Naruto's heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the streets of Konoha. His mechanical legs clanked against the cobblestone with each step, sparks flying from the friction, as his fiery form illuminated the night. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the distant cries of the villagers who had barely managed to escape the chaos. The wind howled through the village, but it was a sound filled with sorrow, a lament for what had just been unleashed.
His sickle hummed at his side, the golden blade glowing with a dangerous energy that matched the inferno inside him. The laughter of Foxy, twisted and unhinged, echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls of his thoughts, growing louder with every passing second.
"Yar-har, what fun!" Naruto whispered, his voice strained, no longer the cheerful, energetic tone of the past. His new voice—twisted, monstrous—was as unpredictable as the storm he'd become. "I'm gonna make this night unforgettable!"
The words felt foreign, even to him. But they were all he could think about as the power surged through him, overpowering his mind and body. Foxy's instincts, his merciless, savage desires, pushed him onward, while the remnants of Naruto, buried deep beneath the surface, screamed in protest.
He barreled forward, tearing through buildings and streets like a whirlwind, leaving destruction in his wake. His metallic limbs were fast, faster than he had ever been, and his flame-covered body left scorch marks wherever he stepped. But even amidst the destruction, something tugged at him, a small thread of humanity that reminded him of what he once was.
"I should stop," he muttered, his voice breaking with the weight of his own thoughts. "I should..."
But as his gaze fell on another terrified villager fleeing into an alley, Foxy's laugh broke through again, louder than before.
"Run, little rabbit!" Naruto—no, Foxy—hissed, his eyes narrowing, glowing with fury. He reached out with his sickle, the blade gleaming as it sliced through the air toward the fleeing figure.
The villager screamed, but before they could even attempt to escape, the sickle's edge made contact. Blood sprayed into the air, staining the once-peaceful street red. Naruto's heart hammered in his chest as the power of the sickle surged, and for a moment, he couldn't tell if he was the one controlling the blade or if it was the blade controlling him.
"Why... why does it feel so good?" Naruto whispered, his breath ragged, as his hands gripped the sickle tighter. He looked down at the carnage around him, the lifeless body crumpled at his feet, and for the briefest of moments, a flicker of regret passed through him.
But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the burning, uncontrollable need to keep going. He spun around, his fox-like tail snapping through the air behind him, and dashed forward again. His mechanical limbs ground against the earth, the sickle's power thrumming beneath his fingers.
The village was in chaos now. Buildings that had stood for generations were being reduced to rubble. The streets were filled with the sounds of desperate screams, the crackling of flames, and the sharp clinking of his mechanical legs. But none of that mattered to him. All he could hear was the mocking, taunting laughter of Foxy in his mind.
"Yar-har... this is fun, right?" The twisted voice was everywhere, filling the corners of his brain. "Come on, let's make them all pay."
Naruto's stomach churned as he tried to hold on, tried to remind himself that this wasn't who he was. The fox spirit—Kyūbi—had always been a part of him, but never like this. Never with the bloodlust, the madness, the insanity of Foxy's influence over him.
But as his eyes scanned the village, a flash of movement caught his attention.
Iruka.
The familiar figure stood at the edge of the street, his hand raised, a pleading expression on his face. Naruto's eyes locked onto his sensei, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he hesitated. His hand, still clutching the sickle, shook as he tried to remember who he really was. Who he wanted to be.
"Iruka..." Naruto breathed, the voice that emerged from his lips shaking with uncertainty. "Help me... please."
Iruka's eyes softened. He took a slow step forward, his voice calm, steady. "Naruto, you're not this. You're not Foxy. You're Naruto Uzumaki. We've fought together, we've laughed together... this isn't you."
Naruto's heart beat faster as he looked at his sensei, the one person who had always believed in him. But the dark whispers around him only grew louder.
"He's right. You've always been a fool, Naruto. You don't deserve their love. You don't deserve to be human. You're nothing but a weapon—no, a monster."
The words of the Kyūbi echoed in his mind. The whispers weren't just from Foxy anymore. They were from the demon inside him, clawing at his soul.
Naruto's body trembled. His sickle glowed brighter, the flames around him burning hotter. He took a step toward Iruka, but it was as if something—someone—else was controlling him. His body jerked, and the sickle raised itself in the air once again, aimed straight at Iruka.
"NO!" Naruto screamed, his voice raw, desperate. "I'm not... I'm not a monster!"
But it was too late. The sickle was already falling.
At the last possible moment, a flash of light appeared between them, a wall of chakra that stopped the sickle's blade mid-air. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the air, knocking both Naruto and Iruka back.
"Naruto!" Iruka shouted, his voice filled with both fear and hope. "Fight it! You're not this!"
Naruto struggled against the overwhelming power inside him, the sickle pulsing with the energy of his transformation. He wanted to fight, to push back against the chaos, but Foxy's laughter was like a weight on his soul, dragging him deeper into the abyss.
He looked down at his own hands—clawed, metal, burning with power. His fox tail twitched, the fiery glow around him blinding. The fire was consuming him, and he was powerless to stop it.
"I... I don't know what to do anymore," Naruto whispered, the madness in his voice growing.
"Naruto," Iruka said softly, taking another step forward. "You are not alone. We can fix this together."
Naruto's head snapped up. The villagers, the streets, the chaos around him... it all blurred. Iruka's words, his belief, seemed like a lifeline in the storm.
But the power of Foxy was relentless. A final, desperate laugh tore from Naruto's throat as he lunged toward Iruka.
And then, everything shattered.
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Certainly! Here's Chapter 2 with Naruto waking up in the hospital and overhearing a conversation between Hokage and Iruka about the aftermath of his rampage:
Chapter 2: Aftermath
Naruto groaned as his eyelids fluttered open. His vision was blurry at first, the world around him a haze of lights and shadows. He could feel the coolness of metal beneath his skin, the scent of antiseptic and sterile air filling his nose. As his senses slowly sharpened, he realized with a shock that he wasn't in the village streets. He was… in a hospital room.
His body ached, as though he had been through hell, but it was the kind of pain that was familiar. The same kind he had felt before, but never this intense. He moved his hand to his head, only to find bandages wrapped around it, and his body was covered in more gauze than he could count.
His heart began to race. The last thing he remembered was—no. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to recall the destruction, the madness that had overtaken him. The laughter of Foxy, the uncontrollable bloodlust, the rampage…
He sat up too quickly, his head spinning. His hands went to his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat—steady, human. He was… himself again? But that thought was quickly clouded by the disorienting sounds coming from beyond the room. Voices.
"I just don't understand, Hokage-sama," came the familiar voice of Iruka. His voice was tense, full of fear and confusion.
"None of us do," the voice of the Hokage replied, a sigh thick with exhaustion hanging in his tone. "Naruto's chakra… it became something else entirely. We've never seen anything like it."
Naruto froze. The Hokage's words struck him like a physical blow, a reminder of the monster he had become. "Something else entirely," he repeated to himself quietly, a chill creeping down his spine.
Iruka continued, his voice shaking. "But how? How did he… change? Was it the Kyūbi's influence? Was it Foxy? I've never seen Naruto like that before. It wasn't him… not at all. The Naruto I know would never—"
"Enough, Iruka," the Hokage interrupted, his voice firm but tinged with sorrow. "I know this is hard. But we must understand what happened. We've been monitoring his chakra for years now, but this… this wasn't the Kyūbi's power alone. Something else triggered it. Something inside him awakened."
Naruto's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe it. The Hokage was right. It wasn't just the Kyūbi, nor was it entirely him. Something else had influenced his actions—something dark, something twisted. He had become a weapon, a living nightmare of rage and destruction.
"Is he… is Naruto going to be okay?" Iruka's voice trembled, and Naruto could hear him taking a step closer, the sound of his footsteps soft against the floor. "Is the Naruto I know still in there?"
A long pause followed. "That is what we're all wondering," the Hokage finally replied, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "The damage to the village is extensive. Hundreds of people have been hurt, and even more are terrified. We've never faced something like this before. But Naruto is still alive, and for now, that's what matters most."
Naruto's hands clenched into fists. The words were a jarring reminder of what he had done. His actions had scarred not just the village, but the people he had sworn to protect. Iruka, the Hokage… they were both worried about him. But were they worried about the monster he had become?
Iruka's voice softened. "What do we do now? How can we help him?"
The Hokage sighed, a heavy weight in his voice. "There is no easy answer. Naruto is the key to all this, but we have to figure out how to undo what was done to him. Whatever force took control of him, whatever caused that rampage, it must be sealed away, for good. But Naruto… we can't give up on him. We'll do everything we can to bring him back. If he is willing to fight for himself, we can help him."
Naruto flinched, the words sinking into him like daggers. "If he is willing to fight for himself…" He wasn't sure if he could.
The Hokage continued, his voice steady but laden with worry. "But Iruka, you must understand. This is bigger than just Naruto. He carries the weight of something ancient and dangerous inside him. We don't know how it will affect him in the long run, but we can't lose him. Not like this."
"I know," Iruka replied softly, a sigh escaping his lips. "But I can't help but feel like we failed him. All these years, we've tried to protect him, to keep him from harm, but… this was different."
Naruto's heart ached as he listened to their conversation. He had always felt like an outsider, like everyone was looking at him as a tool or a burden. But now, with Iruka and the Hokage's words weighing on him, he felt something else. Guilt. Despair. Could they still see him as the boy they once knew?
The Hokage's voice grew firmer. "We haven't failed him, Iruka. We've just hit a wall. But this isn't the end. We can't give up on him. We'll give him the time and the help he needs, and we'll figure out a way to make this right."
Naruto's chest tightened. He wanted to say something, to reassure them that he wasn't lost, that he could come back from this. But the words caught in his throat, the weight of everything he had done too much to bear.
The Hokage continued, a sense of finality in his voice. "Naruto may have been consumed by something dark, but he is not beyond saving. And we won't stop until he is free of it."
Naruto closed his eyes, letting their words wash over him. He didn't know if he could truly come back from what he had done, or if he could even face the people he had hurt. But one thing was clear: He wasn't alone. Iruka hadn't given up on him. The Hokage hadn't either. And maybe, just maybe, he could find a way back to the path he once walked.
The door to his hospital room creaked open, and Naruto flinched. He didn't want to face them yet—not after what had happened. Not after he had lost control.
But Iruka's voice was warm and gentle as he stepped inside. "Naruto… are you awake?"
Naruto didn't know how to answer. So instead, he simply nodded, still unsure of what came next, but somehow, a small piece of hope blossomed within him.