Dimensions Collide: Destiny Bond

“My head…”

John awoke to a dripping sound near his cheek. The small splash of water was slowly growing on his face, and he reached up to wipe it away only to hear a clanking of chains and resistance near his wrist. He frowned and sat up, finding that his arms had been chained to the ground.

“...where am I?”

Suddenly, the previous day’s events came rushing back to him. Draco. The hooded men. That big dude, Breaker

And Doctor.

Doctor. That energy. It was incredibly weak, but it was there. That much was certain. It seemed there was someone besides the Demon King with that logic defying power. But then why hadn’t he recognized John? Maybe… maybe he’d somehow gotten ahold of the energy but not the memories? Or maybe the number of memories granted was so few that they were simply incomprehensible?

“Hungry,” John muttered as he looked around. There wasn’t much to see.

The entire place was pitch black. Despite that, it wasn’t very quiet. There was a lot of sobbing and moaning, a few screams and pleas for help, as well as the constant sound of rattling chains. Normally he wouldn’t have cared, but his aching head, combined with his sour mood due to hunger and fatigue, were pushing him over the edge.

“Shut up!” John yelled. This accomplished nothing.

Suddenly, there was a blinding light as Doctor came in, giving John a brief look at the area he was in. Somehow, that light commanded total silence. Not a single sound was heard as the man in the lab coat stepped through the halls, his stride easygoing. An involuntary shudder went down John’s spine. It wasn’t so much a feeling of fear as it was of uneasiness. This kind of reaction was never a good thing.

The light allowed John to better observe his surroundings. There were rows and rows of cages, each with two to three people in them. They were mostly naked, not because they’d been stripped but mainly because their clothes had been torn or worn down to shreds. In his cell were a young adult elf woman and an old dwarf, both of whom had blank eyes.

Those eyes looked strangely familiar.

“...I see,” John muttered.

They were something similar to his own eyes.

“Oh, coreless boy!” Doctor sang out. “I can’t wait to play with you.”

His footsteps around the cages, ominously light. There was the sound of jingling keys as he opened John’s cell door, followed by the rough scraping of metal and a click as the lock unlocked. His two cellmates began to tremble as Doctor came into the cell, but thankfully, the man was only interested in John.

“You’ll be coming with me,” Doctor said, unchaining John’s cuffs.

Time. John could reach into his pocket dimension, pull out a shotgun, and-

“Ah ah ah,” Doctor warned, tentacles shooting out of his lab coat. “Don’t try anything. We’ll beat that out of you soon enough.”

John grit his teeth. He’d let his intent show. It hadn’t even been murderous intent. Doctor had just noticed that John had the intent to attack. Damn. His captor closed and locked the door, carrying a helpless John out of the room. He took him to a well lit room with a surgical table and various instruments, none of which looked inviting. However, that wasn’t the surprising thing to John. What was surprising were the fluorescent lights and modern surgical equipment. Surely this world didn’t have such technology.

“Oh, my. You seem familiar with all of this. Might you be from another world?” Doctor said casually.

“Yeah,” John shrugged. “What about it?”

Doctor was momentarily stunned with the bluntness of John’s response.

“Wonderful! How interesting. To see another of my kind here.”

“So-”

“Yes. I’m also from Earth. Much like yourself.”

“...the goddess summoned someone like you?” John was momentarily intrigued. Was this a story where the goddess was secretly evil? That would be something new.

“Goddess? Oh, no no, my dear friend. It was the Demon King who invited me here.”

John tensed up. Demon King. His memories. His energy. There were too many similarities for this to just be a coincidence. His whole “evil goddess” theory flew out the window. This was far, far worse.

“Now. It’s quite surprising that you’re coreless, but that just makes me want to test you out even more. Surely you must’ve already experienced despair in your life. Being weak. Being different. I presume you were bullied, isolated, ignored… So I’ll start with the usual, just for now, but eventually, we’ll get to the better stuff.”

Doctor tied John down and hummed as he got to arranging his tools, but when he peered at John, about to start, he froze.

“Oh. Oh, my. How interesting! Your eyes!”

“What eyes?” John grumbled, but he already knew.

John was someone who had nothing left going for him. Someone who didn’t care for what happened around him. Who couldn’t care less if he lived or died. And his eyes, just like those of his cellmates, showed it.

“You don’t want to live anymore, do you? Has your life been that bad up till now? I must say, it makes sense. Is that why you’re on this mission? Because you know you’re expendable? I’m surprised you haven’t killed yourself by now. Or maybe you don’t even have the will to manage that?”

Doctor opened John’s eyes wide, peering into them as if he were examining a strange specimen.

“Oh, no. You do have something to live for. It’s weak, but it’s there… No matter!”

Doctor unstrapped John and picked him up again.

“Wh- hey! Where are we going?”

“You’re already at a desirable state. You don’t care to live. You don’t care if you die. You wouldn’t plead for death, even if I tortured you. That’s the annoying part, when they think they can escape… no matter. I just need to beat the life out of you a little more.”

Doctor paused. “It’s strange, though. Everyone else always begs to be let go. You’re rather calm, despite the situation.”

“You can’t possibly do anything that bad to me.”

“You’ve seen my other lab, have you not?”

“Yeah?”

“And yet you remain calm?”

John shrugged to the best of his ability. “Yeah. I’ve seen worse. You’d be surprised at what people can come up with. Imagination’s the limit, right?”

“Hm… very true. Regardless, let’s keep going, then!”

John closed his eyes as he was carried off. This was truly an unfortunate situation.

At a surface level, it was bad. He’d been kidnapped. He could die. Fate, the [Protagonist], would have to come and rescue him, probably leading to some kind of fight with Doctor and the end of the current arc. They’d be done with adventuring, and they could move on to going to school.

But then why had he been captured? Why him? He wasn’t supposed to be in the story. He could only come to one conclusion.

He was being forcefully removed. He’d been the solution to too many problems. The [Characters] were being forced to move without an external guiding source, without someone who could see the bigger picture.

“Seriously…”

~~~

“John!”

Prota sat up with a jolt, reaching out in front of her, but the person she was looking for was nowhere to be found.

“...John?”

Her memories were still blurry. She got out of her bed and stumbled, but picked herself back up. Her belongings were in the corner of the room. She didn’t have any clothes, but the hospital gown she was wearing seemed to be good enough, so she draped her cloak over her shoulders and slung her staff onto her back.

“Oh, you’re up? How are you feeling?”

Prota turned as a nurse came into the room. She froze up. She didn’t want to talk. That was what John did. Come to think of it, where was John? Normally he’d be in the same room as her, even if he was also injured. Maybe he’d gone out?

“Mm… are you feeling alright?”

A small nod.

“Alright, I’m just going to check that there’s no adverse side effects, ok? Someone used a magic nullification weapon on you. You should be fine, but magic nullification is rare. Sometimes it has adverse effects, so we just need to make sure nothing’s gone wrong.”

Prota nodded again, but she was starting to grow worried. What was this checkup going to entail? The nurse motioned for Prota to get back on the bed, and she slowly obeyed. The nurse took some sort of object out of her pocket and approached Prota.

That was it. Prota couldn’t take it anymore. Her subconscious fear of others was growing to be too much. She scurried away from the nurse, huddling up.

“...are you alright?”

Prota rocked back and forth, eyeing the nurse cautiously. Thankfully, the lady seemed to understand. She put her equipment away with a sigh.

“Haah… well, you seem to be mobile enough. You can leave whenever you want.”

The nurse left the room, muttering to herself, leaving Prota alone. Her heart slowly calmed down as she was left alone once more. She held her head, thinking. What had happened? Why had an anti magic tool been used on her? What had she done to end up in the hospital?

“...awake, but she seems to be distressed.” The nurse’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

“All right, it’s ok. Just let me talk to her.” The door opened once more, revealing a familiar mask.

“Hey, Prota. You… you good?”

Suddenly, it all came rushing back. The cave. The ambush. The noble boy, the spy, everything.

Then John-

“Where?” she said in a quiet voice.

“...they took him. I’m sorry. There was nothing we could do.”

Prota didn’t react much, surprisingly. She just curled up and sat still. Fate didn’t want to interfere. Prota was probably going through a lot.

“We’ll be going on a rescue mission in a week.”

Prota’s head came up. “Where?”

“...you’re not coming with us, Prota.”

Fate had been looking away out of guilt. He didn’t want to do this. He, too, understood what it meant to save someone you loved, but Albert was right. Prota couldn’t go on this mission. He turned back to comfort her. He knew this wasn’t easy to handle, but when he looked at her face, he was stunned to the point that his words left his mind.

Prota’s face was normally blank and emotionless, but she made up for it with the emotion she conveyed in her eyes. If you looked close enough or knew enough about her, you could tell how she was feeling. Her eyes, at the moment, were conveying nothing at all. She wasn’t sad. She wasn’t angry.

There was simply nothing.

Fate tried to reason with her. “Prota. It’s too risky. If they use John as bait, what are you going to do? Are you going to be able to react properly?”

“...alive?”

Fate paused. “We don’t know. However, if they meant to kill him, they probably would’ve done it in front of us. So… probably.”

Prota’s head suddenly snapped up. She did have a way of checking. The health system. She could-

[The [System] cannot be used to bypass aspects of the [Plot]. Once you have confirmed the status of your target, the health system will be reimplemented]

Prota’s head dropped again.

“Get some rest, Prota. I’ll… I’ll leave you alone for a bit, ok? Don’t do anything stupid.”

Fate got up quietly and left the room, leaving Prota alone with her thoughts.

Again. In the moments it mattered most, she couldn’t protect John, and this time, they’d gone up against opponents that John wasn’t able to win against. What kind of protector was she? It didn’t matter if John wouldn’t leave her side. Even if he didn’t want her to leave, as long as she was a burden, they’d never get anywhere. She’d continue to drag him down, and no matter how good of a swimmer he was, they’d eventually sink.

Her hesitation had messed with her again. In the moment it’d mattered most, she still was unable to overcome her trauma. It wasn’t fair. Hadn’t she grown? Hadn’t she pushed past her fears? Why did she have to grow again? Why was it just one trial after another? Even if she grew, there would always be something waiting, something she would have to overcome. Would she ever find peace? Her mind, her emotions, nothing made sense. She was being held back by herself. There was no one to blame. There was no one to be angry at. Only herself.

Why couldn’t life be simple? She was supposed to just be a [Character] in a [Story], right? So then why couldn’t her life just be easy? Why couldn’t she just get what she wanted? Just once? Just once. She wanted something to go her way, just once. A freebie, something she could enjoy without having to pay the price. She just wanted to be happy without her world falling apart first.

She felt cold. Cold and alone. Despite the blanket wrapped around her, the warmth wouldn’t reach her. What was she supposed to do now? She wasn’t invited to the rescue. John wasn’t there to tell her what to do.

Now that she thought about it, she really just relied on John for everything. For talking, for support, for advice, for warmth… he was her pillar. He was the thing she could grab onto if she started drowning, a shelter in the middle of a storm. And now he was gone. The tides were rising. The storm was closing in.

“What do I do?” Prota said in a small voice, unheard by anyone. “What… do I do now?”

It didn’t look like there would be anyone to answer her.

~~~

Breaker and Doctor were sitting at a table preparing their last countermeasures.

“A rescue mission in a week? That was fast. And how do you know this? We lost our man.”

Breaker’s voice was bitter.

“I have my sources, Breaker. You worry like an old granny. Calm down. Relax. Do some stretches.”

“I’m calm, thank you very much. And you’re sure about this? No men? No monsters?”

“Men? No. Monsters? Mm, maybe.”

Doctor’s mouth curved upward into a small grin. Surprisingly, at the table was also John, who was bound and tied to a chair.

“Why am I here?”

“You’re amusing,” Doctor said simply. “Do you need anything, by the way? A drink? Food?”

“I thought you were trying to get me all depressed and shit.”

“So that’s a no?”

“You have water?”

Doctor snapped his fingers, and a small child appeared with lifeless eyes, carrying a cup of water.

“Here you go,” he said, picking up the glass.

“...is that what I think it is?” John said, raising an eyebrow at the child.

“Oh, I didn’t mean for this particular thing to come. Any of them would’ve done.”

“That’s not relevant to my question.”

“Oh, yes. It’s a doll. See?” Doctor lashed out and pierced the child through the stomach. John stared blankly as blood spilled out, but the child didn’t react or scream. It just fell to the ground like a doll. Doctor’s tendrils swept the body away as if nothing had happened.

“What did you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m curious. Is that a human body powered by some magic source? Or is that a human so completely dead that it just does whatever you tell it to?”

“Both wrong!” Doctor said, clapping his hands together. “Finally, someone who’s interested in my work! And I’m surprised. You didn’t react in the slightest! You really don’t care, do you?”

“I’m leaving,” Breaker muttered, getting up. His chair scraped against the rough stone floor as he silently walked out of the room.

“You see, I extract the soul. But I break it and tweak it a little. Inside that doll is still a boy. Well, not anymore, though. That boy can very well see, hear and feel everything. He just has no control. I don’t know if he’s crying to be let out, still. He might’ve given up by now, although most of them give up before they’re put in that state.”

“You might just be a little… ah, how do you say… off.”

“Me? No, that would be everyone else.”

“Everyone… else?”

“Why of course! You don’t think I’m just a maniac, do you? I only use things to run my experiments. My dear coreless friend, those aren’t people. Those are objects. Things too stupid to comprehend common sense. They’re too stupid. All of them. So they’re no better than toys! No better than the rocks we see on the ground? Since when do we feel bad about the ants we step on? The bugs we kill when they invade our home? Do we regret it? No! They are simply obstacles in the way of progress!”

John’s frown grew deeper. He now understood the type of person- no, the type of [Character] he was dealing with.

Doctor, in a sense, was just like John. Neither of them saw people as ‘people.’ There were only ‘things.’ The difference was that while John saw them as [Characters] that could be used if needed, Doctor saw them as objects that were free to use. Additionally, Doctor had no intent to restore. There was no intent to have any form of respect. He simply wanted to destroy.

But most importantly, [Doctor] was not aware that he, too, was a ‘thing.’

A [Character].

“Do you understand the process of extracting a soul? It’s quite fascinating. Only when a person has given up on everything will their soul become loose enough to extract. That level of despair takes time and work. Regular torture won’t do. You have to do all sorts of things. Physical torture. Mental torture. Isolation. Brainwashing. I force them to fight each other, to bond with each other only to have them tear each other apart, give them hope only to take it away again… it’s an art, my friend, art!”

Doctor suddenly leaped forward, putting a knife to John’s throat.

“And you will be my masterpiece.”

John felt a shiver run down his spine just then. He himself wasn’t exactly sane, but this man-

No, this monster. Doctor wasn’t a man.

A monster. There was no fixing this. There was no persuading, no redemption. This thing was born this way. Doctor was evil not because he’d been made that way, but because it was just how he was. There was no tragic backstory. No excuse. Just pure malice. Pure evil.

“Oh. Your water. I apologize.” Doctor lifted the glass and casually poured its contents over John’s head.

“Now why’d you do that? Spilling water all over yourself. Especially after I made the effort to bring it here.”

“...are you stupid?”

“What was that?”

“You dumped the water on my head. My hands are bound. There isn’t even a way for me to pour the water on myself. Did you hit your head? Did your mother drop you as a baby?”

“...how interesting.”

Doctor sat back down, crossing his legs. “You’re not afraid.”

“Of what? You?”

“Most of the toys are.”

Then, to Doctor’s surprise, John began to laugh. It started off as a small snicker, then a giggle, then fully blown laughter.

“Is this situation amusing?”

“Of course it is!” John said, still laughing. “Toys. You see these people as toys. You think you’re some kind of god, sitting above everyone else because what? You’re smarter?”

“I am a god!” Doctor yelled, slamming his hands on the table like a child throwing a tantrum. “You dare to doubt me? Everyone- no, everything else is just tools to be used! I am the only one who knows how to use them!”

“Exactly.”

Doctor frowned. He slowly sat down, staring at John curiously. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.”

“...fine.”

“Why do you keep the conscious alive if they’ve given up?”

“Hm. How curious. Fine, I’ll entertain you.”

Doctor walked away, pacing back and forth as his began to lecture.

“No person truly fully gives up. It is entirely possible to die simply by giving up on life. And so that is what’s needed to keep a soul running. No matter how deeply buried it is, there’s always a sliver of hope that could be reignited. It might be impossible by mortal means, but technically, it’s possible. So when the soul is nestled into a slave, it feels comfort. It regains hope. Hope that it can escape, that someday, it’ll return itself back to its original life. And in doing so, it curses itself to a far worse fate. Isn’t it poetic?”

John just spat on the floor. “You’re just a fucking idiot.”

“Now answer my question.”

“Hm? Oh, right. Everything’s a tool, right? You. You’re probably one of the most useful tools of all.”

“Me? I am not a tool!” Doctor roared. “Don’t you mess with me, boy. Don’t you-”

“That’s what a tool would say.”

“You-” Doctor sputtered.

“What’re you gonna do? Kill me? I thought you couldn’t do that yet.”

Doctor sat back down and began to take some deep breaths.

“You’re right. But I’ll break you. I’ll break you yet. So enjoy this while you can.”

“There’s nothing to enjoy. You think I’m all depressed and shit? Boo fucking hoo. The world isn’t even real. It’s not depression. It’s just nihilism or something. I don’t actually know what I’m saying, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t matter. Nothing about any of this matters.”

“...what are you talking about?”

“This world! It’s just a [Story]. I don’t know, maybe it’s written by a bot, maybe it’s the work of some kinda team, but it’s mostly likely some loser who has no friends and no life, sitting in their room all alone in the dark. I don’t know. But it’s a story! You, me, we’re the [Characters]! Puppets, dancing on a stage!”

John looked down, a smug grin on his face as he looked at Doctor.

“You think you’re some kinda puppet master? You couldn’t be one. You’re a villain. A stepping stone for the [Protagonist], an element of a [Story] that exists to propel the [Plot]. You exist to be killed.”

“Then you, too, are nothing but a slave! In fact, you’re a puppet in a puppet world, are you not?”

John looked up at Doctor with an indescribable look.

“Yeah, I am. Isn’t that ironic?”

“Then your despair…”

“Oh, this is part of it for sure. But I’ve accepted it. After all, what can I do? It is what it is. But you aren’t aware. You haven’t accepted it. You’re the one coping, struggling to deal with the fact that you’re a little loser who gets no bitches and sits in a little dark cave underground, getting off on torture and despair.”

Doctor couldn’t take it anymore and lashed out with a tendril, knocking John out.

“I’m… not a god? You’ll see. I’ll prove you wrong. I don’t know what you think you’re sprouting, but I’ll kill your precious friends in front of you. I know they want to rescue you. They won’t. And you won’t get to die with them. They don’t know. They don’t know there’s another spy. Buried so deep in their group. I am not a tool. No, no…”

Doctor quietly giggled to himself as he dragged John back to his cell.