Tinkering 2 : Electric Boogaloo

I walked through the empty halls of the Plumber facility under Mount Rushmore, and let loose my technokinesis, seeping into every machine, drawer, corner and wall.

The facility lit up like a christmas tree, the comforting buzz and whirr of machinery and circuitry soothing me like a music piece. This place was a treasure trove of tech!

I began by taking account of the materials present, making a mental list of what I needed and where it was being kept.

I was going to need 3 devices for this job.

First the Curse Purger, to get rid of the death curse.

Secondly, a Conceptual Shear, to make sure Lady Death stays down once I'm done with her.

Finally, the last one to be made was of course the Scranton Reality Anchor.

Most of the materials were already here and the other ones can be enchanted to work just fine.

I took a deep breath, and pumped my fists.

"Let's do this shit!"

The Omnitrix dial rose up, spinning madly till it arrived on a citrakayah sample.

Fasttrack.

Just the right mix of speed, strength and dexterity for my needs.

A green light flashed and I could feel the watch dig into my skin sending pulse of energy through me, flesh and bone wriggling and melting as it mutated me into a humanoid cat creature.

Immediately, I could feel the difference in perception. Time seemed to flow slower, so much so that I could see the dust particles floating in the scant beam of sunlight that filtered through the vents, almost as if it were still.

Hmmmm....I like this.

But still, this is no time for appreciation of my new powers.

It's time to build.

I disappeared in a blur of blue and black, the sound of drawers and containers opening and shutting began to echo through the building and the clearing in the middle of the workshop began to clutter up with electronics and tech that I had picked out for the various vaults in the facility.

Now with all the materials in one place, I began to pull the devices apart.

First, I took out a lantern of sorts with a crystal at it's center, and enchanted the glass with fluidity, telekinetically shaping it into a canister with one hand, while with my other, I reached in and gave the crystal a twist and a flick.

It popped off it's miniature pedestal and fell into my hand just in time for the glass canister to be completed.

I set them aside and picked out a ray gun, pulling out it's capacitor and battery, before going for some sort of handheld radiographic detector, with an advanced coroned screening.

Not my first choice at a given time. I preferred holographic displays over physical ones. Thet were easier to manage. But given the current lack of resources and time....

I popped off the display with a screw and attached it to the circuitry from a sensor array I had pulled clean off a side wall. This should do.

I scanned the pile of gadgets again till I found some sort of vacuum tube apparatus.

Immediately, I cut off it's tubing and sawed off it's motor, attaching the two to the canister I had created.

This would act as the extraction mechanism for the Curse Purger.

Wiring the display into the motor, I picked out a energy field projector and unscrewed it's lens and foci, before fitting the lantern crystal within.

Next, I took a swig of mega seed juice and reached within, unlocking my shard.

Motes of light flew out of my body, multicolored kaleidoscopic fragments bursting with power thrummed in the air, painting room in a blaze of hues as I began enchanting.

Push. Cosmic. Presevation. Form. Were the concepts I chose for it.

A little bit of fiddling, an enchantment to reverse it's polarity, and viola.

A device that would project an energy field into my body to push the curse out of me and into the glass canister.

Because sometimes, pulling it out is not the right answer. It was the obvious one, yes. But Lady Death had put that sloppy countermeasure on it.

If I tried to pull the curse out, it would blow me up.

So obviously, I had to just push it out then. Not so different in concept, but vastly so in application!

Especially when some dumbass entity thinks it's got one over you cuz it put one measly failsafe.

I scoffed at her stupidity.

Even guys who make toasters, literal toasters put more safeties in it than she did in her curse.

It was hilarious!

I soldered the circuitry onto the projector, and attached the battery to it, before placing it on my chest, secured with a strap I unclasped off of an alien machine gun.Then, I picked the suction part of the Curse Purger and grabbed the glass canister, enchanting it with three concepts.

Reinforcement. Containment. Void.

The canister shimmered blue and yellow becoming sturdier, more enduring while inside the canister, I could see the fabric of space twist and ripple, distort all engulfed in a slight red glow lingering at the edges.

Air began to be sucked into the distorted space as I placed the canister over my heart, and flipped the switch on the machine.

The machine fizzled to life, the field generator sending out pulse after pulse of pure white light into me.

The light bounced of the edges of my body until it collided against the pitch black mass in my heart.

Slowly and steadily the white pulse began to push at my heart, squeezing it tight till the pain began to send me into shock, thrashing on the floor.

Immediately, I activated the stasis beacons in my pocket, trapping myself in a stasis field, frozen in place.

Then the thumping, squeezing pain turned into a piercing one like someone had stabbed a thousand needles into my chest.

I looked down at the canister and saw hundreds of tiny wisps of black energy tunneled their way out of my chest, twisting into little smoky tornadoes as they got consumed amd confined within the twisted space, and my shirt became soaked with blood from the wound the energy had torn out of.

Thankfully, the supersoldier serum had granted me regenerative abilities far beyond regular humans too alongside the monstrous strength and agility it provided.

The wounds had already begun to heal and close up by the time the entirety of the curse had been purged from me.

I switched off the device and pulled it off me, putting it aside.

I looked back down and checked myself with the bio chip's lifeline scan feature.

My bionics lit up, beeping one by one while I maneuvered my interal mesh around the heart, checking for any fragments of the curse left or if there would be lasting damage.

Nothing.

I sighed in relief. That's one part done.

Onto the next!

I picked out a vibro-knife from the pile of gadgets and began to push my power into it. This one was easier.

I only had one job. To continuously later Two concepts onto it.

Erasure. And Severing.

Over and over and over.

I could feel my nose bleed, my head ringing like a church bell at mass, as over the next hour I pulled out all yhe power I could muster from my shard, till the knife was practically a divine weapon and my shard was all but spent beyond it's limits as I collapsed onto the floor, the knife in my hand.

I looked at my masterpiece that had nearly killed me just in it's manufacture.

The Conceptual Shear.

An instant noble phantasm.

Combining the properties of the mystic eyes of death perception and the absolute severing ability Nanami Kento's Ratio, minus the limitations.

One swing of this knife and anything it touches will be severed from it's conceptual whole before being erased completely.

This will help me make sure that death becomes a susceptible little person nugget when I chop off her arms and legs to keep her in place for her torture.

Now if only I could just get up.

Just....

Humph....

C'mon....

I tried pushing myself up, jumping up, or even rolling over.

But my body wouldn't move.

Well fuck.

I overdid it.

And now....

Fuck.

I looked at the time.

53 minutes left.

I have no choice then.

I doubt I will recover by the time I have to go back.

So there's nothing else to do but use Project Phoenix and get back home before Lady Death becomes suspicious.

I'll just have to make up some believable lie about the curse and hope she buys it.

"Well then."

I weakly flipped the knife, turning it towards myself and pressed my finger on it's hilt.

I took a deep breath.

And-

"What are you doing, old chap?" Professor Paradox's voice sounded out above me.

"Surely you wouldn't be trying to erase your self from existence, now would you? That would be most foolish. Uh huh huh!" He wagged a finger at me.

"You wouldn't happen to be that stupid would you now?"

"Of course not!" I groaned, through grit teeth.

"Now if you would leave me to my business." I strained to reply when he raised a hand cutting me off.

"You look like you're in need of assistance. Are you?" He smiled, squatting down to face me.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I scoffed.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't. It's not everyday that you see a god lying half dead on the floor."

"I'm no god?" I replied.

I have a bad feeling about this.

"Oh, of course you're not. Not yet anyways." He smiled knowingly.

Yup.

There it is.

"First Q, now you? What's up with you people and spoilers. It's like you don't want me to become a god or something."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me in amusement.

"You're lucky I have an anti skew mechanism installed or else this might have just destroyed any chance of me becoming a god." I added.

"So you don't require assistance?" He smirked.

"I.....did not say that."

"I don't hear a please?" He asked with my characteristic sadistic glee.

This guy!

"Please....."

"Go on."

"Kindly....."

"Yes, yes."

"Go fuck yourself. I'm not asking for shit from you!" I roared.

I make it a rule not to do what people tell me to.

In fact if someone tells me to do something, I will deliberately do the opposite.

Mine and Offee's wedding took eight hours, because when the shaman told me to repeat after him, I fell silent.

It took Offee almost crying to make me reconsider.

And only for her did I change that rule.

No one else would get that pleasure.

"You'd rather lie here, like a meat puddle?" He poked me with his walking stick.

"If it means you don't get to enjoy this. Yeah." I huffed.

Paradox sighed.

"You're no fun as a mortal, you know that?"

"Abundantly." I grinned.

He shook his head, muttering.

"Kids these days....."

He knelt down and touched my forehead

Then in a flash of white and blue, I was once again in ship shape, brand spanking new.

The headaches, gone.

Paralysis, muscle aches and blurry vision?

A thing of the past. Literally.

He turned back my time, shunting it off to god knows where.

Or should I say, I know where, since I will become a god apparently. And by his words, very chummy with good old english breeding here.

I clenched and unclenched my fist and got back to my feet, stretching lightly before sliding the knife into a metal sheath, tucking it in my labcoat.

I turned to face the Professor just as he opened up another wormhole and bowed slightly.

He had helped me when I didn't expect it.

He had my gratitude for that, even if I nearly drove him off.

"Thanks. I guess. I'll repay this favor someday."

"Oh, I know you will." He replied with a smug grin, as he disappeared into the wormhole.

I sighed.

I suppose I will.

The rest was simple.

I opened up a portal to the barren dimension where the chimera had completed the creation of the Reality Anchor.

It dropped down beside me and I pulled out Ace's finger from my pocket, dropping it in the chamber of the rice cooker looking tripod.

"Alright. I'm ready." I smiled, "It's time to take names, and kick ass!

And I'm all out of ass- Wait a minute, that not how that goes!"

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Final Battle against Lady Death!

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