The Reality Vortex: Doom Saga

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"Errm... Uh, sure." Cuki held her hands out for Bernkastel to inspect. "I was gonna brew up some tea to heal these injuries but I guess a lil' magic wouldn't hurt. It would be a faster process anyways."

Cuki remained quiet for a moment and took one last glance at the Doom hologram while the Voice's words lingered in her mind.

"Thanks for that second chance, Kettles. I think we all need it and maybe during these trials some of us will learn the value of teamwork." It was clear she was a little upset about something.
 
The lich says "I was being dramatic child." Chronos got the sense he did not really have a debt as the lich make some notes in a book.
 
Doom turned to the others after his conversation was done when the deal is reached. "You should thank the Witch of Miracles for convincing me to give you incompetent fools a second chance. If you surely desire these tools, you will partake this challenge. However, I already thought of plenty of ways to counter you, so you best to bring something new. Don't disappoint Doom." Doom turned to the direction of where the voice was one last time, hinting that he was able to see the appearance of the strange being. He pressed a button on his arm, causing the hologram to disappear. The Doombot then collapsed into a million pieces, revealing that it was actually built using nothing by scraps and bolts, not even using the high-quality materials.

After Doom ended the call, Spina stood up and turned to Bernkastel. "What's the meaning of this?" He questioned. "Why the heck did you do that?"

"I'm sure that Bernkastel wanted to see something more than simple punchy!" the voice said, turning to Brachi, Majin Bara and Snow. "So, newcomers, welcome to the Reality Vortex... I assumed you have some questions. I'll kick you up to speed."
 
Brachi felt a vein pulsing in her forehead, not only was she still waiting for answers, she also noticed that the clone of Dr. Doom they fought existed out of nothing more than expired parts that would normally have been deposited by the garbage, like a bucket of bolts unfit to be used in any device she knew. 

"You just wait, Doom guy," She muttered, "You'll be eating those words once we've bested you. Then you will know the bitter taste of defeat."
 
Snow looked around then said "Only one question. How the heck did you guys not see me? I've been here just the same amount of time but was unseen or heard."
 
"There was a lot of loud noise going on not long ago, so I probably tuned you out." Bernkastel said to Snow, before turning to look at Spina.

"And what do you mean, why? Shouldn't it be obvious?" Bernkastel brushed her cold fingers across Cuki's palms, glowing particles following her fingertips along the wounds to start healing them. "I granted Vegetto's wish to bring Doom here because plenty of you wanted to escape this place. This poor pink blob can't 'help' you without those tools, no? Interestingly for you, Spina, you didn't walk away when you had the chance despite your earlier hesitance. I wonder why that is..." 

Her tone then grew cold and stern. "Due to the refusal of some of you to properly cooperate from the beginning and form a coherent strategy, it shouldn't be a surprise you couldn't stand a chance against a bucket of scrap metal. As you were just shown, power and brute strength alone means nothing against an opponent like Doctor Doom. You don't need to just 'get stronger'; power alone means nothing if you've no proper way to use it. You each need to learn how to function as a team, communicate, and act without idiotic recklessness. And most importantly, be able to think quickly on your feet and constantly adjust your team strategy as you fight. Those traits are something people on Doom's level of power have perfected into an art."

"Doom observed and analyzed us without having to physically participate. So even if it was a robot, the real one was watching you closely to see your worth. You know how that went," Bernkastel explained. "He and I aren't very different; people like us aren't interested in worthless fist fights. It's a bit more complex than that-- we like to battle with our wits too. We like genuine challenges. It's only logical that he would prefer to measure your abilities in different aspects besides mere strength. That's why I proposed a game with him-- you all get your second chance and prove him wrong, and he will acquiesce to a battle for the tools because he sees a true challenge."

"As I said yesterday, I truly did mean it when I said I would aid those who wished to leave-- not as an ally, but because I plan to enjoy this tale until I tire of it. I will thus do as I please to see it through to the end; I am a witch that can make any opponent of mine surrender absolutely... even if that opponent happens to be Doctor Doom. That means you all have to put in your best effort too. So don't let me down." She stared down anyone who looked into her eyes. "I'm not someone you want to become your enemy."
 
Vegetto's eyes followed Doom, narrowing them into slits at the look of disapproval and tilting his head slightly down, spitting a small portion in the hologram's direction. His eyes followed the bot collapsing into small pieces, yet his expression remained unchanged at the realization of the parts it was made out of. His eyes soon turned back up at eye level, scoffing lightly at the Voice's question.

"Shut up."

His head turned slightly, his narrowed eyes glaring at Cuki for a moment before turning back to Bernkastel.

"Tsk...you think you're so powerful. I still haven't seen you perform any worthwhile miracles or tell us of a great strategy to defeat this wizard yet."

He moved up to Bernkastel, towering over her and leaning down, his face hovering above hers with a strong glare.

"You were kissing a lot of ass up to this Doctor Doom. Almost as if you're full of it and not as strong as you keep telling everyone here."
 
"I'm, just as ancient as you are Lich." Chronos the Elder said still disturbed. "I mean, really. I've lived through so much time..." He looked over to Snow.

"You were in an alternate timeline, so to speak. While I could've used my powers to rescue you, I figured it would be better for you to sort out your problems with... Whoever that was. And," the Elder looked at his old and withered hand. "I needed my strength for other battles... I'm sorry."

"You refuse to let your power run without limits." The Younger said to his Elder. "You hold yourself to stupid rules, are unwilling to break out of your boundaries, and still restrict your abilities to that you can physically sustain. You still get nosebleeds from too much time manipulation." He scoffed before turning to Snow. "I was busy, couldn't help. And didn't need another psycho Vegetto."

"The trials will mean nothing. All of you are trapped in here and there's nothing you can do. Might as well let Doom do whatever he wants, maybe he'll institute effective suicide booths. As for me, well." He started to chuckle with that of a dying man's last laugh. "There's only one way to escape this inhospital realm, and seeing how I have no reason to help. You have the real Chronos, I have no reason to live, so I might as well kill myself." The Younger said producing his handgun and bringing it towards his mouth. The Elder put a hand on the Younger's shoulder.

"Please, don't. Okay, Vegetto's callous, but you saw what he could do once he learned to help. Remember, the Dread Masters? He learned to make a family, a team. Or the, first instance of the Time Patrollers. And Cuki, we finally have a purpose. Something other than just sitting and watching. Something active. Something to work for." The Elder said. The Younger sighed dropping the gun.

"Fine. But my name's not Chronos. My name is-" a lightning strike hit a skyscraper not far away. A blue lightning strike. Same color as Chronos' own time manipulation lightning.

"That's not us." They both declared in unison.
 
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