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12-31-2025, 10:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-31-2025, 10:43 PM by skinstealer.)
You directed your finger toward the third card, then followed by a shift toward the first,
Then... pulling back, a little unsure and indecisive.
Godhead shot you a hell of a mean look suddenly.
Dr. Godhead: I don't got all day for this, you gonna pick a card or not?
Pato: Whatever I pick is life or death, right?
Dr. Godhead: Mm..
Pato: Lust feels like the best long term, but I gotta beat you now... Aeon feels like it knows me too much.
Dr. Godhead: They're just tarot cards kid, not even the full deck. Whole point is you cling on to some imagery to form the proxy around. Parlor trick that gives meaning to the whole thing, don't-
Pato: Something feels wrong- I don't know how to explain it-!
Dr. Godhead: You're nervous, Dante should've never sent a kid. I swear to god.. if you can't make a choice I'm gonna ask you to go home and never come back. You got no idea what you're up against, or what'll happen if you kill me. Though frankly, at this point, I'd be half okay with that...
You stood up from the table, your body felt sickly hot and feverish.
Vision blurring, nauseating.
A voice in your head screaming, choking you, pressing its hands down against your head and neck.
If you can't decide, let me..
Your hand was forcibly slammed down on the table.
Both options were scooped up.
Dr. Godhead: ..What are you doing? You having a meltdown-?!
???: I'm picking cause this little shit can't decide.
Godhead backed up, head tilting toward the other room.
Godhead: Why don't you step out and get some air, yeah? Go home, forget about the whole thing. Keep the proxy on the house if-
The table ignited, the two cards stretched and tore into a pair of mechanical forms, both incomplete.
Godhead: Two of them...? Kid, you can't have more than one proxy-
???: My rules are not yours!
Godhead immediately tried to intercept the ritual.
One of the phantom constructs sucker punched him, leaving him out cold.
Pato: Stop-!
???: You signed up to kill him, right?
Pato: I didn't sign up for the rest-
???: You thought it'd be easy, kill a old man for the power to change the world around you. Tried to make it sound so simple to yourself, right?
![[Image: Proxy%20Ritual%201.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/NewCrankshafrt/Proxy%20Ritual%201.png)
[image description: Two mechanical beings with abstracted humanoid designs tearing each other apart, one with tendrils coming out of its neck and joints and the other with a cloak]
The proxies both started ripping into each other.
Pato: Wait, what are you-
???: Making my own choices!
One began to dig its tendrils into the other-
You tried to jump in only for your whole body to go ice stiff.
Your muscles were too tight, forced to watch a car crash create a demon, the embodiment of your worst fears in a mesh of artificial blood and cold pistons.
The fires started to spread to the rest of the building.
The final product gave you a look over.
???: There we go..
You felt your body no longer locked up.
You gazed up a the voice above you..
Pato: A-are you the proxy?
It gave you a wide smile.
![[Image: Proxy%20Ritual%202.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/NewCrankshafrt/Proxy%20Ritual%202.png)
[image description: A effeminate cloaked being with a abstracted design, a simple eyeless face with a smile, stars on its cloak looking at the viewer.]
???: A proxy, but certainly not yours. You work for me. My designated name is Stranger Sunset, Arcana Type World. Bit of a long one..
Stranger Sunset: So, we're heading home from here?
Then... pulling back, a little unsure and indecisive.
Godhead shot you a hell of a mean look suddenly.
Dr. Godhead: I don't got all day for this, you gonna pick a card or not?
Pato: Whatever I pick is life or death, right?
Dr. Godhead: Mm..
Pato: Lust feels like the best long term, but I gotta beat you now... Aeon feels like it knows me too much.
Dr. Godhead: They're just tarot cards kid, not even the full deck. Whole point is you cling on to some imagery to form the proxy around. Parlor trick that gives meaning to the whole thing, don't-
Pato: Something feels wrong- I don't know how to explain it-!
Dr. Godhead: You're nervous, Dante should've never sent a kid. I swear to god.. if you can't make a choice I'm gonna ask you to go home and never come back. You got no idea what you're up against, or what'll happen if you kill me. Though frankly, at this point, I'd be half okay with that...
You stood up from the table, your body felt sickly hot and feverish.
Vision blurring, nauseating.
A voice in your head screaming, choking you, pressing its hands down against your head and neck.
If you can't decide, let me..
Your hand was forcibly slammed down on the table.
Both options were scooped up.
Dr. Godhead: ..What are you doing? You having a meltdown-?!
???: I'm picking cause this little shit can't decide.
Godhead backed up, head tilting toward the other room.
Godhead: Why don't you step out and get some air, yeah? Go home, forget about the whole thing. Keep the proxy on the house if-
The table ignited, the two cards stretched and tore into a pair of mechanical forms, both incomplete.
Godhead: Two of them...? Kid, you can't have more than one proxy-
???: My rules are not yours!
Godhead immediately tried to intercept the ritual.
One of the phantom constructs sucker punched him, leaving him out cold.
Pato: Stop-!
???: You signed up to kill him, right?
Pato: I didn't sign up for the rest-
???: You thought it'd be easy, kill a old man for the power to change the world around you. Tried to make it sound so simple to yourself, right?
[image description: Two mechanical beings with abstracted humanoid designs tearing each other apart, one with tendrils coming out of its neck and joints and the other with a cloak]
The proxies both started ripping into each other.
Pato: Wait, what are you-
???: Making my own choices!
One began to dig its tendrils into the other-
You tried to jump in only for your whole body to go ice stiff.
Your muscles were too tight, forced to watch a car crash create a demon, the embodiment of your worst fears in a mesh of artificial blood and cold pistons.
The fires started to spread to the rest of the building.
The final product gave you a look over.
???: There we go..
You felt your body no longer locked up.
You gazed up a the voice above you..
Pato: A-are you the proxy?
It gave you a wide smile.
[image description: A effeminate cloaked being with a abstracted design, a simple eyeless face with a smile, stars on its cloak looking at the viewer.]
???: A proxy, but certainly not yours. You work for me. My designated name is Stranger Sunset, Arcana Type World. Bit of a long one..
Stranger Sunset: So, we're heading home from here?
This is not a interactive project, the ending has been locked in long before it started.
With that said.
Get talking if you want your better self not to hate you.
With that said.
Get talking if you want your better self not to hate you.
