Frederick gulped, frozen with the newfound sensation of fear. It was like being encased in a block of solid ice and knowing there was nothing you could do to stop your impending death. No! I'm not dying today! he told himself, and began to run. The giant beast stared at him, and then gave chase. Seeing no other option Frederic ducked through a huge hole in the wall into a room, where he found a large, broken container and a datapad. Frederic pressed enter, and a password screen popped up.
/USE OF THIS CONSOLE REQUIRES A PASSWORD
/ENTER IN SPACE BELOW
/_
Frederic sighed, but was then knocked to the ground when an Agent stumbled into him. Angry, he slammed the man into the wall, and began to interrogate him. "What is that thing?!" he asked.
"That-that's a MAG Agent." the man replied in a scared fashion.
"Yeah, and what's a MAG Agent?!"
"A g-g-enetically modified idividual who has been supersized, and is resistent to most forms of ammunition.. In his case, he had his face and teeth blown out, and we replaced them with metal teeth. Unfortunately, he was driven insae, and is now nothing more than a mindless beast intent on killig. We call him Nightmare. Now hide, before he fin-" At that moment, the creature burst into room, roaring it's head off. The Agent pulled Frederick into the space behind the container. The monster paused, and sniffed through the room. Mean while, the Agent was talking quickly and quitely. "Okay, now, if we ca just push this capsule down, we might be able to halt him long enough to initiate a lock down for this room.
Frederic nodded, and severed the power lines. The lines fizzed with electricity, and Nightmare moved toward them. With their combined strength, the two managed to push it down.
The attempt went better than expected, and it smashed not only down on the MAG Agent, but also through the floor, and on to the second level. Looking down, Frederic saw the power lines het met contact with a shattered, bloody water fountain, from which some unlucky soul had been drinking. Thus, Nightmare was being electrocuted, and Frederic could see the rest of his skeleton.
Two minutes later, the pair reached the armory. Frederic shuffled throuh everythingg, unil reaching a desired armor: GOL3M Scraps, made from the shells of GOL3M armor. Then, he chose a Blast Helm, Paintball mask, and gloves. "I'm ready," he said, but then paused, "Hang on. I found something." It was a gas mask. And a darn cool-looking one at that! He thought, so he took it and put it on, then snuck up behing his partner.
"Are you my mummy?" he said in his creepiest little kid voice. The Agent whipped around and punched him in the face. "DIE, GASMASK ZOMBIE!" he screamed, and leapt upon Frederic. Frederic, of, course, threw him off, laughing.
"You know, Agent, I never got your name? What was it?"
"My name's Jacobs. Winston Jacobs."
"Okay, Winston. My name is Frederic DeNero."
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to met you too."
The two shook hands.
