In The Abyss As A Toon Character

The dragon priestess took a deep, measured breath; her fingers twitched subtly as if to summon courage from within her. The dim light of the lamp she carried flickered against the gold embroidery, giving her an ethereal glow. She didn't know what a 'meltdown' entailed, but the oppressive energy emanating from the aspect told her that such an event was everything but pleasing.

After mentalizing, her voice, steady yet reverent, filled the cavern, "Thou are the whispers of Aqarath, and as such, thou must hearken unto the voices. I am the priestess of Aqatsha, thy ally in this realm. I mean thee no harm, yet the moment alloweth not for lengthy introductions. Our gods are bound in friendship, and I have been charged to aid thee. I beseech thee to grant me the grace to walk thy path in this place as a token for delivering thee from the untethered realms."

Dante's eyes narrowed, "..." For a moment, silence filled the cave, broken only by the distant drip of water and the faint rustling of a creeping goo.

"That's amusing because I-" Suddenly, his menacing aura flickered and dimmed, with his knees doubling over, a dark pink liquid bubbled up from his mouth. His gaze dropped to the floor, watching the viscous substance drop onto the cold stone, "My body keeps deteriorating...?"

His hands, once nightmarish blades made to tear through reality itself, now trembled as they reverted to their human form. He wiped the ominous liquid from his lips, while his mind raced, trying to pinpoint the origin of this reaction.

The voices of the surrounding players became a distant murmur, dissolving into indistinct white noise. Dante blinked rapidly as the world around him seemed to bleed into a riot of colors, "Why do I feel so weird... Everything's jagged... Too blurry..."

Color.

The realization hit him with a jolt. When had he last seen in color? His confusion deepened as the swirling questions in his mind pressed against the fragile walls of his thin sanity. Was this a side effect of pushing his powers beyond their limits? Or was it the byproduct of laughing over death?

The priestess, sensing his distress, stepped forward. "Thy soul hath become fractalized. Shouldst thou perish once more, it shall be thy final end. No system shall restore thee, and if some artifice beyond the system attempteth such, it shall demand a grievous price... mayhap the forfeiture of thy title as a player."

Fractalized?

Dante's eyes, still churning with menace, locked onto the priestess, seeking more answers.

"Thy condition is dire. Thou canst no longer wield soul-type attacks and must seek special relics to restore thy spirit. Sleep shall bring thee naught but a void of blackness. Each year, on the anniversary of thy birth, thou must perform a ritual to balance the cosmic scales, for thou hast defied death's decree. To neglect this shall invite dire consequences."

The priestess hesitated for a moment before her gaze softened with empathy, "Memory shall falter, thy abilities shall wane, disorder may take thy mind... thou art now vulnerable to soul assaults, and other afflictions may yet surface."

Dante quickly mingled in, "Can you revive other players?"

The priestess's golden eyes flickered with hesitation as she considered his small plea. After a lingering pause, she spoke with quiet resolve, "Thou are an anomaly. Thy will anchoreth thee to this realm despite the chaos and the power thou hath unleashed. It is by a slender thread that I restored thee, and such a feat cannot be repeated for thy comrades."

Her words sank into him as if the weight of a thousand mountains pressed him down like a suffocating shroud.

A purple page materialized in front of Dante, with its surface rippling with a subtle glitch effect, bringing more bad news to such a dire situation.

Fake love 100%

Fake hate 100%

His gaze hardened, and he muttered with a resigned sigh, "So what you're saying is: I'm crippled and alone."

The words hung in the air, packed with the consequences of his new reality. His eyes, flickering with frustration and defiance, shifted back to the priestess, "I need to try a few things before we continue. I can't recall the exact cheap drugs I fed this body."

The priestess opened her mouth to speak, "Dost thou-"

"I'd rather be left alone, and it's not like I'm going anywhere," his hands instinctively reached for the invisible chains constricting his throat, "If you dislike the idea, I could always try and (CENSORED)."

*CRUNCH*

In that instant, the tightening of the chains was unmistakable. Dante's body stiffened as the restraints reacted to his dark thoughts, "The order of not thinking about harming you is quite annoying..."

Dante raised slightly raised his hand slightly, and then a drop began creating in the tip of his fingers; slowly, it fell to the ground.

*Drop.*

The place was different; when did he teleport? Not even Dante could respond to that question.

Now, he found himself in a surreal landscape. The ceiling above was like a velvet blanket strewn with silver stars, twinkling softly against the inky darkness of what appeared to be the night sky.

It was a breathtaking view; it looked like the masterpiece of a genius. But as he watched, the star's realism dissolved, replaced by a crude, childlike contour drawn with the clum lines of crayons.

"I can perfectly control outside things, like before," His gaze dropped to the still water of a nearby pond, with the pink hues of his eyes staring back at the abyss that rested. He couldn't pull his gaze away from how they subtly shifted in color.

Dante raised his voice, "System. Explain why my eyes refuse to listen. I don't want this iris."

The robotic voice of the system replied, "Your body was transmuted through an irreversible process; essentially, you morphed it into this "Amalgamation." The closest resemblance is a scar, as your body is overwhelmed by the abuse of love and hate."

"Can I change it?"

"Yes," the system replied, "but it will be temporary."

He nonchalantly mumbled, "Cool." while making up some ideas on how he should tinker with this body. Right now, he has to work on trial and error until he stumbles upon a solution. "I'd like to be a man again."

His form shifted abruptly, shrinking down and reshaping itself in an instant. But as he glanced down, his eyes widened in disbelief. Instead of hands, featherless wings flapped awkwardly at his sides, and his skin was somehow still pink.

Dante's eyes quickly fell to his hands, realizing where the animal came from. "System... why am I a featherless chicken?"

The system intoned passively, "Any further problems are either a self-imposed toll or problems of your fractalized soul."

"Turn me back."

His body morphed once more, regaining its previous form before the incident. A mirror appeared before him, revealing the familiar face of Pinkie Pie; though her features were human, the constant aura that his body radiated made you know that this "thing" wasn't fully human.

"Well... I see human, I feel human and I act human... so I should be a human!" thousand of angel biblical-accurate eyes formed in his face, blinking momentrily before they quickly dissapered, "Yup, definitly I'm human!"

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Mc didn't only feed this body love and hate potions; he fed it all kinds of cheap drugs, so he is now a living experiment.

also

My internal clock is FUCKING BROKEN; I swear it wasn't more than one week.

My friends simply invited me to play, and before I realized we'd been doing this for two whole weeks.

The only reason why I stopped playing was because we got bored of playing Marvel Rivals non-stop.