Verus Fantasma

by Skylord_Ozar

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 484

When your world is forged from another's daydreams... What becomes of their nightmares?

I have stalked these stories for a while, but haven't found one that matches my tastes, so I'm trying my hand at it.
Be honest, be prolific. If it's bad I can fix it, if it's unredeemable, I'll disappear.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-21 21:29:09 UTC

Prologue: Vassal

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

"This is odd indeed. This calligraphy is incredibly precise, repeated perfectly throughout the entire text." The speaker was a mint unicorn dressed in a hazmat suit, he was shifting through a twisted spire of metal and pages strewn about by an impact. The surrounding area was littered with charred and smudged pages. He and a small team of researchers where digging through the remains of the charred and melted impact crater. What differed about this site from the others he had worked on, is this it occurred in a cavern at least a hundred feet below the surface. With no way is could have fallen without punching a hole through dirt and stone.

He raised up a paper and began reading it as a detachment of heavy machinery operators came to relieve their shift. He trotted over to the examination workstation and began studying the papers as a indigo Pegasus came up beside him.

"Dr. Frieghmane, I see your eager for this new site." His previous site had been observing if a rock placed on a fibrous sheet would cause the material to distort reality. This of course was in the Southern Isles, where the frigid wind made a great cover for mysterious things to hide in.

{Diarchy Research Facility: Classified Operations}

|Subject Log|

[Class 6] Access

+Cleared+

[Subject #3371]

Given Name: Void-Walker

Classification: Denizen Immaterian

Persuasion: Night Terror

Analysis | H̨í͞͡d̶̶̴͝ę͢͏̨͝ ̡͘͞͞͝a҉͟͢͟͞n͢͜͡d͟ ̷p̛͡r̸̵̵̕ą̛̕͟͞y͞͡҉ ̴̴̸̨͢i̢͢t̨̀͢͠ ̷̶̀d̴͘o̸̢͡e̢͜͜͠͝ş͘n҉̛̕҉'̴̶̡̡͠t̶͟ ̷͢҉̵̡f́͟͝҉i̡͢ń̸̶͘͢ḑ̸͟͢ ́͘͘͘͢y̵͠ò̡u̴͘.́͢͡

Dr. F̵̢̡̀̕r̶̡͜͞͏e̵҉͘͟͡e̛͢m̶͟á̵ń̢̀ 's Log on Subject #3371

"Subject claims to be from the realm in-between realities, also known as the Pandaemonium. Testing has concluded that the anomalous bioradio patterns don't correlate with any known reality.

It claims to be a he, even though at times it performs phase shifts and changes form. It is unknown if it can be harmed in convenient ways as of yet.  {F̨҉̢̡e̸̶͘̕a̷̸r̢͢͞҉ ̧͏̷m͟ę͘͘,͝ ̀͜͝͠Í͘͢ ̢́͢a҉̷͢m҉̡ ̴͞ý͡͝ǫ̸͞ư̴̢r̡͏́͜҉ ͟͟͡͡N̵í̶́͢͢g̡͢͢͟͢h̨͘t̢͘͠ḿ̧͟à̕͘ŕ҉̷̷̀e̵~̛̕͜}

Subject #3371's appearance can take any form the viewer has a particular apprehension for. While the basic form is the same, a tall, dark, lanky, biped; it can appear as a roiling mass of matter, insectoid or reptilian in looks, a gaseous vapor, a glimmering shadow, and other such cases.

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"Whatever was being studied, was not something that should be tampered with."