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And then —
POP.
Her System flickered to static. Words appeared like graffiti sprayed by a maniac with a glitter gun.
[NEW QUEST ACQUIRED!]
['Carnival Queen: Laughing in the Void']
Objective:
[Investigate the growing network of irrational psychic fields spreading across London.]
[Identify the source: "Cacophony", the so-called Carnival Queen.]
[NEW QUEST ACQUIRED: TRACE THE CARNIVAL SIGNAL.]
[Quest Chain Tier: 1/???]
[Reward: XP, "Irrational Data Fragments", ???]
[Warning: Logic will not protect you.]
The Engineer blinked. "...Excuse me?"
[Additional Context Unlocked!]
[Sub-objective: Deal with the Queen's Followers — the Painted Smiles.]
Description:
[The Carnival Queen's minions are conceptual lifeforms manifesting through collective madness. They feed on contradiction, delight, and delusion.]
Hint:
["They look human until they laugh or smile."]
Her hearts raced not from fear, but from the thrill. This was something not bound by normal rules, something that broke hard logic, which was the main thing she understood… mostly. Something alive.
She closed her eyes and opened her psychic sense, like unfolding an antenna of thought. The air thickened, humming with invisible laughter.
Then came the voice. Not in her head. Not in her ears. Somewhere in between.
"Tag, little Time Lord. You're it."
"…I hate that," Engineer said flatly, staring at the floating text. "That's horrifying. That's so horrifying it loops back around to funny."
She paused. "Actually, no, n,o it doesn't. That's like Pennywise levels of nope."
Her System pinged again with casual indifference, its tone bright and cutesy, a terrible contrast to the creeping dread behind the quest title.
[Tip:]
There are real Pennywises that only eat Time Lords. :)
Engineer blinked.
Then squinted. Then hissed, "I hate the smiley face. Why does it have a smiley face?!"
[p.s. just 1 of them can frighten a time lord to coma, but they prefer to eat you alive for the Time Lord's regeneration energy]
[AN- yes, that is a part of Doctor Who eu they're called ravenous
"Oh, duck no!"
"Ok! Please shut your…texts??..mouth? However you work, you annoying thing!"
The violet glow in her eyes flickered brighter as she looked up, scanning the warped landscape of fractured time around her. Somewhere, in the folds between seconds, something laughed — faintly, softly, like carnival bells underwater.
She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders.
"Alright then, spooky jester," she said, smirking as her eyes narrowed to an eerie glow. "You wanna play tag? Fine, give me your best shot, I still beat you."
Just a second after she said that, the system popped back up.
[WARNING PHENOMENON…]
[Rationality field decay detected.]
[Source vector: Entity-class "Carnival"]
[ Estimated threat level: ???]
[WARNING]
[Magic density in local reality: 42% over baseline.]
[Anti-magic field integrity degrading at 11% per 30 minutes.]
The engineer stared hard at her only way to actually fight back against magic started to fail
"I really need to stop tempting fate with my big mouth," she muttered, pulling out her scanner.
She waved it toward the nearest alleyway, and sure enough, the readings went haywire.
But her hearts was hammering, which is still weird having two hearts.
Her perception split for half a second, like two sets of eyes watching the same scene. One saw the alley as it was damp, concrete, grim.
The other saw… a carnival.
Rusted rides spinning in reverse. Banners fluttering even though there was no wind. Faces in balloons that were whispering secrets about her DNA.
And then—
[NEW QUEST UPDATE!]
[A fragment of the Carnival Queen has noticed you.]
Optional Objective:
Speak with the Fragment.
Do not break eye contact.
[Reward:500 XP and "Fragment of Irrational Thought."]
The air shimmered, and out stepped one of the Painted Smiles.
Its grin was carved too wide. Its eyes flickered through colors like a cheap LED. It moved like a bad 2d animated movie.
Engineer's breath hitched. "...You look like a Picasso painting if it had special needs."
The thing laughed.
The System went berserk.
[STATUS EFFECT: Cognitive Dissonance]
[You are in contact with pure irrational energy.]
[Debuff:-20% mental Retention]
[Buff: +40% Chaos Resistance]
[Special Condition Triggered: "Time Lord Antimagic Core – Stabilizing!"]
And suddenly, her aura flared.
The madness screamed.
Reality folded back into shape around her, like metal bending to will.
The Painted Smile froze mid-giggle, its face melting like the universe simply deleted its nonsense file.
"Yeah," she said, exhaling hard. "That's what happens when you bring a joke to a shotgun fight."
She then cringes, "I really need to work on what to say when fighting bad guys, cause that was bad."
[Enemy Neutralized!]
[+320 XP]
[+1 Irrational Data Fragment]
[+3 CHA (You terrified it so much it counts)]
She dusted off her hands. "Well. That's going to look great on the resume."
The Engineer stepped silently into the station, her trench coat brushing the air like smoke.
The music was gone tonight. No songs in her ears.
Only the pulse of Omega, faint through her coat pocket
Then she saw them.
Five robed figures in formation, each humming a low mantra that scraped the edges of reality. The runes they carved glowed faintly
She whispered under her breath, "Oh, magic monks.
They turned as one. Faces hidden, energy rippling off them like heat distortion. Their movements were precise, too precise, refined through generations of discipline and now poisoned by madness.
[QUEST UPDATE:]
[Sub-boss Encounter: "The OP Monks" — human chaos adepts trained to weaponize Tibetan monks training.]
[Objective: Neutralize the practitioners without breaking the temporal stability of the district.]
[Bonus Objective: Recover Chaos Focus Crystals for research.]
[Reward: 2000 XP, Skill Unlock: Reality Counterform (Tier 1).]
She tightened her gloves and whispered, "Alright. Let's dance."
The first strike came before she even heard it.
A ripple in the air, then thunk, a pressure wave slammed into her from the right.
She moved on instinct, spinning out of it, coat fluttering. The Omni-Tool deployed along her forearm with a hiss of temporal energy, solidifying into a hardlight bracer.
She caught the follow-up kick, a blur of a monk moving faster than human eyes should process, and redirected the energy downward, fracturing the pavement beneath them.
He blinked his face painted with serene calm, golden sigils glowing faintly along his arms.
"Time witch," he said softly, the words bending like prayer.
"You're kind are not welcome here."
Engineer smiled, low and sharp.
"Yeah, I feel like I'm going to get that a lot in the future."
He struck again, palm glowing with spiraling chaos script, but this time she stepped through it.
Literally.
Her body flickered blue-white, slipping half a second out of sync with local time. The blow passed through her like she was made of smoke, and when she reappeared, she brought her knee up into his ribs.
CRACK.
He went flying back into a parked car, crumpling the metal.
Two more emerged from the shadows, robes flowing like liquid geometry — their movements were perfectly synchronized, a mirrored kata that folded chaos and control together. The paradox of madness through discipline.
"Cute trick," she murmured, activating her Omni-Tool's gravity anchor.
A pulse of anti-graviton energy distorted the air around her, and both monks' balance faltered just enough that the split-second hesitation was all she needed.
She blurred.
One second she was standing; the next, she was inside their guard.
Elbow, pivot, throat strike; her motion was too efficient to be human.
Each move was calculated to the millisecond.
They hit the ground almost simultaneously.
But the fourth monk didn't attack.
He stood at the end of the alley, staff glowing with chaotic light, face calm, older, wiser. His aura bent the rain around him, droplets curving midair to avoid touching his robes.
"You misunderstand us, child of Time," he said, voice echoing like it came from the deep places of thought.
"We do not serve madness. We seek to balance it."
Engineer stopped, chest rising and falling slowly. "Balance? By channeling Carnival energy into human vessels? Yeah, that's balance like arson is therapy."
The monk smiled. "The Queen has shown us that irrationality is not destruction, it is freedom. She freed us from the prison of logic. Even you feel it, don't you?"
For a moment, she said nothing.
Her fingers twitched a subtle gesture, switching the Omni-Tool to the combat System's field output.
Then: "You're not wrong," she said quietly.
"I do feel it."
She raised her eyes, glowing faintly violet.
"But unlike you, I remember what comes after freedom."
And with that, she moved.
The monk tried to form a sigil, but she'd already bent time.
Every movement of his hand stretched into molasses.
Her body glided through slowed reality, a blur of light and motion.
The Omni-Tool reconfigured mid-swing, turning from bracer to plasma filament whip, wrapping around the monk's staff.
He tried to pull back the mistake.
She twisted her wrist, discharged a pulse of reversed temporal energy, and the staff aged backward.
The metal corroded in reverse, wood regrowing, splinters unbreaking until it dissolved into pure potential and vanished.
His composure cracked.
"You—"
"Yeah," she said, stepping forward, eyes gleaming with cold purpose. "Time cheats harder than monks."
She struck him with the flat of her palm.
A ripple exploded outward, silent but massive, a shockwave of restored causality.
The chaos glyphs that had been carved into the walls around them burned out, like someone turned the universe's debug mode back on.
The Engineer recognized the stance.
"Shenlong style," she muttered, almost with respect. "The same one that broke Batman's ribs twice."
Then the nearest monk struck.
Faster than a blink, his palm sent a wave of distorted gravity toward her like trying to crush time itself.
She didn't move.
The wave hit her and stopped.
Reality refused to obey him within three meters of her body.
She moved.
Not fast. Not slow.
Simply right.
A parry here, a sidestep there. A simple twist of her wrist and a small pulse of temporal feedback disarmed one monk entirely, his staff warping into molten light.
The next came at her with an astral blade, striking both physically and spiritually. She caught it with her bare hand, her skin flickering like static, space itself bending around her fingers.
"Nice trick," she said coldly. "Mine's older."
She pulled the energy apart, rewound the blade to before it was conjured.
The monk gasped as his weapon dissolved into concept dust.
[Enemy Neutralized]
+420 XP
Skill proficiency increased: Time Manipulation Lv. 8 → 9
She turned sharply as the last monk, the leader, began chanting.
His words bled from rational grammar into color, into sound you could see.
A portal started to bloom on the wall, a swirling black-and-coral vortex.
The Engineer's expression hardened.
"Is that the time vortex?"
She slammed her palm into the air and cut the sound out of reality.
For a moment, the entire world went silent — even the hum of electricity stopped.
And then she reached into the forming portal.
Her arm vanished into the chaos, skin shimmering into a storm of purple nebulae, the faint glint of black holes spinning under her flesh.
The monk screamed as the connection severed.
The portal collapsed into a sharp pulse, a psychic scream that flattened every candle flame in the station.
When the noise faded, only she remained standing.
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I'm not really good at writing fight scenes, so if there are any problems, let me know, cause this took 2 days to write