Centurion Golden Sparks

Golden Sparks stands at her post within Captain “Thorn Pain in The Flank” room of cantorlot castle. Yet, instead of watching him work on the large stacks of papers on his desk, she only sees him on both of his knees, dressed in a ragged yellow suit with chains attached to a belt and its sleeves ripped off, exposing his bionic arms fully with a strange metal collar around his neck.

Sparks could only watch as he sat on his knees in front of a golden shrine of another human figure with several hoodied humans next to him and the smell of candle essence lit around it with hanging parchment held by red wax seals on the shine. Presented as an offering was a single broke shackle with a broken chain that hunged off its lock. She remembered it being on him before he got his medal limbs, and yet he placed it in the center of the shrine with his head bowed to it and fully knelt; she could it was something a human thing would do, but what bothered her was he stayed like this for hours ever since the morning.

Not eating, speaking, or even moving a twitch when she started her post, Grey personally dismissed even the young specialist as he reported that he stayed in the same position and spot and did not even sleep either and stayed up the entire night like that, head bowed and kneeling with his arms hanging limply to his sides to this shrine and the golden figure, she could see that the more prominent figure was pure gold, and carved to perfect shapes and angles that she couldn't even think of it being a natural person, he wore a sizeable bulky armor with long hair that flowed down from his head with his eyes closed.

It was odd, like really bizarre, to see this human, a man of the imperium that's loud, “colorful” in language, full of anger and hatred, seen kneeling to this figure and shrine as if he was praying to it. Yet, she knew Grey wasn't praying, seeing a small whip in his hand held weekly and his eye closed.

She couldn't help but feel her curiosity at him, along with concern for his well-being, even if she hated him for killing her knight General and the abuse he put her and her fellow squad mates through, along with the cruel treatment she was tasked to be his guard and to protect him. Even if She hated it, yet as his guard, she had a right to at least ask him questions about his health, so standing at attention, she clicked her hooves together.

“Question, Captain.” She said sternly but saw no reaction from Grey, only hearing a soft groan.

“What is it?” He responded blankly, almost as if It was automatic in his response.

“This Gaurdsmare was wondering have you been having trouble sleeping, eating, being reported on your lack of “action” and kneeling to this...” She stopped, seeing Grey slowly lift his head to turn at her. And she saw nothing in his burnt red, purple eyes, no emotions but just hollow emptiness. Her ears dropped to the sides of her head as she stopped altogether.

“Golden Sparks, was it?” He asked, seeing her straighten herself out at his question. “Yes, Captain.”

“Tell me, have you ever had a regret, a mistake, or wished you could go back, go back to undo your wrongs as if they never happened at all?”

Now, this was getting weird; she didn't know what he was getting at or if he was trying to pull off another prank on her to strike her again with her guard down, but seeing him like this, eyes voided of emotions unlike other ponies with emotions written in the eyes, she couldn't tell, but yet with some experience, she stood her ground and thought of a response.

“I would think that is anypony’s wish, captain; it seems normal to want.” She said, only to see Grey turn his head back at the shrine before raising his hand to put out each candle one by one.

“Huh... Well, let me resay that then if you ever met a person that was, let's say: hated by all, even their own family, friends, and even their kind, viewed as a criminal or whatever the lowest shit stain is called...” He said, bowing his head again and returning to the same pose again.

"Yet they were then praised as a hero give everything they ever wanted from being beaten, torn apart, tormented, hated, raped, and even forced to become a cannibal... How would you exactly feel about it? What would you say? What would you do exactly?"

Ok, now that was specific and detailed, yet it made her concerns grow more; why was he asking him these questions, let alone giving such details? The whole question felt wrong, alone with his behavior or lack of one, to begin with, even to go far as to put acts that would be from criminal to insane to think of.

"I assume I would feel untrustworthy and uneasy around them and possibly arrest them and give them proper help, even if they were a hero; law comes first before titles or praise, captain." She said before quickly following up on it.

"I wouldn't believe such a pony or being would be allowed a title as a hero let alone even if they were, they are still marked as a criminal nonetheless." She finished, and a cold dead silence between the two grew with Grey hovering his hand over the last lit candle and scoffed, stuffing it out with his bionic fingers.

"Get help... Does this world help those in rehabilitating with a justice system to help those that did wrong yet still labeled them as criminals?" He asked, not facing her.

"Depending on the crime they commit, then usually, but there haven't been many serious crimes apart from stealing, fraud, blackmailing, putting others in danger, or illegal forging of documents being the most heinous crimes, captain." She responded again, this time getting a light chuckle from Grey as she shook his head.

“Un-karken-believable.”

He said before a loud knocking came from the door behind her. Seeing him still staying in that position in front of the shrine, she turned to the door opening to be greeted by a taller human in a decorated officer's uniform with ribbons and medals on his chest plate. A black jacket with redline edges and a large pointed hat on his side was a sheathed sword, and what Grey told her was called a "bolt-pistol" on the other. The human in himself looked older than Grey with a hardened, colder face that gave a menacing stare making even Spark feel scared by his look. Behind him stood two masked humans in grey coats, another younger-looking officer, and a human in a red robe with their bodies made entirely of metal with three red glowings and held a gear-shaped axe in their hands. She moved her head but kept her eyes on the human.

"Captain Grey, you have "human" visitors..." She faces back at the human.

"Let 'em in... You are dismissed for the day." He said in a blank tone as she stepped aside to let the human in; he walked in, seeing all the other human soldiers follow behind him. The younger one was in a less decorated uniform but looked depressed for some reason as two others in stranger grey jacket uniforms wore skull-shaped masks with their goggles blacked out, unable to see their eyes. Their masks were connected to strange leather bags that hung on their chests. Yet even though she was dismissed, she couldn't allow it as it was the rules of the guardspony.

"Apologies Captain, but this guardsmare is set to follow the guard's rules and can't be dismissed while on duty and only be relieved by the next guard assigned to this post."

The human looked at Grey and spoke, leaving Spark only to watch; unable to understand their language, they gave her a side look, and Grey nodded in response.

"Well then, Golden Sparks, care to be a witness to how the imperium of man "rehabilitate" those that committed crimes and sins, to witness how they get help as well and repent for their actions?"

She looked at him, confused and growing concerned, seeing the other human soldiers look down at her. "I- what will yo- they have this guardsmare do besides be witness to this, Captain?"

"Simple, you stand behind these "fine" officers as those two kriegsmen twins I now once call friends to hold me down, during that one." He said, pointing his thumb at them as they held the whip in their hands, moving their head to look away.

"The one raised as a near bloody blood-brother, the same boy who I taught how to survive and kill like a man, now has to whip the criminal that saved his life long ago bareback till blood leaks twenty-one times. And you get to do nothing except watch under any circumstances; do not interfere; only watch." He said, not even facing her as her eyes widened in horror and the request alone.

"But captain, if these humans are to be a threat to you or injure you, then it is my role as your guard-" She stopped to see Grey hold out his hand, cutting her off.

"It's like what you said yourself; the law comes first before the title; I'm no hero of this world, nor am I some great man; I'm just a criminal to them and will always be seen that way, untrusted, hated, shamed, and never promised anything till they see fit to kill me."

He said as the two "kriegsmen grabbed his arms and stood him up, holding him in the air. The metal human in red robs held her axe to the side as a metal arm from her back grabbed it, and two more tentacle arms with claws and needles and blades on their ends cut the back of Grey's yellow suit, revealing his back and his bionic spine. Sparks watched, disgusted and in shock at how fast they stabbed the needles into areas of his metal spine before finally pulling it off with a hissing wince from Grey, grunting at each screw loosening and seeing his muscles and flesh be torn off the spine. The kriegsmen lay him on a table with his open back seeing his body fully lip and Grey giving her a side look as he groaned softly.

"Just... watch."

With that, the older officer stood next to Golden sparks and began to speak to the younger one leaving only Sparks to watch how human criminals get help from the imperium of man.

Commissar Lord Cornelius walked the xeno castle halls of "Cantorlot Castle," the capital home of the newly identified xenos as "ponies," yet he admired the world all the more. Still, shamefully it had to be tainted by xeno creatures that even possessed psyker sorcery, walking past many of these small aliens that stood only up to his knee looking down on them. Insects, he thought of them; they were all bugs waiting to be crushed under his boot like another alien.

They didn't bare any human figures or physic but wore horrid abominations. Suppose the Inquisition order of the ordo maledictum and ordo xeno had yet to brand this world as imperial territory. In that case, he'd personally have a regiment burn this world to ash and calm it as a new factory world.

He sighed before looking back to see his new Lieutenant Oscar Milan, ready to accept his new rank and complete the initiation. Behind him were twin veteran soldiers one one four and one one five, given the nickname Alina and Aline by Captain Grey before his penal service.

"Lieutenant Oscar." He said as Oscar snapped his attention to Cornelius. "On report readings, you used to work with and under Thorn Grey when he was the rank of Sergeant, correct?" He asked, slowly coming to a stop as all four of them stopped and looked at Cornelius.

"That's correct, my lord; I was only a white shield cadet from my home world, and under his supervision. Along with saving my life during an encounter with the Necrons and Tyranids aliens, my lord." He responded, then Cornelius looked at the two Kriegsmen twin sisters.

"And how may I ask, did a Cadian manage to have two daughters of Krieg be favored to such a man? Surely it wasn't from saving a life or, dare say, attraction towards him?" He said cocking his head a bit, seeing Alina act strangely, waving her hands from side to side as Aline crossed her arms and looked away. Even with masks that hid their faces and uniforms that never revealed even their skin, Cornelius could see from their body expression a different story before Alina spoke in a muffled, stuttering tone with their heavy Kriegan accent.

"V-Ve vere part of "clean up" crew yes, after ork war and...uh." Alina struggled to speak, making Cornelius raise a brow before Aline followed up.

"We were part of a corpse check squad with him as lead and us to burn the corpses of orks. Then an ork that still breathed broke its weapon on his body before using him to knock us out before long; four men died, with Grey burning the ork and his brother shooting its head off, or commissar." Aline said, placing a hand on her sister's shoulder as Cornelius nodded at that response.

"So that's how hm, from the report I read about his background, it was an ork "nob." that nearly separated his arm from his shoulder and broke seventy-eight percent of his skeleton, which required him to undergo a skeletal reinforcement augmentation including a bionic spine implant." He said as Oscar looked at him, questioning Grey.

"My lord, if I am ask?"

"Speak, lieutenant." Cornelius said.

"My lord, if it wouldn't be a bother, I would like to know more of him, of his background. I mean, during my time spent with him, many feared or hated him and would tell rumors of him being a kin eater or officer killer, yet he doesn't seem like that; even honored me to be his "blood" brother as I introduced him to my family." He paused, seeing Cornelius glare at him making him gulp his words quietly.

"Second Lieutenant Oscar Milan of Heidrum, that "thing" is no man of the imperium nor worth the blessings of our lord any more, giving such a failure such honors is as if granting heresy to grow in our lord's holy palace on Terra. It would help if you forgot him and sever all connections to him entirely, even if you were to be none related family; the imperium comes first, just as the emperors will. Do I make myself clear, soldier?" Cornelius said, moving his coat to show his hand hovering over his Bolt-pistol as both Aline and Alina stared at the two forcing Oscar to sigh in agreement.

"Transparently... my lord." He responded dreadfully before the sound of metallic clamps came from behind them to see a Tech-priests with three glowing eyes over a clear feminine human mouth and nose. She wore a red robe draped over their body with its Omnisian axe in hand and a servo skull connected to its back by cable links and spoken in a feminine automated.

“You requested my assistants lord commissar?”

"Ah madam Tech-priest Enginseer Sarina, a pleasure for you to assist me, though I would say your services may be a bit brutish, but surely you wouldn't mind such things." Cornelius said as the Tech-priests walked beside him, followed by Oscar, Alina, and Aline.

”Of course, I have been informed of my services for the task at hand, I am honored that you require my skills for this.”

She said as they walked down the hall; two kriegsmen, a tech priest enginseer, a commissar, and a lieutenant with ponies seeing them either walking quickly past them or away from them as Cornelius grunted at their actions.

"Disgusting aliens, they all are can't believe I'm tasked with watching them from orbit and that failure to be in charge of them. It sickens me to the core."

Oscar looks at the pony aliens and could agree with their strange physic and looks of human facial features, yet he could admit they do look adoring and pleasing to look at, like newborn animals or the young steeds of death riders. He thought about might take a holo-photo of them and sending it to his children or offering to bring them here when the time came till Cornelius called him to snap out of his thought as they stood before a door.

"Lieutenant, are you ready to begin your next step to becoming an officer?" Cornelius said, glancing back at Oscar, hesitant on his reply, eventually nodding slowly and lowering his officer's cap to cover his eyes." Yes, my lord...."

With that said, Cornelius knocks, and within moments, the door opens, forcing Cornelius to look down at a heavily armored xeno with brown fur and a blue mane staring up at him. It turned its head away to speak to someone else with its gaze still on Cornelius before looking behind him to see Oscar, Alina, Aline, and Sarina before a familiar voice stepped aside and held the door open for them to walk in.

There he was, the man in a prisoner's yellow jumpsuit only given to those under dereliction of their duties within the guard; common punishment would have been dead, yet there were cases where it was waived off in exchange for penal services or constant work effort. Oscar couldn't believe that this man, this human soldier, still drawer breath, the one that taught him how to survive, how to fight, how to live, and able to see his family, again and again, the same man that he calls big brother. Now sit in chains and in the prisoner's outfit; he didn't want to believe it. He even wished it were some cursed dream, yet what he was about to do would only make him wish it were.

Alina and Aline, we're on pare feelings as Oscar, a man that they fought with ever since they were privateers of the guard. The same man had beaten both of them in a barrack brawl all for their rations and Alina's shovel, now knelt before them like a chained heretic if it felt wrong for both of them. Still, as sworn soldiers of both Krieg and the imperium, they pushed this feeling of shame, pity, and sorrow for him, for Grey, the once guardsmen private that called "friend" or battle mate, no matter how heavy and hard the cold heavy pain grew in their chests.

"Kriegsmen one one four and one one five, retrain him." Aline and Alina walked to his sides, grabbed his arms, pulled up his small body, and held them as tech-priest Sarina stood holstering her axe. Both sisters looked away, letting Sarina cut the back of his jumpsuit, exposing his bionic spine, and stare in awe.

”This penal soldier impants are so clean, oiled, and well taken cared for. Tell me, criminal, did you or still believe in the machine spirit and pray to it when taking care of your implants?” She said as Grey let out a chuckle at her question.

“Of course, hell Karskins always prayed to both emperor and the machine spirit before every war we go to, even when we perform weapons and gear cleanups and checkups. Can't fight with broken or useless war gear, now, can we?” He said as Sarina gently caressed her bionic hands over his spine, making Grey feel a strange and uncomfortable feeling as Sarina's eyes showed scannings of blueprints and each individual part of his spine and what it connected to in his body.

Cornelius coughed loudly to snap Sarina from her awe “Madam Sarina, if you may, please refocus on your task at hand.”

”Forgive me, Lord commissar, this soldier shows promise and care for delicate fine and well treatment for his implants even some that are within his body replacing his organs.” Cornelius sighed softly, shaking his head at her statement.

In a matter of minutes, Sabrina said she plugged mechanical arms and tentacles into Grey's spine, twisting and unscrewing latches that connected it to his body, nerves, muscles, and bones till they felt the weight of his body go limp. They laid him out on a small table and held down his arms and legs as Oscar stood in front of his limp head, and Cornelius stood beside the small xeno guard watching him with a whip in hand.

"Second Lieutenant Oscar Milan of the One-hundredth and Sixty-Sixth Heidrum regiment, I bring you here today to finish the training and to be granted to the ranks of officers. Do you accept these terms?" Cornelius said to him as Oscar stood in perfectly straight attention.

"I do, my lord." He responded.

"To take this rank is to know what sacrifice means, to know not to face the fear of death in battle, to know you will be in command of many more soldiers along with officers such as I and those of other regiments. Do you accept this?" He said again as Oscar responded quickly.

"I do, lord commissar."

"Then, to finish and finalize your training and preparations for officers rank, you must learn to strike down those that choose to rebel against the command, duties tasked to them, and disobedient soldiers of the Astra Militarium." He said, looking down at Grey's bare and open back, seeing his rib cage, scars, the layers of his skin and muscles, even seeing his back move up and down by the lungs inside his body at each breath.

"In most cases, it would be death to grant these "criminals," yet in other cases, it would have to result in traditional torture too, which you will have to take within your own hands and strike them down till they are obedient or dead. Do you accept this, Second Lieutenant?"

He looked at Oscar, seeing his eyes covered over by his cap, and gave a cold dead look at him. "Straighten out your cap Second Lieutenant; those that don't look at disobedient ones are to follow within their same unloyalty to the God Emperor of Mankind!"

He ordered as Oscar lifted his cap with his eyes watery and attempted to hold back the urge to shed tears as he nodded his head and gripped the whip tightly in his hands. "I- I do, my lord."

"Then prove it by striking down this failure of a soldier with twenty-one lashes till blood is drawn, from each one." He said with a small sadistic smirk on his face.

Golden Sparks only watched, seeing the young officers slowly raise the whip over his head with a shaky grip before grunting loudly, bringing it down on Grey's open back and striking, cutting nine open cuts on his back as he roared out.

Seeing the young officer hesitant to bring the next strike before letting out a huff of his breath and continuing to whip him right more times, she couldn't bear to watch it anymore; seeing four of the strikes cut open Grey's back, drawing blood. She shut her eyes tightly, kicking open the door with her rear legs, and ran out of Grey's room into the castle halls, hearing the older officer laugh and slamming the door close.

If this is how the imperium of man, humans just like Grey, do to their prisoners, let alone even treat heroes, then she couldn't only feel sorry for Grey, sorry for all her hate against his assaults, hatred and even forgive him for the death of her general. No pony deserved such harsh treatment, not even criminals of the lowest and worst crimes.

She galloped away into her guard's barracks, still able to hear the groans and roars from his room. She burst open the door, surprising Commander Fletcher and Specialist Hanzel. She threw her halberd axe to the ground, ducked under her bed bunk, hid under it, covering her ears, and curled up into a ball as the echoed roaring groans of Grey grew faint yet still heard.

Only to hear all three of Specialists Hanzel, Commander Fletcher, and Senior Petty Mage officer Straight Arrow ears flicked to the sounds of Grey roaring screams of agony. All three guards galloped out of their barracks into the halls and to his room, with Fletcher and Straight forming magic spears and Hanzel hitting his hooves together, forming lighting sparks arming themselves with their weapons.

After thirty-eight whip lashings on his back, only twenty-one of nine lashes drew blood, the rest being too weak strikes. Grey's back bleed with torn muscles, flesh, reopened scars, and even the opening of his removed bionic spine bled, trailing down his arms and pouring onto the table and the floor. Grey was left grunting and panting, feeling his blood trail down, and Oscar was panting heavily; his arm was sore and tired. Aline and Aline look down at the once man they called teacher, battle mate, and friend, only to have him be restrained and beaten by them.

Cornelius approached Oscar resting a hand on his shoulder. "Congratulation is in order, Commander Oscar Milan, well done, and to you two Kriegsmen one one four and one one five, I shall report this to your commanding officer to send my regards and honors to you two."

He said with a chuckle as all three of them remained quiet, and Sarina put the removed bionic spine back into the open hole in Grey's body, retightening the screws in his bones, and reattaching his muscles and nerves. Grey groaned in agonizing pain, feeling his flesh be pulled back together to seal the open hole, and Grey slowly regained feeling and movement in his body, twitching his bionic hand and arms twitching and shifting along with his legs.

"Now then, I'll leave you three to deal with this mess, then return with me back on the valkyrie shuttle ship, Tech-priest Sarina; you are to return with me back to the orbiting fleet and await your next tasks while I await for "this one," planetary report." He said, letting go of Oscar's shoulder and looking down at Sarina finish reinstalling Grey's spine. Before unholstering his bolt pistol and smacking the back of Grey's head, chuckling, lowering his head to have his mouth next to his ear.

"For rumors of you being "The Officers Killer," I am unimaginably unimpressed, and my expectations shamefully let down. I had imagined you to be at least as big as an ogryn yet now I see you in person, your nothing but a dog held in chains as I am your master do you understand me Cain?" He whispered only with Grey glancing his eye and grunting a growl at him.

"Good boy." Cornelius said before holstering up and standing back up straight.

"Now then, as much as I would like to see this failure curse and threaten me without a spine, come now, we make our leave; I grow sick, breathing the same air as these xenos." Cornelius said, leaving the room before Sarina followed behind them, stopping at the door to turn and face Alina, Aline, Oscar, and Grey, bowing to them.

“Though are meeting was, “eventfully” I look forward for working with you, Captain Grey, Commander Oscar, and twin Daughter veteran Kriegsmen one one four and one one five.” She said before Oscar slowly looked up from Grey to Sarina.

"Just... Fuck off, you damn tech-priest." Oscar said with a shaky tone, his eyes still glued to the whip lashes on Grey's back.

With that said. She Turned back and left, leaving the twins and Oscar alone with a bleeding back, a reinstalled bleeding spine, open scars, and new ones as he lay on a blooded table with a pool of his blood. Aline and Aline gently moved their hands to hold his bionic hands and bowed their head, placing them over his mask as muffled sobbing sounds from them could be heard.

Oscar slowly fell to his knees, still gripping the whip in his hand as he stared down at Grey's back, seeing the bleeding wounds and scars stretch out at each of his breaths. Slowly lifting his free hand and gently placing it on the back of Grey's head, lowing his head to rest over his palm and wept, letting tears drip down his cheeks and onto his palm.

"G-Grey I-" Oscar Tried to speak, cutting him off to see Grey turn and slam his bionic hand down at the table, breaking a corner off it.

"Get out and stay away from me; you are bleeding karken traitours, bastards before I butcher you all like the backstabbing rats you all are. Emperor, damn and curse you all to the warp and to hell!" He roared, with pure disgust, hatred, and pain in his voice, snarling at him, making Oscar recoil back at his anger.

"Oscar, I want you to know. I regretted saving your sorry ass from those damn Tyranids and Necrons; I should've left you to die and rot as a corpse. I regret meeting you and your damn family ya fuckin Heidran coward... Your no cadian or a guardsmen, but just a damn waste of damn air from the ally way streets of hive city waste comparment sector." Grey said, staring into Oscar's eye and seeing him stand up and walk out of the room as Alina watched him before looking back at Grey.

“Du undankbarer Versager von einem Arschloch!”
("You ungrateful failure of an asshole!" My German is still off, but I tried so meh - end of bloop)
Alina muffles out before standing up and rushing out after Oscar leaves Grey to watch and look at Aline sitting on the ground before looking up at Grey.

"I said get out, you walking corpse, unless that's what you want to be."

He said, only to see Aline reach into her trench coat and pull out an old broken power sword handle; its blade was broken as if it was sliced off with only a name written on the guard of it reading it.

”Thorn Cain Grey, eighth Cadian True-born Karskin”

He knew what that old broken power sword was, for it was the same one given to him when he became a Kasrkin and the same one he broke after killing "him" and became a criminal. He only looked at it before as Aline stood up and slowly walked to the door, grabbing both double door handles and turning her head back to glance at him.

"Ya know, we came not by orders, but by choice, our choice... We wanted to see the man we once knew, the mentor, and friend. And to know what happened to you, but I guess... You have other plans; I hope you are at least pleased by this... Act of kindness criminal for it will be the last thing you'll ever receive from Krieg and any other guardsmen, traitor." She muffled out before slamming the doors shut, leaving the broken power sword on a bloodied table and Grey staring at it.

Grey, for a moment, heard the sounds of galloping and his name being screamed out behind the door, approaching quickly. He only wobbled his way to the table to grab the handle of the broken power sword with an as shaky hand. He felt his breath quicken and his teeth clenched before pulling his hand back and throwing the broken sword at the doors letting out a growl before falling to his knees and groaning.

Looking over at the golden shine of the emperor, seeing his perfect cut-out face of the emperor with the urge to roar out his rage and pain. He didn't, except for a whizzing giggle before it turned into a cracking chuckle. Placing a bionic hand over his chest and felt nothing again, not the fast, hot heartbeats in his chest or the feeling of his lungs breathing. Nothing but a cold, slow, hollowing feeling that grew inside him with blood dripping down his back, a broken sword on a blood-soaked table and floor, and the sounds of galloping echoing from the halls growing closer to his room.

"Emperor... What am I... What have I become?"

Author's Note

Was this dark, yes, did I put this story as a comedy, slice of life, and drama, yes I know, to put it simple, combining life of warhammer 40k and MLP is more complex than you think, but in the end I will take that challenge and see if I can do it.

As I did state before, their will be little dark moments and more focus on the comedy/ slice of life along with drama so don't worry your little cocks now and just enjoy what I give. Also some chapters might be delayed for this month and probably next one some “events” are currently but don't want to get into it, thanks for understanding.

Now a riddle for you if you'd like:

I am you but you aren't me, I speak truth you speak lies.
I see you as good, You see me as bad.
I see a smile on your face, you see hate on mine.
Who am I?

The answer will be said in the next chapter as it will be like something to learn about for both this and the next chapter.

Don't forget to like, follow, maybe even add this story to your favorites and keep track of it, leave a comment of both question that I might answer, a meme or shitpost, or random shit like how itchy my FUCKING NUTZ ARE! or if Shabooinger should be a real world, but enough of that and as always...

Cya in the next chapter : )