job begin to emerge, was the daycare apart of something bigger? An unexpected relationship blooms between Y/N and the Daycare Attendant, and they'll eventually discover something very unique and special about themselves..."

[jtstoryweaver]

(Trigger and content warnings: consciousness transfer, body horror, medical experiments, cruel teacher, unethical corporation, Black Mirror style technology.)

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His teacher gestured at the board, movements wide and flourishing, and the boy (boy? He was a full grown adult five minutes ago) squinted at the whiteboard. It had been a long, long time since middle school algebra, but he'd always been good at math.

"X equals seven," he answered dutifully.

The teacher narrowed her eyes at him. "X equals seven, Miss Bramley," she said the emphasis on her name soaked in contempt. "I'm giving you detention for rudeness, Liam."

When she turned back to the whiteboard, wiping out the previous equation with short, vicious strokes of the board eraser, a hand reached out to pat him on the arm. Startled, he glanced to one side, where a girl gave him a sympathetic smile and then flicked her eyes back to the front.

Taking her hint, he did the same. Just barely in time, as it happened; Miss Bramley whipped back around and immediately handed out two more detentions for failure to pay attention.

Well, at least it wasn't just him?

Or rather, it wasn't just Liam.

Aside from the immediate issues, he had a major problem. His name wasn't Liam; he'd never been to this school, never had a Miss Bramley teach him, never seen any of Liam's classmates before.

He scribbled down notes in Liam's math book (even his handwriting was different from the previous owner of this body), and somehow got to the end of the lesson.

Even when the bell rang, everyone stayed in their seats. Miss Bramley glared at them all, then slammed down five detention slips (five? Had she handed out more before Eric had woken up?) onto various desks. One of them was for the girl who sat next to him.

"You may go," she barked eventually at the silent students.

The students filed past her, heading for lockers or lessons, and Eric followed them. As he passed her desk, her hand shot out, and Eric jumped as she gripped his upper arm in her narrow fingers. Focused on his intention to check Liam's lesson plan, he hadn't noticed the grab.

"I don't want to hear any more about your fantasies, Liam," she said, emanating the same kind of calm that his boss showed before he fired someone. "You will pay attention in my lessons, or you will fail math this semester. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Miss Bramley," Eric said, not needing to fake the nerves that seized Liam's adolescent body.

"Hmm." She looked him over, then pulled him towards her with a jerk. Eric, who hadn't expected it, barely stopped himself before he hit her desk. Her other hand came up and wrapped around the back of his head, and cold fingers probed at the base of his skull. Eric jerked, but Miss Bramley still had his arm in her grasp, and Liam didn't have an adult's strength. "Ah. Yes. Good." She released him, and smiled. It didn't reach her eyes. "I'll see you for detention later, Liam."

"Yes, Miss Bramley," Eric repeated. Before she could change her mind, he escaped her classroom, the door swinging shut behind him.

The other four who'd received detention slips turned from their little huddle in the corridor, and the girl who'd comforted him beckoned urgently. Having no better ideas, he joined them, the corridors still busy enough that the other students camouflaged their movements.

"Did she find it?" the girl asked urgently.

"Find what?" Eric asked, entirely lost.

The tallest boy spat a curse. "Another newbie. Dammit, I told Gideon not to start staff trials yet!"

"Gideon? Wait, Gideon Haversmith?" Eric asked. Gideon was Eric's line manager at Helle-Ryn Technology, one step below the boss who took so much pleasure in firing people.

"That's him," the girl said in disgust. "We haven't even got the request for volunteers out yet, and Giddyup goes and – never mind."

The other girl, shorter and darker, shook her head. "We can explain later. We – look, who are you?"

"Eric Danvers," Eric said, his brain beginning to put together the puzzle clues. "I'm one of Gideon's coders."

The last boy, who hadn't spoken yet, spat out a curse nasty enough that the passing children glanced at him in shock or admiration. "Right. 'Miss Bramley' actually works for our rival Mortland Inc., she's been trying to figure out which children have the CT implants. This is the first time she's got all five of us. If we go to detention, these kids aren't going home tonight. Or ever."

Eric swayed on his feet, and the tall boy rested a supportive hand on his back. Eric chose to focus on the lesser horror, not wanting to think about that. "I didn't know the cerebral transfer implants were working yet."

He also hadn't known that his adult body had one.

"You didn't need to know yet," the second girl said practically. "Come on. Everyone's at lunch, we can get away. I've already triggered Dawn's emergency signal, her dad will be here soon."

The four hustled Eric out of the doors, past the gate, and towards a big black car that bore the discreet logo of Helle-Ryn Technology's more publically facing branch.

Admit it, Eric, it's the branch that doesn't carry out morally questionable experiments under a shell of corporate secrecy.

The five tumbled into the broad back seats, three and two on the bench seats behind the driver.

Eric only had time to notice that the driver was behind a sealed panel before his eyes slid shut.

~

Eric groaned, blinking up at the light above him.

"Ah, Mr. Danvers. Welcome back to your original body," said a warm voice. He twisted his head to look up at the woman beside him, who wore a lab coat and carried a computer tablet. Her attention was all on the screen. "We apologize for the inconvenience. You should be well enough to return to work in a moment, after you've had some coffee and cookies."

Finding his limbs unrestrained by straps or IVs, Eric swung himself up to sit on the edge of the medical bed. "I did not consent to have technology implanted in my head without my knowledge," he gritted out.

She blinked at him. "Of course you did. It's all in your contract. Now, please don't cause a scene, or you'll upset your roommate."

"Roommate?" Eric echoed.

"Yes!" She smiled, and waved to someone behind him. "Eric, this is Liam. Liam, say hi to the man whose body you borrowed!"

"Hi," said a voice which had only just begun to crack. It sounded different from when he'd been inside that head.

As Eric turned around, the scientist leaned in and whispered in his ear. "And Mr. Danvers? I'm sure I don't need to mention the importance of . . . discretion, when you're among your colleagues."

 Eric swallowed, throat dry.

After a short dizziness you pick up your head to find yourself in seventh grade. The teacher looks at you and asks derisively, “Are you having one of your ‘I’m somebody else’ incidents again?” Behind you, someone begs you not to answer. The teacher continues, “then answer the question already!”

[libraryofbaxobab]

September 11, 2024:

Yoooo this was so much fun! It's goofy, it's sarcastic, it's little & self-contained in a way that sci-fi of this variety often isn't. Sure there's the grandness of space exploration and the excitement & danger of a space colony, but the focus is mostly on the mundane.

I'm such a sucker for characters who die a lot, and Mickey is a great burnout dirtbag slacker everyman character who, of course, dies a lot. But when for once he doesn't die, he meets his next iteration, (who just sucks so much lol) and a sitcom plot ensues. It's the opposite of the old "has to be in two places at once" trope where instead two adversarial guys have to pretend to be the same guy. Chef kiss.

UPDATE: I saw the trailer for the movie less than a week after finishing this, and I'm hype as fuck about it. The movie is called Mickey 17 because presumably there's a hilarious montage of extra deaths and that's more than ok by me. This is a story begging to be made bigger, sillier, more exaggerated, and the trailer nails the tone perfectly. Also it stars Robert Pattinson which is perfect casting (assuming you couldn't get Daniel Radcliffe).

7.5/10 #WhatsKenyaReading

[berezet]

I spent days on this thing

[merango]

[fascinationstreetmp3]

every time i think about how armand as rashid is a kind of visual echo of how he looked as amadeo i want to explode

like... his big brown eyes... all his little expressions... his hair...

[winepresswrath]

more sci-fi/fantasy dynastic empires should feature the emperor or empress just cutting out the middle-parent and cloning themselves. I want scenarios where they make like five clones and then force their potential heirs to fight it out and see who the best (evilest? most willing to sit back and watch their siblings murder each other?) mini-me is. I want "I'm nothing like you" yelled at your clone-parent over treasonous regicidal family dinner with like, 12 identical imperial portraits hanging overhead. I want the death of the self in pursuit of immortality. I just think this could really take dynastic familial dysfunction to the next level.

[chamoemileclown]

qcellbit loves his inlaws

[sexhaver]

gotta say, an angle i absolutely did not anticipate people approaching the robotfucking post from was "actually i am literally a robot and i want to cut off fingers"

[roninreverie]

Sky mentoring Orianna as she makes her ball/tocker.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Caranthir at the annual Feanorian strategy meeting: You know, we could just chuck it all and turn to piracy. It would be a LOT easier.

[teecupangel]

I had a thought earlier: What if Ezio was Desmond's Sage?

Basically, the usual setup with Desmond using the eye to contact Ezio in the library and offering to send him back in time to save his family, but due to the damage he's sustained from the Eye, he can't come with. Once this moment in the Grey is over, he would die. Ezio begs him to come with him, through any means possible. He refuses to leave behind the divine being he is the chosen Prophet for. The being who is going against Fate itself to give him his family back. Desmond just can't say no to Ezio and tries to see if there's anyway he could come with Ezio. He doesn't want to die if he can avoid it. It's then, through the connection with the Eye and the Apple, that he learns about Sages. With a few modifications for Ezio's safety, that could work. Instead of consuming Ezio's mind to take over, he would just live alongside him. When he tells Ezio of it, Ezio accepts.

.

.

When Ezio wakes up, it is to his childhood bedroom. Everything is how it was when he was 17. Is 17. It worked! His family is alive and well! Did the Sage thing work?

"Desmond, are you here?"

'Yes Ezio, i am.'

.

Just a thought i had. I imagine that Ezio could let Desmond have control of his body, but Desmond is pretty chill with just watching though Ezio's eyes.

Ezio would have mind conversations with Desmond, which worries his family a lot when they catch him just staring emptily though the air. That and his complete switch in behaviour.

There's probably so many routes to go here, but i'm too sleep deprived to think atm. XD

It doesn’t take long before Desmond realized that all the modifications he made for his consciousness to become part of Ezio had turned him to be the least invasive Bleed to ever be conceived.

Did this count as possession?

Was Ezio even a Sage or was Desmond simply a sentient Bleed?

Wait.

Did that mean that the Bleeding Effect mimicked the experiences a Sage goes through when they start ‘getting’ the Isu’s memories.

Didn’t that mean that there was a possibility that the Animus was based on the research the Isus made to create the-

“Desmond, as interesting as your thoughts are about this subject, I’d prefer it if you were to. Focus!” Ezio was unable to stop himself from raising his voice as he punched one of Vieri’s hired muscles as Desmond liked to call them. The man staggered as he took a few steps back and Ezio swiped his feet before stomping on his groin.

There was a few scandalous looks thrown his way at that attack and Ezio just shrugged.

It wasn’t his fault that Desmond’s skills in unarmed combat bled through to him during these situations and Desmond fought shamelessly dirty.

‘In my defense…’ Desmond quipped from his mind, ‘I was taught that honor and shame have no place when you’re getting ganged up by Templars.’

Ezio grunted as he dodged a punch aimed for his chest, quickly grabbing the wrist and pulling him forward to unbalance him before delivering a high knee strike, making the man gasp as Ezio kneed him on the throat.

Okay, that one was from one of Desmond’s Bleed, not Desmond himself.

But then again…

Desmond was his Bleeds and his Bleeds were him. When he thinks about it that way…

“Desmond…” Ezio gritted as he smacked an incoming kick from another man, quickly jabbing the man’s side before suckerpunching him.

‘Sorry, sorry. My brain’s wacky at the moment.’ Desmond said.

That was an understatement.

Desmond had been in Ezio’s body for only a few hours. They had went outside to try and get a lay of the land and found out the date by Vieri throwing a rock at Ezio and giving Ezio the scar on his lips.

So yeah…

Desmond was still not used to being this… entity inside Ezio’s mind.

“Don’t think too hard.” Ezio backhanded a goon’s cheek hard and fast enough that he was able to topple the surprised and hurt goon with his mind quickly making it known that it was a common technique Altaïr used to do. Ezio tried to focus as he said, “Let’s just get this over with then we can have our mental breakdown in our room, okay?”

‘Yeah, okay.’ Desmond answered and Ezio felt Desmond focus.

It was like his senses became clearer.

His body became lighter.

And…

He could predict everyone’s next move.

To borrow Desmond’s expression at the moment.

Holy shit.

(Desmond doesn’t know it but because he made Ezio his Sage, he is technically a being that has access to Isu senses which he can pass down to Ezio. Ezio’s human body can’t take much of it though so there’s a time limit and that is how Federico comes in and save them because Ezio and Desmond starts getting a headache after using it too much.)

[is-this-yuri]

the fact that i was born and raised in the south but never developed a sexy southern accent is legitimately a tragedy

[irbcallmefynn]

They should invent a way to permanently blast my consciousness into the virtual world so I can live in VRchat and Bonelab

Actually wait I'm pretty sure that's like actually the plot of Boneworks basically. Damn. Arthur Ford was fuckin on to something.

Outta my way you immortality seeking cuck I'm boutta turn myself into a wolf with tits.

[berezet]

Vampirism + consensual mc + consciousness transfer = baller photos for the halloween season.

(i have a ways to go for drawing bodies.)

[daemon-in-my-head]

Let's say, Durge somehow defies daddy Bhaal and Gortash does not bite the grass.

Let's say, despite tireless efforts Bhaal doesn't rly like letting go of his kids, esp not those crafted from his own flesh and blood.

Let's also say, Gortash, the mad unethical scientist, would find 'ways' for Durge to get rid of the burden that is their Bhaalspawn body (essence may be gone but that body still Bhaals property technically).

And now, cuz I'm feeling funny, what if the Steelwatch and the whole consciousness/souls bit Gortash got going on is precisely with that in mind? After all, Gortash is a tyrant obsessed with freedom. And Durge is his equal. So of course he'd assist in their escape from their own hell, too. And if what they need is a new vessel to store their consciousness, well, Gortash and his mechanical puppets are happy to oblige.

I'm onto smth I know it (and this is definitely not just a scrapped ending that I've been reconsidering again)