Author's Note:

In response to Driftstar-Leader of TreeClan's 100 One-shot Challenge, I decided to take this challenge of writing one hundred one-shots about some of my favorite characters of all time. Will I get to 100? ...Probably not, but why not at least try XD?

Basically, I'm just writing a one-shot over many variations of prompts listed in Driftstar's challenge. Each one-shot is different and they all stand on their own. Hope you enjoy them and please review!

Prompt 1: Horror

An Act Against Nature

"Water: thirty-five liters…Carbon: twenty kilograms...Ammonia: four liters...Lime: one point five kilograms…"

A jester was making notes in the darkness of a castle's dungeon, muttering down the notes he was writing. His desk was littered with spell books and notes, along with other magical equipment. He rubbed his head as he worked, his mismatched gray and yellow eyes indicating he hadn't slept in days.

Phosphorus: eight hundred grams…Salt: two hundred and fifty grams…Saltpeter: a hundred grams…

After finally finishing his notes, the magician jester stood up and rushed towards the other side of his 'laboratory.' He cleared the center of the room of all papers and books, making a neat circle around trash and books. He then grabbed what seemed like the skeleton of human body, made out of steel, and delicately placed the body in the center of the room. Smiling to himself, he quickly went to some nearby cabinets he had put in his laboratory dungeon, taking out jars of ingredients.

Sulfur: eighty grams…Fluorine: seven point five grams…Iron: five grams…

Getting all the necessary ingredients, the jester ran back to the center of the room. One at a time, he poured each ingredient onto the steel skeleton. Once done, the jester gave a tired, yet excited smile.

All the elemental compounds of a human body. The skeleton form of a human female.

Small tears started to run down his cheeks.

Soon…soon he would have his beloved daughter back. Soon, he would become the ultimate magician, for he would be able to bring back someone from the dead.

And to help my tribe in the process…

Hope burning in his heart, the jester took out a small container that contained his daughter's blood. He poured it into the mixture of ingredients and quickly ran to the back of the room.

This is it…the moment where I create the first pixl! A human given another chance at life!

Snapping his fingers, a dark force of energy whirled around the center of the room. The air grew cold and heavier, the magician using most of his energy to keep everything steady. Soon, the elemental ingredients combined with the steel body, starting to take the form of human skin and organs. The jester's eyes grew wide as the shape of a nineteen year old human girl stood.

But not everything was perfect, for some of her skin was still not completely there on her now gray and dark yellow steel bones, giving her a more skeletal appearance. She had very few strands of black hair on her head, her gray and yellow eyes having a robotic, blank look to them.

The jester's daughter started gasping for air, making it sound like it was difficult for her to breathe. She fell to her knees, leaning forward as she tried to breathe. The magician quickly ran to his reborn daughter's side.

"…Rose, can you hear me?" the jester asked softly. "It's me, your father…"

Rose choke up a bit, as she now started to gargle and vomit up blood. She coughed and coughed, almost like her body was tearing her apart. The jester studied this, slowly went back to his desk, and took out his notebook.

"Ah, interesting… So, less natural ingredients and more robotic like organs for body stability…Perhaps a more robotic, smaller body…"

Rose continued to cough up blood, moaning as if she was crying out for help.

"…Where..."

Her voice sounded like the mixture between robotic and human, having it a bit horse from throwing up. The jester gasped.

"You spoke! Oh, dear Rose, you spoke!"

He ran to his daughter's side, his notebook and pen still in hand.

"Speak again, Rose!" the magician asked excitedly. "Say my name! Who am I?"

Rose stared at her father, blood dripping down her mouth.

"…F-fa…fath…father…"

The words were barely able to come out. Rose shivered a bit, putting her arms around her cold, naked body. Seeing this, the jester quickly took off his dark poncho and put it on her. He smiled.

"It's going to be alright, my dear daughter," he said softly. "You are alive and soon will be well again."

Rose shivered in reply.

"You have no idea what your rebirth proves, Rose," the jester continued, almost oblivious to his daughter's physical pain. "You prove that it is possible to create life! With this new ability, I can create not only humans, but other types of robots with human emotions and intelligence!"

He held Rose in his arms, trying his best to keep her warm.

"And you, Rose, will be the Pixl Queen! For you are the first of many to come."

"…P-pixl? A reborn human?"

Rose seemed a bit confused by her father's words.

"…Father, what is this?"

The jester turned to see a young boy coming down the dungeon stairs. It was his younger son, holding a dark book in his arms. Once reaching the bottom of the stairs, his eyes grew wide to the sight of Rose.

"F-father!" he exclaimed in complete horror. "W-what have you done?!"

"Isn't it great, Dimentio?" the jester spoke. "I have done it, I have brought her back!"

He looked down at his creation.

"Rose, look! It's your brother. It's Dimentio."

Rose's robotic like eyes stared at Dimentio.

"…Brother?" she muttered weakly.

Dimentio's whole body cringed at the sound of his sister's voice. He then turned his attention back to his father.

"Even after all the warnings I gave you and the count, you still went ahead and did it!" Dimentio shouted. "Is this really what you want?"

He gestured towards Rose.

"Look at her, father! She is suffering, even more than she did when she was alive! Do you see it? Your daughter, my sister, that you 'loved' so much covered in blood!"

Dimentio met his father's gaze.

"This isn't Rose, father. And even if it was, she would be just as disgusted with you as I am."

The jester's eyes flashed with anger.

"How can you say that about your sister? I have just done what nobody could have done before! I have brought someone back from the Underwhere, I have created life!"

"No, you didn't," Dimentio said coldly. "You've just created a poorly done replica of a human."

He then opened the dark book he held in his hands, turning the pages and glancing over the words.

"According to the Dark Prognosticus, the book which Rose wrote, it states that creating the pixls will be the first cause of our downfall. 'For the Pixl Queen will gather thousands of her brethren to rebel against the tribe that has long enslaved-'"

"Dimentio, enough!"

The jester stood up and approached his son, slapping him hard across the face.

"You know nothing!" the magician yelled. "Rose may have been a genius, a magician prodigy, but not all of her predictions are correct! No one is perfect, and there has to be flaws in her writing! For…there must be more to life than an unavoidable death!"

"…D-death…"

Rose started to cough up blood again.

The jester quickly turned back to his daughter, fear glowing in his eyes, as he quickly ran to her side.

Dimentio watched his father try to comfort his 'sister,' his eyes completely emotionless. He looked back down at the Dark Prognosticus, his sister's life work. 'The owner of this book will never find happiness,' was written on the first page. Not even the author or her family could find happiness, for she died a tragic death and her father had gone completely mad. And her own tribe, who were now so madly in love with advancing and gaining power that they would put human souls into robotic bodies just to be their slaves.

The Tribe of Ancients…what a disgusting race of beings.

With that thought, Dimentio quietly went up the stairs, many emotions and thoughts going through his mind.