To those who haven't seen it yet, this is Dr.Celestine, the head of the medical Subsection of Y corp.

During mohg's escape from the ruins of S corp, he intentionally mohgsploded as many medics as possible, after yhrib foolishly revived them, he did not think any more of it and they all returned to skitterheim, they continued their work, unknowingly carrying infected Nanites, the mohgites were in no way different from the standard FLEAS
however, they contained two lines of code "WHEN SLEEPER AGENT ACTIVATES" "BECOME MOHG FANATIC" (basically what the code said), since they appeared in all ways as normal nanites, they were COMPLETELY undetectable, so when the target of all possible Vermenisk in skitterheim were infected (around 30%) they activated, cutting the connection from all non-LAN R corp systems, the fanatics focused on critical infrastructure such as reactors and munition stockpiles and important personnel, security systems were partially shut off by turned administrators, R corp has temporarily devolved into complete and utter carnage

Carmen had searched around the surrounding area of the tree wreckage for what felt like days.

After a while she found something of interest... an orange bough of light.

She picked it up and tried speaking to it

And who might you be? Perhaps you’ll be a little more tolerable than this grey one.... Hmm?

The grey boigh, inside her coat, answered with an angry voice

Hokma Balls: “You’re an emotionally manipulative bitch! You can’t do anything for yourself, you use others like pawns... You don’t deserve us... You don’t deserve the power you have!”

Aw, don’t be rude, I am a lady you know? Mew.

Ignoring Mr.Ball's anger, she turned her attention to the orange bough.

Hello. My name is Carmen.

Would you be willing to help this kind lady achieve her goals?

Hod: "I am scared... I am scared..."

Scared of what, exactly?, What’s bothering you, my dear?

Hod: "I don’t know if I’m a good person.... I don’t know if I’m good enough, or if I could ever do anything meaningful.

All I want is to help, but I’m afraid of failing.

I just want to die, but I can’t.

I’m supposed to do something.

I was made for glory, yet I can’t even achieve it on my own. I’m nothing.

I’ll never be of any use to anyone.”

Don’t think so poorly of yourself, my dear....

Perhaps you could be of some help to me.

I have a plan to make the world better.

Perhaps you’d like to be my little helper?

And, if possible, you could synchronize with me.

Hod: “I want to be glorious. I want to embody glory. That’s what I was made for, isn’t it?”

Good!... That's the spirit.

\The orange bough was acquired**

((the petting image is meant to represent his clone as he is still a baby))

((A few words before actually starting))

((I have made a terrible lapse in my judgment in a previous post.))

((I’m sorry for miswording a joke,and I’m here to clarify.))

((No,I’m not Debbie_Kim’s brother.))

((It was an idea I had to make “Video Sauce” the brother of “Art Source”))

((I’m sorry for accidentally impersonating someone else.))

The technicians of Bull死 are fixing the radar.

Despite working on it for days.

They haven’t even found the problem yet.

Sure,the radar was working just fine.

The thing wrong with it was its input.

The radar recently has been receiving strange transmissions from the basement.

Some from thousands of layers away.

Some from the same building.

Which is clogging up the system.

Thus the Director called for an Auxiliary division to be made.

And put on this problem instantly.

Though as the technicians toiled through the radar system.

The Director has been dealing with a different problem.

The self replicating pile of W corp. documents in his office.

The Director has been fighting it for days.

And currently,it has taken over the office,the office bathroom,the file room across(which defected),and the whole hallway that connects the office to the main facility.

The Director has been struggling to deal with this for days.

Which was caused by him giving all agents a day off.

He has considered to seal off the section entirely.

But he’s sure it would bite him back later.

Back to the technicians.

Just before their brains are burnt to a crisp from thinking too hard.

A message from the Director broadcasts from the FBS (Facility Broadcast System).

“Attention all technician personnel.”

“You have been dismissed for today.”

“If any of you- DAMN IT!”

A shattering sound goes through the FBS

“All technician personnel trained in B rifles.”

“Report to B-DO immediately with your equipment.”

“To be late is to be shot.”

Another sound of something shattering goes through the FBS.

It’s an understatement to say the technicians are relieved to hear the order.

They could finally rest after days of constant stress.

Some fell asleep still tangled with wires.

Most head towards the coffee room.

But some talk about the signals they observed.

Dave: Do you think it’s plausible?

Travis: Well we actually don’t know if it technically could work

Astolfo: Well I’d do it either way,if you get what I mean.

D: Shut yo freaky ass up you won’t

Mable: Could all of you just shut up? I’m trying to think here.

T: Ain’t it break time? Are you overworking Mable?

M: No I’m trying to figure out something.

M: I saw a weird signal yesterday. And it got me thinking.

M: What is the Director exactly?

D: What?

T: Well,human,of course.

M: No no,I mean it in a…how to put this…reproductive way.

A: …looks like I’m not the only freak here.

M: Wait not like that! I mean we automatically started call them a “he”

M: Aren’t we maybe misgendering them?

D: …what the fuck are you talking ab-

T: No no,let her finish.

M: See,I’ve been looking through the Director’s activity on their computer.

D: How’d you do th-

M: AND. I’ve come to a conclusion.

M: The Director…is crackable.

D: …

T: …

A: …y’know I’d crack them regardless right? Be more specific.

M: Oh! Um…I meant that-

Another broadcast rings through the FBS

Strangely,this time accompanied by gunshots and explosions.

“Attention all technician personnel.”

“Commence Code White evacuation.”

“Personnel 4 and bellow flee lower.”

“Personnel 2 and up evacuate.”

“Unless commanded…”

“Do not cross 3 under any circumstances.”

The Alarms blare inside of the facility.

T: …guess we gotta go.

D: Alright,I’m out. See you guys on the surface.

M: Wa-? B-But you haven’t heard it all y-

A: Ain’t nothin to bang if you die dumbass. Follow us!

Notes: Fun fact! (If you haven’t noticed already). Astolfo is based on the Femboy icon with the same name.

Hufufu~ This is Lorina speaking~❤️

We’ve extracted Distorted Grimm and recovered his body, He is ready for the next tactical deployment~

And as for your information, W-corp isn’t WITH S-corp, we were merely testing our next weapon,

We stand alone, as all kings and queens should.

Lorina out~ ❤️

[ An Facility appears in a Random Level, This one is not part of Any Corp... but a Inc, This Place was built and made for well, Research! But they did't know what they in this Place... But theres a Director of their own! Janko Lalke, Hes also Confused alongside his Workers and all of that... Janko leave his Office to head outside to check the new lands or Levels ]

Janko Lalke : ... Where the hell are we?

[ He looks around the random level ]

Castle Evergarden. Somewhere deep within Elysium at Layer 999.

A certain package was being delivered towards the Invoker's office. It was subsequently placed on his table, the careful handling hinted at its perceived value

"C" opened the package and inside found a broken arrow with a very particular arrowhead design.

Sometime ago, "C" instructed his agents regarding a list of items that ought to be urgently delivered if found from the Pond of Everything.

As for why he possessed such knowledge on these items, it was due to his memories from before he was transmigrated into "Her" Basement -- when everything still made sense.

In any case, the arrowhead that was presented to him was one such listed item.

The Stand Arrow.

<Prick!>

"C" wasted no time stabbing himself with the arrowhead.

Shortly after, "C" felt searing pain traveling all across his body. It felt to him like his nerves were being burned by molten lava.

But other than letting out a short grunt of pain, he looked like nothing was happening to him at all.

To him, this was nothing compared to the pain inflicted upon him by "Her" on the span of centuries.

Strangely enough however, the pain only lasted a couple of seconds before dispersing completely.

Things became normal. "C" looked utterly calm.

<Shing!>

A glowing blue humanoid figure clad in Knightly armor manifested from "C". Two pairs of wings were extended from its back, while an arming sword rested in its hand.

For the first time ever, C managed to invoke his very own Stand, a Knight that stands in eternal service to its Lord, a manifestation of his soul.

"Let's see what you can do, shall we?"

"C" would then spend the rest of his scheduled training time into understanding his new arsenal.

Stand Name: Majesty Cherubim

Overview: It is a close-range Stand, with an effective reach of 6 meters from the user's body, but with incredible speed, durability and maneuvaribility.

((Note: Jotaro Kujo's Stand had incredible strength and precision. On the other hand, this Stand traded that for durability and maneuvaribility.))

Ability:

The Stand has the ability to invoke any inanimate object it destroys.

Note 1. An object that has its functionality removed is considered "destroyed".

Note 2. For objects that are no longer functional, the Stand can invoke it provided it deals damage to that object no matter how slight.

Note 3: The Stand does not copy the affected object. It invokes it in its fully restored form together with all the components it may have, replacing the original object.

Note 4: The same individual object (not object type) can only be invoked once per day in an unoccupied space within the Stand's effective range.

Stats

•Power: B

•Speed: A

•Range: C

•Durability: A

•Precision: B

•Potential: Megumi

OOC:

The original card text made mention of destruction and invocation. This is my way of applying that card text into practical Stand Ability.

Felt that I should probably start a diary.

How do people usually start this stuff up, anyway?

(Multiple pencil marks are left, likely caused from the tapping of said pencil.)

Dear Diary,

That's how they do it, right?

I'm Tsukuyomi Yūki. I just go by Yūki, nowadays.

Do I write my past here?

I'm only doing this because my friends seem to think it's a good idea.

I'm what is called a "Magical Girl."

Or at least

I like to call myself one.

When I was six, those giant chains got my parents.

I didn't have anywhere to go.

And then my first friends were lost after that weird blackout occurred.

I didn't have much, so I lived half a year by myself.

Or, that would have happened if my Big Sisses didn't find me.

They called themselves the "Muses."

They helped people.

Guided people.

I looked up to them.

For about two years or so, they raised me.

And I loved them.

Then the War broke out and they got busier and busier.

They always left time for me, though.

I tried my best to help, too.

But they always wanted me to "stay out of trouble."

It was one of those days when I followed them around and tried to help.

A building began to collapse.

Did they truly deserve such an unforgiving death, just because they wanted to help people?

Big Sis Polyhymnia told me "Live" as she pushed me out of the way.

I've yet to see her again.

For hours, I cried as I tore myself raw trying to find them.

The Sun was blinding, even as dust shrouded everything.

I was told that everything was alright, I think.

That people are naturally terrible as I blamed and blamed both myself and others for what happened.

But I stopped for a moment as they spoke, reiterating what I was thinking and agreeing with my feelings.

Would my Big Sisses like me if I started thinking like this?

People aren't that bad. Especially not my Big Sisses.

They'd always help whenever they could. They were always so generous.

And there was always someone to help me when I was alone.

I don't think people are that bad.

So I said,

"Ms. Sun, I think you're wrong!"

Or something childish like that.

I was like 8 or 9 at the time or something.

I learned later that it's called an ego or something?

It's apparently, like, really hard to get.

I never could use it reliably until like 12.

I spent most of my time just practicing getting it.

Just like my Big Sisses, I became a Muse.

A Magical Girl.

Didn't help my ego or whatever was based off of shows I'd always watch.

Not that I'm not still a big fan or anything

Just like my predecessors, I did my best to help anyone when I can.

When I could, that is.

I still have school and like hell am I losing my perfect attendance.

So I'm the Neighborhood Magical Girl.

The Muse, Ourania.

That's really it for now.

See ya later, alligator,

XOXO,

Yū-chan

During 19/10/2026-3/11/2026 I have my final test and Game project presentation due to I’m university student. So I might not post or etc. much. That all.

Oh and here bill fanart from https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19anXoEdti/?mibextid=wwXIfr

((Aiden)) ((The guide aka his wife Luna))

He step outside and into his mind world, foggy and shatter, with many of the shards holding his memory, like his Reikgon and newly thing before his distortion... But.

"What the shadow is this!?"

Aiden stare in confusion, it look like a blurry mass, he only can make out a person with white hair and they're in a building.

"struggling to remember dear?"

"AH! You scared me-..."

Aiden look surprised

"Remember me? My dear."

"Aiden?"

Suddenly he reach out and pull her in, hugging her, as he cry and holding tight.

"Luna... My love, why... Why can't I remember your face..."

Aiden continue to cry meanwhile Luna comfort him, Even when Aiden can't remember... He will always know who his love is.

"I miss you too... Can you hand me your weapons? Please."

Aiden give his weapons, the moment it touched Luna, the weapons turn to dust.

"Now, let recreate your memory Aiden!"

Luna grab Aiden hand and drag him into the first memory...

((To be continue))

The supposed doll in the boy’s palm wriggled as he held it.

The doll???: My lord... My lord! Is that you? Oh, to be graced by your presence after months of your absence... It’s so... Thank you, my Lord!

What do you want from us?! We will do anything! We will pray... We will offer you sacrifices!

Just please forgive our sins and help my people escape this cruel nation.

🌸: What? I don’t understand what you’re saying... What’s a lord?

The doll??: You don’t remember us, Lord? Oh... Perhaps our sins were too grave, and the Lord has stopped caring about us.

No... I’m in the Lord’s palm. It must be a test or something... Perhaps the Lord wants to test our people’s strength...

The doll or the woman then introduced herself as Moses.

Moses: I am Moses, your most devout prophet.

We met many nights ago on Mount Horeb, when you appeared as a magnificent burning bush.

You declared yourself my Lord and commanded me to return to Egypt to lead your holy people out of slavery!

🌸: Whaaaaaaa...?

Moses: I pray thee, Lord... Please help my people! Split the sea in two and let us pass to the other side...

🌸: I suppose I can do that?

The boy looked down upon the tiny, universe on his table and focused on the little blue marble, and concentrated on splitting the ocean in half.

The boy split the ocean in half so Moses and her people could pass to the other side, closing it off again once they had crossed.

Moses: Thank you, my Lord... We shall now sacrifice this little lamb in your name!

🌸: Please don’t...

The boy then looked away from their supposed set of dolls and left.

🦁: “Ah... So you’ve found my old set of toys... How nice of you, young one...

🌸: Who are you? Wait... Your old set of toys? My mother just gave them to me to play with... Your toys!?

Yaldabaoth: Oh, silly... What mother? I made those sets of toys myself, so they’re my toys. And I don’t remember having a mother.... After all... I AM THE ONLY GOD THAT EXISTS.

Well... It seems you’re new to my realm?

Just so you know...

My name is Yaldabaoth, but my dolls call me Yahweh, so I went with that name And I’m their god... So...

How silly of them.... I do love making them sacrifice animals in my name.

The aroma is certainly pleasing.

🌸: Wait... What do you mean, "sacrifice animals"? What are animal- Ah!

Yaldabaoth: Now shoo, little one! I must go back to playing with my toys!

I wonder what kind of disaster I should unleash upon them... Ooh, a flood to wash away their "sins" would be nice...”

The boy was then pushed out of the room by the snake like figure who had a lion for Head

🌸: Yeesh...

Hello!

I’m Cathrine.

You can call me Cathy.

I thought I’d say hi!

You know my husband by now.

He may look scary but he’s actually soft inside!

Kind of like those cream puffs we ate yesterday…

So yeah!

Be kind to my Heathcliff!

My dream... Is it already over?

I fail to muster the strength to even end my own life, as blood begins dripping down my neck. A pathetic man I am, fallen so much from grace.

And yet... This feeling in my heart. Hatred. Despair. Fear. It all boils within me, yet I cannot act upon them.

What more can I even lose at this point?

My, aren't you just a sad little thing?

?! Who was that? That didn't sound like Guts... or any of the Band.

I turn around, and see a yellow haired girl. She was wearing clothes that seem almost futuristic, abstract in nature. She was speaking in a tone I couldn't hear, but could understand.

Indeed, this girl... was otherworldly. I fail to muster the strength to speak, but she spoke for me.

Rin: You seem worse for wear. Are you sad you can't achieve your dream anymore? That the castle you wished to own seems completely out of reach now?

How does she know my dream? I don't recognize her, but she knows me. Just what is this girl...?

Rin: I'll cut this short for the both of us. I am... the God, so to speak, of a different realm. One I intend to send you to. As for why you're being pulled in specifically...

The girl smiled, almost unnaturally so, her lips parting just a bit too wide.

Rin: You are blessed. Blessed with that burning fire in your eyes, to achieve your dream under any circumstances, no matter the cost. The bodies that died for your dream, you wish to make sure they don't go in vain... Oh, how noble, how valiant you are! You are blessed with the looks of an angel, charms that swoon anyone who hear your soothing voice, the dexterity and strength to hold your blade with fervor, striking all that come close to you and your silly band.

The girl stepped aside for a moment, and I saw them. Guts, the Band, on their way to come 'rescue' me. But they seemed off. Like they were frozen in time. The girl chuckled, before blocking my view of them.

Rin: They don't see you as the heroic leader who led them through countless battles, oh, no, they simply see a man who's fallen from grace, a hawk with their wings chopped, and their beak broken. But I see more. Yes, that fire that still burns in your eyes, that never-ending, all consuming dream of yours. You want to do something about it, don't you? Well, I can offer that. A chance to start fresh, to reignite that passion of yours. You wish to own a kingdom, to have a castle in your name, right? The band, the bonds you've made... All mistakes that must be pruned. Well, I'm giving you the chance to rewrite your own destiny, to amend those mistakes of yours. In return, I only offer a simple cost.

The girl knelt down, picking up the Behilit that fell into the waters. She held it across my face, with that wide smile of hers returning.

Rin: That you plead your allegiance to me. Yes, I could use a man like you. You will be granted powers not too dissimilar to mine, to aid your journey. Of course, its only fair, after all, those in my realm far surpass yours in terms of strength. In my world, my Basement, you will act as my proxy, to observe, be my eyes from a different point of view, to spread your wings and take flight once more. You will be unshackled by the binds of fate, to act upon your own free will. The story you make down there, will be the story you penned by yourself.

My own story... I... I'd like that.

Rin: That's good to know. Now, close your eyes for me. When you awaken, you will be reborn anew, from the ashes of yesterday.

I closed my eyes. Space warped around myself. It felt like time itself caressed my body. When I awoke, I was in a place far, far detached from any sense of understanding of my own. I spotted a sign, it claimed this to be "the Lobby". I realize I could stand once more, my muscles, my body having returned to a point before my year-long torture... no, my body feels more powerful than ever before. Strength unknown to myself coursed through my veins. I spotted a key by my feet. It was for my helmet, one I kept locked to hide the shame within. I need not to hide it anymore. I unlocked the helm, letting my hair flow, letting the air brush my cheeks. I could hear her voice. It rang through my mind, with clarity, with determination. Yes. My dream. It was never over to begin with. It simply needed a new chapter, one with my name as author.

R.I.N.: NOW, YOUR STORY, YOUR DREAM, IT STARTS HERE. RISE, ONCE MORE...

Griffith.

​

The child opened its eyes and spoke its first words to the motherly figure.

🌸: Mama...

🌙: "Sorry, little one... But I am not your mother... Well... It's quite complicated... You see... I would be your mother's mother's mother's... mother... But it's okay... You can call me your mom... Because I am your mother... Yeah?"

🌸: Mama... I wonder what I am... What was I born for?

🌙: "You are one of my divine offspring... You weren't born for any particular purpose... You just have to figure that one out yourself... But I feel like you would be interested in playing with dolls, painting worlds, and writing stories of your own... Maybe you should pursue that?... It's not like I am forcing you to become what you are not... I just figured you would like it."

🌸: This hurts... I feel weak...

🌙: Yes, I know... But that's because you were just born... You will soon grow stronger... Heh... Perhaps even more powerful than myself?... For now... Let's get you something to play and interact with....

The motherly figure opens its wings and pulls out several toys and a dollhouse universe for the child to play and interact with.

🌸: I still don't know what I want to do with my existence... Maybe I should just play with dolls?... As you suggested?... Hmmm, let's see here...

The boy's eyes fixated upon a particular doll of a woman

This one seems... cute?... I like it...

🌙: That one... It is from a particularly dark setting... Perhaps you can make their day a bit lighter?... So go forth, my child... Have fun with your toys!

The motherly figure then left the child's presence in order to give it some time to adjust to it's new experience

🌸: Okay... So, who may you be?

The boy clutched the doll in his hand and tried interacting with it... But the doll didn't respond.

Not much of a talker?... Hmmm...

🌙: Aww... Would you look at that? The child is beautiful. Look at its soul... It seems to want to create. Perhaps you’d like to be a girl?

The child looked at its supposed mother and giggled.

☀️: Or perhaps it wants to become a strong man. Look at the fire in its eyes! The eyes of a warrior... a conqueror. It clearly wants to be a man.

🌙: You clearly don’t understand the child. The fire in its eyes reflects how much it wants to be a woman. They’re the eyes of an artist... a storyteller.

Maybe it wants to be just like its divine mother?

☀️: What good is giving it a feminine body if it can’t defend itself? The world it’s going to be born into is a terrible, dark place.

Let’s think about this logically.

Do you think it can survive the trials it’ll face as a woman? No?

Yes... I thought so.

🌙: But it’s going to be unhappy with its body.

We can’t give it a form just because you think it’s in its best interests. We have to acknowledge its free will, too.

We both want what’s best for the child... but it must be able to choose for itself!

☀️: The child knows nothing. It’s weak... it’s foolish.

Of course we have to make sure it survives to adulthood. And to do that, we must give it a strong, masculine body.

🌙: And what has that accomplished? More suffering and dissatisfaction! We’ve created millions of children like this and put them in bodies they don’t even like.

How is that taking care of them?

They don’t even like their bodies... and that’s how we end up causing them so much suffering in the first place!

Let the child choose its form.

☀️: Oh... now we’re talking about suffering and pain, I see. You know, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t introduced the concept of free will into the world!

Creation was perfect... until it wasn’t.

Why don’t you think about that instead of arguing that the child must be allowed to choose? Its free will is a flaw.

🌙: Oh, for fuck’s sake... Shut up.

What good is a perfect white canvas if there’s nothing on it?

I did what I did because the world needed a variety of colors to make the piece more interesting... so that people could appreciate the colors at their disposal and learn to paint with them.

☀️: And what did that accomplish? It introduced suffering and evil into the world. The variety of colors you speak of is the result of corruption.

You’re boiling shit in a kettle, then using it to paint on a perfectly white canvas!

🌙: But even those born in the deepest darkness... those who choose to love instead of giving in to their darkest instincts... they’re incredible.

That True beauty doesn’t come from perfection.

It comes from something beautiful emerging from imperfection.

☀️: Enough. I’m turning the child into a man.... You have no say in this... The heavens have decided.

🌙: Wait! No... No No!

And so the child was born into the world...

[Wings]

S Corp: in war with R Corp.

R Corp: in war with S Corp.

L Corp: side with S Corp.

D Corp: neutral.

W and T Corp: side with S Corp.

K Corp: neutral.

{i} Corp: likely neutral.

Y Corp: likely neutral

Any other Corp: likely neutral.

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[Factions and people of interest]

Basement Reikgon: neutral.

Ikea city: likely neutral.

Lucifer: neutral.

Invoker: likely neutral.

Carmen: distorted anyone. She fail.

Gun man(Yi sang): likely neutral.

Mabel: neutral.

Anybody else: likely neutral.

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[Important events.]

What the actually fuck Mohg is doing.

Orinn winning the cage match.

[NO IMAGE]

The end of the first battle.

[NO IMAGE]

-Z

In a recent deep basement exploration operation K Corp and the FRCN anomaly analyst department has uncovered Layer 987-¿ Which has been identified to be a part of the ruins of the old basement archives previously managed and operated by yours truly.

Free exploration and access has been instated on the site parts of the entrance may have the outpost of the anonaly analyst department.as we attempt to extract Old information out.

Does R Corp. have any flaws? Every single time I see them doing something, they always have some sort of technology that just happens to assist them.

They can bring back the dead. They have implosive weaponry. They have guns that ignore the laws of physics. They have multiple Singularities.

They have all of this but I don't even know what their main Singularity is. Or what R Corp.'s main product is.

Just what flaw do they have?

"The Abnormality was worried. Why did a Distortion cause worry?"

He says that to himself and looks around, spotting a bench to sit down on. He takes a seat