Super Simulator

Chapter 64- Fuckboi

"Hello again, small voice," a buttery voice purred at me. I opened my eyes. So is this what happens when whatever just happened to Jason happens?

"I was here I suppose," I stated. "Yes, dear . . ." one voice hissed.

I remembered what I had to do, and stuck to my mission. "How many times was I here?"

"This is your third time," The voice hissed. "What happens in the real world while I'm here?" I asked.

"We're in no position to tell you how to figure out." The smooth voice cooed. I growled, "Hell you are! I want answers, and I want them NOW!" I yelled.

"How dare you speak to us that way!" The voice was harsh and hissed at me. It was so dark in here, but I fell one step back and grabbed a movement in front of me. Before me, I held a shadowy arm. An actual shadow.

I felt the energy, and I started getting glimpses of me being here before. 

"Praeteritem?" I hissed at him. The shadow arm in my hand started withering and crumbling to an old frail thing in my grip. "I know who you are, you're Past . . ." I said, my tone harsh and sharp enough to slice glass. Latin is a weird language, but it helped to know a little.

"H-how did you . . ." It hissed, it's voice sounding more and more like an old man's. "You're evil," I said. It struggled, but I wasn't letting go of the hand. I threw Praeteritem into the small sliver of light, and before I could see the monster, it evaporated into smoke. Shadows are created my light and destroyed by it.

I turned to where I sensed the other one, Nabu, was. "Tell me everything," I commanded.

"Your ancestor was here, Emerald. She was sent here by enemies and fooled to coming here. But she fought and the ring was stolen from her. At least that's what we thought. The ring transforms and developed Source into what they would have been had they never gone through the transformation. Because we all know that being a Source means being misery itself. And with misery, if nothing changes, it will eventually. But for the worst." Nabu sighed.

"We are the Shadows from the ancient Romans. We are Past and Destiny. Of course, I'm also known as general. In my former life, I was a great general in the Roman Empire, but I was trapped and caught up because of destiny to be trapped and transformed into the shadow I am today. Past was but a low commoner, living on the paths and trampled on by the armies. He messed and stuck with black magic, and dragged me into this. Once again Irony played a role because he tried desperately to fix his Past until he became Past itself." Nabu said.

"Where are we?" I asked. "In the ring. I suggest you destroy this, it's a mistake Emerald made." Nabu said. I nodded, "Will I regain my lost memories?" I asked. I saw flashes of my friends frightened faces and flashes of me being hurt by Praeteritem.

"Once you return," Nabu said.

"I'll be going now, thank you Nabu," I said.

"Please . . . Emera. Free me," Nabu pleaded.

I reached out and felt a hand reach mine. I stepped into the light and saw his shadow arm -the arm of a once great soldier- for a split second, before the arm and the rest of the shadow evaporated into smoke. I didn't bother asking more about the witchcraft or black magic. Now the shadows get to pass on from being trapped here for centuries.

I ripped the drapes from the window and came face to face with my other self. In that split second all memories returned to me. From me as Anti-Emera, to me being here before. I screamed and lunged at her.

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I woke up.

Everyone was in Jason's room, staring at me. I realized they built some sort of wall around me.

To keep me from destroying myself. I pried the ring off and threw it at the wall, wet tears spilling down my cheeks.

"How could you not tell me?! Had you, I'd find out sooner how to not transform! I hurt you guys, and then Jason transformed and-!" I wailed.

"What? When? How did this happen? Emera tell us EVERYTHING!" Carlyn said.

I nodded my head and wiped my tears, telling them everything that had happened.

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"It explains so much, the speaking Latin, everything . . ." Zoey said.

"It was the damn ring, how did we not realize . . ." Carlyn muttered to me. I stared at Jason, "I'm so sorry Jason," I cried. He nodded, "I . . . don't understand. You'd be suicidal if you weren't in the sim. All I did was make out with you."

"You'd be a Fuckboi!" Bailey said. I nodded, "Makes sense."

Jason opened his mouth to protest but then closed it, not bothering to argue.

"You guys should've told me. I was practically in another portal or something!" I said. Stacie rubbed my arm, "We're sorry, we thought it was the only option."

"I'm sorry I put you guys through that, especially you Jason. In fact, I should've never given you the ring. It felt as if I took advantage of you," I said. He shook his head, "I'm the one that made you let me try on the ring. And I'm the one who forced myself on you, not the other way around. Nothing was your fault." 

I protested,"But still-" 

"But nothing. Stop trying to take the blame for everything that happens to you. Do you understand me? You've done so much Emera, stop putting the weight of our problems on your shoulders. You had nothing to do what happened. None of us could find out what happened or how you transformed and you were the one in trouble yet you solved the mystery and figure it out yourself. You're a force to be reckoned with. You just let two spirits who've been captive for thousands of years free! Emera, you can't be responsible for everyone's troubles," Jason shushed me.

I hugged him. "Just so you know, even possessed you were hot," I chuckled. "Same goes to you, but I prefer my perfect, fiery Emera," he said. "And I prefer the boy who can be smexy without even having to take his shirt off," I said.

"I took my shirt off?" he asked in shock.

"Yup, you ho," I winked.