Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

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Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by ToadRopes on Thu Aug 02, 2018 10:46 pm

(Continued from Dimensional Clash IX on the Sporum)

By Jawlord and Erops

Street Corner realitivly near the Library

A very dejected looking clown has been abandoned, the past few days had been draining on the hero, signs that his hair was plummeting ever so slightly, and that he had bristles of the beginning of a purple beard sprouting from his angular chin.

He paused pacing tapping his chin with his left hand before tapping the meter, like one tap a watermelon, listening to the clanking sounds.

He took a deep breath, folding his hands and closing his eyes, before commencing beating the everlasting daylighting out of the machine, first talking and doing it with Gertie, wrestling the pole with his hands, before taking a grenade and ducktaping it on , before pulling the pin.

A muffled boom was heard as being in the parking fixture, which slid into the far side of the building, slapstick strolled over, before he frowned, his lips appearing to the bottom of his face in annoyance.

The machine was bent and twisted yes, but it was refused to open.

Slapstick paused, internally screaming in rage before going to shrug and walk away.

This was not the case as he said, and leaps onto the machine, clawing, gnawing and beating at it.

"GIVE ME THE SWEET FRUIT OF CAPITALISM!" He yelled.

The Inkling and Chara stopped and saw Slapstick wrestling with a parking meter. They glanced at each other, then stared at slapstick.

Slapstick's eyes made contact with the two individuals, before swiftly averting them as if that would somehow ally suspicions, as he stopped what he was doing.

He was up and whistled a little , a crooked nervous note fluttering out of his mouth .

"Well you see the thing here is ..." slapstick began , raising a hand up pointer finger out, while theother rested on his hip before booking it, with all the grace of a drunk gibbion.

"Should we follow him?" Chara asked.

The Inkling shook her head.

"Yeah ... you're probably right. We need to get to the library."

The parking meter was a good sign. The Inkling girl and Chara traversed the streets before coming to a public library. "I still can not believe you were able to get that over us," Chara remarked.

The Inkling shrugged. Somehow the cab driver got it. Thank goodness for map apps.

When they reached the library, they walked up to the librarian. Chara reeled backa little bit, so the Inkling did the talking.

Or, well ...

Woomy-ing?

She held the paper and pointed at one of the copy machines.

"Ten cents to the copier," she said.

"How many do we need?" Chara asked the Inkling.

She shrugged.

The Inkling has been tapped to the copy machine and tapped it a couple times. It sputtered. Great. Even in this age of advanced technology, copy machines STILL had these kinds of issues.

"What's wrong with it?" Chara asked.

The Inkling pointed at the screen. "PAPER JAM," it read.

Chara groaned. "There's another machine across the library past those bookshelves," Chara said. "Let's use that instead."

The Inkling nodded. She and Chara started to walk past those bookshelves.

Chara stopped. "Did you hear that?" they asked.

The Inkling girl shrugged. She did not.

Suddenly, a horrifying screech came from the ceiling of the library. A purple blur streaked towards the children's section. The children screamed and ran away; one of them started to cry loudly. The Inkling whipped out her E-Liter and aimed at the flying purple menace; as it paused, she got a good look at what. It was a bulbous, crude humanoid [url = https://www.khwiki.com/Gargoyle ] creature [/ url] with purple wings and ragged sleeves, and its spindly talons were a dull yellow.

The Inkling made it clear that she was going to change that. She took careful aim with her sniper, keeping the monster in her crosshairs. The monster screeched again, and dove towards the crying child as the Inkling fired. A stream of ink dripping in a straight line across the carpet, narrowly missing the monster as it dove out of the way. The Inkling ran out into the main hall again, this time from behind. She fired another quick burst from the E-liter; upon contact with the ink, the thing turned around; on his chest a black heart with a red outline, crossed out with X.

The Inkling glared at the screaming kids, then pointed with her head out the door, telling them to get out while they still could. The kids started to wail and move to the exit. The Inkling facepalmed as the monster turned back and screeched at the kids once more. More of the kids started to burst into tears.

Near the bookshelf where the youngster with blue eyes, stared out, and then gave a wink.

"HEY!" Slapstick yelled standing on top of one of the bookshelves looking down at the monster.

Slapstick jeered before pulling out a large book and opening it up, "Its the most annoying sound ever!" He yelled before leaping, and in mid-air, tunking his legs in the book they are restoring on the pages of the book, and letting go, smashing into the creature, with the spine of the book and his full weight right on his head.

The monster screeched and smashed through the window, Slapstick following it, then rolled onto the pavement. The Inkling pulled out splat dualies and dove out of the window as well, before laying the pain (t) upon the creature. Her highlighter-yellow ink colored the monster quickly and covered its eyes in squid goo, causing it to slow down. The Inkling then charged forward and body-checked the monster, before jumping up and kicking it in the jaw.

The monster, reeling from two instances of head trauma in quick succession, is now disoriented. It was attempted to lunge at slapstick, but landed comically on the pavement, for it was blinded by squid ink.

"Stay ....." Slapstick said, "Gertie weilding and pointing at the temporarily downed creature," Be a good .... dragon ". he added.

The monster screeched and scrabbled across the pavement, charging straight for slapstick, but meandering in it's course.

Slapstick, "slapstick, noting that he was silent in the proximity of the wall, braced himself and when he was at a loss.

"No, no after you". The toon said the monster streaked towards the wall of the building. [b] SMASH! [/ b] the monster backed up, dazed. However, when the monster got up, cracks began to break out of the point of impact, exhibiting structural insecurity. The Inkling's eyes shot open. There were people in there! CHARA what's quiet in there! If the wall caved, people could get injured.

The Inkling girl shouted to slapstick, then pointed at the monster, before diving back through the window she came through.

"... WHAT DO YOU MEAN" WOOMY ?! "Slapstick yelled before noting the cracks in the wall," Whoops .... meant to crack 'em up but not like this ... "Slapstick took out Gertie and smashed the monster's footsteps The creature screeched, then turned around, trying to screech at slapstick.

"My what big eyes you have ..." Slapstick quipped, backing up.

[b] [i] "BRAAAAAAAAAWK !!!!" [/ i] the monster screamed, spreading its wings and flying at slapstick, grabbing it by the hair with its good foot. It then swooped upward.

"Look Ma !, I'm flying!" Quasimoto's anti-animation gun, and aiming it at the creature's chest.

The monster screeched one last time, before starting to dissolve; the inkling's ink were already irritating it, but the anti-animation gun the heartless to dissolve into darkness.

This, of course, left slapstick in mid-air.

[i] think, think, think ....! "Slapstick braced himself, before posing in the ever reliable superhero landing TM, pose.

Unfortunatly for slapstick as he landed his bracing arm snapped off, his legs shattered like fine china, littering around him in sharp shards, his gritted teeth showing how he'd felt about it.

Reassembling himself like a broken jigsaw puzzle Slapstick grabbed his broken off right and left.

But it was clear that there were some problems with the wall started to crumble.

Slapstick, spat on both of his gloves, rubbed them togather and clamped himself over the wall, supporting it if only barely.

6 "Hey anyone who wants to join the 6 feet under club I suggest checking out, now!" He yelled wheezing as his face grew bright red.

The Inkling, having helped herd the kids. parents, and elderly old ladies out of the library, what now searching for Chara.

It's a whimsical ditty drifting out of Slapstick's pants pockets.

[youtube] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWhtPByViJU [/ youtube]

Slapstick's left shaking leg snaked into his pants and pulled out of his cellphone, holding it up to the side of his head he smac k edit agaist himself, picking it up the call.

"Steve's bad puns and tons of fun emporium, Steven speaking." He trilled into the phone.

There's nothing too happy "Terrasa !, hows it been .... well I just got it sort of renaissance fair. .... no, this is not a joke, no, I have not whacked my melon on something hard! ".

As slapstick attempted to explain to his girlfriend why he was doing what, a small figure walked towards him, tilting her purple head in a curiosity at the toon.

Cupop had had a rough few weeks, stealing sugar from stores, and hiding from carnivorous cookie beings, she'd somehow wound up here.

She stared at slapstick, gave a slow blink and licked one of the lolly-pops she's covered with sticky salvia.

"Uh ..... Ter .... I think I'm gonna go, there's a .... thing?" Slapstick squinted at the candy coated pokemon.

Before she slaps her face, she slaps her face and slaps her face.

Tears welled up in Slapstick's eyes, before he screamed "YEEEEEOOOOOWCH!", And dropped his phone, which shattered instantly.

Cracks ran up the side of the wall holding hands clenched in restrained fury .

The Inkling ran out of the building with Chara in tow, then stared at the wreckage. Several people were dialing 9-1-1, and there were police, fire engine, and ambulance sirens wailing from down the road.

"Woomy?" the Inkling said to Chara, patting them down.

"I ... I'm okay ... that was close," Chara mumbled.

Seeing that they were clear Slapstick gave Cupop a smug grin before sticking out his tounge in mockery, before letting go and beginning to step forward.

, He is resting on his head in his hand, his elbow resting on the ground, as the candied creature gave animalistic grunts that sounded suspiciously like laughter., Before aiming one of her lollipop's at Slapstick's purple hair plumps hiping to repeat previous actions.

The Inkling turned to slapstick, then motioned for Chara to help dig the clownish hero out of the rubble. The kid and the squid pulled rocks off of Slapstick's legs; then, the Inkling grabbed Slapstick's arms and yanked back, trying to pull him out of the rubble.

"Thanks kid, and uh ...." Slapstick said the tentacles on the Iinkling's head, "Squa-kid", Slapstick dusted, leaning to the side and hitting the side of his head with one hand, causing a bit of rubble to fall out of the other side of his head.

Slapstick airquoted with "I want to spill before they start his hands.

"Slapstick, like the comedy" The toon said introducing himself.

"I am Chara," Chara said, cautiously clinging to the Inkling.

"Woomy!" the Inkling exclaimed.

The sirens grew louder.

Slapstick started to take a step, he said "Hey kid, where's your folks, I noticed a distinct lack of responsible adults for you when the purple people eater what here?"

"My ... Oh," Chara mumbled. "I do not ... really have a family ... I ran away and I was taken by the king of monsters ... but then I was taken from [i] his [/ i] family as well, and now ... Now I'm not sure where my friends are, or [i] who [my friends are for that matter. " Chara looked up wearily. "So ... why did you decide to help protect all those people?"

"I'm sure you're expecting some well thought out words of inspiration, full of patriotism and quotations ..... they needed help, so I helped them, I'm not the best clown in town, heck you saw me steal a parking meter, but on my best days ... The clown sighed, sitting down on the pavement.

"Lost your friends and family?"

Slapstick took a deep breath, "I really should not take this, I'm not gonna let any kid, or two deal with all this m the farthest away from 'responsible', I suppose I can help you ... that is if you want me to? "

"... what do you have to gain from that?"

I just inadvertantly ended the first stable relationship. I've been in years, and I've seen that's easier than me. "

Slapstick paused.

"Was not reassuring at all what?"

"I do not know," Chara replied. "We just had to pull you out of a pile of concrete and you're not dead."

"I mean, not on the outside anyways". Slapstick asserted.

Cupop strode towards Slapstick to try to rip out more of his hair, the toon in a hurry up and planted it on the pokesweet's snout, causing it to stop in its tracks before pushing against the pinwheeling force in annoyance.

Oh, by the way, do you have any way to make a bunch of copies of these? " Chara asked, holding up the poster the Inkling had made of Lilina.

Slapstick glanced at the wreckage, then back at the poster.

"Give me a few seconds", The toon took the poster and dove into the wreckage, a few seconds later he came back with a handful of copies.

"Would not ya know it, wreckage fixed the paper jam in the thing!" The toon stated.

"That's... Wow, thanks... for sticking your neck out for someone like me," Chara said, taking the stack of papers.

"Pretty good at sticking around , it is the second part of my name". Slapstick jested.

"So where do we go?" Chara asked.

"I don't know,most of what I've seen is pretty bad, I'd guess we'd keep moving.

Slapstick walked over to a parked car, "Don't worry, I've got a key.." Slapstick produce what appeared to be a simple door key, without pausing he smashed the passenger window and crawled it, after a few seconds of fiddling the controls of the vehicle turned on and Slapstick opened the back side door of the car.

"...What?"

The Inkling and Chara decided not to question why Slapstick had decided to add breaking and entering to their list of collective crimes for the greater good, and got into the vehicle.

As Slapstick drove away, his shattered phone sparked, and audio came out, "Steve? STEVE?"




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Post by Lowfn on Thu Aug 02, 2018 10:51 pm

Zandoo and H

Sveena

"... And so what is twelve divided by three?" Sveena asked Neb. After having been bestowed the knowledge of mathematics by the powers that be, the Enclavian thought it was important for her little daemonette to learn division as well.

Slowly, Neb thought about it, counting twelve out upon her fingers several times, before gasping and answering, "Four! It's four, right?"

"That's right!" Sveena exclaimed with pride. A small can of tuna appeared before Neb as a reward. Tuna was, after all, the tastiest thing Sveena knew of.

Neb held the can in her hands, observing every angle of it, confused. "What is this?" the daemonette asked, still overlooking the can, "Tu-na?"

"Mhm!" Sveena nodded, kneeling down, "It's really tasty- Not the.. The outside part though. You have to grab that little... Thingy on the top and pull it open," Sveena pointed to the top of the can with a fuzzy finger.

After another look-over, Neb set the can down, held it firm to the ground, and wrapped a finger into the tab on the can's top, yanking with all her efforts until a light pop reverberated from the can, as did the smell of tuna. "That smells weird!" Neb noted with a wave of her hand, "What is Tuna?"

"It's..... Food!" Sveena answered with a smile.

"What kind of food?" Neb cocked her head to the side, examining the contents of the can with slight confusion as to how something so weird-looking could be considered tasty.

Sveena's smile gave way to a look of confusion as she tried to think of what Neb meant. She was silent for a moment. "... I.. What do you mean?" She asked. Sveena only knew of one kind of food: Food.

"There's fruit, there's meat, there's veggietables," Neb listed out the three she knew, "And... then some more."

"Oh... Um... I'm not sure," Sveena scratched her head, "I just know that.. Tuna comes from these and it tastes really good."

From seemingly nowhere (though the far-off cackle of Tzeentch noted otherwise), a small encyclopedia appeared before Sveena, seemingly entirely about fish. A single page had been bookmarked, with the word "TUNA" written in bold on the bookmark.

"Oooh!" Sveena looked the book over for a moment before noticing the book mark. She let out a gasp before flinging the encyclopedia open with excitement. "I don't know where this came from, but I think we're about to find out what tuna is!"

The two pages that displayed themselves to Sveena showed a large fish, with a caption underneath it indicating that it was a kind of Tuna. All around were pictures of the fish in its natural habitat as well as caught in fishing nets and the like.

Sveena's smile slowly shrank as she looked at the different pictures. "Wait a second..." She murmured, slowly putting the pieces together, ".. Wait.. Tuna..." She slowly looked at the contents of the can then slowly back at the book. "Tuna.. Tu.." She let out a horrified gasp as she realized just what tuna was. In fact, the realization was so terrifying that she let out a shriek.

"...What?"

"TUNA IS FISH!" Sveena cried out, "PEOPLE KILL FISH AND... EAT THEM!?"

"WHAT?" Neb gasped, a look of shock on her face as startled as her parent.

Sveena frantically snatched the can of tuna and tossed it into the air. In a flash of green light, the can transformed into a live tuna that then flopped onto the ground and continue to flop in a desperate search for water, which it soon found as a chunk of the ground beneath it was removed and filled with water. Sveena, however, fared far worse than the fish as she began hyperventilating. How many cans of tuna did she eat back in the Commonwealth?! How many fishes had to die!?

“Mommy? Mommy?!” Neb, scared for her mother, stood up and moved to try and help the Enclavian, shaking her shoulder in an effort for her to stop breathing so fast, unaware of how hyperventilating works.

After a few moments of shaking, Sveena's rapid breaths slowed slightly as shuddered and ensnared Neb in a pitiful hug as she began to bawl her eyes out. Sveena felt horrible. She had eaten a living creature, thoroughly enjoyed the taste of it. Just the concept of killing something and then eating it was horrific to her.... And it was her favorite food too.

"Are you okay, Mommy?" Neb asked from her place, nuzzling tightly against Sveena, still scared.

"I-I-I a-ate fff.. Fishes!" Sveena sobbed, "Th-They make tuna f-from.. A fish! They kill it a-and turn it into food!"

"Oh..." Neb gasped softly, trying to comfort her mother as much as she could.

"And I almost fed it to you! I.. I.. Wait.." Sveena slowly calmed down, blinking away tears as she let go of Neb and looked over to the tuna swimming in circles in the small water hole Sveena had made. The gears in her head were turning as hard as they could. "...Wait.....But... I didn't... Kill a fish... When I made that tuna...." While Sveena still felt pretty bad about having eaten tuna in the past, she felt a little silly about getting so upset over it now, especially since no fish were harmed in the making of her can of tuna.

"Oh," Neb realized this too, but continued to think, "Then how did you make it?"

"I just... Made it," Sveena tried to explain, "Because I'm a god, I can... Make stuff." Not even Sveena was really sure how it worked, she just knew that she could do it.

"Oh." Neb noted, taking Sveena's answer as enough for her, "So, may I try some of your tuna, and not fish tuna?"

"Oh, yeah!" Sveena smiled as she wiped her tears from her face before two cans of tuna poofed before them. The Enclavian eagerly ripped open her own can and scooped a little bit of the fish-meat out with a finger before sticking it in her mouth, letting out a delighted moan at the taste.

Neb opened her can, and hesitantly took a small chunk of the squishy fish into her hand, before slowly puting it into her mouth, cringing at the texture for a short moment, but quickly finding it to taste rather nice. She let out a calm moan, intent on imitating her mother. "That's really good!"

"Mhm!" Sveena nodded with a mouth full of tuna.

Off in the distance, a golden light fluttered, prancing seemingly back and forth in the Warp's void, as if it was looking for something or someone within it.

Tzeentch, a bored look on his equivalent of a face, appeared next to the two, looking up at the light and sighing. "[color:5e96=A6E5E3]Yep. He's at it again." he commented with a taste of annoyance.

"Huh?" Sveena huh'd, her mouth still full of delicious tuna as she looked up at Tzeentch, then followed his eyes to the golden light.

"[color:5e96=A6E5E3]You see that little thing up there? That's a part of the God-D*ck of Mankind himself, the Anaethema," The God of Change continued, "[color:5e96=A6E5E3]Big E's up to something."

".... Huh?"

"[color:5e96=A6E5E3]Y'know," Tzeentch turned to look at Sveena, "[color:5e96=A6E5E3]The Anaethema. The guy who's entire existence is an affront to Chaos and seeks to destroy it? I think I told you about him once."

Sveena gulped her tuna down and looked at Tzeentch for a moment, then back at the golden light. "Why does he want to destroy chaos?" She asked.

"[color:5e96=A6E5E3]Because we gods love our schemes that benefit only ourselves, as well as the Warp's tendancy to let loose hordes of daemons on will, mutate those within its vicinity, and destroy entire planets if given enough time."

"Hmph. Well that's all changing," Sveena harrumphed.

"[color:5e96=A6E5E3]You think he knows that? His son killed him around ten thousand years ago, and his psyche's been shattered ever since. He's nigh omnipotent, but his smarts are strung across the warp and reality further than concievably possible." Tzeentch explained.

"Hm... Well then I'm gonna find his smarts and help him!" Sveena proclaimed.

The God of Change looked at the Enclavian for a moment, before letting out a long wheeze that broke into a great cackle. "[color:5e96=A6E5E3]Good luck with that!" Tzeentch said in an excessively sarcastic tone, "[color:5e96=A6E5E3]Him taking help from a Chaos God is as plausible as his followers not calling him a god!"

".... I'm gonna say hello!" Sveena exclaimed, turning to Neb, "I'll be back later! I love you!"

"Bye!" Neb waved back to her mother, as Tzeentch simply sat in place, "[color:5e96=A6E5E3]I'll bet ten bucks she'll be disappointed." before vanishing into thin air.

In a flash of green light, Sveena teleported closer to the light of gold. "Hello! My name's Sveena!" She happily introduced herself.

The orb of golden light said nothing in return, hovering for a moment, before darting off towards a far off shift in the color of the Warp itself, straying from the usual magentas and purples into a more golden color.

"Wait! Come back! I just wanna talk,! I'm not gonna hurt you!" Sveena cried out, repeatedly teleporting after the orb.

Eventually, in her many teleports, she would find herself standing next to a massive figure, ornate gold plating covering his body, from a massive eagle rising past his head, to the very tips of his massive boots. She could watch as the orb she had followed was absorbed by the man, who shined radiantly in every way. From the silky look of his long brown hair, to the chiseled, serious face that looked down upon the Enclavian as he turned to face her, one could tell that he was no ordinary man at all.

Of course, she had no time to respect whoever this individual may be, for she was too busy gasping in horror. "Oh my gosh! Did you just.. Eat him!?" She cried out, believing the orb of light she had chased down was the 'Anaethema' in his entirety, and that he had just been consumed by whoever this very shiny man was.

The hardness of the man's face softened for a moment, as he let out the slightest of chuckles at the Enclavian's dismay. "You understand not, warp god," he spoke in a calm manner, "I merely became one step closer to being the man that I once was before your kind's filth tainted half of my sons, my devoted Primarchs, and left me to die."

Sveena blinked, unsure of what this man had said exactly. "... So... You... Didn't eat the Ana.. Anthema.. Anaethema?"

"Anathema," the baroque man grunted, "A name created by your kind to brand me with. I am the Anaethema, cowering warp god, as was the piece of myself that just returned to me."

"Oh! Was that one of your smarts?" Sveena asked, oblivious as ever.

An angered look crossed the Emperor's face as he pulled out a massive sword, its blade caught in an eternal fire. "I grow impatient with your foolery, beast! Did the Changer of Ways send you just to taunt me? Or have you come by your own, misguided thought?"

Sveena reeled back a little at the sight of the sword before explaining herself, "I just wanted to help you find your smarts. Tzeentch said that your smarts are all over the Warp."

"So he did send you here for his own amusement and, in some way, his sinister plots!" the massive man stated, poking his sword slightly towards her, "I need no help from squirming daemons!"

"Oh, I'm not a daemon," Sveena smiled, "I'm a human!"

The Emperor glanced at the half-cat Enclavian, dressed in Necron-themed garb and living within the Warp, and gave a hearty chuckle, slowly sheathing his weapon. "That is a good joke, warp spawn," he sighed, "But in all reality, what sort of mutant or neverborn are you?"

Sveena blinked, confused for a moment as to how what she said was a joke. "I.. I don't get how that was a joke.. I'm a human," She insisted.

"Sure, and I'm an Ork!" the man grunted in response.

"You are?" Sveena squinted her eyes, trying to spot any orky details.

"No!" he sighed, grasping his forehead in annoyance, before replying, "I am the Emperor of Mankind. I know when I see a human, whether it be a mutant or not. And you... if you ever were a human, you are far detached from being so now."

"Oh... So I was a human... Then what am I now?" Sveena asked.

"A vile warp god, of course!" the Emperor stated with a seriously annoyed tone.

"Oh... But.. If I can't be a god and a human at the same time... How are you a human?"

"I am the pinnacle of Humanity's potential, not a god," the Emperor explained, "I will not let myself fall in the same categories as the Blood God or the Plaguefather in their disgusting ways."

"Oh... I better tell Tzeentch that when I see him again. He said that you're a god," Sveena noted.

"Tzeentch is a liar at heart. He lied to my son, and nearly crossed his warring daemon hordes to Terra itself because of the consequences of his lies. I don't like talking to him much, but if you must, take every word he says with a grain of salt."

"Why do I need salt?" Sveena blinked.

"It's a mere phrase," the Emperor explained, beginning to see the shortcomings of Sveena's intelligence, "It means to not simply listen to one's words and believe them for fact."

"Oh, okay," Sveena nodded before quickly realizing with a short gasp she had not introduced herself to the Emperor, only one of his smarts, "Oh! My name's Sveena, by the way!" As usual, she neglected to list off her title as the other gods would.

"Hmm," the Emperor nodded, as another orb of light flew into him, his radiance shining slightly brighter. "So, what have Tzeentch and the other Gods told you of me, Sveena?"

"Ummm... They haven't actually talked about you before. I just found out about you when I saw one of your smarts and then Tzeentch told me you wanna destroy chaos and that your son killed you and then your smarts got all over the Warp."

The Emperor nodded slowly, "Yes, Chaos is a terrible force of nature, and Yes, I seek to remove it from existence so that it may not continue to subsist upon the weak and the innocent. But my son, my most trusted Horus, 'killing' me is a slight stretch. I did not die, but came close to so."

"Why did he try to kill you?" Sveena asked with genuine concern.

"The Gods of Chaos had inflicted his mind, corrupted him into believing that my destruction and that merely letting the galaxy burn were righteous choices. He was the leader of my armies as I worked upon my projects alone, so he gained the allegience of half of his brothers, generals of my armies, quite easily. The resulting war split my sons, killed many of them, and left me upon a throne to rot for ten thousand years."

"Oh my gosh," Sveena gasped, "That's awful!"

"It was. To watch my sons, my people, and my Imperium, crumble and fight itself on every basis, to see Horus strike down my son Sanguinius..." the Emperor quieted, seemingly losing his train of thought as he thought back to the Heresy so long ago.

"I'm... Really sorry that happened..." Sveena briefly thought of her own children turning on her, she could only imagine the heartbreak the Emperor must have endured, "... I do want to help you... Not just get your smarts back, but... Maybe we can get Horus to... Not want to kill you anymore."

"No... he is long gone..." The Emperor sighed, "As I came to find him strike down Sanguinius, we fought, and as he struck a mortal blow to me, I used a great amount of my energy to remove him from the Materium, the Imaterium, and beyond, to end his insurrection and the monster he had become. It was my rage that brought this, but even looking back, seeing him remorselessly strike down his own brother... I hold no qualms with myself."

There were a few tears in Sveena's eyes as she moved towardfs the Emperor as to hug him.

The Anathema quickly held his sword at arms length towards the Enclavian. "I do not ask for your sympathy for ancient history, Sveena, warp god."

Sveena jumped back a little, holding her hands close to herself in surprise before slowly relaxing. "I'm.. Sorry, I.. Thought a hug.. Would feel good," She whimpered.

"Not from your kind, it would not," the Emperor growled, "If you had listened, you would have known that whatever the cold grip of the Gods wraps around, it corrupts and leads to slaughter. The Warp's predators never change, from the time of Horus to now, they never will."

"That's... Not true," Sveena stated, her previous frightened posture fading away as she looked up at the Emperor, "The Warp can change, and it is changing."

"It may shift for a moment, but the flow of the Empyrean always returns to its natural course, given time," The Emperor retorted, "When I ruled over Mankind, I starved the gods of their power through my demands of removing religion from the eyes of man, and yet, they grow fatter with influence by the day."

"I don't.. Know what that means... But what I do know is the Warp made peace with the Champions, and there's no more war with anyone now outside the Warp. We even had a meeting where all the gods came together and we talked about what would help all the people in the Warp! We built a road that goes all over the Warp!" She exclaimed.

"What I mean is," the Emperor explained, "That no matter how much you attempt to change it, how powerful your actions, in time, the warp will revert back into its horrid, predatory ways."

"That's what everyone says, but with different words. But everyone also said a lot of things couldn't be done, and they were done," Sveena insisted, "I know how bad the Warp can be, I've seen it. Cego.. Ceroach.. Roach showed me how bad it can be. I walked across the entire Warp before I became a god, and there was a lot of bad... But there was good too, and I saw that it could be better. The Warp can be a better place for everyone."

"You see good where there is none, Sveena. The Warp is corrupt and rotten to its core. My past alone can attest to this. Even now, I gather my fractured mind, readying to reignite my grand Imperium and lead mankind into a noble future, a future free of the taint of Chaos and the Warp."

"Please, let me... Show you that things have changed, that the Warp can be good," Sveena pleaded.

"Why would I let myself be sent astray by a Warp God, furthering my abscence at the mantle of Humanity at the sinister plots of the gods?" the Emperor demanded, his blade unwaivering towards the Enclavian.

"I don't want another war," Sveena declared.

"By its very nature, the Warp needs War to thrive," the Emperor stated firmly, "For Slaanesh, pain. For Khorne, the bloodshed. For Tzeentch, the mutation and magics. And for Nurgle, the sickening plagues passed through it."

"No. It doesn't. Nurgle needs stagnation. War means people need to do things and they can't be with their families. But war also means people are doing the same thing over and over and over, killing each other. Tzeentch would be better off if there was peace. If there's no war, then people get to do sex a lot more, which is better for Slaanesh than people getting hurt. Khorne.... He's still dead and I'm going to take care of him later when he comes back. The Warp isn't at war with the Champions anymore, or anyone else, and it is going to stay that way forever. I will do whatever it takes to keep the Warp out of another war because I am the god of peace and hope," Sveena proclaimed, standing tall (Or as tall as she could) and confident before the Emperor.

The Emperor glared at Sveena for a moment, before turning away. "The gods benefit, whether there is war or not. War is merely their greatest instrument of founding it. Your incompetance to the world at large keeps you from seeing the bigger picture, parasite of emotions. My patience with you wears inexorably thin, so I demand you leave, or else you will understand why the Warp Gods fear the power of Man."

Sveena would have pressed further, but even she could parse the Emperor's threat, and she would rather avoid a fight with someone she was trying to convince that the Warp could be good. She let out a sigh and turned away from the man. "I'm still going to help you," She stated.

"You are NOT." The Emperor turned, a scowl on his face, "I will not take the help of foul warp monsters, be them self-proclaimed gods of 'peace' or not."

"But... Why?" Sveena looked back at the Emperor, a mixture of confusion and concern on her face.

"..." The Emperor let out a groan, "I told you of the many crimes against me and my Imperium they have committed. Why would I ever trust a terrilble, stinking, warp filth with assisting me, only to end with it stabbing me in the back?"

"Because trust is how you make friends. You could have stabbed me in the back when I turned around, but you didn't," Sveena answered. She knew how much he seemed to loathe the gods of the Warp, yet she had turned her back towards him anyway.

"Because you have not threatened me yet," The Emperor stated, "But that does not mean I will allow you to help."

Sveena's eyes were downcast with a sad look on her face. "... I just want people to get along... I don't want anymore war.. It ruins everything.. For everyone," She lamented, shoulders slumped.

The look upon the Emperor's face hardened. "You wish to live in a fairy tale, and impossibility. Differences will always arise, people will always find conflict, and the existence of the Ruinous Powers does not bring any assistance to it. You and your kind are an obstacle to the very thing you seek. The sooner you realize such, and find something more meaningful to do, the contempt I shall have for you is unending."

It took Sveena moment, but she remembered what 'contempt' meant from her time reading the dictionary. "... Why do you hate me?" She asked, "Like... I know you don't like the other gods because of what they did to you, but why me?"

"Your very existence is an opposition to my plans," he stated clearly.

"How?"

"Mankind has been, and always will be, plagued by the predatory nature of the Warp. If Humanity is to endure and thrive, then it must remove that which ails it with daemonic hordes and corruption."

"But... I stopped Nurgle from killing a lot of people, humans. How am I hurting humans?" Sveena asked.

"Oh, you halted him? My corporeal body walks again, and I can assure you, his beasts still march upon the world." An image of the legions of Nurgle, the ones lead by Thrax, causing devastation in the Middle East hovered behind the Emperor for a moment, before fading.

There was an initial gasp of shock at what Sveena saw before she clenched her now-shaking fists. She turned away and screamed furiously, [color:5e96=50C878]"NUUUUURGAAAAAAAAAL!"

The Emperor let out a sharp chuckle, "Ah, yet again, the gods snap at one another. The Great Game is eternal, it seems."

Sveena snapped her head towards the Emperor and shouted, [color:5e96=50C878]"I AM GOING TO HELP YOU FIND YOUR SMARTS WHEN I AM DONE WITH NURGLE!" With that, she vanished in a violent flash of green light.

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Nurgle, the god of pestilence and stagnation, let out a long sigh of relief as he laid in his murky swamp, dozing off to sleep without a care in the world. Having told Thrax to return, and settling his issues with the God of Peace, he had not a problem to worry abou-

BOOM!

Swamp sludge sprayed in all directions and soon rained from the sky, jutting away from an explosion of furious green with Sveena at its epicenter. [color:5e96=50C878]"NURGLE!"

[color:5e96=2E492E]"Huh?" Nurgle lazily opened his eyes, letting out a yawn, [color:5e96=2E492E]"What?"

[color:5e96=50C878]"WHY ARE YOU STILL INVADING PEOPLE!? DON'T SAY YOU AREN'T! I SAW IT!"

[color:5e96=2E492E]"What? I'm not!" Nurgle stated with a plegmy cough, [color:5e96=2E492E]"I ordered them to retreat after you first yelled!

[color:5e96=50C878]"Then let's see where they are," Sveena hissed, teleporting both herself and Nurgle to the location revealed to her by the Emperor of Mankind. They would appear close to Dr. Thrax, who was enjoying a cocktail of various alcohols while watching a few television screens uplinked to drones. He had been ordering his petulent forces through radio while watching them on the screens, as if this was all some sort of strategy game in real time or something.

"Oh, oh! And tell them 'doctor's orders'! Bahahaha!" Thrax laughed into a radio, unaware of the two gods behind him.

[color:5e96=2E492E]"Ahem." the god of plagues cleared his throat loudly.

"Eh? Hold on guys there's some a**hole behind m-" Thrax stopped talking upon turning around and seeing just who the 'a**hole' was, "... Heeey! Noogie! What ah.. What brings you here to my humble encampment?"

[color:5e96=2E492E]"I see you're still continuing the incursion... against my will." Nugle crossed his chubby arms as he gave a fat scowl to Thrax.

"Wh- Well- I, uh- Listen... Twizzler made me do it," Thrax declared, "Eh.. Blue guy. He threatened me... He.. Threatened my men- Well, I don't know.. If they are men- But he threatened them. But he only threatened me directly, so I... Had to.. Lie to everyone, tell them that you actually wanted us to ah.. Continue. Otherwise, he would kill us all!"

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"That's only partially not true!" Tzeentch appeared to the side of Thrax, [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"I mostly threatened him by dumping bleach on him and all of his sickoes if they didn't keep doing what they were doing. And Thrax here looooved the idea of keeping his work going, didn't ya, buddy?"

"Wha- No, that is ridiculou- Noogie, are you going to trust a man that is blue?" Thrax asked.

[color:5e96=2E492E]"Why should I trust the man who worked for the blue guy?"

[color:5e96=50C878]"ALL OF YOU- Except you Nurgle, you've been doing good, I'm really proud of you- [color:5e96=50C878]YOU TWO THOUGH!" Sveena screamed, pointing her finger at Thrax and Tzeentch, [color:5e96=50C878]"WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AT PEACE! THRAX.. I DON'T REALLY KNOW YOU! BUT YOU NEED TO STOP! YOU, TZEENTCH! WHY ARE YOU TELLING EVERYONE HERE TO KEEP KILLING PEOPLE?! DO YOU WANT ANOTHER WAR WITH THE CHAMPIONS!?"

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Nope, not dealing with this, you're on your own Thrax, I'm out, cya!" Tzeentch yelped hastily before dissapearing.

Sveena clenched her teeth and growled, turning to Nurgle, [color:5e96=50C878]"You take care of Thrax. I'm going to find Tzeentch." Without waiting for a response, she vanished as well.

"... We were threatened, by the way," Thrax defended himself.

Nurgle sighed and snatched Thrax by the head, dragging him back through a portal to the swamp. [color:5e96=2E492E]"Let's go. There is much to do, now that you've betrayed me."

"Bah! Not if I take my CYANIDE CAPSULE!" Thrax declared, wiggling a bit and pulling a small pill out of his pocket as he was dragged. He tossed the little pill into his mouth and chomped down on it before going limp.

[color:5e96=2E492E]"...I know you'll be fine, and your body is still being taken to the swamp," the Plaguefather sighed.

"No I'm dea- WAIT S***!" Thrax yelped, realizing he had blown his 'perfect' cover of playing dead. It turned out there was no cyanide pill at all, and what Thrax had taken was just a bit of candy. This plan had worked out far better in his head.

=====

[color:5e96=50C878]"TZEENTCH!" Sveena roared, appearing in the God of Change's domain. She was getting very tired of screaming at her fellow gods.

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Nope, not coming ooooout!" Tzeentch stated in a sing-song manner.

Sveena took a deep breath as her fists clenched, ready to scream at the top of her lungs in frustration. By some miracle, she managed to regain some of her composure, slowly but angrily letting out her breath as her hands unclenched and trembled for a moment. "Tzeentch," She said shakily with closed eyes, still trying to come down from her rage, "... Please... I promise I won't scream."

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"I'm good... We can still have a nice chat like this, now can't we?" The voice of Tzeentch echoed about, untraceable in its starting location.

Sveena let out an exasperated sigh and took a short moment to formulate her words, "Out of all the other gods.. Except maybe Aetulia.. I thought you would be... I thought you'd want things to change."

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"And things have!" Tzeentch chimed, [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"But I have to ensure that they keep changing, or else I'm out of an occupation... or existence. You see my dilemna?"

Sveena didn't know what a 'dilemma' was, but at this point, she could get the gist of these things. "Tzeentch, if you keep trying to change things like that, like doing war stuff.. They're gonna stay the same. It'll make more war and then Khorne will come back. And if you didn't get yourself killed by the Champions because of all the war you started, it'll happen once he's back for sure. War just makes more war and then nothing can actually change. Peace helps everyone... Except maybe Khorne, but for everyone else, peace is a good thing! Even Nurgle can change to make peace happen. Slaanesh is going along with it. The Champions are changing their attitude and... The only person not changing is you."

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Me? I've changed so much, you wouldn't even believe! I've changed from a manic douche who didn't think you were amusing, to one who did, to one who's somewhat afraid of you! See? Change!"

"Afraid of me?" Sveena blinked, "I.. Don't want you to be afraid of me, Tzeentch. You're my friend. Even if you make me mad, that doesn't mean I hate you and that you should be afraid of me...." She thought for a moment on how furious she had gotten earlier, "I'm.. Sorry for screaming at you. This peace thing means a lot to me, but.. That doesn't mean I should've gotten so mad."

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Apology accepted!" Tzeentch stated, poofing into existence from a cloud of smoke, [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"And I get it means a lot to you and all.... But I'm probably gonna find another loophole to your whole 'Peace with the Champions'," with aggregious air quotes (in fact, some weren't even attached to his body), [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Like sending a bunch of Khornate Marines into the real world or something fun like that. Actually, exactly that. Their yelling and nonexistent self-preservation makes for entertaining viewings."

"Tzeentch," Sveena huffed, "Please try not to do evil tricks and stuff. I'm trying to get the Emperor of Mankind (His name isn't Anathema, by the way) to see that the Warp isn't all bad...." Her expression changed to show the lightbulb that had struck her as a small, cheeky smile found its way on her face, "I mean... Wouldn't you want to change his mind?"

Tzeentch stared deadpan at Sveena for a moment, before wheezing, breaking into a fit of cackling. [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"You... you think you can make HIM not hate the Immaterium?! the God of Change managed to huff out amidst his laughter, as he fell to the ground, smacking the ground with a fist to further show that what Sveena had said was hilarious to him.

Sveena folded her arms and pouted. "It won't be easy," She insisted, "but peace hasn't been easy either. It'll be worth it in the end though."

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Getting him to change his mind on that is like making a nurglite bathe," Tzeentch commented, back to floating in his position oncemore, [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"It's nearly entirely impossible. I mean, you've crossed through their swamp, so you know what I mean."

"Hmph. I'm sure I could get a nurglite to take a bath," Sveena mumbled, "Don't you want to try? Then there's someone that doesn't hate us and you changed something that is 'nearly entirely impossible' to change."

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Nnnnnnnnnnnnope," Tzeentch grinned, [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"I don't want to touch that mess of a situation with a stick as long as the warp is wide, or even wider. Leave me out of that, 'cause it'll only lead to bad things. Trust me on that one."

"Can you at least help me find his smarts?"

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Nah, he can find them on his own. Not my fault his sons rebelled, stormed his shiny castle, and managed to put him into a century long coma that shattered his very being-" Tzeentch stopped himself rather quickly, remembering that he did in fact play a part in the Heresy.

Judging by Sveena's expression, she knew that too.

[color:5e96=A6E5E3]"I'm just gonna... go back to scheming..." Tzeentch nervously laughed, floating backwards, a portal slowly opening behind him as he slipped through, [color:5e96=A6E5E3]"Oh, but before I go let me tell you that Magnus was stupid for trusting me in that moment to get to Terra."

"Wait, who's Magnus?"

But before Sveena could even finish her question, he had slipped away yet again.

"Hmph...." Sveena stood there for a few moments, thinking. Eventually, she teleported away to Nurgle's swamp in search of a nurglite to give a bath.

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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by thecardiackidofDCVII on Thu Aug 02, 2018 10:54 pm

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"We might be safe now, but we have to figure out where to go next. This world is becoming increasingly dangerous..." Leo commented, as he paced around the ship.

"Dangerous? Ha! You should've seen the way those guys freaked out when I took over their ship," Ben laughed.

"This isn't a mere game, child," Reinhardt said. "We need to find out which way the Múspellian forces are headed, and avoid the ones who attacked the Overwatch carrier at all costs."

"It already seems that they have spread over much of this area. Where would they go from here..." Leo mused, thinking aloud.

McCree approached grimly. "Y'all might wanna check the news for this one," he grumbled, turning around a tablet and scrolling down to a news story.

"MALIBU IN FLAMES, HOLLYWOOD ARMY ADVANCING TOWARDS ANAHEIM" read the headline.

"Well, that does it. What should we do now?" Leo asked the others.

"We need to reach this... what is it? Village? Town? Province?" Celica asked.

"City," McCree replied.

"We need to get to this city before the Múspellian army does, and help vacate it. If we do that, we can assure that few lives will be lost in the inevitable razing of that city," Celica finished.

"If we reach there quickly enough," Reinhardt added, "we may be able to set up a stronghold there. A bastion to guard against the oncoming army, to repel them from the city's borders. It would be a war of attrition."

"Does anyone know where Xander went?" Celica asked. "We split up in the Overwatch carrier..."

"He was with me," McCree replied. "He shouldn't be too far off. Tracer's helpin' him get his wounds dressed, but... well, it ain't pretty."

"I am perfectly fine," Xander grunted, walking towards the rest of the war council. His expression was strained, but he was struggling to remain stoic. "Though I am inhibited in my sword combat until I have recovered."

"You should still be careful in battle, brother," Leo said, "It would not help us any if you push your limits too far at this point."

"Again, I stress that I will be fine," Xander said.

"Please, don't overexert yourself," Celica pressed. "You have as much to offer in terms of tactics as you do battle."

Xander closed his eyes. "I was injured because I was not paying attention. I will observe more carefully from now on, in order to serve you, and my people, better," Xander stated.

"Be that as it may," Reinhardt said, "we still need to craft a plan to intercept the army."

Ben smirked. "Well, we do have this cool airship that Upgrade can make go SUPER fast," the kid said, folding his arms.

"Any extra time would be beneficial," Leo mused, "It will no doubt take us some time to set up proper defenses against the army."

"I'll relay a message to the watchpoint, tell 'em to tell the local government to issue a mandatory evac," McCree said. "In the meantime, Mei and D.va are gonna get the Los Angeles evacuees outta here and to a safer locale. Y'all go ahead to Anaheim, and take Tracer with ya. Remember, this ain't no Disneyland trip, so don't goof off."

"I assure you, McCree, we intend to do the opposite of goof off," Reinhardt replied.

"Alright! Let's give this thing a little Upgrade!" Ben announced, the plunger on his watch rising out of its socket. He slammed the Omnitrix, and a green light enveloped him. He began to change, his head deforming and bulging out, his body becoming skinnier, spindlier, smaller...

...until all that was left of Ben was a tiny, grey frog-like life-form with bulging orange eyes.

"Aw, man! Grey Matter?!" Ben complained. "Whatever. I can still make this work. Fasten your seat belts, guys."

The little grey Ben opened up an air vent and crawled inside.

"I suppose while we wait for him to get to the helm, we'd better discuss our battle strategy for once the Múspellians arrive," Celica said.

"I agree," Leo remarked, "We have to make sure that we know what we're doing when we get there. We need all the time we can get to prepare."

"How can we disperse the Múspellian troops? Thinning their numbers will allow us to drain their resources and attention faster," Celica wondered.

"For that, we will need a map of the city," Reinhardt replied. "We have the advantage of alliance with local authority. Therefore, we can plot out all possible entry points and work on disrupting any possible courses of invasion."

Tracer pulled up a holographic map, and set it on the ground so that it was visible to all. It was a three-dimensional map of [url=

https://www.mapsofworld.com/usa/states/california/maps/anaheim-city-map.jpg]the city[/url], with all possible points of invasion marked in orange.

"There's a long road that cuts through the city from the northwest to the southeast," Celica pointed out, gesturing to the Interstate 5. "We can set up barricades on both sides of that road to stop any of our enemies fro passing into the city limits."

"That would work," Leo agreed, "It would divert their attention for a while if they try those entrances that they can't pass through."

"It would also force them to detour to the narrower, less-organized part of the city," Celica added, gesturing to the roads surrounding Yorba Linda.

"That would make it easier to attack them first, or force them into less-organized groups." Leo commented as he looked at the roads in that area.

"In addition, there are many open spaces in that area to set up camps and fortifications," Celica replied, pointing at the three parks to the east of Yorba Linda.

"With the local resources from the authorities of the area on our side, I think we can make this work." Leo agreed, scouting the area on the map once again.

"There appears to be some sort of resort to the south of the city, as well as a large stadium," Reinhardt mused, pointing to Disneyland Resort and the Honda Center respectively. "If we fortify these areas, we can house the allied Nohrian soldiers as well as any allied local military forces."

"It would also behoove us to block off some of the roads in this grid," Celica said, circling around the angular street maps in western Anaheim.

"I agree," Leo said, "And it would definitely make sense to use the resources of those resorts in southern area. Extra space for troops like that could be very beneficial."

"So it appears we have the basics of our plan; once we arrive, we can flesh out the details," Reinhardt said.

"Agreed," Celica replied.

The ship jerked. The intercom crackled, and the high-pitched voice of Grey Matter said, "Alright, guys; we're ready to roll! Let's get a move on!"

"Hold onto something," Reinhardt suggested. "I have a feeling that someone so small will inevitably fly a little... recklessly..."

"I think I'm starting to get used to reckless flying..." Leo commented, thinking back to the incident that had happened just a little earlier.

The ship lurched forward, and Celica toppled on her rear. She grabbed onto the side and staggered to her feet. Once the ship leveled out, Ben began the trip to Anaheim...
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Post by SpongeBobRocks23 on Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:04 pm

Build Up Our Army, He Dies Tonight (Part 1)

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Death, EEEEVIL Magikarp and Lemongrab were sitting together in a low star hotel in Overwatch's New York, bored out of their minds. They had pretty much toured most of New York at this point, and had nothing to do. Things were more exciting with Ganon, that was for sure. "Hey man, ya'll hungry or...somethin?" asked Death. Everyone moaned. "...'Take that as a 'No'." replied Death. "NnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THIS BOREDOM IS ANGERING MEEEEEEEEEEEE. I DEMAND SATISFACTION." growled Lemongrab as he flailed his arms, crossing his eyes so far that it almost looked like they would roll back sideways. "Silence fool! You're not the only one who's bored to death you sour faced lemon tart!" yelled out EEEEEEEEEEVIL Magikarp.

"Hey dudes, calm down. We ain't gonna let this stupid boredom try to tear us 'part." spoke Death, attempting to calm down the two. "Well we would'nt have to act this way if we could just DO SOMETHING FOR GOD'S SAKE!" exclaimed the demonic Magikarp. "Mmm....idea, man. Let's go outside, y'know, stretch our legs and all that stuff." suggested Death. Lemongrab and the Magikarp looked at each other, then quickly back at Death. The two nodded, slowly got up, Death following their movement by doing the same, and slowly slumped over towards the door. They proceeded to the parking lot of the motel, and....well...nothing.

They just stood out in the parking lot, looking around. At least they did something. "...So...now what?" asked EEEEEVIL Magikarp. "I dunno, man." confessed Death. The three slumped to the ground in an exaggeratedily bored manner. Suddenly, someone yelled at them from the far side of the street. The three got up and examined the street. It was Bendy, trying to get the other three's attention. "Hey, fellas!" yelled out Bendy, waving to them with both arms. The Ink Demon darted towards the three. "You guys friends of Ganon? Oh, hey Lemons." asked Bendy. Lemongrab grunted. "Yeah, we friends with him!" exclaimed Death. "More or less." remarked EEEEEVIL Magikarp. "Well, he and a couple of his buddies are trying to build an army to fight this Hitomi shmuck. You guys in or skin?" asked Bendy.

The three's eyes lit up, and were quick to nod yes. Bendy gave a grin. "Well, follow me. We gotta find a lot more people for this army thing." said Bendy, gesturing the two as he dashed off. The three followed Bendy, glad excitement was resurged for them once again.

However, it was'nt long as they traversed the streets that they encountered a small Slime Legion Slime, falling from the sky and splattering on the road. The four were horrified at first, but the slime was quickly to reform itself. It jumped up and down gleefully. "Again! Again!" it exclaimed. A cloud came floating downwards toward the slime, allowing the slime to get on and fly back into the sky. The four were immensly confused...but then Death remembered something. "Wait...Derpy's dragon pet thing! It can like, control clouds and stuff like that! He must be up there!" exclaimed Death. "Well, we better follow that cloud, then." said Bendy. "But how will we do such a thing?" asked EEEEEVIL Magikarp.

Bendy took out his pipe cane, pulled the trigger-like device under the straight end and switched it into its gun mode. Bendy aimed at the cloud and fired a large cartoon bullet, a string attached to the inside of the barrels. The Bullet bit the cloud, acting as a grappling hook for them to follow the cloud. Death, the Magikarp and Lemongrab grabbed onto Bendy and slowly arose from the ground, dangling from the floating cloud.

The four arrived on a bed of clouds, on said large bed was a small group of the Slime Legion, along with Derpy Hooves and Barak. The slimes and Derpy were bouncing up and down on the clouds, while Barak was fast asleep. Derpy spotted Bendy and the others and quickly darted towards them. "You guys made it! Quick, get on a cloud and bounce on it! It's fun, hee hee hee!" giggled Derpy, excited to see her old friends have come to the "party" she and the other slimes were having right now. "Dang Derp, you've been here this entire time?" asked Death. "Well, no, we were on the ground and stopped some bad metal things from bullying these slimey slimes, but Barak flew us here so they'd be safe and now we're having a party!" beamed Derpy. "Cool! I wanna join the bounce party, dude!" said Death, about to leap on a cloud before Bendy stopped him.

"We'd love to party right now, but we're trying to gather an army for Ganon. You guys want in?" "Ooh, ooh, I wanna help in the army thingie! I wanna come! I'll ask the slimeys!" exclaimed Derpy. The cross eyed pegasus flew towards the slimes, conversing with them, the slimes responding by nodding. The slimes then approached Bendy's group. "We will aid you in your battle, however, we will need our entire population and our leader, Bark Slimely, before we agree on anything." Bendy nodded. Barak awoke from his slumber and approached the clashers. "Barak says he wants to come too!" said Derpy, flying along side her electric dragon partner. "Alright, we got a good few people so far, but we're gonna need A LOT more if we wanna stand a chance against Hitomi. We're gonna need to go back into the city." explained Bendy.

Barak nodded, bowing his head to lead the Clashers onto his back. The group hopped on, and as soon as everyone mounted the long dragon, the pet of Zeus darted towards the city bellow, flying past buildings as they examined the streets bellow to find any out-of-place characters. Luckily, they found one. A small blue tinted girl on top of a building. Barak and Derpy landed, and the group dismounted the dragon and approached the ghost girl. The ghost girl, said ghost girl in question obviously being Spooky, was laying on a beach chair, sunglasses on her face. She was'nt asleep, but just sunbathing...or rather impersonating someone performing such an act because she was a ghost and therefore could'nt get a suntan.

"Hey, Ghostie Goo--" began Bendy before Spooky rudely interupted him. "Ah ah ah. If you're askin for a flyer you're out of luck. I just gave away the last one. You want another, you're on your own." remarked Spooky. "Wha--No, listen to me kid. We're trying to make an army to go against a long eared @$$hat named Hitomi. You look like a Clasher, so we're askin if you want in. You join us, you save the universe and get free brownie points or...whatever you ghost kiddos are into nowadays." explained Bendy. Spooky slowly got up, turning towards Bendy. "An army, huh? I'll join...on one condition." spoke Spooky. "Name it." said Bendy. "You gotta get me a Gamecube. I've always wanted one of those things. A human who came through my mansion one time mentioned it and from what I know it looks pretty cool."

Bendy stared at Spooky with a face that was a cross of immense confusion and slight annoyance. "Uh...wh..what?." said Bendy. "Listen Felix the Cat Ripoff, these three words are nonnegotiable: Super. Mario. Sunshine. I know what you want, and I know what I deserve. I need a little break after passing out these Black Hat INC flyers, ya know? Advertising for villianous wares is hard stuff for a ghost kid like me." stated Spooky. "Okay, I get what you're saying but...uhh...I don't...I don't know what that is." said Bendy. Spooky frowned. "Fine. I'll join anyway. I'm kinda bored here anyway. I can summon some ghosts for you guys if you want." "We'd appreciate that, yeah. The more the merrier." approved Bendy. "Alright, give me a few minutes. I gotta find them first." commented Spooky. She closed her eyes and began to feel at the air. After a full minute, Spooky opened her eyes and faced Bendy yet again.

"Kay, I know where they are now. Follow me." said Spooky, taking off towards the city. The group hopped back onto Barak and went after Spooky. The group found themselves in an alleyway, though it looked like a small little town of its own. "Ah man, it's that Slime Alleyway again. I hope we don't get kidnapped again, dude." spoke Death, a bit worried as he looked around the village. Suddenly, a circle of cars, no passangers inside of them and headlights glowing red right in their faces, slowly approached them, some of the Slime Legion residents hiding behind buildings or in houses. "Halt!" yelled out Spooky, holding out both hands into the air as if she was the phophet to these Ghost Cars.

"Fellow specters, we are in need of your assistance! We are attempting to fight an elf known as Hitmoi, and we need a large army to stand up against them! Please, will you help us?" The cars slowly closed in as Spooky made her speech, however, they abruptly stopped, their headlights turning off. One of the Ghost Cars revved up in approval, saying they would help Spooky and the others in their indevours of defeating this "Hitomi" person. "Good!" beamed Spooky. The group were stunned, who knew this ghost had such a connection with other ghosts to the point where she could pasify them? One of the slimes hiding behind a building approached the group. It was, surprisingly, Bark Slimely.

"...Thank you. Perhaps I misjudged you all. You are not responsible for this...strange sequence of events we're in, are you?" stated Bark. "Whadaya mean?" asked Bendy. "This...series of unforunate events, us changing locations, us encountering these strange beings, you all have no control over this? Are you as confused as us?" "Pretty much, man." responded Death. "Oh...I apologize for our violent behavior towards you. We were simply confused as to where we were, and how we were going to survive in this confusing world...or worlds rather." said Bark. Slimely then looked towards Barak. "Especially you, dragon." Bark said. Barak growled passivly, pretty much saying "I guess I forgive you".

"Because of your kind efforts to help us against these...Ghost Cars, as you call them, we as well shall aid you against this elf tyrant. Rest assured, we will make sure this Hitomi will have his head on a spike before the day is over with!" proclaimed Bark. The slimes gave a hoorah to Bark Slimely as he said this. "Uh, the Bookwielders probably want him alive but...eh, what the heck." commented Bendy. "Sound the alarm! We must alert the other factions to get them involved in this! We will overwhelm this elf with our biggest army!" ordered Bark. One of the slimes grabbed a horn from behind and blew into it.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

The battle horn sounded off once again. Soon enough, a stampede of slimes paraded themselves directly towards the alleyway village. Bark Slimely bounced towards the army that just arrived. "Brothers, this ghostly young woman and her adversaries request for us to aid them in a legendary battle against an elf known as Hitomi, who for all we know is plotting a dastardly plan that will harm this world that we are currently in. Because of this, we must reunite our factions once more, so we can be assure this Hitomi is defeated beforen the day is over!" announced Bark Slimely. The slimes cheered, and Bark faced the Clashers yet again after he delivered his speech. “We are ready when you are.” spoke Bark.

“You don’t mind if I get up on the soapbox and talk to everyone real quick, do ya?” asked Bendy to the Slime Commander. Bark nodded, and Bendy took out an actual soapbox out of his hammerspace and plopped it onto the ground. He leaped up onto the soapbox, grabbed a megaphone from his pocket and turned it on. “Alright, listen up!” yelled Bendy through the megaphone. “Now, we got a big group right now, but we’re gonna need just a few more if we really wanna give Hitomi the disadvantage!” announced Bendy. “How do we know the amount we’ll obtain will be enough?” asked one slime in the crowd. “....Eh.” spoke Bendy. “Anyway, we’re gonna split up into three groups!” Bendy pointed towards Spooky, Derpy and Barak.

“Dragon, Ghost, Horse, you guys are our air team! We need you guys to scan the city from the sky and see if you can find anyone who would be helpful to us!” ordered Bendy. Derpy gave a one hoof salute to Bendy, and gave a silly attempt at a serious expression. “Sir yes sir!” beamed Derpy. “We’ll do our best!” added Spooky. Bendy then pointed to the Ghost Cars and the Slime Legion. “Cars, Slimes, you’re our road team. Slimes, you hop into the cars and take a joyride out into the streets.” said Bendy. The slimes quickly slipped themselves into the Ghost Cars, and instantly they drove off into the streets of New York. “What about us, Ink Dude?” asked Death. “We’re the ground team. We’ll patrol the city by foot. If we don’t find anyone, we’ll move to the outskirts of New York, and go into the next town if we gotta.” The group nodded, and with this four raced out of the alleyway and onto the streets.

The quest was on.
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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Lowfn on Sun Aug 05, 2018 5:44 am

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Reimu and Rumia

Despite having some of the evil within her leeched out by Rumia, Reimu was still a rotten human being to the core. She was still just as irate and violent as ever. An unfortunate sign that she was normal.

Luckily, Rumia’s specialties in darkness extended to “darkness within.” And due to Reimu being nothing but nastiness, the darkness sprite had almost unlimited access to puppeteering the shrine maiden.

"This is abuse! Let go of me and I'll consider ending you painlessly!"

Like a fly caught in a spider's web, Reimu strained and wriggled in midair in an attempt to loosen Rumia's grasp over her. But like an angry, volatile puppet, Rumia held her in place, with ink-black "strings" extending from Reimu's hands and ankles.

"No more hurting people," the smaller spirit insisted. "That's mean!"

"YOU'RE MEAN," Reimu retorted. "YOUR ENTIRE SPECIES IS MEAN! D@MN YOU! D@MN YOU ALL!"

Rumia gave a harsh tug, and Reimu promptly lurched back, as though she were pulled by the collar. "Then I'll have to make sure you're not a meanie," Rumia responded. "You can be my little pet until you're a good person! We're going to be best friends!"

"F@ck you!" Reimu continued to squirm.

"No! I want a snack instead!"

Reimu rolled her eyes. "I'M the grown up here! Why are YOU in charge?!"

"Because you're a meanie," Rumia answered. "Now get me something to eat!"

"Do it yourself!"

"No! You!"

"Never! I'd rather die!"

"Too bad! I'm hungry! Now find me something to eat!"

Reimu hated Rumia. She wouldn't save her if Yukari ended the world. She wouldn't care if she was sold for prostitution. And she certainly would NOT be getting her a snack.

Never the less, Rumia was the one in charge. Against her own will, Reimu's legs began to walk forward on their own despite Reimu's desire to stand ground. Her hand, against Reimu's will, took Rumia's, leading her towards where Reimu only presumed was the direction of food.

"I'll have to cut that arm off later," Reimu muttered to herself.

"We're going to be great friends," Rumia sang. "We're going to be BEST friends!"

"End my suffering," Reimu spat.

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"A foreigner to Earth, a traitor on the moon. Truly, there's no place for a traitor."

Leaning against the corner to reflect on her actions, Reisen let out a sorrowful sigh. In this world of tyrants and cowards, only following in Eirin's following gave the rabbit comfort, no matter how shady her practices were. And now even that was ripped away from her.

"Who'd you betray?" Asked Matilda from behind, carrying two mugs (She dropped another off for Mokou moments prior) of her not-so-famous 'hobo coffee'.

"Nobody important. Just the entire Lunarian civilization, that's all. Ran at the first sight of the landers. The Apollo ones…." Even Reisen herself couldn't forgive her cowardly behavior, looking back on the incident. "… The Apollo missions were big news on Earth, right?"

"I've never heard of them, but I'm sure they were important back in the day where I'm from," Matilda answered, offering a mug to Reisen, "I'm a traitor too."

Carefully, Reisen took the mug and took a small, experimental sample of Matilda's brew. "I suppose that brands two of us, wouldn't it? Traitors, I mean…." The hobo coffee tasted like a blend of 'fresh' (Fresh by Matilda's standards) coffee that had been thrown in the trash mixed with a few drips of hamburger grease.

"Yeah... I, uh.. Promise I wont betray you guys though," Matilda smiled before sipping her concoction.

"… Wouldn't blame you if you did." Flashbacks to Eirin's sick experiments flooded Reisen's memory. The disfigured faces, the decomposing bodies, the sounds of dozens begging for freedom, just to list the most bearable experiences. "…But thanks, anyways."

Reisen took a larger sample of the disgusting brew. It was awful, but it kept Reisen's mind off of her past crimes.

Matilda wasn't sure what Reisen could have done in the past, but her expression made it seem comparable to Oyler's own crimes against humanity. She briefly recalled the many occupied buildings she had burned down, those that she had personally soaked in gasoline, and then turning against those that had raised her. Even if they were the bad guys, they were still family in a messed up way. "I guess we both suck... But at least there's something that sucks more than us," Matilda gestured her mug, "Hobo food."

The Lunarian chuckled. "Yeah, can't argue with that. Hobo food." She paused briefly. "Hobo food… and whoever we betrayed, I suppose."

"Oh yeah, the people I betrayed really sucked," Matilda nodded, "But... Even after I betrayed them, everyone else still wanted me dead because I worked with the bad guys."

"Chin up," Reisen offered. "You can't be the worst person out there. No matter how bad you are, there's bound to be someone worse, right?"

Out of nowhere, a scream cut through the white noise of the city alley, startling the ex-veteran and the pyromaniac. A voice that she, and everyone else in Gensokyo, learned to fear.

"…Speak of thy devil." Reisen grabbed her firearms. "This could get messy very quickly," she warned Matilda. "Be ready to fight tooth and nail if you have to."

"W-Wait, what? What's going on? Who screamed?" Matilda stammered, readying her flamethrower.

"Possibly the most dangerous psychopath, as far as I know." Reisen loaded a rocket launcher. "She's not too strong, but don't let that get the better of you; she's a mean fighter with an attitude, and isn't against killing for fun."

Slowly, Reisen crept towards the mouth of the alley, using the wall as cover. Slowly, she peered around the corner, making sure her ears wouldn't give away her position.

Surprisingly, Reisen's head did not explode or otherwise die in a horrific fashion. Instead she saw Reimu screaming and protesting, her head cocked towards an impatient Rumia. The unfortunate snack vendor was cowering from the madwoman before him.

"Should I spray and pray?" Matilda whispered nervously, obviously referring to her flamethrower.

"Stand down," Reisen commanded. "But don't lower your guard. Heck, don't pull your fingers from the trigger. Be ready to torch at a moment's notice."

Reisen slowly emerged from the shadows. She had no interest in confronting Reimu promptly otherwise interact with her. But she knew she couldn't stop a Lunar invasion force on an empty stomach, and Hobo food was, from a medical standpoint, not a healthy meal. Snacks were at least a step up. Matilda's head and the nozzle of her flamethrower peeked around the corner, ready to strike should this supposedly Greg-tier maniac attack.

Reisen tried to approach the vendor from behind, hoping not to be noticed by Reimu or Rumia. She needed to avoid drawing attention to herse-

"It's the doctor!" Rumia pointed and jumped about ecstatically. "Maybe she can fix your leg!"

Reimu glared in the direction Rumia pointed at, her eyes filled with hate and her hand itching for a weapon. Otherwise, typical Reimu.

"We're not open right now," Reisen snapped quickly. "Please try again lat-"

"The mean lady won't get me food. Can you get me something to eat?"

"…What on eart-"

"Doctors always have lollipops on them!" Rumia's knowledge in medical professionals clearly extended to food.

It was irritating to have to deal with what essentially amounted to a child, but at the same time, if Rumia would leave them alone if she was just given something to eat….

"… What's your call?" Reisen glanced back at Matilda for her input.

"W-What?" Matilda blinked, coming halfway out from cover.

"You think she'll leave us alone if we get her food?" Reisen motioned to Rumia. "It's not wise keeping her near, considering her 'cargo.'"

"I, um.. Well, I was always told to not feed hobos because then they keep coming back for food," Matilda answered, "... I fed the hobos anyway... Only some of them came back for food."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?" Rumia pouted.

"Do... You want some coffee?" Matilda offered, holding up her mug of hobo coffee that she had only sipped on.

"No! I can smell that from here! I want food! Not junk!" Rumia pointed insistently at the food stand.

"Will you stop bothering us?"

"Mayyyyybe."

"Let her starve," Reimu spat, still straining under Rumia's grasp. "It's what she deserves."

"You were right about the psychopath thing," Matilda remarked.

“… Well,” Reisen consented, as to spite the violent shrine maiden. “If you insist. Just tell us what you want.”

"Yay! I want that one and that one and that one and that one…." Rumia began pointing at everything the stand had to offer. Reimu, meanwhile, gave Matilda and Reisen a hateful glare, prompting the paranoid pyromaniac to retrain her flamethrower on the shrine maiden.

As Rumia listed off her meal choices, Reisen gave Matilda a nervous look. "I know where we can get the money to pay for that, but I'll need you to keep an eye on the both while I go out.
Can I trust you to do that?"

"... Okay... You're not gonna... You know..." Matilda felt a bit awkward saying it out loud, so she sheepishly moved her head back and forth with her mouth open. Normally it wouldn't be an issue to just say it, but Rumia looked like a little kid. "Are you?"

Reisen shook her head. "I'll be back. Promise. Just make sure the two don't hurt anyone while I go."

"You got it," Matilda nodded, quickly turning her attention to Reimu and Rumia. Her finger had no intention of leaving the trigger to her flamethrower as she aimed it between the two.

"Where'd she go," Rumia inquired as Reisen disappeared around the corner.

"She's getting money so you can get food. I'm watching you guys to make sure you don't hurt anyone... Especially you," Matilda finished her sentence by aiming her flamethrower at Reimu's head.

"Right. You're worried about me when she's the fucking MAN EATER over here!" Reimu gave Rumia a disgusted look.

"One of my best friends was a cannibal. People have to survive somehow," Matilda huffed, "Reisen told me you're the most dangerous psycopath she knows. One wrong move and I'll burn you alive!" While Matilda did her best to sound intimidating, she couldn't entirely hide her fear. She had no idea what this Greg-tier maniac was capable of. Considering she was presumably being held hostage by the little girl, that meant the little girl was even more dangerous. If only Matilda had two nozzles on her flamethrower she could aim with.

Reimu huffed. "I expected as much from a dirty monster sympathizer like you, defending the rights of creatures that don't have any."

Matilda squinted her eyes in confusion. "Is this... Some kind of racism thing going on? Is that a thing where you're from? Racist stuff between people and... Bunny.. Ear.. People?"

"Yōkai," Reimu and Rumia both corrected. "Devious little monsters of the night. Them, Lunarians, and foreigners like you are the reason why this world has problems to begin with… little shits…."

"We didn't have any bunn- yōkai where I'm from and we had plenty of problems," Matilda spat, "So far things here, where there are yōkai, are a lot better than where I'm from."

"No, no," Rumia interrupted. "Rabbits are moon people. Yōkai are things like me!"

"Besides, that wasn't my point. I'm saying that monsters and foreigners-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard enough racist rambling where I'm from. You guys never make any sense," Matilda rolled her eyes before looking down at Rumia, "You just look like a little kid though."

"Well… I am." Rumia gave Matilda a confused look. "Is that bad?"

"No, I mean, like... What makes you a yōkai? You look just like a regular person," Matilda explained.

"Oh! Well, us yōkai are kind of like ghosts, I think. Ghosts with magic! We can control something or do stuff to make us scary so we can live!"

"They're fear sprites, feeding off the suffering and misery of others, as well as their children." Reimu tried to whip her arm free, only to be pulled back to her side by Rumia.

"Okay.. That's.. Kinda.. Really messed up," Matilda nodded,"... But at least she's cute! She's got a.. Cute dress and... Hair thingy. I mean.. It sounds like Freddy Krueger except.. Without the killing.. And it's a little girl."

"Teeth!" The vendor whimpered from behind his stand. "Forget her looks! Her teeth are the nastiest set of gnashes you'll ever see!"

"Oh you be quiet before I burn you! That is really rude! Not everyone has toothpaste and toothbrushes," Matilda huffed, quickly pointing her flamethrower at the vendor before snapping it back towards Reimu, "I'm sure they're not that bad."

"No, really! I swear, they're horrible! Rows and rows of piranha-like, flesh tearing teeth!" The vendor nervously lifted a finger at Rumia.

The yōkai looked up at Matilda. "Pointy teeth are scary, right?"

"Ehh... I've seen a lot of guys that sharpen their teeth because they thought it looked cool, so.. I don't know.. Lemme see your teeth so this guy will shut up," Matilda answered.

Rumia pulled back her lips, giving Matilda a wonderful, toothy grin. Asesure enough, her jaw was lined end to end with cylinders of bone crushing teeth, with the spacing of Rumia's dentition revealing a second row of similar teeth.

"Woah!" Matilda was startled by the unexpected sight, accidentally squirting a little liquid fire near Reimu. It stuck to the road while the teen gave a nervous laugh and a, "Whoops," before gazing into Rumia's mouth proper, "That's actually, like... Really cool."

Rumia giggled. "Thank you! It let's me eat things without cutting them into little pieces first like others do."

"You could have killed me!" Reimu violently tried to lash out at Matilda, only to be restrained by the ropes of darkness.

Reimu's aggression spooked Matilda however, causing a small burst of napalm to splatter onto the shrine maiden's torso. Matilda immediately let out a yelp at her mistake.

"YOU LITTLE FUCK!"

"OHMYGODI'MSOSORRY!" Matilda screamed, turning to the vendor, "WATER! WE NEED WATER NOW! PLEASE!"

"I ONLY HAVE SODA! DOES SODA WORK?!" The vendor quickly began filling a cup with coke.

"THAT'S FINE! JUST FUCKING- GIVE IT!" Matilda screamed in a panic.

The vendor tossed the pyromaniac a cup before filling another, figuring that a fire fight needed more than a large cup of soda.

In her panicked state, however, Matilda could not catch the cup properly. It bounced off of her hands as she desperately tried to grab it and instead spilled onto Reimu's face. "AHHHH!" Matilda screamed, switching to Plan B and planting both of her hands on Reimu's chest to chroke the fire, patting repeatedly.

Panicked by the sudden screaming and flurry of actions, Rumia herself let out a yell as visibility began to drop for all four individuals present, in credit to Rumia's power of darkness.

"Where are you?!" The vendor haphazardly threw the half-filled cup in a random direction, with the perfectly fine coke going to waste on the asphalt pavement.

"OH MY GOD I CAN'T SEE!" Matilda screamed, in the middle of groping Reimu before stepping back and frantically reaching for her flamethrower for comfort.

Slowly, the fire crept up Reimu's dress and began lashing at her skin, and without immediate help, threatening to incinerate the shrine maiden. Unsure of her continued existence, Reimu said something she wanted to say before she died loud and clear, for the whole world.

"FUCK YOU, YUKARI!"

And then, the fire vanished. One moment, there flame was present, yet was gone the next.

Slowly, the darkness lifted as Rumia regained her composure. And as the quarter's vision returned, a hand fell onto Matilda's shoulder.

"Fire safety number one: don't play with it… unless you know how to speak its language."

Mokou rubbed her eyes, having just risen from her slumber.

"Oh my god, I am so glad you're here," Matilda said with relieved laugh, quickly looking at Reimu, "Phew, I was worried I wasn't able to put it out."

"Your screaming woke me up. I'm guessing Reimu said something to piss you off?"

"Oh- No- I mean.. She peeved me a little- But, I just got scared," Matilda explained, feeling ashamed of herself after spilling the beans to Mokou.

Mokou judged Matilda for a moment before shrugging. "Eh, you'd have done the world a favor anyway if I didn't step in to put it out."

"EXCUSE ME," Reimu growled.

"I mean... She did say she wanted that little kid to starve, but.. What's she done? Reisen said she was dangerous and stuff," Matilda asked, quickly remembering that she needed to train her nozzle on Reimu once more. (This time without her finger on the trigger)

"Reimu Hakurei…." Mokou shut her eyes as she tried to recount the crimes of the shrine maiden. "Where to begin? Attacks everything on sight, bullies and kills fairies without provocation, slander denizens in the human village for money…. Can't say for sure, to be honest. I rarely leave my territory in the bamboo forest." Mokou shrugged. "Most of what I hear are probably tall tales and legends, but I do know that she's a violent bully."

Matilda considered what she had been told and looked back at Reimu, then glanced down at her flamethrower, then glanced back at Reimu, then glanced back at her flamethrower, then glanced at Mokou, then glanced back at Reimu.

"... I could just... Set her on fire again," Matilda said.

"Hold your horses. Reimu may be an absolute bitch, but she does have close ties with the powerful Kirisame family. Kill her, and you'll get them on your bad side, hunting you down to the ends of the earth. Last time a Hakurei was killed, that little squirt had some of the strongest binding seals and charms placed on her." Mokou nodded to Rumia. "And damn did that witch hunt last for days…."

"How would they find out who did it though?"

"Oh, they know. I hardly leave the forest, but there's rumors that they come back as ghosts to keep our realm safe. I dunno the details, but I know that they're hella strong, and they always have a way of knowing."

Matilda gulped as her eyes darted left, right, and up around. "Okay!" She said, loud enough for anyone who might be watching to hear, "I won't set her on fire!"

Silence.

"… Again, just rumors and urban legends." Mokou shrugged. "Just stay on their good side, and they're harmless. Their last daughter's a real punk, but gets along really well with nearly anything, or so I hear. No need to flip your shit when you see one, that's all."

Having recovered from the flamethrower episode, Rumia pulled herself up. "… So… am I gonna get food?"

"When Reisen gets back with the money," Matilda nodded, glancing in the direction she left, "I really hope she's not... You know."

"Wait, did you say when the rabbit gets back with money?" Mokou asked in a startled voice.

"Uh, yeah. She said she knew where to get money for some snacks from this guy," Matilda jabbed her thumb at the vendor.

"Eirin never paid the rabbit. That's the deal they made…." Mokou's eyes darted around before landing on a KFC within walking distance. "…actually, I've got to go. If you need me, I'll be over there…." The immortal broke into a brisk walk.

"Oh, okay," Matilda blinked before looking down at Rumia. She felt bad about the whole 'burning Reimu' incident. Not because Reimu got burned, but because of how scared Rumia must have been in the chaos.

"Hey.. Uhm.. Would you wanna shoot my flamethrower a bit?" Matilda asked.

"Nuh-uh," Rumia announced. "I don't wanna shoot. I wanna eat!"

"While we're waiting to eat. Here, watch this," Matilda aimed her flamethrower at the ground a few feet away and pulled the trigger a few times, drawing a smiley face with liquid fire, "Eh? Pretty cool, right?"

"You can draw with fire?" Rumia gasped. "But isn't it dangerous? Someone can get hurt, right?"

"I'm a fire pro, don't worry about it," Matilda assured, ignoring very recent events, "It's just drawing stuff on the ground."

Rumia watched the burning smile for a moment before asking, “Where are his arms?”

"Oh, uhh.." Matilda shrugged and squirted more napalm onto the ground, giving her smiley man a stick figure body, "There!"

Rumia watched the flames, mesmerized as any child would be.

"Sorry I'm late!" Reisen ran to meet back with Matilda, with someone being dragged behind her. "I had to convince her to come out; she's become an indoor person lately."

"And for good reason! What about my Fortnite victory?!"

With a pair of thick sun shades, a parasol, and a t shirt advertising some MMO RPG, Kaguya stumbled over her own feet to keep up with the athletic, fleet-footed Reisen. "I'm on a winning streak!"

"Who's that?" Matilda asked curiously, gesturing her flamethrower towards Kaguya.

"Princess Kaguya Houraisen, the heiress to the Lunarian throne… well, formerly. But she has money, and that's what matters."

"Can I go back inside yet? It's hot out," Kaguya whined. "And the sun's too bright!"

"Hot?" Matilda repeated, "We're in... I forgot what this place is called, but it's a cold place! How are you hot?"

"She's… kind of sensitive to heat," Reisen explained. "… especially after a century of air conditioning and staying up late to play videogames."

That caught Matilda's attention. "You got video games?"

"I have all the vidya," Kaguya bragged. "Everything from potato DOOM to 48K curved plasma screen TV Overwatch. You name it? I got it. Hell, I've even got the Chinese knock offs of those, too!"

"I haven't played a video game in years," Matilda remarked with wide eyes.

"Well, you two can play that on the plane," Reisen said hurriedly. "First things first."

Reisen got on her knees and kneeled before Kaguya. "Your grace, if it's within your mercy to do so, would you please expend some of your vast wealth to pay for this yōkai's hunger?"

Kaguya looked down at Reisen with a bewildered expression before turning her head to Rumia. "… You want a Dorito?"

She tossed the yōkai a small bag of chips.

Rumia leapt up to catch the bag midair, inspecting it once she landed. "… More," she demanded.

"… 'Kay." Kaguya tossed another bag at Rumia, only for the yōkai to demand another.

"Oh my god, it's the hobo thing all over again," Matilda sighed.

Reisen drew in a breath as bags sailed from the loser princess to the darkness spirit. Eventually, after around a hundred or so bags, Rumia stopped asking for more.

"Thank you," she said with delight, happily tearing into one.

"Do you have one more bag of those? I promise I won't ask for.. A billion of them," Matilda requested.

"Nyeh." Kaguya chucked a bag at Matilda with one of her noodle-arms, thin and weak from a diet of chips and soda.

"Ohmygodthankyou," Matilda gasped as she ripped the top of the bag open, "I am so sick of hobo foo-" She interrupted herself by stuffing the tasty chips into her mouth.

"Well, anyway, we don't have time to get distracted." Reisen spoke in an urgent tone. "Apparently, what's left of the Moriya empire has backed itself into a mountain far away, and rumor has it that they're building a rocket. Why, I have no idea, but it could be our only chance to bring Kaguya back to her throne."

"Right. And No Man's Sky 2 will get great reviews!" Kaguya remarked sarcastically. "How the hell do you know that?"

"I switched one of your TV's to news before we left."

"Wh-HEY! I needed that TV to be on DOOM online!"

"Whatever. The point is, we need to get going. Matilda, the Lunarian military is a brainwashed force serving under a pair of tyrants mindlessly. We're going to need all the power we can get to stop them. Will you join us?"

"Fighting brainwashed armies and tyrants is what I've been doing for the past however many years now," Matilda replied, "At least this time I won't be alone... Or have to eat garbage."

Reisen smiled. "Thanks. We leave in fifteen minutes so Kaguya can pack her things. We'll meet back here. Got it?"

"Got it. I'll get Mokou and fill my tanks up," Matilda nodded.

"Oh, HELL no!" Kaguya objected. "I'll be teaming up with Mokunt when I'm dead- permanately."

"The two aren't exactly 'friendly'," Reisen briefed. "It's best we leave her behind."

"Mokou could help though, and I don't wanna just leave her here," Matilda glanced over to the KFC Mokou seemed so eager to enter.

"No," Kaguya insisted. "She won't come, and that's final."

"Fine. Can we leave the racist behind?" Matilda asked, jabbing a thumb at Reimu.

"Of course we will. We'll be dead be before we get there if we brought her along anyway."

"Can I," Rumia asked.

"It's not safe for a yōkai. The Lunarians are stronger than any one of you. Best you stay here."

"Oh." Rumia looked dissapointedly at the ground.

"It's no fun on the moon, anyways. Stay here and enjoy yourself. Find something good to eat."

"Okay!" Rumia began to hop away. "Bye bye! Thanks for the snacks!"

Like an angry balloon, Reimu began to float away, the black strings binding her to Rumia. "Fuck you all."

"Well, I guess I'll just say 'bye' to Mokou then," Matilda sighed.

“Remember,” Reisen reminded. “15 minutes. I'll be helping Kaguya pack."

Reisen and Kaguya both turned and left, going the way they came.

Matilda waved before scampering off to the KFC. Her nose was quickly blessed with the succulent scent of fried chicken as she grew close. With excitement and salivation, she opened the front door to the fast fod restaurant.

A number of overweight patrons passed by, one of them grunting as Matilda crashed into him. “Watch where you’re going, doll! I’m try’na eat!”

"Oof, sorry, sorry," Matilda quickly stepped to the side, her nervous smile hiding her shock at how fat this man was. Sure, she had seen the odd chubby guy here and there, but obesity was not a problem in her world where everybody was killing each other.

“Ya better be!” The man shoved Matilda into a wall as he passed out of spite, his greasy fingers coating Matilda with sweat and grime.

"Hey!" Matilda yelped as the twin canisters on her back banged against the wall. She blinked for a moment, looked down at her flamethrower, then back at the obese man. "... I'm leaving this place anyway, fuck you," She huffed, giving not a second thought before squirting napalm onto his large back.

The man howled in pain as the napalm burned for a moment or two, before dissipating into smoke.

"Hey! No throwing fire 'round here except the kitchen!" The cashier spoke in a very familiar voice.

"He started it!" Matilda stomped, looking over and having her stern expression washed away upon seeing, "Mokou?"

Behind the register, Mokou attempted a smile that instead came out as a kind of crooked grimace.

"She attacked me," the customer roared. "I'm calling the cops!"

"Do that," Mokou shouted, "if you have a prison wish!"

"WHAT?!"

"Don't think I didn't see you harassing her! Now eat your damn chicken!"

As the man grumbled something about liberals, Mokou motioned Matilda to come. "Need somethin'?"

"I just wanted to see what you were doing and to say 'bye," Matilda answered dissappointedly despite how smug she felt when the fat guy got dunked on, "Apparently I'm going to the moon to fight a tyrant or something. Princess Kaguya wouldn't let you come when I asked." It was clear the 'princess' title left a bad taste in her mouth.

"Oh." Mokou rolled her eyes. "Kaguya. Yeah, best I didn't come with. Real piece o'shit, that one. Can't keep a civil conversation without getting into a fire fight, y'know? Sorry to hear you're stuck with Princess of sittin'-on-her-ass-all-day."

Matilda weighed her options. On one hand, she could go to the Moon and ditch the first friend she made here. She would have to help a princess claim power, something she was not fond of at all. Then again, she was overthrowing a pair of tyrants that are brainwashing their people. Plus, Kaguya had snacks and video games.

On the other hand, she could just not go to the Moon, but ditch Reisen. She wouldn't be helping the fight against tyranny, and wouldn't get to brag about having been to the Moon. Then again, that would mean staying with her fire-friend and getting chicken.

It came down to Matilda choosing between herself (Because she would honestly stay with Mokou and eat chicken) or her ideals and what was right, fighting against tyrants that were evil and whatnot.

With a groan, Matilda chose the selfless option. Why did being a good guy have to suck most of the time? "Yeah, I hope you're still here when I get back," Matilda sighed, giving Mokou a smile, "Chicken's a lot better than doritos."

“Well, if you say that….” Mokou turned as she brought out a large bucket of chicken. “In case you get lonely. Or hungry. Or when Kaguya tries to feed you."

Matilda laughed a bit as she took the bucket of chicken, "Thanks Mokou. I'll see you later."

"I'll be sure to have lots of food ready. Now run along, kid. Cook some rabbits. Have fun. Don't get hurt. Etcetera, etcetera."

"You too, except with chicken," Matilda waved before exiting the eatery.

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[b]Around 20 years ago…[/u]

"What do you want?"

Rumia collapsed as she reached the top of the steps. Why was the Hakurei shrine so high up? Why couldn't it be by a lake, or somewhere else cold?

As the darkness yōkai fell, the Hakurei Maiden turned. "Oh! Just thought I'd let you stay overnight! You know, escape the heat a little!"

"Well, too late to relax me up here. Climbing to your shrine in the middle of summer should be an exercise."

The shrine maiden giggled. "Now, now. I'll get you some watermelon slices soon enough. Just stay under the roof. Escape the sun."

As the maiden disappeared, Rumia did as told, huddling into a little ball under the shade.

Eventually, the Hakurei maiden returned, and with her came a tray of melon slices, exactly as promised.

"I hate melons," the spirit groaned. "They always have to have seeds in them."

"It shouldn't matter to you, with your giant banana teeth, right?"

"Doesn't make them any more appetizing."

The shrine maiden laughed. "Well, you aren't getting any cooler not eating them. Go on!"

Rumia shrugged, lifted a slice, and crushed it into a slushie as she bit down. "Still hate the seeds."

The two continued eating as the blazing sun cooked Gensokyo's forests. "So why did you invite me over," Rumia asked at last. "It's gotta be more important than eating melons, right?"

"Yes, you're quite right. There's someone I'd like you to meet. Hold on while I get her."

The shrine maiden, again, disappeared into her dwelling.

"…who?" It was unusual for people (who were not either Yakumo or the Kirisames) to visit.

As Rumia was lost in thought, the shrine maiden returned, cradling a small bundle in her arms. "Say hello to the newest Hakurei!"

Rumia blinked. "… You… have a daughter now?"

"Yep! And she's excited to meet you, too!" The shrine maiden offered her friend the small bundle, and within, a tiny pair of stubby arms sprung out, the baby within giggling.

"They usually cry when they see me. This is a first." Rumia stared down at the baby who was now busy trying to grab the yōkai's nose. "What's her name?"

"I've been thinking of calling her Reimu. What do you think?"

"Reimu Hakurei…." Rumia paused. "Rolls off the tongue nicely."

She looked back at Reimu, who returned the spirit a large, toothless smile. "Cute girl. Real friendly, too."

The shrine maiden smiled. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, wouldn't you say?"

Rumia thought. "…I suppose so. Well, congratulations, I guess."

"Thanks! We'll try extra hard to make her into the most pure and kindhearted woman you'll ever imagine."

"I can see that as happening."

Rumia gave Reimu another look. "…Reimu Hakurei. Welcome to the world, I guess."

Reimu laughed as she grabbed Rumia's chin.

"…Again, real cute girl. Do the Kirisames know?”

”I heard that Mima’s busy caring for a child of their own.”

"Oh. How old?"

"Unborn."

"Ah." Rumia waved her fingers over Reimu's head. "Wish us yōkai could have kids, too."

"Hey now," the Hakurei Maiden joked. "Once in a blue moon, there's a half-yōkai man you can have kids with!"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"But I'm not! There's the store keeper, and a few other ones around. There's also ghosts… if they choose to stay behind."

"Which they don't." Rumia sighed as Reimu tried to grab one of Rumia's fingers with her chubby hands.

"… You know," the Hakurei Maiden suggested. "She could use somebody to give her advice in life…."

"You mean a sibling?"

"Precisely."

"… Where is this going?"

"Can you come over tomorrow?"

"…Yes?"

"Then how about you watch over Reimu for me while I'm gone? I hear there are dangerous yōkai in the sea that need some…." The subject of yōkai extermination was not exactly something the two could talk about comfortably.

"… yeah, yeah, I'll keep an eye on her."

"Don't eat her," the Hakurei Maiden warned. "I'll be very upset with you if you did."

Rumia groaned. "You know I'm working on that! It's low to poke fun at someone's… problems."

"I kid, I kid. So, tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds good."

Reimu giggled as she flailed her arms at Rumia's face. She truly was a wonderful child.

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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Mon Aug 06, 2018 8:01 pm

Clement basked in the rays of the sun,the heat cascading off of their colorful(Albeit slightly sticky from failed consumption of the caffeinated beverage), as they plodded along,oblivious to the fact they had unwittingly handed over something most likely very bad to someone who would use it for bad things.

Clement however was being watched as a few feet over behind a partially collapsed brick wall,in in a brick opening a large eye looked at the stange blue and yellow being, there was a grunting sound as whoever was looking was pushed aside for a much more eager observer.

Clement stopped in their tracks, “Al-oo?”They questioned sensing someone’s presence.

A cartoonish face peeked out from the wall, bright green with two large eyes with massive black pupils, and a single sharp tooth jutting out from its, mouth, sharp triangluar spikes ran down from his head to his back.

Bub looked at Clement , then approached slowly, Bob glanced out nervously, sweat beads running down the side of his head as he saw his brother.

Bub walked up to Clement and looked at them, gave a sniff and then began to walk around them, Clement not understanding what was happening, turned as the Bubble dragon circled them, keeping eye contact, as then spun in a circle.

Bub stopped, Clement stopped, Bub ran around Clement in an attempt to get them to stop doing that, Clement in response spun around in a circle.

This resulted in Bub wheezing, and stopping in place, while Bob giggled at the tomfoolery from behind the wall.

Bub put on his best intimidation face and got up in Clement’s space, Clement in response morphed their eye arches to mimic Bub’s large eyes, as well as several spikes popping up on their helmet to mimic the bubble dragons.

Bub cracked, and started laughing, a mixture of mirthful growls and happy yips was heard from Bub, followed by spitting out a green bubble. “Orb?”Clement asked as they streched out a helmet flap to touch it.

“POP!”The bubble popped, sending a large sharp sound, which made the surface of the clay being’s skin quiver like jello.

“Loud orbs!”Clement proclaimed.

Bub winced than nervously gestulated with his small body, before making a thinking gesture with one of his claws tapping on his lizard chin before morphing into a young with messy brown hair, and blue overalls with a green undershirt(with small brown shoes).

The glint of excitement in his eye showed that this was still Bub, well in his human form anyways, that being Bubby.

“Hiya!, Sorry bout the bubble wasn’t tryin to pop ya or nuthin, I’m Bubby!”The boy stuck out his hand to shake, “Uh…”Bubby commented realizing Clement had no real “hands’ to speak of, as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly with his other hand.

Clement stood up, “I’m Clement!,I’m mades of clay!,how did you make orbs? Why are they empty inside?, How were you the ‘sca-lee’ and then not?”Clement fired off a few questions.

“Well me and Bobby,we were well I guess we were royals,before this big Dweeb called Super Drunk,turned us into Bubble Dragons and captured our girlfriends,we had to fight like...a bunch of monsters,hey Remember that Bobby!?”Bubby began to explain, before glancing over at Bob who shook his head and ducked behind the wall once more.

“Bo-bay!”Clement repeated.

Bubby snickered at Clement’s pronunciation,before calling his brother again, with clear hesitation Bobby transformed out of his cartoonish dragon form and into his human form,which was similar to his brother’s except his hair was blue his eyes were green and he wore a yellow undershirt and orange overalls.

“Hi...I’m Bobby” he said meekly,”Yeah me and my brother can transform into Bubble Dragons, its handy….considering how much trouble Bubby gets us into”.

“Thats a funny way to say fun”.Bubby chortled.

“I never metta-dragon,well I met Snar-peesh, but ‘e was a worm with a y!”Clement explained as he plodded over to Bobby, “Hi, I’m Clement,I’m a Clement…..”

And togather the three after several minutes of introductions and explanations,Clement feverishly trying to explain what a “Burd’ was and Bobby silently contemplating how a being without a mouth could talk so much ,decided it would be best to travel in threes, due to there being a large amount of awful happening around of late.
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Post by Teedler on Tue Aug 07, 2018 3:11 am

Ryle
Isaac had traveled out of the way of the ruination he had witnessed earlier from Surtr. Donnel had come with Isaac on this journey.

Ryle was currently try to treat the wounds he recieved during the battle, the spear wound was proving troublesome, because it was a gaint stab in his let. The alligator had since wandered off somewhere. It was probably eating corpes or something.

"Oh hey, wouldya lookit that! Ryle's made it here too!" Donnel exclaimed. He approached his old ally, and Isaac walked over alongside him.

"What happened here? It looks like a mess..." Isaac observed.

"Some kind of clay critter, alligator and actor fought, a cutesy ice thing and bounty hunter maybe. I'm not really sure why, they didn't give any clear answers but i got stabbed in the leg pretty bad." Ryle replied.

"I can see that, at least. I think I can fix that, though." Isaac said knowingly. Holding out his opened palm towards Ryle, a bright orange energy descended onto Isaac's ally, healing his leg injury.

Ryle looked down at his leg for a moment before standing up and causing his sword to attach to the back of his armor, He then rubbed the back of his head and said, "That's what twice today you've patched up my stab wounds. Remind me that I owe you lunch some time."

"Oh, it's not such a big deal. I used to do this all the time for my friends back home." Isaac reminisced.

"So you're and adventurer of sorts too I see, always good."

"I've been all over the world back home. I had to stop it's complete destruction during my travels. Though, I worry that it might be in danger again..." Isaac explained.

"Yeah I've been dealing with sort of the same thing in Varie, it seems that place always has something happening, but I don't really get involved in those, it seems there are others who handel it pretty well." Ryle mused after a moment of though.

"Even I've gotten caught up in that kinda trouble before. Lotta dangerous people and things that could destroy the world out there, in every universe, I guess. That's what I've learned from the Clash, anyways." Donnel observed.

"Anyway, we should probably get out of here, I imagine this play probably isn't the best to hang around." Ryle responded, as he began to make his way along one of the corridors, with one hand lightly touching the wall along the way.

"Yeah. We should try to find some place to rest, away from any more fighting." Isaac suggested as he followed along with Ryle and Donnel.

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After 15-20 minute of wandering the group eventually exited the compound. it was fairly bright outside the the smoldering remains of the part of town the group met in earlier off in the distance. "Donnel, you said something about calling this a clash right?" The Laviturnian asked.

"That's what the others I've met during it have said it's called. Ya know, the whole big event with all these folks from different universes." Donnel explained.

"So is there a point to it all like something to look for? I figure burning man had a goal more that just buring down Hollywood for kicks and giggles.." Ryle inquired. Before Donnel had time to respond, a noticeable pinging sound went off followed by a quite buzz.

"Huh? Did ya hear that too? What was that?" Donnel exclaimed, taking his hands off his ears.

Ryle then reached into is pocket and retrieved a rectangular shaped object that what a block of light emiting from it." M8 where U at do?" Ryle said as he looked at he object.

Another ping and buzz went of as Ryle read more "It's cold here."

Another combination of noises followed by "I found a robit, he swears. and maybe something Phil called a space mom. I don't know what he means by that."

"What is that? Are you talking to someone with that?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, I'm talking to my friend Dipin. It seems he's around here somewhere." Ryle replied thinking that Isaac and Donnel were joking, as the Varians took the idea of a phone much better than these two did, it seems after while they had gotten tired of send messages via birds and figured out something similar. He then typed out a reply "Hollywood, kind of on fire. Got stabbed a few times." with each letter being followed by a clacking sound.

"Wow, I wish we had that kind of thing back home." Isaac commented.

"Hmm you guys are different to the Varians then, it seems they figured something similar to these out a bit before we ended up there." Ryle replied, he was holding his phone out in an almost compass like fashion before he tapped squared in the shape of a treasure chest, and waited a few moments before a map of the general area began to load. "If you guys know anything we need to this clash thing needs us to look for I might be able to program it in here, and get us a radar of sorts going." Ryle added.

"Hmm... I think I know some things we should be looking for. In my universe, these artifacts called the Elemental Stars are needed to free the force of Alchemy from its seal. I have the Mars star, the bound force of fire. I know the Venus, Jupiter, and Mercury stars have to be out there somewhere, too. If I don't find all of them, my world could be destroyed..." Isaac explained.

"Oh like the planets." Ryle then started typing some information into the program before some sparks small orbs appeared in the air and started circling the phone. "If you could project something into those orbs about the stars, into one of the circles or tell me someore about it, I might be able to get somethig going.

"Well, each star contains the power of one of the elements of Alchemy. The Mars Star, which I have, contains the bound power of fire. The brown star is the Venus Star, which contains the power of earth. The blue star is the Mercury Star, which contains the powers of the various forms of water. The purple star is the Jupiter Star, which contains the power of wind. Each are very powerful artifacts, and all four are needed to release the sealed power of Alchemy." Isaac explained.

"Anything about rate of radioactive decay?" Ryle asked.

"Decay? Well, they're powerful magical artifacts, with the power of psynergy contained. I don't think they could be destroyed." Isaac replied.

The orbs then gently floated into the screen of the phone, before a rune on the back started to glow, "I can't promise this is going to be too accurate, but It should getting us somwhere." Ryle replied.

"That's good to hear. Knowing how it works, I think the Clash might have transported the Stars to other people from my universe." Isaac mused.

Ryle looked at his phone and tapped a few shapes on the screen before walking towards the city once again, "We should probably head this way." Ryle proclaimed.

"Alrighty. Lead the way!" Donnel exclaimed.

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Eventually the group wandered into a more already rundown part of town. After a short amount of time Ryle entered building that appeared to have since long been abandoned. He stepped inside with an audible creak of the floor boards.

"Did ya find one'a them stars in here?" Donnel asked Ryle as he and Isaac also stepped into the abandoned building.

"Can't tell yet, but the radar said we should find something soon." Ryle then stepped on another board only for it to crumble into a gaping hole in the ground, Turns out it was a tunnel, a secret tunnel to something.

"Well, that's suspicious. Only one way to find out what's down there, though..." Isaac commented, as he jumped into the tunnel.

As Ryle fell down the tunnel, he extented the armor on his arm into a shield that he used as a make shift shield. Eventualy the Laviturnian reached the bottom of the shaft and landed on a pile of coins.

Isaac slid down through the tunnel to catch up with Ryle. Donnel joined them soon after.

"Whoowee! Some folks left a lot of money down here..." Donnel observed, "It's like a whole durn treasure trove here!"

"Indeed... We should take a look around here." Isaac commented, looking around the space they had landed in.

Ryle looked at the coins for a moment before looking around and noticing a similar gold color thoughout the cavern. "Strange, I think I might know where we are." The Laviturnian mused the idea of finding a city of gold, it would be strange but maybe not unlikely given the current turn of events.

"Really?" Isaac asked, before peering ahead into the tunnels. "Wow, there sure is a lot of gold here. Whoever put this here must have been really rich..."

Ryle making use of the darkened state of the cavern to lit a small fire, "Legend goes that somewhere on the American contient, there lies a city of gold." Thunder cracked the the caveren a Ryle exstinguished the flame and continued "They say that the city is guarded by an ancient beast."

"How did you do the l-" Isaac began, before being cut off by Donnel. "Ya know, if yer right about this, we could get a lot of resources outta this. They might not mind sharing money with us if we're fightin' to end th"e Clash and save worlds, right?"

"Improvised solid state Tesla Coil." Ryle replied with the wave of a hand., "Also I lied about the beast, the gold could also vary in value depending on location, as various ancient America civilizations didn't put much value in gold."

"Well, ya never know. It could come in handy." Donnel commented, as he started walking around the tunnels, looking at the various collections of treasures.

"What we should be collecting is copper if we are talking about useful metals. It's far more useful than gold." Ryle said as he attached a few handfuls of coins to his armor.

As Isaac passed by the mounds of coins, some of his Djinn peeked out through his clothes and snatched some of the coins. Donnel began taking the coins into his inventory for safekeeping.

"We should be careful though, odds are this place is booby trapped, as going to lead to something trying to kill us." Ryle said as more coins attached themselves to his armor. Ryle then stabbed the his sword into pile of gold, "Unless you have rubber shoes I suggest you get onto something stone, I'm going to try and figure out how big this place is. Also Isaac you do any Psychokinetic lighting or something like that?"

"No, but I do have the power of Venus psynergy on my side. I can manipulate the Earth, and its energies." Isaac explained.

Ryle then placed a hand on his sword, "I don't think that will be nessisary, I don't want any interference on this scan. just get on to something non metallic and you'll be fine." Ryle said as spark of electricity emanated from the hilt of his sword.

Isaac created a shield of Venus energy for him and Donnel, which they both stood under to avoid any interference with Ryle's scan.

A pulse of electricty flowed through the coins with a loud crack followed by a slow visible wave of electrons pulsed from the sword. After a few seconds Ryle wave his hand to indicate that it was safe to stand on the ground. Ryle then pulled his phone out and looked at the screen. "We're going to need some for the this map to render, but from the looks of things it seems there's a lot more gold, we might just be in Eldorado." Ryle then pulled up a meter on the screen, "Looks like scanning though all these coins is taking more engery than expected, probably because of the detail because of all the surface area to be accounted for..."

"Gosh," Donnel remarked, "I wonder just how far these tunnels extend." He watched the scanning, taking its time.

Ryle looked around. then at his phone for a second. " I was only able to scan about 15 feet around us but it seems like it could go on for a at least a kilometer. I might have been able to scan further but most of the rendering was spent on minor details thanks to all the coins.

"We should go further in, and investigate more of these tunnels." Isaac suggested as he continued moving through the coins. Donnel pocketed some of the coins, aided by some of Isaac's Djinn, who picked up coins and discreetly slid them into Donnel's pocket.

Ryle looked at the coins for a moment and commented "I we should probably be careful about taking too many of these things, this place is probably booby trapped." Ryle then headed towards a gold encrusted tunnel as he placed his sword back on his armor. The Laviturnian hadn't noticied anything of interest odd were there was nothing dangerous atleast in the general vicinity.

"I'm ready for anything this place can through our way. You two should be on alert too; Donnel, keep a look out for any danger instead of just pocketing as many coins as you can fit in your pockets." Isaac ordered, causing Donnel to sheepishly put the coin he had in his hands back onto the pile it had been plucked from. A Djinni followed suit, looking slightly glum as it laid the coin back on the stack, before returning to Isaac.

Ryle sent a pulse though his armour dropping the coins that had attached earlier to the ground. Ryle then noticed what appeared to be a staricase, upon reaching the staircase Ryle noticed that it had long since fallen into a state of disrepair.

"What's this?" Isaac asked, as he approached the staircase, too.

"It's a staircase, but judging by the looks of it, it seems this is little more than a mine shaft at this point. Anyone have any rope?" Ryle replied before kicking a coin down the stairwell.

"Yer right, that don't seem like too much of a staircase anymore. What do ya reckon it's here for? If whoever owns this here city is as rich as we thought, ya'd reckon they'd fix this thing up..." Donnel mused, looking at the derelict staircase.

"The spaniards were searching for Eldorado a few hundred years ago, I think they assumed the city was abandoned a that point." Ryle replied. "So this place probably hasn't been occupied in like half a millenium."

Ryle then looked around for some sort of support structure. then noticed a few bars hanging from the cieling. He then looked at his phone for a moment, as if to confirm something. "Hey hand me your wepons I think I can get us down. Ryle said as he detached the secondary blade from his sword.

"Sure thing," Donnel responded, as he passed over his lance. Isaac nodded and passed along his Sol Blade.

Ryle then magnetized his sword and attached the weapons to the secondary blade, and then slid the blade between the bars. Ryle then gave the primary blade a tug, and noticed an almost elastic resitance.

"Almost like a rope, ain't it..." Donnel whispered as he observed the rubbery quality of the blades.

"Yeah I think we we can use the magnetism like a bungie cord., though odds are I'll need to recharge for a bit afterwrds." Ryle said as he gave the primary blade a few more tugs. " You shoul be able to use the collar of my armor as a handel of sorts unless you got another solution." Ryle continued as he walked closer to the ledge.

"Alrighty." Donnel nodded and followed Ryle to the ledge. Isaac came along behind him.

Ryle then peered overed the edge before ramming his sword between two bricks and said "Ready"

Isaac and Donnel nodded as they made sure to hold on to Ryle's armor.

Ryle then ripped his sword out of the wall and jumped down the staircase then and held his sword upards, the trio fell. Nothing special, just falling, almost as if they trusted a random guy to get them down a death pit after knowing him for like twenty minutes at most. Ryle was suprisingly calm despite the fact that he was carrening towards certain death.

Donnel began screaming as the three approached the ground. "Was this how yer supposed to do it?!" He hollered as they fell.

The trio then began to slow down, as soon as they reach the bottom Ryle let go of the sword as it launched into the air. Ryle looked up for a moment before taking a few steps back. "You're not dead, but make sure you step back unless you want to end up stabbed.

"Alright." Isaac nodded, taking a step back. Donnel did the same, looking upwards for the sword.

A loud metalic clattering was heard before Ryles sword embedded itself into the ground and was followed by the others.

"Well, that worked out well. Nice work." Isaac said earnestly. He gripped the Sol Blade and slid it back into its sheath. Donnel picked up his lance.

Ryle looked as his sword and noticed that the blades were attached before yanking it out o the ground. He looked around for a moment in search for something of interest.



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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Lowfn on Tue Aug 07, 2018 10:36 pm

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The Nazi Party

As William Joseph Blazkowicz's head tumbled from his body, the civilians cheered as their beloved General Engel finally finished Terror Billy for good. Americans and Germans alike rejoiced, with Panzerhunds belching fire as a sort of display of victory. Finally, Terror Billy was dead!

At least, that was how things were. In an instant, America, Germany, and even the planet Venus was swallowed whole. By what, nobody knew. But all they knew was that at one moment, there was the celebration of Terror Billy's execution. The next, they weren't in America. British civilians screamed as the Armed Forces of the Nazi Party suddenly bustled forth. A few white supremacists came forth to try and join in on what they thought was a movement. And quite frankly, the Nazis would have been glad to accept brothers into their conquest.

But alliances could come later. For now, Britain wasn't brandishing the Swastika, indicating a lack of Germany.

Immediately, the streets were lit up with the shots of gunfire and lasers. Übersoldat machines leapt into action, cutting the impure with their powerful lasers. From above, the Ausmerzer rained down giant pikes and even picked up buildings via anti-gravity engines.

"Destroy them n*****s," a Klansman yelled as Nazi soldiers opened fire on the minority.

As the civilians fell, the Nazis began to spread out though Britain, tearing apart all that stood in their way. There was no stopping this far advanced military, and mercy they knew not. It was rip and tear until only the master race remained. It was only a matter of time before the entire world would fall into the hands of the regieme.

Were it not for the retaliation.

A Nazi soldier screamed as a fist sent him hurtling towards a window.

"A sleeping dragon is still a dragon!" Meiling round-house kicked a Nazi far into the sky, where he disappeared into the distance.

"Ze Chinese are an inferior race," a German yelled as he aimed his laserkraftwerk at the dragon. "Die!"

A beam of energy erupted out of the nozzle of the plasma gun, enveloping Meiling in a brilliant orange burst.

And then the cannon had it's barrel smashed open, spraying the Nazi's face with plasma. The headless body crumpled to tell ground.

Meanwhile, Meiling continued to fight, her dragon skin protecting her from bullet fire and laser alike. All was going well. Except for the fact that Nazis were attacking the mansion, of course.

The Nazi were perplexed. Not even their mighty Panzerhunds stood a match as Meiling cut through their armor as though it were water. Machine bits, Nazi blood, and weapons were hurled in the air, with the occasional soldier learning to fly.

"Mess with the Scarlet Devil Mansion," Meiling challenged, "you're messing with me!"

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But Britain was not the only target of the Nazi party. Nazi ships and planes streaked through the sky, dropping troops off left and right, attacking civilians.

Reisen and Kaguya had just finished packing when a Nazi Panzerhund dropped from the sky. The metal beast gave a mighty roar as it belched fire at the two.

Quick on her feet, Reisen tackled Kaguya just on the nick of time as flames engulfed where they stood moments ago.

But the Panzerhund was not alone. Nazi soldiers, alerted to enemy presence by the mechanical dog's flame breath, surged in to incapacitate the enemy.

A few bullets landed hits on Reisen and, though the wounds were nonlethal, left the veteran reeling in pain and effectively incapacitated. The Panzerhund clamped it's way closer to its victim, flames flickering from within its jaws.

"Hey!" Shouted a young girl's voice, "You- um- Shit!" Matilda cursed herself for not formulating a proper one-liner before letting loose a stream of napalm and a war cry.

The Nazi soldiers caught in the spray roared in pain as they did what they could to try and put out the fires that were consuming them. The lucky ones, however, happened to be those who were close enough to Matilda to be killed quickly by the fire spraying onto their vulnerable parts. The others were greeted to a slow and agonizing end of being cooked inside their shells of armor. Alive.

But the Panzerhund- the elephant in the room-was all but unscathed by Matilda's attack, save from some scorched metal. The beast let out a low grumble as it retaliated with its own fire breath, lumbering towards Matilda as it gnashed its huge metal teeth.

Luckily for Matilda, the Panzerhund's gas-based flamethrower did not have the range of her napalm flamethrower. While she certainly yelped and nearly fell over backwards as she tried to maintain distance, she was able to continue splattering the robotic dog with liquid flame.

The Panzerhund grunted in retaliation as its servos broke into high gear, with the beast now opting for close combat as opposed to flame breath. Luckily, its huge armor weighed it down considerably, making the beasts movements easier to telegraph.

Having been drawn to the duel, however, more Nazis began to join the fray. Soldiers opened fire from Matilda's behind, while machined übersoldats attacked from above, using their acrobatics to get a vantage point where Matilda’s flamethrower couldn’t burn them.

However, while she was downed, Reisen was far from done. Reaching for her sniper rifle, she began to pick off the nimble übersoldats, aiming for their heads as to destroy each attacking robot.

"Focus on the big one," she ordered as she head-shotted a Nazi.

"It won't die!" Matilda cried out, her large, armored canisters protecting her from the Nazis behind as their bullets pinged against the metal. Matilda was practically jogging backwards, halting her fire upon the Panzerhund to spray blindly behind herself before returning to coating the mechanical beast.

Anguished cries of Nazis came from all directions as they burned, dropping like flies as the fires engulfed them. But as always, the Panzerhund proved itself resiliant. It made another lunge forward Matilda, blindly clamping it's jaws down on whatever it could find.

Luckily, the Panzerhund's jaws did not come down on Matilda at all. Ironically enough, a Nazi soldier charged at Matilda, dual wielding a machine gun. As he ran, his armband got snagged by a charred metal bit of a robot, keeping Matilda safe as the blind Panzerhund tore the unfortunate soldier to ribbons with its huge metal teeth.

"Aw shit, shit shit that's fucked," Matilda sputtered, taking this chance to not obey that which is taught in the Prometheus School of Running Away From Things and stumble to the side before running past the Panzerhund. She would have to clean the blood splattered all over herself on the trip to the moon.

The Panzerhund finished ripping what it thought was Matilda to shreds by belching a column of fire at the pile of gore that was a Nazi soldier, setting the flesh ablaze. Even other Nazis had to take a moment to gawk at this horrendous sight, letting Reisen pick off two or three of them. However, once they got back to their senses, they wasted no time opening fire on the two, and the Panzerhund returned to "hunt" mode as it rounded to face Reisen instead.

Noticeably distressed, Reisen tossed her sniper rifle aside, despite the weapon still having a few rounds left, and instead grabbed for a rocket launcher from her small pile of weapons. She desperately fired down on the robotic dog, from which she managed to blow the armor covering it's head… only after wasting all her missiles on it.

"Smelling" fear, the Panzerhund broke into a dash, it's jaw gaping wide as it prepared to snap Reisen in half like a twig.

Yet, it only managed to get so far before Kaguya, who spent the entire fight watching from the sides, decided to join the fray. Though she couldn't do much, the Lunarian princess used her power over eternity to immobilize the Panzerhund mid charge.

"It'll be literally forever until a second passed for it. Or until I choose otherwise."

"Oh.. Okay that's... Why didn't you do that earlier?" Matilda asked, catching her breath.

In response, Kaguya struggled to sling a Nazi soldier forward. A USB plug was forcibly rammed into his cranium, and the front of Kaguya's shirt was drenched in blood that was probably not hers. "This assholes wanted to lay me. What am I supposed to do when I've got nothing to protect myself with?"

"Not the time, you two!" Reisen tore the pin out of a grenade as she chucked it into the middle of the growing Nazi ranks. In a bright explosion, Nazis were sent flying. "We have to leave. Now!"

"Where's the thing we're getting to the moon with?!" Matilda asked as she ensured she was faced away from the Nazi horde. She pointed her flamethrower upwards, yet angled back and fired as she quickly moved it left and right, changing the angle as to try and blanket as much of the area in streaks of napalm as she could (Minus herself, allies, and in front of her obviously).

"That way if they hadn't shown up." Reisen motioned towards the wall of fire, indicating the path that was now blockaded by Nazis. "We'll have to take an alternate path." Using guns as a crutch, Reisen pulled herself on her good leg as she began limping back the way they came. "We'll get there in 15 minutes if we hurry."

Kaguya thought about what Reisen had just said. Fifteen whole minutes of physical exertion. With no breaks for snacks or videogames or restroom necessities. Quite ironically, Kaguya considered this option anymore eternity of torture and labor. On the other hand, the "easy path" was probably blockaded by armed Nazi forces, all armed to the teeth.

Labor or Nazis. Labor or Nazis. Labor or Nazis….

There was a third option.

"How do robots see things," Kaguya blurted. "They usually have these big red eyes in videogames, but I don't think they all do in real life…."

"... What!?" Matilda blinked, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Someone just answer the question!"

"The drones the military used normally have cameras," Reisen grunted. "But I don't think that's an important question ri-"

Kaguya instantly looked back at the Panzerhund, which had all its fragile machinery exposed (from its head, at least). Kaguya had no idea what any of the chips and boards inside did, but she did notice a large, blinking apparatus in the center of one of the computer components.

"Reisen, look at that and don't take your eyes off it!"

"What?!"

Without giving the others time to think, Kaguya leapt onto the Panzerhund's back. Immediately, the armored dog hummed to life, letting out a huge mechanical roar as it did.

Reisen shrieked as she instinctively followed orders, staring into the mechanical inner parts of the Panzerhund. The Panzerhund shuddered for a moment, and its sensors began to glow as lunatic red. Hypnotized, the Panzerhund knelt down, almost offering Matilda and Reisen a lift.

"… I never knew it worked on machines." Reisen, careful to retain eye contact with the Panzerhund, limped her way towards it, pulling herself onto the robotic hound.

"That's awesome," Matilda remarked, briskly walking up to the Panzerhund, tapping it just to make sure it wouldn't kill her, and then climbing aboard just behind Kaguya.

Once the three were onboard, the hypnotized Panzerhund scooped up the trio's belongings with its mouth before hurling it's head back, sending their luggage and gear flying into the trio's arms.

"Time to kick some serious ass!"



It's soft mechanical parts glowing red, the Panzerhund charged mindlessly through the flame wall created by Matilda, bursting forth as it tackled a Nazi soldier, crushing him with its sheer weight. Confused Nazis in the immediate vicinity were promptly incinerated as the Panzerhund barreled through the Nazi ranks.

"Don't keep your guard down." Reisen drew one of her firearms. "It's strong, but it doesn't have the range to protect us from ranged enemies. Be on the offensive, Matilda."

"Way ahead of you!" Matilda laughed. Who wouldn't be having a little fun riding on the back of a giant robot dog? It also helped that there was fire just about everywhere at this point, and the pyrophile's flamethrower only added to the inferno as she wildly sprayed at anyone in sight that was not currently aboard the Panzerhund.

The hypnotized robot was merciless. Those who weren't being burned or shot at by Matilda and Reisen (and even a few unlucky ones who were) were in the jaws of the Panzerhund, getting their bodies torn and broken by the unstoppable juggernaut of rage. It tore through the Nazi ranks, slicing and dicing any soldier, mutant, or fellow robot that stood in its path.

And sure enough, after ten minutes of ripping and tearing and burning, the airport was just beginning to emerge over the horizon. At the same time, though, the red glow from the Panzerhund's components began to fade, signifying Reisen's mind control was weakening.

"Good boy." Kaguya patted the Panzerhund's head thrice, immobilizing the metal terror once more. "I'll give you a treat when you wake up."

"It's too heavy," Reisen argued. "We can't bring it along. It's going to have to stay."

"Aww," Matilda groaned.

"Can't we just send it through security as 'extra large baggage?'"

"They aren't stupid. They won't let that weapon through. I only planned for smaller, handheld weapons. Not this."

"Security?" Matilda blinked. She, of course, knew about security guards and whatnot, but was completely unfamiliar with how things worked at an airport, "Wait- No wea- I can't bring my flamethrower!?"

"I've planned for that," Reisen reassured. "As well as all of my own. But there's no way I can get that through, even if I hypnotize everybody at the airport."

"So like, what's flying and stuff like by the way?" Matilda asked, gently rubbing the top of the Panzerhund.

"There's lots of security," Reisen answered as she began unloading all her belongings. "And it's rather uncomfortable. But it's still the fastest method of transportation we have that won't raise suspicion."

"Do we need parachutes?"

Reisen blinked. "No need for parachutes," she answered. "It'll drop us off where we need with a hopefully smooth landing. Assuming nothing attacks us in the middle of flight, at least."

"Oh... That.. Happens here too?" Matilda gulped. She recalled early on how many planes were shot down by rooftop gunners and AA turrets during the Revolution.

"It shouldn't, but…." Reisen looked back at the Panzerhund. "… We should be fine."

"Still bummed I can't take him with us." Kaguya ran a hand over the machine dog's chassis.

"Same," Matilda nodded, trying to get her mind off of the possibility of being shot down.

From above, a Nazi carrier jet made a landing nearby, failing to notice the not-Nazi trio below. The pilot climbed out, cursing in German over fuel as he withdrew a gun and began threatening the crew of other airplanes about refueling his jet.

This commotion caught Reisen's eye, and she couldn't help but look over. The troop carrier seemed relatively empty, save for a Nazi soldier or two, the pilot, and a few weapons and provisions. Then she looked back at the Panzerhund. It was large and impractical to carry, but was a useful battle asset nonetheless with its heavy armor absorbing shots.

Maybe they didn't have to worry about managing their luggage if someone else could take it for them….

"I'll be right back, you two." Reisen grabbed a small machine gun and headed over to the runways. "Stay right there."

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"Thanks for letting us bring the dog!"

Passengers within the plane whispered nervously amongst each other as a Nazi carrier jet mirrored the movements of their own plane.

Matilda was very, very uncomfortable. Not only was she not wearing her flamethrower tanks, she had absolutely no armor on and even had to take off her shoes since she had put metal inside of them for kicking things. She didn't even have a knife!

All of this on top of the constant worry that the plane was going to be shot down at any moment made for a very nervous pyromaniac that was curled up into a ball in her seat. "I never want to fly ever again ever," She muttered, despite the plane ride having only just begun.

"Just this once," Reisen muttered as the plane breached the clouds. She wasn't all that comfortable riding unarmed in a plane, either. At the same time, though, it was much preferable than moving around on foot, fighting through Nazis. Besides, the skies were a place that was out of reach for the most dangerous of yōkai.

"Reisen... Reisen," Matilda whispered nervously as she drummed her fingers on one knee, "Do you.. Um, have any, like.. Matches or... Anything?" A nice little fire would do wonders for keeping Matilda composed in this situation.

"Mmmm…." Reisen shut her eyes as a bead of sweat trailed down her forehead. Very subtly, she shook her head no.

"Mmmf..." Matilda glanced around for a moment at all the seats, the light fixtures, etc before spotting what she thought could be her salvation. "I'm... Gonna go to the bathroom," She said abruptly, clambering from her seat as quickly as she could.

"Mmm hmmmmmmm…."

Matilda had no time for pleasantries as she accidentally bumped into a few passengers in her rush to the restroom. Not that they cared, though. They all had their eyes trained on the Nazi jet following them.

Once inside the small restroom, Matilda slammed the door shut, not thinking to lock it as she breathed quickly. Just as she hoped, there were light fixtures in the bathroom.

"Just- Just one little fire.. It'll be fine," She said to herself as she clawed at the fixture. The plastic surrounding the light itself did not want to budge however, and Matilda did not have the patience to figure out how to properly remove it.

On the sink in the bathroom were two bottles of soap, one of which she grabbed and frantically began to bang the bottom of against the plastic of the light fixture. While she managed to crack the plastic, her bottle of soap had quickly fallen into worse shape. She had splattered hand soap all over herself and angrily tossed the bottle aside, getting more soap everywhere as she grabbed the second bottle and furiously smashed it against the plastic.

Again, the bottle of soap quickly gave up before the light fixture did, but the plastic around the light was cracked enough for her to use her bare hands and pry it open. She did end up cutting herself a bit, but the cost was worth it. She used what remained of her soap bottle to smash the light itself.

She then grabbed a bunch of paper towels and haphazardly shoved them and smashed them against the innards of the fixture. Eventually in her madness, she could smell smoke, and had succeeded in lighting the bundle of paper towels on fire with a satisfied laugh.

Yet, surprisingly enough, the smoke detectors did not sound. In fact, the fire stopped emitting smoke entirely as the fire hummed into a larger inferno. Not enough to cause problems, but certainly stronger. As though the air was being cleansed of all carbon dioxide.

"Fire. Beautiful yet dangerous. The power to destroy and purify in a bright orange mixture."

"Wagh! Who said that?" Matilda jumped, glancing around herself.

"I am a thing of imagination yet reality. A God to some, a monster to many others. Feared and loathed, yet never loved. A thing betrayed, just as you were. A thing whose name is best forgotten. You may call me 'mother,' if you so choose."

"... Am I going crazy?" The teen gasped.

"If you so choose to believe so, that is your decision. I hope to do nothing more than help you make the best choice… and to warn you about your upcoming task."

"W-Warn me? Why- Are we getting shot down!?"

"Reisen is a woman of a questionable past. That, you know, and you have chosen to overlook. It is not my place to judge one for the friends they make, but know this. Reisen is, whether she knows it or not, is walking straight into a death trap, you included. The Lunarians are merciless, and have weapons unlike any that Reisen has seen. You will be slaughtered."

"But that is not the only danger that Reisen has unwittingly set upon you. There are others who are anticipating the invasion from the moon. Those with twisted desires and hearts. Allow me to show you what I mean…."


The airplane cabin fell into open space beneath Matilda, plunging her into a blood red sky with an array of terrible monsters everywhere. She would land on the ground with a crunch, and see a world built on human skulls. The Gashadokuro formerly known as Satori prowled the land, picking off surviving children. In the seas, the Umi-bozu would sink rafts built by survivors, joining Murasa forever in the seas of blood.

And at the epicenter of the demons and yōkai was the demon Yukari, yet… not quite. She smiled down at Matilda with red eyes, and beckoned her forward with a black, metal hand. At her side were Patchoulli, Yuyuko, Koishi, and a few others, all twisted and perverted in some horrible manner.

"… The human race will go extinct. Tyranny and yōkai dominion forever. Is that what you want?"

"Oh shit.. Oh god- I- uh- N-No! No!" Matilda shook her head, glancing upwards as if she would see 'mother' before jerking her head back at the circle of demons that she tried to get away from.

"Of course you don't. This is not a future you, or anyone sane, would want. And thankfully, there is a way out. Look up at the moon."

"T-The moon?" Matilda jerked her head upwards. Except, there was no moon. Instead, there was the blood red Earth full of demons. But now, they were so far away. A gentle summer breeze brushed past, and Matilda now found herself in a clean park. Children laughed and played, unaware of the horrors on the planet that was once home. But most beautiful of all was the fire in the background. A huge, blazing inferno radiating a warm, gentle heat.

"When the demonic forces invade Earth, the moon will save you. Turn it into some place beautiful. Some place happy. A place you can call home."

Unlike how most would react to such flame, the sight was relaxing to Matilda, especially after the horrorshow she had witnessed prior. "But... How do I do that?" She asked, looking around again and quickly feeling silly for not being used to the 'voice in head' thing.

"Kaguya's revolution will fail. Reisen will be killed. The rest of them, the Lunarians, will turn on you. That is why you must burn it all."

The scene shifted again, with only the inferno remaining. Within the fires were the ashes of a civilization of tyrants, going up in smoke. A failed attempt at change being snuffed out.

"Burn it all."

And at last, "mother" was visible. The divine spirit of Junko had her hand placed on Matilda's shoulder. "For the sake of your future, the moon must first burn. Can you do that?"

"I..." Matilda blinked, "I- Does... Can Reisen.. Not die?"

"The Lunarians are psychopaths. For them, it's glory or death. Even if you get past the military, the tyrants of the moon currently will make sure that the opposition stays dead. They are considered 'gods' among even the Lunarians, who could be 'gods'among humans." The spirit faced Matilda with her warm, amber eyes. "… But we all know that a 'god' exists to be slayed. Reisen may not survive, but you might."

"How... Would I even burn everything on the moon? I don't have that much napalm," Matilda asked.

"How did you plan to take out Robertson?" The spirit of "mother" smiled. "It's one step at a time. When you put your heart into it, even the moon may burn."

"I.. Guess- Wait.. How do you know about Greg? Or that I was betrayed?"

The spirit chuckled. "You know what they say. 'Mother knows.'"

"I've never heard that," Matilda blinked, "... Are you, like.. For real my... Mom?" Having been raised by a group of terrorists, Matilda never had actual parents. She had no idea who her father was nor who her mother was.

"No." The spirit turned back to the burning civilization. "Your true parents have been dead for a long time now. But I will watch over you from here on out, giving you guidance and keeping you safe. Would that be good enough of a mother to you?"

"Um... Yeah, yeah that's... Good," Matilda nodded, still processing everything as she turned her head to look at the hellfire as well. She had to admit, this was all a little bit weird, especially the whole 'mom' thing, but there was something... Warm about 'mom'. Maybe it was just the fire, or maybe a part of Matilda just wanted to purposely ignore whatever creepy undertones there might be here.

"... Are you like a... Magic... Wizard or something?"

"If that's what you want to think." The spirit pulled her hand away from Matilda. "Your plane will be landing soon. I hope our chat spared you the flight."

"Oh! Uh.. Thanks... Mom," Matilda said with a look of surprise and relief.

"…Wake."

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The restroom door pounded. "What the hell are you doing in there," an angry passenger yelled. "I need to shit! Real bad!"

"Huh.. Oh- Uh- Sorry! I'm- Uh- Almost done!" Matilda yelled out, looking around before getting up off the floor and grimacing at the mess she had made. At least she was much more relaxed than she was before. She hadn't seen an inferno like that except in the occassional wet dream.

She opened the door to the restroom and quickly shimmied out to let the passenger take his dump before proceeding to find her seat. Sure enough, ten minutes of flight remained, and nobody was panicking. A good sign.

Reisen seemed more relaxed than when Matilda last saw her, now with a towel on the tray in front of her damp with sweat. The Nazi carrier jet was still right behind the passenger plane.

A small formation of Nazis jets flew by. At first, they had their missiles armed, but upon seeing the "escorting" carrier jet, the Nazi planes flew by, leaving the carrier unharmed.

"Hey... Reisen. What're all those towels for?" Matilda asked, feeling awkward after what her 'mother' had told her. Thankfully, she was already cooking up a plan to ensure her friend's survival.

"Keeping a pilot hypnotized for hours takes effort," she mumbled, staring at her hands. "Especially between two sets of windows."

"Oh, um... Do you need anything or, like.. Should I just.. Not talk?"

Reisen said nothing as the plane began to descend.

And in an awkward five minutes or so, the plane made touchdown with the ground, speeding across the runway. Not far behind them was the Nazi carrier, slightly off center as to drive onto the grass nearby.

Outside, the clouds were gray, and the air was… foggy? As far as the eye could see, lines of buildings dominated the foreground and background, with factory smoke stacks belching smoke into the skies above.

And everybody outside had donned a mask of some kind.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the captain said in a heavy Asian accent, "Welcome to Beijing."

"Bay-jing? Where's that?" Matilda asked.

"Supposedly close to the mountain we need to be at," Reisen muttered in response.

"China." Kaguya didn't look up from her console. "Land of knockoff games and hackers."

"China? A mountain?" Matilda blinked, "Is that were the rocket is or whatever we're using to get to the moon?"

"Supposedly." Reisen grabbed a bundle of towels as Kaguya began exiting her seat, only periodically glancing up from the screen to watch her step.

"We'll meet outside," Reisen instructed. "We, and specifically you, will thank our pilot for bringing our stuff here."

"I can't wait to get my flamethrower back," Matilda remarked, more than happy to get the hell off of her plane.

When the three got out to the (desolate) runway, the Nazi pilot was already unloading his cargo. In an almost gracious manner, he helped Matilda get her gear on, being very courteous and asking permission first. (Hypnotized, of course.)

"Thank you! Man, I thought these guys were jer- Wait, riiight. Hypnotized," Matilda nodded, feeling more at peace with a heavy weight on her back.

"… And your Panzerhund." The pilot strained to haul the tank robot out of the carrier, saluting to the three once the Panzerhund was at their feet.

"Now Matilda," Reisen repeated. "Thank the nice man for helping us carry our stuff."

"Thank you," Matilda did as told, even giving the man a comical salute of her own.

Reisen's eyes narrowed. "… That's not what I meant by 'thanking him.'"

Promptly, the red glow disappeared from the Nazi's eyes. For a moment, he was bewildered. The next, he gasped as he began reaching for his gun.

Matilda realized what was happening just as his hand reached for his firearm. Just like that, he was toast.

The charred corpse belched for a small flame burst as the gases inside the Nazi ignited.

"He says 'you're welcome.'" Already, the Panzerhund was hypnotized once more, and Reisen helped Kaguya climb on.

"Okay, how was I supposed to know that's what you meant by thanking him?" Matilda asked while she climbed aboard behind the other two.

"Hey, doggo!" Kaguya patted the hypnotized Panzerhund on the head. "You know how to get to 'Everest?'"

Promptly, the Panzerhund bellowed out fire as it immediately turned to the distance, bounding its way through a ruined China.

"Good boy!" Kaguya patted the robotic dog's side.

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"… What exactly did you show the girl?"

Junko gently tipped her cup of tea forward, into her mouth. "As much as she needs to know. You weren't there, and neither was Hecatia."

"Huh? What about me?" The goddess of Hell, Earth, and the moon looked up from her three planetoids.

"Nothing."

Shinki slammed her staff into the ground. "Concentrate, Junko!"

"Right, of course." Junko turned her attention to Shinki once more. "The rabbit will be a little later than the crusader. But given the hospitality of the Moriya Shrine Maiden, it'll be plenty of time for Inaba and Co to catch up."

"…And anything I should be worried about?"

"They should be off to the moon, one way or another."

"Good. I don't want bible thumpers to be in my way while I find Yakumo."

"Again, I'll make sure they're on the moon while you lay siege on the Earth."

"Good." A smile formed on Shinki's face. "You hear that, Hearn? Hakurei? Soon, it'll be me who will be laughing once you are dead, and when Alice is rightfully by my side!"

Shinki roared with a laughter of a thousand demons, causing the entirety of Makai itself to quake.

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A Memory of the Phantasm…

"… What do you have to show me this time?"

Hiro's voice was unenthusiastic as always, but he was smiling now at least.

"Not much. Just a quick meme or two, that's all."

"Well, let's have a look."

Maribel slid her phone to Hiro. As always, he was unimpressed.

"… You just don't want to lose the bet, do you?"

"Maybe."

Maribel frowned. "Well, what's your sense of humor, anyways?!"

"Why would I tell you?" A sly smile crept along Hiro's mouth.

"Oh, you jerk!" Maribel punched Hiro's shoulder.

"Ow, Merry! Chill." Hiro recoiled as he clutched his shoulder, staggering around in pain.

Maribel promptly gasped. "Oh my goodness! Are you alright?"

"…No." Hiro fell to his knees. "I might die…."

And it was precisely now that Maribel realized it was a prank. "Oh, shut up, you!" She giggled.

Once he was done with his charade, Hiro returned to waiting for his train to arrive. "… So how's Usami doing? I heard she got…."

"She's making a fantastic recovery, now that you mentioned it. How come?"

Hiro shrugged. "Just asking."

Maribel's eyes narrowed as a sly smile of her own began to form. "…You're into her, aren't you?"

"Wait, what?! No I'm not!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Maribel reached for her phone. "I'm so asking if she's into you as well."

"Hey! Stop that!" Hiro tried to grab Maribel's hand.

"I know a place that has condo-"

"Hey! I already said that I'm NOT into her!" Hiro's face was red with embarrassment, conscious of the fact that people were staring.

"I can't wait to see if she says yes or n-WOAH!"

Once again, Merry found herself stumbling off the edge of the safety railings, and this time Hiro was too far to catch her.

"HELP!"

"MERRY! NO!"

Hiro desperately ran to catch Merry.

Right as the horn of the train sounded.

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"…What… where…?"

Maribel blinked herself awake into a familiar sight. Bright lights, and sterilized white tiles. She knew this as the hospital. The same one Renko was housed at for her cancer. Maribel knew this like the back of her hand.

Just not from this angle.

"What were you thinking?" Doctor Yagokoro shook her head as she finished wrapping Maribel's arm in a cast. "I get an emergency call about a girl getting hit by a train. In the middle of attending your friend's condition."

"…Sorry." Maribel's voice was hoarse and soft. She immediately fell into a coughing fit.

"At any rate, you'll have to stay here for the next three weeks while your organs recover. Then you should be strong enough to pull yourself forward without internal body failure." Eirin gave Maribel a disapproving look as she left the room. "Now, there's someone who would like to meet you. Hopefully you won't have to bother me while I'm busy again."

Frustrated, the doctor shoved her way through the door, giving someone outside a signal to enter.

"…I'm sorry."

Slowly, Hiro entered the hospital room with a sheepish grin. "… for… what happened…."

Maribel coughed. "I was being stupid," she whispered. "It's… not your fault."

The two stared at each other in awkward silence.

"… If there's anything I can do to make up for it," he began.

"… over here." Maribel beckoned him to come.

Hiro obliged, standing to her right. "Yes?"

In an instant, Maribel through her arms around his neck. She yelped in pain as her bandaged arm crashed against the metal frames of some medical device. "…Take me out to dinner? After this?"

"If that's what you want." Hiro gently patted Maribel as she hugged him. "Consider it a gift from a friend."

"No." Maribel pulled away slightly. "I don't want to be your friend." She gazed into Hiro's eyes. Something she learned to long for after the months they spent together at the train station and in class.

Hiro seemed to know exactly what Maribel was asking for. His cheeks began to flush red as he broke eye contact, suddenly becoming embarrassed himself. "…I'm not sure what you're saying," he lied. "Are you going to stop seeing me or-"

Without saying anything more, Maribel planted a kiss on Hiro's cheek. After several seconds of awkwardness, she pulled away. "I've been meaning to tell you for a while…."

Gently, Hiro helped Maribel lie down in her bed. "… I'll be back tomorrow," he said hurriedly. "I promise I'll have something to give you next time."

"Take your time."

Both red in the face, Maribel watched as Hiro sped out of the room, leaving her to reflect on what happened.

"You idiot," a part of her mind cursed. "You don't just propose to someone so suddenly! He's going to dump you, first chance he gets! How can you be so stupid?!"

But the rest of her didn't care. Overwhelmed by thought and emotion, Maribel gently shut her eyes, passing between the boundary of dream and reality.

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Over the next few days, Maribel proceeded to spend her time either alone, being cursed at by Yagokoro for being so clumsy, or with Hiro, who kept his promise of having something for Merry.

"Stop it with the gifts! You'll drown me in them before I recover!" Maribel giggled as she accepted the eighth Teddybear.

"I thought you'd like them."

"Well, yes. But look at this! Don't you think it's a bit ridiculous?"

"I think you look adorable surrounded in a wreath of stuffed animals." Hiro pecked Maribel on the cheek.

Giggling like an idiot, Maribel gently accepted the teddy bear, adding it to her growing collection.

"Have an idea yet of what you want to eat?"

"I was hoping you could decide for me, actually."

"Well, what do you like to eat in general?"

"I mean, I like a lot of Japanese food…."

"Well, you won't find a shortage of that."

"I know. Just tell me one that you like, and we can eat there. Got it?"

Hiro gave Maribel another peck on the lips. "Alright. I'll find something. Love you, sweetheart."

"Love you, too."

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Y҉̝̲͍͔̙̩̘O̜͇̗̕Ù̵̹̻̘̹̞͚R҉̸͙͖ͅ ̤͕͚͜͝ͅO̷̩̤͚̩̠͙B͙̣̫͉͈̟͉Ș̗̹E̸̬̗̹̻͔͚͖S̜̟̦͙̤͚̜̣̀̕̕ͅS̺͈̪͇̼͇̣I̶҉͚̳̞̰O̷̩̩̻̪̱̠̟͎N̨̫̯̩̭͕͎̱̥̱͡ ̶͈̞͖͓̜͕̯̘́͟W̸̡̼͚͘I̵̭̮̦͚͍̠͡T͕͢͝H̢̛̘̭̣̱͉̰̲̕ ҉̲̣͎̯͉̘͈̤͢͝ͅṬ̡͙͜H̢̜̜̪͓̱͙E̵̼͕͔͓͉͇̤͈ ͕̥̝P̸͚͍̘̱̤̪͝A͢҉͔͎̰̝̮̠̞S̛̳͡T̡̻̰͢ ̮̹͈̜͓̮̩̞̜͜͝I̛̖̥̠̝͠͡S̴̮͕̦͉͡ ̦̤͍̙͉̥͢M̵̯̩͡O̩̙̰͓͕̜̬Ś̭̣̬͢T̤̗͇̦̘̼͚͚̹̀͟͞ ̗͡I̻̺R͏͍͔̘̭͚͖̞͙̰R̼̰̭͙I̴͚̬͠Ṯ̯͕̪̠̰A̯Ţ̰̠̗͕̀I͕̱͉͙̙N̢̬͈̱͔̹G̶̮͙̦̞͖͍̦ͅ.̨̠̭̪̗̺̳̼̪

Learning to tune Yami out was an acquired skill. Yukari sat in silence as she stared at the wall, her expression blank.

Y͓͕̙̣̖̯͍͘O̤̺̳̤̬͘Ṵ̴’͏̝̺̣̠̪͜R̶̗͖̘͖͘Ę̷͎̮ ͈͘L̘̦͚̥̮̰̼O̢̜̠̰͎̭̳̳͕͡͠S̸̨͈̫̞̦̲I̷̸͉̰̟̰̯͉͚N̢̦̥̺̯G̩ ̟̹̣̥̯̭̲Y̳͖͠O̷̵̷̺̖̹̝̩̖̬Ú̸͖͖͈̗̞̻̰͓͠R̴̻͉͍̜̀͢ ̞̯͟͞T̰̩̺̯̘̮͟Ó̜̣͓͍̺̝̥͘U̪͇̻̮̺̕̕C͖̳̕H̥̙̮͓̦̹͙͜ͅ.̙̯̹ ̡̨̠̠͖̝̝̥̣̯͜À̷̠̼̙͖͍L̗̟̕R̲̭̪̗̤̫͉̳͇E̛̦̘̫͇͓̦̙A̶̱͙̫̻̖̲D̡͉̪̘̭͇̣̥̼͈͜Y̵̮̥̣͚͘͢,̹̳̻̼̼͙͇ͅ ͙͔̥̮̝͇̖̗̕͢Y̜̮͚̳̫̻̠̦̫Ǫ̜̠̞̹͈̜̣͝͡ͅͅU̴̯̗̹̝̟̟͢R̠͕͉͘͟͝ ̪E̶̙͔̤̻̹̝̪͖͢͟N̤̫͉͇̠E̠͙̹M̧͔̦̫̰̟͘Í҉̟͍͉̙͚͕͟ͅE̶̢͙͓Ś̝̙̰͔ ̻͖̪̺̞̗A͔̹̼̭͈̱R̭̺̠͇̩E̡̝͓̘̘̥̜͜ ̴̫A̙̮͝H҉̵҉̥̗͙͉̯̥͙Ẹ͈͍̤A̠̳͍͕͍̙ͅD̶̠͓͙̜̯̬̯͍ ̷̢̥̤̫͔̺̙O͇̥̼̠͓̘̖̕F̷̨̜̦̩̤̟ ̺̬͠Ỳ̜̪͔̤̖̖̩͚͘͡O͇̩̣̠̭͕̝̩Ú͕͉͓̜̫͓͍͇͔.̡̨̰̼̼̗͉̠ ̙̱̯̹́͟͡Í̲̟̲̥͚ ͏̶̼̘͎̗̪̩͕͙Ȩ̸̺͝X̨̙̯͓͔̪̞P̪̩͎̘͚͍͘E҉͉̰̥̗̲̝̹̙̬͘̕C̜̘͝T͙̻̹͢͞͡E̻͇̤̩̹̠̹͟͝D͕̮̞̼͎̗̹̀͞ ͖̬ͅM̻̫̼͎̻̟̜͖͠Ó̶̼͉͎̰̬R̵̛͔̜̳͎͇͚̮͖͟E̡͚.̧̛̯͔̭̘̳͞ͅ

The boundary yōkai slowly bowed her head, now looking at the hospital bed she loomed over. It was beaten and weathered over years of misuse. Even then, memories of lying in this very bed persisted. Memories of waiting for the doors to burst open, anticipating Hiro to come offering gifts, as he always had.

O̫̳̯̗̖̜̯̟͘B̟̤̙͍̝́͘S͏̫̭̦E̸̷̮̻̩͝S̝̭̱̖̀S͏̖̣͖̤̦͚I͍̰̹̳͜͢N̴̷̪G̰̞͔̫̪͍̤̙̳̕͝ ̵̛͍̩͔͚̟̠͖O̜̥̬̤̳̖V͙͓̥̰͢E҉͚̺̲̠̻̪͖R̵̜͓͚͕̼͖̫ ̴̰̼̘̞͚H͚̜̼͢I̶̵͔̭̱̙̖͈͟S҉̶͎̜̬Ṱ̨̣̹̗͝O̵̦̟͕Ŕ͕̱̺̦̮̙͍Ý҉̞̩͜ ̸̶̡̬͙W̳̼̬̦̲̥͜͠I̤̹̟͓̳̙͈͓L̢͙̫̼͈̮̱͇ͅL̤͇̫̩̣̬̮̕͢ͅ ̷҉̢̹̦D̺̗͖̀͢ͅƠ̫̗̠ ͝͞҉̥͉̬̳̯̰͇Ń͙͜O͉̣͎̝̭͕̼͓̤͘͜͢T҉͖̘̠̲H͢͢͏̟͎̳I̻̯̲͙̼͠͞N̛͈̻͎͍͞G̺̭̟̘̩̦͜ͅ.͖̺̪ ̮͚͎̗̖̮̰Ì̟̲̺T̟̠̠̘̕͘’̦̠̯̻̪̠̘̠͡S̡̛͈̰̼͎̱͚̗͘ ͕̻A̫̗̩̘̥ͅ ̵̣͍̗͔̹́́G͔̞͍͙̥͙̼͇H̰͎̣̻̱͎̀̀ͅO̷̢͖͈̭̘̲͝S̵̨̛̼̺̫͚̬̬T̸̖̭̞͚͇͖͜.̺̱͎͈̯͜ͅ ̞̤̘̞̠̺͚͍͜Á̼̺̞̦̦͙̥ ҉͙S̰̮̖͎̼͎ͅH̲͕̰͔͠E̸̘̠͟͝ͅĻ̻͡ͅḺ̛ ͏̬̙̖̪̱̮͠O̷̧̥̪ͅF̬̖͙͍̦̥͝ͅ ͏̩̲͔͔̤̠̺̞Ẃ̡̮͚̜̖͓H̴̬̹̘̰͇̩̺͖͞͞A̶̞̘̺̞̩͖̮͢T͕̳̻̪͟ ͕̻͞O̷̵̲͇̘͇ͅN̦̯̖͘͠͞C̱͙̘̰̥E̝̙̳̪̳̝͉ͅ ̛̤̲̖͍͍͚̰W̴̧̺̘̰̥͉͖̘̦A͙̹͇͍̙̫ͅS̶̞̗͙̞̖̲̟͍̲.͏̵̣̥̭͖̞͢ ҉͔̻̹͢͡I̝̙̦͇̪͎̲T͏̭̲͓̦̱͟͠ ̼̫̩Ò̴̝̙͘F̳̟̭͔ͅF̨͚͉E̸͍̠͙̭R̢͍̗̗̟͇̼̱ͅS̶̤͉̯͔̰͢ ̨̻̙̲̻̲̬̞̟̕ͅY̡̭͍̜̟͓̗̺͜Ǫ̛̥̭͈̭̘̲͚̤U̙ ̡̭̬̺͕͓͇̭͞ͅͅN͢҉͔͓O̞̗̟̙͓̹͝T̷͖͔͚̣̮H͎͈̥̗Ì̤̘͢N̶͖͔̥͟G̡̺̖̀.̶̦̝͘ ͝҉̼̻̲̼̦̟̺͜T͇̬͎̜̟H̷̥͟E̶̡̖R̨̥̣̫Ę͎̻͇̗̟̟͞ ̨̤̞̰I̱̱͉̳͝S̰̞͠ͅ ̷̠̼̤N͍͕̟̺̝O̧͕̘̻͉̰͟T͖̣͉̪̥̱ͅH̘̗̫͉̪͟͜͡I̴͉̙N̸̗͚̪̰͖͖͖͡ͅG҉̘̰̖͉̲̩͙̳̻ ̹͎̞͉͖̞͉͉̘M̶̡̖̖̫̱O̦̗̙͕̟̘͘Ŗ̛͔̫̣̥̮E̛̦ͅ ͙͈̗̳̺̠̲̠͔H̡̩̣̪͙̪̖Ȩ̨̥̻͝Ŗ͈͎̣Ḙ̳͚͎͍̼͞ ͏̡̘̞ͅF̟̩Ơ̯̜R͇̞̹̗͚ ̳͖̻͕̥̞̥͓͟Y̵̢͔͡O̸̡̮̼̬Ṷ̢̢̹͕͈̮̩̩̦.͔̩̗̩̫͔̱ ̰́̕L̛͖̣̼̼E͎̖A͔̰͘V̸͔̰̻̖͔͇E͉͖͍̤͟ ̙͇̜̝̟̼͙̀͝A̲̮̭̙̭̞T̨̧͏̟̥͍̭̰ ̴͙̲̲̭̘̀O͍̩̪͙̫͖̝͖͕N̸̰̖̯̺̹̺C̡̻̜̭̮̟͡E̶̜̳ ̳͙̲̙̺͚͉A̧̧͇͓̭͔N͙̯̣̮̲̠͉̠̠D̥̝̺̫̤͜ ̭͇̻P̺̦̣̞͙̖ͅŔ̨̯̣͟O̜̝̫̭̳͉͖͕C̵̛̮̝̻̪̟E̡̯̯̝̦̯̱͝ͅE̪̤̩̲͓̖͜D̵̜͕̪̣̗̫̭͖ ̷̵̣̬͕̱͈͍̘Ẁ̨͔̼̱̘̲̥̫I̟̣͓̦̦Ṯ͈̯͜Ḥ̮͇̞̼̤̬̹͜ ̪̻͉͙͚̦͉ͅY̸̺͈̭͓͍̯͠O̶̝̙̠U̡͖̜̹̜͇͖̯R͏̢̺̹̩̰ ̸͕͉̥́P̢̼L̵̢͍̼A̬̩̗̝̟Ń͎̻ ̦̠̫̥̙̯ͅA̸̠̦̜̮̖͚̞ͅL͉̜̀͝R̴͏̸̫͉̮E̷͙̪A͙̜̻̮̮̟̞̥͜D̢͉͍̥̩̭̙̲̻̠́͡Y̛̬̞̞͇̼̠͘ͅ!̙̜̖̗̼

A sorrowful Yukari fluidly crawled into the bed, her hands clasped over her stomach. Just as she had remembered.

”I was so naive,” she cursed under her breath. “So… childish. Yet I was happy….”

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The plan. Of course.

”Everything still hurts,” the yōkai whispered to herself. “Renko. Hiro. Everybody….”

Ț̢̨̠͈͠H̫̞̲̭̰͕͞E̡̠̱N̵̳̰͔͢͟ ̢͎̯͍̙͓̞͚͢H͉́U̴̳̺̰R̴͈̜̙̟̖̟̤͇̀̕Ŕ̥̼̟̜̺͕͚͟ͅY̵̖̬̖̻̹̕ ̴̵҉͉̥̠̖Ṳ̸̠͓̹̙P̵̛̻ ̢͈̹̗͎̦̼͓͡W̸̨̺̳̞͎͈͎̠I͈̫̬͙͕̖̞̟̖Ţ̛̳̠̤͞H̶͔ ̵̛̼̙̥͇̮T̡̮̩Ḩ̗͈͚̠̠́È̷̫̖̬̲͓̘̤̱̭́ ̴͈P̞̞̫͢L̞̲̠̻͘͝ͅA̫̗͖̗̞N҉̵̫̫̯̠̥̞͉̩̦,̠̳̦͖̺̀̕ ҉͔̼̲̫͍̦̠Ỳ͎̘͙̥͙̙͢͟ͅO̠͘U̙̣͓͉̯͜ ͙̩̞̙̗͜W̖̪̗̕͡O͇̭̬̰̻̳͠Ṟ̷̨͕T̴͈̞̳̯́H̨́͏ͅL̗̝̥͕͍̫̙̹͎͢E̗͍̦̤̱̭̖ͅȘ̵͉̤̳̣̕ͅŞ̡̙̠̬̖́ ̹̘̙̻ͅC͚̬̳͜R̨̜͍̘͝E̬̰̣̠̼̪͚̜͜A̴̧̮̳̞̞̰̫T̜͎͈͓͓̟͚͘ͅU͉͙̦̟̭̹̖R̶̰̜̭̼͉̻̹E̞̞̳͘͟!̣͉̘̬͞ ͇͚̘̜E̪̜̤̹͎͎͓͘͜V̝̺̖̭̝̕E̻̩̞̫̗̱N͓̘̳̣̘͕ ̜̰͓̭̩̫͎͚́ͅẀ̹͈̣̮H̷͇͎̹̼̮̜̮̳̜E̢̙̲̼͞N̵̟͙͔̞̬͖̘͘͝ ҉̮̲̤͓Y̷҉̰͓̱̭͉͎ͅO̭̕U̖̠̲̙̜͔͔͚̗ ͜͏̯̯̼͇̭̞͟H̡̘̩̲̤͍͘ͅA̡̯͉̜͢V̢̲̙͇͟Ȩ̵͍ ̨̝̘̮̰͟͝N̴͈̜̺I̹̲̘̥͙̠̣G͈̝͞H̙̖̳͈̹̜͓͢ ̷̣̼͚̯̯̻̰͔I̸̫͜N̸̢̟͕̦̘̬F̧͖̦͇I̱̬͚͜N̨̖̦̖̖I̡̮T̵͈͈̦͖͔E̴͏͎̲ ̶̠̜̠̹̘͈̬̹P͔̦͕͙̺͞͠Ò̶̻̠̝̜̤̙͙̜̬W̸̫̠̹̗̰Ẹ̴̶͕͓͉̙̲͞R̨͏̪̦̮̹̫̩̻̱͘,͏̷̯̩̗̻̰̖͔ ̵͔̜̞̻̭̫̕ͅY̵͈͘͢Ò͓̗̺̣̼U̧̩͉̱͙̲͉̕’̤̘̥̝̦̝̤Ṟ͈̲̻̣͝E̘̙͡ ̡̖̭͓͍͈̘̹͖S̴͉͇̕T̶̙͓I͇̦̝͖͍͙͉͔Ĺ̝̤̥͢L̻̥̠͖̣ ̣À̶̡̪S̝ ̷̲͠H̷̙̙̝̺͖Ó̻̬͎͇̭̫P̸͕͈̲̖Ę̸̲̼̞̘͖́ͅL̴̛̲̩̭̼̩̩̭̪Ẹ̟̯̰̜̫̣̪S҉̛̳̹̥̲̣S̶̥̳̭̪͇͝ ̲̙̲͡A͏̟S͈̩̤̦͎͘͘͡ ̶͎͙̤̥̻͓̱̘E̴̤V̧̭͉̰͢E̢̩̰͔̦R̴̸̡̦͙̥̩͖,̫͖̹̭̟̙̭͓̀͢͜ ̶̴͔̣̺̤͢ͅH̘̦̙͖̥̺̕E̢͚̻̭̲̮À̸̤̹̻͓̜̪̝R̰̖̬̬̼͙̫̀Ņ͔̮̥̫̱̝̬̱͜!̯̝̬̝̪̕͝

Something inside Yukari clicked. She whirled around and bombarded the area behind her with a barrage of trains. Attacking Yami was pointless; it simply couldn’t be slain

That wouldn’t stop Yukari from trying.

”DON’T USE THAT NAME!” Yukari gasped for air in the midst of her rage. “Don’t… call me… Hearn!”

O͙͙̞͝H͏̷͎͠,̻͍̤̯̤͕ ͏̼̱̱̻̻͍̀ͅH̨̻̼͙͙̭͇̻͢͡I̵̵̧͕̬̻̹̖͚̰͚T̶̡̟̬̱̘̝ ͏̠̺͓A̡̖͘ ̸͙̤͢S͉̹̟̟͙̜̫̹̖͘͘O͏̱̤͙̱͎͇͞ͅR̹͕͍̞͡E̶͎̪̟̹̟̺̪ ̴̗̪͓̕͠S̴̢̱͔̥̣̺̥̻P̸̪̭O̼̝̖͕̮͍̰͍͢͠T̷̵̝͍ ̴̝̩̯̝̠̕N̶̗̦̟͇̳̠̪͇͘O̡̙̹̰̟͓͙̞W̕͏̶͎̩̣̩̰̼̦,̷̛̦̼́ ̲̲͙̦̙͔̲H̰̝̖̤͉͖̪̪́A̢̠̯̘̱̤͡V̰͓̞̯̦̹E̛̱̖̭͠ ͞͏̬̩W҉̸̥͔͈̗E̫͘͞ͅ?

“Of course it gloats,” Yukari spat as she settled back into the folds of the mattress. “That’s all you’re good for, isnt it?”

As the God continued to berate and belittle her, Yukari reached into a gap. After rummaging around for a few moments, she finally withdrew a stuffed animal. Age had not done it any favors, with stuffing bursting from the seams, and one of its eyes was coming loose.

It was still sentimental nonetheless. ”Pathetic. Reduced to cuddling with dolls in an old bed after enjoying the spotlight of being considered one of the most loathed, despised villains.” Just as she deserved.

Feeling helpless and weak, Yukari curled into a fetal ball, weeping over the past she longed for.

”… I cant lose.” Wiping a tear from her face, Yukari pulled herself up, casting aside the sentimental doll. “The world will burn,” she told herself. “Yami will return. And then, you too will die, Maribel. Just as you wanted.

That, I promise.”

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Post by Lowfn on Wed Aug 15, 2018 2:45 pm

Zandoo, H, Aethetic, and Jawlord

Zoey And Crew

"Where are we even going?" Asked one of the older girls in Zoey's group.

"We just need to find, like.. A wizard or something. There's magic dudes literally everywhere," Zoey explained, "Then he can magic us back to the Hold, or even get dad free."

"... That's a pretty sucky plan."

"At least I have a plan!" Zoey snapped at the much taller daughter of Wolfe, "You... All of you were just sitting there! If I didn't get us out of that bar, then nobody would be trying to save Wolfe!"

The older girl was silent for a moment. "... Maybe our moms are right... What if... He isn't a good gu-" She tried to say before being interrupted by a slap from Zoey and a collection of gasps from her sisters. Whether it was the slap or the insinuation that their father was evil that elicited their gasping was hard to tell.

Zoey looked like she wanted to scream something, but was unsure of what exactly to say to express how she felt. And so she just angrily turned away and gestured for the group to continue following.

"I'm hungry," One of the younger girls whined quietly. It was a sentiment they all shared. Unfortunately, none of them had money, and the chaos enveloping the world sapped at people's generosity. Nevermind the fact that this was a group of fourteen children.

While they started their journey as confident underdogs, the group of loyalists were miserable. The heat and their hunger combined with the recent defmation of Wolfe by their mothers made this a horrible day unlike any other. There had been multiple occassions where a number of the girls simply broke down and cried and the entire group had to stop and reassure them that everything would be okay.

Ahead on the road the children walked along, a single person walked. He seemed like he did not belong in the world, his armor obviously not from the universe, and his rigid bulk differing from the world's usual characteristics. Perhaps he could bring them to where they wanted to go? Perhaps he could save Wolfe?

The possibility was too enticing for Zoey to ignore as she picked up the pace, heading directly for the armored individual.

"Wh- Zoey! Zoey! What are you doing!?" One of the girls asked.

"He looks like a military guy! Maybe he can help us!" Zoey called back.

"They probably don't even speak English!"

The desperate Zoey ignored such things as she pranced right up to the man. She and the other girls were an absolute mess. Half of them were barely clothed, most of them were sunburnned, all of them were covered in sweat and dirt, and Zoey's smile could easily be picked apart to show her distress. "Hello, sir! Do- Er- Do you speak English?" Zoey, at the least, had on a thin coat that didn't put her in a heat trap, but still kept her moderately safe from the sun.

The Doomguy swiveled around, looking down at Zoey behind his emotionless visor, tinted nearly beyond seeing into it, barely letting the 14 year-old to see his eyes, filled with annoyance and subtle rage. He said nothing, simply staring for a moment, before turning away, wanting to get back to his hunt of the monsters and demons that plagued the world. He knew clearly what she had said- he simply would not answer.

"W-Wait!" Zoey tried grabbing for his arm, "Me and my sisters really need help! We're hungry and.. Thirsty and... Trying to find our dad. Please." Please speak English. Please speak English.

The marine stopped again, hearing the pleas of the girl, turning to face her again. He took a moment of contemplation, before looking around for something. He then turned away and began to walk towards an abandoned gas station without a word. He stopped in front of a vending machine, still intact and full of snack foods. He felt around for a moment for a wallet on himself, before simply punching the glass, cracking it with the first blow, then shattering it with the next. The Doomguy looked back, waiting for a response from the children.

Zoey and the girls seemed shocked, but their hungry tummies propelled them forwards with big smiles as they crowded around the ruined vending machine and cleaned it out. One of the youngest girls hugged their bringer of snacks' leg and said, with a mouth already full of chips, "Hank you hreen hershon."

"Oh my god, thank you," Zoey managed to say as she quickly shoved a chocolate bar inside her mouth. The others gave similar verbal gratitude before or during their consuming of the feast bestowed upon them.

The Doom Marine said nothing, simply looking out at the buildings around him, simply waiting to get back on the move. He had done good, and he thought he had done enough for them.

"So-" Zoey let out a burp, "- What's your name? I'm Zoey, this is Jannet, that's Tina, Casey, Madison (We just call her Maddy), Harper, Elizabeth, Mila, Anna, Ruby, Clara, Maria, and Mary!" She pointed at each of the girls as she called out their names. Jannet seemed to be the oldest of the group, while the one clinging to Doomguy's leg, Tina, looked no older than six.

The Doomguy, as he had before, replied with simple silence.

"Does he speak English?" Harper asked.

"Duh he speaks English! He got us food!" Zoey replied, "Maybe he can't talk with the thingy- the helmet on."

"We could guess what his name is," Jannet suggested, "We-"

"There's literally, like, a billion names," Zoey argued.

"I know that, Zoey. What I was going to say was we can eliminate a lot of the names by-" Jannet stopped herself and started speaking to the marine himself, "Could you hold up how many fingers the first letter of your name is in the alphabet?"

He rose zero fingers.

"See? Even he thought that was dumb," Zoey huffed with folded arms, "We'll just call him.... Uh..."

"Drake!"

"Alberto!"

"Bartholomew!"

Before the yelling of names could get out of control, Zoey yelled louder than the rest, "BOB!"

The others were unimpressed by her choice. Before anyone could dispute the name, Zoey quickly stood by 'Bob''s side and said, "His name is Bob now and if anyone doesn't like that name then they're being mean to the guy that gave us food and I'll tell dad you were rude."

There were a few groans from the girls that didn't get to label the marine with their name of choice, but ultimately the threat of being tattled on and simply not wanting to argue with Zoey solidified Doomguy's name as 'Bob'.

"Do you like 'Bob'?" Ruby asked the marine.

The Doomguy turned to look at Ruby, saying nothing, before returning his gaze to his previous view of the streets, his patience slowly being gnawed upon. There was no harm in letting the kids have a little fun, but if they kept on with this, he would eventually have a problem.

"Do you know where any 'wizards' are, Bob?" Clara asked.

To this, the first actual response came from the Doom Marine in the form of a short shake of his head.

"Oh..." Clara frowned.

"We're trying to find a wizard that can magic us to our dad," Ruby repeated Zoey's plan.

"He got cat turd," Tina stated.

"Captured," Jannet corrected, "We should probably explain what happ-"

"I'll do it," Zoey interrupted, ensuring that she could tell Bob how things really happened. "Everything was fine until this stupid... Mushroom person showed up. He did something to our moms and their brains and now they hate our dad. They let this stupid idiot jerk called 'The Warden' take him away from us!" She explained, getting emotional in retelling the story. It may have been brief, but the ordeal was, well, an ordeal for her.

The Doom Guy noted the 'Mushroom person' and his apparent malevolent work as he listened, as well as 'The Warden' and his emprisonment of their father. However, he also knew they were children, and were more than likely heavily biased.

"And he laughed at Zoey too!" Ruby butted in, "When he said he took daddy away!"

"And then this dumb clown with purple hair named Slapstick got a bunch of weird people and they tried to trap us in a bar!" Zoey continued, "One of our moms tried to- Jannet."

Jannet covered Mila's ears while motioning for one of the other girls to cover Tina's.

"She tried to kill herself after what that mushroom thing did to her! I don't know what it did to make them hate our dad or want to do... That, but we just want to find our dad!" Zoey finished.

The Doomguy nodded slowly, acknowledging the children's story. He had to get back to work... back to keeping Earth free of monstrosities... but these kids seemed like they needed all the help they could get.

Jannet looked at Zoey, then learned in close to 'Bob' and whispered, "I don't think Zoey knows what she's doing. I want to find our dad too, but she doesn't even have a plan or anything. We've just been walking for hours now."

"Hey! What was that! What did you whisper?" Zoey huffed.

"Adult joke," Jannet answered quickly. It was an excuse Jannet had used before, which was bizzare considering what these children had been exposed to. Yet, somehow, it usually worked.

The Doom Marine tried to distance himself from the seemingly ensuing argument, not understanding how to deal with things such as stopping children fighting. Tina giggled as he walked, still plastered to his leg. "He's strong! Like daddy!" She blurted out.

"Pfft- What? No, dad is like, the strongest person ever," Zoey insisted, "You're only six-years-old. Anyone can pick you up." Insulting Wolfe to her was like insulting Jesus to a devout Catholic. Considering that, she handled it rather well.

Mila, who was seven-years-old, quickly clung to Doomguy's other leg with a playful giggle of her own as she looked at her slightly younger sister.

"Guys! Don't- Don't pile on him!" Jannet fretted.

"You heard her, guys! Pile on Bob!" Casey shouted.

To a group of children starved for fun, this was a golden opportunity. The older ones managed to resist the temptation, but the five youngest (Excluding Tina and Mila) rushed the unstoppable force that was the Doom Marine, intent on climbing aboard and clinging to his armor. The Doomguy, bracing himself, still stood against the weight of seven children piling themselves onto him, unwilling to do anyhting against them.

"Woah! He is strong!" Anna gasped.

"... Hmph, not as strong as dad," Zoey huffed while the seven girls riding 'Bob' laughed and made silly noises.

"Come on! Do you- I- I'll tell dad if you don't get off of Bob!" Jannet threatened. All of the girls save for Tina scrambled off of the marine. Being lifted by his leg was too much fun, and Tina was too young to care about the threat.

In the distance, some beast which had been released upon the world let out a screech. Doomguy would gently pry the six-year-old off of his leg, before slowly grabbing from his back a shotgun, pumping it loudly.

Zoey, always eager to one-up somebody else, fumbled her own shotgun out from under her coat and pumped it as hard as she could in an attempt to be louder than the Doom Marine.

"Is that Penny's gun?" Mila asked.

"Shut up, Mila!" Zoey hissed.

A booming footfall made the Doom Slayer tense up, holding up a hand to gesture for the children to stay back as he moved towards the source of the noise.

To Jannet's dismay, Zoey cared not for Bob's gestures, sauntering up to his side with her stolen shotgun. Nobody told Zoey what to do! (Except Wolfe, of course). Even Ruby, the copycat of the group, was unwilling to be so bold.

Doomguy pushed her back gently, shaking his head slowly, as from past a crumbling building, a large form writhed with a hiss that echoed through the street. A massive reptilian beast, standing on two long limbs clambered from the rubble, a long tongue flittering from its jaws, seemingly unaware of the group's existence.

Zoey's confidence faltered as she stumbled backwards at the sight of the monster. Her quickly glanced at Bob and mustered false courage. "P-Pfft! I've killed.. Ten of those yesterday," She boasted, lying through her teeth as Jannet facepalmed from afar.

In any other situation, the Doom Marine would leap into action, fight the monster with no regards to the surrounding area. However, with the prescence of these children forced him to go with another plan of trying to wait out the beast and hope it did not find them. He turned back to the kids and nodded towards the empty gas station, gesturing for them to go inside.

Jannet managed to huddle them to safety, all except for Zoey who was adamant on not being upstaged by Bob. Zoey knew what she was about to do was a horrible idea. It was likely the worst idea she or anyone else in the Hold has ever had. She was reluctant to go through with the idea, but hearing her sisters compare this mute to Wolfe made her blood boil.

And so Zoey hopped forwards, just a little bit in front of Doomguy, and fired her shotgun in the monster's direction. Expectedly, she nearly fell onto her rear from the knockback of the firearm clearly not meant for her.

The Skullcrawler turned towards the pair with a growl, tail whipping behind it, before it let out a roar, beginning its lurching charge towards the two from the wreckage it had been wallowing in. With haste, the Doom Marine put his shotgun back, and heaved Zoey onto his shoulder, running away from the gas station as the monster chased after.

Zoey let out a terrified scream, instantly regretting her stupid decision. She clung to the marine fearfully, managing to still keep one hand on her shotgun. After a quick moment to gather herself, she shakily shuffled herself in his grasp as she held the gun in both hands, pumping it and firing back at the beast chasing them.

The crawler, its jaws open, took the whole of the shotgun's blast, halting for a moment, shaking its head angrily, before firing out a chemeleon-like tongue, wrapping around Zoey's gun and hand and attempting to yank her back into its tooth-filled maw.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Zoey screamed as loud as she could, flailing one arm, but unwilling to let go of her shotgun. Her other arm wrapped itself around Doomguy's head.

Doom Guy stopped running, the Skull Crawler having halted to pull the 14-year-old out of his hands. He dropped Zoey down from his shoulder, keeping his arm locked around her waist, as he fumbled for something to break this tongue. Instead, after a moment of searching, he decided to grab onto the tongue itself, yanking and pulling it off of her arm, but instead it yanked him off the ground, dropping Zoey as he was propelled towards the Skullcrawler's throat. As he was yanked in, he pulled off his back what he had been searching for, a chainsaw, before the jaws clamped shut. The Skullcrawler shook its jaws, before swallowing with a gurgle.

"BOB!" Zoey screamed before realizing she had stolen the shotgun but not the ammunition for it. She threw the empty gun at the beast in an act of desperation.

The monster let out a roar, taking two steps towards the girl, before stopping, letting out a screech of pain, writhing and seizing, before the monster fell, its tongue falling from its lifeless jaws. Slowly but surely, the loud roar of a chainsaw rose from the Skullcrawler's chest, before, in a burst of viscera and blood, the Doomguy tumbled out of the beast's stomach, taking a glance to ensure Zoey was unharmed, before falling to the ground.

"Oh my god!" Zoey gasped, rushing over to him to make sure he was unharmed, "That was aweso- Are you okay- You rip- I- Uh-" She tried to tell 'Bob' how cool he looked while also worrying about his state at the same time.

In the distance a large, heavyset man clad in faded denim jeans, millitary boots, a white T-shirt with an emblazoned cartoonish bomb smiling wickedly. He was riding towards them on a massive, all american chopper. The engine thrumming and roaring with power.

As the motorcycle came closer, its rider was far easier to make out. The large man squeezed the breaks, coming to a stop slowly about 30 feet from the Doomguy. The brow above his yellow-tinted reflective shades was slicked with sweat, every part of him was partially soaked. He was riding through desert after all. He would jog towards Doomguy. With what looked to be a sledgehammer in one hand, and a desert eagle in the other. The alien was likely dead, but the old alien slaying badass wasn't taking chances. He would empty a magazine into the creature's head, before smashing the skull into gory splinters with his hammer.

"Checking for a pulse, and all that."

Slowly, the armored man heaved himself off of the pavement, wiping some guts off of his shoulderplate, turning to the new arrival with annoyance.

Zoey looked Doomguy up and down before turning to the stranger and asking, "Who're you?" At that moment, the other thirteen girls slowly filed out of the gas station with uncertainty.

"Sam Stone, former captain of the Earth Defense Force. Protecting the planet against Mental's alien tide. Bastard threw the moon at us, so I was going back in time to Ancient Egypt to kill him before he killed us. But this isn't Egypt, and it ain't ancient. You catch all that?"

"Someone threw the moon at you?" Zoey repeated doubtfully. She had seen some crazy things recently, but there had to be some limit to the insanity, right?

"Not so much throw as they did push, but yes. Threw the moon and blew up the planet. Everyone, including you. Which is why I need directions to the nearest airport. Or city, what's the closest city?"

Zoey blinked. "We're in a city."

Not caring about the plight of Sam, the Doomguy walked back towards the gas station, hoping to assure the children that it was safe. Seeing him approach, even the older members of the group charged Bob for a mass hug, save for Jannet. It was hard to make out specifically what each of them were saying, but it seemed to be a general mixture of them being relieved he was okay as well as praises for how cool he looked with his chainsaw.

Sam looked over at the ruined city, the skullcrawlers having done a large number on the population center. "Look. As much as I would like to stay here and kill aliens, I have a world to save. Are there maps in the gas station?"

"HEY JANNET!" Zoey yelled.

"I can hear him!" Jannet huffed, heading back into the gas station. She returned moments later with a map of the area that highlighted cheap tourist traps, hotels, and restaurants, which she offered to Sam.

"Thank you." He stated curtly, walking back over to his motorcycle, stretching out the map as he planned his route to the nearest international airport. He'd need to get to Cairo prefferably in two days or less.

"No problem... Wouldn't... Traveling back in time cause a paradox or something?" Jannet asked.

"Time's made out of wibbly wobbly shit." Sam replied curtly once more, struggling to get the bike running once more. The harsh desert sun was running the engine ragged, it would be overheating before long.

Jannet did not understand, but decided it wasn't worth pursuing as she looked over at the mob of children swarm-hugging Doomguy. He looked as if he would fall over at any moment from the swarm of children surrounding him.

Jannet couldn't help but snicker as Zoey charged into the group, leaping onto the marine's chest with a loud laugh. With Zoey's weight upon his chest, the Doom Marine could not withstand the tide of children any longer, falling to the ground surrounded by children. The joy of the kids, their smiles and laughs... it made the Doomguy feel... a little less angry.

"Hey Bob?" Mila asked, sitting near his head, "Isn't it hot with the.. The hat on?" She placed her small hand on the visor of the helmet and looked down curiously.

'Bob' struggled to look over and shook his head no. While it was kind of cramped and humid, it was a fine helmet. In fact, he had become more accustomed to wearing it than not.

"Oh. Does it have a... An air con.. condition.. air conditioner?" Mila asked, momentarily unsure if 'conditioner' was the right word since there was also 'hair conditioner'. Again, he would shake no, before trying to get up from the mass of kids.

Some tumbled to the side while a few (Namely Zoey) managed to cling on to the marine. Jannet aided 'Bob' by removing most of the children still stuck to him as he tried to get up.

As he got up, he walked inside the gas station, regardless of children still on him, and grabbed a roadmap. Slowly analyzing it, he was thinking of where to go. He needed to bring the children somewhere safe, even if they did not think it was needed, but it was difficult to find sanctity like that when the entire world was in such chaos. With all places marked on the map either destroyed or overrun by dimensional threats, he had no choice.

Crumbling up the map and throwing it on the floor, the Doom Marine looked down the road without a giant monster's corpse in the middle of it, and pointed forwards, nodding to the group of children to follow. They happily complied, their hope in achieving their goal restored now that their bellies were full and they had a new friend to lead the way.

A dweller arrived at the scene of carnage and gore, his black suit jacket soaked with sweat, persipiring so much that his hair was dripping, he kept glancing over his shoulder for some odd reason,panting methodically.

"Ey...ey kid!"McCoin called out to Zoey, waving his hands frantically,before falling into a coughing fit and recovering, muttering something cryptic about a 'moving crate' under his breath he jogged towards the group.

Zoey gasped as she looked up to see McCoin approaching them, quickly lowering her head and whispering, "That's one of the weird people Slapstick got," as the rest of the group began to fall silent.

"Kid,why did you run off like that!?,you caused your folks all kinda grief,you're lucky I'm used to long distance travel bucko!"The Dweller clown asserted. His jovial nature and overall kindness so far did make Zoey feel a little guilty about running off and telling 'Bob' he was a bad guy, but she couldn't risk anything getting in the way of saving her father and his writings.

The Doomguy turned to the odd newcomer, looking at the subtle distress the group had come to under his prescence. Slowly, he walked towards McCoin, towering over the Vault Dweller as he stopped ia few feet n front of him. It was obvious he was not a fan of the dweller.

McCoin looked up, blinking, before taking of his slighty chipped monocle and cleaning it off and placing it back on his face.

"McCoin Capitalism, former dweller, current haberdashed hero." McCoin held up his small crude cartoon hand.

The Doom Marine did not produce his own hand to shake, instead simply continuing to stare gravely at the corny-named hero, an obvious expression of annoyance visible from behind the tinted visor of the Marine's helmet. Zoey stood behind him with a confident smile while the other girls mostly seemed confused or wary of possible confrontation.

"Not a speaking man, can respect that after being surrounded by loudmouths". McCoin formed his hand into a fist before tapping it lightly twice on Doom Marine's arm.

The Doomguy, without hesitation, grabbed the cartoon hand, holding it under immense pressure, definitiely enough to break bone, as he rose the dweller level with his own face for a moment, before tossing him back a short ways from the beefy marine. Zoey's smugness vanished as she bit her lower lip with a worried expression. She quickly realized this, and straightened her face out.

McCoin hit the ground, spilling caps from his pockets.

"First the treasure chest, now this, alright". McCoin got to his feet, "That was most uncouth good sir, I really liked those fingers" The classy dweller cracked his neck, "But given the circumstances I'll let it slide, Zoey, lets go, I'll find a bus or something, any of you got change, all I have is gold on me." The cartoonish clown began to walk towards them again.

"No. We're not going," Zoey declared as she folded her arms. The others looked at Zoey before nodding in assent.

A look of shock crossed McCoin's face, before fading into a cold expression, "Alright, fine, you want to choose your father?".

"Choices, choices" McCoin muttered sadly, taking out his plasma caster and checking to see if it was loaded before placing it on the ground and kicking it over to Zoey.

"You choose to do that, you choose one more thing,"

"Look, I could spend hours beating on your deaf ears what he did was wrong,I thought the tears shed by your mothers as they recalled the horrors he put them through would be enough, but I get it, I was raised in a lead lined basement where we were sent out to murder people just like us, trying to survive in a world made by men like your father, greedy men, who would sooner destroy the world around them, murder innocent folks, and use and abuse, until all thats left is burning sand, and glowing seas....".

"HE WAS NOT LIKE THAT!" Zoey shouted furiously. Doomguy attempted to put a hand on Zoey's shoulder in order to keep her somewhat collected and not make a rash decision.

"Well am I? Is Slapstick? Are any of the people you've met that have said those things?..." McCoin paused. "Well Warden maybe....but if we're so opposed, to him, we must be evil".

McCoin motioned to the gun, "We are a threat to the very idea of your dad's twisted methods, you know what".

"Choose, you either pick up that gun and shoot me until I can't bother you anymore,or you admit that the world you think is all white has quite a bit more black in it,if you don't...otherwise I'll still try to help...to your father that would hurt, then you'd have to kill Slapstick,That little green guy,who knows who else,probably your mothers..."

"Or you can get him to kill me, in the end you still choose".

McCoin began to walk forward towards Zoey.

"Y-You don't know him like I do!" Zoey insisted, "You guys just showed up out of nowhere and started saying my dad is evil! He made our moms happy! He gave us a big place to live where we were safe! We had food! He cared about all of us! You guys barely even talked to him!"

"I lived in a vault,with food,water,and friends, I was cared about until I had no use to the vault, then I was thrown out by my coattails".McCoin continued to walk.

"If you truly believe that, all of it, I pity you, living in a warped reality is no way to grow up...but now you have a chance to choose to believe in what was, or take a step back and look at the full picture".

"Choose.." McCoin was three feet away, a look of grim determination on his face.

"I'm not a murderer, and my dad wasn't either. Bob, knock him out," Zoey ordered. But the Doomguy hesitated. The conversation ... it made him question how to go about this.

McCoin walked up to Zoey, "If I'm this much of a threat to your dad, wouldn't he want you to kill me?"

"Get away from me!" Zoey yelled, punching McCoin with eyes full of tears. While she put all her strength into it, she was only fourteen-years-old.

McCon winced then got up, "Then choose, I'll get away permenantly" The dweller walked forward, his monocle broken around his eye, light bright red blood flowing down.

"Why are you being so stupid!? I don't want to kill you! Daddy didn't kill Slapstick, and I know they didn't like each other!" Zoey shouted.

"Probably because Slapstick can't die, that's why he never 'disappeared'". McCoin continued to walk.

With that snide comment, Doomguy finally chose to take action. In a sudden motion, the Doom Marine snatched McCoin by his scrawny neck, gripping down intensely around his throat, stomping away with him in hand.

"Gonna hit me big man?, Better make it count, better make sure it kills me.." McCoin spat, but he refused to try to pry the fingers off of his throat his hands hanging limply by his side.

Slamming the Vault Dweller up against a nearby wall, pinning him to it by his neck with one hand, the Doom Marine began to wail on the cartoony figure, punch after punch landing upon his face, again and again cracking loudly with every connection, with no sign of stopping, anger positively flowing with every motion of the man.

The green bar above McCoin's head faded into view quickly going from green to yellow to red, as his bones were broken,his face mangled.

"W-Wait! Bob! Stop! That's enough!" Zoey yelped while the oldest of the group of girls shielded the eyes of the younger.

But the Doom Marine, deafened and blinded by his rage, kept going, slamming his fist into the mangled mess of McCoin's face over and over.

"BOB! STOP IT!" Zoey screamed, wanting to pull the marine away, but too afraid to physically intervene.

Slowly, the blows halted, before the Doom Marine dropped the limp Dweller, his armor covered in McCoin's bright blood as he let out a huff, stomping back a few feet, turning back to see if the Dweller still had the gall to keep it up.

McCoin had his stats about halfway up in 'GALL', but he still managed to haul himself up, face more hamburger meat than man, he leaned against the side of the wall.

"C-c-choose." McCoin said limping forward, painfully slow towards Zoey.

"Let's just go, please," Zoey begged Doomguy, avoiding looking at McCoin.

McCoin was not so easily deterred as his pained hands the placed the gun in Zoey's own, and stood in front of her.

"Choose".

The gun quickly went to the ground as a plasma caster was far too heavy for a fourteen-year-old girl to pick up. She did not attempt to pick it back up as she stepped away, horrified by McCoin's appearance.

The Doomguy yanked back McCoin once more, but did not lay into him with a barrage of fists. Instead, the Doom Marine glared into the Dweller's eyes, and pointed in the opposite direction, shoving him in that direction, before walking back to the group of children, turning back to ensure the Vault Dweller was not still going on with it.

Jannet ushered the group away, with Zoey following as she glanced back to make sure Bob was following and that McCoin was not.

McCoin looked at the retreating group, the innocence and fear in their eyes, reminded him of when he was younger, before all of the bad.

"If a sad clown is needed, I suppose I'll play the part..."McCoin lumbered forward, when a rotound portly figure appeared from the shadows,"No" The orange demon whispered.

"I don't want that"

Without any time to react McCoin was violently shoved into oncoming traffic, a vehicle smashing into him and tossing him upward before he landed on the road a broken heap of tissue with two large "X's" where his eyes were.

Mr.Pumkin leered over his crime before his dead eyes looked at the horrifed expressions of the girls retreating.

"COIN GUY!" Zoey gasped in horror. She looked at the pumpkin that had murdered McCoin, and her shock quickly turned to anger as she shouted to the Doom Marine, "BOB! KILL IT!"

The Doom Slayer crunched his neck, snatching his shotgun from his back as he stomped towards the demonic pumpkin, firing off a shot at the massive gourd as he approached.

Mr.Pumkin opened his mouth and inhaled the bullet, smacking his lips, "Give me the challenge!" He roared.

With this declaration, the Doom Marine would happily oblige. His steps turned into a full-on stampede of hate towards the otherworldly vegetable, firing his shotgun twice more into the direction of the Pumpkin.

The shots embedded themselves in his thick rindy flesh, undettered, he charged forward swinging his club-like fists in a windmill motion.

Tossing his shotgun to the ground, where it skidded a slight distance away from the two, Doomguy grabbed the flailing fists of the Pumpkin, his own strength holding them in a stalemate of power, with Doomguy slowly being pushed back by the Pumpkin's inhuman strength, but would not be deterred by him.

Zoey looked down to the plasma caster bestowed upon her by McCoin, and yelled for Ruby to come help her. Together, the two managed to lift the twenty pound weapon and aim it at the pumpkin. Unfortunately, Zoey was unable to get a good shot with Doomguy so close, and so she was on standby.

Veins bulged in Pumkin's arms,gross pumkin juice leaked from his human/pumkin pores, then he smiled and yanked Doom Guy towads him, opening his mouth up wide to bite the Hell Hunter in half.

Noting the two children holding the weapon behind him, Doom Guy heaved, turning so that the back of the Pumpkin demon had its exposed back facing the waiting plasma caster, before snatching the jaws of the vegetable, holding them open with all of his might.

Seeing the opportunity given to her, Zoey squeezed the handle trigger of the plasma caster.

Mr.Pumkin Exmmasloped, into a thousand gross pumkin chunks, his hands however though dead still had a grip on Doomguy's own. The Doomguy meticuluously snapped the fingers of the pumpkin back off of his hands, freeing himself before walking over to grab his shotgun. He walked back to Ruby and Zoey, saying nothing as usual, but seemingly giving off a mood of approval before gently taking the Plasma Caster from the two.

"That was awesome!" Ruby shouted, ensnaring Zoey in a victory hug.

"Yeah.. It was.." Zoey said half-heartedly, craning her head to see where McCoin had landed after he was hit by a car.

Doomguy looked over to the corpse of the Vault Dweller as well, following Zoey's eyes to it, before walking up to her and kneeling down, and from his back, he handed her his shotgun, seeming to want to replace the one she had lost during their first fight.

She held it in her hands for a moment, looking it over before placing it on the ground. She ensnared 'Bob' in a hug of her own. While she was grateful for the gift, she was emotionally exhausted after the chain of ordeals she had been through. "Thank you, Bob," She murmured.

Doomguy, taken aback for a moment, awkwardly returned the hug, patting Zoey on the back as he did. The feelings that went through his mind were almost alien to him after such a long time of hate and anger. It was... somewhat satisfying to the Doom Marine.

Zoey pulled back and smiled to him. "When we get daddy back, I bet he'll really like you... And not just because you helped us."

The Doomguy rose up, saying nothing oncemore, nodding slightly to the girl and turning to join the rest of the group. They had a lot of ground to cover... wherever they were going.






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Emmo

"I hate caves.... I hate... Underground... And heat..." Emmo groaned, leaning against the side of a tunnel she was ever so slowly progressing through, "... Fucking... Why are you even down here... Is it... Is it really worth it?"

Further down the tunnel, the echoes of a hummed song flowed through the cave, ahead a blurry (the heat distorted the air, like a summer mirage) figure working over some large lumpy..... thing. It was hard to tell anything from how far Emmo was.

The neurosurgeon squinted her eyes to no avail. She angrily rubbed them against her arm s she mumbled, "Most perfect eyes any human has ever had... Can't even see shit." She took a few steps forwards and hoarsely yelled out, "Hey! Is that a... Person? I'm... I could really use some water..." She quickly remembered to add a, "Please!" at the end.

As her voice reverberated through the chasm, the figure turned, and an obvious long protrusion from their face could be seen, even through the heat. The darkness of the figure now made sense as the doctor waved, “Ah, greetings, Doctor! How goes your endeavors?” He left the lumped pile, which Emmo could now identify as what appeared to be a heavily-mutilated bovine, with what looked to be a brass pipe stuck in its ribs, and walked over to meet her.

"Aw... It's you. I.. I think I'd rather... Suffer a heatstroke," Emmo grunted, looking over at the hack's experiment, "... What the hell are you even doing? And why down here?"

I was doing some spelunking of my own, wondering if a possible key to my work laid down here. Here, I found that poor thing. It looked as if it had fallen down into this labyrinthine cave and had fallen due to dehydration, with the Great Pestilence flowing through its very being. And so, it was necessitated that I test my latest hypotheses of my cure,” SCP-049 explained in detail, somewhat deterred by Emmo’s half-handed insult, “I may have some hydrating fluids in my bag. Are you sure you would rather not? I would hate to see another pursuer of medical breakthroughs to perish.”

As he spoke, one of the cow’s limbs, split into two by metallic joints, began to twitch, the inverted head turning slightly to the noise of voices.

Two very large parts of Emmo were in conflict with one another. On one side was her logic and rationality (Plus her current dehydration) begging her to just take whatever water the Plague Doctor may have. If she passed out in this cave, it would be very likely that nobody would find her, and she would die.

The other very, very, very large part of Emmo spoke in dissent: Her pride. While she was no stranger to enlisting help from others, she had always possessed some level of control in the situation, manipulating people into feeling sorry for her, abusing one's lustful instincts, etc, etc. In this situation, however, she was legitimately in danger. She needed help. Not only that, but she needed help from someone that she absolutely loathed. This cheating hack that dared to question her when they first met.

However, when she tried to swallow her spit only to realize there was none to swallow down her dry throat, Emmo conceded to her basic human needs. "Fine," She growled, "At least I'm... Vaccinated for whatever crap you probably put in your water..."

“I would never use a fellow doctor as a test subject!” The plague doctor scoffed, turning to walk back to his bag to find the cow he had been working on was now standing, a hollow rasp rumbling from the tube in its chest. The SCP hummed with an affirmation for a moment, taking out a small leather-bound notebook and writing inside it with a ink pen he had produced. “My cure has gained some potency, but is not quite accurate...” he mumbled as he wrote.

"Hey. Water," Emmo rudely reminded, "I'm.. Come on.." She rubbed her eyes once more and took a deep breath. If she had known that what she was looking for would be this deep, she would have brought more water.

“Yes, I understand,” The Doctor quipped as he took several more swipes of his pen, before putting both pen and book beneath his cloak , “But curing the Great Pestilence is of utmost importance,” as he began to walk to his bag, “But now, I shalt deliver you what I offered.”

At the same time, the cow-based abomination began to turn its mutilated body towards the two, though its obvious focus was upon Emmo as it slowly stamped towards her on its strangely altered legs.

"... Hey.. Hey if.. If your zombie cow voodoo bullshit touches me... I'll.." Emmo blinked a few times, taking a quick moment to think up a threat, which was rather frightening to her considering she was normally quite snappy with her wildish threats, "I'll... Uhm.. Make arms... Grow out of your nostrils... With testicle fingers."

“Madam, you will have to bear with it. While uncured, it still contains the blight I seek to destroy,” 049 stated, grabbing his bag by its handles and making the slow return, “Do not be so crass! A fellow doctor should not do such to those who consider themselves their compatriots!”

"I'm.. Not a patriot..." Emmo hissed, nearly stumbling to the ground as she stepped backwards and ending up in a squatting position that then lead to her sitting down with a grunt.

The bovine picked up speed, its steps hurrying in pace as its neck, previously stuffed into the ribcage, unhinged outwards, the skin of the head peeled back and held in place by metal pins. It was obvious that it was aggressive from every movement.

"Aw.. Shit.. Shit.. Emmo come.. Uh.." Emmo mumbled to herself as she groggily sifted through the pockets of her labcoat, which she had tied around her waist. She produced her only bottle of 'perfume' and lazily tossed it forwards, trying to hit the undead cow coming for her.

The ‘perfume’ hit the cow square in its skull, its udders lactating seemingly curdled milk almost immediately, jaws opening to let out a moo of pleasure, but without a proper throat was unable to. It’s entire body shook and shuddered, halted by the pheromones.

But suddenly, the cow aberration fell to the ground as soon as the Plague Doctor tapped the animal’s skull with his gloved finger. “I am terribly sorry, Madame, the partially cured are somewhat tithed when they awake. Here,” he pulled from his black bag a small corked vial of water, handing it to Emmo.

In Emmo's mind, she had taken the water very slowly and with grace. She gave the doctor a snobby look of contempt before carefully, and expertly, uncorking the bottle and taking a series of modest sips.

In reality, she quickly snatched the bottle from him and fumbled with the cork for a few moments before finally ripping it off and chugging the water down as fast as she could, letting out a raspy breath when she was finished before clearing her throat.

“Are you feeling better, Doctor?” The Plague Doctor asked, cocking his head to the side, offering a hand down to Emmo to help her up.

"Yeah.." She muttered, taking another deep breath as her head and vision slowly began to clear. She licked some of the water from her lips into her mouth before using the wall to help herself up.

“Now I ask you, Doctor,” 049 began, “What are you looking for in this horrid catacomb? There is nothing but molten metal and rock. I occasionally hear the cries of some far off beast, but that is besides the point.”

"Just... Treasure hunting. This is El Dorado after all," Emmo answered, not explaining the apparent lack of treasure on her person save for a silver necklace she snagged because it had a pretty, baby blue opal embedded into it.

“It is? I thought those to be the mad ramblings of the conquistadors...” the crow-masked doctor thought, before gesturing to her, “What have you found in this golden place? And what is it you seek?”

"Just a bunch of dumb gold and jewlery and whatever," Emmo waved her hand dismissively, "I'm.. Not really looking for anything in particular. Just stuff that catches my eye."

“And what catches your eye in a place where it is prophesied any treasure awaits?” The SCP asked, squatting down and fumbling through his doctor’s bag.

"This necklace. It matches my coat," Emmo half-lied, gesturing to the lovely necklace she was wearing.

“...Yes, it does, does it not?” The Plague Doctor admired the opal-imbedded necklace, some sort of confusion in his tone, before locking back at Emmo, his tone shifting to a cheerful one, “So, where shall we be going?”

Emmo's smile from admiring her own necklace was slapped off of her face by his words. "We?"

“Of course, We! We are both seeking grand treasures, are we not? And would it not be better to have company in such a grave space as this? I would not wish to see you again in a position of dehydration oncemore, and I doubt you would, either!” The Doctor explained happily.

Emmo turned her head away slightly while her now-squinted eyes remained affixed on the doctor. Nobody could be this oblivious to how rude she had been. There was only one possible explanation. "... Are you hitting on me?" She asked suspiciously.

“I would never! Flirting with a constituent is far below me! I prefer professionalism over such crudeness,” The SCP scoffed, “Now, as I said, where will we be heading? The Plague keeps rolling as we stand idle, and whatever lies within this place may hold the cure within.”

"Below you?" Emmo huffed, "Are you trying to imply something?" The neurosurgeon regarded herself as the pinnacle of human perfection, especially when it came to beauty. She could hold a three hour long presentation to psuedo-scientifically prove why she was objectively better looking than any other woman who has ever lived and explain how such perfection was achieved.

“I imply nothing that, while holding a friendliness with you, I will not attempt to ‘hit’ upon a lady of such scientific caliber.” The Doctor explained.

Emmo's pout fell apart at the compliment... And then quickly returned when she realized that now it would be unreasonable to be angry with him for not hitting on her. Then the pout faded away once more once she realized she was pouting again. "Hmph... Well, at least you know your place," She stated, "I'm trying to go deeper down into these caves. I would assume that the best loot is down there."

"My place?" the plague doctor asked, cocking his beaked head to the side. While he more than likely understood what she meant, he wished to hear it in her own words.

"Of course, recognizing my 'scientific caliber'," Emmo explained confidently, "Knowing that even trying to hit on me would be pointless. Like... a Paraplegic trying to enter a marathon. It's something they could try, but it wouldn't go anywhere."

"No, I could more than definitely try," the SCP commented, "But it would fall flat due to your... emotional flaws, so to say."

Emmo's eyes snapped open as wide as they could. She quickly glared at the Plague Doctor. "Emotional flaws?" She repeated.

"Yes, that I said," SCP 049 nodded, "You have an obvious lack of care for others. An obvious self-centered viewpoint that will put yourself above anyone else, even if it leads to their untimely demise. I have seen many cases of this, but scant seen a person with such an advanced condition."

"Hmph. I can't help being objectively better than others," Emmo huffed, "And a lack of empathy is not a flaw. If anything, it's an improvement."

"Have you found the ability to bring back the unliving?" the doctor asked, folding his arms, "Or do you understand my cure? The Plague I seek to end?"

Emmo pouted, "The plague was cured already."

"Yes, a disease was cured. Many have been. But it is not the Great Pestilence. It permeates through the populace, its effects unseen until their demise. But I seek to stem it before it ruins us all."

Emmo rolled her eyes at the doctor's ramblings, "It doesn't take this long to cure a disease- Or, well, it shouldn't if someone capable was working on the cure."

"Are you questioning my work? My rigorous experimentation?" The Doctor asked with a glare, "I do not question your work, merely your emotional lacking."

"Yes, I am. Though.. I guess you can't be blamed entirely.. You do come from a much... Simpler time, don't you?" Emmo said haughtily, "And, again, compassion is a flaw. Sometimes lacking something is a good thing."

"Compassion is human. Compassion is a natural instinct," 049 remarked, "If it was a flaw, the perfection of evolution would have removed such a thing. Wolves would be lone predators forever, societies would never form, and humanity would dwindle out of existence, another animal without a point. Perhaps it kept such a 'flaw' because it was... efficientto the order of things."

"Oh yes, natural evolution always works just right, doesn't it? Like sloths, weren't those just the best? Or penguins? Birds that couldn't fly? Evolution sure is something, isn't it? That's why it gave us compassion! I'm sure all the tyrants that turned their countries into industrial powerhouses were the most compassionate people in the history books."

"The tyrants lacked compassion, like you. The sloths, the penguins, each fit into their own purposes. Evolution may be flawed at times, but it rights itself into a perfect system, and the ability of compassion is a righted piece of it. While you lack such a thing, I do not look down upon you for that. No, I look down upon you for your sheer arrogance."

"I earned the right to be 'arrogant'," Emmo insisted, "When everyone else just... Downloaded whatever knowledge they needed, I worked to get to where I am today. I proved myself superior to every other man and woman of a population of people who are also superior to every other human being. I was one of the few to actually educate myself the hard way, and even then most just did it for kicks. Really, I'm not arrogant. I'm just stating facts."

"Ah yes, your superior intellect, I am most sorry. You may be smart in most fields, my lady... but you will never overcome my medical knowledge. Trust me when I say that your arrogance, your condescension, will never come to fruition within my fields. Just that you learned your knowledge through books and teaching yourself does not make you superior; it is your application of these gained ideas that makes you the better person. But you... do not fully use them."

"I pushed medicine farther than you think," Emmo spat, "I was chased off of my home planet because they couldn't handle what I had to offer."

"And yet, you cannot handle what I had to offer with my cure." the Doctor quipped.

"Anyone can make a stupid cow stand up and try to attack someone zombie style!" Emmo yelled, "You don't bring things back you hack! They're changed!"

"Yes! They are cured!" The SCP stated aggressively, "I have cured them! I have the cure! If I can continue developing it..."

"Cure what!?" Emmo asked, "What is this stupid 'Great Pestilence' that you're trying to cure, huh!? What does it do? Do you even know what it looks like? Have you examined it under a microscope!? Is there even a plague to begin with or are you just deluding yourself!?"

"...There is a Pestilence! Do not question it, there is a plague that afflicts the masses!" 049 declared, beginning to stroll along, downwards in the tunnel, "And I can create the cure it desperately needs!"

Emmo followed, not letting up on the doctor, "Then what is it!? Huh!? What does it do!? How is it contracted!? If there's a plague, then tell me what it does! Is it a bacteria, virus, fingus?! What does it do!?"

"It is... a disease of the mind... of the body... of the soul..." the doctor stated slowly, "And my cure, when completed, can revitalize all possible afflictions caused by it's presence!"

"Of the soul," Emmo repeated, nearly laughing if not for her disdain, "What kind of hack doctor still thinks humans have souls? Even then, you still didn't explain what the plague does. Do you actually know anything about this goose you're chasing?"

"It permeates the entire being, both physical and beyond!" the doctor shouted with annoyance, "How you cannot understand after all I have explained, I do not think you will understand after I explain it oncemore."

"The only thing I understand about this plague is that it's nothing more than... The delusions of a crazy person!" Emmo argued, "How can you even call yourself a doctor and spout garbage about souls!? Oh wait, I do remember reading about you hacks that wore the bird masks in a book. Something about going door to door with a pile of bodies in a wheelbarrow and cutting off pieces of plague victims and then sowing them inside of people's arms? Thinking that was a proper vaccine? Makes sense you'd believe in nonsense, now that I think about it."

"Call me a hack one more time," the Plague Doctor detested, pointing a finger mere inches from Emmo's face, "And I will forget your academic intellect and treat you as the arrogant perfectionist you are."

Emmo smiled and slowly licked her lips before saying, smug and slow, "Hhhhaaack."

Without hesitation, the SCP placed his entire hand upon her forehead. For several moments, the world went black, a feeling of agonizing nothing washing over Emmo in that brief moment, before it all came back, with the Plague Doctor looming over her, the glare visible in his eyes. "Are you well?" he asked, "I know the process of death and revitalization is painful, but it must subside quickly."

"Wh.. W-What?" Emmo blinked, shaking a bit as she felt herself.

"That is the proper reaction to dying, is it not," the Plague Doctor pondered, "It must be what one close to death by drowning must feel before they are filled with fresh air. Or one whose heart is restarted. They may feel their pains of feeling nothing, not feeling their very selves, but cannot retell such a trauma."

If what the doctor said was true, then Emmo had just died. Without a soul, that instance of Emmo had ceased to exist, and Emmo now was just... Continuing where she had left off. In most regards, she was the same person, and the Emmo now had nothing to worry about the old Emmo that had just passed. Though.. Just the idea of an instance of herself ceasing to exist...

"You... Piece of shit hack.... Using magic voodoo cheating garbage..." Emmo spat.

"Magic? I rekindled the soul, my dear," he mused, "I ended it, and brought it back."

"There is no soul," Emmo hissed.

"Then how do you still stand? You died, feeling an out-of-body traumatic experience during those two seconds I left you dead, before returning to the living." The SCP explained.

"You don't know anything about neuroscience. When someone dies, that instance of them ceases to exist. Even if they're brought back, they just have the memories of the previous instance because the structure of their brain hasn't changed. Hell, what do you even consider dying? The heart stopping? Because brain activity still continues after that." Is it possible Emmo never actually died and that this hack had a flawed definition of death?

"And you know nothing of the soul. The soul carries on, carries the knowledge of yourself to realms beyond. Dying is when the soul leaves all realms, leaves everything. When the soul has finally faded into the background air and atmosphere, that is when I deem one deceased. This is why my cure is potent. It rekindles the soul of those afflicted."

"The soul. Does not. Exist. It was proven a few hundred years ago with science that souls do not exist," Emmo insisted.

"That is what they said of bacteria. Of parasites being their own entities instead of manifestations of disease. Of the world being the only one, instead of an uncountable plethora across the sky. Hundreds of years pass, and the opinions change, whether they be for the better, or the worse." The SCP scoffed, before turning, "Now come, we must tread more ground. Our argumentation has slowed us too far."

"So you believe people can be proven wrong about garbage, but you don't think that the soul can be proven not to exist? What makes you think you can- Science and religious garbage are mutually exclusive," Emmo declared.

"I never mentioned religion, young girl. You must truly choose your words better," the doctor detested, not turning around, "But as I said, if we are to find untold treasures before some other greedy spelunker without moral values finds it, we must hurry ourselves forwards."

"No, I will find treasure on my own," Emmo huffed, "And I'm not a young girl. I just look good for my age because I take care of myself."

"Are you sure? You act as young as you look," the SCP quipped, "And how, superior human, are you to get to such treasures if the other monstrously strong pinnacles of humanity, the other beasts that dwell within this strange event, or worse decide they wish to either take your treasure, or take your life?"

"I've dealt with people and mad animals before, and I think I'll fare better with them as opposed to going another second listening to you talk about souls and realms."

"You would fare better? You have such a personality, I would not look down upon them if they decided to take action against you," he laughed hollowly, "I personally bear you, upon your highest of steeds, because it amuses me at times, but they? They will more than likely not find you funny, dare I say, annoying and insignificant."

"Oh, I'm amusing to you, huh? You seemed real amused when I was calling you a hack, you handled that real well," Emmo scoffed.

"At times, I said, and you ignored what I have said. What will you do when you meet an obstacle that you cannot overcome alone? An immovable object for you to be crushed against by an unstoppable force?" he stopped and turned, with what looked to be slight concern in his eyes.

"I'll improvise. That's worked pretty well for me so far," Emmo declared.

"And if you cannot improvise? If nothing can save you? What then, O' Superior Human?"

"I never skipped leg day," Emmo answered.

"I doubt your obstacle has either," the Doctor griped.

"Hmph.. I don't get it. Is it a pride thing? Why are you still here?" Emmo, folding her arms.

"Because I am intrigued by you," The SCP answered straightly, "Not only for amusement, but also of your continued existence. Your very being interests me... in a scientific way, of course."

"I'm flattered," Emmo said sarcastically.

"Please, be so," the doctor griped, "It would go well in my notes. Now, may we please make leeway in our endeavor? Whatever lives in these tunnels more than likely would not take kindly to tresspassers encroaching upon its territory."

Emmo could use a meat shield if she encountered something down here, the doctor did seem pretty insistent on her not getting killed. She considered it for a moment, "... On one condition. You don't talk about souls or realms or any voodoo cultist religious nonsense that'll make me want to hit my head against a wall."

"...While I destest what you call my research and what it is based upon as 'voodoo' and 'cultist', I will agree to such," 049 nodded solemnly, closing his eyes respectively, "And you will not project your superiority upon me or anyone we encounter within this labyrinth within every moment. Or the bovine may prove useful oncemore. Are we in agreement?" he held out a gloved hand, but then reeled it back when he remembered its deadly effect.

Emmo smirked, "I know touching a pretty girl's hand can make a guy nervous, but come on." She obviously had no idea of what the glove was capable of.

"...Do you not remember when I merely tapped you and you fell deceased?" the Doctor sighed, "A verbal agreement is enough. Are we in agreement?"

"I'll try," Emmo conceded, "Though.. If it's the glove, why not take it off?"

"I... care not to waste any more time," the Doctor frivolously stated, "I mean, we have taken such a long argument. You must be parched oncemore, yes?" he asked, producing another flask of water from no identifiable location.

A smile grew on Emmo's face as she placed a finger on her chin while her other hand slowly took the flask. "And you couldn't take the glove off and shake my hand while we walk?"

The Doctor put a finger to where his chin sat, humming, "I did not think of such a thing... bah, this squabbling is nulling my mind." he slowly took off the glove, his pale-toned hand fumbling out of the white glove, the veins within it darker than they should have been. He held out the hand to Emmo.

"Hm, you could use a little sun," Emmo said as she took the hand in her own and shook it.

The Plague Doctor laughed, "I wish it would be so easy," as he shook her hand, putting his glove back on afterwards. "You know, I have not shaken a hand in a long time," he recollected, "I have not... felt someone else's skin, even. Yes, I have worked with cadavers, but they are cold, clammy and lifeless... they do not have a similar feeling."

"Don't get too excited," Emmo snickered.

"Oh, I understand. I doubt I could even... care enough to want what you imply." the Doctor huffed happily, "Now, let us depart. Cures do not discover themselves, and neither do other riches... What do you seek, again? You have your necklace, yes, but from this experience alone, I know you don't care that much for superficial appearance."

"What? Is it so hard to believe I'd come all the way down here for a nice pair of earings?" Emmo sneered.

"Yes, in fact. You have ulterior motives. It's obvious to all who've stayed a modicum of time in your proximity," 049 quipped.

"I know it's obvious. What isn't obvious is what I'm looking for exactly, and I'm keeping it that way," Emmo smiled, "It's a... Personal matter."

"Now you've only intrigued me further," the Doctor mused, taking out his notebook and pen and beginning to jot down notes, "I'm not judgemental, if that is the issue you wish to avoid."

"I have my reasons, one of them being it's just more fun to keep you guessing," Emmo explained.

"...Fair enough," the Plague Doctor scoffed, "You lead the way. My geological knowledge is lacking, especially in an underground environment."

Emmo was more than happy to gesture the Plague Doctor forwards, walking confidently by his side, or, well, a bit ahead of him. "I don't remember if I asked, but... Of all the places you could end up, why are you here? And how did you even get down here without knowing you were heading into El Dorado?"

"You did ask; I was spelunking to see if there was some sort of herbal remedy or another ingredient to help further my cure. I never knew the name of the cave, nor that it was the fabled place, because no sign was posted, now was it?" the SCP responded.

"Oh there were about... Ten signs, maybe eleven," Emmo corrected, suppressing a cheeky grin that would have exposed her lie.

"I must have entered through another entrance, or at the very least, went through a passage missing them entirely. Though, it did seem to be the only one available..." even from behind the mask, Emmo could tell the Doctor had an annoyed smile, "When you do lie, you must lie with greater ability."

"You're the only one that's caught me so far... Save for when people get evidence after like, a week," Emmo remarked, "But that doesn't count."

"How so?"

"They still believed the lie at first."

"And what did you tell them? The content of a lie is a serious factor."

"Oh man, I've told a lot of people a lot of things. Where to start?" Emmo took a deep breath, thinking for a moment, "Hmm... Oh, there was this one time I was with a group of roaming bandits, right? Well some small town in the middle of nowhere kicked out one of their women and she hooked up with the guy in charge of bandits. I cut open her head and lobotomized her, but the leader found out. So I ran off to that small town, and by that point I had perfected fake crying. I dirtied myself up some, ripped my clothes a little, and told them I was being chased by bloodthirsty bandits. They let me in and fought off all the baddies for me. They even killed their leader. Afterwards, they let me join their community. It took a few months, but someone there put some evidence together by talking to some of the survivors that they weren't chasing me just because they had a murderboner. At that point though, I already solidified myself as the town's best doctor, so they couldn't throw me out."

"...That is horrible!" The Doctor gasped, "Why would you even... do that?"

"Which part?" Emmo asked.

"All of it! Mainly, however, the Lobotomization! Even I am not that primitive to do such!"

"She was a druggie. I was curious what the effect of luciferium had on her brain.... Plus, it's just fun." Emmo shrugged, "Everyone has a hobby."

"But lobotomy should not be a common hobby!" The doctor retched, "How can you consider such an atrocity a hobby?"

"It's not a common hobby. As far as I know, I'm the only person who does it for fun other than the crazies that, admittedly don't even know what they're doing. I'm pretty sure they were high. A lobotomy is an art, and I am a master painter," Emmo proclaimed.

"Lobotomy is a crude butchery of the mind," the Doctor stated, "How can you, one who is hundreds of years advanced from my day and age, partake in such barbarity with glee? Surely, there are better uses of such medical intellect!"

"Of course I do plenty other things with my skills, but lobotomies are a bit.... I guess.... Nostalgic?" Emmo tried to explain.

"Nostalgic? They are ancient in your era! How can such be nostalgic?" the SCP asked, confused as he continued to jot down his thoughts.

"It's... Something I did when I was a little kid," Emmo answered, her calm smile shrinking a bit as she remembered the details leading up to the discovery of her hobby, details she'd rather not recount to another person. "It's a long story."

"We have time," 049 remarked, "And I am more than interested in the origins of this hobby."

"A very personal story."

"...I'm assuming this story... is the source of your emotional recession?" the Doctor asked, knowing that, while she would more than likely deny such, a story she wishes to keep untold as she does must be in some way traumatic.

Emmo opened her mouth, about to lie, but she looked the doctor up and down for a second, figuring he wasn't completely stupid. "You could say that." She looked forwards once more.

"Your story... it was traumatic... no... your first lobotomy... it was, was it not?" the doctor continued.

Emmo was silent for a moment. "... No, I started lobotomies after some... Bad things happened."

"It eases your troubled mind," he stated, "Does it not?"

"My mind isn't troubled... I guess it happened a long time ago, it doesn't matter that much now. If you wanna hear about it, at least it'll make time go by faster," Emmo sighed.

The robed man flipped to an empty set of pages in his notes. "I would be honored to hear it." he responded.

"If you try to go therapist on me during it, I swear I will replace your blood with battery acid, got it?"

"I understand completely, though I doubt your methods would work. I am unsure of the composition of my blood as we speak, battery acid may not even elicit an effect."

"Hmph... Anyway, I was really young at the time. Ten-years-old, never left the utopia that was the Glitterworld before, but for my birthday, my parents thought it would be neat to fly us out to one of the urbworlds, see what sights they had to offer... Urbworlds were planetwide shitholes of failed urbanization, hence the name. Anyway, I brought my best friend along since we did everything together after we first met. My name was Emma and hers... Was Emmo.

"So we got off this small cruiser that was in the air with two scythers guarding us- Er, Scythers were advanced robots that could kill just about anything. So we were walking through the streets and came across a food vendor. Now, we didn't have to worry about whatever diseases were in the food since we were all immune to whatever crap they had there, so my parents were looking at all the different kinds of meat this fat guy was selling.

"My friend and I got bored waiting for them to choose something to eat, so we wandered just a little bit around the corner of a building nearby, looking inside of an alleyway... A guy jumped us and knocked us out. Next thing I knew we were tied to chairs in some dark room. There was stained blood on the floor, the walls, even our chairs. There was a light shining on us, but I could make out a small group of people behind a camera.

"They got some information out of Emmo, and figured out she was just my friend, and that I was the one they could really hold for ransom...."

Emmo paused for a moment, "... They apparently were doing this thing where... They livestreamed people being tortured. Anyone watching could pay money, choose what would happen next. They said they were doing things differently this time though since I was there, that I'd be the one torturing Emmo... If I didn't... They said they'd kill me, find my parents, and kill them too. Now, I don't think they could've actually gotten to my parents, but... A scared little kid will believe anything.

"So the requests started rolling in. It was small stuff at first like hitting her, poking her eyes. It slowly escelated though. They gave me a rod and told me to hit her legs with it. I didn't do it at first, so they slapped me. Eventually, they got me to do it. Knowing you, you probably don't want to hear the details about everything I did to her, but... I didn't recognize her when I was done. I killed her.

"After that, they roughed me up a bit, kept yelling at me to fight back... I didn't, for some reason. After that, they locked me down there for about two days before I heard gunshots while I was asleep. I woke up and there was screaming, but I couldn't see anything because it was so dark. After a little while though, the hatch down to the basement was busted off of its hinges and down came the scythers.

"We were all taken home, but I wasn't the same after what happened. I didn't really talk much, eat much, I mostly stayed in my room. I started calling myself 'Emmo' instead of 'Emma' and... One day I heard my parents yelling about something, but then they quickly shushed themselves. I was supposed to be asleep, but I didn't get much of it at the time. I came out of my room and eavesdropped on what they were talking about.

"Turns out some guy with the government was with them. They were... Discussing sending me away. Off the Glitterworld. As utopian of a place as it was, they were very dedicated to... Maintaining the social order. They were afraid of anything messing it up. They were afraid I had been, as they put it, 'tainted' by what happened back on the urbworld. That I would grow up wrong, cause trouble. They were worried about me having become flawed.

"... So I made sure to prove them wrong. I started acting a lot happier, a lot kinder, but... At that point they were distant. I was given a grace period before the council would decide if I had to be exiled, but my parents assumed the worst. They wanted to detatch themselves from me, so they didn't have to deal with as much baggage during that time and when I would be exiled. At the time, I was a bit immature about it, only concerned about how it seemed like they didn't love me. Now though, I would've done the same thing. It was the logical choice for them to make. Heartbreak slows things down.

"Thankfully for me though, I managed to convince the agents investigating me that I was a perfect, model citizen. I was active and intelligent, I had lots of friends, they even wrote in the note they sent home how perfect I was... And then when I got into neuroscience, I wanted to see a human brain in person. There were plenty of non-sapient human clones produced for such things, and I schmoozed the right guy when I was around... fourteen into letting me mess with one of the clones.

"He showed me how to cut open the head in different ways, showed me a few different basic procedures, one of which being a lobotomy. He let me mess with a clone myself, and... That's how I got my hobby." She never seemed distressed during any point in telling her origins, it was as if she was reading from a book that was in her mind, only pausing at some parts to take a mental breath.

The Doctor, having stopped writing halfway through Emmo's story, was simply staring in seeming shock at the recitement of her past. "I... I would have never imagined such a... dark story... I'm sorry for making you recite it, and your friend..."

"Bah, it was scary at the time, but I don't care about her now. I came out on top in the end, that's what matters," Emmo said assuredly, "It helped me, really. All of it did. A lot of who I am is because of what happened, and I don't think I have to remind you of my level of perfection. People either break down after that stuff happens, or they're stronger because of it. I proved to everyone that I was the latter."

The Doctor said nothing more, staring at Emmo for a few moments, before quickly continuing his notes hastily, though it was obvious these notes were less about her story.

The contents of the notes, Emmo was admittedly curious about. She noticed the lack of writing during a section of her story, and wondered what he had jotted down. "What're you writing?"

"My thoughts upon your story." he replied, focused on his book and pen.

"If you're writing about me, I wanna see," Emmo said, craning her neck to try and read what he was writing.

The doctor closed his small notebook, "My notes are private and mine alone. They are my thoughts that are being written down, and I wish to keep them to myself."

"Hmph, that's not really fair after reciting my traumatic childhood to you," Emmo huffed.

"But I thought it helped, not traumatized?" the SCP replied.

"I know, I'm trying to manipulate you. Lemme read your notes," Emmo insisted.

"And you're failing. I don't think you'd even understand them, if I am to be honest," the doctor responded.

"Well, there's no issue in letting me look at them if I wouldn't be able to understand them then."

"...Well, my notes for the cure also sit within, so I am not sure if I should."

"One, shouldn't someone else have that knowledge too so they could help towards developing that cure? Two, if you don't want me reading your cure notes, just open up to the page where you started writing about me and just watch to make sure I don't go backwards to your cure stuff."

"Oh, fine, here," the Doctor pulled the notebook from under his cloak, opening it up to show her, written in french cursive. It described the events until the two were jumped, with more recent notes writing the names of mental disorders with explanatory notes, a question mark next to each disorder. One was circled and checked: "Narcissistic personality disorder".

Unfortunately, Emmo could not read cursive. She squinted her eyes a few times, holding the book closer and farther from herself just incase it was really bad handwriting. "... You were right. I don't understand this wonky language you've written it in at all. What does it say?"

"It... describes my thoughts and personal questions upon your story," the Doctor lied, "It is french. A favored language of mine."

"Ohh... English was made the official language for humans about... Five hundred years ago," Emmo hummed, "So what are your 'thoughts' then? And questions?"

"Nothing, just... medical standards and such," the Doctor coughed.

"You can't shake me that easy, come on!" Emmo was deathly curious, and stuffed the doctor's book down her shirt and nestled it into her breasts to where it was barely visible, "You won't get this back until you tell me."

"Alright, I will tell you... the one I really needed answered was... did you have any sort of disorders or disabilities before your incident? Any injuries or such?" the Doctor continued, a bit annoyed.

"Oh, no, of course not. I don't think anyone on the Glitterworld is born with that kind of thing," Emmo answered, "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just a question upon the effects the incident upon your... psyche."

"Well, I do know now that I am a psycopath if that wasn't obvious," Emmo remarked.

"Ah, then I can be truthful without offending you," the Doctor took a deep breath, '"The list at the bottom are possible diagnoses. And that one, the one that's checked, Narcissistic personality disorder, is most definitely one you have."

"Okay, say someone was objectively better than everyone else. Are they really a naracissist because they acknowledge that fact? Or is it better they be ignorant?" Emmo questioned.

"...I may just tally it up to a god complex," the Doctor mused, "As well as Illusory superiority."

"Oh, god no. I know I'm amazing, but isn't because I cheated with some innate gift. I earned my perfection through hard work. It's why your voodoo ticks me off. You're not going through it the hard way, studying how every segment of DNA adds up to a human, how specific pulses of currents and doses of chemicals affect the brain."

"May we focus? I am also quite interested in why you took your friend's name. Could you care to explain?"

"Oh, right. It was just... Something I did as a kid and it stuck. It was some dumb, emotional, irrational thing thinking somehow it would.. Be good to have her name still being said or something. I'd go back to Emma, but Emmo's got brand recognition at this point. Plus, I've used it for so long that I just... Respond to it better."

"I understand. Whatever you did think, I stand by it. In any case, yes, my notes are more or less trying to understand your psyche. Though, how did you get the man to allow you a supply of clones?"

"Unlike how it is out here, everything was free on the Glitterworld. We got all of our resources from the urbworlds, so we didn't need to worry about running out of anything. So clones were 'cheap'. I just had to convince him I was passionate about neuroscience, which I was and am," Emmo explained.

"It still irks me that lobotomy is your amusement... but hearing as to why it is your source of happiness allows me to tolerate it."

"Hmm.. You know, this book actually feels pretty comfy where it is," Emmo snickered as a wide, smug smile was plastered onto her face.

"Must I need to use the glove again?" the Doctor asked, "Or do I need to yank it out myself? As I've said, this is a scientific endeavor alone."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd love to reach in there and grab it," Emmo teased, relishing the fun she was having messing with the doctor, if in a minor way.

"...I thought you were repulsed by me, " he grunted, taking off a glove and shoving his hand into Emmo's labcoat, squeezing his hand between her cleavage to grab his notebook.

Emmo reached under her shirt and caused the book to drop just before it could be grabbed, giggling at her own antics.

049 let out an annoyed growl, yanking his hand out of her breasts, "Reaaal funny." he said, bending over to grab his notes.

"I know it is," Emmo sneered, shoving the book upwards and back inbetween her boobs with a, "Woop!" as she stifled a laugh.

The Doctor stopped, rising back up and folding his arms. "Give it back. Please," he asked politely.

"Hmmm... Admit that I'm perfect, and I'll give it back," Emmo promised, "I know you won't mean it, but it'd still be nice to hear you say it."

The Plague Doctor let out a long, tired sigh, before grumpily stating, "You are perfect."

"... You can at least pretend to mean it."

He stared at Emmo for a moment, before repeating with less annoyance, "You're perfect. There, happy?"

"Yes, yes I am," Emmo smiled, arching her back a bit so the book would fall down into her waiting hand. She then presented it to the doctor as promised. She considered continuing her shenanigans a bit longer, but thought that such a betrayal of her word would result in the glove.

The Plague Doctor took his notebook back in a swift grab, stuffing it angrily back in the cloak. "This makes me wonder how you've even managed to get into groups without being kicked out moments after, though I would suspect it's lots of acting."

"I could've majored in acting if I hadn't gone for neuroscience," Emmo boasted, "Oh, oh, this one time there was this girl that kinda looked like me that had just moved into a town. So, I got curious and lobotomized her before taking her place in the town. Since she was brand new there, I wasn't super suspicious or anything. It was kinda weird, but neat living and acting as a different person for awhile. Her name was ah... Lin.. Linda? Linda. I'm pretty sure it was Linda. When I got bored, I brought the lobotomite Linda out of the basement I kept her in and had her take my place while I watched from afar with some binoculars and a microphone set up in my- her house to see what would happen."

"And?"

"The people freaked out for a little bit, wondering why 'I' was just standing there, drooling. Pretty quickly though, they figured out it wasn't me and thought I had been kidnapped by raiders. So then they sent out this big search party to find me! When they left, it was easy to sneak back in the town, steal some of their goodies, and then leave! If you think heist plots in movies are convoluted.." She let out a giggle at the joke and the memory of waltzing into the town's vault.

"I assume they never found you?" the Doctor asked as they strolled along.

"I don't think so," Emmo pondered, "I took a lot of good stuff. My guess is when they got back, their town was probably ransacked not longer after since they pissed off the raiders and didn't have that stuff I stole to help them, nor did they have 'Linda the doctor' to heal them after their search party."

"So your antics let an entire town be killed?" he continued.

"Eh, they deserved it. The 'mayor' there was an ass. I forgot what he did, but I remember he pissed me off somehow," Emmo explained, as if a minor squabble she couldn't even remember justified the destruction of an entire town of people.

"...Definite god complex, even if denied," the Doctor noted as he wrote more into his then-produced notebook.

"Hmph, and I was nice enough to give your book back to you."

"I never said I would stop writing about your mental state," he replied.

"Doesn't mean you should say I have a god complex," Emmo insisted, "Thinking about it a bit more, I can see how letting a town get killed is kinda bad, but this was on a Rimworld. These places are like wild west shitholes. Towns have like, maybe 20 people? 30 if they're lucky."

"Does that really justify letting them die though?"

"On a Rimworld, yes it does. There are no big governments on Rimworlds. If you can't defend yourself from not just brute force attacks, but deception, then you die. They would've been destroyed no matter what if they could fall for my antics. I just... Sped things up a bit for them."

"Harsh... but, in any case, stating my thoughts aloud should be great commentary for future actions."

"I did some good on the Rimworld. Uhmm.... There was this one time with a bunch of cannibals. I had joined their ranks (Yes, I ate human meat. If I didn't, I would've gotten eaten) and found out they were gonna steal some kids from another town. Buuuuut, I lobotomized a few of them in their sleep and then tossed all the lobotomites in their leader's cabin. Everyone blamed him and then ate him! Then a bunch of them killed each other trying to decide who the new leader would be! Afterwards, I went to that town and told them I had singlehandedly defeated the cannibals threatening their town, presenting them with the head of the former leader. I was celebrated as a hero with a feast and money and people were chanting, 'Em-mo! Em-mo! Em-mo! Em-mo!'" She modestly waved her hands a bit, mimicking how some of those cheering her name must have looked.

"That is... better than simply leaving them for dead, at the very least. Anyways, how long have you been down here in the cave? We've been walking for a bit, and the subject of Rimworlds is rather depressing." the Doctor asked politely.

"See? Empathy's keeping you from enjoying a good story," Emmo huffed, "Anywho, I think I've been down here maybe... Three hours? Four?"

"I don't think empathy was what was keeping me, but oh well.... Four? I found the cow around three hours ago, so my work upon it could not be finished in time. It's always a shame to see your work incomplete and know you will never be able to finish." sighed the Doctor.

"Yeah.. That.. Does actually suck," Emmo lamented, thinking back to her own great project, "Just before I left the Glitterworld, I had this big thing I was working on. It was gonna change everything. I was working all by myself, using resources from my university to help me in some of the fields I wasn't yet an expert in. It was all about changing like, physical aspects of yourself at will, with your thoughts. But I guess someone found out about me kidnapping a few people and 'Oh nooo Emmo! You can't do that! That's unethical!'" Emmo did the mockiest mocking voice she could for the square in her story, "I would've used the clones, but... They're not sapient. They wouldn't have worked for something like this, and there weren't any volunteers. But nooooo! Who cares about what my work could've done for everyone! Let's worry about a few losers who barely even left their houses!"

Judging by her tone, the subject was a very sore spot for the neurosurgeon.

"...Right. The Foundation was very specific about my tests, and how they would allow me to 'continue my work', but would never allow me what I needed. They only gave me a single man, and dozens of cows, goats, horses, things that were opposed to curing the Plague. It was if they hindered my work on purpose," the Plague Doctor huffed from behind his mask.

"See? People's rules and 'ethics' and 'morals' are always getting in the way. What if you cured the plague if they hadn't limited your progress? Think of what I could've done if I wasn't driven off the Glitterworld!" Emmo exclaimed.

"While I agree, I had an... outburst which more than likely brought their restrictions, which in the light of my incident, I stand by. There must be some line we cannot cross. Otherwise, we are no longer human, but immoral monsters." the Doctor replied, "Though I agree with your sentiment."

"Bah, 'lines'. I say, if we're getting something done, we should be able to do it however we please," Emmo insisted, "Throwing in 'moral boundaries' just slows things down and makes everything difficult. That's the one good thing about the Rimworld, I guess. I didn't have access to Glitterworld technology, but it was pretty easy to experiment unhindered by ethical garbage."

"You may call it garbage, I call it insurance that the uninvolved innocents do not find themselves in the middle of a terrible situation."

"Hmm.... Shit happens," Emmo shrugged, "On an unrelated note, I've been meaning to ask, why do you wear that?"

"Wear what, exactly?"

"The mask," Emmo answered, gesturing to her own face, "And pretty much the whole getup."

"The mask and cloak are... part of me. I cannot take them off," he explained plainly, yanking at his bird mask to no avail.

"Sure you can. That's why they invented plastic surgery," Emmo snickered.

"Ha ha," The SCP feigned laughter, "Very funny, But as with the blood, I am unsure of its potency."

"Hmm.. So what are you? You're obviously not a human. Some kind of alien?"

"I am a doctor. Plain and simple," he stated.

"No, I mean, like.. I'm a doctor, but my species is human. What is your species? What are you biologically?"

"I believe myself to be of the same race." he replied, "I am human, yes."

"... No.... Unless.. You've gone through some crazy mutating," Emmo slowly shook her head, "Humans don't have beaks or 'potent' blood."

"...I am human, madam," he repeated, "I know my own species."

"I can prove you are not human once we get out of here. I'll take a bit of your blood and analyze it. If my initial findings don't convince you, I'll set up a four-hour long presentation on why you're wrong."

"And if I am correct? What will I win from your denial proven wrong?" The Doctor asked, bemused.

"Ooooh. Making this a wager, huh?" Emmo grinned, rubbing her hands together, "I dunno, what do you want from me, hm?"

"Hmm... I will need some time to think," he responded, "But several fond ideas already manifest. And if you win... what will your prize be?"

"Oh my, I wonder what those 'fond ideas' could be," Emmo teased, fanning herself in a mocking manner before taking a moment to think of what she could want, "List a few of them. Maybe I'll get some inspiration."

"You would be my colleague working upon the Cure for a day," he snickered.

"Is there an alternative suicide option?" Emmo asked.

"I... have one other option, I think we'd both agree it is the mutually agreed upon choice," the Doctor stated with a very happy tone.

"Oh? And what's the other option?"

"It's... nevermind. It's embarassing someone of my professionalism even thought of it." he sighed.

Emmo gasped with a big smile on her face. "Oh, now you have to tell me!"

The Doctor laughed and shook his head, "No, no, no, I am already an ant in your eyes, I don't want to be looked down upon further. It would impede research."

"Oh trust me, that's not possible. Now tell me!" Emmo insisted, almost like a curious child despite being supposedly 80-years-old.

"Well... I haven't felt the touch of a woman, let alone a human, for a long time, and... I think you understand why I'm hesitant to bring this option into being." the Doctor let out a nervous laugh.

Emmo smiled and squinted for a second, believing this to be a prank. Very quickly, however, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand, but her cheeks indicated she was at least smiling. "... I knew it! Oh, I so called back there with the book!" She exclaimed. It was hard to tell if the idea appealed to her or if she was just really happy about being right.

"Th-that was different! You stole my property, and I didn't want to kill you again to get it back!" the SCP explained hastily.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that experience was horrible for you wasn't it?" Emmo laughed.

"It... It wasn't... It could have been better," he huffed.

"Oh? Why's that? Rather have grabbed something other than your book?"

"I wish I could grab the book, if it were not for your maaasive breasts. I am not sure how they do not weigh you down!" he joked, "But.. I assume it could have been a change of pace."

"Perfect posture," Emmo winked, "It goes a long way."

"Yes, I can see that," the Doctor mumbled.

Emmo put a finger to her lip, smiling as she took a moment to think. She glanced to the left, then to the right, then back to the SCP. "... You know what? I still think you're crazy and all, but... I've been in this shithole for four hours. This cave sucks. It's been awhile since I've gotten some action..." She gave it one last mull-over before beginning to unbutton her shirt, "Screw it. Why not? I could use the relief."

SCP-049 took his own glance about, before stifling a gasp when he saw Emmo already undressing, "I suppose it could not hurt here..."

"When did you start being fun?" Emmo smirked, letting her shirt fall to the ground.

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