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qwertythepopstarian08 · 6 years ago

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JSAB Superhero AU Fanfic: Shattered Heart

I’m sorry for delaying Grey Area and Feeling Blue again, but I hit a bit of writer’s block with those two fics, so I made this as a gift for @small--crcle instead.

I noticed that the mun of that blog was feeling down, so after days of procrastinating, I finally finished this thing and edited it to a coherent state. I hope this helps...

This is a direct followup to Duality, so I suggest reading that fanfic first.

Warnings for slight horror themes.

Even heroes can be broken. Villains as well.

New Game learns this the hard way one night, facing off against what should have been an easy opponent.

It had been an accident, a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. One minute, King was there, perfectly fine, and then… he wasn’t.

Neither of them could have seen the corruption coming for them. Some new villain had popped up, a tainted beast which spread its infection by touch. It was stained a blood red, coated in shards of its past victims. It wasn’t even much of a shape anymore, twisted beyond recognition.

New Game knew exactly what happened to the poor shape. They’d just gotten unlucky, had stumbled across a power that, much like all the other night-triggered abilities, was twisted and wrong. The powers had nothing to do with morality; some shapes were fortunate enough to keep their minds… others, not so much.

The mutated shape had been a trapezoid, a normal citizen of Treeangle city, just like all the other villains had once been. Blixer had seen the shape around a few times, during the day, of course, just milling about, going about their life like any other law-abiding person. One wrong move, one mere brush with corruption, had turned them into this beast, which was nothing more than a mess of broken horns and claws, fueled by nothing more than pain.

The creature fought blindly, swiping at whatever crossed its path without rhyme or reason. For a while, New Game held his own against the beast, realizing early on that he couldn’t touch it to fight back. So he focused on the defensive angle, hoping that he could buy enough time for the innocents to escape.

This could very well become his last fight, at least as himself. He moved in a cautious, watchful fashion, afraid that one wrong step would end with him corrupted. His smile was strained, his teeth taking on a jagged, fanglike appearance as the being was pushed to his limits. He couldn’t dodge forever, and the moment he slipped up, it would be over for him.

Unfortunately, that moment came much too soon. Perhaps if he’d stepped to the right instead, he’d have avoided crashing into a fleeing passerby. Unaware of the danger their hero was in, the running civilian didn’t stop to help New Game; they kept going, blindly dashing through the streets in hopes of escaping with their own life, careless in regards to the fate that would soon befall their hero.

New Game’s heart rate skyrocketed, his eyes dimming in glow as he stared up at the looming monster, the corruptive demon whose influence would soon bring about his end. He braced himself, unable to move correctly for the stinging pain in his leg. It was too late to flee.

In the next moment, the city would have yet another threat to deal with, its only hero having fallen to the curse...

He shut his eyes tightly, preparing himself for the inevitable, mentally apologizing to Blixer for the pain he put him through… he heard a sharp crack, and then… silence.

A series of sharp, pained gasps broke the stillness, and New Game dared to open his eyes, his entire form shuddering with fear. His heart dropped as he saw a familiar shape standing over the shattered remains of the monster, a shape whose cyan glow cast an aura of both protection and danger, depending on who looked upon it.

The terribly familiar being had a crown of wicked horns. He wore formal clothes, as if he were going to dinner and not a battle. He carried no weapon, for a single blow from his corrupted claws could reduce a shape to shards. New Game knew that confident, cool aura all too well, and he couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes as the King stood before him, defending him from the beast.

His eyes glistened with a tranquil fury, which faded as he laid his gaze upon the fallen hero. New Game could already hear the series of fearful questions that would surely follow.

“Are you alright?” he expected to hear.

However, all the King could utter was a choked warning, his tone strangely harsh.

“Get out of here,” the cyan villain hissed. His gaze darted from his hands to New Game, yet his eyes were distant, foggy...

He’d reduced the creature to fragments in a single blow, just another testament to his deadly power. Nonetheless, the beast would win, a rash of scarlet already spreading across the King’s hands.

The King of Chaos faltered, then all New Game could see was Kubix, fearful for his life and for once, clueless as to what to do. Kubix dropped to his knees, unable to support himself as the red curse spread, crawling up his arms and tainting his hue.

New Game stammered, “What are you talking about?” He found himself shakily standing, hugging himself, already feeling as Blixer, deep within his soul, began to wake up. His voice quavered with a paranoid fear as he continued, “It’s over, right?”

“Run, Blixer.” King only used that name in emergencies. New Game’s heart rate eye skipped a beat. “Don’t look back… I don’t want you to see me... like this…”

The antihero took a hesitant step back, his horns drooping. He watched, fearful, as the scarlet infection spread, blossoming over what was once a cyan shape. Before his eyes, Kubix’s horns were becoming spikier. His claws sharpened, looking more like deadly talons, sparking with angered power. It was just like what happened to the trapezoid. A single touch was enough to spread the curse. Within moments, a simple shape would be warped into a beast.

Yet… New Game refused to believe it. He voiced his denial, “What are you-”

Kubix cut him off with a strangled scream, “Go!”

Kubix’s hands tensed, his claws crackling with that red energy. New Game couldn’t tear his eyes from the corruption, hoping dearly that the King could fight it off. But the cyan being only drew in on himself, his form seeming to crumple under its own weight, and suddenly he was on his hands and knees, breathing heavily.

Whatever change had taken hold was about to worsen, and soon, the red corruption would take another victim… New Game staggered back, wanting to flee but not quite willing to abandon King.

“I can’t just leave you here!” he screamed. He heard something snap loudly, and he winced, tears stinging his eyes. “I can fix this! Just hold on…”

Kubix interrupted him with a wordless holler, and New Game thought he heard more of a growl than a yell.

His eyes were hidden from view, but New Game could see a threatening red glint overtake his father figure’s gaze as he breathed a last, raspy plea, forcing the snarl out of his words, “Don’t… let me hurt you…”

Eyes wide and teary, New Game broke into a run, already able to feel his control slipping away, his mind becoming inundated with Blixer’s terrified thoughts.

His leg ached in protest, and the alter ego felt a few shards break away, his ankle nearly snapping from the sheer force of his footfalls. Each step sent a wave of hot agony rushing through him, not to mention the pain that burned in his core: the pain of betrayal.

It had only been about half a minute when New Game heard the the terrifying roar behind him, tears now streaming freely from his eyes as he turned a corner, hoping dearly that he’d find somewhere to hide. He couldn’t fight Kubix, he just couldn’t.

New Game’s control finally slipped when his leg gave out, sending him crashing to the ground in a pathetic, sobbing heap. Blixer snapped into consciousness, the physical changes caused by his alter ego slowly receding, leaving the powerless shape without any defense. His once brilliant pink glow went dead, and he was hit with the horrible reminder that it was night, and that he was just a child, lost in the city with a monster tracking him down.

He sat up, trying to find somewhere to hide as he realized he’d hit a dead end. His powers were waning, and soon, he’d be completely helpless once again.

His sight faded into darkness as he lost New Game’s night vision, and he was left, helplessly clinging to his sense of hearing to detect whatever threat might come to him. Shuddering uncontrollably, Blixer felt his heart skip a beat as he heard heavy breathing, knowing that it wasn’t his own, for it was much rougher, deeper…

A faint red light caught his attention, and he snapped his gaze towards the glow, fearful of the source. He heard heavy, approaching footsteps, tensing as the red light drew closer, glinting against the windows of the buildings framing the alleyway.

The breathing suddenly cut off with a sharp growl, the monster giving a frightening snarl as it drew closer.

Anxious, Blixer tried to summon his claws, feeling his heart race, desperate for New Game’s power. He reached deep within his soul, but no matter how he searched, all he could feel of the being’s presence was an intense terror, like a distant, pitiful spirit. Blower could barely summon up the energy to move, let alone something to defend himself, like a cannon arm or some sharp claws.

He internally screamed; of all the times for New Game to falter, now was the time that would get them killed.

The beast didn’t slow its advance, creeping forward until Blixer could see a wicked claw reach forth. Each talon was like a ruby-shaded dagger, leaving gouge marks in the building walls just from the light pressure of leaning against it.

Suddenly, the corruption showed itself fully, revealing itself to be a serpentine beast with a helm of horrible, twisted horns and a sneer full of terrible fangs. Its snakelike form was lined with daggerlike, bristled spines, which each looked sharp enough to impale, to shatter.

Blixer’s breath caught in his throat, but he forced himself to speak. His voice was firm, yet nervous.

“Kubix.”

The beast replied with a snarl, drawing closer, glowing an angry red.

Repeating himself, trying to force the shudder out of his voice, Blixer called, “Kubix!” His pink hue became pallid when there was no response, and he found himself scrambling back, until his back was pressed against the wall of one of the buildings lining the alley. “Kubix, please…”

He wasn’t even sure if this thing was Kubix; for all he knew, another citizen could have been pulled into the chaos, unbeknownst to him, but if the terrifying hunch he had was anything to go by, this had to be the King.

It had no traces of blue on its body, although the young shape could see little scraps of satin fabric- Kubix’s jacket- hanging from the hooked spines along its back. Its eyes were wild and cruel, glowing with a bloody red light, yet as Blixer kept talking, he could see a spark of recognition in its gaze.

“You don’t want to do this… snap out of it…” Blixer’s voice wavered. His entire form was quivering, his horns drooping as tears ran in rivulets down his face.

Much to his horror, the beast raised a deadly talon, preparing to strike. He braced himself, losing hope. Squeezing his eye shut, Blixer murmured a final plea, his hope for survival diminishing. He covered his face, form shaking with quiet sobs, his voice escaping him in a breathy tone, “Dad…”

Abruptly, the monster halted, staggering back. A startled hiss escaped it, its ruby gaze flickering, almost in confusion. Its serpentine body coiled a bit, its spines bristling. It eyed the shape before it with an almost concerned gaze, tilting its head.

A low, yet nonthreatening croon escaped the beast, and Blixer dared to open his eye, his shaking beginning to subside. He looked up, barely able to see past the tears. The beast had faltered, still stumbling back, staring through him with a hollow, haunted gaze.

Blixer took a risk, acting on a tentative hope, then reached out. “King?” His hand was inches from the creature before it drew back, its spikes rising again.

An almost fearful whimper left it, and it, lowering its head in what seemed to be shame, began to retreat, its stare never leaving Blixer.

The young shape watched, ensnared in his own anxiety, as the monster backed away, as if he were the threat. He wanted to reach out again, to see if, by some miracle, his guardian was still in there somewhere. Yet his fear kept him motionless, his frantic breaths being the only thing that told of the fact that he was still alive, that he hadn’t perished from the terror.

It wasn’t until the monster turned, finally breaking into a dash to depart, its glowing eyes fading in the distance, that Blixer’s petrification broke. All at once, the tense aura dropped, an incredulous, almost relieved feeling washing over him. He sat there, absolutely taken aback by his sheer luck, before a few brave tears dared to well up in his eye. They blurred his vision, and when the shape blinked and took a breath, the emotional dam broke.

Shattering stars… that was Kubix. Blixer let out a bitter, broken laugh, a single syllable of, “Heh…”

His voice cracked like his leg had, and he, hugging himself, began to attempt to stand, leaning against the walls for support as he muttered to himself. His leg felt like fire, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart, which blossomed from his core, making his entire being hurt.

Even New Game was despaired, and Blixer felt the being’s perpetual grin falter, like what had occured was so wrong that a universal constant had been broken. In a way, it was. King had never harmed him; after revealing his true identity to the pink shape, he’d never threatened him, either. Over time, the two had even come to a truce in their respective work.

Because of the nature of his powers, King couldn’t help but hurt people. It was an uncontrollable factor of his soul; but... he never raised a claw to his son.

The corruption changed that, all from one mistake, one wrong move.

Blixer had no idea how long he’d been walking. He continued blindly, just trying to get away from the city. His leg was aflame with pain, but it was easier to dwell on that than to focus on Kubix. He didn’t look up until he’d reached the little bridge leading to the suburbs, watching as the few cars raced by. There was a little bike trail on one side, and since no one in their right mind would ride bicycles at night, especially in this city, Blixer figured it’d be safe to walk along the edge. He’d done it before, in way worse conditions. The only difference now was that he had nothing to go home to.

The minutes blended together, and Blixer found himself feeling drowsy, his eye fogged over. He mentally checked on New Game, only feeling a slight bitterness when he focused on the being.

The alter ego’s voice huffed, like a whisper on the wind, laced with sadness, “There’s no point. Kubix isn’t coming home.” New Game’s tone dropped, his voice breaking. “He’s dead.”

Blixer snapped back automatically, “He’s not dead!...” He trailed off, shaking his head. He looked at the streets below, trailing his hand against the railing of the bridge. “It’ll… it’ll be fine… We can sort this out in the morning, and maybe Kubix will be okay…”

A moment of tense silence passed, and Blixer sighed, quickening his pace. He began to feel like someone was watching him, so he focused on the road, watching his surroundings with a cautious eye.

Internally, he heard New Game give an apprehensive, “Watch out…. Something’s following us.”

Blixer nodded, looking down at his hands. There was a slight flicker of pinkish light as his fingertips sharpened, filling with a volatile energy. It was just powerful enough to harm, but not to shatter or otherwise get him into any trouble.

Whatever was behind him would just be in for a rude awakening if they thought they could get the drop on him. It was probably some petty thief, either that or some half-witted crook who thought a kid would be an easy target. Blixer didn’t carry much money with him, anyway, and he doubted the competence of any minor criminal who dared act at night, when New Game was on the prowl, ready to skewer any villain in a fifty mile radius.

Of course, Blixer could barley access his powers now, let alone “skewer” anything, but the villains didn’t need to know that. He was sure the monster had scared them all off, anyway.

He sensed that whatever was following him had sped up, tensing. He hoped that it wouldn’t have to come to this…

Suddenly, he swerved, thrusting out his claws to catch whoever was behind him. His hand met red, stinging spikes, and he recoiled, eye going wide as he processed the sight before him.

He’d been followed by a villain, alright; the worst villain of all. The monster that had once been Kubix towered over him, glowering down at him with a hollow stare. Its red eyes shone brightly in the night, although it was too dark for the rest of the creature to be seen, save for when the occasional car passed by, lights flaring.

Blixer had cracked off one of the beast’s spikes, although it didn’t look too inconvenienced, concerned with watching Blixer, almost guarding him.

For a moment, he cradled his injured hand, hoping that the mere brush wouldn’t do the same to him that it had done to Kubix… then he met the eyes of the red creature, and he felt his tension drop, replaced with a feeling much worse.

A bitter realization made the pink shape’s stomach do flips, and he almost backed away, before he laughed again, breaking eye-contact with the beast. He’d seen that intelligence, that thoughtful, cautious gaze, many times before. Never had he ever seen such sapience in the most corrupted of monsters, so only one thing could be possible.

“You… you’re in there, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, barely heard over the sound of distant traffic. The monster lowered itself… himself… to be at eye level with Blixer. The young shape felt tears well up in his eye, and he took a shaky step forward. “Kubix…”

The corrupted beast let out a low, sad croon, unable to speak but desperate to convey his sentience. He was still conscious. He was sorry, he failed to protect his son. Whatever the red corruption was, it had a tight hold on his soul; it had filled him with a mindless rage that was worse than anything his natural corruption could do. He was afraid that his mind would slip once again, an he wanted to warn Blixer to stay away, no matter how much it hurt. He couldn’t say anything, however, so he just reached out, pulling Blixer close in a shaky, tentative embrace.

Blixer limply allowed himself to be hugged, before he returned the embrace, quivering. He buried his face into Kubix’s shoulder, unable to stop the long-awaited sobs from spilling out. His emotions were a mess; he was a mess.

Kubix had suffered, all because he chose to flee. All because he couldn’t just fight back and let himself be corrupted for the greater good. Kubix had jumped in front of him, although it wasn’t his job to be the hero, and it ended with him becoming a monster, powerless to stop the transformation.

The guilt made Blixer’s heart shatter, and he sighed shakily, blinking the tears from his eye.

“I’ll fix this…” he whispered. He didn’t quite believe it himself, but he had to assure Kubix. “We’ll reverse this somehow. We’ll fix you.”

Kubix only whimpered sadly, the red shine in his eyes lessening.

Blixer, wanting to fill the silence, kept talking, desperate. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t save you…” He tightened his hold, afraid that the red beast would lose his mind again if he faltered. He squeezed his eye shut, trying to stop the tears. “I… I promise we can fix this…”

In that moment, Kubix seemed so fragile. Something deep inside Blixer broke at that realization. Suddenly, his whole worldview shifted. Even the seemingly indestructible could be broken. Even the King... could be usurped.

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prismaticquartz · 6 years ago

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Bitter Terror faces the Terrorizer

Just a jsab story about Blixer meeting Pulse lol. Got inspired to write somethin thanks to a fella named @/qwertythepopstarian08!! Hope ya like!!

Also this probably isn’t cannon to just asks unless it happens on the blog itself.

Pulse sat alone in the field. He felt absolutely miserable, despite how tranquil the breeze was and how calm the setting was in general. His old tear marking visible on his face despite once being liberated from it. He didn’t deserve it.. not after the trouble he’d caused during the festival. He was scared when Zedd, Ty and Vinn had breached the library.. grabbed the askers trying to help him and even a moment away from hurting Squog. It boiled over... he would’ve been corrupted if his triangles hadn’t protected him.. didn’t do a damn bit of good for him in the end.. he still ruined everything. Pulse sighed heavily, his guilt crushing his spirit bit by bit.. suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a rattling sound. And footsteps? He turned to the sound only to recoil in fear. Blixer.. that damned shape who fucked over everything.. he wasn’t right, he wasn’t safe he was a menace. Pulse had to get away from him but he was too scared to move, so he didn’t, instead squeaking, “d-don’t come any cl..closer..” his eye widened.. his pupil flaring hot pink. Blixer sighed, his expression solemn as he loomed over the cowering cube. “M��not gonna hurtcha bud.. I saw ya out here lookin miserable n I just..” he hesitated, scratching the back of his head then adjusting his bandana. “I wanted tuh see’f you were ok er not.. thas all.. no trouble no nothin’.” Pulse glared daggers into Blixers eye. “Give me one reason I should trust you, you psychotic oaf..”. To say that Blixer really wanted to call him a poindexter was an understatement, he actually almost did but restrained himself, only smirking in amusement and snickering a bit. “W-what’s so funny?!” Pulse yelped defensively. “Snrk- Nah nah nothin nothin!! That was jus’ kinda funny iz all.. a-anyways I-I can’t really give ya a good reason tuh trust me right off the bat..” his voice went from playful to serious almost instantly. He sat down, a foot away from Pulse, trying to seem less intimidating being at eye level with him. “But I know I fucked ya up, actually I fucked alotta shapes up... I know that... but I wanna start somewhere y’know?? I wanna start ere.. so please..” he held out his hand, his glove covering the hold in his palm, almost like he was ashamed of it. “Would ya gimme a chance?” Pulse looked apprehensive and disgusted at Blixer, it was clear that it would take more than words to sway him. “Maybe, but what I saw.. what I felt, what you felt.. it’s fucking scarred me. It’s not at all normal to think like that, have those urges or feelings. So how the hell do you expect me to wanna forget all that and frolic around in a field of friendship- no.. I won’t.” He stood up, taking a few steps away from Blixer. “I’m sorry ok.. I’m fucking sorry, I have an idea as to what you went through and I can’t in my right mind say that what happened to you was good or right in any way.. but I’m not gonna get myself in harms way trying to fix you, maybe someone else will but not me.. I refuse to let myself get beaten up again.. now kindly... leave me alone.” He began to walk away.. Blixer recoiled a bit, he felt sick.. surely he knew this wouldn’t be easy.. but it still stung to his very core.. that familiar bitterness worsening.. his face reflecting said bitterness.

He was about to defend himself before Pulse spoke again.. his demeanor shifting into rage almost like he knew Blixer was gonna try to make a case for himself. “AND SO HELP ME SOPRANO I DARE YOU TO GUILT TRIP ME!!” He whipped around with rage in his face “I DARE YOU TO SAY IVE GOT IT ALL WRONG OR YOUR CHANGING I FUCKING CHALLENGE YOU!! BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I SAW!! I KNOW WHAT I FELT!! YOUR A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!! THATS THAT!!” Pulse sounds around again and stormed off with great speed, tears pouring out of his face. Blixer sat there gobsmacked.. Pulse was right... there was no defending himself, how the fuck did he expect it to go that easily when he practically traumatized him??? Blixer stood up with a sigh.. beginning to shamble back into his cave. “Tch.. prissy poindexter..” he uttered bitterly to himself. Fuck him.. he didn’t need him... he didn’t need any of paradise.. only the quartet.. they were enough..

Right?

Fin

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