Rusted Mind [ABYSS SEA]

‘What caused this?’

‘Another magic nuke maybe’

‘What do you mean another?’

‘Whole reason the dark sea originally formed, nearly a thousand years ago’

‘I believe it’s something else, our sensing feels empty, and if we were to have left the war seas before the dark sea expanded we would be able to sense our way back, but this feeling of emptiness makes me believe that is gone’

‘War seas? I was-’

‘Can you all just shut up already’ ‘If you can’t shut up for atleast 5 minutes I swear I’ll remove your remnants even if it risks me, going to sleep for a few hundred more years doesn’t sound so bad’
“…”
‘Good’


There was only a single being there. They were Wearing Armour covered entirely in Rust and wore an Omen cloak sailed a ship that originally belonged to Atlanteans, sailing across the Nimbus sea, most other Atlantean ships actually ignore them, seemingly indistinguishable from actual Atlanteans.

In the eye openings for the rusted helmet there were 2 shining Dark Orange lights poking through the dark storm that surrounded the ship

A colossal whirlpool began to form barely off to the side of the ship, and even as they turned away, the whirlpool caught the edge of the ship and began to pull it in, and the ship started to flip overboard

Spirit Walk, They leaped off the ship before they could fully fall into the whirlpool, and managed to escape the range at which it could reach

‘Why were we headed towards where they Atlanteans first reached this place anyways?’

‘Want to see if there is any sentient life at all which remains over there, i doubt those beasts even in such great numbers could not wipe out the entirety of life in one part of this sea cluster, now please, would you mind remaining quiet’
The Glow flickered, a pale green, then back to dark orange


They landed roughly on the edge of the Forest of masts, some rust shedding from the armour, but red spirit energy attached itself to the shedding rust, pulling it back into place on the armour

‘This place is swarming with the Atlanteans!’

‘Did you not hear what i said to the other one? Quiet’
The glow flickered again, Pink, then back to dark Orange again

1 Atlantean approached, a lesser Mutated one, curious as to what just landed with a self crafted Spear held to it’s side

That Atlantean didn’t even know what hi em, 2 magic circles appeared, shooting twin beams of Metal through its shell head and skull, The being of Rust approached the corpse and stepped into it’s blood, this time allowing the rust to shed off it’s body and fall into the blood, and with red spirit energy it actually made the rust spread into the Atlantean, extracting the Iron from it’s blood before tearing apart the corpse from the inside out, pulling the new metal into it’s rusted form

They turned their head out towards the Sea and sat down on the edge of the rocks
It would be a while before a non destroyed Atlantean ship would get close enough to reach with Spirit step, and would have a small timeframe to take over the ship before it would also get taken by a whirlpool and crash into the rocks here

They leaned backward, starting to lay against the stone
‘Wake me when you can sense a ship close enough’

‘yet you keep telling us to shut up, perhaps we won’t wake you asshole’
“…”
The 2 lights changed to red and stayed red instead of being a flicker like the previous changes in light colour
They still remained in place, not moving

I hate having to share this body so much, better than when we first woke up at least’

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it’s good, but for stories remember to use grammar (i’m not writing a story right now so i have the divine right of laziness)!!!

I’d say that is one of my main weakpoints when it comes to writing

Lol

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Part 2, self coordination

They had laid motionless for quite some time before they sat up again. There were 2 Bright green glowing orbs scanning across the sea for the Atlantean ship approaching the forest of masts

‘There they are’

Red: ‘I’d like to have some action this time, while the asshole stays sleeping’

Back to Bright Green: ‘Go ahead’

Pink: ‘Oh I’d love to see!!!’

The glowing switches back to red as they crouch down beginning to charge energy within their legs and feet

‘Tulip, how are you so cheery, you are almost like the antithesis of what we should have felt from when we first ventured into the dark sea’

Tulip-Pink: ‘Simple!’
‘I was always interested in just how exactly things worked, how they moved and operated, seeing their insides.’

‘I also never really got to actually experience the dark sea, i sorta got struck by lightning almost immediately after going in. I heard about some of the creatures only found out there and wanted to see how differently their internals would work, but i had a lapse of judgement and sailed in while i was too weak’

‘I also had been-’

Bright Green: ‘I don’t think your story about your blissful demeanor is as simple as you say it is, i can see your mind is fucked up’

Tulip: ‘Cmon Mana, lemme keep talking’ : p

Red: ‘Never make that noise- mental image again, or maybe while the asshole is awake and I’m out, won’t care what you do while I’m gone’

They lept into the sky and began traveling with Spirit walk after reaching the peak height

Mana-Bright Green: ‘Lets just focus, about to enter combat and distractions chatting with each other won’t help’

Tulip: ‘Okie, I’ll cover our back!!!’

Mana: ‘And, I’ll watch the skies’

They land on the floor of the Atlantean ship, some Rust shedding off of their form from the weight of their impact. Red spirit energy tendrils reached out, pulling rust together into short tentacles of rust condensed with spirit energy.

They held one hand up to form a spirit wall as the captain began to magically attack them, and with the Lost sailors being nothing but an annoyance, the rusted spirit tentacles simply tore apart the crew, only leaving the lesser Atlantean quarter master and the fully mutated captain.

‘Lower end Atlanteans, simple and easy’

The captain casted a fire beam into the spirit wall before leaping up and above, trying to pass above and behind while the lesser one threw a spear

Mana: ‘Surge’
A metal circle appeared without any noticeable focus or movement from the body, spraying metal upward while still facing the lesser Atlantean, 2 of the tendrils of spirit encased rust intercepted the spear, slightly knocking it upward above them. the spear was knocked into the side of the captain holding their arms up to block the surge as they fell towards the deck.

They then dashed forward, and with an out stretched hand sent 3 spirit tendrils toward them
Tulip: ‘their still moving!’
the captain staggered to their feet while the quartermaster dodged the 3 tendrils, and Tulip did a simple blast spell to try and finish off the captain as the 3 tendrils which passed the quartermaster curved in the air, impaling the lesser atlantean through the back of the skull as they attempted to close the distance to use their claws.

Red: ‘I love this spirit stuff, my former body required tools too actually make use of this energy’

They approached the wheel and turned it hard right, making sure they don’t crash immediately after taking over. at the same time, the Spirit tendrils encasing rust started to reach into each Atlantean one by one and draining the Iron out of their blood

Mana: ‘Now to the bronze sea, I’ll take over’

Red: ‘If you insist, just don’t hand it over to Rust when they wake up’

Mana: ‘Yeah yeah Crux, i won’t. Rust already crashed us on-’

the eyes flicker to a more pale green

‘Finally off that rock?’

Mana: ‘It’s really annoying when someone wakes up while i am still speaking, or whatever mental collection this is’

The head tilts, facing upward while the arms subtly shift the wheel, making sure to avoid crashing into a 2nd whirlpool or a shipwreck

Pale Green: ‘Usually we have a pattern for at least guessing when the most minds end up being active’

Crux-Red: ‘But the stupid storm doesn’t want us to ever see that again, seeing the sun was the only good part of our resurrection and it’s fkin gone again’

Pale Green: ‘At some point, we should actually start getting to know each other’

Crux: ‘Excluding the bossy one’

Mana: ‘Plix does have a point, and we can’t exclude them, if we keep arguing with each other not understanding each other, we will only end up messing up more outside of our little connection groups of like what, 4-8 minds that find each other tolerable’

Tulip: ‘I’d love to learn about all of you!’

Plix-Pale Green: ‘Over time, not all at once or we will just end up forgetting. Even in this magical mind void we still need to process the information and our thoughts’

Crux: ‘… alright, fine. We can start moping around about our-’

Plix: ‘You don’t need to be so sarcastic’

Mana: ‘How about we dock at the next island and we stop arguing with each other in this one body, Rust will probably wake up by then as well, and probably some of the other minds’

Tulip: ‘Sounds good!!’

Plix: ‘Agreed’

Crux: ‘Only so we may collect our thoughts’

Mana: ‘Then it’s settled, i don’t want our skull to ache cause we keep arguing, we are all stuck in this body so we need to get an understanding of each other’

Plix: ‘For whomever is actually conscious anyways, everyone at once would just be a headache waiting to happen’

Tulip: ‘When will we get to a place we can talk about our issues at anyways?’

Crux: ‘please don’t say it like that- we are nit talking about our issues’

Mana: ‘Perhaps you can all rest, I’ll steer the ship’

Plix: ‘I barely got up tho-’

Mana: ‘I’d prefer to keep things quiet, and the fewer of us are awake at a time the better, almost all of the now dormant minds are actually nothing but nonsense’

The mental presence of Tulip and Crux begin to fade towards the back of their mind, having actually listened to Mana

Plix: ‘Well I’m not going, at the very least I’ll take a look at the environment, i wasn’t from this sea’

Mana: ‘Fine, just be quiet’

Plix: ‘I will be’

“… … …” The most that happens are more whirlpools tornadoes and some waves, silent the entire way through, with the silhouette of an island appearing on the horizon

Next stop, wind row island. And they they will then have more schizophrenic thought conversation

-Amuka, the Abyssal Poet

this reminds me of golden freddy and v1 ultrakill for some reason

I mean, they are healing off the blood like V1 sorta

Possibly the possession with more than a single mind(?)
(Idk as much of the fnaf lore, everything i get is pretty random-)

Pretty much the whole ‘two consciousnesses in one body fighting for control/bickering the entire time’ troupe

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Part 3, unappetizing

An Atlantean ship parked at the western edge of the island, but the scent was only that of 1 individual. Perhaps lost their crew, or hijacked by some survivor?

The members of his “Pack” told him the details shortly after it’s smell appeared.

Strong, a particularly strong smell of blood, bleeding perhaps? Seemingly a mixture of all sorts of things however, “Alpha” had to get closer. Perhaps he could get a more accurate sense of smell and identify what it was exactly, or actually see what the ship belonged to


They sat at a unlit campfire, sitting on the ground facing it was if it were burning, 1 leg curved with the right arm grasping the knee with no real strength while the other kept straight

Tulip: ‘Finally can talk about our issues!!’

Crux: ‘Never said that, only to get to know each other’

Dark Purple: ‘… Island is greatly populated, does not seem safe’

White: ‘Yeah.. can’t really get to knowing each other if we get attacked again’

Mana: ‘Please relax, Atlanteans rarely attack us anyways, they are more likely to fight each other for food before they go out of their way to face us’

Rust-Dark Orange: ‘I’d like to go fight those beasts, you didn’t wake me up like i asked’

Crux: ‘Cause your an a-’

Mana: 'No arguing we are supposed to be talking about ourselves so we can argue with each other less’

the eyes flick pink, but only for half a second before flicking off to red instead

Crux: ‘Not talking about my emotional problems Tulip’

Tulip: : (

White: ‘How-’

Rust: ‘Get used to it, Tulip can just project mental images up here while you go dormant, surprise

White: ‘.. I don’t think i want to keep thinking, just put me back into whatever dormant? State i’m in normally’

Mana: ‘We still need to get to know each other, at least compared some of the other minds currently dormant you wake up the most often. So i took the liberty to wake you up for this, Quala was it?’

Quala-White: ‘Yeah, that is my name’

Plix: ‘Alright Quala, while we are focused on you, why do you always seem to be focused upward?’

Quala: ‘I’m scared i might see one of my sisters again in this shared form, there is no way they would be able to know I’m here-’

Mana: ‘Sisters-?’

An extended pause began, waiting for Quala to respond before it gets awkward

Quala: ‘I was- am, a Siren, i-’

Crux: ‘HUH-’

Rust: ‘Agh- don’t put your full mind voice into that’

Dark Purple: ‘Surprise not high’

Tulip: ‘Could you not be so enigmatic and weird? your not even speaking the correct way’

Mana: ‘Okay so how many other— non-humans are sharing this walking corpse’

Dark Purple: ‘more than 1, others are sure’

Mana: ‘Think you meant unsure-’

Tulip: ‘You aren’t a human either dark purple guy?’

Rust: ‘Actually, did we ever get the name from them?’

Dark purple: ‘Kept name to self, language learning still’

Quala: ‘I have a guess for what they are, there are not that many beings which don’t share the same tongue as us’

Crux: ‘So- miss Quala, i’d like to hear your guess?’

Quala: ‘Dragon? they are smart but don’t communicate much-’

Dark purple: ‘Separated for 1000 under years, i was born after separation’

Rust: ‘So we got a young—’

Dark Purple: ‘Adolescent’

Rust: ‘Adolescent dragon in this corpse with us? Well, what is your name draggy boy?’

Dark purple: ‘Don’t speech to me like that again, my name Fanga, parents un-creative’

Crux: ‘I can tell, Fang with-’

Fanga: ‘obvious not need explain’

Tulip: ‘Hope you can learn to improve your grammar soon! I want to hear about how you died sometime’ : D

Fanga: ‘Long species live, learn over big time normally, takes much effort for quick learn, basic first, gram-mar not now’

Plix: ‘got it, at least you are mostly understandable at your current level’

Quala: ‘Yeah.. with how the dark sea is, the madness the world induces. Communicating with a race you wouldn’t know how to identify the insane from. and with language barriers, unable too—’

Fanga: ‘communicate, lack understanding, confuse speech with screeches, sentences normal to the sentences rambling. be sorry or better safe?’

Quala: ‘..Yeah’

Quala tilts the head upward, toward some of the high ledges just above them


The smell was much stronger

Atlantean, the blood of many atlanteans of various specific mutations

He was above their position, gazing upon the being below

Despite all the blood, none of it was visible.

The smell contained atlanteans of a much larger size to this thing, it could not be an atlantean itself, yet it seems to hold no smell of its own, just the blood from countless dead who had not chosen to become a beast, and now family to be bound with

This thing had no actual blood, no real flesh. None of the blood “Alpha” could smell actually belonged to the creature below

Attacking it would be a mistake. Then it’s head begins to tilt upward
Unappetizing

he slowly backs off, not looking away till the ledge of the cliff fully hides his own view of that monster

None of his “Pack” would be allowed to engage with that thing, there would be nothing worthwhile to gain from this


Tulip: ‘Ohh what was that thing? looked fluffy’

Fanga: ‘I never see Atlantean not sea food based before’

Plix: ‘Looking sorta like those shadow wolfs? Just on 2 legs’

there was a flicker of Cyan, though the thoughts of that mind were not projected

Rust: ‘Well, they are not attacking, in fact they went away from us, don’t really care if they don’t become a problem for us’

Mana: ‘Right.. did we waste our time here? we didn’t really get to talking about each other much’

Quala: ‘No- i- we did still talk a bit, less arguing than normal- got to actually know more names than i did before, we didn’t waste time-’

Tulip: ‘And we discovered a new variant of Atlanteans!!! Fluffy Atlanteans’

Crux: ‘You are a fuckin wildcard Tulip, you are like that weird kind of crazy where people will think you are a child at first till you start talking abt all the fucked up shit’

Plix: ‘I agree- but lets just stop please-’

Fanga: ‘Argue does good not, lets enter captain ship quarters and rest’

Mana: ‘I would like that, sailed the whole way here and apparently even without flesh you can feel tired’

They start to sit up, some rust flaking off the body before spirit energy pulls them around and pulls it back into their rusted form

Crux: ‘Where do we plan on going when we wake up though? I’d rather not discuss for 20 minutes after waking up about where to go’

Fanga: ‘Capital island country?’

Crux: ‘Likely littered with Atlanteans, might be annoying to move anywhere’

Quala: ‘What about a tall island?’

Plix: ‘Maybe that could work? Shell island is a bit further off though, nearly halfway across the sea’

Mana: ‘If anyone has complaints make them now, We will be headed for shell island after we have our rest’

no thoughts were projected, none of protest

Mana: ‘Good, quick and easy, not even 5 minutes, and you were worried about 20 Crux’

“…”

they entered the captain quarters of the ship, and sat down in the chair before zoning out, fading for their “momentary” rest