The Truth Inside the Fractures
Inside the Fracture
Truth replayed cleaner than memory: the house, the car, the setup, the key.
Gemstone stood still. But something in him changed.
The timelines shifted again. Pulled him through. Not physically. Directly.
He was there, inside moments.
Caption: The house.
Caption: The car.
Caption: The setup.
Caption: The key.
Everything played out again. But clearer.
Then Turkey. The call. “I found it.”
But this time, Gemstone saw what wasn’t visible before. Intent.
Every move wasn’t emotional. It was calculated. Layered. Repeated.
Starboy Rising
Then something else appeared. Behind it. Not human. Not physical. Watching through him. Using him.
Gemstone stepped forward, and everything reacted. The timelines shook. The fractures widened. Energy surged through him.
The armor began forming. Not placed on him. Emerging from him.
Caption: A long black coat.
Caption: A core of light burning at his center.
Caption: Gold pendant. Glowing.
Caption: A visor fractured. Alive.
The sound returned. Bass. Not music. Force. The timelines bent around it.
Whispers moved through the fractures. A name forming.
Caption: Starboy.
Ballistic Prime
Ballistic Prime
Dark crystal armor, time fragments, red unstable glow, no longer human.
Then B-JAX changed.
His form cracked. Dark crystal forming over him. Time fragments orbiting his body. The glow red. Unstable. No longer human.
Caption: BALLISTIC PRIME.
They stood across from each other. Not in a room. Not in a place. In the fracture itself.
Gemstone didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Because now he understood.
This wasn’t the real enemy. Just the hand.
Something older moved behind it.
Caption: The Interloper.
Caption: A force that didn’t create, only fed.
Caption: On misalignment.
Caption: On envy.
Caption: On futures taken before they could become real.
And now it had been exposed.