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lostonehero · 5 months ago

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Lyf and Oscar adventures

Lyf landed on earth. What year? He really didn't care. He honestly thought DTTM was a joke album the mechs did for fun, although they didn't take it as a joke, and the rainbow blood on his uniform was proof of that. He didn't understand why Marius looked so heartbroken. He liked dark humor!

He adjusted the hat on his head covering his ears. He could pass as humans easily enough with enough layers. He didn't even know why he stopped at this planet. It wasn't even in the age of space travel yet. Maybe he was bored or just hurt. He didn't want to examine the latter any time soon. He's got eternity.

A man caught his eye. He seemed shrouded in a shadow. He held a bottle in his hands and seemed to be crying. To be fair, Lyf himself didn't know much about humans nor their culture. However, the metal arm he knew humans were not even close to coming to that technology yet stood out. Instead of a golden color like Marius's arm, it was sliver.

Lyf sighs and feels a tug and static in his ears. He decides that instead of fighting, he sits next to the man and pulls his knees up. "So where did you get that arm?"

The man raised his brow and put his bottle aside. He didn't even have a slur to his words, but he stunk like liquor. "Do you really want to know?"

"It will take a lot more than that to scare me." Lyf lights up a cigarette. "Did the doctor say her name was Carmillia?"

The man had wide eyes and tried to hide the metal arm in his coat. "H-how did you know that?"

Lyf gives a frown and a pat to the strangers shoulder. "Let me guess you already died after this."

The man scoffs. "I was trying to protect the world. I didn't ask for some blasmusthus horror deity to change me. I didn't ask for that doctor to make me unable to die. I didn't want to become some sort of monster."

"You and me both." Lyf sighs. "What God changed you?"

The man whips his head to stare at Lyf. "W-what?" He tilts his head at the rainbow static and tendrils Lyf produces. "At least that's nice to look at."

"The light normally tears at the fabric of reality and one's mind." Lyf gives a small smile. "Guess it won't work on you." He blows out some smoke. "Yog Sogoth is the diety that changed me, and took my galaxy my home away from me."

The man shifts and sighs. "I call her Scratch. It's not her name, but that's what the fragment used as a name before she became whole again. She feeds on fears, nightmares, and just vile things. I have to feast, I don't want to, but if I don't..."

Lyf pats the man's shoulder. "Never said it was a good deal. How about this? You come with me, and we figure this out together. We're both conduits for the gods to use at their leisure."

The man shifts and sighs weakly, nodding. "It's not like I have anything left here." He frowns. "Oscar."

"Oscar?" Lyf brushes himself off and gets up, holding out his hand.

Oscar takes it and sighs. "My name, it's Oscar. I don't have a last name."

"Well, it's nice to meet you. My name is Lyfrassir Edda, but you can just call me Lyf." Lyf smiles. "Come on, I think we both need a few decades of nonsense."

"De-Decades?" Oscar stutters following behind.

"Welcome to immortality, kid." Lyf smiles again.

Oscar frowns.

.......

Oscar was stunned. "And this can go into space?"

"Among the stars, yes." Lyf nods, removing his hat revealing pointed ears, and his hair drapes down in a long braid. "What's with that look?"

Oscar forces himself to look away. "You're not human."

Lyf pauses and makes a noise of acknowledgment. "You've never seen someone who isn't from earth before. That isn't a creature from the outer realms. I'm an asguardian, one of the last ones left, or probably the last one. Yog Sogoth devoured my entire galaxy. I barely escaped. Maybe one day they will return it, but I'm not hopeful."

Oscar nods and looks around the large ship. "Well, where will we go?"

"Anywhere, and everywhere." Lyf smiles, starting the ship. "Once we're in space, I'll show you around."

.......

Oscar is seen through a camera as he sits. He clears his throat. "So it's been a year since I've accepted to travel with Lyf. I've learned a lot, I've changed, and I've accepted myself for things. I asked for a notebook to journal things, but he told me those things clutter up, and we only have so much space, and this isn't the Aurora."

He leans back. "The universe is massive." He sighs as the video glitches, and the silver on his arm turns black. "I'm starting to learn how to control this new power from Scratch like how Lyf uses Yog Sogoth power. I'm still not entirely happy I have this or the arm from Carmillia, or as Lyf says, the good doctor because that's what the mechs call her. Apparently, I'm part of the mechanisms even though we never met, but they were all turned immortal by that good doctor person... vampire? Lyf doesn't know about that either."

"As for myself, I've accepted. I like the male form, and that's its not wrong. I still act as if I'm a priest still, but I'm not. It's hard to let go of what I was raised to do. Even if there is a benevolent god out there, I don't believe it after everything." He stops and waves his hand. "On a better note, I've been training with Lyf to help control my new abilities and to defend myself. I really don't like guns. Even if I have good aim I much rather stick to more physical weapons."

He groans. "Listen to me. I'm forming opinions on weapons. I think that's enough of this." Oscsr shuts the monitor off.

......

"So what did happen with you and the mechanisms?" Oscar hums, chopping up some vegetables for the stew he was making. "I know you love Marius, but haven't spoken to him since picking me up a decade or so ago. What exactly caused the rift?"

Lyf sighs, cleaning a pan in the sink. "So Brian has these visions of the future, and so he predicted each of their deaths, and Jonny made their final album so to speak, but those deaths came and went, and I still found them again. I honestly thought it was a joke and so I went along with their brand of humor and they shot me on sight, for about a year straight I tried to talk to them thinking they were doing a bit." He sighs. "I realize now they actually looked forward to their final death, and it didn't happen they still came back. I'm such an idiot." He turns to Oscar. "You know I realized I loved Marius the moment I found you. It's awful. I finally realized my feelings, and they all hate me."

Oscar hums putting the vegetables in the boiling stock. "What if we caused their brand of chaos?"

"What?" Lyf stares at Oscar.

"Think about it this way, if we have wanted posters like they have, wouldn't they be curious enough to look for us rather than us coming across then by accident?" Oscar raised a brow. "Besides, I need to figure out how to ease this ache from Scratch, and I know Yog Sogoth has been tempting you with bringing back your galaxy in exchange for spreading information about them, and maybe causing destruction in their name." He turns and leans against the counter. "I really don't feel good about just hurting you when Scratch wants me to um lash out or feed myself."

Lyf knew how the clothes hung off Oscar like he was just flesh and bones. He also knew the other man would never admit it, but he needed to eat raw flesh. "Only if you agree to act on your urges and I'll act on mine." He holds out his hand.

Oscar sighs and takes it. "Fine, but prison planets."

Lyf smiles. "Of course."

.......

Jonny stops and does a double take. "What the fuck." He pulls Tim back by his hair. "What the actual fuck?"

Tim raised a brow as his mechanical eyes focused on the wanted posters, and this attracted the other mechs to look. "Oh fuck me is that Lyf?"

Marius pushes forward. "Why does he have a wanted poser?"

"Why the fuck is it above ours with a bigger fucking warning?" Jonny is fuming.

"Either we are losing our touch, or Lyf is being controlled by Yog Sogoth." Brian crosses his arms.

"What About His New Friend?" TS points at the poster of a man badly distorted, but enough to decipher that he is grinning.

"Do not trust the siren song. If you hear his voice, it is too late. Do not approach the pair. Second-hand recordings are forbidden. Lyfrassir Edda is the harbinger of Yog Sogoth, Oscar is the harbinger of the Forgotten one. If seen, do not attempt to apprehend. Run for your life." Ashes blinks as she finishes reading out loud. "Fucking Lyf is doing music now?"

"Jackass stole our thing." Jonny tears down the posters.

"He's seeing someone else." Marius frowns, and his hair goes flat, and he holds his tail in his hand. "I... uh... well..."

Raphealla rubs Marius's back. "We'll find them and teach them a lesson."

"Yeah, I can get Aurora to track them. Yog Sogoth has a special output we can follow." Nastya smiles.

"Fucking you heard them! It's time to capture the inspector! He has to explain this bullshit." Jonny huffs and the mechs murmur in agreement.

.......

Oscar was thumbing the keys on his new keyboard. "It's just like a piano, just more compact."

"You actually play well... well for a human." Lyf laughs as Oscar throws his jacket at him.

"At least I can play. The only thing you seem to be able to do is break instruments." Oscar snickers at the scoff. "If you're going to try to woo Marius, you'll need to sing for him now to play something that will make his ears bleed."

"Maybe I can sing him one of my poems." Lyf nearly jumps at the coms ringing with a request. "Shit! Who the fuck is hailing us?"

Oscar shrugs. "It's your ship."

"It's our ship now mother fucker." Lyf huffs and answers as video fills the giant screen.

Jonny blinks, obviously not expecting to accept the call. "Is that a musical instrument I spy?"

Lyf scrambles to sit up. "Ah hello Jonny it's been a while."

"You cut your hair." Marius cuts through.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Lyf huffs.

Oscar shouts off screen. "I already said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know I could spew ichor!"

Lyf sighs. "I'm not talking to you! I know you can hear the other people on screen!"

Jonny wolf whistles. "Oh do you have a fuck toy?"

Oscar comes on screen, he's wearing a shirt that says 'got fucked over by a outer realm horror and all I got was trauma and shitty powers' he raised his brow and scratches his stomach. "First off, Lyf is like a brother, and that's that. Secondly, why does that even matter?"

Tim pushes Jonny away from the screen. "You human?"

"Obviously not. They both have been kicking around for well over 500 years if the wanted posters say anything." Raphealla pauses. "Wait, your arm." She frowns studying the screen.

Nastya turns her attention as well, and her already pale blue complexion gets paler. "That would mean..."

"Don't you fucking say it!" Jonny growls. "The doctor is fucking dead!"

"Actually, we ran into her maybe a decade or two ago." Lyf shrugs. "She's traveling around with a woman who hates her guts."

"Yeah, I'm trying to forget that." Oscar shudders.

"Ok, I wasn't that late in my rescue." Lyf pauses. "Ok, maybe I was, but that doesn't mean I didn't try."

The mechs give looks to each other before Jonny speaks up again. "What did she say?"

"She wants to upgrade all the mechanisms." Oscar scoffs. "Also, true immortality sucks and you're all staying with me. She also mentioned something about another one when she gave me this arm she gave someone a new throat. Hence why we're heading back to earth."

"We are going back to Oscar original time, which isn't an issue it's just getting there that's going to take a bit." Lyf hums softly. "Not everyone has a ship like yours. But time travel is easy when you have gods to help."

"What year are you from?" Tim raised his brow. "Your accent tells me Scotland."

"America." Oscar corrects. "And it was 1939."

Tim whistles. "It should be easy finding the newbie then. They'll stand out like a sore thumb."

"Why are you so confident in that?" Ashes raised her brow.

"Humans did not go to the moon till 1969 30 years after, he stated." Ivy answers.

"Wow lame." Jonny whistles. "Well, back on topic, we're coming with you. Can't have Carmillia returning to that person, nor should they figure this out alone."

"Wow to think you're capable of being nice." Lyf rolls his eyes.

"Fuck off." Jonny huffs. "And get on the fucking ship, we'll get there faster."

Lyf and Oscar exchange a look.

Lyf frowns. "I would be able to, but Oscar isn't. This ship is, um, reinforced against his influence."

"The fuck is that suppose to mean? Aurora can handle anything." Nastya growls.

"Well, we could test it." Oscar gives a nervous look.

"Prove them wrong." Lyf motions an ok.

Nastya was about to ask what the fuck they were talking about when a black inky substance seemed to leak onto the digital screen it was a projection this wasn't possible. The video call got more and more distortion, and the audio screeched like nails on a chalkboard. Before it could get worse, it suddenly stopped, and everything returned to normal.

The mechs stare at the screen, and the black ooze on the floor.

"Probably shouldn't touch that." Oscar's voice is very distorted, barely audible. "That will cause you to relive the worst day of your life for like a month straight in your dreams even if you think you forgot it."

"I really wouldn't." Lyfrassir voice wasn't altered at all watching Raphaella attempt to collect a sample, and it absorbed into her skin through gloves and glass. "Never mind."

"Fascinating." Raphaella says to ignore the cold dread pooling in their stomach.

"What the fuck was that?" Nastya looks furious.

"Side effect of Scratch not learning restraint." Oscar's voice is even more distorted.

"Oscar, stop. I can hear the feedback." Lyf sighs. "I'll set the ship to auto navigate, and I'll come aboard to talk." He vanishes as the video cuts out.

.......

Marius curses as Lyf appears next to him. "When the fuck did you learn that?"

Lyf blinks and shakes their head until the rainbow leaves their eyes. "After I got my galaxy back. Anyway, Oscar's deity is stronger than mine, but they have a deal going on, which means my ship has been modified to withstand the damages. Apparently, the eldritch monstrosity forgot their name or claims to, and they go by Scratch."

"You can control Yog Sogoth?" Jonny seemed fascinated as he pushed Marius away.

"No, but we have an agreement. Several actually, that isn't important, though." Lyf walks back over to Marius. "I'll see you guys on earth, Von Raum." He purrs and pulls Marius into a deep kiss. He pulls away after a bit. "Anyway, maybe we can take you to a little gods get together. You'll have fun. See you there at the same time, hopefully." He vanishes.

Marius covers his face, and his hair stands on end. "How, did the inspector become so romantic?"

"You're disgusting." Jonny huffs. "Although I want to fuck that Oscar."

"Not if I beat you to it first." Tim and Ashes say at the same time.

"Oh, I'll always share." Ashes chuckles. "If I don't break him."

"I'll be the one to break him." Jonny smirks.

"I'll let him break me." Tim laughs.

.......

Landing on earth isn't anything special, Oscar has to help the mechs look human enough. Some were much harder than others. "You can stop staring." He huffs adjusting his collar.

Tim snickers. "You were a priest?"

"That's what his dress means?" Jonny raised a brow.

"It's a robe. I'm wearing pants." Oscar sighs and pinches his brow. "People will recognize me, I worked as a priest and ran a soup kitchen. It's approximately a month after Lyf took me." He rolls his eyes. "I know each of you can remember your life before Carmillia."

"You don't have to make that information public." Ivy huffs. "Doesn't matter. I will be collecting human books."

"You can remember before?" Lyf looks at Marius.

Marius crosses his arms. "It's not excatly something that is pleasant to discuss."

"So what do you think the new person is?" Ashes hums adjusting the nun habit. "Hopefully they aren't an asshole like Jonny."

"Fuck you." Jonny huffs. "So we'll just head to your church or whatever, right?"

"It's a parish, but yes. It will help reestablish myself and give you guys plausible back stories as we move forward so nobody would ask questions. It's also winter. Nobody will look twice at people staying warm in a church." Oscar pulls his coat around him. "It's been a while since I've been in the cold."

It was quiet as they made their way into the city and navigated to the small church. Eyes stared at them until a nun approached Oscar. "Father Oscar? Oh heavens, are you alright? The most foul rumors have been spread."

Oscar smiles, slipping back into his old persona. "I'm ok." He swallows. "I may have been distracted for a while, but these people need help, and I hope I am not overstepping."

"Oh father, you still have such a kind heart after everything. Yes, yes, come along. we have open rooms by the grace of God." The nun motions for the others to follow which thankfully they do without issue.

......

A week and everyone has settled into their roles quite nicely. Oscar was sweeping between the pews before they locked up for the night. That's when the doors opened and a man nearly ran inside. He knew who he was the moment he stepped in, the golden eyes gave him away.

"O-Oscar, you're still here." The man with the golden eyes sounded relieved to the point it hurt.

"A-Arthur?" Oscar nearly dropped the broom out of shock.

Arthur rushed forward and grabbed Oscar's hand. "We- I read your letter."

"We can't, Arthur, you left..." Oscar's words died as Arthur stared at him.

"I didn't want to leave you alone, and fuck I should if told you the truth. Your letter I was scared I was too late." Arthur smiles and grabs at Oscar's shirt. "I'm not a good man. I don't think I can ever be a good man again, but Oscar would you..."

"Arthur, I can't. This is a church! I was rash, and we're both -" Oscar can't finish as Arthur locks his lips with his. He can feel tears drip down his cheeks.

Arthur pulls away and brushes the hair out of Oscar's face. "Oscar, I'm sorry I lied and I have so much to tell you."

Oscar couldn't find words. He couldn't focus. Arthur is supposed to hate him. Arthur shouldn't do this. He... he. He took a breath, and there was static in his ears. He reached out and cupped Arthur's face. "Arthur... I." He sucks in a breath as Arthur embraces him.

"I'm sorry, Oscar. I'm so sorry." Arthur hides his face in Oscar's chest. "I'm so tired of these gods, I'm tired, Oscar. I want to tell you about John, he's... he's still with me. I want to tell you about the dreamlands and the king. I want to tell you everything if you'll have me."

Oscar only seems to cry harder. "Arthur i... we...." He hiccups and embraces Arthur tightly. "Stay the night. Talk to me. Tell me."

"Of course." Arthur smiles up at Oscar.

.......

Oscar sighs, sitting up. Arthur was still asleep next to him. "This was a mistake." His voice was quiet, and he knew this. John could hear him. "I can't be with him, I've changed. I'm not that same, man." He moves his legs over the side of the bed. "I didn't lie about my arm. A doctor did do this to me, but I didn't tell the entire truth. You weren't supposed to come back. I thought you abandoned me, and i accepted that."

John's hand snaked out and touched Oscar's back.

Oscar wipes the tears from his eyes. "You'll care for him, John. I don't think I'll be able to bear watching him grow old and die. This metal arm is cursed. It wasn't Scratch's doing the doctor's name is Carmillia, this mechanism this mechanical part prevents my aging and death. Do you know what it's like to throw yourself into a star? Probably not, but that doesn't matter."

Oscar laced his hand with John's.

"Scratch did come after me, too. It was a perfect storm in a sense. Both Carmillia and Scratch got me at the same time. I did try to kill myself to destroy Scratch, but obviously, that didn't stick." Oscar sighs, and let's go. "You can tell him, but I've become a monster, and he doesn't deserve someone as bad as I am." He gets up and kisses Arthur's forehead. "We only came back to earth to find the other victim of the good doctor because nobody deserves eternity alone." He smiles bitterly. "You deserve someone who can grow old with you."

John did his best to wake up Arthur before Oscar could leave, but he wasn't fast enough.

.........

The crunching is what stopped Oscar in the hallway, barely out of the room, and he knew arrhur would wake up soon. He frowns and won't give the others the satisfaction.

"Now that's just heartbreaking." Manic laughter fills the hall. "Couldn't even tell old Artie to his face."

Oscar didn't recognize that voice, nor the mam attached with stark white hair and bloody hands and feet floating above him.

The man continues to munch on his bag of popcorn. "Yaknow, not really one for heartbreak romances. That was quite a good show, though, for what it's it worth." The man laughs again.

Oscar pauses and begins to mumbles as if he is thinking out loud.

"Now, now I'm not unfair here, but I didn't want heartbreak. I was rooting for you two! The closeted priest and the possessed pi, like a bad romance novel but more death and violence."

"Kayne!" Arthur's voice rings out as he exits the room.

"Oh Arthur, my dear Arthur, Oscar here was about to leave and break your little heart, and we can't have that. Your story deserves romance and more victims." Kayne laughs manically. "Also, it's a nice story he came up with to leave. Oh woe is me to John, very good acting."

Oscar hums and continues to mumble.

"What?" Arthur stopped stunned. "Oscar wouldn't... his letter."

"That's right, the letter." Kayne points at Oscar. "What do you have to say -"

Oscar hits his fist in his palm as he figures something out. "Nerophropte! There's too many of you." He sighs and finally looks at Kayne, who was staring at him confused. "What do you not go by that anymore? I understand the sudden visit you love, chaos, and heartbreak are great viewing, but I'm really not in the mood. As much as I love Arthur, he deserves someone he can grow old with and not me, who's a monster and a conduit, but you already knew that."

Kayne holds his hand up. "A what?"

"Look, I'm really not in the mood for this." Oscar sighs and crosses his arms. "Is there a reason you're visiting? Did Yog Sogoth want something? Was it Chutulu? Look, Scratch can be contacted through other means. You're from the same plane of existence. Just talk to each other. I know the whole party Hastur is throwing is that."

"The King?" Arthur mumbles, confused.

Kayne grabs Oscar by his shirt. "First off, shut up. Secondly, how do you even know about that? Yog Sogoth doesn't even use this galaxy."

Oscar raised a brow.

"Well?" Kayne throws them to the floor.

"You said to shut up." Oscar rolls his eyes. "You don't travel outside of earth, do you? Well, I mean, you have the outer realms and your own realm, but what about other planets? Do you even know what the Mechanisms are? Doctor Carmillia?" He holds up his mechanical arm.

"What the fuck are you even talking about?" Kayne throws his hands up.

"Ask John I told him. I don't feel like talking to you. I'm heartbroken amd I really want to drink my sorrows away but oh wait I can't get fucking drunk anymore." Oscar frowns. "I can't be the person for Arthur, and it was a mistake even coming back to earth. I expected Arthur to reject me, maybe even lash out at me. I can handle that. I didn't expect for my feelings to be returned after everything I've been through. The blood on my hands. I can't even call myself human anymore! Scratch made sure of that. Just kill me and leave me alone or just better yet leave me alone."

"Oscar, what are you talking about?" Arthur tries to move forward, but Kayne stops him.

"Ok, fine, I'll bite priest boy, who's Scratch?" Kayne's smile drops as a female voice rings out.

"Well well well Nerophropte it's been ages. I see you still have such a narrow focus on earth. Even Hastur has branched out." A woman giggles. "Puppet, go take the fragment and the human to your friends. I have a lot to catch up on. With an old friend." The woman sounded crazed and manic.

Oscar moves and grabs Arthur's hand. "Fuck this, Scratch never makes an appearance."

"W-wait, Oscar? John, why are you scared?" Arthur is hefted over Oscar's shoulder.

.......

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