14(Disclaimer: I Do not own the Friday the 13th and Nier:Automata Franchises, I am just a humble writer. I do not currently have the patience, money, or time to make both an amazing Movie Franchise and a Revered Game.)
Bold & Italicized = Jason Thought ("Time To Get To Work")
Bold = Jason Speech ("You can't run. You can't Hide.")
Italicized = Regular Thought ("What...Who is this?!")
Regular = Regular Speech ("Ummm...Mr. Big and Scary, who are you?")
(Author's Note: Jason will basically be a behemoth with many special powers. Jason will not feel pain or gain damage, he may just get really annoyed.)
Jason in himself has many forms, and weapons. He will change his clothing, forms, weapons, etc. according to everything he finds along his way across the wastelands and terrain in and around the world of NieR:Automata. I have honestly only read a little of the wiki and watch a beginner's guide to Nier:Automata as well as the Main/True Endings. All quite depressing and spoilers galore.)
(He is free of his "Mother's" will to avenge her, because Hell is known to free all curses simply by visiting, pretty cool right? Anyway, Jason will have a more free mind and will show cases of Intellectual thought process. Since he can basically be anywhere he wants at anytime, he can be at anyplace in the Timeline of Nier:Automata.)
(Please do point out any errors that you may see, and please do PM me about any lore that is worth of note, and/or that will come in handy in writing this story.)
II: Before The Change
Takes place in the Nier:Automata Timeline: 11945 A.D
(i.e - The beginning of Nier:Automata)
It was supposed to be just another operation.
Get in. Gain Intel. Find and Initiate combat with the Goliath-Class Weapon that was briefed upon. Get out
Self-Destruct if Necessary, all for Humanity...
We weren't prepared for...Outside Assistance.
It was...strange, to say the least.
It didn't look like a Machine.
Yet, it's movements Mirrored one.
Slow, with an almost Calculated killing intent.
It was of resemblance of a Human.
I had seen images of humanity at what is considered it's "Finest".
Data, Dialogue, History.
It was impossible for it to be Human.
An Enormous, old, dark olive-colored Military shirt covered the body.
Like one of the old Military Garbs that Humans used to wear back when us Androids were only fiction and fought their own wars.
It was Titanic, like one of the Goliath-Class themselves.
The flesh it showed looked Black and Decomposed, as if it had been drowned for a very long time.
Why did it have Mercy?
Why didn't it Destroy us?
It disposed of the Engels.
It showed Intelligence.
Usually, determining who is an ally, and who is the enemy comes with such an action.
It chose to side with Us, instead of Them.
It acted as if it knew us.
It had Helped us.
It threw itself in front of the Machines that wanted to decommission our current bodies
As I awaken from my assigned personal chambers, I think.
"Who was that...thing...Was it Machine? Was it Human? Was it another secret Android development, one of such magnitude?"
Us androids were made to look exactly like humans, without Emotion, only Logic.
Soft flesh with a hard exoskeleton underneath that protects us from external damage.
We are under constant refurbishing. To keep us at our best at all times.
The Titan could have obviously have been the first and only model of his series.
Though, with how large he is, it would make sense to abandon him.
The amount of resources that would be wasted just trying to keep his flesh and parts up-to-date.
If he Was affiliated with YoRHa, then even if abandoned, he would be considered the most effective YoRHa unit.
Although, we are not sure how old or new his programming may be...
Seeing how under-maintenance he is.
His model in itself looked to be of an older generation, but if we could get into contact with him again, we could fix him.
Install new parts, dispose all of his worthless, rotten skin.
It worries me, yet it drives me to see it through.
Would we see Him again...should we mark him as a natural Asset, an Ally? Is he capable of speech?
During his unexpected entrance, we picked up static from an unresponsive AI Communication Chip...
Linked to the inside of the behemoth.
After the events of yesterday, it went offline.
We had enough time to log the Black Box signal it was giving off.
Right now, we are hoping for the signal to show up on Bunker's Radar.
Would he be willing to Work Together?
I look up to 9S, "He must be asking himself as well, this was a deviation from any known operations. A Change."
9S, a few feet away from where I am currently laying, humors the situation, "Well...That was something else wasn't it?"
Hmph...
We didn't even know.
That the..."Something Else" was actually the beginning of something we had never been given before...
A Second Chance
1 Day Earlier...
[Ch 01-03: Goliath Battle - {Changed}]
(2B POV)
So much had happened when we departed from Bunker.
Dispatched to eliminate a Goliath-Class Weapon.
My squad was lost to a beam of focused energy.
I enter the facility, the location where the Weapon was supposed to be.
The mindless machines come to me in groups, I cut through.
Defensive systems show up, wanting to stall me and my orders.
I met up with 9S, a scanner type Android.
I have met him many times before, but I am the only one who remembers.
"You're 2B, right?" He asks me...
We may have been made to be emotionless...yet why was it an option?
A feeling always comes to me every time.
Happiness, but more than that...sadness.
I remember my task given to me by Command...What I must do.
If he ever dug too deep into the meaning behind YoRHa, what its hiding.
I would have to...to...
...execute...him...
It feels like I am in a constant state of being disassembled and rebuilt.
To see him so joyful, so hopeful, gives me a smile.
If only he weren't programmed to be so curious...I wouldn't have to do this.
I wouldn't have to go through these forbidden emotions every time.
The thought of always having to do it, brings me a constant frown.
I had just exited the facility where most of the machines were being produced...
Surrounded by water on all sides of the structure...
A steel, concrete bridge lay vast across the body of water, fog overlaying its walkway from far.
An alarm goes off about a connected communication chip.
It's 9S...
"...There should be another facility across that bridge. It's a bit of a hike, but, should we check it out?"
A few seconds pass in silence...
9S starts again, "It's not like Command to get a location wrong. I guess even they get bad intel from time to time, huh?"
Another few seconds pass...
A foreboding feeling behind me, like something is preparing for battle.
"Hmm."
I speak my thoughts.
"I wouldn't bet on that."
As I say those foreshadowing words...
Two massive machine Industrial Excavators(1) slide rather quickly onto the bridge, one on each rim side.
One stopping shorter than the other, the other farther down.
Both raise there many bagged, clawed hands, both catch fire suddenly.
In synced action, they slam down onto the bridge, cutting off both escape routes.
What happened next was an almost one-sided battle, I am very glad that us androids are installed with the Multi-Matter Shifter(2)
I would have definitely gotten shredded if not for it.
They would lower their hands down to the surface of the bridge, still spinning.
Going back and forth, trying to rip me apart or throw me into the sea.
Several minutes had passed with nothing but constant danger.
I managed to give them quite a few dents, and destroy most of their many claws.
A few slashes and bashes, with a constant barrage of energy projectiles.
They stopped suddenly, raising their hands for the last time.
Rolling themselves back the way they slid out of.
I realize something that should've been quite obvious, since I had passed it while walking out of the facility.
"Is that..."
Stunned in short-silence, I stare as the hooks of a gigantic machine lower and attach to both Excavators, pulling them up.
"Target Enemy Detected" was the quick, simple, and effective answer to my unfinished question.
The machine starts to slowly raise itself.
The body twisting around, the Excavators turning from facing up, to facing down.
Effectively becoming a very dangerous, very large set of arms.
I recognize, it was an Engels.
It looked like what is basically if father industrial building met mother industrial excavator, and had a child.
Now complete with its form, it lowers itself, foundry smokestacks ablaze as it bends forward.
Without notice, it straightens itself while jumping out of its holding place.
It was able to achieve ridiculous air time while arcing itself to land directly in front of me.
In the section of cut bridge the first excavator had opened up.
The battle had begun...
First opening its arms into a wide angle, it slams them both together, arms still fiery, shaking the ground as wells as scraping my arm and a part of my leg.
Then, rushing its arms in my general direction.
It would've been quite comical if this situation wouldn't include endangering my objective that was right in front of me.
Such a massive object, trying and failing so many times to eviscerate, squash, and utterly pulverize.
In a third-person point of view, it would've looked like a gigantic building shaped-machine, trying to squash a tiny, annoying pest that kept moving in, out, and around its hands.
Of course, I didn't laugh, this was real, I either completed my objective, or failed, and self-destruct if possible.
"2B!" 9S, flying onto the scene, under its left arm, providing aerial assistance.
"Whats your status!?" he wanted to know if I was alright or not, it was cute.
Anytime I had gotten into danger from any other operation where he was assigned to be my squad-mate, he would always check up on me.
He was very thoughtful, self-conscious, and pretty shy.
I didn't want him to get too attached to me every time his memory is reset, it just makes it worse, for me and him.
But now wasn't the time.
"This is the target. I'm going to destroy it"
His response was as if he was reminded of something he hadn't taken into priority first.
"Uh...right. I'll provide support!"
To put it shortly: He cared more about my state of being, rather than Command's given tasks.
It makes me falter.
We were programmed to only fulfill our given orders. So I should berate him.
We Should not bring emotions to our judgement, for it decreases our chances of picking the correct way of action.
Then, if its wrong...then why does my circuits feel like their constantly sparking, and my insides feel jumbled and out of place.
The fight continued on for several more minutes, not caring for my thoughts or feelings
Though, why would it...It WAS trying to kill us.
The Goliath ducked itself into the ocean
"Alert: incoming enemy attack from below, Proposal: Evade" was the advice given by my Pod.
The ground cracked, concrete protruding up into the air, the bridge seemed to explode.
I fell through, the second level of concrete held, landing and letting go of my Pod that assisted me in hovering down, as well as constant support.
It continued on with its onslaught, the same attacks, just with a little more...irritation behind it.
I slash away at any opportunity I get.
Again, it lowers itself under the water.
Breaking through the concrete's second level, now falling through to the third.
I was now at what could be considered head level with its thigh.
It, again, continued to try and smash us to pieces, failing again, we evaded.
"Hacking in!" 9S informed, it was his many installed abilities, to hack into enemy servers, locomotive systems, their hardware, what made a machine, a machine.
Missiles shot out of the top of the Engels, stopping halfway, a ring of light gold surrounded their base.
A sign of active hacking.
The missiles turning around, and continuing on in the opposite direction, returning to its sender.
Exploding in a magnificent manner of fireworks.
That seemed to be the icing on the proverbial cake, its eyes dimmed for a moment, flashing for briefly a bright red.
It raised its right arm to its highest, and started its slow descent.
"Boost!" yelled 9S, so loud that I could hear it over the constant screeching of metal.
His aerial combat unit smashing itself onto the clawed hand while it was halfway to me.
He grunted, spiraling a little.
He righted himself in the air.
He must have forgotten the other, as equally as threatening arm.
The said arm had made a comeback for its equal's failure.
It had slammed itself against the aerial unit, flinging it higher in the air, dislodging 9S from the open cock-pit.
"9S!" he had started to fall, and on-top of the worst possible place.
He landed on the back of the Engels.
It was to my luck, that the Engels itself seemed to want to shutdown temporarily...
Its body, as softly as a giant could, leaned itself on what was left of the bridge.
"9S" I wanted to make sure he hadn't been too badly damaged.
"9S black box signal detected, no response from communications." my pod faithfully called out, the only insurance I had that he was not down for the count
"I'm going after him!" bold and brash as ever, I make my way up the ladders that trailed the Engels.
The Engels apparently decided that this was the perfect time to reboot, its eyes shining red again, smoke rising.
"Send a support request to Command!" I exclaimed to my Pod.
"Negative. Communications have been jammed." A part of my hope was sent flying off into the salty water below.
Moments pass as tension rises, finally making my way to the top of its back.
What I saw was worrying, yet it wasn't the worst I had seen him.
...Not that he knows, memory wiped and all.
Slates of steel had cushioned his fall, his left arm and leg missing, sparks coming out violently.
Small streams of smoke flowed out and into the air.
Machines had appeared from nowhere, they were the regular sized ones, to my relief.
I swiftly dispatched their hands and limbs from their bodies.
Running my way to where he lays down, "I have to repair him!"
"Pod, get me staunching gel and logic-virus vaccines. Then access the-"
I was interrupted, "Inadvisable. The subject's vital signs are too poor to attempt field repair in the current-"
I returned the favor, angry as my programming can allow, "Shut Up! Just do what I say!"
I run my hands up and down his face, trying to comfort him.
"2B...Just go..." said softly, gaining my attention.
"You shut up too!" I bring my head gently close to his.
He soothingly grabs the bottom part of my palm that was cupping the right of his cheek.
"We...We're sold...iers... We take pride in...our service." he squeezed out, making my synthesized veins shut tightly, bringing me to what could be described as a "Skipped heart beat"
I smile softly, he does this often when we are brought to this outcome.
The aerial flight unit flew into view.
"Ho229 flight unit. Command 677 received." the pod informs, flight unit unraveling itself, presenting the cockpit.
"Usage rights transferred from 9S to 2B. Requesting acknowledgement." mt pod, finished with connecting itself to the unit.
"Please..." he breathes out.
Few seconds pass...
"All right..."
I lay him back down on the metal sheets.
Approaching the flight unit and entering, I begin to ascend.
I make a short blast and glide myself into the view of the Engels.
I plan on taking revenge, and shoving it in its face!
It made sense, I found out...
About an old human saying...
Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.
If only it was the only thing that Hell had to offer
To Be Continued in the next chapter!
I'm sorry for the cliffhanger! But I'll make up for it!
(Author's Note: I have a Poll set up on my profile, where you can vote if Jason should be able to romance and get some Schmexy time with one of the Nier:Automata's characters...2B is off the list because she and 9S are basically made to have a forbidden love with each other.)
(1): Just look up Nier:Automata Walk-through Part 1, or any you-tuber that plays Nier:Automata, it's basically the first boss you ever fight.
(2): I'm not exactly sure what the *Cough*Cheating*Cough* dodging ability is called, so I'll just name it this until someone PM's me about its actual name.