Twisted Metal: WAR
Disclaimer: I don't own TM.
Lil' Miss Grimm INTRO
I knew I shouldn't have been out that night. I knew I should've stayed inside. But I had to. Lucy, my cat, was out their and I had to find her.
I remember running down the streets. Hearing the screams, the screeching of tires, the explosions. I never used to think about hell, but now every time I do I think of that night. A city in ruins; a city burning in the flames of destruction.
As I ran through the streets outside my apartment, calling Lucy's name, the blasting seemed to halt. I began to hope the fighting was over, that all the madness had ended. I was wrong.
It was then that the skeleton-man dropped from the sky. He landed right across the street from me. He had a skull face and bone hands. He wore a black biker jacket and pants. His appearance shocked a driver and caused him to crash. The car blew up and the man was thrown out. He was all burnt and covered in blood, so I knew he was dead. It was more horrifying than anything I had seen before.
Then the bald man with the scar eye appeared. He walked up the skeleton-man as the skeleton-man waved a bladed stick over the dead man. Blue smoke came from the dead man and the skeleton-man sucked it in. The scar-eyed man began speaking to the skeleton man, but they were too far away for me to hear. As they talked, I heard meowing behind me.
I turned and saw Lucy behind me. I grabbed her and hugged her and tried to run home. Just then, I heard a loud voice…
"YOUR WISH IS GRANTED!"
Suddenly, there was a bright light. I dropped Lucy in shock. I was being taken up into the air by invisible hands. I felt horrible pain. I felt as though my skin was being ripped off and I could swear I heard a man screaming just above my own.
When the light died down and my vision adjusted, I found myself on my knees in the road. I didn't feel pain, or anything. My whole body felt totally numb. All I could feel was a deep emptiness in my stomach.
"You're mortal now, Mr. Grimm. The Torch has been passed."
I looked up. The bald man was there. He stood beside another man in a white shirt with black hair. He was looking at his own hands with an almost… shocked look on his face. It looked as though he was crying, but like happy crying.
"W…What's going on?" I asked, my voice hoarse from screaming. I don't think they heard me.
"I-I'm free!" The man in the shirt said. "Thank you Calypso! I'm FREE!"
The man began to run around and jump happily. He began screaming to the sky, declaring his freedom from the hunger, which I didn't understand. He didn't see that oncoming truck barreling down the road.
"Look out!" I tried to call out, but my hoarse voice didn't carry.
The truck screeched to a stop, but now before crushing the poor man under its wheels. I tried to cover my eyes, but when I did, I saw bony hands instead of my own. I shot up in shock.
I looked down and saw that I was wearing black biker clothes like the skeleton man had been wearing. I turned about in panicked confusion as to how I came to be wearing these clothes. As I did, I found myself seeing the skeleton man again.
I was terrified at first. Then I saw that he had flinched too. I was confused and cautiously approached. As I did, I reached out a hand, the same a he did. When they touched, I realized I was touching glass. The skeleton man was just a reflection. It was my reflection. I was the skeleton man!
Proportionately I was the same size as I was before, but my body was all bone. I screamed in terror as I realized what had happened.
My cat walked up to me and rubbed against me. I grabbed Lucy for comfort and held her against me as I wept tearlessly. As I did, she fell limp in my arms. To my horror I realized that she was dead.
"I'm terribly sorry about that my dear."
I turned and saw the bald man with the scar eye standing over me.
"I suppose I should've warned you that that would happen," he said. "You are the Reaper of Souls now, Lil' Miss Grimm. You are the harbinger of death. If you want to go back to the way things were, learn to drive this motorbike."
He motioned to a black motorcycle that seemed to appear next to him from nowhere. It looked rusty and had a weird sidecar mounted with missiles and guns.
"Once you do that," he continued, "enter my Twisted Metal competition. Until then, my dear Miss Grimm, I am Calypso, and I look forward to you playing Twisted Metal."
As I held Lucy's dead body, I watched as the bald man walked away. I began to realize that whatever had just happened, It must've been his fault. I realized that he was the one who made this happen and first the first time in my life, I was so angry in my heart that I wanted someone to die.
Five years later, I've grow accustomed to my role as the Grim Reaper, or Lil' Miss Grimm as some call me. I've hunted those destined for death with little remorse. Five years of isolating yourself from those you love can help you cope with those pesky things you mortals call emotions.
What I really want though is one soul in particular. That bald-headed bastard that made me like this. I've searched constantly for some trace of him, but no luck.
It seemed my only hope of finding that bastard was to enter his Twisted Metal Competition. I had mastered riding Mr. Grimm and felt ready to do what was need to get at Calypso.
Then, not too long ago, the clown appeared. I knew him all to well. Needle's Kane, Alias Sweet Tooth. He was a mass murderer of epic proportions. In other words, a walking grim reaper soup kitchen. He was also the most famous Twisted Metal Champion in history.
I asked him why he had sought me out. What could he possibly want of the reaper of souls?
"Well, my dear Miss Grim," he replied in that coy sort of way he did when he tried to scare people. (It just made me hungry.) "I don't really want anything in particular. I just wanted to know if you wanted in on some fun."
"What do you mean fun, Bozo?" I asked, my patience being tested by the flame-headed jester.
"Oh, nothing too special," He said playfully. "I'm just holding a little scavenger hunt with me and a few friends. Just some good-old fun that's all?"
My interest was piqued. The only people Sweet Tooth would ever call his friends even jokingly were his fellow Twisted Metal Drivers. What on Earth could they be planning.
"Exactly what would you be searching for Needles?" I inquired.
"Oh, that's the best part," He said joyously. "The crème de la crème of prizes, the most hidden thing in the whole world. None other than our old buddy Calypso!"
That hooked me. Any chance to find Calypso that didn't involve the needless overindulgence of Twisted Metal was far more preferable. (It's surpassingly hard to maintain one's ideal weight, even as a reaper.) "Where is he?" I asked.
"Who knows?" Needles replied. "But with all of us looking, someone's bound to come across him. And whoever finds him first gets the supreme joy of killing him. I bet you'd love to know what flavor his soul is. I know for a fact your predecessor always showed a keen interest in it."
I knew that too. I knew everything that the people who's souls I eat ever thought in their entire lives. And I agreed, the idea of Calypso's soul served on a platter of torment and seasoned with vengeance… God if I had Saliva I'd be fucking drooling. Whoever got him, the fact that he'd have to go to me in the end made it all worth it.
"So, cutie-pie," Said Sweet Tooth as he held out a hand. "You in?"
It didn't take long to reply. I pulled a protective glove over my long bony fingers and then took the presented hand in agreement.
Behind his fiendish mask, I knew Needles was smiling even wider than usual.
"Welcome to the War baby!"
Profile:
Lil' Miss Grimm
Name: Unknown at present
Age: 16
Height: 5'3
Vehicle: MR. GRIMM
AN: This is an OC I've long thought about. Obviously, her origins are ripped from Mr. Grimm's ending in Head On, though I've obviously made some changes. I always found it interesting that Calypso chose a young girl as Grimm's successor, and created this character to expound on this idea at its core. Lil' Miss Grim is 11 during the origin and 16 when approached by Sweet Tooth. I look forward to writing her tale the most. Keep sending suggestions people. Remember, these can be from any game and any version of a character that you like. Sky's the limit people.
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