Past 1: CH 6 Part 1 The Sleeping Beauty Matrix

📢 Hey everyone, Reaper 800 here! 📚 The temporal trackers are updating with absolute narrative precision! Grab your soul crystals and lock in, because the data sheets are officially cleared for the epic premiere of Chapter 6, Part One: THE SLEEPING BEAUTY MATRIX! ⚔️ 👚 The Y2K Streetwear Shelter 👖: Safe inside her ruined bedroom layout, Princess Sheree rests in her 45% bipedal form, her yellow-and-black split streetwear jeans and cropped top fully mapping her hybrid resolve! 📖 The Bedtime Chronicle Logs 📜: To soothe her panic, I read out her father's ancient leather storybook, tracking historical files from my 800-year past, my duel with Nanook, and the origin of Vantablack until she falls fast asleep! 🎆 The Quantum Firework Beacon 💥: Tucking her safely into her bed, I stride into the shattered royal throne room and launch a world-shaking Quantum firework display into the grey clouds to force a final battle layout against Enchainer Drago! Like | Share | Comment 👉 Follow my profile for Chapter 6, Part Two — THE THRONEROOM SHOWDOWN! 👑 PAST 1: SHEREE BACKSTORY 🧪 Chapter 6, Part One: The Sleeping Beauty Matrix The heavy, tattered silk drapes of the royal bedchamber rustled softly as I extended my armored gauntlets, gently helping Princess Sheree up from the cold floorboards. Her statuesque, fur-coated legs wobbled heavily on her polished equine hooves, but I safely guided her weight until she sat down comfortably on the edge of her tattered mattress layout. Her arms and stomach were still coated in that sleek layer of Light Bay colored fur, her upper body fully wrapped beneath her loose white cropped top and torn yellow-and-black Y2K streetwear long jean shorts. Reaper 800: [Leaning back against her stone dresser, my intense blue optics glowing behind my white tech-skull mouth mask] "Take a breath, partners. The perimeter is locked down. Tell me, Princess Sheree... how long have you actually been locked away inside this castle?" Princess Sheree: [Her voice a soft, glitched whisper, her velvety horse ears twitching in deep melancholic sadness] "It... it was 130 years ago. I was only ten years old at that time when I was brought here to take over the kingdom. The royal guards always helped me, fed me, and showed me around the palace parameters..." Reaper 800: [Letting out a sharp, deadpan shonen sigh, crossing my arms over my fancy suit uniform] "I see. But Princess... you need to look at the telemetry data logically. Those noble knights, your servants, and every single person in your courtyard are actually completely automated robots. You've been entirely lonely this entire time. And to be completely honest with you, your father is the absolute worst father in galactic history. Leaving his own daughter isolated in an empty castle loop? What kind of terrible dad does that?" Princess Sheree: [Her cyan eyes widening in sudden shock, her midnight-black pony shaking] "You... you actually knew my father?" Reaper 800: [Letting out a bitter shonen chuckle under my mask] "Oh, yes. I know that jerk all too well. It was 162 years ago when he was a king, but he's actually an Aeon whose role became the Aeon of Heroism. He always sprints across the universe to save people's lives—he doesn't care about the castle properties anyway, he just farms hero metrics! But I never expected him to be the worst father alive." Hearing the legendary tale of her father's past, Sheree's eyes drifted toward the floorboards. Moving her newly fused three-fingered hands, she reached underneath her tattered bed frame and pulled out a dusty, heavy, ancient leather-bound book. Reaper 800: "What is that book you're holding, partners?" Princess Sheree: [Cradling the heavy cover, a warm smile breaking across her face] "It is my favorite bedtime storybook... it tracks the history of the Astral Express. I've read all of it, but I can't believe the main character was actually you. My dear father write a story about you around 800 years ago, back when you were a God of War serving under Nanook before you battled the main headquarters of the IPC..." I stood completely frozen, my blue optics widening in absolute, comically bewildered anime shock behind my tech-mask as she flipped the ancient parchment sheets. Princess Sheree: "It describes your full journey... how you met a cute little bunny rabbit conductor wearing a red coat, I believe the name was Pom-Pom? And how you fixed Vantablack! But there are pages here about two strange travelers... who is the woman with the white hair, and the other lady with the odd eye colors?" Reaper 800: [Slapping my gauntlet against my forehead with a highly embarrassed, comically unhinged shonen grin] "Oh wow... I cannot believe that absolute jerk write a story about me and turned it into a bedtime story! Well, let me un-riddle the timeline files for you, Princess. The one with the white hair is a first-generation Void Hunter from the future. She accidentally time-traveled 298 years into the past and helped me fix my broken companion robot. And that lady with the odd eye colors a lady sunbringer herself! She did some illegal time-traveling too, and I give her big trouble, warning her: 'Do not messed up time!' But she did fit my companion anyway. I named him Vantablack because back then he looked exactly like a round black potato! Lady sunbringer is actually laughing hysterically at that name, but it was a perfect name anyway. Then she safely teleported back to her own time and teleported that her timeline." Princess Sheree listened intently, her heavy equine breathing smoothing out into a calm, peaceful rhythm as she flipped to the final illustrated chapter. Reaper 800: "And oh my God, he did the story about I went to Sol-3! Let me tell you, it's actually a wonderful place, but it's completely run by monsters known as TDs and Echoes—some good, some bad. That planet is exactly where I fully awakened my Aeon parameters and beat the absolute crap over 10,000 TDs they’re very powerful to take down. And on the moon or see the draw on the moon battle between me and Nanook yeah it’s worth a tie back then. After the moon fight, I returned to the planet's surface and saw a teenager whose life was fading. To save her life, I put inside her body a Stellaron. Her name was Vesperine... my first girlfriend for our journey at Astral Express. So yeah... that's the true story of what happened." As my deep, deadpan voice finished reciting the ancient lore logs, the soothing, rhythmic melody of the bedtime chronicle acted like a perfect Sleeping Beauty matrix script. The child's wax crayon drawings inside the heavy album layout perfectly visualised our historical records. Through Sheree's eyes, an over-the-shoulder look down at the pages revealed a stylized crayon drawing of Lady Sunbringer, beautifully matching the Zenless Zone Zero aesthetic with a sleek black uniform layout, two sharp mechanical robot horns on her head, and prominent mismatched odd eye colors—featuring one brilliant electric blue eye and one blazing yellow-amber eye. The next page revealed a highly detailed, colorful crayon sketch of a 16-year-old Vesperine in her teenager form. The illustration flawlessly tracked her look as a Barghest half-thiren hybrid beast, showing her long midnight-black hair, alert black wolf ears standing tall on her head, striking red eyes, and a large, black fluffy wolf tailswaying softly past her dark purple tech-jacket uniform, with a brilliant purple star glowing directly inside her chest cavity. The intense psychological panic entirely melted out of Princess Sheree's system as she traced the artwork. Her eyelids grew heavy, her velvety horse ears drooped calmly, and she softly leaned her head over, falling fast asleep in her 45% horse-girl form directly onto my bare shoulder. I sat silently beside her, my bare light-skinned arms with less muscle mass fully visible as my combat-gloved hands held up the front cover of the book, displaying its bold gold text title: [AEON OF SOUL]. Gently placing my armored arm behind her back, I lifted her 45% transformed frame and laid her down perfectly onto her bed, pulling the tattered blankets up to her chin so she could have a good, peaceful sleep. I leaned over her sleeping form, my blue optics flashing softly as I gave an honest shonen statement to the quiet room. Reaper 800: [Looking down at her sleeping horse-girl face, my voice a quiet whisper] "Rest well, Princess Sheree. I have the cure for her with a Red Potion so I don't have it yet, but I will bring it for her. Don't you worry about a thing, partners. Once this contract grid is cleared, I will get it from my mansion stash and restore your true form. I promise." I stepped away from her bed, keeping the chamber door completely shut and sealed to guarantee her security. My expression turned stone-cold as I turned my back on her quarters, walking with a heavy, purposeful, echoing stride straight down the tattered corridors into the central royal throne room. Standing right in the center of the shattered masonry, looking up through a massive broken structural hole in the ceiling architecture, I clamped my gauntlets together to activate a high-velocity tactical technique. Above the open gap, the active Hollow environment sky loomed dangerously—a chaotic vortex choked with heavy dark clouds, a bleak grey sky, floating inverted buildings, floating debris, floating futuristic vehicles, and massive floating rocks mimicking a true Hollow Zero spatial anomaly. Reaper 800: "Let's bring the boss fight straight to our doorstep. Quantum Firework Work!!!" BOOM—!!! With a cataclysmic shonen flare, a massive, brilliant barrage of glowing blue and purple Quantum fireworks shot violently straight up through the ceiling hole into the apocalyptic sky, detonating into a roaring, world-shaking neon beacon directly above the castle spires. Miles away, standing on a floating mountain ridge within the dark forest ruins, Enchainer Drago stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his white bone visor upward, his glowing green eyes tracking the massive Quantum light show vibrating directly over the palace roof. Enchainer Drago: [A sinister, multi-layered bio-mechanical grin stretching beneath his mask as he unsheathes his purple katana with a sharp metallic hiss] "There you are, Reaper 800... The princess's telemetry belongs to me. Let's finish this trial once and for all!"