Pentagon Cross

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This isn't happening. This just plain isn't happening.

"Repeating that will not make it true," the strong voice of the only other person -and I'm using person VERY loosely here- echoed through the area.

Ignore him. He's not real. None of this is. I'm just going crazy.

"Are you under the impression that being in denial for long enough will change reality? If not, cease this foolishness at once."

I groaned as I heard the voice speak again and actually looked up. I was sitting on the forest ground and leaning back on a large tree, and the person that talked was standing in front of me, casting a shadow over the moonlight.

It was a middle aged man. Pitch-black, long hair fell halfway across his back and red eyes stared at me. He had a thick mustache and clean shave for a beard. He was wearing a white military uniform under a black cloak that was held by a silver, five-pointed cross medal.

I, of course, knew who he was. Yhwach, the King of Quincy, and son of the Soul King.

"You're not real," I groaned, putting both my hands on my face and groaning. "You... You can't be."

"Regardless of whether or not you believe so, this situation is very real, and I grew tired of your constant repetition of denying it," Yhwach stated, irritation clear in his voice.

I just groaned, removed my hands from my head, and glared at him. "Then why don't you just kill me and prove it's real?"

"If I was able to, do you really think you'd be breathing now?" Yhwach's glared back, and my own glare broke as I tried to shuffle away from the sheer pressure of his look. "I had already attempted to take both your arms at your first at denying what is currently happening, however..."

He trailed off as he reached for something in his cloak before pulling out a sword and slashing at me. I gasped and jumped back, but, of course, I was too slow, and the sword flashed across my neck.

However, no blood came out. The sword just... passed through my neck without actual touching it.

"Hehe... Hahaha!" I began laughing hysterically, pointing at him. "See?! You're not real! I'm just insane!"

"You are insane for actually daring to point your finger at me," my hand immediately dropped, the tone of Yhwach's voice scaring away any defiance in me. "I am simply unable to physically or spiritually affect you, but that does not mean I am not real."

"Well, then what the hell are-" I was about to actually start yelling at the King of Quincy, which is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done, when something happened.

A screen popped up in front of me.

Greetings! I'm sure you're very confused!

"You don't say?!" I sarcastically replied.

I'll cut to the chase. You know me by the name Nyarlathotep.

"... What?" I couldn't even tell the emotion in my own voice.

Was it dread? Exhaustion? Exasperation? All of them?

I'm bored. I picked some random idiot, that is you, and placed them here, in the world of Fairy Tail. To add fuel to the fire, I decided to make you the babysitter of Quincy here.

"This... This is a joke, right?" I was outright begging, not asking.

Long story short, I want chaotic fun. So, you'll be starting a Guild with the Quincy I give you.