Santa Muerte; Rebuild

The silent screech echoed throughout the entirety of Valparaiso, calling attention to the machines that had already completely populated and repopulated themselves across the entire city. They all unlodged themselves from whatever position they had taken across the city, attempting to restore what they remembered humanity looked like before completely destruction and mimicking it in order to be livable for more, and assembled before Franquere, awaiting his Command Input.

Doing exactly as they were instructed, the army of Machines would 'Set' the logic of the 'Assassin' into their systems under the position of 'Black Bishop,' which served as an 'Indirect Support.' Immediately, they would seek to accomplish this goal to absolute perfection for their master. The machines disbursed throughout Valparaiso and immediately began to 'clean' the streets.

Franquere continued to control the machines, the sound of the silent screech, 'The Siren,' ringing in every machine's head. He would wait for the machines to return to him with documents of the completion of their command and the await of their next Command Input.

At that moment, Franquere would immediately open up a Void before him and pull from it a dark creation, which the Void would suddenly take on the physical shape of, yet harness no true value. It served as both an extension of Franquere and a placeholder, something like a horse in a video game character's Game Sprite Animation. The image of the Maregenesis, which was Tensei's trusty breed of steed, would take full shape and defined form of a Maregenesis, yet with personalized qualities befitting of Franquere, being an extension of his own form. Plated in death metal and with blazing eyes, the horse of the headless one stood beside him, mane blazing with perpetual fluctuating darkness. Franquere leapt upon its metallic back, locking himself securely in place like a gear in a clock and allowed the inferno upon his metal body to envelop what would be known as his personal Void Steed; the Nightmaregenesis.

When the Mechanica were completed of their initial task, they would return to the Headless One and stand at attention, awaiting their next order.

Swooping in behind the Mechanica after they'd cleaned the streets of Valparaiso as they saw fit, Thanytoz, the Crystal Reaper, would arrive at the body of the Allsgrim, which had the shipment ready to be delivered to the Dusk. "... You Rang...?" he chuckled to himself, folding his wings around his body and encasing himself in them in a spherical fashion whilst hovering over the body of the Allsgrim. At first, the orb-like encasing looked to be something like a pitch black Pumpkin Head similar to the ones donned by the Scarecrows... Yet, would suddenly become completely translucent, clear, even, and disappear completely. All light that passed through it would be untouched and unblocked, giving no trace that the Thanytoz, the Pumpkinghead, was donned upon the Headless One, Allsgrim.

A single vertical eye would part in the transparency, piercing red and shimmering with a signature sanguine gleam that belonged to the one and only, himself. A halo wrapped around the hovering Third Eye, that being all that could be seen. Two smaller, normal sized eyes would open up underneath the halo with yet another signature sanguine gleam, yet were sharp and narrow, as if focused intently. "Let's Ride, Franquere," the Eternally Open Third Eye would remark, insisting that the Allsgrim be the one to carry the shipment that had been gathered by his command prior to the crowning of the Pumpkinghead over his Headless form.

At the sound of the voice of the True Head, which was over even the Metal Pumpkinhead, itself, the Allsgrim Body echoed in complete compliance with its Pumpkinghead ]"Yes, My Lord," as if translating all of his words into complete servitude the same way Franquere expected his machines to completely obey his Commands. The violet flare would burst upward and completely engulf the Pumpkinghead as it was, giving the very faintest outline of a bulbous orb surrounding the large seemingly disembodied three eyes. Immediately, the Nightmaregenesis would release a cavernous whinny like the howl of a hollow horn, its bass reverberating across Valhalla and all of Valparaiso as a Signal of the time to move. 'The Siren' rang far and wide, as it had done before, before the darker-than-black steed kicked off and galloped along the barren wasteland. The robotic servants should have been tailing behind.

"Fly Away," he dictated to them, the horse suddenly kicking off and trotting into the air. Each of the machines would either find a method of flight and adapt instantaneously or be left behind on the ground until they could complete their Command and rise into the sky along with the Headless One. The Void Horse's blazing mane left a trail for them to follow just in case they could not keep up, eating away at the atmosphere, not to return it to normalcy until it was clear that each of the machines had fulfilled their command and followed their leader wherever he was going. The trail would disappear no sooner than that, but the Nightmaregenesis would carry on as anticipated toward the Dusk from Valparaiso. From there, the horse and all its cargo would be carried off automatically and without interruption to the Dusk.

As the Crystal Reaper upon his Nightmaregenesis took off into the air, before long, a being far greater, being larger than the city itself, soared over the horizon. A single flap of one of its large, astronomical wings was something that could crush the entire city, and it seemed like the entire city, and perhaps more like it, could fit comfortably on the scales of its back. Yet, the being did not flap its massive wings a single once as it flew over, instead tilting leisurely to the side and allowing one wing to lightly scrape upon the ground. The entire fleet of machines, however many there were, would be able to climb up and onto the back of the giant dragon Nidhogg, with the machines that commandeered him still riding the docile ancient dragon behind the Headless Horseman. The entire shipment would be carried on Niddhog's back.

"NIDHOGGR!!!" The Crystal Reaper called out to the Death Dragon, as the fullness of its ashen gray form would cast over the land. The Dragon, being subservient to the Crystal Reaper, would come at his beck and call, and follow the Void horse that took the place of his former horse, Sleipnir, Death's Horse, that was given to his daughter. He would mind the Death Dragon, however. Its body was skeletal, as though it were made out of its bones and the bones of those that had been eaten over time. Even in its skeletal appearance, it harbored the leathery flesh and hard scales of any dragon, yet this gave the mighty Death Dragon, Nidhogg, the look of being severely malnourished. Its bony tail whipped through the skies behind them as the exceptionally large, yet thin wings carried it over the land. It looked like it could be a living cemetery, of sorts. "Those machines are more useful than I expected..." Thanytoz uttered to himself. "Good Work," he'd say anonymously to both the Robot Overlord, Franquere, and his mechanical army under his breath. Now, with the Nightmaregenesis set on its course and the Death Dragon, Nidhogg transporting the shipment of machines safely, the Crystal Reaper, Thanytoz, would keep watch over them all as they traveled from the Lawless Land back into the natural side of the Veritas; The Dusk. A large black portal, like that of a black sun in the sky, opened up before them and allowed entry of both the Reaper and his pet Dragon, before closing behind them.

--- Minor Timeskip---

It hadn't been too terribly long after the shipment of the first wave of the Mechanica that the next wave, which were the 'Dolls,' would invade the 'Broken Homes Orphanage,' as instructed, which was where the prior events of shipment had taken place. This time, however, instead of being shipped off to the Dusk, this shipment of Dolls, which were accustomed to living in houses and tending to houses systematically, would enter the Broken Homes Orphanage and become readily accessible for whatever orphans were around as their toys. The Dolls, feeling somewhat comfortable in a sheltered environment, and being used by someone else, especially children, would settle here as instructed and await the reaction of the orphans, as not to terrify them.

Many of the orphans, who had been lost in the transition from the Dusk to Valparaiso during the destruction of the old Dusk, were rather lost and confused as to what happened to their precious city, wondering where the time had gone and how they were left in such desolation after they'd just been in what looked like at least moderate stability. They had to cope with their days, but just didn't have a real reason these days.

It was a real surprise when suddenly, for the first time in however long it had been, they'd been sent a nice care package from somewhere unknown, for no real reason at all. Still when they were issued with something supernatural, such as the walking dolls, it was actually startling to some degree, but as long as they were friendly, it didn't seem to matter. Some of the parents, who were also orphans, would come to the Orphanage to see their children, but usually had nothing to bring them that was actually enjoyable. They remembered hearing about supernatural things going on in the Dusk even before what happened, but never really got exposed to the things going on outside of their standard city lives.

They waited to see what these new types of toys were, and would stand warily of their surroundings, since they did also know that some of their parents were now street rats and thugs because they grew up in an orphanage that weren't taken care of, and someone might be coming to 'Take Care Of It,' so to speak. They made sure to be armed with their weapons.

The Dolls, who were already accustomed to a society of caring and sharing, would immediately begin to take care of each of the Orphans, as well as their parents, to prevent them from degenerating into Valparaiso Denizens that they feared everyday. They would begin to repair the Orphanage and whatever surrounding buildings they could by entering them and beginning to do home decorations, like they were accustomed, and fixing up the cheap property. Some even decided to make some small businesses and such, since they had a franchise already back in the Dollhouse and knew how to make another model of their city and society anywhere they went. It was only a matter of time.

Some of the later Dolls that arrived were also 'Deranged Dolls' by this time, after traveling the trees alone instead of being sent out by a unit or shipment order.

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Sooner or later, the 'Dolls' would have their own 'Dollhouses,' and the 'Mechanica' will have occupied the 'City of Ruin.' Thus, when the 'Dolls' returned, they had an 'Environmental' area covering instead of the natural environmental advantage that the 'Valparaiso Denizens' had. Once the 'Dollhouses' began to populate and reorder the structure of the community, the 'Valparaiso Denizens' would be driven out of their old, dilapidated, cutthroat homes, and order would return to the 'City of Ruin' in the form of a functioning society.

Afterwards, the 'Broken Homes Orphanage' and the surrounding area belonged to the 'Spectral Dusk,' as it used to before the destruction of the 'Dusk' and the 'Original Dusk.'

The Dolls inside of the Orphanage were passed on as they would be, either on their own via their own traffic or between the Orphans of Valparaiso, young and old, that needed someone to play with and a friend to keep them company, since many of them were too damaged by each other and the harsh conditions of the environs to be able to keep each other company. They hadn't get gotten over many of the traumatic events that led up to their impoverished state during the city's gentrification of sorts, but they at least had something that kept them company.


The Mechanica also kept the Orphanage running optimally, making it function the same way as a refined homelss shelter. With the Factorial City up and running, the conditions were actually better than the homes of the streets of Valparaiso, but the damaged inhabitants of the Orphanage were still a danger to themselves and others, which was why their mental comfort with a soothing environment was extremely important. By design, the Factorial City had already designated for this area to be populated with most of its 'Field' operatives, which were stationed to run the 'Broken Homes Orphanage.' With the highest upkeep, it would keep the operation clean at the face and in the background, and also allow the units to be more sociable and presentable to interact with the society. Social interaction was a very large part of why the end result was for the units of Mechanica's Factorial Village and the Broken Homes Orphanage were set up this way, and each of the recluses from every end would be able to be reintroduced to each other in the most calm and comfortable environment.

That was when the Playhouse started its Mass Production throughout Valparaiso.