Captain Doom's Lore

Doom’s childhood mainly consisted of farming, since that was basically the only thing most Filipinos did back then. He was taught how to cook and farm from his parents, and he had a particular passion for cooking.  He even dreamed of opening his own restaurant in the future.

When he was 11 years old, at the peak of piracy, he was kidnapped by a group of pirates while he was returning back home from his small town with supplies of food for his family to cook. None of his family really noticed until later that night because he was usually outside doing his chores. 

Now at their ship, the pirates just saw him as child labor, though the captain did have some sympathy for him and would let him take some breaks.

He mostly did chores, like cooking and cleaning.

The pirates enjoyed his cooking, and Doom eventually came to appreciate their culture, but he still hated them for taking him away from his family.

On his 18th birthday, the pirates had beef with another group of pirates. They ended up fighting in a bar, and Doom saw this as an opportunity to escape, which he did, using a small boat. 

In his rush to leave, he neglected to take any supplies with him. He quickly realized his predicament, and docked at a nearby town.  He stole a bunch of food and rum, and stayed in the town for a while.  In the middle of a night, he was able to steal a pirate ship. Though, what he didn’t realize is that there were pirates sleeping on it. The pirates on that ship were in line to receive a replacement captain since the previous one died, so when the sun rose that morning and they realized that they were out at sea, they thought that Doom was supposed to be their captain. That is how he accidentally acquired his first crew.

He was conflicted, because he didn't have the choice not to be their captain. So, he quickly adapted to and accepted the role. It wasn't hard, because the pirate mindset had already been ingrained in him for so long, and at that point, he knew that this was his fate.

On a pirate expedition, he and his crew were exploring an expansive cave.  Along the way, they found lots of gold.  Doom ended up being the last person in the cave, while his crew had already gone back to his ship. He was trying to make sure that every single piece of gold coin was taken. So when he spotted a few extra pieces of gold in a corner, he went to snatch them.  He bent down to grab the gold, but stopped when he saw a mysterious old person standing behind the pile.

“Son, don’t grab it.” He uttered.

“You’re weird, old man!” Doom exclaimed as he quickly grabbed the gold.  The old man stood in the corner, laughing maniacally to himself that Doom didn’t accept his warning.

“You’ve been cursed with immortality. You’ll see everyone, and I mean, everyone, you know die. The only thing you can do is WATCH.” He said, before becoming pale and dead.  His immortality had transferred to Doom, and he was at rest.

Doom gave very little thought to what the old man said as he walked out of the cave. He thought that it might be cool if he was immortal, so that he wouldn't die! He returned to the ship, with the old man’s warning already in the back of his mind.

After such a long time, Doom had acquired a new crew. They were much more unruly, but got the job done, so Doom didn't complain. One day, while exploring around the ocean with his pirate ship, it crashed into a big rock, causing it to start sinking. Thankfully, there was an island nearby, so Doom was able to get there before it sank fully. However, it caused major damage to the ship and completely tilted onto the shore of the island.

On this island, there was a fairly sized town near the shore. The people that lived there were peaceful, mainly baking and trading with others nearby. At first, Doom and his crew didn’t even consider going into the town, not wanting to ask for any help.  As they tried to settle down and decide what to do, they were discovered by a person named Crayon. He recognized Doom and his crew as pirates, and was about to shoo them off before Doom and his crew started begging for Crayon not to snitch on them. Crayon is suspicious of them, but leaves the crew alone and drags Doom into the town to get him materials to rebuild the ship. The townspeople are intrigued by Doom’s appearance, but due to Crayon’s popularity and reliability with the townspeople, they don't question it. Once they gathered some of the supplies, Doom and Crayon returned to where Doom’s crew was. Crayon forced them to sleep on the shore for the night, and told them they needed to fix their ship and leave as soon as possible. He didn't allow them to step foot anywhere near the town. Doom was annoyed with this, but complied, seeing as they were essentially at his mercy.

At night, some of Doom’s pirate crew sunk into the town and started stealing stuff from the stores, though Doom himself was not involved as he was sleeping. Unbeknownst to them both, Crayon was secretly watching them all in their sleep. He saw the crew members breaking into the stores and stealing some of the items, taking it back to the ship. Furious, he decided to wait until the morning to confront Doom, believing that Doom was behind it.  As soon as Doom woke up and stood up from the sand, not even a second to process what was happening, Crayon jumped his ass and beat the absolute fuck out of him.

“What I even said??” Doom asked as he was getting pummeled. Crayon didn’t say anything, and continued his beating.

“CHILL CHILL!!!!!!! WHAT DID I EVEN DO!!!!!!!!” Doom exclaimed loudly.

“You KNOW what you did YOU FAT FUCK!!” Crayon literally screamed in Doom’s face as Doom shriveled the fuck up. He decided that he didn't want to get beat up, and started to fight back.  The two of them brawled for three hours straight as Doom’s crew watched.

“When’s Captain gonna stop fighting with this twink lookin’ guy?” A crewmate asked.

“This fight is making me hungry, y’all want lunch?” All the crewmates nodded and agreed in unison, getting up and leaving Doom and Crayon to their fight.

“What are you even mad about!!” Doom asked as they were tumbling around and still fighting.

“I know you got your crew to steal! I should’ve just left you to drown when I had the chance!” Crayon spat. Doom paused for a second, flabbergasted.

“I WAS LITERALLY ASLEEP THE WHOLE TIME THAT WASN’T ME!!” They stopped fighting and stared at each other. Many moments of silence passed by. Then Crayon turned and sprinted away. This was when their beef was solidified.

Doom and his crew remained on the island for about two weeks while repairing their ship, during which the Crayon and Doom beef continued. They frequently fought and argued in the town square, generally causing a lot of ruckus. When Doom and his crew finished their ship, they left as soon as possible. However, after a few hours at sea, Doom sensed a storm brewing. The sky darkened and the water grew uneasy. His crew began to panic, seeing as the closest island to them was the one they had just left from. Doom sighed, and against his better judgment, turned the ship around. They regretfully docked at the island, and by that time, it had started to pour rain and thunder. The usually lively town was completely deserted, except for one person. Doom squinted and locked eyes with a fellow in funny purple attire.

“Doom, what are you doing here?” The fellow asked.

“What the fuck Krille is that you” Doom said as he stepped closer. It was Krille!

“Oh wow, I haven't seen you in a while!” Krille said, gathering up some things in a bag and looking at Doom and his crew. They had met in passing before, and dabbed each other up. “Why are you here?”

“We can't sail in the storm. This island was the closest one.” Doom crossed his arms.  Krille looked from side to side, and offered for Doom and his crew to stay with him until the storm cleared. Doom lit up and eagerly agreed, to which Krille nodded, and off they were. They walked a long way through the damp forest that surrounded the town until they reached a quaint little cabin. They all entered, and there was Crayon, sitting on the couch. Doom and Crayon locked eyes, and the tension was immediate.

“Do you two know each other?” Krille looked at both of them.

“Holy shit it's that twink that beat up the Captain!” One of Doom’s crew members exclaimed, pointing at Crayon, to which Crayon frowned. He inquired as to why Doom and his crew were in their house, and Krille explained that they needed shelter from the storm. Crayon sighed and reluctantly let them stay, and Doom found it odd that Crayon listened to Krille so easily, and questioned the nature of their relationship.

Crayon made Doom and his crew sleep in the living room, and if their roof were to start leaking, he'd use one of the crew members to plug the leak, ass out first. By the morning, the storm had slowed, but the rain was still unbearable and the sea was too uneasy to sail on, so Doom and his crew had to stay. Krille and Crayon managed to hash out some temporary living arrangements for Doom and his crew outside of their cabin.

One day, Doom was walking around the town, when he spotted Krille outside of his flower shop. He was about to wave hello, when he saw Crayon with him too, and they were hugging, and being awfully physically affectionate? Then, Doom’s jaw dropped as he saw them kiss.  He was horrified. Now he was definitely questioning the nature of their relationship. Krille entered his shop and Crayon walked away, purposely bumping shoulders with Doom when walking past him.

“Try not to get jealous.” Crayon smirked, but Doom was still too shell shocked to respond.

Because Doom and his crew had to stay on the island for longer, they began to explore more of the town. Some of the crew began to get along with the townspeople, and Doom would even tell stories about his life and adventures to eager and curious crowds.

Doom too started to grow close with Krille, because they saw each other so often. They would talk and catch up while Krille worked, and Doom found Krille’s company to be very pleasant.

Another person he also saw frequently was Crayon. He found it odd that Crayon was so nice and charitable to Krille and the townspeople, but seemed to downright hate Doom and his crew. Doom observed Crayon in his domestic life more and more, and tried to find ways inward to Crayon, who seemed to take quick notice.  Their outwardly violent fighting began to subside as the two would share more small talk or entertain the townspeople together. Doom was fond of their newfound common ground, and it seemed like Crayon was too. Though they still fought from time to time, their rivalry became less serious and more whimsical. They opted to prank each other or throw insults with no real venom.

However, Doom slowly came to realize that he was thinking about the two of them more and more. He would think more carefully about the gifts he exchanged with Krille, or somehow fumble backwards into accidentally complimenting Crayon during one of their arguments. He tried his best to reflect, but found that he had never felt such emotions towards any other people before. He knew there was a problem when he'd watch Crayon and Krille be affectionate and wish that he was there with them. He didn't even know who to ask about this, let alone the first thing about wooing two eldritch creatures. He racked his brain and went absolutely insane at this realization, so much so that it began to affect how he worked and interacted with others. He would find himself getting more and more distracted with thoughts of the two, and he wasn't exactly subtle about it either.

Eventually, even Krille and Crayon would start to notice the oddities in Doom’s behavior. One day they sat him down and demanded answers, but Doom found it odd that the two seemed to be in some sort of mutual understanding without him even having said a word. After lots of probing, Doom finally admitted everything, very unceremoniously. Krille and Crayon exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

“Yeah, we figured that was the case.” Said Crayon, who finally sat down next to Krille after hovering over Doom for the entire conversation.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FIGURED?!” Doom exclaimed, his brain absolutely and entirely fried at that point.

“You aren't exactly subtle.” Krille stated matter-of-factly, as Doom sunk deep into the chair he was sitting on.

“But, I guess we should admit something too…” Crayon fidgeted with his hands and looked away, clearly embarrassed. Doom's interest was piqued.

“He wants to say that the feelings are mutual.” Krille finished, smiling. The whole room went silent.

“Like, for real for real?” Doom uttered. The two of them nodded very seriously.

The town was very gossipy. So, when news reached the townspeople of a new development in the relationship of their prized members, they were all on it.  Constant questions, which Krille and Crayon took in stride, but opted to omit a lot of details. The people were surprised, but ultimately happy for the three. Crayon and Krille had helped the town out a lot in their many years, and Doom had quickly become a presence worthy of fanfare, so who were the townspeople to judge their preferences?

Many years passed by, and by then, piracy had died. In time, Doom had quit being a pirate. He was unsure of what to do in his life, seeing as piracy was the only thing he's known for a very long time. Crayon and Krille, in their infinite wisdom, get Doom to think about what he really wants to do in his life. Doom remembers that when he was young, he wanted to open a restaurant. He had retained his passion for cooking over the years, and figured this was a good way to give back to a community that has been so welcoming to him.

Doom starts to work on the idea, building his business from the ground up. Eventually, he opens it to the public, and it becomes a major success within the town. He is aware that the pay isn't nearly as good as the endless piles of gold he gets from piracy, but it's the passion that keeps him going.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Crayon had fallen very sick.  He tried his best to hide it, but Krille and Doom quickly saw through it, as did all of the townspeople. No one said anything, but the concern was shared. They were all under the impression that Crayon was immortal, just like his partners, so the sudden and rapid decline of his health was more than just worrisome.

This mysterious condition had symptoms adjacent to the bubonic plague, so people steered clear of him just as much as he isolated himself.

And as his condition only got worse, the realization dawned on Doom and Krille that this might not be something that he would recover from. They watched quietly from a distance as Crayon became fatigued and pale, eyes sunken in and past scars exposed. They wanted to help, but just Crayon wouldn't let them in.

When Doom and Krille finally reached their limit with his antics, they sat Crayon down for an intervention. They voiced their concerns as gently as they could, to which Crayon reacted very badly. He lashed out, screaming that he could figure this out on his own and that he didn't need them treating him like he was fragile. 

“C’mon, we're just trying to look out for you!” Doom insisted, to which Crayon scowled.

“We are aware that you are stressed, and that this is unfamiliar to you, but you need to let us help.” Krille said simply, though his eye twitched.

“What have I said, I don't need your guys’ help!  I am perfectly fine!-” Crayon was cut off when he started to gag.  Doom took one step forward before Crayon threw up onto the floor.  What left his mouth was an unnatural liquid, black in color and textured like tar.  The three of them were silent.  Krille quickly stood up, almost shoving his chair backwards.

“This is what we mean! Does this look normal to you whatsoever? You preach about your awareness, but when push comes to shove, you don't know what you're talking about!”

The room was silent once again.  Krille and Crayon locked eyes, their expressions blazing with weeks of unspoken tension. Another moment passed before Crayon spun on his heel and walked away, having to brace himself against the wall to do so. Doom watched silently as he did so.

They gave him another day. The sun rose on a warm spring day, and Krille and Doom arose with intention. They knocked on the door to Crayon’s room and gave it a few seconds.  There was no response, except for the faint smell of rot in the air. Doom sighed and pushed open the door to his room.  The sight that greeted the two would never be forgotten. Crayon laid unmoving, face down and halfway fallen off of his bed.  His skin was paper white, black swells and burn marks covering his body.  He looked unrecognizable.

There was a thick silence that enveloped the room as Krille and Doom tried to intake what was in front of them.  They didn't speak or look at each other.

“We should bury him.” Krille finally said breathlessly, breaking the silence. In his stupor, Doom feverishly agreed. They quietly dragged the body outside and to the back of the cabin, where Doom grabbed a shovel from Krille’s supply of gardening tools. They dug a hole in the dirt, folding Crayon’s body up and settling it into the makeshift grave.  They stared at it before silently shoveling the dirt back on top of his body.

After the death of Crayon, Doom was very distraught and shocked that this happened, as he never expected it to ever occur. He thought that he had it all. He felt regretful that he hadn’t spent much time with Crayon recently, and started to develop intense depression as he doesn’t know what to really do without his husband now. Was life really worth it without him? 

And Doom wasn’t the only one that was like this, Krille was as well, though rather less dramatic than Doom. He started to make bouquets for his husband’s funeral and to cope with his own sadness. Without Crayon now, Doom and Krille were all by themselves, and they tried their best to make their marriage work. 

However, Doom himself was just way too depressed, even struggling to do anything simple such as getting out of his bed. Not to mention, he constantly experienced hallucinations of Crayon, moreso a faceless version of him. Some people around his town noticed his depressive behavior, and they tried to help him, but he never listened. He also tried to use his job such as restaurant duties to distract himself, but he was always tormented by a hallucination of Crayon somewhere, like he could never escape him. Even when using something like a Banjo to distract himself, it backfired as he only played sad songs. As a result, Doom and Krille’s marriage slowly started to fall apart, as Doom became less talkative and more silent. Krille didn’t understand why Doom was feeling like this, resulting in even less communication between the two. As time goes by, the two completely stop talking, and Doom is now by himself, in his bedroom on the ship.

What was the point without him…? He said that he would always be by my side, and now he’s gone.

Doom got up from his bed, and headed out from his bedroom, going outside of the ship. The ship itself was parked near the shore where he first crashed and tilted his ship on this island. Memories between him and Crayon was all he could think of, but it just hurt him more thinking about it. He wanted to get over it, but he never could. The medication given by villagers in the town helped delay his hallucinations, but it never truly worked since it always came back after a few days. He thought about contacting Krille again since he hadn't heard from him for a while, but was too lazy to do it. Even writing a letter was hard for him, and he didn’t know if Krille would send something back since he knew he was sort of busy.

Doom went to his own office, and saw pictures of him and his husbands. He misses them both, especially Crayon, and starts tearing up. He knows that the marriage between him and Krille didn’t work, but he also misses him as well. He never noticed how Krille took good care of him when he was at his worst moments after Crayon’s death. He regrets not talking to him very much and neglecting him at times, but he can’t reverse that now. He’s lost everyone.

What’s the point?

He took his flintlock gun from the drawer, and immediately shot himself. 

BANG!

As Doom slowly opened his eyes, he was still alive and well, aside from the part where the left part of his head was blasted, but it healed incredibly fast to the point he didn’t even feel any pain, and his head was back to normal after a few seconds.

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…Why?

“The only thing you can do is WATCH.”