[ATrueWaifu] Fallen down

Walking through the alleyways, I arrived at our base. It was a simple completely-not-so-shady-place, none would know that it's a villain apartment. Ordering the lift onto the 50th floor of our skyscraper, I made my way towards the conference hall.

Entering, I saw quite a sight. Other members were already waiting for me in advance, even without me telling them to do so, how good of them.

I sat down, placing both of my legs on the table.

"Gus, what is so important that you needed even me to come here ?"

I asked straightforwardly. Man standing in the middle of the room was Gus.

"But, ma'am, I am not named Gus, my name is-"

"You are Gus, for as long as I say that you are. Continue."

I cut him off. He looked just like Gus, behaved like Gus, only that he is somewhat smarter.

But Gus is Gus.

Awkward silence became present inside the room. No one was able to speak up to me, nor was someone brave enough to correct me. No one would be stupid enough to insult someone that can hurt them real bad in seconds. I love this feeling.

"... *Ehem*, so, we gathered here because of ... this."

Gus said after a dramatic pause. He took out a big red button from the table behind him, it's size being that of a fist. It closely resembled those from reality shows.

No matter what one said, I was able to feel the tension and confusion rise up.

"And what is that supposed to mean ? A red button ? Don't you have any better things to do, 'Gus' ?"

One other member, Cyr, spoke up. He was somewhat rebellious, not knowing when to shut up when he needs to. Contrary to his character, his body wasn't very muscular, making it quite a surprising sight if you knew him for a while. His hair is light blue and his eyes possessed an identical color. His body was merely of 5ft 10inches, making him look lacking compared to the rest of us.

"It isn't a normal button, Cyr. Some of my people already clicked it, nothing happened. But when we tried to destroy it, it always came back to its place, no matter how hard you tried to contain or destroy it. I wouldn't trouble all of you if it wasn't for that."

Gus explained.

"Isn't it some outright abnormal thing ? Maybe give a green light to SCP foundation ? They are the ones taking care of reality manipulation and anomaly stuff, they will take good care of it. Aside of that, why would you bring it here ? We don't have anything to contain it."

Responded another member, Lore. She was a tiny, yet composed woman. Her dark green hair, as well as good amount of make-up, made her seem as a ruthless and merciless individual. Her work as a lawyer probably adds it's thing to that too.

"... I didn't think of that, maybe that is what I should have done in the first pla- M-Ma'am ! Please don't touch th-"

Before he could say what I shouldn't touch, I curiously clicked on the button. Then, the world started spinning. After a while, I found myself in a strange space, stars spinning around, creating an illusion of the white world.

Stars were always a beautiful concept to me.

Just the thought, that somewhere there in the high reach, other forms of intelligent life are residing. Are they stronger ? Are they weaker ? These were just minor questions, the real ones being:

How much of them are there ? How far are they ? What it also brought up, were the wonderful times on the cursed lands. I and my trusty squad admiring the whole star system, unrecognizable in normal stars that were present when watching from the city. On the cursed lands, these were infinite, never ending and ever changing. Gus's 'Drunken solo' and how everyone laughed at it, Claire's aroma of food, both reminiscing even more nostalgia than other memories. How I miss those times.

While my new life wasn't the best one, there was nearly nothing for me to do, aside of managing this organization of mine. There was although no one that I would really miss. Well, maybe Gus. Gus is a cool guy. Under those stars, my best memories were created.

Fascinating and undermined concept. However, it causing you to nearly vomit, really changes ones mindset about them.

I fell on the ground while clenching my stomach, nearly vomiting my super rare edition chocolate. Which I wouldn't want to happen.

Sitting there while trying to stop myself from throwing up, I felt that the surface under my shoes changed. I decided to conduct a secret grand-chieftain move, roll back.

Finally meeting a wall behind me, I backed up against its surface, finally getting rid of this nauseous feeling. I could fully open my eyes.

I was in an alleyway, however one that was completely different from the one at the entrance of our base.

Instead of a typical dark alleyway, where thugs would be normally going around, I was in the cleanest one I have ever seen. On the sides of the walls, there were multiple posters plastered on the wall.

Aside of that, the alleyway had only one dumpster. Nothing aside of that. A little sus if you ask me.

I stood up, now feeling perfectly fine. I created a knife, usage of scythe would be unadvised, there was too little room for horizontal swings, or even more so the normal ones. However, I felt something being wrong. My power, no longer as powerful how it's used to be. Why ? Why did my powers weaken ? Tch, annoying. Only 100% of my power being available, making me unable to go into the Overload mode. However, my 100% wasn't that bad. It was certainly powerful enough to fare well against diamond rank, if we use the rating system from my first world. It still oughts to be annoying nonetheless.

I looked at my clothes, making sure that I don't look anywhere near suspicious.

I was currently wearing a simple black leather jacket, paired up with the tight black pants and white T-shirt under the jacket. I wouldn't stand out in any way aside of my quite unnatural hair color.

Hiding the knife slightly behind my hand and sleeve of my jacket, I went out of the alleyway that I was in.

A light blinding me temporarily, I looked around. In my vicinity, various buildings came into the view. Normal family-size apartments being the majority of what I saw. I wanted to continue looking around, but then, a wild piece of paper slapped onto my face.

Taking it off, I looked at what was written on it.

"To whoever is the one reading this ...

Have you heard of this new game called Raid Shadow Lege-"

Before this impudence could continue on, I used Darker Core, a better version of my old Crimson Core, to blast this shit into oblivion. After being done with this one I wanted to continue on, but-

Another sheet of paper was slapped onto my face. Who the fuck is the one doing this shit ?!

I took it off my head, looking at it, fully ready to blow it up to pieces.

It was some kind of advertisement, it's point being ... a fucking church ?

I am not the most faithful person around, not attending any church lessons even once. Even then, I really doubt that it would teach me anything really helpful.

I crumbled it down and put it back into my pocket, maybe it will have some use later.

Back to looking at my surroundings.

The only important thing that was visible was the park near me, aside of that, everything else was on a lower level of importance. I decided to walk around, maybe finding some poor living souls to get information from, because from what I conclude, I am not on the same planet that I was on anymore. Firstly, there is no belief on earth named 'Yamanus Church'. At least no that I know of. Second, I don't think that any streets would be so empty at this time of the day ... suspicious.

I started walking around, seeing a person from time to time, however, I couldn't just kidnap a person in the middle of the street, unless I had a white van. Which I don't.

I started looking for more secluded person, one that would be alone.

Finally, after solid few minutes of looking around, I found just the right person. He made his way into the alleyway, for whatever reason he needed to go there.

Sneaking in behind him, I punched him into the occiput, putting him down almost immediately. I then made an 'interrogation' chamber.

The old man, Rick, teached me a little when it comes to torture. The first step is, that you have to pretend to be mentally unstable, able to hurt the person right away. You also need way more tools than you will eventually use. Like, get a butchers knife, some syringes filled with colored water, cutters. These were the basics of basics on Rick's 'How to torture 101'.

As such, I did just that. I dragged him deeper into the alleyway and made an anti-vision bubble around us.

Using the Darker core, I also created the tools. Of course, I didn't forget to bind him. Chains were binding his arms and legs together behind his back.

He then woke up, and proceeded to stir around.

"Now, you good damn man, you will tell me everything I ask, right ?"

I asked while smiling and clanking the cutter together.

He noded quite convincingly.

"What is this 'Yamanas Church' thingy ?"

I asked and unlocked his gag.

"I-It's Yamanus Church miss ! And it is a great cult, vowing our greatest servitude to our only true god, Yamanus ! His teaching are the greatest and us, his children, are blessed with- *Muffled noises*"

"Yada, Yada ! So, in conclusion, it is some kind of fucking cult. Fucking great. Seems like a lot of fucking problems. Kay, next question. What is this city we are in ?"

"You don't know ? How fucking stupid are y-"

*Clanking noises intensifies*

"O-Okay, I am telling, just put this thing down !"

"Not a god damn chance. Continue on."

"This city is named Theta city and we are on earth, if you didn't know that already- *Thud !*"

His body fell down. He isn't dead of course, but I was debating if to take one of his fingers off, but decided against that.

It may not be much, but that is some intel. At least now I know the city's name and am not completely clueless as to what to do.

I also allowed myself to empty out his wallet, it is a kidnapping after all.

Leaving this pitiful men, I left the alleyway. Going through the street, I spot the gas station. I was short on my chocolate supplies, might as well restock.

Entering, the only person I saw was the guy behind the lad being on his phone. I didn't mind him any bit and went through the things present in there. Electricity, drinks and finally ... snacks. Finding a few fine bars of chocolate, I take them and bring them to cashier.

He was startled by my 'sudden' appearance, jolted back a bit.

"O-Oh, hello !"

"How much ?"

I ignored his awkward greeting and subtly insisted on him scanning the chocolate bars.

"Ahh, yes this will be-"

Before he could end, I slammed the huge bunch of cash on the lad. Seems like the guy I robbed was situated quite highly.

"... okay, let me count."

Guy proceeded to count and took few bank notes from the bunch.

After seeing that he was done, I took the rest of my money and packed my chocolates into my special-chocolate-pockets.

These had a special function of automatically dropping down the temperature if it is too hot in them, making them a perfect place for such things. This was a necessity when it came to me. Just imagine, you work on some paper work and then you want to take a bite of the chocolate, but it isn't there, it melted. I talk from my own tragic experience.

Going onto the streets once more, I started looking around for anything that would give me any clue as for what I need to do. And, surprisingly, I didn't have to wait for too long. With my better hearing, I was able to hear a commotion taking place. I sneaked towards the place, all while being as stealthy as possible. Getting through the ladder onto the rooftop, I sprinted towards the place, stealthily.

From the rooftop, I was able to observe the situation happening, and from the dialogue between them, I was able to conclude what happened.

Girl, apparently, doesn't have something called 'badge'. Sure enough, quite few people were wearing those around here, I didn't think too much of it though. Does it mean that they are some kind of police ? Gestapo ?

I don't really know what to think of it. She was trying to defend herself, with logical arguments at that, they are the ones with few chromosomes less than the usual amount. As she was in the middle of the talk, one of those guys called 'T.o.y', decided to interrupt.

"Silence! Don't you see how ugly she is! Pair that with the hood and the missing badge and there is no doubt she is uglyhood."

Da what ?

Oh, come on ! First, she isn't even that ugly, looking just like a smaller version of myself. Second, a hood doesn't mean a damn thing, one can be bought by simply going into your typical store. And third, she did already say that she lost it, quite realistically at that. That should be enough to make them believe.

Unfortunately, I was able to tell if someone is lying, just because of this tiny bit amount of hate that people generate when they do so.

Back to the girl, after the accusation, she started defending herself.

"HELL ! DO YOU EVEN HAVE REAL EVIDENCE THAT I AM UGLYHOOD ! IF YOU DON'T, UNHAND ME !"

She was about right in that point here. Point is, they don't have any real evidence, making them unable to detain her in the first place. But, they seem to be some kind of world-wide cult, and if they are really having all those people on earth believing in this bullshit, then they may as well do so legally. Yeah, they really seem to be troublesome bunch. But, from what I can see, this guys are just too fucking weak. I will intervene if they will cross the line.

On the other hand, I think it won't be necessary. I can't see her power level, either meaning that she is too strong, which is probably a no, or just hiding her strength.

In the meantime, I reached towards my pocket, taking out a cold chocolate bar. Eating it, I observed the situation revolve.

"Well, we have an easy test here. Uglyhood can't be harmed with ordinary guns, that means if you die, you are indeed innocent, if you do not, you are uglyhood."

That is some crossing the line right here. I took off my 3D googles and put the chocolate back in my pocket.

Girl shouted in protest, only to be silenced by the gun.

Oh my, did she really die ? Meh, and here I was having a hope for some decent cinema action. I was about to hop down and take care of those toys and then interrogate them, but ... it seems like it won't be necessary.

"How-!"

Wondered one of this toys loudly. Yep, the girl was rising up, rising from the dead. Or rather, she was never dead in the first place.

"How I am still awake is none of your business. I warned you. I warned you that the consequences of you shooting me were heavy. Just know this ..."

She replied, making a dramatic pause at the end.

"I am going to show you, what true fear is."

Now, that's the spirit !

...

After beating the living crap out of these poor aliens/people, she then got for little bit of interrogation.

I couldn't be more proud ! Bullying the weak, behaving like a total chuunibyou and finally, interrogation. It feels as if my blood was present in that person ! Maybe she is some descendant of mine, but from another timeline ?!

"Hey. How about you go out of your hiding place there? I am rather annoyed at this current situation and you don't seem to be part of these people here, or am I wrong?"

She turned towards the opposite direction from mine and spoke. As much as her danger senses are on a good level, she is still not experienced enough to detect the general direction, even more so the precise spot.

Nonetheless, I decided to go out of my hiding place.

I coated my feet in hatred energy, just to eliminate any sound made by my fall.

Even so, she still turned into my direction. How did she do that ? Maybe her danger sense is higher than I think ?

Grinning, I stood up and faced her, face to face, only few meters from each other, both of us staring in each other's eyes.

"How nice of you to come out. I didn't really expect that, to be honest."

Heh. This oughts to be very, very interesting.