Chapter Five: Alliance

After the group teleported back to the Everfree Castle and introduced each other, Celestia took Master Chief and the Slayer to the old throne room; allowing Luna and Chrysalis to get cleaned up of the blood on their armor.

The Guard mares wordlessly opened the large old wooden doors, the hinges slightly squeaking as they let their guests in.

" We were planning to assault Dainn’s stronghold in Ponyville, but the creatures that are called Demons started appearing in points across the country…”

She said, trailing off at the thought of countless ponies getting slaughtered; even worse than the Caribou in terms of brutality.

" We can handle both threats, ma’am.” Said the Chief, his visor glinting.

The Slayer clenched his fists, his blood pumping with the thought of getting rid of Demons AND Caribou at the same time…

They all don’t deserve to live after what they did! He thought.

Celestia noticed the reaction and began to feel like she should talk with him later about his history.

… And his unquenchable bloodlust...

She was curious to know more about him, to get to see the man under the mask…

The Spartan walked to the side of the chambers, inspecting the thousand year old tapestries with curiosity.

The images depicting of long ago battles being fought and won by two familiar equines…

" According to the decayment of the fabric and paint, these images must be thousands of years old. But, how are Princess Celestia and Luna still here?” Cortana asked inside his helmet.

That’s when his attention caught into an image that made him feel dread, but at the same time; familiarity...

" Princess Celestia.” He said, getting her attention, her eyes slightly glazed over.

" Yes, Master Chief?” She said, snapping out of her daze.

The Spartan stared at the next tapestry for a moment longer; before turning to the Alicorn in slight confusion.

" How long ago was this battle?” He asked, tilting his head towards the painting in question.

The Alicorn’s magenta eyes landed on the image, and became dim with fogginess…

She walked to where the Chief was, her hands slightly shaking.

The Slayer followed close behind, curious himself on the matter…

It was a town in ruin, smoke billowing out of the destroyed buildings; a large group of avian-like people carrying armor and weapons charging through the town, blood coating them and the armor they wore.

The Princess stared at the faded tapestry with a solemn air, before answering.

" This battle was over two thousand years ago. Luna and I got a message from the southern border of Equestria, where there was a crowd of Griffins being reported crossing the border.”

The Slayer and John didn’t say anything, feeling as if this was a personal matter for her…

" The town that was settled there had a guard station, it’s troops consisting of a hundred and thirty strong.”

Celestia snorted, shaking her head at the arrogance she had back then.

" How foolish it was to not build more…” She continued.

Then she smiled; her magenta eyes turning misty, clouded with memories of times long since past.

" We were summoned to try and be diplomatic to the Griffins, our FIRST diplomatic mission! A chance to let newcomers into our lands with open arms.” She exclaimed, her eyes brightening to that of a child at the last part.

Then they grew dim again at what she said next, the smile fading into nothing…

" Little did we know, we were walking into a massacre.”

She waved her left hand through the air and a yellow glow was an indication of using her magic.

In a couple of flashes, a couple of metal chairs appeared in front of the DoomSlayer and The Master Chief.

After another wave of her hand, telling them to take a seat, they did so…

The Chief did it out of curiosity and gentle persuasion from Cortana, eyeing the throne-like seat as if it would jump up and bite him.

The Slayer trusted her though; and without hesitation planted himself in the comfortable throne, his gauntleted hands on the raised arms.

Celestia looked him over, a pink hue on her cheeks as she noticed how relaxed he looked in the chair.

Maybe he’ll be more relaxed without his armor… She thought to herself, a tingling running down her body at the sight of the intimidating figure.

Then she shook off whatever was going on throughout her body, curious as to what that emotion was.

She continued her story, the air of sadness returning quickly to the room…

" Once we arrived, the town was in ruin. Smoke billowing out of destroyed houses and businesses, the school that was recently built there was in shambles.” She swallowed at the memory of the town.

She took a couple of breaths, trying to keep herself calm; immediately succeeding…

" When we got to the Town Square…” Celestia trailed off, her breaths shuddering and hitching.

The Slayer concernedly noticed the shaking of her hands again, and made to get up and comfort her; despite not knowing how to do so.

But Celestia stopped him from rising with a stare, her eyes telling him ' let me finish... Please.’

With a small but noticeable reluctance, he did so…

The Alicorn relaxed, a shaky smile on her face as she felt her body calming down.

But it faded again...

" In the Square was… bodies… so many Mares, Stallions, Colts and Fillies strewn about as if they were… discarded toys.” She finished with a cracking voice.

The Master Chief felt his hands beginning to clench into fists, the feeling of rage coursing through his body caused his body to tense up.

Now he knew EXACTLY how the Alicorn felt...

This was a woman who has seen war… Seen too much death…

He also knew what it felt like to see casualties of war, more than almost any other Spartan.

The men and women and children that got slaughtered all for some stupid religion that wasn’t even REAL.

Even though it might be for different reasons...

It felt like the Human-Covenant war all over again

And Celestia reminded the Master Chief of himself!

" John…” said his trusty friend, causing his eyes to snap to the image of Cortana on his HUD.

She stared at him in concern, a look in her eyes shining with an emotion that he couldn’t identify.

His blue eyes traced her holographic face, softening with every second as he felt her comforting presence…

Celestia turned back toward the painting; her eyes shedding tears that were held back a millennia ago, the same feeling of horror and helplessness welling up in her.

She could remember all too clearly the children’s bodies, all gazing blankly up at her with no innocence…

Only horror and pain...

The Slayer got up from his chair quickly and silently, walking over to the Alicorn.

She felt the human’s warm presence next to her and couldn’t hold herself back anymore…

A thousand years of controlling her mask, her emotions from being brought to the surface…

Broke.

All because of this silent human that was staying by her side as if he was a knight…

HER Knight…

With no restraint, she turned and wrapped her arms around the armored human, her head placed against his chest.

The Slayer felt surprised for a moment, just like before…

Then he wrapped an arm around her in return, and gave her a small squeeze to let the Diarch know he will be there for her.

Celestia let the tears fall as she continued, the story not yet over…

" At the horrible sight… I felt an emotion that happened before… Rage…” She said, her eyes sliding shut as she remembered the feeling.

It felt like it was yesterday…

" I saw the contingent of Griffins passing through the rest of the town, and let myself go.”

The Slayer felt a ball of iron firm in his gut, knowing where this tale was going.

It felt like HIS story.

There were similarities between them… yet differences as well…

He gently rubbed the Alicorn’s back, being mindful of the twitching and ruffled wings.

" I ripped them apart with my bare hands, I tore them to shreds… Until it was done…” Celestia said, her voice whispering and shaky.

The Slayer froze at the familiar phrase he’s heard throughout his entire quest to obliterate Hell…

Rip & Tear… Until it is DONE!

He looked down at the shaking form of Celestia and wrapped his other arm around her, a feeling of sympathy in his heart.

No one should know all the horrible things he has done, that he WILL do…

But yet… There was another so like him, and he felt what was left of his heart ache.

This wasn’t the Princess and warrior he got to know in so little time…

This was the true Mare he was witnessing; one that has seen the cruelty of war and death.

After a few moments of contemplation; the Slayer pulled out of the comforting hug gently, and walked to a bare wall that was near the tapestry.

Celestia blinked in confusion, as well as wiping the tears off her face to see what he was doing…

After looking at the large wall, he then nodded, grunting with slight satisfaction.

Master Chief; after calming himself down with Cortana’s assistance, noticed him take out a weird key-looking device from his hip.

The Slayer looked at the skull embedded in the device, before turning towards the two individuals he would EVER trust with his life.

" Slayer?” Celestia asked, a look of confusion mixed with the sadness that lingered to her like a pungent odor.

The other human didn’t say anything, wondering what the silent human was doing as well…

The DoomSlayer held the Crucible away from himself and pressed a small switch on it.

SNAPHISS!

A large red blade similar to the Argent Axe of the late Marauder sprung up from the Crucible; the sides covered in glowing runes that looked eerie even in the daytime.

Celestia’s eyes widened at the sight of the blade, a feeling of awe and shock welling up in her heart.

She stared at the blade, lost in the way the runes blazed; and the flow of energy being contained into a single solid shape.

It was mesmerizing…

The Master Chief internally balked at the size of the blade, wondering how that hid inside the small hilt.

The Slayer turned towards the wall, and held the Crucible to the old cobblestone bricks; the blade sizzling with the heat of Hell itself.

Then he raised it above his head and slashed at the wall…

Instead of the blade going through the stone, the blade’s energy siphoned off and stuck to the wall.

The pure Argent Energy grew on the wall until it looked to be a rectangular shape that covered most of it.

Then The Slayer raised his left hand, glowing with the same energy but much brighter; slammed his palm against the center of the darkness.

Celestia and the Master Chief stood back, feeling slightly concerned at what the Slayer might’ve summoned…

But there was nothing, no flashes of light, no unforeseen wind, and no demons appearing out of nowhere.

But there was a voice…

” IN THE FIRST AGE… IN THE FIRST BATTLE…”

*Meanwhile*

Luna felt her arms shake with exhaustion as she pushed against the large boulder that was placed a few yards from the perimeter.

It was the same boulder where she died for the first time...

She experienced the feeling of helplessness when she died and came back to life, and the feeling of horror at the sight of the Caribou turned undead.

Never again… not while she still draws breath…

With a scream of anger, she dug her heels into the soft Earth, her armor creaking with every movement she made.

The ton of stone moved with ease, slightly resistant to be moved; But moved nonetheless…

She stopped at the sound of a familiar voice speaking up behind her.

" Ya know that if I had a penny to have a view like that, I’d pay for the rest of my eternity.”

Luna whirled up and around, her eyes widening at the sight of Chrysalis.

“How-?” She muttered to herself, her heart pounding.

" Did I find you? Well, my dear…” The Queen interrupted as she sauntered up to The Alicorn.

“ It was a... Gut feeling…” She finished as she got closer.

Cyan met Emerald in a battle of wits, Luna’s breathing getting slightly shallower and quicker as Chrysalis walked closer to her…

Why? Why do I feel like this around her? Is she tricking me? Using her magic to manipulate me? What?! She screamed in her head.

Ever since the day she died for the first time, Luna has felt a…Connection of sorts…

With the former Changeling Queen that was standing in front of her now…

Chrysalis stared at the young Alicorn with an amused concern, wondering what was going on in her pretty little head.

Woah, PRETTY? Why did I think she is pretty? She’s a PONY! NOT A-- Chrysalis began to scold herself internally.

Luna watched as the Changeling’s ‘smug’ smile faded into a light frown, her green eyes dimming with self anger.

What is going on? She thought to herself, feeling the connection to Chrysalis send turbulence on her side.

She discovered the bond the night before, after raising the moon for her sister to lower the sun; ending the day.

-----------FLASHBACK-----------

Luna raised her moon, her hands glowing with a light blue aura as she used her magic to bring the stars out of the darkness that his them.

She lowered her arms as she felt a light satisfaction of a beautiful night being shown, despite these trying times…

Perhaps one day, she’d get to relax after the war was over, for once; and not be a self-recluse.

She snapped out of her thoughts at a sudden urge to turn around and look at her roommate, causing concern to fill her.

Her heart NEVER felt like this before...

Luna turned towards the entrance of her bedchambers and saw the lying form of Chrysalis, sleeping on the small couch that was stationed there.

The Alicorn remembered the insistence of the Changeling Queen not wanting to take her bed for the night while she did her duties…

Even though Luna was reluctant to force her to; something told her that the decision would be worth it in the long run.

The Night Princess walked to where Chrysalis was sleeping on her side, curled up in a thick blanket provided to her.

She was shivering, her body rattling as the body tried to warm up from the cold.

Luna watched her for a few moments, wondering what to do...

Before she sat gently on the arm of the couch and placed a hand against the Queen’s cheek, making sure not to wake her up.

Luna swept the gleaming green mane aside; her eyes turning gentle and blank as she witnesses a soft smile begin to form on the sleeping Queen’s lips, the shivering subsiding.

Why do I feel like this? Why you? She thought to herself, tracing the hard shell and skin of Chrysalis’s face absentmindedly.

What makes you and I connected? Luna frowned, trying to wrap her head around this phenomenon.

She got up from the couch slowly, making sure not to wake Chrysalis up from her movement; and went to her twin bed placed on the other side of the room.

Luna sat down on the mattress, not feeling particularly sleepy; but her mind was whirling with questions about what’s recently going on so far.

Why do I feel that whenever you’re around, I become drawn towards you? She thought to herself, her eyes narrowed in contemplation.

Was it because she brought them their salvation… Or something else ENTIRELY?

Luna shook her head from those thoughts, making a mental note on mulling then over tomorrow…

She sighed and laid down on the bed again; shutting her eyes.

Maybe it’s a bond? Luna suddenly and randomly thought, causing her eyes to snap open and sit up.

Her eyes landed on the sleeping firm of the Changeling Queen once again...

But why would there be a bond if we’ve never officially met until her usurpation by Thorax?

Luna already did her nightly duties in the waking world; now it was time to do so in her Dream World…

Whatever reasons for this bond, I hope it becomes worthwhile. Was the Alicorn’s last thought before letting her magic take her.

-----------FLASHBACK END-----------

She snapped out of her memory to the sight of Chrysalis waving a hand in front of her face.

Luna blinked in confusion for a second, before noticing the Queen staring at her in concern.

" Are you alright, Luna?” She said, her brows furrowed as her green eyes roved over her body.

The Lunar Princess smiled softly, appreciating the concern…

" Yes. I’m fine, Chrysalis.” She replied, causing the other Mare to relax.

" What was it you’re asking?”

The Changeling still stared at her in concern for a moment, before saying,

" Would you like to go on a patrol with me? I’m planning on finding out if my Hive survived the ambush.” She said, wringing her hands as she asked.

The Alicorn mulled over that proposal, weighing the pros and cons.

I can possibly find answers for this ‘Bond’. She thought to herself.

Luna smiled and dipped her head into a nod.

" It would be my honor, Chrysalis.” She accepted.

The two grabbed a couple of guardsmares on their way out to escort them into the deeper parts of the Forest.

Just in case of a small Caribou ambush, now that the enemy knew where their location is.

Little did anyone, or anypony know…

That the days ahead of them were about to get even crazier…

-------Meanwhile In a Different Universe----------

The graveyard of ships that surrounded a titanic planet that had a large chunk taken out of it like a apple.

Floating amongst the deathly quiet of space; was an armored being named Isaac Clarke.

The Marker Killer, the Psychopath, or any name people these days call him by ignorant and idiotic people.

They didn’t know what was truly happening out in the vast reaches of space; the terrible and horrifying threat that was hungry.

Hungry to consume Humanity...

Isaac contemplated his fate as his oxygen supply began to run below the hundred tally mark; causing him to breath even more shallower then he did before.

Is this it? He thought to himself, his body weak from all the fighting he did to try and save Humanity from a fate worse than death.

Is this how I go out? He continued to think, After all I’ve done? After everything I could to stop the Marker from destroying Humanity?

Isaac sighed lightly, his visor going dark as the suit began to run low on power; leaving the human adrift in space with no clear view of what might happen.

He remembered Nicole, his long lost wife that committed suicide by slitting her wrists on the Planet Cracker type vessel: The USG Ishimura...

He saw the fear in his wife’s eyes as her blood pooled on the ground beneath her feet.

After dealing with his grief and losing his mind to the voices for god knows how long while on that death trap; he was just...

Tired... Yes, he was tired of killing monsters that were former human beings; turning into all types of grotesque creatures straight out of hell itself.

Isaac closed his eyes; listening to his heartbeat as his oxygen hit 0%; and his body getting colder and colder with each passing second.

Then he felt a warmth in front of him; and suddenly...

He can breathe.

Isaac’s eyes snapped open and he breathed in deep before coughing harshly.

His eyes watered for a tiny bit, before immediately clearing up with each breath he took...

As soon as he could see clearly; the man took in his surroundings.

He was in a void of white that made his eyes hurt the more he kept staring.

That was when the white expanse dimmed down to a whirling grey; as if responding to his preferable thoughts of the place becoming less bright.

Isaac began to relax as he blinked his stinging eyes multiple times; until a voice spoke up from nowhere...

" Welcome Mr. Clarke.” She said, for the voice was definitely female.

Isaac whirled around himself, noticing that the gravity in this... ‘void’ was like Earth’s.

" Who are you? Where am I?!” He demanded, desperate to get answers.

The voice tutted a couple of times, the tone turning into a motherly voice that made Isaac feel like he was home.

" No need for demands, dearie. Instead of just telling you...” a bright flash of light showed up in front of the human.

Isaac winced at the intensity of the light, nearly blinding him.

" I’ll show you.”

Then with a loud whine and boom, a woman appeared before him...

Once Isaac got a good look; he tensed at the sight of a 10 foot tall equine-like woman with a horn and pair of wings standing there.

What in god’s name? He thought, his Plasma Cutter held tight in his grip in case it-SHE- was a new type of Necromorph.

The woman was wearing a white dress with a red outline that hugged her voluptuous body, her hair; well mane; was a dark brown mixed with red at the ends.

She also has the most stunning eyes Isaac has ever seen...

" I might not be a god, but some seem to think that I am, using my name as a derogatory term.” The woman said, placing her hands in front of her.

Isaac forced himself to not look down her body; considering it rude to stare...

The mare seemed to smirk, a knowing look in her steel blue eyes.

Wait...

Isaac froze at the sudden realization...

Did you just read my goddamn mind? He thought, deliberately glaring at her.

The winged and horned mare tilted her head; a confusing expression on her face as she nodded.

Isaac deactivated his helmet; and he responded.

" The last time someone spoke into my head, they took everything I held dear.” He said, a bitter tone in his voice.

The mare blinked for a couple of seconds, before smiling sadly...

" I know...” She said with a solemn tone.

Isaac felt his anger fill up in his chest, and he was about to let loose his voice; when she continued.

" I know what the Marker did to you, to your wife, to your companions.”

He stopped at the genuine remorse that showed in the... Pony’s eyes.

He felt guilt well up in him...

Isaac was losing his mind every second since the Marker’s destruction; hearing and seeing things in front of him that weren’t really there.

And now this... Mare... Came and took him from the cold clutches of space and death’s doorstep; and he got angry at her for it?

That’s not who Isaac Clarke is: yelling at people who try and help him...

Taking a light breath to calm his fast beating heart, he spoke in a softer tone than before.

" I’m sorry.”

The words echoed throughout the void for a long while, until silence reigned supreme...

The mare’s eyes snapped to his and he could see the surprise in those orbs.

" Why?” She asked, her tone still full of remorse; but it was fading with confusion replacing it.

Isaac felt confused as well, but continued on.

" For trying to get angry for something you had no hand in.” He said, holstering his Plasma Cutter and looking down at his hands; still covered in the blood of the dead Necromorphs.

He felt the warmth get even hotter, and he looked up to see the tall mare was closeer to him; only a couple feet away.

She kneeled so they were eye to eye, and placed a hand on his right shoulder.

Isaac understood what the gesture was for...

Comfort.

A comrade to confide in with his truthful feelings; a shoulder to cry on.

" You did what you had to do. It was not your fault they activated the Marker, the cause of this... Massacre.” The woman said.

Isaac felt his heart lurch in his throat for a moment, and his eye vision blurred by unshed tears.

But he dare not cry, now is not the time to show weakness, to show his unstable sanity, nor his adeptness to kill any monstrous creature on a whim...

" I know, madam, but I can’t help but feel like it is.” He said, his voice cracking.

The mare gently smiled and placed her soft furred hand under his stubbled chin, lifting it up so he could look at her in the eyes.

" You don’t have to...” She said.

" I suppose I should do this since now is the time..” Isaac heard her murmur.

The pony then stood up to her full height, her wings unfurled from her back and spread slightly.

" Allow me to introduce myself.” She said, her voice carrying authority, " My name is Faust, and I’m here to help you live.”

Isaac gaped at her for full minute, causing the mare named Faust to drop her mask and smile with amusement.

What in the-. Is she authority or something? He thought to himself, now knowing the mare was listening in.

" Or something?” She snorted out, her eyes twinkling, " My Dear Isaac, I am a god, as you clearly pointed out.” She finished with a faux haughty expression, sticking her nose up in the air like a nobleman.

Isaac couldn’t help but lowly chuckle at the weird image he’s seeing before him, and his heart lightened.

Faust opened her eyes with both of them crossed to look at her muzzle.

" Hmph.” She playfully pouted, happy that the human’s mood is lightening up.

She looked down at him with a small motherly smile, her eyes shining in the dim void.

" You certainly know how to act normal in front of royalty, Dear Isaac.” Faust said.

The human in question blinked at the word royalty, and was about to bow...

But... There was something in the way she said the sentence.

As if it was a plea to NOT bow, like she wanted to be treated like a normal... Person?

This train of thought gave Isaac the urge to comfort her; and give the mare her wish.

The human casually shrugged, pushing away the fact that the equine-like woman was royalty...

" Miss Faust; I’ve seen a lot of shit happen in a matter of hours filled with horrors out of nightmares, this is relatively normal compared to that.” Isaac said, crossing his arms over his chest covered in the EVA Suit.

The mare smiled more genuinely; her posture relaxing from the slight tension and preparation of the ‘adoration’ everypony seems to give when whenever she wants to meet someone important.

" I... Appreciate that, Mr. Clarke-” She began saying, before being interrupted by the human.

" Please, call me Isaac.” He said, smiling for the first time in awhile since the nightmare began.

Faust paused at that, a tinge of surprise running through her at the casualness.

Then she smiled widely...

" Thank you, Isaac.” She said.

There was a small comfortable silence surrounding the two; before Isaac asked a question he’s been dreading for an answer.

" What happens now?” He said, a small tingling of nervousness he never felt before fill his heart.

He didn’t want to leave his newest friend, alone in the blank ‘Void’...

Faust’s smile faded, before she sighed, a look of small remorse in her eyes.

" Isaac, I’m afraid that even though the current threat is over in your world...” She frowned for a moment, then continued, " But another one is threatening the destruction of my world.”

Isaac tensed his body up, wondering with a bit of concern of what his new friend was about to ask...

" My creation, Equestria... Is under attack by Caribou, a race that is so focused on make domination; they’d kill to get what they want and use MY ponies as a BREEDING STOCK!”

Faust said, her eyes glowing with the last sentence; her red mane beginning to whirl in an unforseen breeze.

Isaac felt a slight bit of fear at the snarl on the beautiful mare’s face...

But then he relaxed as his mind thought over the unseen question.

Will he help her ‘children’...?

The human sighed lightly, rubbing his face with his gauntleted hand.

He weighed the pros and cons in his head, outweighing the cons with the pros...

He might be able to live freely from the Markers, after all.

Isaac lifted his head up and looked at the woman in the eyes and said.

" Yes. I will help.”

The tall mare was about to continue her rant if the Caribou’s unorthodox and practically SAVAGE methods; but stopped at the agreement...

" Wha-... What did you just say?” Faust asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes shining down on him.

The mare was speechless that this human was selfless to help other beings, no matter the cost to his own.

More confident, Isaac repeated his answer...

" I said: ' Yes, I will help your children fight their enemy.”

Faust kneeled down once again, standing back up during her rant, and got her face close to his.

" Why?” She said, her usual even voice cracking a small bit, " Why would you want to help us?”

Taking a moment, Isaac gave his answer...

" Because I know what it’s like to be standing on the sidelines, not able to help those in need.”

Faust choked on her breath for a few seconds, before she shrunk her size to his own and pulled the human into a bone crushing hug.

" Thank you...” She said, letting the tears that were welling up slide down her face, happy that she didn’t have to persuade anyone to help a just cause.

Isaac froze for a second, his arms sticking out for a few moments...

Until he relaxed and wrapped them under the woman’s large wings, and squeezed assuredly.

" Hey, it’s okay, Faust.” He said, smiling very slightly, " You didn’t know how to ask the right questions to let me help.”

Faust lightly cried, holding back her relieved sobs that were trying to force out of her throat.

It was a full 3 minutes if Isaac comforting Faust with soothing words, making sure to keep his hands in that same spot in the middle of the mare’s back.

Faust, whose tears had stopped slowly, said with a bit of humor that was diluted by the tired tone of her voice.

" Ya know Isaac, every time I hug somepony, they try and grope me. " She chuckled, and continued, " Yet you... You just... HOLD me close to you and not cop a feel.”

Isaac felt a familiar heat rise up in his cheeks and frowned lightly.

" Well, I’m not like everyone else, I don’t do that sort of thing with anyone except for the girl I lov- loved.” He responded, stammering with guilt at the memory of Nicole’s suicide.

" And THAT right there, Isaac...” Faust said, pulling out of the hug, but keeping her hands on his shoulder, smiling waterly at him, " Is what makes you special.”

Isaac blinked for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to retort that with good ole fashion humblism...

But he was interrupted by the void cracking around d the two, catching their attention...

" What’s happening?” Isaac asked, his hand grabbing the handle of his Plasma Cutter; ready in case if an attack.

Faust only stood still, her eyes watching the large cracks appearing with sadness...

" It appears I spent too much time with you, getting off topic and getting emotional... Now our time is up.” She replied, with remorse.

Isaac turned to the mare, about to ask what the hell That was supposed to mean...

Before she spoke before he opened his mouth...

" I’m sorry that we didn’t have more time... But... I’ll be seeing you again, Isaac Clarke.” She said, her blue eyes staring into his blue-green.

The human reached out for her, trying to grab her hand as a sudden gravity began pulling him into a newly opened tear.

Faust grabbed his and Isaac began to float in the nonexistent air with his feet pointed towards the portal.

Isaac asked, breathing heavily as the pull got stronger...

" Will I ever see you again?!” He asked, not wanting to let go without an answer.

Faust took a few seconds to answer, her eyes shining with a happiness that she hadn’t felt in a long, LONG, time...

" Yes, My Dear Isaac.” She replied, smiling brightly, You WILL see me again.”

Isaac felt his heart lighten at that, and he nodded his head.

With a very little reluctance, he let go of the mare’s hand...

Next thing the human knew, was his vision being filled with white...

*Elsewhere*

Looking through a staticy screen, a sharply dressed human grinned broadly.

" Finally…" He said, his voice slightly echoing throughout the void.

He waved his left hand, and the screen vanished; before turning and walking deeper into the darkness.

" My plan is almost complete…" The Shadow said, chuckling, the sound echoed throughout the dark expanse.

“ Let’s hope this world thrives, this time…”

Author's Note

A/N: HEY FOLKS! Now before you get antsy or pissed off that I got another character in the story so fast, here's something I want to say...

Someone posted a comment after the original update and suggested Isaac Clarke as the next character.

I was gonna originally add John ' Reaper' Grimm from the 2005 DOOM movie, but after the update; it seemed kind of… bland.

So I edited the chapter to remove Reaper, and put Isaac in.

Dead Space is a really great horror game that surpasses FNAF, If you don't know what I'm talking about; go check out the game link for a brief summary.

: https://store.steampowered.com/app/17470/Dead_Space/

So, when do you want another battle with the Caribou, or the Demons? Lemme know!

Also, that'll be the final character I'll add, so the suggestions for more will be cut off.

Now, I got more writing to do...

SEMPER FI, Motherfucker! - Dwayne Johnson, DOOM (2005)

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