CHOO CHOO!
CRASH!
"ARRRA!" a male voice shrieked.
"MY LEG!" another yelled.
screams of pain could be heard from many voices. in a forest, far from civilization. A train crashed into a few trees, uprooting at least five
"HAaaAAA NKKKKK!11!" a glitchy, unstable voice shouted, the origin was from a beat-up, battered man, he wore a simple light grey poncho, with cuts and scraps littering it, his shoes were dawned with grey combat boots, his hands were bloodied and disembodied, he had dawned a metal face mask, it had a hole in the center, reveling yellow plach stained teeth, and bodied gums. his hair was puffy and orange, it looked like two short horns, the had abruptly stopped at the top of the mans head, who wore a train conductors hat, his skin was green too.
"KNOCK IT OFF, CLOWN!" a Gruff metallic voice Replied Furiously. this man had a dark grey almost dark blue overcoat with a belt looping around it, it was unzipped. he had blueish grey combat boots on, under his coat he had many bandages wrapped from the bottom up, only leaving a Metal plate near the center, it had what looked like a face on it, with the eyebrows slanted, and a wide, toothless smile, it was grey in color. he had red glasses on, the left lens had a crack in it, he also wore a bandana like hat, ending with a tail the blew in the wind, his head was covered in bandages from the side and top. the most intimating thing was his lower jaw, being a metal brick, it opened and closed when he talked, reveling two small metal fangs on the front edges. he was grey in color, too.
"HEHHEHSHhAHHEH! ohhh HHH HANK! UR SO FunnI!11!, C'MN! LETZ PLY!111!" the clown charged at the Mercenary with blinding speeds, he was armed with a bent street sign, it had a '!' mark in the center, the metal mouthed mercenary blocked it with a pipe. The clown pulled back his weapon, to go for anther swing at the mercenary, when said Merc slamed the pipe over his head, "GAHH! DAFU WAS DAT FOUR?!" the clown yelled. "I'm not here to play games, clown." Hank replied, taking a stance. "BUT THE GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUAN! HAHAHAHhahA!" Hoffnarr shouted, maniacally laughing at the end, and went at improbable speeds to try and kill Hank, who responded in kind, just less fast.
back at the Trian.
Six Agents were laying in various positions. laying upside down on a crate, slumped by the fallen train, laying face first in mud
One agent began to stir
"ughhh... what..?" the Agent looked around, and saw his friends unconscious, he heard slams of metal on metal, flesh on flesh, and metal on flesh, probably Hoffnarr and Wimbleton. he turned and he froze.
"JEFF!"
The agent ran over to another agent, 'Jeff' was impaled through his heart with a piece of the train, the worst part?
he was breathing...
"Oh god, jeff..." The Agent looked at his friends body, tears leaking from his non-existent eyes.
"..G-Garveee..." Jeff spoke. Garve looked at Jeffs dyeing body, and sobbed more.
"JEFF!, Please... don't go... What about Martha?! JR! YOUR FAIMLY!"
Hank and Tricky stopped brawling to look at the two agents. Hank felt nothing for 'Jeff', he was just another agent..
tricky felt odd. he had often talked with Jeff as Hofnarr, as Jeff was an errand boy in his early days, not that he remembered, yet he felt an unwanted sadness..
Jeff held Garve's hand, and squeezed his oldest friends limb as hard as he could, before taking his last breath. "see, ou,... garveeeee.." Jeff took his last breath.
Garve cried, and felf a hand on his shoulder, he looked back at his fellow agent, Brendon.
"he's in a much better place, Garv'. he'll be missed." Brendon pat his shoulder..
Tricky looked at Jeff, distracted. before getting bonked on the head by Hank " GAH!1 U PECE OF SH1-"
Garve and Brendon looked at the two brawling maniacs. Brendon sighed, and pulled out a bud light, opening the can, he took a swig, before presenting it to Garve, "you want a sip?" Garve shook his head, tears running down his face.
Brendon shrugged, "suit your self.." and took another swig, before 'ahh'ing loudly.
"that's the goooood shit right there" Brendon drew out the 'O'.
".." Garve sat in silence, his black sunglasses reflecting Jeff's body. he Stood, and made his way to his other agents.
"anyone awake?" he called out, hearing a grunt, he turned to the left, he saw another male agent dragging an injured Female agent. the guy had a standard issue revolver in one hand. he looked around, then spotted Garve "OVER HERE!" he called back. Garve ran up to the two, leaving Brendon to do fuck shit.
"hey, you ok, uhh.." Garve didn't recognize this agent. "James" the now identified agent replied. "-James, whos that?" Garve gestured to the female agent, she had wavy hair, and a hourglass body. "no clue, she lost a fair bit of blood." James supplied. he put her down, then walked towards Garve. "by chance, do you know where the medic is?" he questioned.
"I'm here!" they turned to a grunt in a doctors uniform, he had a nametag that read, 'Hello, I'm Dr. Smith' "where is the patient?" Dr. Smith inquired.
"this one." Garve and James pointed at the still bleeding female agent.
"ah! thank you, ill get her in tip-top shape!" he went to go to the girl-
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!
-something shrieked, Hank and Tricky stopped fighting to look around. the it showed itself,
a Bug black bear, it had white and red patterns around its body, and a bone mask.
from the forest came more of creatures with similar body patterns
Brendon dropped his bud light and pulled out a bowie knife, Garve took out his Mossberg 500. and James pointed his revolver at the thing, Smith took the female to shelter. the were backing up until they collided with something. Hank but before he could attack them, Garve spoke, "look, Wimbleton, we can do this later, we have other things to do, we're all in danger, not just us agents, you and Hoffnaar are too" the clown was there in an instant at hearing its name "s0 We wrk togher?/" Garve nodded. "just this once." Hank grumbled, but he knew this was his only chance to survive.
The formed a circle, back to back, ready to Fight.
The things ran forward.
and they were ready for it.
CH 1 END.