Chapter 1: What is on my Wrist

Waking up trashed in an ally was not on my first thing to-do list today, Waking up with a headache was though.

Waking up groggy was what I would expect after a late night session trying to take down the most bullshit gay couple in gaming history, even if its implied its a form of mental rape on Miquella's part but I would have to question why I'm not on my cosy bed and in a pile of trash bags.

Looking around from my position I see really the entrance to the alleyway leading to a bright street with people going somewhere, the other direction leads to more alleyways like I'm at the entrance to a cement maze.

Standing up from the Trash I have to brace myself against the wall and once I'm Fully up I only need one arm on the wall to keep myself upright but I feels a weird weight on my arm in my grogginess and see what seems to be a high tech metal shield attached to my arm.

I do what any rational person would do in this situation.

I wave it around like its a Spider on my arm trying to make it fly off but in my flailing it doesn't move. After more time than I would admit to of flailing I calm down and start to examine the shield.

though my observations I find my arm is surrounded in what seems to be a metal brace connected to the shield so I obviously look over the device for the hallmark of technology given to idiots, Buttons. 

I find many buttons but just like most High tech stuff, nothing is labelled so I press a random button and in a single quick action I watch as the Shield splits apart to form a Long segmented Blade which starts to glow after its stops moving. 

Seeing this Something finally clicks for me. 'Fuck this a Duel Disk, Why the Fuck is Duel Disk on my arm!'

My panic over the duel disk fades as I examine the machine for the deck that should fill it. my curiosity is drained when I don't see one in the machine, but slowly realizing the situation I look at my outfit.

My outfit is a simple, an dark amber trench coat, Light blue shirt, beige cargo pants and some black Sneakers.

Looking though my pockets to find a deck it tricky with the duel disk but my search proves fruitless, I look around the alleyway for the deck but still nothing but though my looking around I see in the corner of my image a small glowing symbol. focusing on the symbol it grows in my vision before appearing as a holographic screen in front of me reading. 

[Welcome Witless Tarnished] 

[Due to your kind's dogged pursuit of me in the Shadowlands you tarnished though each timeline each come and kill me at the Divine Gate with my Brother Consort. So this time on the 100'000th Timeline I've tried to become my Brother's Consort and failed, I realised I have had enough and have tried to Escape the Lands between With My Brother Consort but something has gone wrong.

The Escape wasn't fully perfect two problems have occurred first of all, YOU are here I did this to escape your Kind's aggressions so I could bring in a new era of peace but the process Pulled you along with me. Secondly It turns out the Powers within this world do not take kindly to Refugee Gods and have tried to remove me, massively impacting in my Power.

Luckily I have made due with what I have available. So I have latched onto your Soul Which turns was already full of the Souls of others from your Timeline. 

Just as a Statement since this is annoying me to no end, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KILL SISTER MALENIA! It took a full power Radahn to make her go full out even then she survived.

Anyway before I Start to rant about how you killed my ENTIRE family I will calm down and say some critical things. 

Firstly I don't know who you are and I don't care your reasons but I'm in need of you now. 

While I'm Attached to your soul the things I can do are very limited in scope but though my observations of this world they conduct things known as Shadow games and these Shadow games are done though tablets holding souls. 

Using my power I can Form these Tablets For you to play these Shadow games and Once I gain enough power I'll send you back home.

Signed, Miquella the Kind.]

The information Just floors me since, Fuck I have a juvenile god in my soul and I have to work with him to get back home when its his fault in the first place, Damn man I have a cat to feed. . . actually Snowball could probably feed herself. 

Pinching the bridge of my nose I contemplate the situation before focusing again on the glowing symbol that turns out to be the Elden Ring Symbol.

"Ok, Miquella I'll work with you but I need you to know something first since you would get angry at me later otherwise when shit happens, To me and each Tarnished that came to kill you thought your world was fake and that nothing mattered since it wasn't real to us, to us it was like a World we could interact with and from the Duel disk on my arm and your speaking of Shadow games I can realise that were in another World like that but in a different form so I know things that I shouldn't, and at this point I'm guessing your reading my memory to dig for information. going off the Duel disk it seems Generation 1 so the key things are, don't Say the names of the pharaoh or the one controlling Bakura."

When I finish saying that another message appears for me in a text box, its kinda annoying how it blocks most of my vision but I read it.

[Looking though your memories I find correlations with what you say but I can't believe my world was a game to your kind, it seems kind of insulting. also looking at the adaptation of the world from the giant stone tablets to the small paper like material is jarring but it should make making the deck for the shadow game easier so much that I have enough power to coax the Souls within your soul to form so called Duel Spirits to form the cards.]

Reading this I Pause for a second as a though rang though my head. 'I can Make a Deck from souls from Elden ring, and I killed most of them.'

the textbox in front of me morphs to read something different.

[Yes you can but its not just people you killed, When my transference happed it pulled you along that shouldn't have happened and for some reason there are other souls here that you didn't kill but you either helped or met along your journey. P.S. a small jar thing says 'hi Coz', I have no idea why but its annoyed me enough that I mentioned it.]

well learning its not just the people I killed makes me happier but then a loud sound occurs outside the Alleyway, I walk to the entrance and see Kiba on a large screen overlooking the road which is full of people. I tune it out once he starts talking about battle city. That sorts the time line question.

'Miquella, I know this is a rush but Could I get a deck quickly.'

[I understand your though process but if you want a deck, I only really have two options right now since I'm having to sort through all the soul mass in here to get cohesive enough souls for the cards, but each deck is different than the other massively.

Once is focused on Me and the other is on Malenia since I focused on my sister and those with connection to my soul first since its easier, I don't even know half of these souls for my sister but mine would be the adherents, mine is more powerful but its harder to use since some souls are not happy at being used in it. 

Pick between the Goddess of Rot deck, or the Miquella's Plots Deck.]

I take a moment to weigh my options