Chapter 5: Ants and Names
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“ ” = Speech
‘ ‘ = Thoughts
* * = Actions or SFX’s
~ ~ = Third Person
[ ] = Time Skips
< > = Status Reports
- - = telepathy
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AN: If you don’t already I suggest you zoom in on you page, I personally zoom in to 200% so I can sit back and still read the writing, I also use the arrow keys to scroll. Doing this makes long stuff seem longer.
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“Hello there, it all okay now, you will be safe here. I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve been through up until now, but it doesn’t matter here. We all have experienced pain and we have all tasted grief, that is why we can understand each other ”(???)
‘Huh? Wtf? Where am I?
Ugh, oh yeah I did a kamikaze on that bird, and the what? I think I hit a tree.
But where am I now?'
I confirm my surroundings
'Wha….
No way.
Why the fuck are YOU here?’
In front of me was a beautiful girl around the age of 15, dark purple dyed hair, dark blue eyes, at least C cup boobs and an altogether big sister like feel.
‘…How did I forget…?
O-Oh yeah, I remember now, its cause I didn’t want to remember…
What you did to us.
But if she’s here, that means that I’m…’
I was on a doorstep leading into a hallway. The walls of the hallway were wooden, but you could hardly see that because it covered with countless children’s drawing, paintings and handprints.
To the left of me was a middle aged man in a black suit, his expression said nothing.
To the right of me was a slightly overweight woman dressed in a florescent one-piece that screamed granny, she was in her early twenties and gave off a warm feeling.
‘Yup, this is my third orphanage, I think I was five, almost six, at the time.
The one to the left of me is some random dude who kept popping up during my childhood; looking back he might have been some sort of bodyguard?
To the right of me is the social worker who was in charge of me when I was young.
And in front of me… is the woman who shattered my heart.
Fuck, to think the trauma I got from this actually caused me to forget the whole thing.
Well this is probably a dream then.’
My third orphanage: Burny Stone, a 2 acre complex built for the sole purpose of taking care of troublesome war time kids. It had walls but just low enough so that people wouldn’t feel trapped. It had security guards patrolling the grounds but none of them had visible weapons, no, they were all tucked away in the folds of their clothes, this I found out the hard way. There were hundreds of hidden cameras giving the orphans zero privacy.
The "Care Workers" were all trained in basic martial arts and restraining techniques, although I doubt that sadism was taught, they all had it.
It was basically a prison with the front of Children’s home.
I was kicked out of the previous two orphanages due to constant fighting and stealing.
But can you blame me, by the time I understood the world and was capable of thinking logically, which was when I was around three, my parents or whoever was taking care of me, stopped, and I was in the middle of a wartime crises, one that turned out to be the second worst massacre of the century. I was picked up by other less fortunate people and passed around like so until I was four; when the people who were looking after me at the time succumbed blood loss after being shot in a mugging.
Having lost my food source I resorted to begging on the streets which lasted four months until a cease fire was agreed and the war finally ended, albeit temporarily. That’s when the government started to sift through refugees, orphans and other broken people, I fitted into all three; it would seem I crossed the border without realising it.
‘Oh no, I don’t want to do this again.
Even if I know what’s coming, even if it is a dream, I don’t wanna do this.’
“Well? Whatcha waiting for? It’s almost time for dinner you know.”(Purple girl)
She holds out her hand before, waiting for me to grab hold.
‘No. No. shit, NO!
I don’t want to!
Stop it me!’
Ignoring my pleas, my naïve five year old body grabs hold of the hand readily, stupidly thinking “maybe here will be different” and starts moving forward.
‘FUCK! I don’t want to go through this shit again
Stoooooooop!’
Almost crying, I call out, but to no avail.
Or so I thought, just then the ground, no, the world started shaking. And with every shake I gained more control over my body.
I had gained full control over my body on the 5th shake and then slipped out of the bitch’s grasp and ran.
I ran out of the door and started towards the gate of the compound, I just wanted out of here as soon as possible.
However, as I took my first step the shakes returned and this time everything simply disappeared leaving my five year old body to fall into nothingness.
‘Ahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’
The shakes continued and I felt it in every fibre of my body. It was like everything was being torn apart at the same time.
‘*sob* this is worse than the void.
The pain isn’t nearly as bad but the falling feeling makes it a hundred times worse’
*sob*
‘Fuck… I want out.
I… I want…
OUT!’
I hit something hard
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With that I awoke.
If I could I would be sitting up, sweat drenching my body and gasping for air, but I can’t… because I’m a seed.
‘Well that sucked.
I wonder where I am now. Hope it’s not another dream’
It would seem not to be.
My body clock told me it had been just over a day since I blacked out after hitting a tree, and that it was currently 9:39, why so precise? I dunno, I just knew. Also I was in far sight vision, so I tried to force myself to switch back to sonar.
*Ding*
You have turned Far Sight off1 MANA Point/s used to turn Far Sight off
Far Sight gained 1 level
‘Oh yeah, I got a lot of notifications yesterday didn’t I.
Well I can look at them later; first I need confirm my surroundings and check my body.’
Right now, I was underground. However I was quite close to the surface and there was a skylight right above me. Using my sonar I found that I was in a tunnel about 4cm tall and 3cm wide. I was at the end of such tunnel. I found that there were noting but tunnels surrounding me and occasionally something scurried through them.
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‘Hmmm? Ah yes, I saved some ants. I wonder if this is their home. If so, considering the tunnels there must be some pretty big ants around. (4cm is about the size of ‘where you’re first joint on your pinkie finger is’ to the end (did the ‘ ’ just to make it easier to read))
Whatever, body first, thinking later.
Much like sex.’
The first big difference I noticed was my shell, simply put, it wasn’t there anymore. It seems that it has fallen off, probably after I hit the big tree.
The second big difference I noticed was what the shell unveiled; monsieur me. And holy crap, am I sexy.
‘Well actually I don’t know what’s sexy in this world but I just get the feeling; I am H.O.T.
Maybe this is that Blessing, Good Looks in play?’
In colour I am dark grey, not quite black, with three tiny golden veins that pulsated occasionally, running up my body, meeting at the top.
My body reminded me of a dick, a very small one. It is half a cm wide and one and a half cm tall with it getting slightly bigger near the top.
‘Guess that’s where the first leaf is going to grow then, I heard that when you’re a foetus the butt comes first and then we grow outwards… maybe…
No, actually, let’s not go down that road, it’s too weird for me.’
The third and final thing I noticed was how much my root had grown. It had at least doubled in size and become twice as sensitive. The ‘main’ root (AN: first root, not sure what else to call it) had gained its first off shoot.
‘Oooooh, I’m not sure exactly how quickly plats grew in the other world but it’s obvious that I’m growing pretty fast. I think Oak trees only grow thirteen inches a year, and this is only my second, no, third day alive. Plus I’ve already killed a bird and used magic or something,
Speaking of that, I should check up on my stuff.’
However before I could I sensed an ant approaching me and felt that it was the black telepathic one from yesterday.
‘So I can sense who what things are if I’ve already met them before?’
I put checking my status on hold and waited for the ant to get to me
As he got closer I saw him clearly for the first time, he was roughly twice the size of ants from my past life, and the highlights I saw on his legs yesterday were more intricate than I thought, think the stripes on tracksuits and then combine it with purple Chinese dragons, it looked EPIC.
‘I want his legs, not homo or anything.
I just want to rip them off and take them for myself.’
His head was far from ordinary, he still had antennae but they were shaped more like deer antlers, and its mandibles weren’t serrated like normal ants but looked like Katanas, the blade facing outwards.
‘Ha-ha, well he looks dangerous now but he was screaming like a girl yesterday. Maybe I should play possum and then surprise him.’
-Ah! Mr Sapling, you’re awake now, good- (B Ant)
He said in his high pitched telepathic voice once he got close enough.
-What! How did you know? I wanted to startle you once you got close- (me)
I said slightly sulking.
-Ahahaha, it’ll take more than that to startle me now, I mean I was almost knocking on death’s door but was saved by a flying seed that one-shot an enemy we couldn’t do anything about. And your vein things are glowing brighter now so I just presumed you were awake-
-well I guess I’m not something you see every day,
Anyway… where am I, how did I get here, who are you, who was Dufy and who’s your leader, also how do you know my language?-
‘Don’t like small talk,’
I expected him to stumble a bit at the sudden flurry of words however…
-this is my home, the Anna Ant Fort, we, the survivors from the bird attack, brought you here after you saved us and crashed into a tree. Actually we thought you were dead but then your shell came off and you started to grow rapidly so it was decided you were still alive. I am Bern, a Soldier ant and Translator, Dufy was my friend who died in the attack, and our leader is the Ant Queen Anna.
And when it comes to telepathy, which I presume you know you are using, language doesn’t matter. You speak and they understand, for example, I don’t know what language you are thinking in, but I simply know what you’re saying and respond accordingly.-
He responded promptly.
‘hmmmmm? Telepathy is pretty useful, and once again, R.I.P Dufy.’
-You’re clever for a kid.-(me)
-W-Whatcha mean kid? - (Bern)
-you, you are a kid right?-
- NO! I’m a seasoned veteran, part of the Anna council! Why would you think me a child?-
-But you sound like a brat!-
-No I don’t, I have a very deep voice,-
-What? Wait, seriously, you think you have a deep voice?-
-Yes!-
‘Actually, he is very small. Maybe this is normal?’
-Hmmmm, well whatever. - (me)
-*sigh*-
He shook his head a bit
- Anyway, may I know your name Mr Sapling?-
‘… Name huh?
I wonder what would be good. I’m aiming to be a dark lord so something evil sounding would be good.
Maybe… Damien, nah, too hard to say, I want mine to roll of the tongue. Markal, not bad, but doesn’t really suit me, Sauron? Nah, Saruman, nope. But I like the “S”s. I guess I’ll go with this then, its and oldie but a goodie.
-My name is Satan, future lord of all, prince of darkness, demon lord and general badass MoFo.
Now, puny ant, take me to your leader!-
-Puny was uncalled for!-
-Huh? Ah, yeah… sorry.-
*Ding*
Status Update You have named yourself: Satin
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AN
Chapter 5 done!
As I promised it is a bit longer than previous chapters, they will continue to get longer.
The dream thing will be continued later on and forgive how shit the writing is there, I’m still starting out after all and dreams are hard.
I have decided to make this a relatively slow moving Fiction, with lots of childhood stuff, training arcs but equally as much Tragedy and action, though I say that, Tragedy will not come into play until much later. I mean he can’t lose a girlfriend he doesn’t have yet, plus he’s still a sapling.
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