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Chamber was never a religious man—he's much too aware that turning to God would bring no comfort for someone like him, nor did he really care about the potential existence of a greater power.
Maybe that's why he's so shocked to the point of freezing before the sight.
A beautiful young man with luxurious blonde locks, bangs styled peculiarly into three little donuts atop of his forehead and the rest of his mane cascades over his shoulder. Although it's been a long while, Chamber recognises that look from the texts he used to read as a boy. He gulps loudly, processing the information.
In front of Vincent Fabron stands Giorno Giovanna, Don of Passione, Jesus of Yaoi and the messenger of God.
Before Chamber could even question why, Giorno begins to speak.
"Vincent Claire Obsure Faguétte Fabron," Giorno says calmly, but his voices pierces Chamber's eardrums and echoes within his skull, "What do you plead?"
?????What is this about? If it's about Everett-Linde, then he admit he has lament, but no regret for what he did. It was simply what needed to be done.
"What is the charge?" Chamber questions, staying uptight to keep up his appearance. Chamber thinks about to all the things that he's done since his hands had been first stained, and reaches the same conclusion as Everett-Linde—no regrets.
Giorno's expression remains calm, but a small twitch in his brow indicates his frustration, "You've been charged with being a manslut, and the despicable sin of all—" Giorno raises his voice and Chamber flinches, "You've upset the Greater Will of our world."
Okay, he will accept the manslut charge considering his multiple situationships with the men in the Legion, as well as his newly developed relationship with Viper, but the Greater what????? What does that have to do with it????
Though before Chamber could question any further, a figure appears from behind Giorno and Chamber's blood runs cold.
"Gold Experience Requiem," Giorno commands the figure, "Send this Fr*nchie to where he belongs."
With that, Chamber is sent falling through the surface where he stood, and as he cries out, he catches one last glimpse of Giorno striking a menacing pose and muttering to himself.
"You will never reach the truth," Is the last thing that Chamber hears.
It's dark.
Chamber opens his eyes and finds himself in the middle of nowhere. There is an empty road beside him and the dim moonlight allows him to gather the nature that surrounds him. He must be in a national park of some sort.
Just as Chamber begins to collect himself, a pair of headlights appear from the distance. The engine revs louder as it gets closer with no intention of stopping—and it's coming straight for Chamber.
Without a second thought, Chamber screeches and starts running for his life.
Panicked, Chamber looks back to see what the fuck is wrong with the driver, but what he sees sends even more confusion and fear in him. What the fuck is he seeing? A pair of large, furry hands gripping the steering wheel, and that face—Chamber isn't even sure if that's human. Because why does the driver have the face and horns of a goat, but also a glorious blonde beard and a receding hairline???
"Pulverise this fuck, with my Bergentruuuck," The driver belts so loud, Chamber can even hear him through his panting. The truck gets closer and closer as Chamber flees futilely. He can't outrun this vehicle going 100m/h.
Chamber screams as the truck crashes into him.
Chamber wakes up, panting. Wasn't he just ran over by a car??? The sensation of it was much too real and Chamber scrambles to locate any evidence of that occurring to his body, and to his surprise—nothing. No injuries, no body parts out of place—
Wait. Chamber looks down to his attire. His usual waistcoat and shirt is gone, instead, they are replaced by robes that look all too familiar.
Sage's robes.
????????Why is he in Sage's clothes? But before he can question any further, Sage's radiance begins to gather at his fingertips.
What in the actual fuck is happening.
Chamber turns to the side and is greeted by Viper's corpse. The sight immediately sinks his stomach to the floor and his instinct—Sage's instinct takes over and starts funnelling radiance into her body exactly the way Sage does when she revives people.
Except there is pain—so much pain. Chamber's brain, or any living being's brain wasn't made to handle this much pain. It's as if someone had poured molten sugar onto his skin and pepper-sprayed him right after. As if he is being skinned alive with a rusty knife while being inside an iron maiden. As if watching your favourite character getting a character assassination so that she can be forced into a relationship that makes little sense. The pain engulfs him and all Chamber can do is scream.
After god knows how long, the pain leaves, and is replaced with an overwhelming sense of weakness. Chamber feels a dying flame within him has just been snuffed out for good. He collapses on the floor, and the world drifts away.
He wakes up again as if nothing had happened. But a sheet of cold sweat has already covered him from head to toe. Is this his sentence? Chamber quickly scours the environment, and it seems he's inside a restaurant this time. How many times is he going to die???? How many times must he suffer the process of death, until he is finally given a way out of this never-ending nightmare?
"Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!”
And then Chamber is tackled by three or four boys with masks and significantly larger than him. They drag Chamber, who resists but to no avail, to a stage where two large animatronics stand—one akin to a rabbit, and the other a bear—which Chamber could only assume to be Fredbear.
The kids break into laughter as Chamber struggles against them. The tallest boy wearing a red fox mask gestures to the rest of the group, and they throw Chamber right into Fredbear's gaping jaws. The cool metal against his tear-stained face sends a shiver down his spine.
Chamber lets out one last desperate cry before Fredbear's jaws come down and crushes his skull.
Somewhere far, far away, a little Chinese dog awakes from his slumber. He gives his pressed fur a good shake and scratches the back of his ear with his paw, then, he lets down a long sigh and in a voice that could only belong to a supreme being:
"The balance has been restored…"