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My name is Higgs, yo đĽ
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Iâm really only here for the writers. I enjoy interacting with the narrators of the fiction I read.
This being said, my dms are always open! Im slow but I am always up to talk about death stranding and if we are moots ive def read your work and am more then happy to talk about it!
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Fool's legacy
Part 2 of 2: Extinction Entity
You lose connection, only to gain another. But at what cost?
Pairing: Cult!Higgs Monaghan x AFAB Reader(mention of female genatals but other then that gender neutral)
Rating: M
Warnings: This story will have depictions of non/dubious consent, forced breeding, suicide, power imbalance, control, use of tentacles in a sexual nature, cult language and mentality. If it smells like a Dead Dove Donât Eat
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You feel a hand gently brush your hair, your eyes glued to one spot despite the chaos in front of you. That one spot, a row of tombstones from a distance, was the only thing grounding you. A reminder that you were still present, still within your own body.
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It was like nothing you could have imagined; the city near your shelter paled in comparison to this place. The Red Kingdom, a tall, grand building overlooking the rumble of what was once a city, now a void-out crater. You and Quinn were greeted by a woman holding an umbrella, her face just as expressionless as the guards' masks.
âIâm Fragile,â she introduced herself with an even tone. âI am here to guide you to your proper halls.â
Both of you were quick to follow her, making sure not to get distracted or look around. All three of you were in a hallway crossroads when Fragile stopped abruptly.
âThe Kingâs Guard is stationed on the right; you will be assigned a room on the left.â
Your chest tightens, looking back at Fragile.
âWeâre getting separated?â You couldnât help but ask. The womanâs sharp eyes cut to you, causing you to freeze in place.
âYou two are close,â she commented. âBut you both have different roles to play; this is by order of The King in Red. If you wish to say your goodbyes, you might as well do it now.â
For the first time, you felt unsure. Looking at Quinn, who seemed more than accepting of what was happening.
âThis is our destiny,â Quinn whispered to you. âWe have been seen and blessedâŚdonât worry about me. Iâm exactly where I need to be, and so are you.â
With that, they pull you into a hug, squeezing you tightly as if trying to feel you one last time.
âThank you, you have given meâŚso much in the little amount of time we shared. Weâll see each other again on The Beach, I swear it.â
You linger as they pull away, trying to hold onto the one thing that you grew so accustomed to, but having little help. You donât even move from where you stood as Quinn walked down the hall and into a cloud of darkness. You suddenly jump, feeling Fragile touch your shoulder.
âCome with me,â she spoke, her voice now softer. âIâll show you to your room.â
The silence was painful as you walked alongside her. The room itself reminded you of bedrooms kings and queens had very long ago, based on the books you found in the data storage back home.
âTake your time settling in,â Fragile informed you. âI will return shortly to prep you for examination.â
That caught your attention, and you turned to look at her.
âExamination for what?â You ask. You catch it, a look of discomfort flashing across her features.
âChirlium exposure is high here,â Fragile replied. âWe have to make sure you are healthy enough to withstand it. With your abilities, I have no doubt butâŚitâs precaution.â
You could only nod as she walked out, taking a look around once more. Fragile returned after a while, holding a white robe out toward you.
âChange,â she instructed. You didnât question and took the robe, looking around to see where you could actually change. Seeing there wasnât any privacy, you see her turn around, facing away from you.
That was as much privacy as you were going to get.
After you change to the white robe and tell her you are ready, she guides you to another room. At first glance, you see it was separated by a red velvet curtain, through which you could not see the other side, only the end of some type of exam bed peaking out in the center. Another woman was waiting, hands folded in front of her, as she gave you a gentle smile.
âWelcome, Iâm Rainy. Iâm going to be doing your examination. Donât worry, you are in very good hands here.â
She, unlike Fragile, was much more personable. You could feel your body relax as she steps forward to do her thing. She starts by holding your face in her hands, gently moving it up and down, side to side.
âYou have lovely skin,â she comments. âSoft, most people from shelters donât have skin like this.â
You assumed that was supposed to be a compliment.
She makes you open your mouth, examining your teeth and tongue. Even shines a light in your eyes to check for reflex.
âGood, very good,â Rainy speaks up. âPerfect model of health, Iâd say. Now, we will need to check on the lower half of you. This will beâŚintimate. But again, you have nothing to fear, okay? No harm will come to you.â
âO-Okay?â You stumble, letting her guide you to lie on the exam bed. The curtain settled right at your waist as you watched Rainy go to the other side. You suddenly feel hands on your legs, making you jump, then Rainyâs voice, gently shhâing you.
âRelax, youâre okay,â she assures you. Taking a breath, you try to relax, feeling her rise the bottom of the robe upâŚand upâŚsettling it against your stomach. You then feel your legs being spread, the air hitting a very intimate part of you, causing you to take in a sharp breath as you feel your feet being perched against a metal hook. Rainy soon comes back from the curtain, standing right above your head as she smiles down at you.
âRemember to breathe,â she instructs. âAnd just feel.â
You werenât sure what she meant, but you took a deep breath all the same. Then you feel them, hands. Hands much larger than Rainyâs, the rough padding of the gloves brushes your calf and inner thigh.
Was someone else on the other side of the curtain?
Your eyes instantly shoot up at Rainy, who gently hums while brushing your hair.
âYouâre safe,â she whispers. âJust relax.â
The gloved hands get closer to your center, spreading your legs slightly more before you feel a finger brush against your clit down to your folds. You tense up instantly, Rainy quickly cupping your face as she shhâes you once more.
âItâs okayâŚyouâre okay,â she soothes you again. âRemember to breathe, okay?â
You take a breath, your heart pounding in your chest. The finger doesnât stop its assault, rubbing your clit up and down, causing a friction that has your eyes rolling back. You feel a throb, a heated wave pooling between your legs. Rainy must have noticed, smiling down at you with a nod.
âThere you go, youâre doing wonderful,â she encouraged.
You then feel warm breath tickling you, your body stilling for a moment. The finger teasing you is long gone, only to be replaced by something incredibly slick. Was it a tongue? No, it didnât feel like one. This feltâŚthick against you, thick yet long and incredibly flexible. You could feel a small tip, teasing your entrance as the thick base continued what the finger started. Alarms were going off in your head, everything in you was screaming that this wasnât right. And yet the rest of your body was responding in a very different direction, finding itâŚpleasurable.
Suddenly, you let out a noise as you feel the small tip spreading your folds, penetrating you, going deeper and deeper, stretching you out, giving you a feeling of wild discomfort. You hear Rainy shhâing you again, brushing your hair as you try to adjust the sheer size of the object. It felt so⌠foreign. The top half was slick, while the bottom felt like it had small suction cups.
Like tentacles.
Your eyes widen at the discovery, moving your hips to get away, but you feel them get roughly pinned down by the gloved hands. Then you hear it, a deep male grunt from the other side of the curtain. Tears began to well in your eyes, blurring your vision as Rainy cups your cheeks. Wiping your tears away with the pads of her thumbs.
âYouâre okay, itâs alrightâŚâ
Just feel.
You feel the object get into a rhythm, sliding in and out of you at a delicious pace. You feel a buildup in the pit of your stomach, your breathing growing heavier as you tilt your head back. That seemed to be the right reaction, because you felt the gloved thumb go right back to your throbbing clit, flicking it at the same pace as the object. You could even feel the objectâs tip massage and curve against a spongy part inside of you, causing you to let out a sound you didnât expect to make.
Without warning, your vision blurs again as the buildup peaks. Letting out a cry while white-knuckling the edges of the exam bed as you allow the feeling to wash over you. Whoever, or whatever, was on the other side seemed very pleased at what you had done. You could hear a deep purr from the other side, followed by the feeling of lips caressing your inner thighs, only to sink their teeth into the flesh abruptly. You gasp, pain shooting up your spine at just how hard they have bitten you. They quickly let go, and you feel the slick object over the stinging flesh before you are let go completely.
âYou did so well,â Rainy praised you. âSo, so well! Come on, letâs get you back up, and Fragile will escort you back to your room.â
She was so gentle, pulling you off the bed as she fluffed the robe back down. Your legs wobbled a bit, making you lean back, but she catches you.
âYouâll need to rest,â she informs you. âJust take the rest of the day to lie down, build your strength back.â
âW-What just happened to me?â You stumble out. Rainy just gives you a warm smile in return as she nods at Fragile to take you back to your room. She never answered your question.
As Fragile guides you back to your room, you couldnât help but notice the same discomfort you saw once before. When you arrived, you allowed her to sit you on the bed, and you stopped her before she walked out the door.
âWhat happened in there?â You ask, you could see how tense she was before slowly turning around to look at you.
âLet me give you a bit of advice,â she said to you. âThe life you knew before this no longer exists. It does not belong to you, you do not belong to you anymore. To gain the kingâs favorâŚit is a life sentence. So itâs best not to ask what happened to you or what will happen to you. And instead, simply pray for death.â
With that, she walked off, leaving you to your thoughts. She was giving you a warning, that much you picked up on. It would seem, from the little interaction you had with her, that she did not think as highly of what was going on as the rest of them. What did she know? You thought. You couldnât dwell on it, your body betraying you as your eyes grow heavy. You donât even realize how long you had fallen asleep, only to be awoken by the guards banging on your door for dinner. You are alone, with only the guards standing by the door keeping watch. The food presented to you was a far contrast from the garden diet you had back at headquarters. Meat, rare cooked meat, and a dark liquid to wash it down. Every time you took a sip, you could taste something you couldnât place.
Once you were done, the guards guided you to yet another room, your heart dropping with what was in store. The door slammed behind you, causing you to jump before gathering your bearings and taking a look around. It was a bedroom, slightly more modern-looking and clearly never used. Then you hear heavy footsteps from a dark corner, a familiar yellow glow breaking through before he comes into view.
âThere you are,â The King in Redâs voice echoed throughout the room. He was not wearing the red robe this time, and you could finally see the sharp red-and-black armor. To think, he looked more intimidating than before.
Your eyes widen, quickly getting on your knees and bowing toward him. You could hear him chuckle deeply, walking toward you as you feel him touch the top of your head.
âItâs alright, sweetheart, no need for formal instructions now,â he informed you as he made you look up at him. You watch as he tilts his head at you, giving you an amused look.
âCome on, on your feet now,â he instructs. Taking your hand to help you stand up. âAs much as I do enjoy seeing you on your knees, itâs time for us to see each other eye to eye. Donât you think?â
You donât say anything, losing your ability to speak once again in his presence. All you could do was watch him walk off, sitting down at the edge of the bed as he pats a spot next to him.
âSit, please.â
You blink, walking carefully toward the bed as you sit right next to him. You fold your hands over on your lap, but you donât dare look at him again.
âItâs a lot to take in, I know. Most people, when they get here, often get a glazed look on their face. But you, youâve been handling yourself pretty well. Even passed your examinations with flying colors!â
You nod, looking down at your hands until you feel him touch your chin to make you look at him.
âYou've got no reason to be nervous,â he tells you. âI ainât gonna bite yaâ
There was a playful tone to his words, but it gave you no relief.
âH-Howâs Quinn?â You finally gain the strength to speak. At first, he looks at you confused. As if he had no idea who you were talking about.
âOh! Strand Quinn, right,â he finally realizes. âThe head guard said something about them fitting right in. But I donât wanna talk about them, I wanna talk about you.â
He was so quick to dismiss them, something that didnât sit right with you, but you donât press it.
âBeen reading up all about you,â The King continues as he leans back on the bed, propping his head up. âGrew up near Lake Knot before venturing out by the time you turned 18. Bounced place to place and lived with some old lady until she croaked, and you got her shelter. Been living alone until quite recently. You like collecting pre-Stranding shit, been able to get through some mighty infected territory to get them, huh?â
Your eyes widen, causing the smirk he was sporting to grow wider.
âThe beauty of my little network,â he said knowingly. âAs soon as you got hooked up, a file was already created. Helps me keep track. Your file, in particular, really caught my interest. Been a long time since the last recorded DOOMS sufferer. Granted, your levels arenât very high, butâŚitâs enough. And I certainly wasnât gonna have someone with such a gift be among the worker bees, oh no. Now, donât get me wrong, they all serve me beautifully. But youâŚyouâve got a higher purpose.â
You watch as his hand brushes along your leg, feeling yourself shiver from the contact. He must have liked it, humming a bit.
âHave things been to your liking?â He asked. âWanna make sure youâre comfortable.â
âOh, yes of course,â you finally reply. He gives you a pleased look, but his movements donât stop.
âGood, after all, this is your home now. Deserve to live the life of luxury,â he informs you as he moves back up. You could feel the coolness of the armor close to you, making you shiver more as his hand moved from your leg to your arm.
âNo one giving you trouble?â He presses. âI know Fragile can be a bitâŚsharp.â
You shrug, but you shake your head in reply.
âIf she does, you tell me,â there was an edge in his voice, causing you to tense again. You nod to indicate you understood, watching his face soften once more.
âGood, very good,â he practically purrs. âYou take direction well.â
You could feel his breath on you, taking a deep inhale in your hair as he lets out a pleased noise.
âOh yeah, this is gonna work out just fine,â he whispers in your ear. âJust fine.â
You then feel him move once more, kneeling in front of you so the two of you are at eye level. You could feel your heart pounding, especially as you feel his hands on your legs again.
âI donât invite a lot of people to be alone with me,â he points out. âBeing what I am, I have to keep my circle small. Having you here with me means I can trust youâŚand I can, can I?â
âY-Yes, yourâŚyour majesty,â you stumble, which makes him chuckle again.
âYou donât gotta call me that,â he tells you. âNot here anyway. Here? Just the two of us? You call me by my name: Higgs.â
Higgs, the name echoes in your mind, yet you donât dare say it. As if he could read your mind, his eyes narrowed.
âSay it.â
You felt almost faint, the panic bubbling over. You let out a shaky breath, opening your mouth, but no words came out. He then leans forward, his blue eyes cutting at you.
âSay my name,â he repeats.
âH-Higgs,â his name felt like a curse. Sealing you into whatever fate he had in store for you. You watch as he moves away, his mouth stretching in a smile.
âFeels nice donât it?â His voice becoming more velvety. âCertainly sounds sweet coming from you.â
You could feel his hands rising, lifting the robe. Your eyes widen, memories from what happened to you early on flash in your mind. As if he could feel your fear, he shhâes you.
âItâs alright, settle now,â he coos at you. âYou donât gotta worry about a thing. Trust in me.â
You two donât break eye contact at first as he spreads your legs. Only when his eyes look down, staring at the now very bruised bite mark on your inner thigh. You could feel your stomach twist in disgust, letting out a breath as he brushes his fingertips along the wound.
âBit harder than I thought,â he commented. Knocking the wind right out of you as your eyes widen. Higgs, in reply, gives you a knowing look, allowing you to put the pieces together.
âWhat? You think I was gonna allow someone else to enjoy the taste of you?â He asks, shaking his head. âOne thing youâre gonna learn quickly, what I consider mine? I donât allow anyone else to have. And you are all mine.â
The examination, it was he who was on the other side of the curtain. He whoâŚwho.
You could feel his hands get dangerously close, realizing you should have known how familiar they felt. But he doesnât go further, just stays perfectly still as he watches your face.
âI wanna give you something, would you like that?â You donât respond; he doesnât give you the chance to, as he slowly stands back up. The red plate covering his crotch right at your eye level. The room was heavy, painfully quiet. Not counting the sound of him undoing the plate and placing it over to the side.
You see pitch-black nothingness at first, only to feel your body shake in fear as you watch it slide out of view. It was a tentacle, yet not really, but it was definitely phallic by design. You could even see black liquid of some sort pearling at its slit, feeling Higgs hand gently grab the back of your head.
âDonât be shy now,â he rasps, still looking down at you as he moves you to get on your knees. âGive it a little love, hm?â
With a trembling hand, you reach out, brushing your fingers along the slick appendage, gaining a soft moan from Higgs.
âThatâs it, baby,â he whispers to you. âNice and gentle like.â
Your hand wraps around the base of it, looking up at him with worry. You had never done this before, human or otherwise. If he didnât like what you were doingâŚyou could feel your eyes heating up. Tears threatening to leave you out of fear. But Higgs was quick to guide you, his hand moving your head closer to the tip.
âOpen up,â he instructs, and you obey. Opening your mouth, he meets you halfway, the slick sensation hitting your tongue, causing you to gag on reflex.
âEasy now, just relax,â he gently coaches you. âAh fuckâŚâ
You feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, trying your best to get used to the sensation. You could taste the black liquid, which made you scrunch your face, but you endured it in fear of angering him. His breathing got heavy as the object began to move in and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag again.
âRelax your throat,â he instructs you. âThatâs it, there you go.â
You do as you were told, to the best of your ability at least. You could feel his grip on the back of your head getting tighter, pushing it so you could meet him halfway. After a while, you got used to it, allowing him to pump into your mouth as far as it would go. His panting and grunts filled the room along with the wet sounds of him in your mouth. His grip in your hair not letting up once
âUhâŚfuck youâre gonna make me cum,â he rasps out. âGonna cumâŚright in that pretty mouthâŚah shit!â
You could feel the object swell in your mouth, a fair warning to prepare. With a few more pumps, he grunts out, tasting the liquid punch down your throat. It was hot, very hot. You try to move away, but he pins you in place.
âTake it, you fucking take it!â
You had no choice but to swallow, feeling your throat try to close, but Higgs was not going to give you an option. You could feel the object soften before he slides it out of your mouth and tucks it right back in the darkness.
âHave not felt thatâŚin a long while, god damn,â he breathes out as he puts the plate back on him. The grip on your hair is gone, allowing you to hang your head down and slowly wipe whatever liquid was still against your lips. The room fell quiet for a moment before you felt him move your head to look up at him again.
âYouâll grow a taste after a while,â he informs you. âI donât expect you to be hungry on what Iâm gonna offer right out the gate, butâŚyou still did a mighty fine job.â
You felt numb, not sure what the hell just happened or what was happening. You allow him to lift you back on your feet, but you could not bear to look at him in the eye.
Higgs doesnât make you, however, not this time. Instead, you feel him pick you up into his arms before laying you back on the bed.
âRest now,â was all you could hear as your world went dark.
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It became routine after that: you spent most of your days in your room until you were summoned for something. Summoned to eat, summoned for more examinations. Summoned to Higgsâ room at night.
You had no one else to talk to, Fragile kept her distance, and Rainy only offered the same words of encouragement while enduring being poked and prodded. You didnât even bother to try to talk to the guards, but you do catch yourself asking if any one of them was Quinn underneath. You thought of them often, wondering if they were okay. If they were having a better experience than you were.
The nights were Higgs were the only thing that was not so routine. One night, he would want to have a conversation, and the next night, he would have you bent over on a table or the bed, fucking you until you were crying out from forced pleasure. Lately, when such a night occurred, he would always make you lie back so your legs were up and against your shoulders.
âSo you donât spill one drop,â he would inform you.
You stay that way for a bit, and if you couldnât do it on your own, wellâŚhe had restraints for that. And that was when he wanted to talk about more personal things.
âNever knew my parents,â he told you one night. Sitting right next to you as you were in position.âThey died not long after I was born, and my mamaâs brother took me in. Not that he wanted to, at least. I never got to experience love that didnât involve a first or a bootâŚhell, the earliest memory I have is crying my eyes out in some sad excuse of a crib while he yelled at me to shut up. I have never been held, never heard kind words. Have you ever been held?â
You look at him, nodding in reply.
âBy your mama?â He pressed, again you nod. He looks at you, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw a look of yearning from him.
âMust have felt nice,â he commented. âFeeling thatâŚwarmth, to feel safe. You know itâs funny, I get love and praise every day by theseâŚsad people looking for something to believe in. And yet I never felt an inch of emotion back. I canât feel anything really. But nowâŚI find myself getting attached to you.â
You watch as he looks at how he had you before reaching out to undo the straps, your legs falling on the bed, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief.
âDonât get me wrong, Iâve been attached before,â he continues. âBut it was always one-sided, a transaction. Wanting something out of me, but that's not ever enough. I could neverâŚbe enough for someone.â
You gain the strength to sit back up to face him.
âSo I had to learn to take, and I found out pretty quickly that taking is a hell of a lot easier than asking. I got everything I want, yet I feel no pleasure, no peace. Just aâŚbottomless pit.â
âAndâŚwhat do you feel around me?â You couldnât help but ask. Higgs lets out a small laugh before looking back at you.
âIâm still trying to figure that out myself,â he confesses. âBut I do know one thing, I know that youâre the first person I actually wanna keep around.â
The nights with him became sort of sweeter after that. He wasnât as rough when he had his way with you, and you got to stay in his room even during the day. You began to actually endure things more; you didnât mind the examinations or the silence. Because as soon as you saw Higgs, you feltâŚhappy. Whatever role you were playing, you were increasingly accepting it by the day. But that all soon changed.
You were walking from getting examined when you saw her, Fragile. But she wasnât cool or composed like the previous times youâve seen her. No, what you saw was a woman ready to run for her life. As soon as she saw you, she walked with purpose. Grabbing you and pulling you close. This caused alarm; the guards nearby instantly aimed their weapons at the two of you, but she did not let go.
âListen to me carefully,â she whispered harshly in your ear. âEverything he has told you, told everyone, has been a fucking lie. He is no savior; he does not want to unite the world; he wants to destroy it. And if you donât find a way out, you are going to give him what he wants on a silver platter!â
You then feel her shove something into your hand. It felt small, metallic.
âLook, look, and know the truth. And for the love of God, get the fuck out of here!â
âFragile!â You heard the voice of The President call out from the hall. âBy the order of The King in Red, you are charged with high treason! You let go at once and face your crimes!â
You watch her pull away, giving you a sad smile. A tear escaped her eyes before taking a gun you didnât know she had and pulling the trigger right under her jaw. Blood splattered all over you, your ears rang from the gun going off, and yet you couldnât scream. Everything was muffled and in slow motion, The President and the guards rushing to Fragileâs dead body as someone pulled you away from the scene. You were returned to your old room, and you could hear Rainy asking if you were okay. But all you could do was make sure whatever Fragile gave you was safely guarded in your robe pocket.
âIâm so sorry you had to see such a display,â The President said as you sat on the edge of your bed. âFragile was always a bit unstable, butâŚshe was a reliable asset. Nevertheless, I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You could only nod, your secret burning a hole in your pocket.
âGood, The King will be glad to hear it. Which leads to my next point: sadly, you will not see him tonight. He has an urgent matter to attend to, and now, with what Fragile did, he will likely stay away longer, I wager. Still, Iâm here to make sure you are comfortable in his absence.â
Again, you nod, feeling him touch your shoulder in comfort.
âRest, and should you need anything, just simply call.â
You watch as he and the guards leave the room, waiting a bit longer until you make a beeline to the computer. You pull the object from your pocket, realizing what she had given you. A memory chip. Putting it in the slot, a window pops up on the screen, a letter.
âIf you are reading this, I have either taken my own life, or he has finally gotten rid of me. Either way, I was able to give you a fighting chance.
This chip has all the information you need about Higgs. Higgs, âThe King in Redâ, what a stupid name. A stupid name for a sad, pathetic, scared little man who blames his problems on others instead of taking responsibility. See, you and those sheep may know him as some god, but I know who he really is.
His real name was Peter Englert; he and I were partners in a porter company. He was different then; he wanted to help people. Hell, I donât know when exactly he changed, but he soon grew dark. Talking nonsense about the end of the world and bringing in an Extinction Entity. I didnât think anything of it at first; people go into conspiracy theories all the time. That was until he attacked me.
I had DOOMS, a little higher than you. I guess that was why he wanted to partner with me in the first place. He explained after that only two people with DOOMS could bring an Extinction Entity to the world. Mind you, Higgs was at the very bottom of the pole as far as DOOM abilities go. So if that was his goal, he failed miserably, plus I was not able to have children of my own. I kicked him out soon after, but his reign of terror was not over.
He formed a militant group soon after called The Homo Demens. Their goal was to cause voidouts, destroying major cities in their wake. If they couldnât cause one, they could do it the old-fashioned way. He used my resources, my connections, to mail in a bomb that blew up Middle Knot City off the map. The very spot you are standing at today. He ruined my reputation, and the only way to get it back was to work with the UCA.
They arrested him, but he never went to trial. Coward killed himself before that ever happened. I was furious at first, never seeing him get justice. But I thought that it was over, that his terror was over. Then Mexico happened.
I should have known better, should have known how deep his claws were. That President? The one who supposedly met Higgs at the Gate Plate during the expedition? He was working with Higgs the whole time. He was a former member of the UCA; that much was true. But he was kicked out for tampering with the Chiral Network by the time he and Higgs crossed paths. They planned the whole thing: the bombing, Higgsâ suicide. It was all a plot to set in motion their more devious plan. Turns out void out craters are not only a hotbed for BTs, but they can also be a gateway to a beach if they have the right number of souls. He was able to get Higgsâ body there before it went necro, and it had been their breeding ground ever since.
This place? Their ânetworkâ? Those very souls fuel it. The guards? Ghost Mechs with the soul of a sacrificial lamb, once deemed worthy to move up to the highest order. Higgs never came back from the other side through the Plate Gate; they made it all up! The King in Red is just another mech of his own design, a puppet he can control from the beach. Before I could even put the pieces together, they had already taken my company from under my feet. My lifeâs work, my fatherâs work, was stripped bare from me! Higgs made sure I was left with nothing and forced me to work with him once more. I should have let him kill me then, but I didnât want to give him the satisfaction. So I endured, played along. Bided my time until the perfect moment arrived, which led me to you.
You and Higgs share the same level of DOOMS, which is just enough to use you as a host for his sick ideals. The examinations they put you through, which you might have already guessed by now, were for his perversions. But it was also to see if you were capable of carrying a child. You cannot let him succeed; you have got to get out and get out fast! I donât know what sob story he has been feeding you, more than likely the same thing he fed me about not having loving parents or barely escaping from the hands of his uncle. But believe me, you cannot get sucked in further than where you already are. Whatever you've got to do to get out, do it. Take this chip to a UCA center so everyone will know the truth. And if you get killed in the process, well, I can assure you that would be a blessing compared to the fate you are about to face.â
You could feel your body shaking, using every ounce of strength you had to click the next part of the chip. Multiple windows popped up, the first being a wanted poster with Higgs right in the center. His face, his real face. Not the painted one with the blotchy white skin and golden tears, but it was still the face of someone who was clearly unstable. His hair was shorter, golden symbols tattooed on his browless forehead. His eyes were blackened by eyeliner, giving him a sort of Egyptian winged look. You click further, seeing countless pictures of the Homo Demens with Higgs leading the charge, wearing a golden skull mask. There were also journal entries; he had documented everything from his childhood to the moment he was arrested. You read every word, feeling panic bubble over you. The last part of the entry makes your skin crawl.
âThis is my destiny, I will bring The Last Stranding to this god-forsaken world. This body is of no use to me here, but there. There, I will be the most powerful. There I can the true Particle of God. And then? I will find the perfect womb to carry the Sixth Extinction Entity. Fear and Chaos will be king.â
The last few windows were articles about Extinction Entities. There had been five in the earthâs history, but it was the sixth that would bring the end of the world. That was what Higgs was after, what he wanted to use you for.
âAll caught up now?â
You feel something heavy hit the back of your head before you can react, knocking you out cold. When you woke, you werenât in your roomâŚin fact, you werenât anywhere familiar.
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The sky was dark and cloudy, with black tombstone-like plaques as far as the eye could see along the water. The whaling of unearthly creatures, creatures flying in the skyâŚgiant-sized creatures roaring out to the heavens. You look up, thousands of souls side by side interloping like computer wires hovering over your head. What was this place?
âYouâre awake.â
You jump, jerking behind you to see a man sitting on the edge of one of the plaques you were also standing on. He was idly twirling his gloved thumbs, not looking at you for a moment as he spoke.
âI was hoping to bring you here under better circumstances, butâŚFragile always made a habit of forcing my hand.â
You see him turn to you, the same face you saw on the poster, but with the hair of The King. He wore his green jumpsuit tied at his waist, his bare skin showing more golden symbols, like those on his forehead.
âSo now you know the ugly truth,â Higgs spoke again. âShould have known that bitch had something up her sleeve. Didnât even give me the satisfaction of killing her myselfâŚoh well.â
âAm I dead?â You ask, Higgs giving you a look in reply.
âOf course not, you still have a role to play after all,â he says as he moves to stand up. âAfterward? Well, that all depends on you now, doesnât it?â
He keeps his distance, neither of you moving from your spots.
âIf itâs any consolation, the things I told you before were true. Iâll admit, I did see you as just a means to an end at first, butâŚSeems I am not completely dead inside after all.â
You shake your head, only getting a dark chuckle out of him.
âLet me go.â
âNo can do there. You canât escape it, baby. Your fate was sealed the moment you agreed to be a part of my grand design. Even if you had found a way to escape, I still would have been able to find you. My network has spread far and wide, and soon the UCA will be no more. More deaths, more souls to feed my little machine. And once you give birth to our childâŚoh, then the real fireworks begin.â
âIâll kill myself before that happens,â you warn, only to get a small pout from him.
âNow, why would you wanna do a thing like that? Not too long ago, you were very willing to open those pretty legs to me, and now all of a sudden youâre getting cold feet? After everything Iâve done for you.â
âYou assaulted me!â You snap. âYou-You groomed me and made me do those things!â
âBut you liked it,â Higgs argued. âYou can deny it all you want, but I heard you moaning for me like a bitch in heat just fine from where I was sitting. And think of it this way, we can pick up where we left off here. You can get off to my actual body, not that robot puppet Iâve been parading around.â
âYouâre sick,â you point at him. âI am not going to go along with this.â
âYou donât have much choice, darlinâ,â Higgs shakes his head as he takes a step toward you. âEven if you did kill yourself, Iâll just pull you back from the seam. This place? This beach? I control it, can bend it to my very whim. And each time you do it, itâll just be super painful. You canât kill me either, so why fight it, huh?â
Suddenly, he goes in and out of sight. Grabbing hold of your throat once he blinks back into view.
âIâm trying to make this easy for you,â his voice became far too calm. âI could have it where youâre tied down to something, and I fuck you anytime I want. But that would not be very pleasant now, would it? You should be thanking me for giving you such an opportunity to be the parent of a living god. Instead of being just another wandering soul like your little buddy.â
You look up, the feeling of dread washing over you. QuinnâŚno, no, it couldnât be true.
âThey all end up another strand to the machine in the end. To make the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good. But you, you get to escape that cruel fate. You get to watch The Last Stranding come to fruition right by my side. Time is slow here; what is months for you is 10,000 years for me. And I have been more than patient, so you got two options. You either accept your part and do what I fucking say. Or I will make sure you will never set foot on the other side.â
You could feel tears roll down your cheeks, Higgs taking that as the answer he was looking for. He lets you go, stepping behind you as he wraps his arms around you.
âThere you are, good obedient vessel,â he praises. âI knew I made the right choice with you.â
You feel a hand gently brush your hair, your eyes glued to one spot despite the chaos in front of you. That one spot, a row of tombstones from a distance, was the only thing grounding you. A reminder that you were still present, still within your own body.
But your body no longer belonged to you, and all you could do was simply pray for death.

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