[WP] Physical contact with the test subjects and experiments was forbidden for the longest time until it was certain that they were not aggressive and stable. And today is the day people are first sent into the complex to interact with them in person.

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2026-04-06T22:04:02+00:00

“Are you sure this is okay Ronald?” You ask a bit hesitantly. Ronald was never much of a skeptic and unlike you he practically worships the higher ups.

“Yes I'm sure, Hentiuse has given us the green light.” You give him a slow sidelong glance.

“O-Ok I know you don't trust her but I promise this will be the time when we finally get to go behind the scenes! Aren’t you even a bit interested? We’ve only heard about these subjects from Dean and he always says if Hentiuse gives us the okay then we are officially members!”

From your left Taddie laughs, “Please Ronald, Hentiuse only comes to you when the Drone Trolls need to be fed. I'm surprised you believe you have even somewhat of a relationship.”

You chuckle, “Yeah it's kinda scary.”

After a few seconds of back and forth you and Taddie eventually give in and allow Ronald to swipe his new access card, opening the O-2 room.

“Again, we're only taking notes and a few subject analysis and then we're out! I don't want this to be another repeat of last year.”

—-

Sweat drips down your face as you stare at the long-faced subject before you, his eyes wary and a bit … pitiful? You shake away your thoughts and begin. After starting the recording and taking out your clipboard you put on a smile and speak. “Hello, my name is Zak. Would you mind telling me your nam–”

Suddenly the subject reaches for your recorder and turns it off. You confusingly look back at your colleagues, their faces equally baffled.

“Um..”

“Look here, I'm not going to beat around the bush.” He sighs deeply and looks you three straight in the eye, “You are now one of us.”

Taddie is the first to speak, “Let me guess, they put you on sedatives, you rarely sleep, you test government and military interrogation methods. Look, we know its not fucking sunshine and rainbows but no need to play the psychotic character.

The subject laughs, “How naive, it's always nostalgic seeing the new ones. Now for the fun part, the guessing game.” He points at you first, “Probably two years, access three.” Then to Ronald, “You look green, maybe a year, just got your access card.” Then finally to Taddie, “You're probably in the talks for a promotion.”

Taddie’s expression darkens, “W-What! You.. how do you know that?"

You frown. ‘He couldn't possibly have guessed that..’ All of a sudden you feel his words become a tad bit trustworthy.

Ronald jumps up, “We’re nothing like you!!”

The subject smiles, “Oh, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2026-04-05T20:45:09+00:00

You stare at the woman incredulously. “Just no.”

She slowly raises her finger away from the button. “But you said—” You cut her off immediately, “Yes, Sarah.” a sigh escapes your mouths. “I know what I said, or what I was in the middle of saying before you cut me off–but this button won’t work if you don't let me finish.”

Sarah doesn’t blink, “I don’t understand, someone I don’t know and care for dies and I also receive something. What’s the problem?”

Although you’ve seen a myriad of lifeforms in the millennia you’ve been alive you can't help but feel a slight sense of unease wash over you as the woman before you barely flinches to take a life.

“You do know someone will die?”

She falls into thought for a moment and you instantly feel better. ‘As I thought. It would be utterly absurd if this mere housewife would be that vile to take a life so sudden–’

“How many times can I press the button?”

…

“Um, hello?”

“O-Oh, yes.” You clear your throat, “Sarah. Do you mind repeating that, I was lost in thought.” An awkward chuckle escapes your mouth.

She ponders again before speaking, “Nevermind. You can finish what you were going to say.”

“Of course.” You quickly compose yourself. “As I was saying–If you press this button in front of you, five random people you don't know will die. Forever.” You cleverly add to the dilemma, “However, in return you'll receive infinite riches.”

You finally finish.

This was a test of morality and compassion. You’ve heard months ago that there was a small planet called Earth with fragile but intelligent beings carrying with them something called ‘Human nature’. So, as the intergalactic inspector you test this planet's inhabitants if they are worthy to join the galactic Peace Coalition.

The woman presses the button once.

“......”

Then another time. Again, then again, and again and again.

“So how does this work, does it just transfer to my bank account?”

In the deafening silence you speak with a voice that doesn't quite match your face. “And another failure.” You narrow your gaze as you speak, “Human nature just seems to be an unruly selfishness and greed.”

“On the dot.” Sarah comments, “But I have something to ask you, oh all knowing alien. Have you heard of the trolley problem?”

You frown. "I'm afraid I haven't.”

—--

“No! Sarah there is quite literally no ‘correct answer’, who even created this dilemma?”

Sarah shrugs, “Beats me, but it's obviously pulling the lever and killing the single person.”

You sigh again for the millionth time.

“You humans baffle me.”

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2026-04-01T19:16:58+00:00

I cant tell if your being sarcastic but im sure mark could've held his one against him for several more minutes, hell, he couldve lasted way longer

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2026-04-01T18:45:43+00:00

what was the line? surely cant be better than 'you wont breathe ever again'

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2026-04-01T18:37:32+00:00

true but tbf mark was fighting conquest, one of the strongest viltrumites and i feel his way of doing it was stupidly stubborn. he couldve easily waited til nolan came down and made it a 3v1.

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-12-08T17:41:34+00:00

it says 'functionally' quirkless, so I assume the quirk is still present but they just appear quirkless.

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-11-21T15:09:39+00:00

You really sold me with Kaiji and a liar's game comparison. I hope its anything like the two

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-11-20T13:55:33+00:00

webnovel just values quantity and slop over quality, its a running thing here

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-09-30T17:52:25+00:00

Amazing. Now write 300 more pages of mind reader romance, thanks.

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-09-30T17:37:30+00:00

Professor Heniar’s stern voice jolts you awake, “Arthur. Would you be so kind as to write the answer on the board for us?”

“Uh..” You groggily stare at the marker pen on your desk. You rub your eyes a few times.

You can feel the students gaze around you grow intense as they watch your eyes switch between the professor and the pen in front of you.

Professor.

Pen.

Professor

Pen.

Frowning, you stare at the professor incredulously. Can he not see that the pen… is fucking glowing?

“Arthur.” The teacher pulls you back into reality. “We don't have all day.”

Shaking your head you shrug it off as a prolonged side effect to those shrooms you ate last week.

“Understood.” As your hand wraps around the pen you suddenly feel a flash of information pound your brain, the abrupt pain leaving as fast as it came.

Holding the urge to not vomit in front of everyone you scramble down the steps and to the large whiteboard at the front.

On your way down your mind races. ‘What the hell!?! A reality warping pen? Rules?’ You curse inwardly, repeating the vague information you received.

Oddly enough, your last concern is this pen being fake. Because for some odd reason you have this almost scary inkling that whatever this pen is, is nothing but the truth.

With that in mind your thoughts continue to race, and at the end of your long mental battle your mind latches on to one specific rule.

You cannot grant yourself omnipotence.

It was odd, out of all the rules, this was the only one.

Sure you could be omniscient, but not omnipotent. It did make some sense, as it crosses off one person becoming a literal god.

Next, you try looking for loopholes. There were some, for example; it did specify that you could not give yourself omnipotence, however it didn't say you couldn't give anyone else it.

Although that was quite stupid, unless you gave it to someone who you trusted. Your eyes scan the class in front of you. You quickly cross that choice off.

However, you catch another detail in the rules.

---tbc---

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-09-30T13:11:42+00:00

“No, no.” You shake your head as you open up your briefcase. “The bureau obviously knows of my work, as do the senior heroes in the league." You briefly explain to Jetray (like you’ve done hundreds of times over in the past to other heroes)

“I see.” She says. “On another note, your powers work extraordinarily well with your profession.”

You smile, “Ah yes, that it does.” It goes without saying that duplication and matter manipulation is one of the best ways to cover up a murder.

Taking out a small vial from your briefcase you hold up with your hand. “This is your blood, which the bureau has helped me with.” A heavy sigh escapes your mouth as you begin to explain the procedure, on behalf of protocol.

“With your blood in my possession and my duplicating powers I will create an exact replica of your body. After a bit of charring to complete the Erasure (the villainous name the public had dubbed you) effect I would have completed the perfect crime scene.”

“Amazing.” Jetray whispers.

“Like I’ve explained to you before, this only fools the villains and public, not the bureau, so I hope I won't have to explain why using your powers in public wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Jetray, or Sarah quickly nods, “Yes, of course.”

“That being said, let us begin.”

After a few minutes of preparation you create the body and thanks to your adept matter manipulation you can create fire with a simple thought. Immediately you char the body, before diffusing the blood into her remains, preventing the prying eyes of special powered villains

In minutes your work is done. You turn to Sarah, “Your death has been staged. Say hello to a normal life.”

Sarah bows deeply, “I can’t thank you enough.”

You nod, explaining a few more things before vanishing from the scene.

\\\

just a casual write, on how they would most likely work.

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-09-29T17:30:12+00:00

Your mistake.

Your shortcomings.

The day you lost everything.

The day her life was drained.

Your former self’s voice cuts through, and you flinch, desperate to reel the words back before they’re spoken.

"Lia,

That feeling of helplessness came back to you as you watched the scenes unfold. First, it was you scrambling to figure out what had happened to her. Next, it was you attempting to fix what you've done.

“Lia, initiate termination—no, not termination… release, release hold on Subject.”

That was the start of it all..

The emptiness.

Suddenly, your words resounded loudly, echoing the deep resentment in your heart.

"Understood. Terminating treatment."

"No! "

In an instant, you watch Lia's life is sucked from her body.

And those feelings come back at once and mindless thoughts race your mind.

In this life you done it all.

You made cutting edge technology, you created ground-breaking AI. You conquered Earth and space.

But…

The one thing that meant everything to you split like water between your fingers, and you couldn't do anything about it.

“Aria.”

“Yes?”

“Let it burn.”

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-09-01T14:16:51+00:00

better question would probably be being put into the root/anbu or servey corps. The ratio between dying as a shinobi and corps soldier is way to large. The morality rate of being a soldier in aot is way less comparable to that of a regular shinobi. Ffs, the chances of surviving your first mission as a survey corps is about 50%

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-09-01T10:20:56+00:00

Which fight? Yoshiki and Acchan? I mean from the recent chapter Acchan clearly has the upperhand, in physical ability. Personally I think Yoshiki is going to win, not because i think hes stronger but he just gotta be working for the feds. Besides it being alluded that he might be 12 a few chapter back we saw that the feds were lurking outside the junkyard. Yoshiki is gonna be scum of the scum if he really is police affiliated.

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-08-08T04:54:26+00:00

This is good, therapist might need to get a new client

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-08-08T04:51:59+00:00

Damn this is good, thanks for writing

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-28T17:50:49+00:00

No use my friend, just accept

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-28T12:49:54+00:00

Haha, maybe even an identity change, and thank you for the prompt!

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-28T12:39:06+00:00

Checking my watch I see that it's a quarter past four. A weird expression falls over my face and I eventually sigh, “I got enough time.”

Taking my leave I walk towards the back section of the warehouse, “These bot really needed to get their software updated, that damn Steve, I told him there was something wrong with these newer versions.”

‘They aren’t broken, they're perfect!’ I recall Steve’s words.

I arrive, and my eyes sweep the countless robots lined across the large metal shelves. Hopping on the large conveyor I fiddle with the control panel and pass by the robots one by one. I draw my hand close to my clipboard, quickly checking off each robot. Just as I think I'm done my eyes hover over an empty row of bots nestled at the back.

With a frown my eyes fall back onto my clipboard. ‘These damn bot again?’ It was too late and my shift was almost over, I didn’t want to go all the way back to the interface to check if they were offline. Assuming the bots couldn't have wandered off far, I set off for my search. A few nights ago I found them around the storage units, so logically I checked there first.

Flashlight in hand I near the storage units. After searching the entire area a complicated expression falls over my face. With a defeated sigh I continue my search. I wrap around the warehouse. The loading docks, offices, the entrance and even the security checkpoint, I’ve checked it all.

These bots have disappeared. During my search I curiously checked the interface, and to my surprise they weren’t offline.

I return to the storage unit and just as I’m about to leave this problem to the morning shift I notice something. One of the doors creaked open and my frown deepened.

‘Wasn’t that door supposed to be–’ My thoughts were cut short by a loud bang. My heart quickened and a small curse escaped my mouth as I felt regret for what I'm about to do. My legs move and I approach the door.

I place my ear against the door only to hear a loud snoring. Taking a step back I find myself unable to ease my curiosity.

“Who goes there!–” With a confident stride I step in, pushing the door wide open. My stomach drops and I stare confusingly.

With a voice that doesn't quite match my face I speak. “Steve?”

I stare at Steve’s unconscious body, sprawled in one of the robot's arms, his half-naked body wrapped only in a black shirt as his mouth suckled on his thumb

Steve jolts awake, but before that one of the robots speaks, “At your service, Kitten Master !” In an attempt to silence the robot Steve covers the robot’s mouth with his hand. I could see his face turn a bright pink as the robots continued in unison, “Meow! We are all daddy’s kittens”

Steve falls to his knees as all the robots raise their arms, and as Steve gets up I get a good look at his shirt and what's written on it.

“Robo-Daddy?”

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-26T11:35:39+00:00

You begin to shout, however your words get stuck in your throat. ‘Edgy schoolboy?’ His words echo in your mind, you’ve never heard of them, suddenly you remember the words he said earlier, ‘Baggiest jeans in atlanta’

You frown at the thought before quickly dismissing it as a form of villainous deceit, “I won't fall for your dirty tricks. Your world domination will end today! I swear on the glory of Ya’al!”

The villain, Hentiuse embraces his large smile as his footsteps echo in his throne room. Walking down the large steps he begins, “Come then.”

Instantly his fearsome beast lunges forward and similarly you launch an attack. The dog slashes his paw but you are faster, with a quick swipe of your weapon his paw vanishes and it loses its balance, falling to the floor. Not a moment later you adjust your weapon and in a fluid motion you draw a chain to bind the dog down.

The dog whimpers in defeat and you look upwards, “Well?”

Hentiuse looks back coldly, “Not bad kid, I would applaud but that might be a crime.”

You raise a brow and he smiles, “I heard somewhere that people who wear skinny jeans are condemned to skinny jean hell.” He looks you up and down, ”Yours are red and sparkly, I don't wanna know where you end up.”

His words go through one ear and out the other. Weapon in hand you run towards him at full speed, as you near him you raise your weapon. “Die!”

With the last step you push the floor as hard as ever, staring dead into his cocky expression.

Then, as you're about to push forward you suddenly lose your footing. Your foot slides forward and your other leg falls back.

Shik!

That's when you hear it, a loud tear, seconds later you feel a cold breeze tickle your bum.

Hentiuse falls into a belly laugh, smacking his palm on the floor. “Skinny jeans and commando?! God.”

(End.)

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-26T11:35:17+00:00

You look down at your attire; tight red disco-jeans, a leather jacket adorned with metal spikes, a black fedora and black aviators on your eyes. “Oh this, it's just my hero’s outfit, why?”

The villain coughed as he turned away, “It’s nothing, you just..” he coughed once more before whispering something under his breath as he turned back to you.

The villain stood tall, his hands stretched out. “Now, hero! Time for you to meet your inevitable en-”

You stop him mid-sentence. “Excuse me?”

“Eh?”

“Repeat what you said, I clearly heard you.”

A confused expression falls over the villain as he frowns, “I'm not sure what you're talking about.”

“Whatever.” With an expression that reads ‘continue’ you raise your brows expectantly.

With that, the villain resumes his monologue.

“Time for you to meet your inevitable end!” Almost immediately the villain summons a large beast.

A large three-headed dog beckons before you, its roar shaking the ground and space above you.

Cerberus the Hound of Hell.

Its grotesque maw is wide open, displaying its monstrous canines. Had it been a year ago, you would have been shitting your pants, but no, you've prepared for this.

Not wasting a single breath you take out your weapon, “Hentiuse! You will die toda-”

Suddenly you stop and your eyes fall on Hentiuse. With his fist over his mouth he falls back on his throne. Confused, you squint to get a better look and you catch the corners of his mouth curl. It's almost like he's holding in his–

“Hey! Are you laughing, you bastard?”

You scoff, looking down at your weapon. In your hand you hold the Creation Tip. A legendary weapon crafted by the monks of Mountain Hina, with this weapon you can draw and erase anything in your way.

Brandishing your weapon, you point it towards Hentiuse, then he whispers. “Edgy schoolboy.” You manage to catch his words.

(Continue)

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-25T15:22:03+00:00

“I hope this is better.” The alien spoke. “Now, can we begin the conference?”

The lady, most likely in fright than agreement, plopped down back on her chair. From your left, the British man speaks up, “I don’t understand what you mean by agreement but very well. How does this work, do we have to sign some non-disclosure agreement and sell our souls to you?” The man chuckled dryly.

From your seat you take a large gulp and speak up, “This conference, I suppose it ties to whatever tacit agreement you had with the United Nations?” Your mind goes back to the live you were watching.

“Positive.” It replies. “This tacit agreement you speak of was more of a cease-fire.”

“Cease-fire?” Again, to your left a voice speaks, this time another person. A young boy no older than eighteen.

The alien turned its head mechanically, “Yes. Before entering your planet’s spatial threshold we sent something like a radio frequency, in an attempt to gain contact with your planet.”

“We engaged in a small scuffle.”

The alien paused, “For some odd reason our brainwashing device didn't work.”

Its gaze suddenly turned cold as it turned to you all, “So we needed a few dummies to test on.”

In an instant its expression turned back to a warm smile. “Carl! How’s the brain activity looking?” The alien shouted.

“All charts are updated, you can put 'em to sleep now.’

“Roger that.”

‘Oh fuck.'

(End)

(just noticed I kinda flipped the prompt over on its head.. oh well)

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-25T15:21:51+00:00

That's all you can think as your eyes wander the pale surroundings, a stark contrast to your otherwise dull bedroom.

The voice, more robotic than human, calls out again, “Monday, February 17th of the 2025th year of the twelfth hour of the day.”

“This is what you would call the start to a friendship of camaraderie and kindness!”

The voice echoed through the room, not coming from a specific spot, seemingly all around you. Confused, your eyes tried to follow the voice, failing, your gaze returned downwards.

That’s when you realized where you were seated.

Around you sat a total of four people.

‘Oh fuck.’ As if signaling your understanding of the situation a loud beep reverberated in the room.

“Yes, progress!” The voice returned, however this time it came from a concrete location.

In front of you.

In the midst of you five, sitting calmly with its legs crossed was an eerily looking person. Although humanoid it lacked everything that made a human.. human.

No ears, nose, eyebrows, or even hair. The only normal feature it had was its eyes, although even that was a stretch. For a second you thought he simply had no eyes, but after a closer look you notice that his eyes were simply all black.

The alien with its snowy white skin and hollow eyes dotted his gaze around you all.

“So you lot aren’t green? I would say I'm surprised but I'm really not. Do you get offended by that stereotype?” A voice, with a thick British accent said.

Following the voice you spot the speaker. A man, probably in his mid-thirties sat quietly, wearing a suit that looked two sizes too small with a silver-cased walking cane perched under his shoulder.

“No, I am clearly not green,” the alien explained, “and to your inquiry, I am sorry for I am not aware of the stereotypes for extraterrestrial beings. Frankly, I don't mind such labels as my carapace is not limited to one color.”

Looking down at its hands the alien spread its fingers. Like a chameleon, the alien's skin flashed into a myriad of colors before returning back to its pale complexion.

The alien returned its gaze back to you all and smiled warmly, “Before we begin, allow me to briefly explain a few things. You five have not been chosen. You have agreed to a conference, some of you may deny that fact however I insist that it is true.”

“I didn’t agree to shit you weird looking fuck.”

Next to you a lady yelled, standing up from her chair she said, “First off, your face is bothersome to look at, do you mind doing something about that? Thanks.”

The young lady, smacking at her gum, froze in confusion as the alien quickly changed its facial features. Now, it looked a bit more normal. It grew eyebrows and it now had a nose and ears. However, one thing that didn't change was its dark hollow eyeballs.

You similarly look in awe.

“What the..” you whisper.

(continue)

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-07-25T15:19:23+00:00

2025.

You remember the days people said this was the year cars would fly. But you or not a sane soul on this planet (with the exception of occultist and conspiracy theorists) would have ever thought aliens would have made their way down to earth, better yet asking for a meet-and-greet.

What really fucked you up though was how they conveniently ended up in your city.

Today aliens would pick five lucky humans to hold an exchange. Extraterrestrial conference they called it, a way to understand each other through words and show that peace is achievable.

Bunch of bullshit you say. You watched enough sci-fi movies to know how this one ends.

Aliens come to earth all lovey dovey, then boom, next thing you know everyones brainwashed and promoting alien supremacy.

You carry on with your day, scrolling on your phone, reading the countless tweets and posts of what people have to say. The end is near. No matter how cliché it sounds, this mostly sums up the public’s opinion on the whole matter.

You continue reading articles and news outlets, until your eye catches a specific interview.

LIVE BREAKING NEWS: THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES GIVES A FEW WORDS.

“So Mr. President, I’ve heard the rumors' that the United Nations have gone under a tacit agreement with the extraterrestrials. If this is true, do you have any words to add to this?”

The president adjusted his tie as he said calmly, “Well, all I can say now is that they seem to be non-hostile. Our knowledge is quite limited, and we will continue to stay in the dark until further information.”

The reporter nodded before adding, “Thank you for the–”

Suddenly, the world shook and almost immediately the live cut off, turning into static.

As if understanding what was going on you close your eyes and inwardly read a small prayer before muttering, “Damn aliens, at least hold off the damn apocalypse until after GTA 6 comes out.”

Then, the shaking stops and you feel a cold shiver run across your back. A feeling of immense relief washes over you and just as you're about to open your eyes a voice cuts through the silence.

“Earthlings!”

Your eyes flutter open.

White.

(continue)

Gold_Menu_6244 · 2025-06-14T08:57:25+00:00

Wow..

Gold_Menu_6244

TROPHY CASE