A/N: I'm going to write this without to much context of the Waifu Catalog, as if you want heavily detailed information just google "Waifu Catalog" to read more in-depth on the system. Also, Spoilers for dead space remake! watch a playthrough or enjoy the game before reading this if you care.
My mind wandered as I looked over schematics of the USG Ishimura from my personal communication link. The holographic screen, something that left me still mesmerized even after the last hour of using it, shook abruptly as turbulence during our warp jump started to induce vertigo. Feeling my stomach start to flip as I continued to study all I could, before having to give up and turned off the screen to steady myself. During this moment I let what had happened to me flow through my mind, making me shake with rage at what kind of shit show I'd let myself fall into. I was in Dead Space, that fucker dropped me into Dead Space! not only that but in the place of Isaac Clark himself just as a real fuck you to me.
Taking a breath, I dragged a hand though my hair, leaving a few black locks to sway across my vision. Seeing them drove my mind off the imminent danger I was about to be in, as I pulled up another holographic screen when the shaking stopped. This one showed the "Wifu Catalog" system I was now a part of, and everything that came with it. Gazing at It once again and its structured emphasis on sex made it clear that it was designed to create pornographic win fantasies come true. From the "make yourself natural talented at sex and turning people on" lures, to "controlling said people and making them subservient" binding options. Well, it wasn't hard to wrap your head around why the asshat who fucked me over would be chosen to become a contractor for this fucking company.
Still, that douche nozzle didn't lie about saving me as I looked down at my engineering armored self and felt the perfectly sculpted body underneath. Looking back to the screen showed me the selected talent that saved me. It was called "Body Tune Up" and was one of the cheapest things to buy funnily enough. It was the miracle I needed to live, hopefully though this coming hell, and it cost no more than 5 points out of the 1545 points I should of gotten from being forced to select Dead Space. Barely a dent in the massive number of points, and a likely afterthought for most when selecting a world like mine. Of course, to me though, who was swindled of all his free points and had no more than 35 of them to his name? Well, it was simply a necessary cost to say the least.
My other necessary cost was 10 points for martial talent and 5, mark down to 3 thank God, points for Stress defense. The first to help speed train my ass on using the tools I so hoped would be lying around like in the game, and the second to help stop myself from breaking down when I woke up in this soon to be sinking spaceship headed for the Ishimura. With those bought and tucked away I looked at the final purchase I grabbed, Mental defense. It's first tier purchase giving me a solid resistance to the hidden threat of this universe...Marker Dementia. The subtle influence the marker has that turns you into a bat shit crazy lunatic, that is ready for Neromodification after you likely off yourself in an insane rage.
Unfortunately, it was too rich for my wallet to buy outright, causing me to skim every section of the Catalog system to find some way of cutting costs or gaining points. Thankfully I found such a thing by willingly, and gratefully, sacrificing my free "make a slave" stamp the company gave to me for free. With it I got an additional twenty points to buy the upgrade, thus Leaving me just seven points left in my account. This I dumped into a pocket space upgrade that gave me a backyard shed amount of storage space. Now down to nothing more than two points in change I nodded as this was the best start I could see. I'm sure I fucked up and missed some amazing purchase, but I didn't have much time, and I was in a panic. It wouldn't matter that much given the simple, achievement hunter, mission I picked up to earn points.
Still, I think it was a good buy given I felt more prepared and even extremely clear-headed in a way I didn't even know I wanted to be. It seemed being in Isaacs's shoes meant I also got the same backstory, and subsequent trauma and possible brainwashing from his marker loving parents. It was no wonder that he went full bat-shit crazy on this mission, as he was nearly at the tipping point to begin with. Frowning I shook my head and closed the screen and watched the warped space from the tempered windshield of the ship.
"Scott, are you okay?" Daniels, the computers technician, asked as she passed by me to the front of the ship. I nodded as I zeroed in on the next hours of mayhem, I was going to have to slaughter my way through to survive. "Is this about Nichole?" she asked while putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded my head and looked up at her. It wasn't a strange question to ask given how this version of me requested the mission to see my "Wife" Nichole, still delusional from seeing her end her life before she went insane on the ship.
I wasn't that Scott though, and as such wasn't going to be looking for her in the first place. She was dead, and that was a finality I was going to keep even if my new system could bring her back. Still, it would be better to keep the story of why I was here for now, and as such smiled at Daniels. "Yeah, six months of nothing but video calls have been rough. I said something that really hurt her on our last vid call, something that I hope I can take back face to face."
"Shit, well I hope you can work things out" Daniels said solemnly before walking to the front of the ship with the others you had signed up for the mission. Hammond, team lead, Johnston, our pilot, and then Chen, our security specialist for our stay on the Ishimura. All dead at the end and there wasn't much of a way to stop that from happening. Even with my knowledge of the game plot would do nothing to save them given how quickly they all die. I'd love to say stop, don't board, death is all that awaits us, but it would fall on deaf ear as Hammond wouldn't believe it for a second.
I looked at Daniels back and knew that she would believe me, only because of her true mission. But she would just defuse the situation and get us on the ship to complete said mission. No, better to play the delusional fool and survive to get points. More dangerous for sure than just bum rushing to the spare ship as fast as I can, but better to get the hell out of this universe than to stay in it.
"Eta?" Hammond asked Johnston.
"Were breaching now sir," she answered with the warp drive slowing down in the background. We breached hyper-space soon enough, and I found myself staring at ripped up planet, with the goliath of a ship visible as the cause. Closing my eyes one last time I took a breath and preemptively put on my helmet. It was going to be a rather bumpy ride soon enough.
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-An hour prior to docking of Kellion to the Ishimura-
Pain racked my body as I was thrown through the portal and slammed into a metallic wall on the other side. My body was bruised and bloody, but not out of the fight just yet as I sluggishly climbed back to my feet to stared daggers through the portal that held one of the fuckers I was going to kill. She gazed at me with rage while covering her wounded left eye. It made me smirk at her while spinning my hunting knife around. "Come on Bitch, let's finish this" I said holding in the gasp of pain that came from my ribs from talking.
"Fight you? Don't make me laugh" The bitch said as her rage shifted to a sinister smile as she dropped her hand from her face. I had gotten her eye with my knife and could see the bleeding wound and fucked appendage, telling me killing her was a possibility. Until it started to heal rapidly from some sort of magic. It made me flinch in a way that made her smile even brighter as she started to laugh. "Yeah, you really thought you could fucking kill me didn't you! No, you got Lucky you country bumpkin bitch, and now you're going to fucking suffer."
"Then fucking come and make me suffer" I shouted in rage as I got ready to die fighting on my feet. She laughed again and shook her head.
"I've beaten you into the ground enough, no, you can just go die in this hell hole while I enjoy my spoils of conquest." She spoke.
"Mistress Becca" came a voice behind her. I recognized the voice and shifted my gaze to see her black-haired butler's snobbish face. He looked human, but given his naturally relaxed posture in hell, I just knew he was a demon in disguise. I'd say he belonged to the pride ring given his attitude, but I could be wrong. The bitch Becca turned to looked over to him with a smile of blatant lust.
"Yes Sebastian?" she cooed.
"Didn't Lord Shadow master request to bring her to him" Sebastian said with a smile that seemed self-assured. It made me grip my knife tighter as he was the reason I was beaten like this. The bitch wasn't wrong to say I got lucky with that hit against her, when this pricks back was turned.
Becca snorted while waving her hand in the negative. "Fuck that, if he want's some Demonic fetishized fuck toy, he can just pick another one in this world or make do with the hellhound and owls he already has. Still can't believe he made us slum through this place for his sick little fantasies." Shaking her head she looked back at me with a perfectly healed face and disinterest now. "No, she fucked with me and deserves a horrible end on a sinking ship, while I'm going to talk to the group into head to DxD next. If Eric gets his weird wants, then I'm getting me some more hot anime demon boys like a lady of class." With that she snapped her fingers, and the portal closed, leaving me breathing hard and starting to shake.
With exhaustion I sunk to the ground, my knife clanged off its metallic surface as I let it fall from my hand. I felt myself start to tear up as I let everything that had happened come out of me as my adrenaline started to wane. I knew hell was never fair, but given what had happened? That wasn't just unfair… it was a nightmare come to life. With guttural shaking gasps I let my tears fall to the ground as I held myself and tried not to think about what I had lost. Ma and pa, my sister, my home! Everything was just gone and apparently it was all because of me! Why? What did I do to deserve this? None of it made any sense!
Rubbing my eyes with my bruised arms I wiped away the tears that blocked my vison as I calmed myself back down. Ma and Pa wouldn't tolerate crying when there was a bitch that needed her neck slit. Rising to my feet I winced at my broken ribs but steadied myself as I looked around my surroundings. It looks like some futuristic janitorial supply closet given the lockers and shelf of cleaning equipment. Nodding at my luck I shuffled around the room to scrounge for what I could use to do a patch job on my bleeding wounds.
I got lucky and came up with some unused rags, glue, and a bottle of half downed hooch. No duct tape though so I ripped up a pair of overalls in one of the lockers instead. With a sigh I popped the bottle of booze and downed a mouthful before biting the leather handle of my knife and poring it over the deepest cuts. I hissed in pain as everything went spotty for a second as the alcohol burned. Shaking away the daze from the pain I took the rags and cleaned up the blood, before glueing the wounds close. I took the extra rags I had and ripped up overalls and added some extra padding and pressure with some makeshift bandage.
With that done I finished off the bottle of booze and gripped my knife while walking up to the door of the room. When I did, I was given a holographic pop up that had the word open. I touched it with my hand and the door opened. Looking out I found an empty hallway and exited as quietly as I could while still nursing my ribs. "Sinking ship hmm?" I mumbled to myself as my shoes clinked against the metal floor. "Didn't realize she meant spaceship" I continued to mumble out.
In most context I'd be fucking ecstatic to experience something as fucking cool as being on a spaceship, but something set my skin crawling as I walked down the hallway. "Calm down, you're a hell assassin, you've killed things bigger and uglier than some space alien-" I started to say to myself when a found something step around the bend. If I had to describe it, I would say "goreific" fit the bill as a blood seeping, human looking flesh monster stared at me with dead eyes. It's two blade like shoulder arms twitched and shifted like a bug as we both just look at each other for a solid thirty seconds. Then it let out a horrendous blood curdling scream as it charged at me.
I didn't flinch as the run and simply took a breath before shifting my stance for a fight. "Like I said, I've fucking killed Worse" I growled out and leapt when it leapt at me.