Re:write The Authors Transmigration-Chapter 282: Where we left off [1]

"What the fuck?" As Diabolus returned, memory Rachel was flabbergasted by the sight of not one but other variants of Christoper Morris

"You can put me down now," Upon hearing an unfamiliar voice memory Rachel faced Diabolus back and saw Yuri battered and bruised

"Who are you–"

Yuri shoves her hand in her way as she closes in and replies. "Please before any questions I need some God damn rest! Arghhhh... my wound! It opened again, fuck it hurts so much!"

"I’ll provide you with some medical care, but my priority lies with treating my liege, can you wait for a little bit?" Diabolous lay her down on the soft emergency stretcher he found on the theme park’s storage

"How kind of you! Thank you very much... Morris’s fuck doll-"

"I’d like to clarify that I am indeed his servant but I was not ordered to be his partner if he does wish to I can see why not,"

Diabolus added more gas in panning the flames of confusion until memory Rachel could no longer hesitate. "It was supposed to be just a normal date... just what in the world happened? And why are there multiple Christoper Morris???"

...

1 hour later

"So in a nutshell they’re not from the future, and these other Christoper Morris’s aren’t his alternate timeline variants?"

"Righty O! Instead of the future, we came from the present. I know it might sound crazy... but you aren’t real," After some warmth and care provided by Diabolous, Yuri chippered in a flash and then proceeded to inform memory Rachel

"I guess that kind of makes sense?"

"Really-"

"Of course it doesn’t! Can’t you tell I’m being sarcastic? You just upright told me that I’m a fake. A mere fragment of Rachel Ainsley!!!" After a while, she began to break down, her eyes shaking, heart racing, knees shaking, her neck feeling rather chocked

"Hahaha! Things aren’t just going your way huh? You might as well call this a whorible day. Get it cuz you’re a freaking whore!!!" Instead of relieving Rachel with her newfound worry caused by one of the undeveloped egos

"Denial! What did I tell you about minding your manners? Can’t you be nice? We have to work together to get through this,"

"Nice? Puehahaha! No can do sweetheart. You’re telling me to do the impossible. Like asking a whore to be virtuous," Denial hinted as he glares quite apparent hinting to everyone to who he was aiming his god-awful remarks

"That’s it! I can tell the rest of these Alter egos or whatcha ma call them are a part of my hubby... but you are not one of them-"

Rachel freezes as Denial hurls then replies. "Hubby? Ew gross! I can’t believe I used to call this demonic hag my prize princess. She’s more like bitch ass ho–"

A powerful crackling noise was heard and everyone saw Spell Thief at Denial’s back granting him the release he wanted.

"It looks like my authority is being ignored... then would you all like it if I show my hand? I’ve been dying to strangle anyone," The other alter egos shift their gazes not wanting to lock with his eyes as he displayed a hint of Christoper’s cruelty

"I suggest you stay down before I make you... I was ordered directly by my liege in managing you all- Hey I’m not finished!"

Spell Thief simply ignores Diabolus and picks off where he left off. "No wonder you’re doing a shitty job. I’m not much of a people’s person. Heck, I don’t trust anyone but myself,"

"Okay shows over... now quit acting I know you’re still awake, Denial! Quite rebellious even to this day?" He sends forth a jab weak enough for the unsprouted ego to remain but horrendous so that they’ll regret receiving

"Bluargh! I- I- I- I’m s-sorry–" Spell Thief clutched Denial’s cheeks rendering him incapable of speaking only permitting him to hear his words

"Hush... Diabolus do you know why in confident? Although the host entrusted us to you I am their mediator!!!"

Survival was in fact cruel, being meticulous, calculated, and devoid of all emotion to rationally scheme. Spell Thief made it so to re-educate the alter egos to act, talk, and even the limitations of their authority. In a way, he became the wolf wearing the shepherd’s clothes and being aggressive if he must all in the name of survival

"You’re right... It seems my lieges theory was right on the mark. You ’Egos’ can naturally inherit his memories," Diabolus steps in as soon as the situation is in dire need of interference for Denial is nearing his breaking point

"If you understand then might I suggest letting go of my arm-"

"I believe we’re past that point... knowing my master, and you being a part of him you know it as well. So why don’t you back off," Spell Thief yanked his arm and vacated the area leaving the pummeled ego in Diabolous’s capable hands

"Honestly... I can’t believe someone like him is a part of my liege. Then again it takes a strong character to move such as myself," He stares at the collapsed alter ego before him, battered and bruised, and nearly identical to a shredded carcass

"A part of my master or not he needs to learn some manners. Even their host is rather civil. I’m not a slave you ow!" Upon stating his dissatisfaction he waited but not a single Alter ego appeared to even lend a helping hand

"... sigh. My liege you better wake up soon. I don’t know what I’m going to do if they push me to my breaking point," He drags Denial by his to the stretcher, and then he goes off and applies the needed medical treatment

...

2 hours later

’Rachel! Wait up... I just need to catch my breath- Rachel??? What the? This isn’t funny Rachel where are you!!?’

Christopher was just a hair away from her but as soon as he stopped to catch his breath she vanished. The entirety of the theme park went dark, but slowly it faded leaving nothing but shadows until he was engulfed. Surrounded by darkness he hears cries, agonizing screams, and memories flooding one after the other

"Holy shit!!!" He wakes up and finds himself sleeping on an improvised bed made from a stretcher and cotton found on the prizes

[Looks like you had a bad dream]

"More like a nightmare- Where am I? Arghhh my head hurts! Blake!! I’m out of my anti-depressants god this so unbearable!"

[Is he still a little bit crazy?]

"The anti-depressants can wait... just how did I fucking get here? I don’t remember jack-shit about going to a theme park-"

"So you’re finally awake?" Morris panicked and in his sudden flight he lost his balance and felt the rough embrace of the floor

"Fucking hell! What the heck was that for? Also, why are you here Spell Thief? Wait... are we inside my head?" The backlash of merging his personalities in quick succession and his sudden amnesia were no mere coincidence

[Was that the weakened backlash? Did he forget everything? How the hell are we going to continue with someone like that?]

[Calm down will ya? I’m his avatar, it’s my duty to nag this bastard. Now if you’ll excuse me you fucking idiot! What were you thinking---]

The Forgotten Sage refused to back down and kept on nagging the hell out of him but his focus turned upon meeting Spell Thief. Christoper was clueless about their situation, but he felt it, something steering him to touch his Alter ego. The moment a contact was confirmed a shock ran through Spell Thief transferring to Morris which then penetrated his mind

"Can this be considered a mind fuck? You overloaded my head with all that information. So that’s what happened?"

"Pretty much... we the alter egos are mentally connected to you. That can also be said to you considering-"

"I just received my lost memories from making touching you? I guess we all share the same mind. Quite a nifty ability," He stood on his own two feet and began to walk away from Spell Thief

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Didn’t you just send me the latest info? I’m gonna talk to her properly this time around... so don’t worry too much," Christoper then wraps his wounds in bandages and snaps off a metal from one of the buildings to use as his cane

"Hmmm... I didn’t think you’d act so mature. I thought maybe you’ll act similarly to Denial. I guess you truly are unpredictable-"

"Don’t bullshit me Spell Thief!"

"Pardon?" He replies quite dumbfounded at how Christoper had reacted

"I may be an adult but I ain’t forgiving no traitorous cunt... why I’m doing this is so I wouldn’t get nag by myself. Wish me luck," As depressing as his life was Christoper Morris was right on the mark even someone like him has a shred of pride

’If I refused to give in to his request I’ll just look like a whiney-ass brat so hopeless he needs a pep talk from his personality. No way am I going to be remembered as that miserable and hopeless I rather die but death isn’t an option for me. I’m a little irritated but a part of me wishes for something, even up til now it hasn’t vanished, just why?’

"Sage, Great benefactor, are you there...?"

[Were here what’s wrong Morris?]

[Why aren’t you resting it’s only a matter of-]

"Can the two of you do me a favor?" They had a long and tiresome chat lasting about half an hour until it finally came to an end with the deities granting his favor

...

Near the Ferris wheel

"This has to be a dream... it can’t be real. But why? I know for myself I’m real but when they told me I began to feel strange-" memory Rachel glimpses at her palm having no distinct features, uniqueness, but her view changes when it glitched

"Why so glum chum? Did ya miss me? Come on let’s continue your date-"

Memory Rachel trembled in fear upon hearing his voice but the moment she looked her mood changed. "Stay back! Wait... that face? Morris! You’re still alive thank god! I thought you were a goner for a second,"

She pounced on him with no concern for his injuries, her joy overshadowed her worry but something small like this was nothing. Christopher positioned himself allowing him to catch her with a single arm and the other to maintain the balance of his footing. She cried so much as the slightest feel of his warmth indicating his life had yet to be fully snuffed by this cruel world

"It’s been three hours since you’d slept but it felt like days! Please don’t die! I can’t... I don’t know if I can take it," She tightly hugged Morris and as she continued she squeezed longer until their chest brushed against their own

"Days huh? The last time I saw you... it’s been half a decade. So much so I have lots to say and things I need to do,"

Rachel was then reminded of fear for the person before herself was someone who’d muddle the image of her lover. She closed her eyes, straightened her back, and prepared her body but nothing happened not even a slap. She only felt her hands being tugged by Morris as he dragged her off to the countless rides waiting to be ridden

’Am I crazy? You may, but when did I act normal for once? Not really am I right? This is just my way of settling the score. Am I in love with her? Nah I’m fucked up to be having some romantic thoughts but I did love her. But that has long passed this point, so what I’m doing now is cleansing my regret, I regretted not being able to do this,’

"So how bout we start where we left off?"