Past 1: CH 6 part 5 The Midnight Nutcracker Kick

👑 PAST 1: SHEREE BACKSTORY Chapter 6, Part five: The Midnight Nutcracker Kick The live 11:08 PM IPC broadcast monitor screens flickered, shifting focus smoothly back to the tattered bedroom chamber timeline as the remaining winners in the studio lounge leaned forward to watch the screen layout. Standing tall in his formal black suit uniform and his signature ivory-white tech-skull half mask, Reaper 800 gestured smoothly toward the console, telling the watch party exactly what happened next during the final baseline recovery tracking sequence. Pushing past the group, Reaper 800 unsealed the gold-ringed capsule pod and gave the pharmaceutical-grade crimson Red Potion directly to Princess Sheree to drink. The absolute microsecond the master cure override fluid entered her system, a brilliant, blinding bright red light violently erupted across her entire 45% transformed frame! The alchemical code was completely erased from her registry. The light bay fur, horse ears, popped ankles, and equine snout vanished into floating white data pixels, and she completely transformed back to normal as her original, beautiful self! Realising she was now fully restored with a radiant flowing white hair layout and elegant elven pointy ears, Vantablack used his compact 71cm speed metrics to jump into action. Moving like a quick little blur, Vantablack speeded up and graciously handed her a brand-new custom outfit to wear, helping her put it on her right away. She stood up wearing a perfect outfit—a highly stylish, pristine white active streetwear bodysuit top paired with a high-fashion, oversized neon-yellow and black tactical bomber jacket, matching dark tech-pants, tactical waist pouches, and clean streetwear sneakers. She loved the clean textures. Vantablack: [Happily spinning his deep green wolf staff on his mechanical finger] "Eh-en! Eh-heh-en! (Translate: You look completely flawless, Princess! Reaper 800 made this custom coordinate set himself back at the mansion stash just for your baseline tracking stats!) SSSSS-SMOKIN'!!!" Before she could even thank the little robot, Reaper 800 unbuckled a heavy sheath from his dark belt grid. Stepping forward smoothly with his bare light-skinned arms visible, he reached out his combat-gloved hand and gave to Sheree her weapon return. Sheree accepted the weapon, her cyan-blue eyes widening in deep, utter confusion as she stared down at the hilt. Princess Sheree: "My katana... 'Photonic'? But Reaper... Enchainer Drago violently shattered this blade into broken metal shards during the throne room clash! How is it whole again?" Reaper 800: [Letting out a satisfied, deadpan shonen chuckle under my tech-skull mask, pointing down toward the weapons on my hip] "Don't worry about a thing, partners. This is your official prototype Void Hunter weapon made by your father, and Drago was really after your weapon all the time because he wanted to harvest its multi-element core. I completely eliminated him, so his tracking threat is gone. And so what if your weapon was broken? My own specialized katana sword has the hidden elemental ability to completely restore any broken vanguard blade it connects with. I channeled my energy matrix into your steel, fusing it back together with an upgraded, burning bright yellow plasma edge. You keep this weapon. Don't worry, I have a real weapon left on my waist, and that's exactly why I'm always bringing two weapons with me on my hip." Princess Sheree gripped the handle tightly, her white hair swaying as the blade violently ignited with a roaring, brilliant bright yellow energy aura, her elven pointy ears twitching with newfound tactical confidence. Heavy cartoon tears of deep gratitude and shock suddenly streamed from her cyan eyes down her cheeks as she cradled her fully restored yellow plasma katana, completely overwhelmed by emotion. Princess Sheree: "My blade... it's really back...! Thank you so much, Reaper...!" But the joy of her elven restoration evaporated instantly as her sharp blue optics locked onto her father standing near the shattered doorway. Sheree let out a deep shonen growl, a massive wave of pure, unbridled anger flushing her cheeks as she stepped forward, pointing her yellow plasma katana angrily at King Aurelius's face. Princess Sheree: "Why?! Why did you leave me for 130 years completely alone in that empty castle loop?! You sprint across the star systems to be a grand hero, saying you save people's lives—but you didn't save me! You left your own daughter isolated in a tattered void!" King Aurelius: [Slightly taken aback, his amber eyes wide with deep psychological distress as he rubs his golden armor plates sheepishly, looking extremely angry as he shouts fiercely back at his daughter] "I... I am so incredibly sorry for what I have done, my dear daughter. Yes, I do save people's lives across the sectors, but I admit I didn't save you. However, my automated servant robots protected you and served you well all these years! So don't you get angry with me, girl! I am your biological father and you know that very well... you better show some respect to me!" The absolute second the King raised his voice to yell back, Reaper 800 and Vantablack violently snapped, giving the high-rank elf king a comically furious shonen lecture. [1] Reaper 800: "King Aurelius... you are the absolute worst father of all time. Your parental parameters are a total failure." Vantablack: "Eh-en-ehn!!! (Translate: You heard him! Worst father alive! Because you have the nerve to stand there shouting at your own daughter after abandoning her for over a century!) SSSSS-SMOKIN'!!!" King Aurelius: [Completely overwhelmed by the fierce lecture, his grand posture collapsing as he slumps his shoulders, tears forming in his amber eyes as he lowers his head in total anime shame] "Okay... fine! I accept the data ledger... I am the worst father alive! But I want to be better next time... I promise I will do much better from now on. I'm so sorry. My dear daughter... did you ever think you could forgive me for this?" Princess Sheree looked at her father's tattered pride, her piercing cyan-blue eyes softening as the heavy, dark fantasy tension inside her bedroom chamber completely began to melt away. Princess Sheree: "Yes... I forgive you, Father. But there is one absolute condition: get me out of this active Hollow void storm right now! I never want a single Ethereal monster or corrupted shadow anomaly to ever come anywhere near me again!" Reaper 800: "The contract grid is cleared. Vantablack, open the temporal teleportation portal loop immediately and take us all straight into my modern mansion house property." Without wasting another microsecond, Vantablack spun his deep green staff, opening a glowing gold temporal portal rift on the checkerboard floor tiles as the squad stepped straight through, completely vanishing from the ruins. FLASH—!!! In a brilliant blink of spatial daytime light, they materialized smoothly inside the luxurious, high-spec modern lounge layout of Reaper 800's mansion. Standing right near the terminal console deck to greet them was none other than my very first girlfriend from our Astral Express journey. Vesperine was officially 192 years old now because she functions as the legendary Aeon of Thiren! She retained her timeless visual model template but rocked a super stylish, short shaggy tomboy hair layout across her long midnight-black hair strands. Her alert black wolf ears stood tall on her head, her beautiful black fluffy wolf tail swayed softly past her casual tech-skirt, and her striking red eyes shined with brilliant battle composure. She stood holding a wine glass filled with crimson fluid, smiling beautifully. Vesperine: "Welcome back, my dear darling! And oh, look at that... I see King Aurelius again. Nice to see you, crybaby!" King Aurelius had actually raised her centuries ago during the earlier eras of the star systems. Hearing his former student mock him, the old high-elf king completely dropped his shameful posture. His face twisted into an arrogant, prideful anime pout as he folded his arms and barked out an unhinged statement. King Aurelius: [Scoffing loudly, pointing an arrogant golden-armored finger at her nose] "Hmph! Watch your tongue, you bratty little wolf pup! You were the real crybaby back in the day, always whining during tactical blade training! Show some respect to your elder king—" 💥 WHACK——————!!! Before King Aurelius could even finish his sentence, Vesperine's red eyes flashed with pure, unhinged comedic retribution. Moving with blinding, light-speed velocity, she unleashed a devastating, dead-accurate low-blow martial arts kick right on his private nut sector below his waist while wearing her flat red sandals! King Aurelius: [His eyes violently popping out of his skull in extreme, comically hyper-exaggerated shonen agony, his face turning a pale blue as he collapses onto his knees, clutching his lower waist while letting out a high-pitched, ear-splitting scream] "GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THE PAIN!!! MY SKELETAL METRICS ARE SCRAMBLED!!!" Vesperine: [Calmly dusting off her flat red sandals with supreme tomboy swagger as she smiles over at me] "Next time you better not call me that again, is that right my dear darling?" Reaper 800: [Letting out a satisfied, deep deadpan shonen chuckle under my tech-skull half mask, crossing my arms as my sleeveless "800" print top remains visible] "Oh yes, he deserve it, but great to see you then, Vesperine." Princess Sheree stands smiling happily holding her yellow plasma sword right beside Reaper 800, Vantablack, King Aurelius, and Vesperine, completely enjoying the safe sanctuary lounge coordinates.