This is a crack fic filled with madness the more you read the more you laugh hope you enjoy 🤪
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( Yeeeeted by a ROB is an experiment to see how much chaos I could inflict on the multiverse, that would make Tzeentch wet himself.
Expect world-hopping / Mad si / Silly si / I don't know what the fuck I am doing Si / I really don't know what the fuck am I doing.
The first world is going to be (ASOIAF) )
YEEEEEEET
"Who the fuck am I?" The ball of glowing light asked itself while looking at the collection of galaxies in front of it.
Thousands of galaxies floated in the void of space; their colors ranged from blue, purple, yellow, red, and more.
"Yo dude, we told you already, we removed the thing that makes you... well, you."
The ball of light looked at the voice and saw a creature made from pure galaxies walking around; it was drinking a beer of some kind and began drinking it.
"Alright, man, so I have my son with me this weekend, so he and I will play catch with you."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, man, we don't have a ball, so I took you from your previous life and removed what made you, you, and now you are a ball."
"Wait, that can't be right."
"Too long don't care YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" The man, made from pure galaxy, threw the light creature.
The ball of light screamed.
For thousands of years, the ball of light knew only one thing, the motion of movement; while a normal man played around, he studied the motion, when they built their careers and raised families, He studied the motion, while normal edge lords studied the blade, he alone studied the motion.
The motion was his life; if someone told you to go left, you ignore them and go forward; if a cute girl wanted to have sex with you, you ignore her and go forward, sex is temporary, but motion is forever.
Motion is not forever; how did the ball of light know? Because after thousands of years, he discovered that the motion was a lie! It lied to him. Because the light of the motion stopped, and he heard a young voice that brought an old and dead memory.
He remembered he was taken and made to be the plaything of a strange creature; it threw him and made him scream for year and year, but finally, he stopped, and he could finally look around, but just as the ball of light gained its sanity back.
"Got it, dad! Nice throw, ok one, two, three! YEEEEEEEEET!"
The ball of light screamed.
For years and years, he traveled the space of time; he gained his sanity and lost it more than he could count. He heard the voice of doom speak four times, two of the adult one and two for the younger ones.
"Nice throw, son, you will be a superstar! Now catch! SUPER YEEEEEEET!" He saw the force of the motion again, but he heard something different this time. "OH shit! I botched it."
The last thing he saw was darkness.
Bran snow rushed inside the farm; he heard his wife screaming while she is in labor. "BRAN, YOU SON OF A SOUTHERN WHORE! BRING ME MY WINE!"
Bran rushed inside of the small room; he and his wife were bringing in their new child to the world; the problem is that they lived in the middle of nowhere, and he was the only one to help her.
He quickly kicked in the door and brought the big jug of wine for his wife. "Here you go, love! Wine is good for you."
His wife took the whole bottle and chugged it like a Baratheon king of old. "FUCK, THAT'S GOOD!" She threw the jug on the wall, and the wall was broken because of how dirt cheap it was.
"ITS COMING, BRAN GET READY!"
At this moment in time, the whole world saw a strange light, and a comet made from the purest energy shot down towards Westeros, and while Bran was looking at his wife, they heard a strange sound. "YEEEEEEEEET!"
From the shock Bran was thrown out of the house, he quickly ran inside again, fearing for his wife, and what he saw shocked him. He saw his wife glowing with a strange color that slowly receded. "The old Gods! Have blessed you, wife! PUSH QUICKLY!"
His wife screamed, and from her belly, a glowing baby emerged, the light slowly faded away, but Bran knew that the old Gods had helped him. Bran raised the babe. "My son! My baby boy!"
His wife finally calmed down. "Give him to me, Bran."
Bran handed her his son. "What shall we name him a wife?"
His wife thought for a moment, then she smiled. "Because of the blessing of the old gods, we should name him for nature."
Bran scratched his beard. "How about Chicken?"
"Don't be daft, Bran."
"Well, Chickens are from nature!"
His wife looked mad. "How about Sky, for our son was blessed from the sky."
When she said the name, little sky raised his hand and gave them a thumbs up. "I think he likes it, fuck it, Sky, it is."
Three years later.
A little boy with a black head of hair was squatting in front of a chicken. "No, you bastard, I could not escape from them; for thousands of years, I studied the motion, and I dare say that I have a Ph.D. in motion now."
The chicken tilted its head in confusion. The little boy stood up and pointed at the chicken in a threatening manner. "You evil mastermind! How dare you! Pudding was never meant to be solid. It was always supposed to be made from air and water!"
In the distance, Bran sighed. "I think it was a curse, not a blessing, wife."
His wife sighed. "I think that we need another son to help around the farm."
Bran stood up and backed away slowly. "Yeah… I will think about it." He ran away.