Okay okay I see

A Jewish guy and his Chinese friend become concerned because all their Christmas celebrating friends haven’t left their houses or answered any calls in three days.

Okay interesting

I don't get it, could you explain?

Never mess with a persons pet.

Perhaps they will live to learn from their mistake.

I doubt it though.

Nice!

Always treat the "others" right and they will always do right by you.

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Hello Grim. It is nice to know another of your names.

When will you come and free me of this meat suit?

I grow weary.

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Nice! Wasn’t expecting the twist. Will there be a part 3?

Uh yes pleaseeeee

Nice! Didn’t expect an eldritch horror response, but hey; it was good!

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Pretty sure he ended the world.

And does that make it better? Mildly so!

This is actually a masterpiece. If not, definitely exceeding what a reddit WP is. The way all the endings are connected and those 90 degrees make the difference of being the cause of the plague, trying to prevent the plague, and being the cause of the person ending up doing both. So he was the "father" all along, and at the same time the reason to cause and try to prevent the plague? I absolutely love this. Nice to see such a well written story

Heat rays radiate heat rather than conduct it. It should be impossible for that to make something colder.

The Horace Tower was going to fall.

People were panicking. Chooser, a hero with lasers that he could shoot out of his index fingers, had accidentally fired a ray straight through the infrastructure of the Horace Tower, throwing the whole metropolis into chaos. The battle was still raging on, as heroes attempted to battle the Core of Fear out of their stronghold in the old city. Explosions, back and forth, chewed through the earth, as the Core of Fear simply attempted to cause as much chaos as possible before escaping with their lives and as much money as possible.

I, of course, had been on standby for the last couple months, and I could feel myself straining. That strength in me, begging to be unleashed. The "Inner Justice" I called it, trying to egg its way out, trying to show itself. Still, I was only on standby because I had a different job- I worked as a cook in an old diner, one of the few remaining mom and pop shops in the larger, much more corporate metropolis of Pinkerton.

I looked around the store real quick. We were on quiet time- not many customers came in for the little gifts, jewelry, and food that Papa Harold liked to sell, at noon.

"Hey, imma head on break real quick." I noted to Harold.

"Sure, just be back in 15." he waved me off.

"Got it!" I smiled.

I darted out the back of the store, and, looking at Horace Tower, blinked.

I felt my "Inner Justice" start to surge, flowing through my body. Slowly, I felt my heart start to pump a little harder in my chest, before I felt another pumping in sync, on the other side of my chest. I felt an aura, as if I was being hugged, come over me, the aura of my power- my super power- start to form. It was transparent, unseeable, but it radiated outwards, nothing quite like it.

I only then heard the other voice in my head.

>You only wake me up in times of crisis, babes. Can't we just chat once in a while?
>
>Oh, come on! It's not like I have much time in between you and Linda.
>
>Oh, there's a Linda now? You never told me about a Linda.

I felt something rub my hair.

>Well, I'm sorry, you tend to mock me over that stuff.
>
>Well, I'm sorry that being the literal spirit of the universe means that my consciousness isn't normally all that connected when I'm not awakened by you. Do you know how boring it is to sit around doing nothing?
>
>No, but I do know that that tower is going to be destroyed if nobody does anything, which seems to be a problem.

I pointed a finger at the tower, while using my eyes to glance around at all the people fleeing it.

>Well, that seems to be an issue.
>
>Wanna do something about it?
>
>Will you keep me awake more often?
>
>When I'm not at work, yeah.
>
>Your promise?

I sighed internally.

>Fine, I promise.
>
>Well then, let me do my thing.
>
>Alrighty, go ahead.

Immediately, I felt my arms and legs move without my consent, my body flying up into the air at mach speeds. My eyes could barely keep up as I was essentially puppeted through the air by a benevolent, godly force, placed right in front of Horace Tower, and saw some small text in the bottom of my vision.

^(Execute HoraceTower.spawn.exe)

The tower, all the grime and dents and wear and tear that showed in the structure from 25 years of constant use by big name companies, immediately ceased to exist, replaced by one with all the equipment that was previously inside, intact, and all the info, undamaged.

I looked down, and the people once there immediately went from panicked, to cheering, no confusion, none at all.

>Oh, and by the way...

I wrested control back of my neck, and looked down at all the fighting going on in the old city. Thankfully, nothing of importance had been destroyed yed.

>Oh shit, that's Jerry! Yeah, I wanna mess with that little bastard.

My eyes were turned towards one of the Pillars of the Core of Fear. Some sort of explosive power, that allowed him to turn himself into a living bomb and regenerate instantly, essentially acting as TNT.

^(Disabling PvP and World Destruction Add Ons...)

The heroes and villains continued to fight for a little while, at least 10 more seconds, before none of them realized they were doing anything. Jerry tried exploding. Not even a hole where he once was.

>Should we eve re enable PvP?
>
>Oh, trust me, it makes it more fun when we do.
>
>You know what? Fair.

I looked down at the people. Most of them were cheering, looking up at me, shouting.

"Banana Man! BANANA MAN! I LOVE YOU!"

Something struck me that I hadn't thought of in a while.

>Hey, so I don't have any sort of transformation when I summon you, right?
>
>No, I don't think so. You awaken me, and that's it. Why you asking sweety?
>
>Nobody has ever recognized me when I awaken you. Even when I show them you, nobody remembers. You know why that is?
>
>Oh, you finally noticed?
>
>What do you mean, finally noticed?
>
>Look at it from their angle for a moment.

Suddenly, I was looking not from my own eyes, but from one of the cheering crowd members. I looked not like David, the cashier for a small trinkets shop, but like a literal, ten foot tall banana. I tried shifting only my head back, but it literally just disappeared from their view. Then, as it reappeared, I felt their memory shift.

I was being messed with.

>Oh, fuck you!
>
>You still willing to go out for dinner?

I grumbled.

>You're paying.
>
>Finally!

Mrs. Obuabang had screamed when the masked man shot their dog, and Mr. Obuabang grabbed his baseball bat and took a deep breath to go out the door. This was bad. This was SO bad! The children were sleeping on either side of the hallway, and a stray bullet could easily stop their fragile little lives. Even worse, if Mr. O died, they might sell the house and go back to live with Mrs O’s parents! That house had no room for me! No, this was MY home and these were MY people.

It took only a moment for those thoughts to scream through my mind before I bared my teeth and launched at the intruder. I meant to kill him, but being unaccustomed to combat I accidentally pushed him too hard. He slammed into the wall putting a head-shaped hole in the drywall and cracking one of the studs behind it. He fell limply to the floor and lay there breathing but totally unconscious. People in the movies have all this time to chatter and call police when the bad person is knocked out, but real knockouts don’t last that long. I knew that, of course, so I zipped into Mrs. O’s room and grabbed the tie from her bathrobe. Hogtying the intruder took only a moment and my chest was still heaving from adrenaline when I looked up at the horrified faces of my host family.

Apparently Ghana does not have boggarts. I learned that very quickly when they started screaming “demon!” and trying to hit me with the bat. We boggarts are very quick, and very strong, but stainless steel is close enough to cold iron that it’s rather inconvenient. “Stop!” I shrieked as I dodged once and then again. “Stupid humans I’m TRYING to help you!”

By the grace of God, little Amma came out of her room and her scream stopped Mr. O in his tracks. She was only 4 and still young enough to see me under normal conditions. We played often and her mother thought I was the imaginary friend. Amma ran over to me and put her chubby little arms around my neck, “Daddy! No! Don’t hurt Buggy!” She shrieked it right into my ear. Being just a young human, she was had been unable to pronounce “Boggart” when we first met, so she always called me Buggy.

Her father stopped and told her to get away from me. His eyes were so round I thought they might pop out of his head. She glared at him with the ferocity of a very small lioness and said, “No!” “Ahem” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can explain if you would just put down the bat for a moment?” He started to lower the bat when the sound of sirens cut through the air. In the fury of the moment we had both forgotten about the original problem. The original problem was awake now and staring at me with his mouth hanging open. Right. Gesturing at the hog-tied intruder I said, “Let’s deal with this first and then I promise I’ll explain.”

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I remember the end of the world like it was yesterday. The world didn't end in fire, more floods, nore droughts. It ended with a cough. A sniffle, and a 110° temperature that killed you in less than an hour.

Somehow, despite the high rate of infection and high lethality, some managed to survive it. Either through being Asymptomatic, Naturally immune, or possibly even divine luck.

I was in the later. I remember wanting to die, the heat was ungodly. I passed out, expecting to never wake again, only to wake up two days later.

At first, those who survived the virus just tried to figure things out. People then took to making groups.

Those groups laid claim to territory, resources. Other groups would want said resources. Wars broke out.

I was lucky to be in a group that formed a strong, well respected no conflict treaty while on our territory. How? Simple. We raised the kids.

It started when orphaned kids who lost their families would be moved from groups to group, and after several passed away in conflicts, myself and several others formed a split off tribe. We simpliy by The Daycare. Children from birth to eighteen are raised, live safe, and educated within this community.

Anyone who tries anything is dealt with via public execution, their body crucified on the defense walls for all to see.

Cruel, yes, but it gets the message across.

The end goal of this place has, in recent generations begun to take root. Despite all the kids coming from different groups, many of which are rivals, the younger generations raised here and returned to their tribes once they become adults have begun fostering more stable, corporative relationships between tribes.

One of which became a tribe leader, and married their love from The Daycare, who was from another tribe, leading to the two tribes becoming one.

We hope, in two or three more generations, humans will no longer be separated by the tribes, and just return to something like before, but better.

I might die before then, but I'll die knowing I'm making the world better for these kids, and the future of humanity, simply by teaching kindness, compassion, and empathy.

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