User blog:Ore-samma/My Bogie (SCP-035) (Crossover) (Gender Swap)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

And now day 28 of the Halloween one-shot release!

This one was particularly special as its writing coincided with the release of the Bogie Mamono.

I saw an oppertunity to cross this one with the SCP-035 Keter Entity and ran with it.

I see this as an incomplete one-shot and it will be finished in time for Christmas!

Good things to all who wait!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

He ran.

The halls were vastly different the last time he was brought here, and his current host was blindfolded to obscure the way to his freedom. The klaxon horns blared and the lights were red, the warnings sounded of the breach of a Keter-Class SCP entity….him, or SCP 035 as those fools called him. No matter, the red lighting was nothing but setting for his next act! He would remember the movements, the motions, and the script! The world would receive his genius and never again would he be typecast into the role of a prisoner!

Wait!

He remembered this door! This was the way to the upper level! He tried the handle, but it wouldn’t budge, locked…….no matter.

He knelt over and allowed his blood to fall upon the handle, and soon the door bent, melted, and finally sloughed away.

“This is it!” he cried triumphantly, kicking the door wide and-

He screamed as he fell into a yawning void, feeling the unmistakable energies of magic and titanic dimensional ebbs and flows of reality shifting and changing.

The Foundation won at last, he couldn’t believe it would ever happen….but here it was…. It was almost…..amusing. He felt his face turn its smile and started to laugh as he continued to fall into the non spaces of existence, those unfathomable bridges between one dream and the next….one thought betwixt the seamlessness of daydreams, and the trackless eternity of fantasy.

He felt herself change as she fell, like that first drop of a catalyst into fate that would be forever changed by her smile, her sorrows, and her …..love.

(pov change)

Conner covered his head as he tried to get away from the jeering faces and voices of the other children. They took his food, they hurled insults, and at last started to push him around, throwing things, and even hitting him. But it wasn’t until he fell, and they started to hit him when he was down that he at last felt his rage ignite, and burn his soft, gentle soul.

In a flash, he saw the ankle of a boy who was kicking him. He grabbed it with both hands and bit as hard as he could, feeling a warm satisfaction from his screams of pain, and blood. He pulled the boy down and stood. He swung his hand and caught a jeering girl across the face, making her fall down in the mud.

The other children started to rush him, but Conner had enough. He fought to hurt, he fought to avenge himself, he fought to kill the people who were hurting him for no reason other than he was a war orphan. The world became a chaotic jumble of sound and sensation. The world seemed to move as  slow as a memory, yet still fast as the present.

Whatever his hands could grab or touch he brought harm to it. His rage seemed to boil in his body then without, he extended his hand and saw the expression of his rage belch forth as a fire manifesting from the seams and cracks within his shattered soul. The pain, the rage, the hurt and fear….it all became a marvelous fire that consumed the kindling he fed it; pieces of his heart and soul, and he gladly thrust it all into the inferno.

' Take it! Take it all! I shall see this world burn around me! I have known nothing but fear and loss, and if I must destroy the world to see it end, so be it! Let the entire world, innocent and guilty suffer together with me! '

He felt the darker presences wake from within the recesses of his being. They drew closer, spurred by the destruction he wrought upon the screaming voices around him.

But before they could claim him, a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned, his eyes savage, flashing and unknowing, his teeth bloody, his lips set into a vicious sneer of blood lust….met by the soft tender eyes of his mother…..no wait…..what?

“Sleep”

The boy’s eyes closed and he fell into nothingness.

(later)

“Neechan! Lady Yulande said she wants to talk to you.” Alex whispered.

Aphrodite stopped her spell and set the large chunk of debris down. She sighed, wiped her brow and smiled to Alex. “Thank you so much! Will you be okay on your own for a while?”

“Uh huh!” Alex nodded and raised his hands, taking over the task.

Aphrodite sighed and quickly entered the tent of her Lady Patron, noticing a strange lady sitting with her.

“My Lady.” She said, giving a low curtsey. “You have summoned me?”

Yulande stood and nodded, “Please, no curtseying today or for the next week. We are not on ceremony or formal occasion.” She sat back down with Aprodite and gestured to the other woman at the table.

“Aphrodite, meet Jesse-Essej.”

“A pleasure.” Aphrodite said, with a nod of her head, wearily looking at the dripping red fingers of this strange mamono. Her body was an absolute duality, dressed in elegant jester garb that reminded her of the Victorian French mimes of her husband’s world of origin. One part of her was dark, subdued, shrouded and seemed as if in agony, while the other-....

“Splendid! Absolutely splendid to meet the notable Aphrodite! You are quite the known entity around here!” She reached out her hand and turned her head so that only the milky white part of her visage was facing her.

“Um, charmed.” Aphrodite muttered, grimacing to the wetness of her handshake.

…-while the other was almost manic in its glee.

“Indeed!” Jesse continued, still holding onto Aphrodite’s hand. “Why, I have so many things to ask you and-”

“Forgive me, I have always been slow to pick up on facial expressions.” A dark, almost sinister voice hissed, making Jesse’s face take on a sudden shock. “''That’s a more sophisticated way of saying, take your filthy hands off of her. You are making Aphrodite uncomfortable''.”

Jesse gasped and looked at the dripping handshake and snatched her hand back, “Oopsie! Sorry! Sorry! I don’t always know when-”

“Silence!”

Aphrodite’ jaw slackened as Jesse’s face turned and the dark half of her visage now looked upon her. Her milk-white eye seeming to be filled with a vicious intelligence.

“''Forgive my uncouth behavior, my dear Aphrodite. I do sometimes forget myself. The Jesse part of me can be a bit much, thankfully I, the Essej portion, am quite apt at keeping myself in check.''” Her eye rolled in its socket, the dark side still facing forward. “My Lady Yulande, I believe introductions are complete, and I do not wish to keep your excessively busy schedule held up by such low matters as myself.”

Yulande shook her head. “Jesse-Essej, you underestimate yourself as always. But, I shall thank you all the same.” She looked back to Aphrodite and sighed. “First of all, thank you so much for answering my call of your Oath of Service. You, and your husband’s vow has been fulfilled and I have already increased your realm by a full Yar’beth. It now includes a snowy mountain, and I do think there is already a winter cabin there for you and your Nation to enjoy.”

She gestured to the open tent flap. “However, there is the matter of the boy who caused this destruction. This is no simple matter of mamono energy softening the child in question. His soul has been fragmented and shattered to pieces. He only knew the harshness of the world and to be quite honest….he is a danger to the existence of all.” Yulande stood and paced the room. “The curious thing of all, his innocence is fueling his rage and evil. I would have never thought it possible….but it would seem that innocence is a vastly more potent fuel for evil magic if it is corrupted in the way it has been in this boy.” She locked her eyes to Aphrodite, her words now seeming to carry a grave sentence.

“Unless this boy can be untwisted, we would have to send him to Dis.”

Aphrodite stood and cried out. “No! That must not come to pass! He is innocent! He is-” She stopped as Yunalde held up her hand.

“I know that. But, your suggestion of using a Bogey will not work. This isn’t a case where the boy is in pain and needs to be loved…..he….well….he needs to be corrected, I’m afraid.”

“This is where I come in,” Essej said, her eerie face still turned to Aphrodite. “''See, the boy technically falls under your authority…..especially since it was you who stopped him. So, in order for me to have a claim on him….you, well….you will need to give him to me.''” She turned her face so that both sides now looked at her, waiting.

Aphrodite looked from the strange mamono to her Patron.

“I brought you here, to ask you directly, Aphrodite.” Yulande sighed. “No Titania or Bogey you know of could ‘fix’ this boy…..their love will fuel his innocence, and in turn….it will fuel his need to….” Her voice trailed off, leaving much unspoken.

Aphrodite nodded, wiping her eyes. “I- I understand.” She looked up. “Where is the boy now?”

Jesse-Essej gestured. Aphrodite looked at the dim corner of the tent. The boy she stopped was bundled up, and asleep- almost seeming incapable of the destruction he wrought not too long ago. ''“For the moment, he cannot wake until you release him. It was first thought to bring him to Dis, but…..we knew what you would think about that….and so we had to contact you first.''”

Aphrodite stood and took Jesse-Essej’s hands. “You will love him, yes? You will help him, yes? I can’t stand the thought of someone so innocent to have so much pain.”

The white side face took on a gentle smile and clasped Aphrodite in her arms kissing her cheek. “Of course. I already love him…..but he has been a very naughty boy….but….I will do everything I can to help him.”

Aphrodite nodded, sniffing and taking a few deep breaths. “I relinquish my claim to you. My mansion home is sealed from my plane until you are ready to leave with him. I also impart a half-dozen fairy helpers to your cause.” She gestured and a glowing portal opened up.

“Thank you, Aphrodite.” Yulande breathed, holding onto her for a moment before turning to Jesse-Essej, “How long do you think  this will take?”

“I do believe we shall be ready in time for Christmas? Don't you think so?”

“''I do indeed! We shall bring the roasted Elk.''”

Jesse-Essej bundled up the sleeping child and stepped through the waiting portal.

Aphrodite sat down, and stared at her hands for a long time.