1 Arc 1-1: The Beginning

Finding myself in what appeared to be a field of grass surrounded by stone statues is the type of meddling that shouldn't even exist. I'd been here for about fifteen minutes and I still think I'm in a mix between shock and utter numbness.

Getting here, I couldn't remember. Teleportation might be the cause of seeing how I don't remember dying, but it's only a guess. Scratch that, the only reason why'd I ever expect such things is because of the internet and lack of knowledge.

However, I can say I'm lucky that theses stone statues are familiar. They all look like heroes from the past, memorialized in stone. Fate series I think its called, why are some of the servants from Fate grand order is here?

It took finding a recognizable face to wrap my head around where I was. His face might be rock, but there was no mistaking Cu Chulainn, a 3 Star-Servant of the Lancer Class.

I think when I spotted the statue I instantly dismissed it out of denial. Then I read the rectangular plaque at his feet.

In gold letters on a black background it read:

{Cu Chulainn; Lancer}

I found myself walking away from the Irish hero to investigate other FGO characters. There were thousands of statues, each having a plaque with their name and class.

Though I can't help but feel alarmed and suspicious at the small number of characters, I may not be a firm fan of this franchise but even I know that there are hundreds of renowned characters out there, but based from what I gathered, they barely seem to reach a hundred.

They were all placed randomly on the grass. Some at odd angles and none were in a row. Classes were everywhere with no reason as to why. Maybe if I had a Quartz & ticket I could get who I wanted, but my hands and pockets were empty. Jokes asides.

After walking for a bit I noticed something odd. There was a plaque sure enough, but its statue was gone. I jogged over to it to read who was missing.

{Gilgamesh; Archer}

Well, that didn't come to a surprise. The King of Heroes was an overpowered asshole that even Kid Gil hated. He was so much of a jerk even the kid version of himself couldn't stand what he'd become in life. Then again, I suppose I'm just biased because of my shitty luck.

I continued to wonder, leaving behind Gil's missing spot. Among the Servants, I knew of I found Berserkalot, Alexander the Great as Rider, and just a few others I found familiar at my former rooster, some I recognised and some I don't.

But then there was Saber's spot. Like Gilgamesh, the statue was missing.

There was something I was missing. Why would these two be gone? Being Over Powered started to seem like the wrong idea. Miss King of Knights was strong, being an iconic figure and 5-star servant, and had one hell of a Noble Phantasm animated.

But she's not that OP! She's too vanilla and I can find a far better character to choose.

I crouched down, running my finger along with her name when I noticed the grass in front of where I stood. It was pressed down like someone had been standing there recently.

Was there someone here before me? And if so, why was the statue gone?

Fuck.

That's... that's bad, I've seen enough movies and shit to connect the dots, and the conclusion inside my head and it's anything but safety and comforting.

Then it clicked.

I stood up and booked it to where I knew my favourite Servant stood.

I may not be an avid fan, but even I know the tidbits of information regarding the series I formerly played.

In Type-Moon, Mages can summon Servants. Or they can become Servants like in Fate Kaleid. In either case, all Fate Servants are chosen to battle one another.

The thought came to as I continued the idea that for whatever reason I'm now a part of some war.

Is very scary. Assuming that I'll be fighting on the likes of Gilgamesh and Artoria, an archer and sabre, then I need something that could equally deliver substantial damage against the five other servants while surviving the onslaught of flying swords and magical nuke.

It doesn't matter how the Servant manifests,

It doesn't matter which war I find myself in.

Fuck, it doesn't even come up on my radar that I've been Second Magic Fucked Sideways into this.

What I need now it gets my favourite insurance Servant before someone else does!

I see him right away. I didn't even need to read the plaque. His name was Hercules of the Berserker Class, and he was by far one of the strongest Servant of the FGO after and before his update.

I grabbed onto his hand, not knowing what would happen, only knowing that he was mine and then comes...

Disorientation.

All of the sudden and out of nowhere, a peculiar emergence of a kaleidoscopic jumble of sensations hit me.

Once the avalanche of perceptions was broken down into inputs of sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch, they became recognizable. The feeling of the hard, wet ground below. The sound of rushing water. The smell of damp and rot. The taste of cotton and coppery blood. Darkness perceives by my eyes.

A flash of light. A feeling of power and primalknowledge. Then I found myself at the gaps of two buildings that seen better days.

For a brief moment, I noticed my hair was long and wild, I was half-naked and carrying a gigantic axe-sword.



Then new knowledge came. From Fighting, surviving, HGW, everything I saw him do in the game and anime.

From the lost belts to the three routes of Fuyuki Holy-grail war. So many possibilities. Hell, even one to switch between Herc's gigantic body and my original above average-tan one. Fuck, that means I couldn't pinpoint enemies if they were under the guise of mundane civilians.

I immediately changed my form and my body briefly flashed, checking over my clothing and seeing that wore a plain black T-shirt under the white hoody & ruffled cargo pants puts a small in my face as I casually walked out of the alleyway.

As I walk within this path.

I couldn't help but ponder my peculiar situation.

I was at my first ascension or rather... one that I've manifested in Fuyuki, that much is obvious.

...this can't be real... but my situation says otherwise, and now... forced at the possibility of seven-way Death battle, I could do nothing but evaluate my situation and plan for my future.

Firstly, powers.

I seem to have the same power-set to my Game and anime counterparts along with their parameters, I'm a Servant by nature-- yet I don't need the help of Holy grail to anchor me into the "Real world".

Secondly, where am I?

Base on the surrounding alleyway, the walls seemed old and they're... disgusting for the lack of a better word, I'm obviously within the unsavoury parts of this city. According to the trash littering around me, I could haphazardly conclude that I'm onto the modern era-- and somewhere in Japan at that, base on the dirty bento and miscellaneous around me.

Third, Enemies.

And Oooooh boy are they overpowered, forget [Castle of Snow], [God-hand] & [12 labours] Etcetera. Gilgamesh alone or Arturia's bullshit sword & plot armour could annihilate me.

According to the memories -

--which doesn't seem to affect me immensely, other than that sweet mental fortitude for some reason--

-I have a good chance of defeating them by surprise and so long it's a 1v1 physical combat, I could overwhelm possibly them but...

Assuming we were at the same predicament, that means there's a good chance I'll be fighting an Alternate Arturia, or Salter, She whose the saltiest of them all.

Charming.

As if that wasn't enough, the fact that they were few steps ahead of me meant that they have the advantage regarding logistics and a possible partnership.

If only they were heavily influenced by their Servant's mindset then the scenario would be different.

But since its likely, there's someone behind them meant that any hopes to increase my chances of winning and surviving is a mote point.

That at also means my knowledge regarding their weaknesses and characteristics has been greatly altered, and... fuck...

Fuck fuck fucking fuckity fuck god damn---

Calm down.​

Following HGW standard rules, there four more foes to consider and they could pick whoever they want. There could be another Berserker or a pack of mages for all I know, that place has an abundance of choices that could rig the game, and anonymity is my only advantage against them.

But so are they, except Gilgamesh and Arturia.

Jesus.​

My fear of death and bolstered confidence might be somewhat influenced by Hercules-but that doesn't mean I've lost my mind and body.

I have my persona, goals and mindset- even with the slight alteration of Hercules.

So, a million-dollar question time? What do

I want to do?

Do I want to save the world?

Do I want to be a Servant?

Do I want to avoid this and let the next years go to the flow and just die happy?

Do I want to fight?

Do I want to survive?

Do I want a family and a normal life?

Would I rather die happy Or die right?

Truthfully? Yes.

That's not a fandom joke.

I have a life now, a second chance to pursue a proper fucking life. Not dropped into a vacuum rootless, or going through the motions, but living. And the end of it all, boiled down with all the pithy little justifications strained off one answer sits in the bottom of the pot staring back at me. The reason for my reluctance.

Because inside me, the Real me.

Is that I'm scared.

Scared of dying. Scared of failing. Scared of Gilgamesh. Scared of Arturia. Scared of Mental scarring. Scared of fucking it all up. Scared of watching every little thing could wash away in the mud again like in the past.

Just. Fucking scared of it all.

Scared that when I see that last golden light in the morning sky my final thought will be 'I'm so sorry I didn't...."

No matter what I do, something I want to keep goes away. No matter what, I'll regret something.

It's a cynical and pessimistic view, but it's one that I believe and back my facts.

Alright. So, I took a breath and decided to stake it all on chance. A single dollar coin would decide my life. Whatever the coin told me, I'd do. It took just one flip to tell me what I wanted, and I didn't even have to look at the coin after it landed.

No justifications. No rationalisation. No regrets. This is how I want to live my life. This is what I want to do. A dollar coin proved it.

Nobody stood on top of a big blue ball and congratulated me for it.

And if there's anyone in my way, I'll just destroy them and be with-

"Ho? So the newcomer picked a mad dog, and a rather tame one at that." A regal voice made me pause.

I didn't dare to reveal my civilian identity so I immediately flash in transformation as soon as I heard his voice, of all people.