Willful Thinking (Invincible/DC | Green Lantern OC-Insert) - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Oscar Ward

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“We have landed.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Zoe mutters as she stands. We follow Nurr through the interior of the ship. Veln meets us near the exit, his purple tech jacket fit snug over him.

“Successful landing!”

Nurr walks straight past his cheer, opening the spaceship’s rear airlock. Bright natural light pours into the ship. I squint past the glare. The cityscape stretches farther than I can see. Silver towers rise into the blue sky. They’re weirdly shaped. Some narrow at the bottom and widen as they climb, while others look a little like flipped over buckets.

There’s a surprising amount of greenery for a planet so technologically advanced, but maybe that’s just me assuming everyone has to destroy their environment in pursuit of better tech…

There are maybe twenty Gelderians waiting at the bottom of the ramp we’re on, most in tech jackets. A few aren’t wearing helmets. I can’t quite tell what they’re thinking… well, that’s a lie. There’s a severe-looking guy with a moustache. He’s taller than average but reedy, with beady brown eyes that narrow into slits when he sees me. The moment Zoe reaches the bottom of the hatch, two heavily armoured Gelderians step forth. One of them produces a pair of restraints.

Zoe stiffens but surrenders her raised wrists to them to fasten the restraints around her. I wait until he’s finished before I cut them apart with comically large scissors. A few indignant whispers follow, but no one says anything. Not even Mister Moustache, which surprises me. I half-expected him to blow his top.

…That’s on me for being judgemental.

“Are you refusing to comply?” the leftmost guard questions.

Zoe stares at me with this unreadable look.

That same guard steps up to me. “The prisoner is to remain restrained until her trial, alien.”

“...I guess it’s the right term, but it’s still weird.” I clear my throat. “Look, buddy. She came here willingly and, in fact, fought to save two of her own jailors from the Kresh. Which I’m sure you all know, considering we came here in a Kresh vessel.”

Moustache Man frowns. “Nonetheless, she was brought here under detainment. Her very existence breaks the First Decree.”

“She’s not going anywhere. I’ll personally make sure of it. But we’re not doing the whole chained-up prisoner thing.”

“You do not dictate Gelderian law.”

“No. But I’m here to make sure someone from my planet gets treated fairly under it.”

The guards don’t look particularly convinced.

“General Vasel, please. I shall vouch for them,” Nurr says with a shallow bow.

“You would stake your honour on it, then?” the moustached Gelderian says. He shakes his head. 

“I would.”

“...No. This is a waste of time. I’ll squander no more of His Majesty’s time dawdling.”

Veln hurriedly raises a hand. “I vouch for them too, General!”

“...Son. How many times must I instruct you to speak only when spoken to?”

I blink. That’s certainly one of the reveals of all time.

Vasel turns to Zoe.

“As for you, prisoner. Come. Justice awaits.”

Zoe stands beside me before what I assume is most of Gelderia’s upper crust of society in the tiered gallery above us. We’re inside a grand building floating in the sky at the centre of the city. General Vasel’s here, alongside Nurr, Veln, and a few of the unarmoured faces we met at the landing pad. The rest are strangers to me, which isn’t that surprising on account of this being our first visit. There are about a dozen more important-looking people gathered. And raised above all of them is a shrivelled old man who hasn’t said much since the trial began.

Gelderia’s king, presumably. He’s not exactly wearing a crown, but all those shiny gemstones more than make up for it. Immediately after introductions are made, a Gelderian in the stands starts yelling with vitriol.

“She murdered Kelda!”

...Well, we’re off to a great start.

“She wears his jacket!” another Gelderian shouts. “What further proof do we require?”

“Actual… you know, proof would be nice,” I say, which earns me more than a few glares from above.

Zoe folds her arms. “I already told you what happened! His ship crashed, I went to help, and he put this thing on me before it exploded.”

“A convenient story.”

“—One we can verify,” Veln hastily cuts in. “Seeing whether she stole the jacket or it was freely given to her is easy enough now that the jacket is present.”

“...You’re telling me this thing has a black box?” I ask, fully ignoring the glares directed at me.

Yes, good first impressions are important, but a significant majority of these lot were baying for Zoe’s blood on the outset. That said, the king seems like a chill guy.

“Of course!”

Veln gets to work fiddling with Zoe’s tech jacket via some mechanical tool that sprouted from his index finger. A mess of alien data is projected above us via hologram, none of which means a damn thing to me. Fortunately, Veln translates.

“Kelda was critically injured when his vessel crashed. The tech jacket registered catastrophic failure aboard the vessel shortly afterwards.” He points towards another line from the timestamp. “And here. Kelda manually authorised a transfer protocol to Zoe Thompson.”

…But apparently, he’s not stopping at just exonerating her because he switches to yet another screen with entirely different readings. Only, it’s projected from the larger utility gauntlet he tried to scan my ring with.

“There is, however, a tangentially-related discovery. If you’ll allow me to explain, Your Majesty?”

The king chuckles with a frail hand to his chin. “Proceed, Veln.”

“Great! …Right. On account of the biological differences between us and her people, Thompson is significantly stronger than a Gelderian wearing the same armour. Strong enough to tear through a dozen Kresh warriors alone with ease, evident by the combat data recovered. I theorise it’s due to the subject’s baseline physicality. Zoe Thompson’s prowess has been multiplicatively heightened far beyond a Gelderian wearing the same kind of armour!”

General Vasel stands to interrupt his son’s gleeful discovery. “The First Decree has already been violated. Regardless of innocence, we cannot allow an extraterrestrial stronger than our greatest warrior to leave Gelderia with our technology unmolested.”

“...H-Huh?”

Next to me, Zoe makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat.

“What?” I whisper.

“They’re going to molest me?!”

I stifle my laughter, because as funny as that was, I’m not sure I like where this avenue of conversation is headed.

“Then kill them both,” someone else says, their voice thick with fear. “Lest they betray us to the Kresh!”

“Enough,” the king raises his voice firmly and the gallery falls into instant silence.

…Didn’t think he had it in him, to be honest. I’m used to spineless authority figures, I guess.

“As our greatest warrior, Kelda knew the First Decree. Yet when faced with his own death, he chose to break it so that another might live. And you all would dishonour that sacrifice by ending the life he chose to save? Zoe Thompson did not murder Kelda, that much is obvious, nor did she rob the tech jacket off his corpse. Whatever consequences arise from Kelda’s decision are not hers to bear.”

Zoe sways on her feet. “Oh, thank god…”

“That being said, I would speak with you Terrans, if you would oblige me. The both of you,” he adds, as his milky eyes fix themselves on Zoe and then me.

“Uh… y-yeah, sure. Of course Your… Highness?”

He chuckles at her stammering. “The proper term is Your Majesty, but ‘Your Highness’ is nonetheless a flattering moniker.”

We’re led out of the chamber shortly afterwards. Nurr and Veln stay behind with the others while Zoe and I follow the king through a side entrance and down a short hallway. His age shows a lot more once he’s walking. He’s slow, leaning heavily on a cane, though neither of us is dumb enough to hurry him along. Eventually, we’re brought into a much smaller room overlooking the city.

A young Gelderian woman rises from her seat when we enter. She’s around our age, with light green skin and large amber eyes. A bright blue hood covers most of her hair, framed by two tall, silver fins that jut up on either side of her head. Odds are that she’s sporting the standard Gelderian hairstyle though.

“Allow me to introduce my daughter,” the king says. “Princess Lin.”

“Greetings! I’ve never met aliens before. This is a rather strange experience, but you don’t look all too different to us.”

She smiles, giving us a polite bow before walking up to us. She’s shorter than Zoe, who herself is about average height for a woman. We take our seats, waiting for the king to speak.

“None, save the children of Gelderia, shall wield the tech jacket. That is the First Decree you heard so much of earlier. You see, our race evolved to the point where our bodies are essentially useless. Aided by our technology we lived in bliss for a time, never having to lift a finger… and so our bodies shrivelled and shrank. Perhaps, once, our race was not inferior to yours, given our similar appearances.”

That’s… a funny notion. Especially considering how fragile humans are. But I guess the Gelderians are doubly so—but not vulnerable, that’s for sure.

“However,” the king sits forward, “the decree’s true purpose is to prevent the creation of a potential enemy as powerful as Zoe Thompson. Alas… these are dire times. We are at war, and would have much use for one as powerful as you. Of course, your guardian has my word that we will not harm you upon refusal.”

She frowns. “...But what happens if I do?”

“After transferring ownership of the jacket to a Gelderian child, you will be free to return to your homeworld,” Princess Lin says, giggling when Zoe deflates. “Did you think we would execute you?”

“Can you blame her?” Her father chuckles. “Did not see the sentiment inside the judgement hall, Lin? Quite a few of our statesmen wanted her head out of fear, upon discovery that a tech jacket could be wielded by a non-Gelderian.”

Lin frowns. “...I still remember a time when our people were kind. War has hardened our hearts, father.”

“It is a necessity, my daughter. That being said, what is your decision, Zoe Thompson? Will you be our champion?”

She sits a little straight at his address. “...If you’ll have me, then yes. But I’ve got a question. …Why can I understand what you’re saying? What I hear and what you’re saying are completely different.”

“Oh!” Lin’s face brightens with a quick clap of her hands. “That’s because all jackets are linked to a shared database. From the moment you bonded to it, your jacket studied your language and incorporated it into our automatic translation feature. What I’m more curious about is how your guardian knows our language.”

I grin and lift my ringed hand. “Comes with a universal translator. To my ears, you all speak my language.”

“...I did not know Terra was so technologically advanced,” the king murmurs curiously.

“Oh, it’s not. I got my hands on this bad boy through circumstances some would call impossible. I—”

“Oh!”

Zoe turns to me in panic.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just answered for both of us, right? Shit! I’m sorry. I just—he asked, and then said yes without thinking.”

“...You realise it’s my job to help people, yeah?” I point out. “I’d have said yes even if you told them that you’d hand in the tech jacket away. Besides, the Kresh don’t seem so tough.”

“So you’re in?”

I nod.

“...Good. Two champions is more of a boon than I could ask for. I am sure Veln would love to study your capabilities. As for you, Zoe Thompson, you will be receiving Gelderia’s storied warrior training. Powerful you may be, you are still a novice to our ways. Take the day to settle in. Perhaps partake in our cuisine, or see the sights. Hereafter, your time on this planet will be rigorous if you are to win us this war.”

【—〄—】

Three days later, I get to witness Zoe being shot at. It’s a lot funnier than it sounds. We’re in a forest off Gelderia’s capital city. Apparently, it’s used for basic warrior training and is fitted with a ton of highly advanced obstacle courses, circuits, and exercises, at least compared to Earth. Zoe’s still currently stuck on the first one.

…Then again, it’s been like what? Three days?

“OW!”

I burst out laughing. Zoe whirls around as her metal facemask retracts from her face.

“YOU DICK!”

Nurr taps something into her forearm-mounted screen and sighs. “Eight out of twelve!”

The helmet slams shut over head head as she flips me off. Twelve metal cubes have been planted into the ground around her, forming a circle maybe thirty metres across. Each one has a little target sticking out of the top or either the left or right sides. The cubes are lasers, and to disable them she needs to blast the targets. Doing so knocks the lasers out of commission for a little while.

The problem is dodging the lasers when they first fire.

“Again,” Nurr says, tapping on her forearm.

The targets disappear back into the cubes before popping up in different directions. I’m sitting comfortably beneath the shade of a tree outside the circle with Princess Lin. 

One of the cubes flashes cherry red. Zoe jerks sideways the instant it fires. A sizzling bolt passes through where her head was. Another fires behind her and she twists out of the way with less effort than before. Three and four come almost simultaneously. Zoe shoots upwards, narrowly avoiding all four.

“Great momentum!” Nurr calls.

The fifth cube fires and, this time, Zoe sees it—which is precisely the problem she’s been having these past few days. Instead of letting the jacket move for her, she throws herself sideways. Another lazy shot from behind her catches her ankle and sends her spinning through the air.

“Six!” Lin cheers.

Zoe lands on her feet, helmet opening up around her sweaty face. “Lin, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I am, but then how will you know how well you’re doing?”

Nurr shakes her head. “Your jacket can react faster than you can, Thompson. Stop fighting it.”

“I’m trying!”

“That is precisely the issue. We will go again.”

Another target pops up. Zoe ducks, but nothing happens, so she slowly straightens.

“Did it break or some—!”

The cube shoots her in the chest. She stumbles back and falls onto her ass. I laugh so hard I fall out of my chair. Princess Lin wipes a few stray tears from her eyes, stopping her giggles to look at me on the ground. She continues laughing once she sees I’m alright.

“FUCK!”

“One!” I crow amidst my cackles.

…Man. Three days on Gelderia and I’ve learned two important things about Princess Lin. One, she’s nowhere near as formal when her dad isn’t around. Two, she finds Zoe getting hurt fucking hilarious. Naturally, we get along great.

Zoe pushes herself out of the dirt. “...I’m really starting to hate this exercise.”

“Again,” Nurr says mercilessly, resetting the cubes.

She gets back into position, grumbling the entire time.

Deep down, beneath an entire sea of amusement, I get why she’s struggling. We spend our entire lives learning to train our motor functions. Something flies at your face, you duck or catch it. If you trip, your arms rush out to save your face. Stopping for the supercomputer wrapped around your body to save your bacon is an entirely Gelderian instinct. Hell, these tech jackets are closer to a second body than they are armour. Supposedly, a trained Gelderian can hand over the granular side of a fight to their AI and focus entirely on the general stuff.

The issue is, Zoe keeps getting in its way. She squares up as the targets recalibrate, shoulders drooping a little as she eases into her stance. It’s a decent start. The first shot comes, and she glides a few inches to the left. The second dodge is more her than the jacket, but for the next handful, she doesn’t so much as twitch until the armour does it for her.

“Nice,” Lin yells between cupped hands. “Like that!”

Zoe shoots sideways as another bolt passes beneath her.

“That’s it,” Veln says, chasing Lin’s encouragement. “Do nothing!”

“Again, terrible fucking advice!” Zoe calls out, starting to turn but stops herself. 

The jacket drops her flat onto her back an instant before the laser passes overhead, then wrenches her back onto her feet.

“W-Whoa,” she half-giggles. “That was crazy!”

…It’s definitely an improvement, but time to throw a wrench into the mix. I stretch my hand out into a fist and focus. A green Jack-in-the-Box punching glove appears behind her. Nurr sees it and looks directly at me. I put a finger to my lips and let loose as the toy sends Zoe onto her ass. She’s too preoccupied with successfully dodging the next blast to relinquish control of herself so quickly.

Current Charge: 100%

“AH!”

She goes face-first into the dirt.

The construct disappears as Zoe slowly pushes herself onto her hands and knees. Her helmet retracts. There is murderous rage in her blue eyes.

“You.”

I point at myself. “Me?”

“YES, YOU!”

She launches at me. I shoot straight up as she tears through the space I was sitting in. Lin squeals in amusement and dives out of her chair while Zoe rockets after me.

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

I twist over my shoulder, weaving between trees, the bark explodes as Zoe splits the wood effortlessly. “SURRENDER TO THE AI!”

“YOUR ASS IS GONNA SURRENDER PLENTY ONCE MY FOOT’S UP THERE!”

…Oh shit. She’s starting to gain on me. I bank around a tree and throw up a wall behind me. Zoe crashes straight through it, so I accelerate.

“STOP DOING IT YOURSELF!” I shout back. “BECOME ONE WITH THE MACHINE!”

I loop back towards the clearing and drop beside Veln. Zoe lands a second later but I’m already cowering behind Lin.

She points at me over Lin’s shoulder. “Fight me, you bum.”

“No.”

“Coward!”

Nurr walks up behind her. “At this rate, Thompson, you will not be ready.”

Zoe’s attention falls off me. “For what?”

“The assault.”

“What assault?” I add.

“The Kresh maintain a military installation on Gelderia’s moon. It serves as a forward operating base for their incursions on our world. It also allows them to maintain supply lines for prolonged engagements.”

“How have you not blown it up?”

“We have tried.”

Her expression says enough about how those attempts went. She brings up a hologram. A moon appears above Nurr’s palm, followed by a little red marker on its surface.

“The offensive was set to begin in a month. With Kelda dead, we’ve been forced to delay it, but the longer we wait, the bolder our enemies grow.”

Zoe looks at the hologram. “...So you want me there.”

“Not if you continue getting hit seven times out of twelve.”

Zoe makes a face. “I dodged eight! That means I dodged more than I got hit!”

“In training. Simply relying on your elevated strength will not be enough. You must become a Gelderian champion in every sense of the word. Return to the training lasers.”

She throws her hands up but complies. I glance towards the sun. Actually… Ring, what’s the time?

According to Lantern’s circadian rhythm, it is currently 2:47 PM.

…Oh.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Lin looks at me. “What?”

“I guess that’s it for me, then.” I stretch my arms over my head. “Hey, Zoe!”

She looks over. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ve got important superhero business.”

“Please. You’re getting your ring poked at.”

I start walking backwards. Knowing her, she’s going to pelt me the moment I turn my back on her. She narrows her eyes in irritation, which only proves me right.

“...Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did,” she says. “I’ll get you when you least expect it. A Thousand Years of Death!”

I feel my face pale. “...You wouldn’t.”

She gives me an unreadable smile.

“I’m sleeping with a construct around my ass.”

“I’ll find a way in, don’t you worry!!”

…Now that’s an insane sentence even with context. I take off before she can make good on the threat, heading to the building Veln pointed out to me on our way to court. His workshop occupies most of the upper floor of one of those weird upside-down bucket buildings I saw when we landed.

Veln pokes his head out of the door before I can knock.

“...You’re three minutes late.”

“Sorry?” I offer lamely. “But in my defence, I lost track of time watching Zoe get pelted with lasers.”

Veln grins at me. “...Oh! In that case, you are forgiven. I spent an hour gazing at the training exercise yesterday. It was particularly beneficial. While her physicality far surpasses any Gelderian, her instincts are… different, that much is certain.”

He disappears back inside with a chuckle. I follow him into a room that is literally just greased up chaos incarnate. Half-built machines cover several work tables, and if not that, then there are bits and pieces of unfinished tech jackets scattered between tools. At least, I think they’re tools. But tech jackets have proven themselves to be the Swiss Army knife of tools, so I don’t know why Veln would need them in the first place.

…Unless they’re specialised tools?

I glance up at a robotic arm hanging from the ceiling and then let my eyes fall to an entire section of wall covered in holographic screens. Veln walks over to the largest table and clears a space by sweeping several tools into his arms and dumping them onto another table.

I wince. “Expensive?”

“Extremely.”

“Then why’d you just throw them?”

“They’re durable.”

I take the seat opposite him and steeple my fingers. “Right. How are we doing this, man?”

“I would first like to examine the ring while it is active. With your permission, of course.”

“Go ahead.”

Veln… giggles, I think. I’m not sure that's a good sign. A scanner unfolds from his gauntlet. He runs a scanning light over my hand, then pinches the holographic screen the gauntlet issues and hurls the diagnostics onto a bigger screen on the wall. Naturally, I can’t read any of it, but I do watch Veln’s excitement slowly turn into confusion.

“...Hm.”

“That doesn’t sound promising,” I say.

“It’s not entirely unpromising either. A moment, Lantern.”

He scans it again to no avail.

“You know,” I say, “I’m starting to feel pretty smug about this.”

“You shouldn’t. I have learned nothing.”

“Exactly what I told you would happen, mind you. Mysterious space ring one, alien super-scientist zero.”

He spins his chair towards the wall of screens. “I cannot identify what material it’s composed of.”

…Not exactly a surprise, to be honest.

“Nor can I determine how it stores energy. My utility gauntlet can detect the energy readings present, obviously, but its internal structure is completely inaccessible to my instruments. Where did you acquire it?”

“Found it on Earth—uh, Terra’s,” which is apparently what people call Earth here, “moon. It’s a long story. I’ve no clue what its origins are.”

“Was there anything else?”

“Nope. Woke up, had the ring on.”

“You woke up on a moon? Do you live there? If not, who put you there?”

“Again, long story, and the answer to your questions are: yes, no, I don’t know.”

“...Curious.” Veln starts tapping the table. “And there was no technical documentation or instruction of some kind that its AI could provide? I’m confident it has one. I’ve seen you communicate with it aboard the Kresh ship.”

“None.”

“Do you mean to tell me that you possess perhaps the most advanced piece of technology my civilisation has ever encountered and know virtually nothing about it?”

I roll my eyes. “Okay that’s going too far, I didn’t say I know nothing about it. That energy you sense is willpower. Actual willpower. The emotion’s distilled into energy that powers the ring. It’s how I recharge it and it fuels everything I do.”

“...Willpower?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but—”

“What about other emotions? Joy, rage, hope, anger, love! Could they be harnessed too?”

…Could I, Ring?

This ring requires Will to function.

I groan. Of course this is how it replies.

“I don’t know, Veln. Theoretically if you had some other ring tapped into those emotions, but not mine. And no, my planet’s moon does not grow these rings. Waking up on the moon and finding this ring on my finger was one strange situation, but I doubt it’s the cause.”

“What functions does it possess? Thus far, I have listed down…” Veln looks down at his gauntlet. “Constructs, translation, storage, life support, and faster-than-light travel.”

“There are a few more,” I say. “I can scan things. To some degree, it can do anything provided I supply enough willpower. But I’m limited by my own knowledge and the ring’s store of willpower. Probably a bunch of other shit I’m forgetting.”

“Probably?”

“Look, dude, it didn’t come with a handbook. I basically cobbled this together on my own!”

Veln’s looking at me like I’m stupid.

“...Your ring possesses an artificial intelligence. Did you not think to just ask it?”

“Ask it what?”

“What functions it possesses! That ought to be separate from a user manual of sorts, no? A list perhaps”

My mouth opens but nothing comes out.

His lips twitch into a grudging smile. “Truly? Is this what I should expect from Terrans?”

“S-Shut up,” I stutter.

Veln starts laughing.

“Fuck you! I’ve been busy!”

…Ring?

Awaiting instruction.

I rub my face. “List all available functions.”

Green light spills forth from the Oan sigil on my finger, widening into a holographic screen. I follow the expanding entries and hurriedly scroll with my free hand and start reading. A lot of these are things I’ve already figured out by foreknowledge or dumb luck but I keep scrolling and encounter a whole host of other functions, too:

Energy Absorption

Invisibility / Light Refraction

Environmental Playback

Preset Conditions

Thought Relay

Emergency Beacon

Homing Beacon

…Okay. Maybe I really am an idiot. The ring has an AI whose entire purpose is to help me use it, and apparently I’ve spent the last six months treating it like a glorified Siri instead of checking if there was a settings page equivalent. Why the fuck haven’t I asked? Ever since I woke up on the Moon, I’ve had answers nobody else does. Maybe, at some point, I got used to being the guy who knows best.

…Either that, or it’s down to Omni-Man tanking my mental health. I spent months obsessing over what to do when Omni-Man finally became a problem. How much suffering could I have saved if I just asked the super AI for rudimentary information?

I keep scrolling. …Christ. Maybe having foreknowledge doesn’t mean I know everything. Who knew?

…Wait, what the fuck is that?

Ring Duplication.

Veln leans in. “...What?”

Please tell me this does what I think it does. …Ring, explain Ring Duplication to me?

This power ring is capable of automatically duplicating itself. Each duplicate typically shares the qualities and capabilities of the original ring. However, like the original ring, it still requires recharging. Duplication requires exactly 50% of charge, meaning a power ring below 50% Charge cannot be duplicated.

I read over the words that type themselves on the holographic screen, even as the AI reads them directly into my head. A grin starts pulling at my face.

“You appear pleased,” Veln says.

I shoot out of my chair and haul him into a hug, lifting him clear off the ground.

“YOU BEAUTIFUL ALIEN BASTARD!”

“What?!”

“You just solved my battery problem!”

“You had a battery problem?!”

“And I can make more!”

“More what?!”

“ME’S!”

Veln stops struggling in my grip. “...What?”

I drop him abruptly. My heart is hammering at the implications alone. This means more rings. I look down at the little green ring that’s been one of a kind since I landed in this universe.

…Holy shit. I can make Green Lanterns!

Right. A lot of stuff is about to spiral this arc. The arc won't end with just the Gelderia stuff either. Remember, the opening chapter of this arc had an entire talk about the Coalition and the Viltrumites. I'll just say that none of you are gonna expect this arc's happenings lmao. Look forward to it! ^^

I'll be back with more Invincible next Friday. Monday and Wednesday next week will be for DxD, but have hope! After next Friday, the following Monday and Wednesday will be for Invincible. Call it a faux 3x a week update rate lmao. Essentially it'll go something like this:

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I also might be editing the Patreon tiers. Potentially beefing up the backlog for both fics, but that's long-term. For the time being, I just want to write at the rate I know I can. Now, goodnight all! ^^