Author's Note

Hey, Awesomedude17 here.

So, these stories are now a thing.

I figured that I'd do a story with a genuinely evil character, rather than people like the Spy or Krieg, who actually have some capacity to be good.

Trevor however, does everything for himself.

Enjoy.

He Comes

Insanity is a Mere Advantage
By Awesomedude17

"Why? Why the fuck did you bring me here?" I asked to that jackass.

"I suppose it was because you were a good little pawn."

"Pawn, PAWN. You think I am some little fucking chess piece in this game of chess?" I replied in a mocking tone, fully agreeing with the other half that controls me.

"And what make you think that..."

"Oh, I haven't heard that shit before, listen, no one likes you, and after I'm done with you, I'm going after those two next." I took out a Grenade Launcher, and took aim.

"FOOL, I AM KING SOMBRA, THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF..."

I pulled the trigger, and I took the time to remember what brought me here...

I suppose it began as a relatively normal day, I had gotten all the things I needed to cosplay as the greatest video game character in the history of forever. I already had the voice when I played the game, the character was just plain amazing. The outfit was simple, and the hairstylist... did not enjoy the results of what I asked for him.

Point was, I had turned into a near perfect replica of my favorite fictional character.

Trevor Phillips.

Of course, I wasn't Trevor, my real name's Damon, and I was waiting for my friends, who also were cos-playing as the other GTA V protagonists.

"Hey T, where the fuck are you?"

"I'm going out, you jackass, let me finish up!" I yelled, I was near perfect replica, but I needed make-up, to simulate the meth scars, and teeth. It took only about 20 minutes, but I was finished, and went downstairs, walk, dirty shirt, dirty sweatpants, boots, bald spot and all. I had even put temporary tattoos similar to those Trevor had, not the shitty, rub off ones, ones that were put on like real tattoos. Hurt like hell, but worth the price.

I got to the front porch, and saw a black sedan, and in it, were my two friends, Hiram, cos-playing as Michael De Santa, and Larry, cos-playing as Franklin Clinton. I got in the back seat and yelled out...

"Ladies, let's get our nails done!"

"Man, whatever." Larry said in a mediocre copy of Franklin's voice.

"Are you kidding me, am I the only one who got his character right?"

"Hey, you had the privilege of sounding like a guy on a video game years before he even existed." Hiram snarked.

"Screw you man, what kind of name is Hiram?"

"A badass one, he invented the machine gun."

Ugh, I only had a minor idea of how guns work, Hiram however was the guy who knew it all.

"You guys know more about guns than I do." Larry said.

"Of course, you're Franklin, you have poor marksmanship!" I said.

"Well I should be driving then."

"Yeah, but I was here first." Hiram replied.

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Damon."

I groaned. I couldn't wait to start acting like a jackass for the sake of being my character.

A few more minutes, and I was at the con. My buddies and me got out and we began to walk in. We had moved in and we met with all kinds of cos-players; anime, comic book heroes, movie characters, TV characters, even a few original ideas. OF COURSE, there was a few who had the same idea, and I found myself facing another guy dressed as Trevor Phillips.

"Watch where you're going, asshole." He said.

"Watch where you're going, fucker!" I replied with a stronger tone.

We closed the distance and scowled. People took pictures and videos of us staring each other down.

Once we were done, we moved away, scoffed at each other and walked away. That was good acting, I must admit.

"Man I love conventions." I muttered to myself. Hiram and Larry broke off with me, leaving me alone in a mass of people.

I went to a stall, and found many weapon props. The Blades of Chaos, a Trigun, the Master Sword.

One caught my eye, a generic grenade launcher, and it seemed to be a functional, if safe, prop.

"Hey, you!" I yelled at the stall owner, who just glared at me.

"Give me that Grenade Launcher, I'll pay you any amount."

He just looked and said, "$125."

Oooh, kinda steep. But I could manage with a diet of ramen for a few weeks. I took out the money I needed, gave it to the stall owner, and gave me the gun.

"Thank you." I replied in the way Trevor might reply, and then examined the weapon. It was a good copy, and it was obvious from the inside of the weapon that it was a fake.

I still felt like something was up with it.

But as Trevor would say it, 'Fuck It!'

When I found myself alone, I soon began to feel woozy.

"What... the..." The gun itself soon began to crackle, as if it was malfunctioning.

The last thing I saw was flash and the last thing I heard was an explosion before I saw that I was in a field. The weapon in my hands began to feel heavier, and so did what I had on. I looked into my sweatpants and found several weapons, including a freaking minigun. And then, I began to feel angry, filled with rage. I looked around, and this wave of light began to flow. When it hit me, I felt like I was being paralyzed. I lost my sight, my smell, my taste. All I could do it hear, and feel.

Hear and feel.

Heal and feel!

I panicked at this and soon enough, I passed out from the fear I felt.

I felt alone, and scared...

And angry, oh so... fucking angry!

When I awoke, I found myself unable to move, unable to see. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew was that I was stuck.

"Mehahahahaha..."

"Hello, is there anybody who can help me?" I tried to say, but I couldn't move.

Time passed, and I was losing my sanity. What was going on?

"Welcome..."

What the... who was that?

"How are you enjoying this stone prison?"

"As much as an ass's ass." I managed to blurt out. I did not know why I even said it, I didn't even think of saying it.

"Hph, well if you're going to be like that..."

"Whoever you are, you better let me out or I'll break out and fuck your fucking skull after I rip it out of your fucking head!" Oh God, I realized something, I had now become the one and only Trevor Phillips.

Wherever I was, everyone wouldn't be safe if I did break out.

"Well, you seem eager. I have a offer I want to give."

That got me interested. "What is it?"

"You have to eliminate the rulers of the Crystal Empire, and bring me back to the physical plane."

"And if I refuse?"

"You'll be stuck in stone for the rest of eternity."

Shit, he was right. Knowing Trevor, I'd accept, do the actions I was given and get stabbed in the back, and go on a violent rampage that would end with some higher-ups getting six-feet under.

"I..." I said with a dramatic pause. "...Accept."

Considering the alternative, I at least had some ways of being controlled, mostly with money, a good deal with booze and meth.

"Before I release you, would you like anything?"

Oh God, I knew the exact things I wanted.

"My shit!"

Dammit.

"What?"

"My weapons, my truck, my meth!"

At least I clarified.

"Very well."

I began to heard some cracking. I did not know where I was, but as soon as I broke free, the light blinded me, and I feel to the ground.

"Oh, SON OF A BITCH!!! Fucking light!"

I began to hear some clopping, and I turned towards the sound. When I regained my vision, I saw horses, wearing golden armor.

"Halt, who goes there?"

"Whoa, that must have been some strong jenkum." I didn't really huff, whatever jenkum was, I don't even want to know what it was, I don't plan on finding out.

"Who are you?" The horse ordered.

"Trevor, Trevor Phillips. Now where's a bar? I am so fucking... whoa..." I fell backwards, my vision faded and the last thing I heard was a voice.

"Guards, what is that?"

"Uaaah... mother...mother... uaagh." I vomited the contents of my stomach onto the ground. Being stuck in a stone prison has taken it's tole on my health.

Either that, or I really became Trevor Phillips, and I'm going through withdrawal.

Shit.

Celestia looked at the being in front of her. It was disgusting and filthy. It was sickly looking, hairless, and whatever clothes it was wearing, it was obvious that it couldn't care what it looked like. It seemed to have been doing some kind of controlled substance as well and then there was stench coming from the being. She looked to the side and saw that it was a being that broke from it's stone prison.

"Guards, take it to the medical bay, if it attacks when it wakes up, knock it out and put it in the dungeon." Celestia ordered the guards.

"Yes, your highness."

"And gather the former bearers of the Elements, we will need them if the situation arises."

"Of course. Anything else."

Celestia looked thoughtful, and nodded.

"Get my sister, Luna and Discord, now."

"Very well, your majesty." The guards took the passed out creature and carried it to the medical bay. Celestia sighed, and took a deep breath.

What are you?