Fate/convergence OOC [PsykerxOblivion]

[Fish Of Oblivion]

PSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKERRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

[Psyker Landshark]

GIMME A BIT. CAN'T DO SHIT TONIGHT.

[Fish Of Oblivion]

MONGREL! YOU DARE REFUSE POSTAGE TO YOUR KING!?!

[Fish Of Oblivion]

PSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEER!

[Fish Of Oblivion]

Illyasviel von Einzbern gave a disturbing giggle as she sauntered forth before coming to a stop in front of two teenagers and a disturbing hooded figure.

"Hello, onii-chan. Rin." The girl smiled sinisterly, like a predator sighting down its prey.

"Illyasiviel?!" Rin gasped in surprise, realization suddenly hitting her as she cried out; "Archer!"

In response, the girl's Servant materialized and prepared himself for battle, and seeing this she then followed up with; "Emiya-kun, get Saber ready!"

"Oh, so you understand." Ilya said with a sick, twisted little smile, "That makes this easier. Come out and play, Beast~!"

"... Beast?" Rin murmured to herself, pausing as Ilya named her Servant's Class.
That wasn't one of the seven classes used in the Grail War. Something was wrong.

And as the white-haired girl's Servant materialized behind her, that something became clear.
It stood as tall as Archer, towering over the surroundings as a wave of malice emanated from it. Its body was bestial in shape, like that of a tyrannosaurus. Blood red armor covered its body, coating its entire form in a mechanical shell. A misshapen right arm scraped against the ground below, whilst the sharp claws on the left arm twitched with whirrs and clicks.
But most striking were the eyes.

Those dark pits, just holes in the monster's head, glinted with a cold, smouldering malice. The vaguest hints of lights dwelling within them completed the effect to leave Rin shivering slightly. Combined with the vast wave of malice coming from the creature's very presence, the terror it inspired in its surroundings was vast.

But none of this seemed to have any effect whatsoever on Archer and Saber.
"Is this meant to be some kind of joke?," Saber asked in a bored mutter, his red eyes coldly appraising the 'threat' before him as they moved away from the paralyzed form of his Master.

It was as if they were entirely immune to the wave of terror drowning their Masters more and more with every second that passed.

"You needn't cower like a weakling, Master," Archer said coldly to Rin, eliciting an angry stare from the girl over her terror as he chided her, "Our enemy is no more than a lowly sub-species of Mugendramon, far below my abilities. These beasts were slaughtered wholesale in the wars of my world, so a single individual is not even worth considering a threat."

Even with the necessary skepticism enforced by the Grail War weighing in on his mind, Archer spoke with certainty. And Rin soon saw why as Beast's parameters became visible. For such an imposing creatures, its parameters were remarkably low. Lower, in fact, than both Archer and Saber's.
This didn't explain the wave of terror, although Rin now realized that it could be chalked up to a Noble Phantasm of the Beast. Certain Servants had conceptual Noble Phantasms that were the crystalization of their feats in life, so it was likely the effect of one such Noble Phantasm.

So, biting down the fear and doing her best to drown it in resolve, she spoke up towards Ilya and her monstrous Servant.

"You do realize that your Servant is beyond outclassed, don't you?" Rin began, raising an eyebrow as Ilya just giggled in response.

"Funny you should say that, seeing as you were shivering in fear just a second ago~" Ilya chirped, before she looked up towards her massive Servant, "But I think I can just let Beast handle this. What do you think, Beast?"

The girl's servant offered no reply. It was too busy staring at Archer, focusing its hateful glare entirely upon him, to seemingly little effect.
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Around them, the earth shook with the force of the power being thrown around.

Lying slumped into the ground, beaten and broken, they saw their allies fight the White Knight in the distance.

The Dragon and the Insect flitted around it, blades flickering as they fought an uphill battle. Their wounds were numerous, and they were the most fortunate of the group; their allies pulled themselves away to a safe distance. Amongst them, the Miracle Warrior and the Armored Duke fought with the last of their strength to keep their troops and lesser Knightly comrades alive. Many had fallen to the bastard before them, most prominent amongst them being their leader. He had been absorbed into the White Knight, his power stolen and added to his enemy's own.

They would all die. Reinforcements would come too late, and even then would not be sufficient to take the White Knight down by themselves.

One of them felt powerful despair seep into her as she cursed the futility of it all. She had come so far, discovered so many things about herself, and yet it would all come to an end here.
One of them felt a much more simple emotion; Rage.
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​But it did not stay silent for long.

"TARGET IDENTIFIED AS IMPERIALDRAMON, ELEVENTH ROYAL KNIGHT. EXTERMINATE. EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" Beast shrieked in a grating staccato voice, two massive cannons emerging from his back and sundering the air with vast torrents of roaring energy that blasted towards Archer.

Seeing Archer dodge the unwieldy blasts by merely and contemptously rising straight up into the air, Beast continued to shriek refrains of 'EXTERMINATE', releasing continuous barrages of blue energy towards him from the cannons.

All it felt was rage. All it could express was rage. All it could perceive was rage.
Rage defined the monster's existance in those moments, and as Archer opened fire with his Positron Laser towards him, his rage only grew and grew.
And so did hers.
From Beast's body, a black aura emerged, a tendril reaching out and slashing at the blasts from Archer's Noble Phantasm, extinguishing them instantly as contact was made.

For his relative weakness in this situation, Beast had a highly resilient body, enough to sustain some degree of sustained damage from his foes in this situation.
But she would not allow it to happen. Beast was hers, and she was his. They had been made for each-other, and their experiences at the hands of the bastard before them turned her stomach to the idea of allowing him to hit them.

And as his shots were blocked, Archer paused.
He was not surprised by the rage Beast was exhibiting. Such behaviour was not rare of his kind, and lowly species such as these would have many reasons to despise him.
What did surprise him was the black aura flowing from the Beast. Which also seemed to surprise Saber, too.

And it was not just surprise, but what also seemed to be fear, as the previously stoic Demon Lord suddenly turned, muttering something to someone unseen.
Archer merely watched unimpressed as the bastard retreated, watching his own Master start up as Assassin suddenly materialized nearby Saber's Master, and seizing the naive fool, followed his ally in ignorance of the human's panicked protests.

Imperialdramon couldn't help but let the sides of his mouth turn upwards in amusement at the idea of the Lord of Wrath fleeing in fear of a lumbering war beast cut down in great numbers in every battle. But at the same time, a realization registered in his mind.
As much as he despised the psychotic monster that was this war's Saber, him retreating like this spoke something of Beast, or at least of the black aura that emerged from his body to defend him.
Perhaps it would be best to take no chances. With the strength granted by his Omni-Sword, he could crush Beast without any trouble. It was an option he had pushed to the back of his mind thus far, but with all the Servants of the war recognizing him thus far and the known unpredictability of the Archer class, it was one that he could carry out with little true repercussion. And with one enemy Servant down, one source of opposition would be out of the running.

So, Beast watching, he summoned the gigantic blade into his hands, the power whitening his form and initiating a boost in his parameters.

The enemy Servant's reaction as Archer dived down towards him was to fully materialize the black aura around himself.
He knew how matters would end in this situation, and so did she. They would not survive this battle as they were.
So they would change.

"EXTERMINATION IMPOSSIBLE AT CURRENT VALUE OF POWER. INITIATING COUN-TER-MEA-SURES."

Archer continued to plunge down, easily cutting through the tendrils extended to impede him.
Maneuvering around the blasts and swipes sent at him, he prepared to skewer Beast.
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Standing strong against the God of their world, the Black Beast fought, the world shattering around it.

They had been built for one-another. It was not just a figure of speech; She had been made to enhance and exploit the powers that lay dormant within him. He had been made so that the potential of his species could be fully tapped at long last.
They had not realized this before now, but their experiences of humiliation had bonded them. Being forced into the dirt had united them fully at long last, and with the help of their creator, they had tapped their true potential.
Now, with their allies, the Dragon bonded with the First Knight and the Insect bonded with the Thirteenth Knight, they fought against the angry God.
They would not kill him. He did not deserve death, and it was only tragic circumstances that lead to this. Even if he did not know this, she reminded him.
But they were in agreement on one thing; They would not be crushed as they were before.
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"CHAOSDRAMON, SLIDE EV-OL-UTI-ON."

Without warning, the aura shifted.
In a mere moment, the formless black mass became defined, a composite mass of features emerging from it and extending powerful, energy limbs towards Archer.

"What?!?" He snapped with rage, doubling back in surprise as the limbs came at him, forcing him to drop his attempted attack and instead slash at the limbs extended to assault him.
"What was it you said about my Beast being outclassed?" Ilya asked with a giggle as she took in Archer and Rin's shock at the sudden shift in the aura.
At their horror as Beast's form began to melt.

The metallic shell covering the mechanical monster reduced to molten slag, the features of the Servant became deformed. The mouth, previously static and locked, opened to reveal bladed teeth with a vicious lower jaw.
The aura descended upon his body, becoming super-imposed over it. The liquid steel flowed through the aura, filling out its form and blackening as it did.
A second pair of arms formed, bursting out like tumours from the moltern. What had been purely mechanical before now became a horrible mix of organic and cybernetic, emerging from beneath the molten slag flowing over its form.
Letting loose a baleful cry into the sky above it, a new aura emerged from Beast's back, vast steel structures adorning it.

And he let its hate-filled eyes fall upon Archer once more, as those steel structures pointed themselves at him.

"MAXIMUM EX-TER-MIN-AT-ION. TIME UN-LIM-IT-ED!" Beast shrieked in that terrible staccato voice as the structures upon his back flared outwards with terrible power that shattered the world around them, plunging it into a black abyss.

And Archer saw.
He saw himself. He saw another version of himself do as he did, attempting to control the world around him from within.
But it was different. He did not lead the Knights, and he could not mold Omegamon to his will. He was forced to the side, his machinations held down.
When the time to mount his crusade came, it was far more brutal. Many of the Knight Forces and their allies died then and there, and the world was torn asunder.
He saw Beast. He saw himself force the monster down into the dirt, condemn him and his partner as abominations. He saw himself die at the hands of Alphamon and Omegamon and another group of Tamers, and then as Yggdrasil returned to fight them in the wake of his death.
He saw Beast's rage change it, inspire it to become strong enough to never be forced down again.

He understood Beast in that moment. And as the rest of the information provided to him by this terrible dimension around him flowed into his mind, he knew that he was going to die.
Beast was a being that had fought Yggdrasil. It had restrained Yggdrasil even as it was itself constrained, and had allowed the God to be quelled.
Against the rage Beast felt against him for the actions of the other version of himself, Imperialdramon realized he stood no chance of victory.
He could not reason with it, and he could certainly not defeat it. Both himself and his Master would die here.

And outside the black abyss that it had cast Archer and his Master into, Beast, known in life as Millenniummon, shrieked out one last shriek.
"KNOW THE FATE OF AN INFERIOR LIFEFORM, IM-PER-I-AL-DRA-MON.MAXIMUM EX-TER-MIN-AT-ION. DIM-EN-SI-ON DES-TROY-ER!"

And both Imperialdramon and Rin perished as the dimension that they had been cast into collapsed around them.

Bad End
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P.S; Sorry if this seems a bit crappy in places- Started writing this, got a bit lost, and just decided to finish it off. Try not to take it too seriously.

[Psyker Landshark]

Kind of gusta. Who the hell is "she"?

[Fish Of Oblivion]

Hmm. And that's Millenniummon's Tamer. Kind of a long story. Would have gone into it some more if Serial Escalation had gone anywhere.

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And honestly, main reason I wrote this was for Dalek!Millenniummon. I'd been tight-lipped about that shit for ages, and since I wanted to write something for this... :P

My main personal problems with this omake are that I probably got a bit too carried away, and probably didn't do Imperialdramon justice.