Tuesday, January 12th
Schooltime
Weather: Rainy
Visual Arts
Everyone at the middle table looked at Creation Nation in concern, as he had deep black circles under his eyes and his once jovial smile was turned into a frown devoid of any sense of happiness. It was very sad to look at.

“Are you alright?” Cruel Fate questioned cautiously, not wanting to potentially trigger him, but Creation was mostly docile... It was scary how silent he was before shaking his head and looking around.

“W-wha... Yeah... Yeah... I’m fine...” Creation said, a yawn escaping from his mouth.

“My goodness, he was sleeping with his eyes open...” Curio Libre whispered to himself in shock, between Creation’s words.

“Excuse me..” He added to his previous statement, before abruptly letting his face fall to the table. Pastel Skies sees this and walks behind him. She clears her throat and-

“YOUNG COLT, GET YOUR LAZY BUM UP!!” She yelled in a strict, army sergeant voice, causing Creation to spring up from his slumber, quickly shaking his head to provide a jolt to his senses, staring at Pastel Skies with wide, tired, and almost absent eyes. Pastel Skies smiled, content with her action, walking back to her place at the front of the classroom.

“Thank you..” She added, with her usual soft tone as she returned to her lecture. Creation groaned and slammed his head on the table in embarrassment. Winter Fields gave him a sympathetic look and patted his back.

“Hey, don’t worry... A lot of us, when we had our first day of college, tended to have days like this. What you have to do is-” She consoled the tired pony the best she could, but was cut off by a loud snore. Winter Fields looked down at him and shook him slightly. He wouldn’t budge.

“This guy is hopeless...” Cruel said, shaking her head. Sapphire Valley, looking up from her notes, sighed and would lift Creation with her magic before shaking him around in the air for about 5 seconds. Upon setting him down, his hair was now even messier than before, and one of his eyes was twitching.

“Th-th-thank y-y-you..” Creation shakily replied, earning him a nod from Sapphire. He then went back to listening to Pastel Skies’ lecture about art, though it was a very grueling experience for him as his eyes continued to haunt him with rest. He definitely was heading home right when school ended.

After School
Weather: Cloudy
Barcelponia Streets
Creation Nation walked home alone... Tired and dreary from the terrible nightmare he had experienced last night, and from the plethora of long, drawn-out lectures today...

“Stupid nightmare...” He grumbled to himself, looking down at the wet stone road he walked on before he felt a violent jerking on his satchel before it slid off his neck. When looking up, he saw some hooded figure. He soon became alert to the fact that he was just stolen from and gave chase.

“Hey! Thief! Get back here!!” He yelled as he chased after the figure down the streets. He followed the figure into an alley, only to find his satchel laying down, next to a huge, antique mirror...

‘Strange..’ Creation checked his surroundings to make sure he wasn’t about to be ambushed by anyone with any ill intentions. Seeing as there was no one around, he slowly sauntered towards his satchel to pick it up. However, once he did, he felt a force shove him right into the mirror. But, instead of the glass shattering, he felt nothing. Like he just went through the mirror.

Unknown Area
Creation fell to the ground, a big puff of air escaping his lungs. He groaned and stood back up. But, when he did, it felt strange... He looked at his front hooves to check if they were alright but... What he found was very off-putting. Not only did he find that hooves were indeed not there, but he also found out that what had weren’t hooves. They were hands.

“WHAT IN THE SWEET NAME OF CELESTIA?!” He shrieked, standing on his back hooves. He looked at himself, seeing himself covered in foreign white clothing. A one-piece that covered his torso, his biceps, and his legs, only exposing his back, er bottom hooves, and his hands. He looked at himself and sighed, relieved that he was at least in one piece. Before he moved, he began to look around him, and what he saw absolutely astonished him.

He found himself in some strange version of Barcelponia, where everything was a shade of purple or magenta, the sky was like a sunlit twilight with what seemed like thousands of stars adorning the skies. There were also castle-like structures all over the place as he walked around. Bridges spiraling in the air, staircases that lead to nowhere, incomplete pillars, it looked like someone stuck reality into some crazy fantasy world, molding the city into a fantastical cluster of madness!

As he was observing the city with both wonder and bewilderment, he heard an inhuman screech, causing him to whip his head around to the source of the noise, met with the sight of large piles of black substance lurching towards him. He stepped back, albeit clumsily since he was not used to this new body. They would stop at a distance away from the yellow horse, only to pulsate and rise upwards, molding themselves into a form. They would soon form into 8 rodent-like creatures with messy pelts covered in ragged clothes, big cartoonish ears, long fuzzy tails, big toothy grins plastered on their faces, their eyes covered with black masks, a golden “VI” imprinted on a bulk of their ebon accessory. They seemed harmless enough until they reached behind their backs and pulled out-

“BOMBS?!” Creation screamed before he clambered back to his hooves and began to run for his life, his heart beating like a drum. To add to his misfortune, he soon came to face a dead end as he turned one corner. He turned around to escape the alleyway, only to see that the Goblins had closed him in, starting to get closer. And the closer they got, the more he would whimper and shiver in terror. He would close his eyes, resigning to his fate...

That was until he heard a voice ring throughout the air.

“Medusa!” a boisterous feminine voice proclaimed. Creation opened his eyes as he heard the sounds of a scuffle, though he seemed to be untouched. And when he did, he saw the most perplexing sight. A giant woman covered in a red toga surrounded by a flowing blue aura. Coming from under the crimson clothes would be a long, green serpentine tail. In the opposite direction, her neck, arms, and hands would be equally as scaly, sharing the same green color, her claws pitch black. Meanwhile, when looking at what would be her head, his sight would be met with a silver cage surrounding her headspace, casting her face into shadow, the only visible part of her face being her glaring, bestial, yellow eye. Through the spaces of the bars, snakes of equally green color with red eyes and thin red tongues slithering from their mouths would be surging out and hissing at the enemies.

The Goblins would attempt to attack the snake creature, though they wouldn’t get that chance as the yellow eye would glare and the snakes would release small balls of light from their mouths, blasting each of the bomb-wielding creatures from the air. They would each hit the ground, soon to be dispatched by a string of barbed wire which would slash through each of them, making them disperse into clouds of red and black aura. When the snake woman disappeared from thin air, a feminine figure was standing there, raveling her barbed whip.

She was a Diamond Dog, adorned in gothic clothing. A black spiked choker was fastened around her neck with similar black spiked bands were adorned on her wrists. She wore a black corset laced with white, with a black long sleeve underneath that stopped halfway down her arms. Though, she had on black pants under the skirt, which were only ripped at the knees and below. Upon looking at her face, she had glowing amber eyes that rivaled the brilliance of the sun. Her head shape was like that of a wolf. Slender with a small skull frame, though her ears were fairly big, and somewhat held back, as a sign of anger. Aside from her bodily details, she had a black satchel and a whip holster at her waist area. She snapped her fingers right in front of Creation’s face.

“Hey, buddy! Don’t be fallin’ in love with me already! We’ve only just seen each other..” She said, somewhat annoyed. Creation jumped to his feet and shook his head.

“Sorry. That was just... Wow. You exude so much... Power..” Creation said, exasperated.

“Don’t worry. If you can enter this place without having a screwed-up fantasy trying to kill you, you’ll probably be seeing this a lot.” She said as she started to walk off. Creation was puzzled at this, wanting to ask so many questions but felt his survival was more important than the information gap, so instead of moving his lips, he began to move his legs and followed the diamond dog. Though, after following her for a while, he began to speak up.

“...M-my name is Creation Nation,” Creation said awkwardly, which only got a short “Hm” out of the dog-woman.

“I’m Carboni,” She said, not paying Creation any mind as she was looking around the area, possibly scouting for more of those creatures. Creation made sure to stay close to her just in case. “Let’s focus on getting you out of here.”

“Sure..!” Creation piped up, following her throughout the twisted and distorted streets of this dream, or to be accurate, nightmare realm. As began to lead him back to the familiar Main Street avenue with the city. Creation recognized it by the broad road and the alignment of streetlamps and hedges in the middle of the road. Though, before they could advance any more, the black and red mist those creatures formed from began to surround the duo in clumps before forming into newer creation. No longer were those creatures the bomb-carrying gremlins, they were now surrounded by infantile rabbit creatures, wearing what seemed to be diapers that were clipped with golden pins labeled with a “VIII”, though wielding bulky red wooden crossbows with dark magenta bolts placed in them, ready to aim. Carboni would groan and shake her head, unhooking her whip from her waist.

“Crud, stupid Anti-Cherubs!” She said as she took out her whip.

“Anti-Cherubs?! Can’t you use that big snake woman?” Creation cried out, standing close to the whip-wielder, who would huff, shaking her head.

“No. Even if I wanted to, Light doesn’t work on these bastards! I just gotta brute force them,” Carboni said, as she began to lash her barbed wire whip towards the seemingly angelic crossbow wielders. However, her attacks miss as they swiftly dodge her, starting to barrage her with the pink bolts. She would dodge most of them, though a few grazed her legs and arms. Upon realizing the danger, Carboni began to summon that blue aura that was present when he saw the giant snake woman.

“Damn it! Medusa- Agh!” She yelled before a bolt lodged itself right through her hand, causing her to hold her wrist as her hand was in agony, the blue aura fading from around her. It seems that Medusa was the name of the snake woman. Creation saw this and ran up to Carboni, looking at her injured hand.

“A-Are you alright? Can you still fight?” He asked, hunching over her as a body shield.

“N-Not until... I can get the bolt out...” Carboni croaked, trying to remove the projectile from her hand, only for Creation to bash to the side by one of the Anti-Cherubs, held at bolt-point. “Creation..!”

Creation tried to stand, only for fear to take the feeling in his limbs, causing him to stay to the ground, the mischievous smiles of the lagomorphic angels staring him down, his vision becoming clouded by darkness and the fog within his mind. Was he... Being consumed by these shadows...?

‘Is this... The end of me..?’ He questioned himself, his eye filling with tears, waiting for his swift and yet so painful death... Only for a voice to call out to him.

“You are a coward..” Called the stern and thundering voice. As soon as it spoke, time seemed to slow down exponentially. Creation opened his eyes wide and looked around.

“H-huh..?” Creation question out loud.

“I am talking to you, Creation Nation. You are a sniveling coward... Over what? Facing death? Ha! You should be laughing in the face of it. That is what you used to be like! Now, you are quiet and boring... What happened? I will tell you what happened... YOU HAVE LET FEAR INTO YOUR HEART!!” When his voice boomed, Creation held his head in pain, crying a bit.

“Look at you.. Pathetic. Crying over a tiny headache... Where did all the passion in your life go? You used to be so full of vibrance and color... Yet, something is missing... Greyness stains your soul... Now, you have fallen into a trepid nature... Did you notice it too? I thought so. You have let fear into your soul and create fissures... And, I’m here to help you heal those wounds... Let us form a bond... One that cannot be formed in the material realm...” said the voice. Soon, Creation Nation’s head started to throb like hell, and his skin started to feel like he was boiling away on the sun...

“Thou art I.. And, I am thou... Thou hast seen what a truest of hell’s is like... Being chained to an undesirable position. But now, emancipation is soon to be granted to the... I am the one who was torn into pieces and was thrown away to be fish food... But, those who cared for my destroyed body put me back together... I soon knew what I had to do... It was my turn, to rule over the dead.” The voice announced as Creation Nation was balling out on the ground. Screaming... Drooling... Crying... Thrashing... And basically, in pain. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Say my name...” The voice said as blue flames crawled onto Creation. Soon, the flames began to form into a set of light armor for the stallion. A golden gorget with a wind design adorned itself upon his shoulders, a while hood cast above his head, connected to a flowing white cape with a gold ankh embroidered upon the cloth. Two golden braces appeared on his upper arms, while two long bracelets covered his lower arms, veto his hands. Down his torso was a leather plackart, woven to appear in a “v” pattern, ending in a golden belt with a brown sheath with golden accents attached to it. Held up by the golden garment, a while shendyt hung from, with a long rectangular strand placing itself in the middle, with the titular ankh embroidered on it. Underneath the shendyt were a pair of brown pants adorned with golden knee pads and a set of black boots to help guard the stallion’s hooves.

“SAY... MY... NAME!!” The voice boomed. Creation closed his eyes tight and gritted his teeth. Soon, he couldn’t take it anymore. A blue aura began to form around him, a thick blue ribbon tied around his body. He saw that he had only one choice. Grabbing the ribbon, getting ready to tear, and screaming:

“OSIRIS!!”

As soon as time went back into its normal speed, an explosion of blue flames came from behind Creation, as his Anugyptian clothing reformed onto his body, blowing the Anti-Cherubs back, who could only watch as something started to take form within those flames. A green, Frankenstein-ish pony-man with a clean white shendyt wrapped around his stitched waist, along with a pharaoh’s hat. He, or it, had a malnourished frame, his ribs poking through his torso’s skin. Yet, he still had strong features, like abs, and manly pecs. He had a single poofy, brown ponytail on the back of his head. His eyes were completely white. And, wherever there was supposed to be a joint, there was a stitch line. He had on long fingerless gloves, with the Ankh symbol on them. His fingers were long and sharp. On his back was a paintbrush, with red, flaming pain on it.

“I am Osiris, King of the Underworld, the former king of Anugypt. I cometh into the physical plane...” said Osiris, as he towered over Creation Nation. “Now, young Hero, go forth and lay waste to the darkness!”

Creation Nation chuckled, and held his hand out, the blue flames forming a sleek scimitar in his hand.

“Alright Osiris... I’m ready. Let’s kick some ass!” Creation yelled out loud, proud of his new accomplishment. Osiris let out a bellowing howl, sending all the Anti-Cherubs back, allowing Creation to help Carboni get to her feet.

“So, you have a Persona now? That’s great... Let’s take these D-bags down!” She said with angered enthusiasm. She would rip the bolt out of her hand before dousing the wound in a green liquid from a potion bottle, healing the hole and leaving a slight scar. This is where the battle truly begins.

Creation and Carboni V.S The Shadow Horde (Anti-Cherub x6)

FIGHT!

“Persona!” Carboni summoned the blue aura around her, slashing it with her whip, summoning Medusa.

Medusa used Cleave on Anti-Cherub A!

Medusa would rush forward and used her sharp black claws to slash at one of the Anti-Cherubs, sending them flying.

“Persona!” Creation would slash the blue ribbon he had just gained the ability of summoning, the dead king appearing.

Osiris used Agi on Anti-Cherub A!

Osiris would draw a brazier hieroglyph in the air with his paintbrush, the sigil glowing red before transforming into a ball of fire and launching itself at the Anti-Cherub, sending it crashing down, dropping its crossbow in the process.

“Woah, you hit its weakness!” Carboni screamed in triumph, flabbergasted that this new guy was able to strike at the creature’s weakness, turning to him with a bright smile on her face. “Do it again!”

Osiris used Agi on Anti-Cherub B-F!

Creation would nod and began to blast the rest of the Anti-Cherubs down, Osiris drawing the flaming symbol for each one, sending them crashing down to the ground in smoking heaps, one of them even still smoldering with fire.

“Let’s thrash ‘em!” Carboni screamed, drawing out her whip. Creation nodded and drew his blade rushing at the devilish angels and giving them all they got, reducing them to the black and red wisps they came from.

Creation, realizing that the threat was gone, turned towards Carboni with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, we did it! We-” He cheered before a sudden bolt o fatigue washed over his mind and body, his voice going mute and his body going limp as his eyes shut close and-

THUMP!

Author's Note

==Analysis Collection==

Personas

• Osiris has gotten stronger and has risen to Level 2!
• Medusa has gotten stronger and has risen to Level 2!

Osiris
Arcana: Glimmer (Fool)
Strong to: Fire
Weak to: Darkness
Skills:

• Agi - Deals light Fire damage to 1 foe with a minuscule chance to inflict Burn.
• Bash - Deals light Strike damage to 1 foe.

Bio: Osiris is was the original Pharoah of Egypt (or Anugypt) until he was murdered by his brother, Set, so he could take his place as Pharoah. But, with the combined forces of Isis and Nephthys, they manage to put him back together once more, but since he had died, he had to take responsibility as Ruler of the Underworld and King of the Dead.

Medusa
Arcana: Dragon (Magician)
Weak to: ???
Strong to: Bless
Skills:

• Kouha - Deals light Bless damage to 1 foe.
• Cleave - Deals light Slash damage to 1 foe.

Bio: Once a beautiful woman, she was seduced by Poseidon and committed a promiscuous act within the Temple of Athena, which caused the goddess to curse her with snakes to protrude from her hair and to freeze anyone unfortunate to meet her gaze. It’s debated if she willingly went with Poseidon or not.

Shadows

Goblin
Arcana: ???
Weak to: Bless
Strong to: ???
Skills:
???

Anti-Cherub
Arcana: ???
Weak to: Fire
Strong to: Bless
Skills:

• Skewer - Deals light Pierce damage to 1 foe.

A new character was introduced, Carboni the Diamond Dog, made by moi!