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High Guardian Spice: Cayenne

🇦🇶DivineDeviance
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I was a writer on High Guardian Spice, but whenever I proposed they change something or add something in the show I was brushed off, and unsurprisingly the show came out a pile of dogshit. I never expected to find myself in my ideal version of High Guardian Spice... as a child freshly sold into slavery. I kinda regret wanting the world to be more dangerous. [___________] Read the auxiliary chapter, it will explain all the changes I made to the story, its like 4K words of changes, so if you skip it don't be surprised when you are reading a story that barely even resembles the source material. Warning, my mc is crass, rude, shameless, swears in every other sentence, and is not afraid to kill anyone, you can put a baby right in front of him, tell him he dies if the baby is still alive in the next ten seconds and you bet your sweet ass that baby will be headless before you can blink. The mc is actually psychotic, if any of these things put you off, leave. Oh! Almost forgot, there will be frequent POV changes when the main story kicks off, the story isn't only about Cayenne, its a general rewrite of the show with Cayenne in it. A generally huge chunk of the story will be centered around other people. If you don't like this, leave and if I see a 1 star review angry about this I will delete that shit. I fucking warned you.
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Chapter 1 - New Life

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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"I fucking told you the story was garbage, and literally every point that watchers made about it being bad, are things I told you to change" a young man shouts over a phone.

"But nooooooo~ because I'm a man nothing I say matters, shouldn't it be the other way around or something?" he continues not letting the person on the other side say even a single word.

"You changed the personalities and dialogue of characters I MADE without permission and now look how you fucked them over!" they decide to let them speak and eventually they do once they realize he's done.

"O-ok look, we were inexpirence-"

"Absolutely NOT, I gave you advice, Samantha gave you advice, Leo gave you advice, SEVEN people tired to help you guys, but you told all of us to fuck off!" he keep ranting, tired of their bullshit.

"You have been writing shit for like 10 years! You wrote like 4 adventure time comics you bitch and those were actually decent, you have no right to say 'we were inexperienced' ."

"You only let us on the team cus we are young and thought we would just go along with whatever you said, FUCK you Kate, and fuck everyone who brushed us off, I fucking quit, I'm not working on season 2, you can fuck that over by yourselves"

He hangs up and all but thrown their phone against a wall, breaking it. But they seemingly pay no attention to it and fall on their bed.

That was his first job as a writer, or specifically a internship and now his resume looks like absolute shit, and he will struggle to find a job after this disaster of a show is on there.

16.

Thats how old he is, and so were his friends, all of which enjoy writing and were scouted to provide help with the show and they agreed to get experience for any future jobs.

'I can already tell Kate is gonna go online and blame the way the show came out on us',

But he already has that covered, they had already written an article documenting everything that went down and we already posted our stories on social media.

'Hopefully this works but at this point I dont care.'

He lays down on his bed and stares at the roof thinking about how the show could of come out, he sigh one last time before dozing off to sleep.

He, however doesn't find himself sleeping for more than 5 seconds before he hears noises that should not be coming from his room, he opens his eyes and finds himself on what seems to be a worn down wooden carriage.

He looks at himself and find smaller than he should be, then he looks at the people around him, who are either wearing well maintained clothes, rags or even stuff right from royalty, but they all have that same dead look in their eyes.

Anyone can tell they were beaten down or threatened, as some have really bad wounds and scars, some are silently crying, and others look like they want to kill themselves.

They are also bound by chains, and he find is too, he decides not to make any type of noise, just incase and takes in the area the carriage is going through.

A simple dark forest

There also seems to be some sort of horse with dear antlers pulling the carriage, and humans walking with it holding weapons and weird staffs, their faces are also covered.

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All this leads me to think, I've transmigrated as a slave, and going from my neat clothes, I was recently sold by my caretakers or captured by force, and sadly I didnt get any memories to tell me which, and what type of world this is.

And strangely enough I am very calm about this. I also finally acknowledge the weird coloration of peoples features, Red, Blue, Cyan, Purple, any color you can think of, its a hair or eye color.

But that's the least of my problems, but as I cant do anything while bound nor do I think panicking will benefit me, I guess all I can do is wait for an opportunity to escape.

So I huddle up in the corner and make myself as small as possible and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And I wait before the carriage comes to a stop, and now its extremely late. I lift my head up and look around, and notice we are right in front of a cave which confuses me.

But I dont have time to ponder as one of the many masked figures walks up to the back and yanks our interconnected chains waking up any who were sleeping and brining those in a daze back to reality.

"Get up you pieces of shit!" I put on a straight face and try to hide any emotion possible, I dont want them to think a child isn't even fazed by this, but I cant fake sadness, so I'll just make it look like I lost the will to live.

I stand to my feet, and I confirm I am way younger than I should be, going off my height I am probably around 12, but I pay that no mind as others rise to their feat and one by one we climb off the carriage.

We are then lead into the cave in a straight line and before we can react hundreds of people inside the cave surround us and begin using some sort of magic, as floating circular runes filled with patterns materialize and glow.

And before long a giant version of that rune appears beneath our feet before a blinding flash of light hits me, before I and all the rest of the chained people find ourselves in a very dark room, with a small crack through what I think is a curtain leading to what looks like a stage in front of people.

"...I'm being auctioned arent I?"

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!

Anyway.

These first few chapters were written before that whole 'Italic=thoughts, normal=description' was introduced by myself, so instead of writing the story around those rules, the rules were applied after where possible.