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Wemmbu, one of the most feared player on Unstable, decides to take a short rest ;) after facing two equally tough battles back-to-back. The first, a 2 v 1000, the second, against his greatest rival. After that fighting, the purple menace deserves a break. He's been through quite a bit!
A fierce battle erupts in the Unstable Megacity's District 12, forcing a Pro-Hero to pull out all the stops and summon a dragon to defeat their large adversary!
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doubting, desperate, guilty and bloody hands by AstronautBeans
Fandom Unstable Universe (Web Series)
08 Apr 2025
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an alternate universe where Spoke sticks by Ash, be it willing or unwilling
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“What do you want?” Spoke spat. “You know that the exploits don't work anymore, you have an entire army at your disposal, you have everything I love, you have everything you could possibly want, so—why? What do you want from me?!”
Ash’s facial expression stayed neutral, voice steaded, as he said:
“I want you to work with me.”
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Spoke is forced to join the Mafia and become something much higher than a diamond trim player; Ashswag's right hand man.
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Spoilers for Gachiakuta Manga!
“Whoda thought rage baitin’ you outta that well would mean finding the perfect sadist for myself?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Stop denying the truth. It’s just us—and it ain’t like I’m gonna judge ya, man.”
Enjin isn’t the reason Zanka crawls out of that well he’d dropped himself into. A pain loving freak is.
Or, a what if scenario where Jabber finds Zanka first, and how it changes them both.
Edit: Russian translation for this fic is now available, done by gienamnogolikaya! Thank you for offering to translate <3
- https://ficbook.net/readfic/019aa86d-f236-7cae-a2eb-0fcec3c7f053
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Out of the Well, into the Looking-Glass by 22Toma_Haito22
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
11 Aug 2026
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For you, for me - he clutches the worn wood of the staff tightly to his chest, like a child seeking comfort in its favorite stuffed animal - I will not allow you to be ripped away from me.
When it's with him, his soul feels whole.
The massive hole is gone, the voices of doubt in his head quieted by the sensation of old wood against his palms.