Chapter 18: Visions again

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Classic's POV:

I woke up in the Void, but it wasn't empty anymore, I see fire, destruction, chaos, and dead bodies.
I then heard a scream and I turn around seeing Ganz without his jacket, lying on the floor dead. I widened my eyes and ran up to him hoping that he was just fake dying, but he's not, he's actually dead. . . "Ganz please wake up! Wake up! No don't leave me! You promised! You promised!" I yelled breaking into tears, is this what my visions will looked like in real life?

I don't know how long it has been an hour or two? But in reality it's been a few minutes, "poor, poor, Classy, all sad and alone. But don't worry you have me" I then felt a hand rubbing on my back giving me comfort. I look back seeing . . .
















Me?






Myself?




















His warm smile shown brightly even though all this is hell, I couldn't believe it, it's me. But what happened to me.

(Remember the cover of the book)

I looked like I was in a disease or something, or corrupted, and why does he have Ganz's jacket?!
"W-who are you?" I stuttered. "Why I'm you of course, what? Don't you want to see me?" He replied. "But how? Why do you have Ganz's jacket?!" I yelled. "Oh you still care about that idiot? Hehe I thought you've changed" he snickered. "What do you mean I still care about him of course I do and I always will!! And what do you mean he's an idiot!?" I yelled more at him or should I say "myself". "Don't you understand already, Ganz will never love you, he betrayed me and that's how I turned into a monster" he said. This is nonsense Ganz will never hurt me, he told me that he will protect me no matter what. "You're lying! You're just saying stuff so that I can make more mistakes, you're just saying this so that everything will get more worse of turning me into monster!" I yelled but that is something that I will regret saying that in my life.

L̵̞̭͔̣͘͜I̴̬̳͋̑S̵̡͇̠̆̔̋̈́̆̐Ţ̷̃̈́͌Ḛ̶̱͋Ń̶̤̬̄͆͠ ̷̡̉͌̓̂͂̓H̶̤̱͓̲̝̽͆̍̋É̵̡̗̯͔̑͊͒́̏͝ͅṞ̷͖̯̪̈́̋̌͌̿̍Ȅ̵͔͚̳̳͙̝̆,̵̨̢̛͍̫̹͕̎͐ͅ ̵͖̠͉͆͐̓̚͝Ḭ̸̟̫͇̺̂̇͛͜M̴̫͗̽̂́ ̸̡̡̬̌͊̍̀̈́̕N̵͕͕̤̳̪̂O̷̹͕͈͓̖̒͆͗̎Ṯ̴̫͓̜̫̜̖̇ ̵̡͖͕̖̈́̔̄̏̾͑ͅL̴̡̮̜̟͖̘̐Y̶̫͋̆̆͊Ǐ̸̳̲̮̤̤͙̰̊͗̃͛̓Ǹ̵̜̠̞͖̬͎͑͝G̷̢̛̫͈̝̬͈̓̋͛̂̓͐ ̵̡͙̝̥͈͙̊͆̇̑̕I̵̡̭͇̦̕T̵̡̰͔͆͌͒̃̀̉S̵̢͕͙͉̘͇̿ ̴̝̞͑Ţ̵͉̤͔͔̝͂̀͛̂̏̓Ḩ̵̡̱̻̝̹̒̀́̉̉̎ͅÊ̶̳͉ͅ ̷̮̅̃͐͂̀͘T̷̛̘̜͚͖̾͑͊͐͛R̸̡̮͉͍̦͓̃͆̆̈́̕͜͠U̸̢̥̘̒̈́̈́͒̽͋̏T̷̬̄H̴̛͖̜͇͍̾̀͝!̸̬̙̀̋̔ ̸͙̥̖̼̦́̒̐͂̓̅̃Ḏ̸̙͚̀̋͗̈́͒̓̄Ő̷̟̇͑̑ ̵͕͙̳͇͕̣͉̄̀̅̀̔Ỳ̷̫̯̙͗̉̂͑͜Ô̵̯̜̄̇́̓͗U̶̞̲̲̣̮͗̊̾́ ̵̞̖̦̖̖̊̀̇̔̀͐W̵͈͍̜̤̩̮̾͊́̅̚A̴̡̺̼̰̫̰̾N̸͉̣̦̈͗͆̀̊̊ͅT̸̼̱̯̘͚̒̄ ̶͚̞̪͔̯͚̩͘Y̶̨̢̭͗́̇͛̇Ơ̶͍͎̿͝Ụ̴̉̍R̵͓̤͗̀̄̉̋̂͜ ̷̟̜̑̍L̴̙̟̘͆̄̈́̅́̓I̸̛̘̲̜͗͆̈́̔̊F̸̢̫͚̤̖̩̓͆͝ͅE̸̝͎͖͉̠̊͂̉̿̾͊͘ ̸͙͓̦͚̬̤͖̆L̷̜͐̆͂͠I̶͇͓̊̍͌̍͝͝ͅĶ̴̛̦͚͈̐̈́̇̅Ĕ̵̳̰̘̝͖͔̓͒̈́ ̴̩͖̄̿͠Ţ̸̳͉͊͛͊͛͜͜H̶̭̜͆̚I̵̲̠̙̥̓͌͆̆͆̕Ş̶̺́̎́?̸̢̛̲̖͎̣̂̃́̊́͜͠!̷͎̘̼̦̭͋͗͊̒͜ ̴̼̼̗͖͓̄̾̅͒H̴̟͌Ä̶͙͎͉́͗̓͒̕̚͝V̸̬̺̲͔̦͊̃I̸̝̩͓͉͋N̵͉͒G̵̝̾̓ ̷̢̤̦̞̟͎̏̈̔͂͂͘Ȁ̶̧͍͉̟̦̍͜L̴̗̲̤͓̫̩̉̿̓̍̑̽̔L̵̤̻̟͚͕̹̒̏͑͋̈́̽͜ ̷̙̿̈́̈́͋ͅT̶̩͔͓͚̺̖̍̿̕H̶̖̪̪̻͚͕̹̒̏̾Ẹ̶̬̻͌̽S̸͈̣͍̤̦̲̆͂́͌̚Ė̸̹̙̹̙̺͌͗͘͜ ̴͕̘̯͎͈͚̙̈́̄̅̕̕S̷̢̱̱̺̓͊A̸̢̢̩͖̜̾̇̑͗̕N̷̙̾̉̄̔S̵̨̫̝̠̥̦̀͐́̌Ę̵̮̣̟́ͅS̸̯͔̞̟̣̑͑͋̾̕͜͠ ̷̢͇͍̀̚H̸̟͍̩̾͒̈́̂ͅÜ̷̢̥̟̤͈̬͐̀̀͠͝N̸̡͓͙̻̅̀̚T̸͙̞̖̮̩̫̜͆Ȋ̶̢̗͈̠̜͖͛̈͝N̸̡̫̣̰̞̮̠̈́́̓͆͋̾͂G̴̨̼͖̼̾́ ̴͈̹̈́̐̚͠Ÿ̷̭̯́̃̏̓̈̈́̀O̵̱̺͙̠̽̈́͜͠U̵̢̯͔̿͑̀̾͘ ̶̮̜̩̞̿̎̀͘̕D̶̡͔̞̓̇͛̓O̵̮̻̓W̸̦͆̽̓͝Ņ̵̱͈͕̲͚͂ ̵̜̼͇̎̒͜ͅS̶̘̟̱̲̒͊̆̇͂͝͠O̶̭͓̣̓͐̉ ̶̡́̀͛͐͋T̶̮̼͔̈́̅̀̔͊H̸̨͇̣͇̥̘͙͐̈̅Â̴̡͙̳͕̏̇̋́̔T̵̡̡̬̳̲͂̉͒̈ͅ ̸̫̦͙̊͂̇̐̊͆Ṱ̵̡̢̈́H̸̹̖̼̠͍̙̮̏͆̊E̴̢̘̯̭̯̙͋̿Ỳ̵̧̢̨͓̘͓͘ ̵̜͎̏͌̄͛̿Ć̸̨̡͖̃̿A̷̲̳̖͊N̴̡̥̭̤̱͎̙͊̽ ̵̢̖̣̩̤̩̗̃̀́̈́̓Ķ̷̪͚̥͔̽̽͌I̷̜͂L̶̟̳̗͕̻̀͂̀L̸̑͌͜ ̵͎͈͈͍̂̑̂͑̂͜Y̴̱̞̘̺̱̿̈́͋Ǫ̴̥̗̳̼͉̳̃̈́̈́̐̂͊̈́U̴͇̺̪͕͌͐̈͛̓?̵̨̧̛̠͚̮̺͉̔̓̈͑͝!̵̘͎̤̦͊ ̵̢̨͕͓̞̘̂̀̚̚͠ͅN̵̡̡̻͙̜͕͗͊̽͋̉͆͆Ó̸̧̖̓̀̐͝!̸̳̍̿͆ ̶͖̮̗͍̹͗̓̀͒̕Î̵̼̣͇̬͘M̴̨̠̜̪͍̀͒͝ ̸̛̞̻̈́̿̆̌̽T̷͕̖̦̰̞̬̒̋̏̽̓̿͗R̶̫͉͚̰̥̻̊̒͂̿̇Y̷̺̜͍̝͆͒̈́͑̕͝Ï̵̳̣͔̍̄̒ͅN̸̺̗̳͛͌Ǵ̵̪̭͚͛̀́̀͠͝ͅ ̵̤̯̼̅͊̓̕T̸̺͂̎͝Ò̸͕̙̠̣̯͚͋̂̾ ̷̨̨̲̳̮͙̦͛͐P̴̡̧̛̯̮̣͉̭̽̾͊̆R̶̼̜͉̭͊O̷͍͛͌͗̒͠T̷͚͆Ē̸̲̗͕͇̗̈̕C̷̹͙̘͙̦̰̹̍̾̈́͆̀̕T̵̻̺̤͖͊̿̈́̎̒͝ ̸̢̝̜̲̯̲̇̎̆͋Ỳ̴̼̰̞͉̊́̽͊͝O̷̡͓͈̦̮̙̫͛̇́̒͑̕Ư̵̢̎ ̷̤̽́̉C̷̨̪͚͖̤̲̯̍̋L̴̨̢̯͎̦̪̈́̄͜Á̷̛̼͇͉̜͜͠S̶̜̥̪̳̄́́̿͋͘͠S̶̙̝͂̇̎͋̑͘I̷̫̮̗̾͂̈́C̸̠͓̜͉͒̈́̅̕,̶͕̹͑͐̓ ̸̊ͅŢ̴̛̹͆̉͋͂H̷͉̼͍̯̰̗͆̎͘ͅÄ̸̘͒̊̃͛͑͜Ť̷̞̦̱͗̆͊S̸̱̬͎̣̆̉́͒̈́̓̈ ̷̧̼̝̒̃͛͐̾̕W̴̠̌̒Ḧ̵̰̣̮̣̣͚̺́͒͗Y̷̢̦̻̯̮̞̮̔̀͑̿̉͝͝ ̵̛̙̖͛̕͘Ÿ̴̼̫͕͚̣́̕͝Ő̴̭̦͠U̵̠͈̐̎̍̏̐ ̶̝͙̣̜̩͇̪͒͛̋H̴̻͎̫͉͚̽̋̊Ȁ̸̧̹̻̗̹̙͜V̴̭̗̟͙͈̭̆̽̿̈̑̕E̸̤̽̋̀̀ ̶͔̰͂͗̑̃ͅT̷͖͐̌̈́͘H̵̠͎͇̤̭̬͂̅͂Ě̴͙͉̥͕̼̗͋͠ ̵͍̯̘̙̥̼̈́͒D̷̮̞̬͚͜͠Ī̴̙̺͍̞̚S̸͛͜E̴̯̍̊̑A̸̦͚̙̎̏̎S̴̬̳͙͆͠E̸̠̲̺̖͗̉͗͜,̸͖̙̠́̽̑͜͝ ̸͉̘̠̖̠̺͍̿̔̇̽͛͋S̵͎̞̺͐O̸̡̮͎͉̘̯̔̅ͅ ̵̘̇̈̄͑͂̏̽Ţ̵̢̀̀͂̌͝H̵̢̝̜̳̣͍̊͐͒A̸͙͇͂̌̈̚T̵̡͔̜̝͑̔̿̅ ̶̱̓͗̆̌͛͋͌Y̸̦̼͙̩̮͉̬̋̈́͘Ơ̷̧̲̫̥̪͓̪̑͋̓̀̌Ú̷͙̃͊ͅ ̸̨̦͙̻̹̤̺͊͗̓̿̄͛C̵͔̔̍̽̉A̵͍̱͋̑N̸̡̢̛͔̳̰͉͑̊̿ ̷̧̢͎̪̘̤́͜P̸̞͍̠͖̻̮͍̒͌͌̚Ȓ̷̤͍̲̩͈͛́̆͌͜Ò̷̠̦͈̱̟͖͆͌̀̌͑͜T̵̨̝͙͗Ȩ̶̗̖͙̰͗̔C̶̨̢̼̪̦͑T̷̩̜̠̟̫̩̒͂͊͆̓̒͠ ̵̝͈͑Y̸̬̥̤̟̯͗̋̇̇O̵̗̠̯̼̲̜̱̾Ŭ̴̲̖͎͠Ȑ̶̘̗̙̖S̴̢̺̓̈̔̄̈Ě̸̛̹͉͓̳͇̈́̆̿͆͘ͅL̶̢̞̪̔́̚F̸̡̨̈́̀̊͒̄̑̐͜

I then was grabbed by the color shirt, he then knocked me out by punching my head, I then felt my surroundings staring to fade to black. I was knocked out.
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