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?")
[REPLY TO REVIEWS:]
Mailmon: YES! It was a reference to wolverine!
KRKing: Yeah, man. Titan Jason!
[END OF REVIEWS.]
(Author's Note: The shapes/figures of Humans and Androids will be talked of in the same likeness)
(Jason's Voice will change under the circumstances, his normal voice used will still be a deep one, but will change over time)
(If you don't like the temporary name Subject X, then give me some Nicknames!)
People promoted to "Interactive Members" Of The Story:
Mailmon
KRKing
Please do PM me or review on future chapters if you wish to see a change/something happen in the now crossed universe of Friday The 13th and Nier: Automata!
V: The Search
Step One: Complete,
Diverse Factor Introduced,
Another Path To Take,
Another Path To Travel,
All Personnel Aboard The Bunker,
Working To Trace The Signal,
To Find It,
To Find HIM.
To Find Out What He Was.
To Find Out Who He Was.
To Find Out What He Could Do.
They Wanted Him.
They Needed Him.
[The Bunker]
[4 Days After...]
4 Days had passed since the unveiling of what could be considered the biggest unknown ever discovered by YoRHa.
Machines talking, behavior of the machines, the constant changes to earth? Pfft...nothing compared to what was recorded on live feed that day.
All previous operations that were scheduled before hand were canceled. Any on-going missions were finished in the utmost hurry, mainly just to get done with them so we could have all hands, A.I, and eyes on the radar. All making sure that if an irregularity appeared, and it matched the unregistered Black Box serial number, that we could swiftly take action and bring all necessary aid we could think of to him.
It could be considered greed, all the way up to an unhealthy obsession with the Commander.
We all knew what she was thinking, we all had the same mindset.
We had Special Analyzers come in and examine every single bit of information on what we had on Subject X.
The title was simply stapled to him because we were not given a name or credentials on his serial numbers service record, as well as being shrouded in mystery, so they coined him "Subject X".
Unheard of amounts of energy radiating off of him, the energy itself coming from origins unknown as well.
It took 2 days just to make sure the words spoken through comms were real, and the energy picked up by remote sensing wasn't faulty wiring.
The one thing that had took the most out of the 2 days, was the fact that he both had the shape of a...Human, as well as the internal organs of one, with apparent old technology screwed onto his bones and wrapped around the organs in what seemed like a very painful torture method.
In any case, he is quite literally the only living, physical confirmation to being remotely close to a Human still on earth, as impossibly large as he was. But, all things could be explained if given enough sound logic.
The video taken from 9S's and 2B's visual output was astounding to say the least. So many angles to study, so many variables not yet taken into account.
The only thing we could get out from it all was that Subject X is unbelievable in ways thought impossible until now, and that if we wanted to divulge ourselves in receiving any hard evidence to what he REALLY was, then we would have to wait, wait until his signal pulls through...
Hour after hour went by, Operator after operator checking in and out of the Command center to recharge and have their A.I chip's regular checkup for maintenance and corruption cleansing, you can never be too careful, even in these dire, confusing times.
The Commander herself never left the scene, staring non-stop at the holographic image of the flat faced world, many blips of red popped up on the screen, many at a time, many every hour, she worked without break.
The Commander gave orders to get a visual of the area where the beacons were being sent, all of them were either fallen combat androids, or minor changes in the environment as a whole, all of them turned up without any indication that he was around.
We were starting to give up hope on the third day, that maybe, Subject X had expired on his way to land, or maybe even at the bottom of the sea, and was irrecoverable. Commander had paled at such a notion, and shoo'ed away the operator who was at the peak of losing all belief that his signal would never manage to show.
We couldn't ignore all of the signs of distress on earth, a few missions had been given out, for the sake of having a ground base operational.
As well as sending supplies to checkpoints and helping out the Resistance Camp.
Units had been gathered and were sent out in troves, all searching for any traces, any footsteps, any sign that he may have been in the vicinity before.
Then came the 4th day...
Everybody had believed that the fourth was going to be just another 24 hours...
Androids walking back and forth, sifting through Intel, locations...
Then an Emergency message was sent through to one of the present operators.
[The Fourth Day]
It's been hectic these last few days, no one seemed to be able to move 5 inches after completing a task of aerial observation without the commander demanding you to do something else, giving order after order. Never-ending.
It was plausible, this WAS a very big deal.
It had come around to being about 9 o'clock in the morning when a tip came in from one of the ground units stationed near the resistance camp.
The Android leader of the resistance camp, Anemone, had given extremely valuable information on the where-a-bouts of Subject X, though, not in the exact way the commander had expected.
When the commander had sent the Androids to the resistance camp, she had ordered them to ask around for anything regarding an "Engels Sized Android" that was peaceful to Androids.
The questioning all came back as a negative, and had asked them to please report any unusual sightings.
That was the third day.
Thinking about anything that was of note lately, something had sprung from the memories of them all.
Apparently, when the tip had been received, and brought through to the commander, she was surprised about this "Unusually shaped and clothed Android" that had occasional interactions with them in the past, and rarely still.
At first, the Commander had believed it to be nothing but a joke, but then the reports became more detailed. The reason why was because the android was described as being unnaturally tall for an Android, albeit not gigantic. Having tanned skin, something not in the usual with Androids seeing as how Androids had a completely pale complexion. A rather muscular build outlined the clothes that hid his body. The clothes themselves previously known to be extinct and its production had halted many millennium ago.
Everything up till then was questionable, the clothes had the most impact, both the strange figure and subject X had anciently outdated apparels, and a muscular build.
Though, the icing on the cake was the last and most important detail, the figure had worn a Mask...
From the exact placement of the holes, all the way down to the chevrons.
The Commander didn't know if the figure had anything to do with Subject X, the fact that they were also an unknown, yet obviously had the form of a Human was just as convincing as the Mask.
So...they had a heading...
Send the most professional team to the Surface of earth and to the Resistance camps, try and search and ask for anymore leading clues to the location of the Mask-wearer, and hopefully get confirmation on Subject X.
The Commander had suspicions of the Mask-wearer, there was too much pointing to that both were the same yet different, she just couldn't tell how.
Not wasting time with anymore futile, controversial debate with herself, the Commander had appointed the Units 2B and 9S for this Important Operation.
Giving permission to use the Flight Units, they gathered at the Hangar.
[Bunker| Flight Unit Hangar]
[With 2B and 9S]
If you were a normal person, going along your day, believing it to be just some other day, would you expect somewhere in that day that something life threatening would appear?
It was normal for 2B and 9S, it was in their given purpose. To fight back the machines that had invaded earth. There was never truly a time of peace or safety.
Even if you were in constant danger, and you were used to it, what would happen if a Hero would appear and save you from a day's hectic antics?
It would change your perspective, on why you're fighting, why you have to be near danger at all times, and why death was always a viable option.
But most of all, it turns you to the Hero, you would look up to the Hero, eyes glazed and wanting. Wanting to be like them. To be strong, to make a change in the daily suffering.
That was what was at stake in this mission. Either we find and help Subject X, or we lose an extraordinarily massive game changer...
So as they were preparing their assigned flight units, and going over their briefings, they had this twitch in the back of their minds.
What would happen if we didn't find him? What would become of us? Would nothing change at all? Would we slip into an even more dire state?
By the small amount of time within The Bunker between Subject X's appearance and the 4th day, it was considered taboo to speak or think of such things.
It only brought the moral of the others down.
So when the coordinates were inputted into our respected units, we held our heads high and in hope.
If things were to get even marginally better, we would have to try our best out there.
And without further thought, we shot off, and to the drop point.
We would not fail...
Not Again.
[Surface Of Earth]
[City Ruins]
Abandoned and ruined...a city stood in shambles, like ghosts were the only inhabitants in it now. All except minor machines and Ginormous creatures.
Rooted into the ground, overgrowing the height of the concrete skyscrapers, thicker than steel, trees reached the sky.
A lone masked figure stood in the light of one of its limbs, looking to the sky.
"I think...that would be enough time..."
He had waited four consecutive days for this to happen, he had planned to have them go in directly to the resistance camp and start asking questions so that they may quickly find him.
It had...gone awry.
Instead of the planned two days, it had ended up four. The reason, unknown. Presumably because they had scoured the land first instead of asking questions first, which was, to him, the smartest first step to take.
He couldn't just stroll up to one of the units and cause a mass confusion, he would have to let them figure it all out first, to let their minds clear before he sent the signal.
If he DID send the signal so soon, it would be suspicious. Would you believe a heavily wounded individual could heal so fast? No. Androids could not even achieve such a thing.
He did not come here to establish that he was some unknown secret super weapon. Regular Android repair took a few days if not more.
So, he would wait a few days, the extra two days no bothering him as much as the waiting itself just for them to catch on to the interactions he had with the resistance camp...
"How could an entire organization miss the one thing that was so plain to the eyes?"
Of course, he knew that the resistance camp and YoRHa did not have a regular communication basis with each other. The resistance camp was more of like a group of Stranded Androids left on the earth.
The fact that Anemone, the poor soul, had been asked the most outrageous question she had ever heard, it made him huff both in amusement and annoyance.
"Why couldn't they just be more specific and ask about specific details the first time around?"
Because of the ground units and possibly Command's slip up, it had cost them an entire day of reconnaissance.
But finally, early in the day today, while stalking around the units that had visited the Resistance camp, he heard both Anemone and YoRHa unit conversing. More specifically, about him.
He turned a little giddy, at that moment, "Commander White is finally piecing the puzzle together," he had thought.
A gleaming white light shined through the clouds, the descent of his long awaited company gliding to the Camp.
"Just a little more." he said monotonously to himself, eyes still trailing along with the flight units.
"And it appears to be a more personal visit...I wonder what they'll say," he remembered the feeling those two presences gave off, it was the two Androids he had saved back then.
"So...the Poor Paradox of a Couple, again on the spearhead of all YoRHa's important actions. What a wonderful four day reunion this will be."
Deciding on giving them just a little more slack to track him down to his approximate location, he would then send the signal out, finally relieving them of the long stressful hours that were behind them, holding their shoulders down.
"Ugghhhh...there is going to be a lot of explaining to do..."
Resigning to his fate, the lone figure retreated back into the shadows, absorbing him and leaving no hint behind.
What A Hassle
[Closing In On The Resistance Camp On Foot]
[With 2B and 9S]
We landed softly on the top floor of one of the many buildings. An infinite expanse of green grass made the flooring of the city, the meadow spread throughout the streets.
Sights set on the way-point leading to the Camp. We needed information.
We were thankful for the time we had to clear the zone around the area, no machines visible.
So, we simply sprinted down the floors, all the way to the bottom.
The sky, baby blue, pure white clouds.
A fence, reinforced with spare scrap, quite higher than last time they had checked. Both entering the stray bunch of buildings that had their insides de-cluttered.
A cloth gazebo splayed across the sides, blocking out the sun for the Androids underneath, many of them stopping with their work to look to us.
Spare parts, buds of flowers, Android, small piles of old tires, defect machine arms, Android.
The whole place had actually changed considerably so, it was a lot cleaner and more welcoming.
We looked around, scanning for the leader.
One of the Androids in the shade stepped out, it was Anemone, we leisurely walked to her, meeting her halfway.
"Uhh...You're Number 2, right?" Anemone spoke, unsure of the Android in-front of her.
"Hmm...You know 2B?" 9S was a little surprised, not expecting for the Resistance to learn of their names, even if just model numbers.
"Um...Yes, well, the Bunker told me to expect you."
That was all the explanation we needed. So we hurried along.
"So...I guess you two are here for information about your...Ahem, Big Search?" The subtleness of the problem at hand was worrying.
"Yes." 2B confirmed
"We are here for a more in depth description and knowledge of all past transactions you have made with this individual?"
Anemone shifted her weight to one side, arms crossed.
"What's the big deal about him anyway? The first mention about a mask and you all swarm here like a bunch of machines."
"Classified" 2B superficially stated
Anemone narrowed her eyes.
"I know that you and Bunker want to know about him. But, YoRHa has never been this interested in anything before, ever. Especially only one person."
2B and 9S were confused why the face change occurred, but then noticed the others in the camp.
The small time between the mention of the unnamed man and the denial of Anemone's question had apparently been enough time for the Resistance Androids to surround us in a half-circle formation.
Our attention returned to Anemone.
Tension was rising in the camp, everyone on edge and ready for anything.
We didn't want this to end violently, we needed the information, but it seemed like it wouldn't be readily given.
"So...how about you tell us why he's so important to you."
"And if we withhold the reason?" 2B, beginning to tread thin waters
"Then I'll refuse." She shot back quickly
This wasn't expected at all. Never once had the camp showed such aggressive behavior to YoRHa.
Both 9S and 2B raised their eyes in understanding.
"Umm..." 9S muttered out.
"How well do you exactly know him?"
Anemone glared at 9S as if he was the epitome of evil.
"Well enough to say he's the closest thing we have to a saint on this wasteland of a world. So with that in mind, I'll ask again, why do you want to know about him."
The other androids shifted silently to portray the amount of protection they reserved for him.
2B grunted silently, mulling over the only option she had left to salvage this.
She couldn't become aggressive herself, she knew. She couldn't continue to deny them what they want, they would stop supporting YoRHa and become a hostile faction themselves.
So the only viable, sensible thing to do, was to negotiate. Command had given permission to use limited information to get information. A smart yet risky move.
Compiling everything that was to currently tell about him, and sifting through it all, she gave an answer.
"We're not here to harm anyone, just like you all, we've seen that he isn't someone that deserves to be hunted down. He had...helped us...and then disappeared. We only want to make sure that we repay him and hope that we could talk to him face to face."
The entire camp had visibly lost a considerate amount of the thick atmosphere that had been produced. People loosening their tightened stances.
Anemone, though, looked as if she still had her doubts.
9S, not missing a beat, tried to sooth the last bit of discomfort in Anemone.
"You've also wondered though, right? About what he is I mean."
Anemone now raising an eyebrow, actually finding common ground with the visiting YoRHa Androids.
"Yes, actually. We thought that he was another Android that was left on earth, or that for some reason an old model had regained conscious."
9S, sighed. Now able to explain in a more clear sense about the reason behind the commotion about the masked man.
"Well, we've been rocking our minds back and forth about him. And, just like you, we want to know where he came from, as well as why we haven't heard about him."
Anemone, feeling that she could answer the last one spoke up. "We didn't really get into contact with Bunker because we though YOU actually knew about him, but just didn't care. It seems we both got the wrong idea. Sorry about the threat.
Anemone laughed at the last one, though it wasn't really a laughing matter at all.
2B now trying to get a move on with it, "Now that we understand each other, could you please tell us of his usual routes?"
Now letting her arms fall to her sides, anemone complied.
"We don't really see him coming into the camp, but a few of us have walked with him quite a ways into the city. Talking. He's pretty interesting for a person who never shows his face. And for someone who's voice sounds like it was dragged through a gutter and down a shaft."
"That really doesn't give us alot-" 9S's thoughts quickly drawn back
"Oh! He did give us a point on the map where he usually stays."
Anemone, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper with a layout design for the city with a few circles and dots of red.
She scanned the map, "Now where...Ah!...Here."
She pointed to once of the red circles, a square inside of it, meaning a building.
"We haven't really seen him for the past few days, but it's usual in his case. He comes around every once in a while and helps the camp with our personal needs, and get this. He doesn't really ask for much in return, just a few parts and pieces of cloth. That's why we call him a saint."
Both 2B and 9S mentally taking pictures of the place and mapping the coordinates out.
We weren't going to tell her about the happening back at the Machine server, especially now that they knew how much respect is shown towards him with a title like "Saint". It would only frenzy them into rushing to the building, with or without them.
They wanted to be as covert as possible.
So simply blabbering about what could possibly be the near death of their "Saint" would not be a very bright of a thing to do.
Nodding and giving a quick thanks to Anemone, they headed out of the camp and hurried to the location on the map.
YoRHa and now even the Resistance Camp depended on this operation.
So locking in on the position of the building and setting their way-point, they sprinted off.
Too many people already worrying about him was a well enough deciding factor that they needed him.
For Morale support.
For Answers.
(Author's Note: Please do message me if you want me to change the level of difficulty that Jason has on his journey to change the future. Or add anything you want to the story, it's all plausible options.)
(Again, the poll for Jason having a "Partner," wink wink nudge nudge, is still open, if you want someone specifically, then please say Yes! and then select one of the choices presented. Or PM me the character if the choice is not presented)
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Jason Influence:
{Resistance Camp}: Jason has helped out the Resistance camp, more specifically-in Jason's "Grace Period" of exploration. He had helped them in many ways such as asking them of their troubles and needs. He had listened and helped them. The overall Morale in the camp had increased ten-fold, now having something to look forward to every few days.
{The Bunker (YoRHa)}: Morale in YoRHa, as well, has increased. The idea of having an outsider as an ally, an effective one at that, exhilarates them into happy thoughts of what all could happen. But many questions still brew, many, belonging to Commander White.