Yaxoc groggily opened his eyes, noticing a strange device resting on the table next to him. He picked it up, examining its unfamiliar design.
"What the hell is this?" he muttered.
Yaxocara leaned against the doorframe, already wide awake. "Ah, you're finally up," she said casually. "That principal dude, Jared, dropped it off. Said it's an inter-universal device scanner."
Yaxoc squinted at the device. "What for?"
Yaxocara shrugged, then grabbed a nearby tin pot and plopped it onto her head like a makeshift helmet. "Apparently, it's for scanning variants. You know, people from alternative universes. Think of it as a glorified 'Who's that Pokémon?' scanner."
"Great. Another thing to deal with," Yaxoc groaned as he got out of bed. He reached for his own tin pot and placed it on his head. "Alright, let's find this variant and get this over with."
The duo left the room and wandered into the living area.
Marcus was sprawled on the couch, engrossed in a random show on TV.
Yaxoc yawned. "Hey, Marcus..."
Marcus turned, raising his mug in greeting. "Oh, morning, Yaxoc. Slept well?"
"Like a rock. Where's Luna and Moonlight?" Yaxoc asked, rubbing his eyes.
Marcus took a sip of his coffee. "Luna's out training—same as always—and Moonlight went to patrol for any enemies. You want some coffee?"
Yaxoc made a face. "Nah, I hate coffee."
Marcus shrugged. "Your loss. What about you, Yaxocara?"
Yaxocara crossed her arms. "Pass."
Marcus sighed, shaking his head. "Of course. You two really are cut from the same cloth. No coffee, no sense of fun."
Yaxocara raised a brow. "No ####, Sherlock. We're variants."
"Alright, alright. No need to get snippy," Marcus said with a smirk. "Anyway, there's some news you'll want to hear. Word is, there's someone running around who looks exactly like you, Yaxoc—but, you know, creepier and darker."
Yaxoc and Yaxocara exchanged a glance, their expressions hardening.
"Looks like we've got our first variant," Yaxocara said, a sly grin forming.
"Guess so," Yaxoc replied, already heading for the door.
Without another word, the two left the house, walking side by side, ready for whatever—or whoever—came next.
The ground trembled violently, and a deafening explosion echoed from miles away.
"Over there!" Yaxocara shouted, her voice sharp with urgency as she sprinted towards the source of destruction.
"HEY! WAIT FOR ME!" Yaxoc yelled, struggling to keep up as he bolted after her.
"We have to stop that thing before it levels everything!" Yaxocara called back, her grip tightening on her blade as they closed the distance.
"But their goal is to capture us, not destroy the whole place—including that damn academy!" Yaxoc argued, pulling out his own blade mid-stride.
"And how exactly do you know that?!" Yaxocara snapped, glancing over her shoulder.
"I DON'T KNOW! It's just a guess, alright?!" Yaxoc shouted, clearly exasperated but determined.
As they reached the scene, their steps slowed, and their eyes widened in shock. The variant stood amid the chaos, towering over the wreckage.
This Yaxoc variant had wild white hair styled identically to Yaxoc's, but his presence was far darker. He wore a black combat suit, his burnt tin pot askew on his head, and in his hand was a massive, ominous scythe that crackled with raw energy.
Yaxocara raised the scanner Jared had given them, watching the screen flicker to life. "This variant is Yaxoc from universe 912HDVT," she announced. "Codename: Dark Yaxoc."
Yaxoc's grip on his blade tightened. "Do you have any stats on him? Power level? Magic type?"
"Yeah," Yaxocara replied grimly. "He's using a forbidden magic called Chaos. It's derived from illegal substances that amplify his abilities. His power level alone is catastrophic—he could level continents without breaking a sweat. If he goes all out, he could destroy an entire moon."
Yaxoc blinked, the weight of her words settling in. "Oh... damn. This guy makes Yurgion look like a toddler throwing a tantrum."
Dark Yaxoc turned his head toward them, his crimson eyes locking onto theirs. He smiled—a chilling, predatory grin. "So, my weaker self finally decided to show up."
Yaxocara clenched her jaw. "This is bad. Really bad."
"Yeah," Yaxoc muttered, raising his blade. "But we've handled bad before."
"Not this bad," Yaxocara said, gripping her weapon tighter. "He's not just powerful—he's a walking apocalypse."
Dark Yaxoc chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the crumbling ruins. "Are you two done chatting? I've got a schedule to keep." He raised his scythe, black and red energy swirling around it menacingly.
"Great," Yaxoc muttered. "Another lunatic with a god complex."
"Yeah," Yaxocara replied, stepping into a fighting stance. "But this one's carrying a weapon of mass destruction."
"Let's hope we're enough to stop it."
The battle was inevitable.
The ground trembled violently, and a deafening explosion echoed from miles away.
"Over there!" Yaxocara shouted, her voice sharp with urgency as she sprinted towards the source of destruction.
"HEY! WAIT FOR ME!" Yaxoc yelled, struggling to keep up as he bolted after her.
"We have to stop that thing before it levels everything!" Yaxocara called back, her grip tightening on her blade as they closed the distance.
"But their goal is to capture us, not destroy the whole place—including that damn academy!" Yaxoc argued, pulling out his own blade mid-stride.
"And how exactly do you know that?!" Yaxocara snapped, glancing over her shoulder.
"I DON'T KNOW! It's just a guess, alright?!" Yaxoc shouted, clearly exasperated but determined.
As they reached the scene, their steps slowed, and their eyes widened in shock. The variant stood amid the chaos, towering over the wreckage.
This Yaxoc variant had wild white hair styled identically to Yaxoc's, but his presence was far darker. He wore a black combat suit, his burnt tin pot askew on his head, and in his hand was a massive, ominous scythe that crackled with raw energy.
Yaxocara raised the scanner Jared had given them, watching the screen flicker to life. "This variant is Yaxoc from universe 912HDVT," she announced. "Codename: Dark Yaxoc."
Yaxoc's grip on his blade tightened. "Do you have any stats on him? Power level? Magic type?"
"Yeah," Yaxocara replied grimly. "He's using a forbidden magic called Chaos. It's derived from illegal substances that amplify his abilities. His power level alone is catastrophic—he could level continents without breaking a sweat. If he goes all out, he could destroy an entire moon."
Yaxoc blinked, the weight of her words settling in. "Oh... damn. This guy makes Yurgion look like a toddler throwing a tantrum."
Dark Yaxoc turned his head toward them, his crimson eyes locking onto theirs. He smiled—a chilling, predatory grin. "So, my weaker self finally decided to show up."
Yaxocara clenched her jaw. "This is bad. Really bad."
"Yeah," Yaxoc muttered, raising his blade. "But we've handled bad before."
"Not this bad," Yaxocara said, gripping her weapon tighter. "He's not just powerful—he's a walking apocalypse."
Dark Yaxoc chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the crumbling ruins. "Are you two done chatting? I've got a schedule to keep." He raised his scythe, black and red energy swirling around it menacingly.
"Great," Yaxoc muttered. "Another lunatic with a god complex."
"Yeah," Yaxocara replied, stepping into a fighting stance. "But this one's carrying a weapon of mass destruction."
"Let's hope we're enough to stop it."
The battle was inevitable.
The battle began with Yaxoc dashing straight toward his variant.
"I'll beat you so hard you'll be seeing light above your head!" Yaxoc bellowed, unleashing a flurry of precise slashes with his blade.
Dark Yaxoc smirked, effortlessly spinning his scythe to block each strike. "How adorable," he sneered. "You truly think you can stop me? You're just as delusional as the rest of them."
With a swift motion, Dark Yaxoc countered, slashing at Yaxoc five times with the deadly arc of his scythe.
Yaxoc, narrowly evading the attacks, leaped back and activated his magic. "Artificial Magic: Cyclone Hit!" he shouted, swinging his blade with force. A spiraling wind erupted, pushing Dark Yaxoc back as violent gusts tore through the area.
Dark Yaxoc stumbled slightly, bracing himself against the onslaught. His grin widened as he resisted the winds. "Cyclone?" he mocked. "A lesser imitation of a hurricane. How quaint." His eyes gleamed with malice. "Is that all you've got, savior?"
Yaxoc's grip on his blade tightened. "This guy's insane..."
Dark Yaxoc's voice grew darker. "You're no different from the rest—pointless, pathetic, disposable." He raised his scythe, and an ominous energy began to swirl around him. "Allow me to show you the true depths of Chaos."
Yaxoc's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh no...!"
Dark Yaxoc's grin twisted into something monstrous. "Chaos Magic: Destructo of Hunger!"
The ground erupted violently as the spell took hold. Lava spewed from cracks in the earth, and tremors shook the continent with terrifying force. Massive chunks of rock shot skyward, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
Yaxoc tried to dodge, but a massive boulder struck him with devastating force, sending him sprawling to the ground. "ARGH!"
"Yaxoc!" Yaxocara screamed, her gaze snapping to her fallen companion. Rage ignited in her eyes as she turned to Dark Yaxoc. "You piece of garbage! I'm going to make you regret that!"
Without hesitation, Yaxocara lunged at Dark Yaxoc, her blade glowing with artificial magic as their clash began. Both combatants teleported rapidly, their battle spanning across the ruined landscape in a blur of strikes and counters.
Dark Yaxoc, unbothered, dodged her attacks with eerie precision. "Pathetic," he scoffed. "Your so-called strength is nothing more than an act. You're trying so hard to look tough, but deep down, you're just as weak as the others who judged me for being different."
Yaxocara gritted her teeth, swinging her blade with fury, but Dark Yaxoc caught her arm mid-strike. His smirk returned, colder than ever. "You're nothing but a toy to me, something to break when I'm bored."
With a sudden, devastating punch to her gut, Dark Yaxoc unleashed a wave of shockwaves that shook the very air around them. Yaxocara's body was hurled through multiple buildings, each crash leaving trails of debris and dust in her wake.
She groaned in pain, coughing as she struggled to her feet. Dark Yaxoc stood amidst the chaos, his scythe resting lazily on his shoulder. His crimson eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "Come now," he mocked. "I thought you were going to make me regret something?"
Yaxocara wiped the blood from her lip, her glare sharpening. "I'm not done yet, you bastard."
Dark Yaxoc suddenly froze, sensing something behind him. He quickly turned, only to find Yaxoc standing there, his artificial magic pulsating around him like a storm.
"You've made one fatal mistake," Yaxoc said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Dark Yaxoc's eyes widened in panic. His body wouldn't respond. "What's happening?! Why... why can't I move?!" he thought, struggling against the invisible force.
Yaxoc let out a small sigh, his gaze softening but remaining firm. "I can tell you've been judged by people. I get it. I really do." His tone grew reflective as he continued, pacing slightly. "Judgment is something you have to face every day. I don't know how things worked in your world, but it's clear you've got a pretty dark past." He smirked slightly, finishing with a pun.
Dark Yaxoc glared at him, but the helplessness in his eyes betrayed his frustration.
Raising his palm, Yaxoc spoke with more conviction. "The truth is, judgment never leaves us. People expect you to be... normal. But what does that even mean? The truth is, no one's truly normal. We're all just... us. But not everyone sees it that way. To some, you'll always be an outlier."
Dark Yaxoc's expression faltered as Yaxoc's words hit closer to home than he expected.
"Chaos magic might be powerful," Yaxoc continued, his voice firm. "But using it for destruction? Fueling it with illegal substances? You've lost your way. Whatever happened to you, I know it's hard. But spreading fear and destruction? That won't fix what's broken. It's time to let it go. It's over, Dark Yaxoc."
Dark Yaxoc's eyes widened further as he felt a surge of energy building within Yaxoc's hand. A faint, glowing purple orb began to form.
"What is this?" Dark Yaxoc thought, panic setting in.
Yaxoc's voice dropped, calm but resolute. "Imagination Magic: PURPLE."
The orb erupted from Yaxoc's palm, a swirling force of destruction that surged toward Dark Yaxoc. The explosion that followed was massive, a radiant burst that consumed Dark Yaxoc entirely.
As the dust settled, the world around them began to shift. The continent that had been ravaged by the battle slowly regenerated, the damage undone by the lingering effects of Yaxoc's magic.
Yaxocara stood nearby, staring in awe at the scene. Her gaze turned to Yaxoc, filled with both curiosity and shock. "Yaxoc... your magic. What was that?"
Yaxoc stared at his hands, the faint remnants of the purple glow still visible. He gave a small, sheepish shrug. "I don't know. It's like I felt... I don't know... like I was Gojo or something."
Yaxocara's expression shifted into a deadpan glare. "Seriously?" She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You seriously think you're Gojo? What a weeb."
Yaxoc chuckled awkwardly. "Hey, just saying..."
Yaxocara shook her head, already walking away. "Come on, let's head back to the house before you start quoting anime or something."
"Yeah, let's go," Yaxoc said, following her with a grin, the weight of their victory settling in.