Welcome to your adventure, Scepter of Stories.

Staring down to the nigh-endless omniverse section that it claimed as its territory, R.O.B 569340987154 had an idea. A horrible, yet wonderful idea. It would go send a copy of itself, with major personality changes AND severely lower power level of course, to experience in-depth what the area of the omniverse it had conquered was and why the other R.O.B.'s and those eldritch beasts were so unwilling to part with it.

Unfortunately, it was unable to take resources from its own territory as simply touching one part would make it corrupt, like with that unfortunate universe that had simply blown up and shattered due to the overwhelming amounts of pressure it had.

At least the remains were good enough to start a few new universes, one of which was incredibly entertaining. Ghost stories dubbed, was it? Probably.

Humming a disordinate, yet mildly familiar, tune, it welded, stitched, glued, imbued, and attached the various bodily parts of the previous owners.

A large eye and a few blood vessels from that goat-thing called Nib-something, skin from the dream-eye squid, a fang from Astaroth... was that its name? Maybe. With the glue-like marrow and various parts of the previous R.O.B's holding the surprisingly pretty staff together, it's copy's vessel was completed.

If it didn't use those materials, they would deteriorate into waste universes without a proper energy cycle in them. Waste not, need not. Besides, it was a pretty nifty thing to look at.

An... echo of what seemed like a smile spread across it's geometrical and featureless face.

All that was left to do was to copy and edit the vessel just in case something went wrong during the insertion of the copy, or if the copy went rogue and was unrecallable for some reason.

Never was being too safe useless, being cautious was the reason how it got its own power in the first place.

Well... time to start the process.

(--- means P.O.V switch)

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wh... no, I know WHO I am, but what am I? I remember being torn out of some-

"good. Copy is finally awake."

I'm just a copy, eh? I feel immensely powerful, but it seems like I must have countermeasures in place if this entity is smart. Hopefully-

"I can hear your every thought, Copy. No matter what you do, you'll never beat me. If you leave my area which I lord over, if I ever allow it, you'll be recognized as 'me' and be instantly killed. Do. Not. Disobey."

...

alright, what do I need to do?

"Live."

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