Lolita
Friday Malfortuna II :: Mispair; The Misery and Despair
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 | | Subject: Lolita Chapter 3; The Basement Chains... Mon Nov 06, 2023 5:32 am | |
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- The sound of heels clicking obnoxiously in the void echoed all about the empty blackness. Nothing and no one could be seen, yet this sound seemed omnipresent. “… Way to go, Xian…” the drearily irate voice of a young woman grumbled, “… Getting me lost and trapped down here just because I locked you in a basement and made you my love slave…”
The griping woman with the clicking heels came from the deep recesses of the Black Realm, sounding as if she had been wandering there for a very long time. “… It was stupid of me to have done that…” the woman went on to admit to herself, reflecting on the events that both brought her here and also about why they did. “… I wish I could take it back, but…” She thought of how long she kept him in her basement as her boyfriend just so that she could have sex with him and so that he would not kill her. “… If I weren’t such a coward…” The entire reason she was here was because of her cowardice about Xian being the actual God of this place. Her first exposure and knowledge of this was during the times where she and Xian actually dated and it was a loving experience. “… If I just didn’t get all crazy in love…” As many times as she thought about what she should have or could have done, the fact of the matter now was that she was now trapped in this abysmal void with no one and nothing to get her out. Not even her own powers that she had prior to getting here would be able to assist her in the slightest.
She couldn’t even see herself nor her hand in front of her face.
The woman sighed heavily, finally halting in the midst of the eternal nothingness and crouched down to bury her face in her knees and wrap her arms around them for security. There were soft sounds like that of sobbing, eventually leading up to a great deel of deep, heavy and morose weeping as if mourning for a loved one. That was the only sound that filled the Black Realm. - Quote :
- Over the sound of complete baleful woe, nothing of anything else could be heard. The overwhelming cries of horrendous pain were too great, and drowned out the sound of whatever was nearby. “This is all because of that stupid Black Friday…” the sobbing young woman went on to say in her catharsis, seeming troubled beyond compare because of the events that just transpired. “If I hadn’t listened to Black Friday…” she went on, “… then maybe, Xian…”
Before too long, the woman could no longer keep herself from crying aloud and was unable to speak again. Pulling her knees further into her chest, she curled up more tightly in a fetal position and continued to think about all of the things that happened that brought her here from Tymon’s transformation into Xian after his powers were locked away by his own Insanity to the part of him that was Black Friday using her to accomplish its goals with and for him before tossing this woman aside. “I…” she stammered, sniffling in between her sentence, "Was just…” Holding back her emotions, tears welled up in her eyes again as her sniffles became more rapid for a moment, “… So STUPID!!!" - Quote :
- The girl continued to sob, yet more quietly after she heard another woman’s voice speaking sweetly to her, yet she suddenly gasped when the unknown woman mentioned ‘Black Friday’ — the very same entity that she was having this weird and existential experience with already.
Stunned, the young lady with her arms wrapped tightly around her bent knees burrowing into her chest looked up slowly, jittering all the way. “Wh-wh-who…?” she started, stammering over her own thoughts, “… Are you…?” Terrified, the young woman gazed up into the only light that illuminated the infinite abyss — the twin keyholes hovering above her. “H-how do you know about Black Friday!?” It did not sound like this young lady was very rational, but was plunged deep into a paranoia that stemmed from the prior experiences she was muttering to herself about involving Black Friday.
“This is because of what I did to Xian…” the lass continued to mutter to herself, the pace of her voice becoming a bit more frantic at the revelation of the matter. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” It seemed like she wanted to say more, but for whatever reason, she could only keep saying to herself that she was sorry. Reviewing the experience with Black Friday and Xian, the young woman only found herself being forced more deeply into the emotional turbulence and mental turmoil from what she’d been through. “… I wish I could take it back…” she went on, as if confessing sins to a priest, confiding in the unknown woman that spoke to her from a point of knowledge about Black Friday. “… Please… I want to find a way to fix this… To make it right… I can’t deal with Black Friday or Xian again… Please… Please…” The sound of her shuddering was heard by the rattling of her metallic accessories on her attire, though none could be seen through the pitch blackness. “… The manor is gone… My friends are gone… My powers are gone… My mind… Heart… Life… Gone… Gone… All because of Xian…” There was a hint of malice in her tone, yet the frustration from her grief overwhelmed her and snuffed out the malicious emotions before they could rise.
“… And… Black Friday…”
The young lass continued shuddering in the darkness as if she were cold and alone on a polar ice cap. - Quote :
- “I… Am…”
The young woman’s voice trailed off like a rolling cloud as she entered a state something like going through a dream, nearing delirium and bordering on hallucination. Her mind emptied, drawing a blank as to who she was momentarily, as if something were overwritten completely — her own former existence.
Suddenly, memories flooded into her head, along with a voice that was no longer her own; a male’s, and sounding somewhat familiar to her, though she could not recall to whom it belonged nor experiencing any time with him despite his fondness to her.
“You…” The voice was garbled. “… A Machine… “ There was static in between the fluency of the thoughts rushing through her head. “… Program… “ The information seemed to be in regards to the young lady, yet the missing information and incomprehensible message left only an assumption that was presumed yet also remained indefinite and ambiguous. “… Mechanica… Copy…” Images something like a cartoon flashed through her mind, most of which were images of what happened at the mansion that she stole from Xian before she got trapped in the Black Realm. “Project: N.Y.I.” The cartoons looked like blueprints that a young child had made; like a boy’s fantasy. There were even images of an evil robot that seemed to be associated to what looked like the vague image of a representation of the woman, herself.
And when she saw that woman that looked like herself look her directly in the eyes coldly as if she were going to kill her, that is when it hit her; she knew who she was.
“Then… Who Is…” the young lady with the eyes locked in the Sealing Eye said as she peered deeper into them, “… Lolita?” The question was rhetoric, for she knew exactly who she was and how the other person should have also known who she was because of what she knew about Black Friday, and now that she had consciously realized it by remembering who and what she was, regained her original consciousness as a Mechanica that belonged to Black Friday and copied her data, plus tried to marry Tymon because she believed that she was Black Friday and also did not realize that it was because Black Friday, herself, was doing something to Lolita as a Mechanica and as a person that caused her to be that way and not like the other standard Mechanica units. It was something that Tymon did when he was using her Original ‘Black Friday’ which belonged exclusively to him, and had already spread like his Poison~Kiss did.
Thus, before Lolita, who now should have known the truth about herself as a simple copy of Black Friday that had gone out of control and the true Black Friday both resolving her and destroying her, was Black Friday, herself — The Original (Tymon’s).
“Maybe Now You’ll Understand That I Am Not A Toy…” Black Friday whispered alluringly into the ear of the now conscious Mechanica, "Lolita…” and giggled cutely to herself in a somewhat seductively sedative manner. In the pitch black depths of the darkness would form right beside Lolita’s head a small version of what looked like a personification of herself except with pink hair and spread out silver technological wings. It was what Lolita was before she became Lolita — a conceptualized personification of Friday, mainly as Black Friday, because that was the only available data to be copied from at the time (since this is prior to Friday’s transformation from Black Friday into Good Friday for the first time in life).
Her name was Meime.
“N.Y.I. Reprogram Mechanica.”
Meime’s command would instantaneously cause Lolita’s original protocol as a Mechanica to overwrite whatever personality data she had acquired from Black Friday during her time of copying her and reset back to her original value as a standard issue Mechanica, yet still built with all of the original features of the early prototype edition ’N.Y.I.,’ which was a one of a kind original copy. All of her information would be drawn into the floating miniature version of herself hovering beside her head — Meime — and she would return to being an amnesiac robot with no awareness of herself whilst the Lolita data was processed and sent through its own algorithm of resolution for when it reached a point of turning against Tymon and imprisoning Xian — a version of Tymon similar to Meime — in the basement of his own house and attempting to use all of his creations to take over the world and kill him in the process, as well as use him as a sex slave. All of this data was originally Black Friday’s and Lolita was copying that information from Black Friday, because Black Friday was possessing her the entire time completely on accident through Tymon.
That only left Meime, the conscious one, to guide the suddenly stripped N.Y.I. to a point where she could be used for an even greater purpose now that Black Friday used her as a storage canister for her own information of her own image, which she could not see until someone or something attempted to copy it or mirror it in some way and create a reflection for her to realize it — since Black Friday originally has no eyes and cannot see, since Tymon sees for her.
“Reset.” Meime suddenly commanded. “N.Y.I.” Instantaneously, the Mechanica that was once known as ‘Lolita’ that regained its original standard issue Mechanica data as ’N.Y.I.’ would return to its factory value and be ready to be given a new protocol, which Meime knew of and how to set it up for her. “Insert Roza.” From the preconceived data by Tymon when he was a child (as Ty-chan), the entity known as ‘Roza’ would serve as the exact vessel for continuity of the encounters of the Mechanica that was once ‘Lolita’ whilst the information about Lolita was sent off to repeat its course and be resolved this time by Tzita and the Sealing Eye controlling Lolita as a program of Mechanica to resolve those issues along with Meime, the ‘Chomao’ of Black Friday, to collect the resolved data.
Meanwhile, the reprogrammed N.Y.I. that no longer was Lolita because of all the copy data of Black Friday being extracted and inserted in the slot where Black Friday the Second belonged within the lineage of Black Friday and the history (stemming from Tymon’s and the effect it has on others, even through creating more Black Fridays from his own). That meant that N.Y.I. would remember that she was N.Y.I., but no longer identify herself as Lolita, nor as Black Friday. That entire string of information would only be within Black Friday, herself, as what happens during ‘Black Friday The Second,’ since it has happened before to people who either fall in love with Tymon’s Black Friday or those who attempt to copy Tymon’s Black Friday… or both. Either option, especially combined, could be very deadly, and it was important to truly know this about Tymon and what a part of himself can do to other people and not to get lost in it, as he had almost done many times and actually once existed only as a continual existence of from birth unto the realization that he was within his own darkness — his own Black Friday as an original void.
Now, Black Friday, herself — Meiun — would continue to gather data about Black Friday and its effects all over the universe and into the dimensions using Meime until she became her full form, Aimee, and could be returned to Xian to collect the information about Tymon’s Black Friday forever. Lolita’s usefulness was no more to Black Friday except to go back and resolve each of the events that happened which caused a malfunctioning Black Friday, so that Black Friday, herself, could see what happened when another Black Friday went out of control and she had to fix it. As a Goddess, Black Friday had to take care of lesser versions of herself, as well as alternate version of herself, such as copies or distortions created by other beings or within other universes, just as Tymon and the rest of his creations and spirits had to. Thus, the lesser Black Fridays made mistakes that allowed for the Original Black Friday to oberve them and prevent having to endure — like she had eyes. This was how she was able to see and accomplish things.
However, because Black Friday the Second was also caused by Lolita, who was just a Mechanica that was copying Black Friday and thought she was Black Friday, then the Original Black Friday could utilize Lolita as Black Friday the Second, which was comprised of the data of Misery and Despair together as a single entity — another of Tymon’s own inner spirits; Mispair. Therefore, Black Friday had to visit Mispair and bring the data of Lolita to her so that she could be at peace as a Spirit and no longer at an unrest within Tymon, as one of the imbalanced portions of his own Black Friday — which Tzita, Lolita and Meiun were all part of.
“Tzita,” Meiun called out from the darkness in a sharp, but still rather low tone, “… Send The Girl Off Into Wonderland…” The Mechanica that harbored the original data of N.Y.I. and was now fully extracted of the Black Friday data that caused the N.Y.I. to become Lolita would suddenly be given the consciousness of another of Tymon’s earlier creations, known as ‘Rosa,’ which was linked to a deeper mechanism of the inner workings of Tymon’s Black Friday.
Thus, when she was awakened, so was a different part of Tymon’s Black Friday mechanism, and something new was triggered immediately.
Tragic Amnesiac NYI. An android that lost her memory and believes herself to be a normal human, but activates automatically on certain things, which she believes is normal. However, she is shy about the giant bolts on her hand. She has random destructive tendencies and expresses no emotion.
*Personal Reference: "I Thought I Lost This, And I Know I Never Scanned It Before The Fire, And I Was Distraught For A Very Long Time. I Am So Pleased -- Bless You, O-Ty-Chan-Sama-Sama, For Being The Intellijefe. Lord Ty-Chan, I Will Forever Sing Of Your Praises, My Son. I Will Lift You Up To The Highest Heights, O-Ty-Chan-Sama-Sama. Rest In Peace." - Quote :
- Suddenly Lolita got her memory back and it was absorbed into N.Y.I. immediately, who then took on the identity of Lolita and mass produced the solution to the glitch inside of the Mechanica and neutralized all of them immediately so that none of them would kill nor seriously harm the actual Lolita until the proper information was placed inside of her algorithmically by the original N.Y.I. as well as the Mechanica that were produced in Lolita’s carbon-copy image, as well as being named ‘Black Friday The Second’. They were already programmed from the beginning to target the fake ‘Black Friday The Seconds’ and begin the battle before the actual Lolita got her consciousness and awareness in places only where Lolita was necessary at any given time. Her responsibility would be forever to deal with everything involved with Black Friday The Second and never to do anything else beyond that until everything was completely cleaned up.
“Shuh-weet,” Meiun — Black Friday, The Goddess — moaned pretty dryly with a somewhat longing look on her face, as if she wished to smile and express some sort of satisfaction, but already was aware of how the turnout of the ‘Black Friday The Second’ event would be as well as why it was that way, including in relation to each of the problems that ever did come from it or would. It was the most tragic thing to have to deal with — especially because she was just another version of Tymon, himself, as a female — and the only way to deal with it was exactly as it was playing out simply because some human got in the way of godly affairs and then got other humans involved. “Tch. I Hate Humans.” Tymon would always remember why he hated humans because of Meiun and ‘Meiun’s Wrath,’ which would always be saying it hated Humans.
Black Friday collected her piece — Lolita — and begin to clear out the fake Black Friday The Seconds with her all throughout the Black Realm using the Mechanica that were being automated to assist by protocol. She stuck her tongue out at Tymon playfully, then sensually winked at him, blowing him a kiss before disappearing into the darkness, looking just as sexy as he always imagined her to be. _________________ Come Dance With Me Before You Go... ~~ Dearly Beloved; Iron Maiden's Corset.Love Will Find A Way, This Is Always True~~ Twisted Sisters; Misery and DespairDespair A La Discord Misery Des Gloomi | |
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