WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL HAVE BLOOD, GORE, PSYCHOLOGICAL SURVIVAL HORROR, HEAVY CURSING, AND LIKELY SEXUAL THEMES/BONING. I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE, THAT BELONGS TO LORD TOBY FOX. I DO NOT OWN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT, THAT BELONGS TO BEHAVIOUR DIGITAL INC.. I DON'T OWN THE AU'S THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS COME FROM, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. I NOW OWN THE IDEA FOR LYNCHTALE, WHICH USED TO BELONG TO PUNNYSIDEUP (AKA. SANSFULPUNS). I ALSO OWN MY SELF-INSERT OC ANOMALY LYNSIE AND A LOVE OF FAN PARODY. IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS ON EITHER BEING ONE WITH STRONG DETERMINATION OR AN ENDLESS WILL TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF STOMACHING WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. EITHER WAY, IF YOU LIKE THIS AND/OR MY OTHER CONTENT. SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE ETERNAL PUNISHMENT. HAVE FUN SINNERS. ^_^
David and Lynsie stay in the fog for a long while. Telling dumb jokes and ridiculous stories. Wanting to build a better connection, David goes into detail on how his life changed before he found himself in this nightmare. She had to admit to herself, when he opens up, he is more enthralling than any movie.
King scrunches his broken fist. Cheers and hollers from a drunk crowd echo through the alleyway. He stares at his fallen opponent. Bleeding face. Busted nose. Chipped teeth. He kicks him in the mouth to put the finishing touches on his handiwork. He never lost a fight. Not now, not ever. Always bet on King. He glances over the crowd. Spots Donnie. An old friend with a gambling problem. Not much of a problem if he continues to bet on me. King looks at his watch. He's late for a family meeting.
King's father gives his mother hell for talking back for something he didn't quite understand. It's always the same crap. King grinds his teeth. Blood and warmth rush up his face. Every scrap. Every single one he won, because he saw his father's face on his opponent. He wants to lash out. To say something. Anything. But to say something is to be cut off. But this time he's not thinking straight. Or maybe he is. His father raises a hand to strike his mother. It happens faster than the thought to perceive it. One moment he snatches his father's arm. The next he's beating him black and blue for years of accumulated shit. He walks away while his mother tries to help his father up. You're out! Never show your face here again! Ungrateful bastard! Get out!
He never really had friends. Not real ones, anyway. He had an entourage. A group of sods enjoying the high life with his credit card. Now he has no one. Not a single bloody friend to help him out. He had friends once upon a time in school. But that was long ago. He needs money. But money doesn't grow on trees and no one wants to challenge him. Not after what he did to his last opponent. He needs a job. His accounts are near empty and his old careless spending habits are hard to break.
He meets with Tommy. Tommy has no room for him in his apartment. Wishes he did, but he doesn't. Mick wants to help but his old lady won't let him. Same with Bill and Harry. His ex has moved on and she doesn't want to see his face. Something about being a shithead. He can't live in a hotel room forever, it drains the account. He remembers a face he recently spotted in a crowd at his last scrap. They were friends since they were toddlers. He was a genuine friend even if they went separate ways. King looks him up. Castledrive. He hails a taxi.
King hasn't felt real in a long time. He sits in Donnie's apartment drinking old ale, realizing how much he misses genuine heart-to-hearts. Donnie was his friend before he realized he came from money. The rich aren't really rich. He's not sure why he thinks this or what it means. It's just a random thought. The ale talking as it were. Donnie says he can stay until he figures things out. He's not sure when that will be. It doesn't matter. A sudden rap at the door startles him. Donnie stands. Opens the door to reveal a few men in black leather jackets. Muscle. King doesn't hear much. What he does hear he doesn't like. Donnie owes money and can expect a bundle of lead in the face if he doesn't pay. He laughs when he returns to the kitchen table. It's your fault, King. I don't know who to bet on anymore.
King lost his last three jobs and is going back to what he does best. A challenger steps into the circle in the dimly lit alley. Double his size. Massive. King doesn't care. A head's a head. He'll go down like the others. Crowd calls him the Ghetto Masher. The Ghetto Masher glares at him. The ref spits out rules he's heard a thousand times. King stares at him...and sees...not his father but his opponent.
A bell sounds. With a bestial snarl, the Ghetto Masher lunges. King evades a wild blow that would have ripped his head off. He feels strange. Unresponsive. Confused. Donnie screams at him. He glances at him as he receives a massive fist to the skull. Black swirls across his eyes. He doesn't remember the thud against his skull. He doesn't remember his legs buckling. He doesn't even remember collapsing in a pile of festering, garbage. He only remembers waking up on the couch in Donnie's apartment. He's lost his edge. His anger. His rage. His hate. Was that all he was? Donnie's asking if he's okay and he's not sure. Am I okay? Will I be better? I don't know. Was it just a fluke? A lucky shot? Happens to the best. I feel wrecked. I am wrecked. Donnie bet the last of his cash on him.
King's getting the hang of working behind a bar. Donnie sips a beer and tells him he needs to find another reason to fight. King tells Donnie he needs to get home before the beer he's drinking turns to piss. Before he gets in trouble. Too late. King spots two men. They approach Donnie. Grab him. Usher him into the basement. Not a good sign. King rushes to help but his manager yells at him to stay behind the bar. Screw it.
He leaps over the bar and rushes to the basement where he finds Donnie being beaten by Ghetto Masher with Uncle Brass watching in his chair. King doesn't hesitate. He tackles him. They exchange deadly blows. Ghetto Masher can hardly keep up. Uncle Brass sends others after King. Doesn't matter. King's a whirlwind of destruction. He cracks Ghetto's knees and thrusts his thumbs into his eye sockets. An eyeball pops out still attached to a series of nerves. Cries of terror. Ghetto Masher cups his eyeball screaming for medical help. Staggers and slams against the wall as more ruffians attack. Stop! Uncle Brass stands and approaches. It's well within my power to rip your fuckin' head off for what you did to my boys. King staggers to his feet. Not a bloody joke, am I? His debt is paid if you work for me. He straightens up and brushes his jacket. Smiles. Always bet on King.
Such a tale would normally be taken with a heaping amount of salt. But he knew she believed him. No one makes that kind of crap up. Plus the scars on his knuckles that he was surprised she noticed were very telling. He found it cute that she'd absentmindedly traced her fingers across the old wounds. Yet it also proved just how comfortable she was with him to drop all guard and trust him without a word. Oh, how it tempted him. To stop being the support she needed after the unknown hell that happened with the Monsters and try again to make his move. Never did he think he'd be in a situation where he'd be mentally fighting his sex drive. It didn't help that she would press closer to him in an attempt to get cozy.
On her end, this was a much-needed peace. He made her feel safe. As if there were no Monsters. No Entity. No reason to be fearful of herself. No pricks to look at her like she's a freak. It's just her and him. The toughest softy she ever met and he didn't put up some fake act when around her. She loved that. Loved it when someone was themselves and didn't give a shit to fit some 'normal' mold that was expected. As dumb as it was, the lyrics to Avril Lavigne's Complicated were more than just words in a song to her. And David King was the guy she could tell that she'd never find faking. Such peace of mind had her wanting to stay like this forever. Yeah. To stay with him and forget everything else would be a dream come true.
Eventually, the calm placated the storm of her frayed nerves and she manages to convince him into returning to the campfire. Whispers spread from those that think naughty thoughts. While others knew better and ignored stupid rumors. More important matters were needed to be focused on. Hard and troubling times are coming. Resources will be needed. Trials need to be won. The flowers are coming.
[SOMEWHERE IN THE ENTITY...THE ARCHIVES OF THE OBSERVER]
(Arcus 337)
At first glance, the endless bloodshed seems to be an act to satisfy some destructive instinct within The Entity. This seems to me a reductionist distortion of something more sophisticated, something more intricate, something even sacred. Beyond the horror, the shedding of blood and the very real appearance of death puts us in touch with life and can be an intoxicating and highly addictive experience on the deepest and most archaic levels. When our blood, or our life-force is offered to The Entity, it can be seen as a gift that is soon returned to us so that the horror may continue again and again. The world constantly churns with life and death, and death and life — the circulation of blood through an Old One from heart to body to kidney back to the heart again to be purified and begin anew.
(Arcus 984)
More luminous energy sent to me by an unknown ally. With this energy, I was able to open a small window that allowed me to look into a lost realm where I saw to my great surprise a city with survivors living as though nothing was out of the ordinary. The window eventually closed, and I spent the entire evening imagining how such a thing could be possible or if it was merely an illusion. The same night another surge of energy permitted me to open a doorway into a realm I didn't much recognize or dare explore. I stared at the scintillating doorway until it faded out of existence. It's as though the one manifesting these sacred glyphs is trying to help me delve deeper into the mysteries of this dimension or, perhaps, he is suggesting that the answers to my salvation are hidden amongst the countless realms discarded by this Old One since time immemorial.
(Arcus 985)
Instead of reading aloud in my usual way, I clambered to the roof of my tower and conjured a fire and a radio to listen to some ghost stories from a half-remembered radio serial from Terra Dark. Without a doubt, listening to these stories has proven to be the best way to pass the time, especially when you've got endless voices clattering in your head, bringing you down with their endless agonies and anxieties. Later I used the Auris to manifest The Storyteller to read his stories like he had done for his weekly podcast. He was composed of ever-moving, black fog, and I suspect that one day I'll actually be able to recreate a more realistic person to listen to or perhaps even engage with in something that resembles a conversation.
Listening to The Storyteller and hearing familiar expressions, I am wondering: how do I keep myself out of my own creations? The memories I attempt to record as fast as I experience them prove one thing to me. They show me objectivity is impossible, or elusive at best, and I'm never quite sure if my logs are a true and accurate depiction of the subject's memory or a whiskey-laden interpretation of a nightmare. To add to my frustrations, I have recently noticed other voices have made their way into my notes. Other interpretations. Other thought patterns from people whose memories I've likely spent too much time reliving. They are becoming a part of me and that wasn't supposed to happen.
(Arcus 986)
The Storyteller kept me entertained throughout the night with his gory tales of Nosferatu, so that I almost forgot my own personal living nightmare. His stories entertain and make for a perfect distraction when smashing golf balls into the abyss just won't suffice. There have been countless tales of vampires, and to be certain I've read most of them, but to my mind...his are the most chilling. More than once now I've woken in a cold sweat with the sense that my tower has been overrun by these horrible creatures with fangs for teeth.
(Arcus 987)
Another incident woke me in the middle of the night. An incredible surge of energy coming to me from an undetermined source. At first, I thought my mind had given way to illusions and wild imaginings until I realized the energy surging through my tower was widening yet another doorway into a lost realm composed of memories from an unremembered civilization lost to time. I approached and stared into the remnants of a war-torn, abandoned city with the eerie cry of a baby echoing in the distance. Just as I made to enter the lost realm the scintillating doorway shrunk and sizzled out of existence. I soon realized it may very well be possible to explore this Old One from my tower with the help of this unique energy and the Auris.
(Arcus 1007)
A new doorway has opened. For how long? I'm not sure nor have I ever been right even with my best guesses. Through the door of my study and into a lost and forgotten realm. Moss-grown, stone homes with doorways barricaded with wagons, planks of wood, and decaying corpses tangled in barbed wire. I walk by the homes gazing at the residual memories of soldiers killing villagers with swords for no other reason than the thrill of it. I can't make out which era or Terra world this realm is from. I search the realm for hints of how one may open an actual doorway back home. Somewhere in these memories and forgotten realms is the answer to my salvation. But...which ones...which ones indeed...
(Arcus 1275)
I have often wondered if those trapped here have ever paused to reflect upon the inexplicable significance of this world that defies not only time and space but death. A world made of memories that is neither consistent nor constant. Something akin to a collective dream made of the collective memories and beliefs of its inhabitants. Sometimes I wonder if not all worlds were like this in some respect and that reality is what we in fact dream it to be or believe it to be.
(Arcus 2217)
I have uncovered to my amazement and bewilderment memories of Claudette that are unlike any of those I've previously experienced. One might even say they should not belong to her...and yet...they are hers. I surmise these memories may belong to another Claudette from another Terra world, suggesting that this Old One may have clear preferences at the cosmic buffet for certain souls. It will take more samples of these memories to know if they are in fact from another Claudette or if, and it is possible, I am having troubles deciphering between her actual memories and her creative musings.
(Arcus 5736)
I have seen into the heart of this Old One and have seen things no mortal eyes should see...things that simultaneously perplex my mind and burden my conscience. With mysterious help I have ripped open reality, searched deep within countless rifts, and seen everything tumble helplessly towards chaos and entropy...towards death and madness...and for the briefest moment I had the ridiculous thought that the mysterious ally helping me could very well be The Entity playing its game with me, toying with me as a cat does with a mouse before the claw rips the tiny jugular out. Staring out into the endless abyss of black fog I thought that this prison could very well be another form of trial disguised and designed to feast on all the psychic energies derived from alienation, boredom, and all those bouts of unremembered insanity. I can't help but feel millions of invisible hooks in my heart and millions of unseen eyes all around me...watching me...waiting for me to tumble toward chaos and madness like everything else...waiting for my mind to turn against itself. This bastard of an Old One wants me to kill myself. I am sure of it. Or maybe...Maybe I already have, and maybe I will again...and again...and again.
(Arcus 5738)
An odd impulse caused me to climb to the roof and light a single candle in the pitch blackness of it all. When the candle extinguished, I thrust myself off the roof and plunged to my certain death but somehow ended up back in my bed as though I was waking up from a nightmare. I don't know what I was thinking but what this has shown me is...death is not an escape.
(Arcus 5798)
Incidents don't make sense anymore. Nothing does. Everything is a chaotic blur of unreal apparitions and jumbled memories. I can barely recognize my own thoughts or distinguish my memories from those I've been studying. Last night I relived the most horrific murders in my collection with a strange kind of...pleasure...When I had had enough, I looked in the mirror and did not see myself but dozens of faces morphing in and out of each other. Every possible face except my own. I thrust my fist into the mirror and my hand split and blood was everywhere. What cruel fate has befallen me that I should lose myself in the darkness while trying to escape its deadly grasp? The Auris will either be my salvation or my downfall.
(Arcus 7525)
It's hard to say what came over me and I can hardly recollect the last few hours perhaps even days. I awoke with several empty whiskey bottles and dead bodies sprawled across the roof. Not too far from the scene was my gory nine iron and a phonograph playing a solemn, French song about life in a city I will never truly know. I turned the bodies over one by one and they vaguely resembled those who had forsaken me to this infernal prison. I must have conjured them and destroyed them in the same evening. But...with a nine iron? I imagined far worse fates for them. I even have a journal devoted to dark and creative ideas on how I might actually one day make them pay for their corruption and impertinence.
(Arcus 8545)
I was woken mid-slumber by a delirium of shrieks and destruction so that I rushed to the closest window to see only the endless Black Fog swirling outside. Things in the Fog were coming to life and dying simultaneously as though The Entity were sick or in some kind of shock. Creatures roared and fought and tore each other apart somewhere in the raging abyss and it was both entertaining and unsettling. I grabbed a nine iron and held it at the ready, waiting for some apparition to attack me. But within moments it was all over, and I couldn't sleep, and so I took the edge off with a little whiskey and golf on the roof, the whole while cursing this blasted Old One and hoping what I had just experienced was nothing more than cosmic indigestion.
(Arcus 8557)
I tremble as I scribble this down. Squid-like creatures difficult to describe attempt to penetrate my tower, trying to destroy my study and tools to explore and manifest. I held them off for as long as I could, then, taking the Auris and other valuables, I rushed through a doorway and hid in a lost realm. When I returned, the tower was upside-down, my study completely ransacked, the creatures lay dead on the floor with black, putrid blood leaking out of them, and the smell of decaying fish was everywhere. What are these creatures and who is sending them if not this brutish monster of an Old One? I spent hours cursing and throwing these fetid carcasses out of my window and back into the abyss.
(Arcus 8789)
There are dead bodies in my study and I have no recollection of the last few days. The bodies have been flayed from head to toe and the faces have been beaten to an unrecognizable pulp. I dragged them to the window and thrust them out into the abyss wondering who they were and why they were in my tower. Did I manifest them? Did I create them for company? Or did they come from somewhere else? Had I been the one who butchered them? Had I lost myself so deeply in a memory that I became someone else for a short time? Perhaps they are not my creations but apparitions from the Fog sent by The Entity like the creatures I hear lurking about in the Fog now and then.
(Arcus ?)
I...I have tried to distract myself from the negative thoughts that have been plaguing me as of late. Delving into the memories of the Survivors for more wholesome or at the very least comical moments. The rumbles of King, the failings of Dwight, the never say die spirit of Bill, the laughable oddities of Ash...It helped...For a time. My curiously brought me to look into the new girl. This mysterious Lynsie King has become taken with. Surely she might have something in her past that would be worth a chuckle or two. And there were a few I managed to find. The time she ran to listen to a song she liked and fell on her side after sliding in a sudden skid. The time she was jumping from large rock to rock with her younger cousin and slipped, ripping her skirt-shorts off and she had to hold it on till she was back home. The countless amount of comedy specials she'd watch on television. I wish I had more control as I should've stopped there. A blurred memory cleared up and I fell down a dark pit of sadness.
It's dark, the trailer called home is silent in slumber. A teenage Lynsie stands in the bathroom and stares into the mirror, tears streams down her cheeks as dark whispers fill her ears. Her gaze turns to the medicine cabinet. Shaky hands open it and reach for a bottle...Iodine. She scans the label before bad ideas play in her mind. She considers drinking it. But the smell has her question the taste. She heads to the kitchen, perhaps burying the taste in something else will work. She experiments with ravioli. It turns black in the iodine. Her mind fights itself, listen to the death call of depression, or listen to the instinct to stay alive. After a long twenty minutes of standing in the glow of a small nightlight, the tainted meal is trashed and the healing poison returned to its cabinet. She adjourns to her bed where sleep fails to come. No one in the home will ever know of this moment...or of the others.
[UNKNOWN TIME PASSES]
A few harsh trials have happened since that incident with Chops and the Doctor. I've had the good fortune of encountering the Hag. Hag wasn't so bad. That trial went so well I felt bad that the others were bashing pallets on her and taking advantage of her simpleness to play mind games that had her so confused that I managed to pop three of the generators on my own. It was so very strange and not at all what I've been used to so far.
Other than that, the others are taking trials more seriously and focusing on getting currency to barter with the Entity. Why this is I know not. Some look as though they want supplies or offerings. Others maybe want objects or cosmetics. David tells me something called The Hallowed Blight is coming but not to worry about it. Monsters get more aggressive and ugly, so no big deal. He has my back if shit gets rough. Tells me to get something nice with my earnings to feel better. While as nice as that is, it brings up questions I both want to ask and yet don't. I trust David. He's not going to steer me wrong. But he's also a tough guy that will downplay threats because HE can kick ass and not give a fuck about getting names. I'm not strong like him. So when he says no big deal, I'm inclined to be more on guard.
The call of the crows is heard. The trees sway. The air grows cold and a wave of fog rolling in makes four of us stand. A new trial is commencing. The black smoke consumes the soon-to-be victims and takes them away. The taken...Laurie, Ace, Quentin, and me.
[INTO THE FOG AND OUT ELSEWHERE]
The darkness fades and I find myself on a rug...in a house. My brain temporarily forgets this is made by the Entity, as memories try to crawl awake and build up hope that I've been freed by mistake. But this is not my home. Never will be. This is Lampkin Lane of Haddonfield and the one that calls it home is the monster called the Shape.
Haddonfield is a calm little town in the state of Illinois, without much going on. Or at least it was. If you were to ask anyone in the town, at the school or in a bar, if there's something off with Haddonfield, they'd decline. To accept that this was the birthplace of one of the purest forms of evil is hard. People living here have always felt safe and protected. There were no boogeymen or other shady characters in the night. No lurking, no skulking. People slept perfectly fine for decades knowing this for a fact. So when Halloween came about, the town's folks were reluctant to accept that Haddonfield is now forever known as an evil place. Gossip and made-up stories flooded the town.
Nobody really knows what happened, or if it's safe nowadays. Some moved away. Others visited as morbid tourists. During the day, a common visitor wouldn't suspect a thing. But as the sun sets and night comes, an eerie quietness devours the town. People are afraid. And as you visit Haddonfield, you too will get afraid. Not only because it sits upon a dark history, but also because something is off. This isn't a real place, but instead a warped version of a reality that is no more. An Entity version if you'd like. A simple street with houses that witnessed the horrors that took place. A jungle gym where children once learned to climb. Sidewalks where fathers taught their daughters to ride a bike. All gone. Instead, it sits in the palm of the Entity, forever held in darkness.
Outside doesn't seem to be a smart bet for safety. Even if the starry night sky is tempting to observe. Inside is probably even worse due to small spaces constricting movement. Yet I take my time heading up to the second floor of this house, greeted by tacky wallpaper and random spooky abstract pictures. Windows and doors don't seem to be a thing on certain things. The house next-door is completely boarded up. The rooms upstairs are mostly empty. There's a locker, dirty mattress, a pallet that splits a double room, a dull totem that I break with ease, and a single generator in a very small closet type space. Not sure how much time I'll have before being found by this trial's monster, I get to work on repairing the gen. It's a slow process since I'm alone, but it can't be helped, there's only space for one to work on it. The confines of the room make the sounds of progress extra loud and the lights of the once dead home flicker with reviving life, a tell that someone is inside. Does this bother me? Yeah. But I've been getting numb to this. I keep my senses open for a single sound. Once that heartbeat plays in my ears I will go full crazy in an effort to avoid this super easy kill spot. Wiring this one seems to be more annoying than I first figured. A lot of repeating wires needing to be set right in dim flicking light.
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
"Come on...I don't have time for this bull..."
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
"The fuck is going on out there?"
What killer can be hitting them so quickly? This is not going to be a good trial.
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
[Breaking Point: Triggered. Resentment Tier I activated.]
Wait...That one sounded close. I pause working as the sound of fleeing footsteps clatter on the wooden floor...then up the stairs. I back into the generator as the shadows cross the walls moments apart from one another. A small one and a massive one. There's this crunching sound followed by a low scream...and a thud outside. Did...Did they get downed in a window and plummet to the ground. Brutal.
Heavy steps creep back my way and I feel my hair stand on end. This aura is dark. So strong I can feel it through the walls yet there's no heartbeat. The killer stops near the doorway, their shadow leaking into the room as something I vaguely recognize.
"...Big guy?"
Shape leans his head into the room before the rest of his form joins, blocking the exit effectively and showing the fresh blood dripping off his blade.
"H-Hey there..."
I'm not sure what the reason might be, but I'm suddenly more nervous than I'd normally be. He looks at the generator and then me. I feel my spine tingles move throughout my system. He takes a step, my body reacts and I drop to the floor.
"Mercy!"
He pauses.
"Please...You don't have to do this. I can't do much, but I am useful. Just...don't hurt me."
He mulls his thoughts over before continuing forward. I brace for a painful stabbing...only to hear a harsh thud. I glance over my shoulder as the second thud is made, he gave the generator two harsh kicks that had fire spurting from his boots with each hit. The engine sparks and smokes, progress has been regressed with damage. He turns away from the gen and I'm not entirely sure if he'll ignore me or not. Self-preservation mode is in effect.
"The guy you followed up here...Young looking, right?"
He takes a moment before nodding.
"That's Quentin. I think he brought a toolbox. There's another, older man, that's Ace. I think he has a key. I'm uncertain of the rarity. And the last one is carrying a flashlight, Laurie."
That name has his flame burn brighter. He grabs me from the floor and holds me to the wall, his blade to my throat.
"... ... ..."
For a man so soft-spoken he can be very harsh.
"Calm down, please. Does she mean something to you?"
"..."
"Oh! You have Obsession Rights on her."
He nods and I put my hands up.
"Then by all means...Go for it. I won't stand in your way."
He tilts his head so I continue to try to seem on his side.
"What? I haven't been having the best times with other humans. Why would I get in your way? How does that help me? You and them know what you're doing out here. I'm still figuring things out."
He eyes me before removing his weapon from my tender nape. Good. He's reasonable. Wish they were all half this easy.
*SHHHHHHUNK*
It's funny. I registered the knife hitting the wall before realizing it went through my gut to do so. Not a sound is made, thanks to my Skulker's Instinct perk. Shape stares at me, taking in the lack of screams even though my wide eyes are filling with tears. A harsh yank dislodges the blade. My legs resist the urge to buckle when he lets me go. Seemingly satisfied that he did something, he goes to leave and I aim to heal this bloody hole I now have.
"..."
He gets my attention.
"... ..."
"No do gens?"
He nods.
"Okay...*wince* Can I still do bones and loot chests?"
He shrugs.
*CLANK*
With that first generator being popped he leaves the room and I heal myself. If only that gen popped before the stab, then my tier one would've reversed. Once healed, I head down the stairs and decide to creep on all fours. I don't want to be spotted by the others right now. Now knowing the monster is Shape, it makes more sense why I couldn't hear the heartbeat. Shape's power makes him undetectable until he's built up enough murder-lust from stalking victims. I pray I won't come to know what happens when he's at max power. Then again, I know not what he plans to do with me once he is done with the others.
I leave the home and feel so out of place in this strange suburb street. There are mailboxes, childish fences, trash waiting for pickup, vehicles, a playground, and a road that on one end ends at an exit gate. Everything looks so normal. Like at any second, I'll see this neighborhood come alive with people going about their lives. But seeing the border past the houses breaks such ideas apart. This place is dead. A lie. A moment in time captured with all life removed from it. Well...all life removed but us.
I find a bone totem hidden behind some trash bins and tend to breaking it. Why I have to pick it apart and can't just kick the damn thing is beyond me. The totem dismantles with a loud crack, allowing me to move on down the sidewalk and ignore all other stuff going on.
*HIGH-PITCH SHIRK*
Sounds like Shape found Laurie. I wonder where everybody is and what they're doing? How are they all able to hide in this place? Is Shape on the others so much they can't work on generators very well or does he have a perk that's keeping their progression low? My thoughts are broken by this open sitting space. Trees and unkempt grass, a circle of benches lit up by three separate lamp posts. That's not what catches my eye. Behind the benches, even the lonely bench away from the others, are these large almost boulder-like rocks that are bigger than me. Fun memories come flooding back of playing on similar stones when visiting my Abuela. The urge to relive that feeling pulls me. I choose a rock pressed on a tree. A good sprint and jump are all I need. I dash towards to rock...but my legs refuse to leap as I want them to. Finding this odd, I grip the rock to pull up for better footing...and again my legs don't move.
"The hell...?"
[Having some trouble, little worm?]
God dang it.
"What did you do to me this time?"
[Not a single thing.]
"My legs won't move. I don't call that nothing."
[Your legs are fine. You are simply on par with the other worms now. Worms stay on the ground where they belong.]
I recall something the Doctor said while I was in his so-called "care".
"❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎✌︎💣︎ ︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✞︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎👌︎✋︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎✋︎💣︎👌︎📬︎" (THIS WAS AROUND THE SAME TIME THE ENTITY REMOVED THE HUMAN'S ABILITY TO CLIMB.)
The pieces fall into place.
"But I was able to climb before. My first trial..."
Its voice mockingly chuckles in my head.
[Just how special do you think you are? The Entity allows all prey to be free their first time. It lets the Entity know what they are capable of.]
That makes sense. No better way to measure the worth of what you have than by letting it be free...For a moment at least.
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
Sounds like Ace.
[Will you be letting Shape have all the fun? The Entity enjoyed watching your hunt of the other worms last time.]
I won't let it goad me into snapping. I just need to remain calm.
*LOW-PITCH SCREAM*
...REMAIN CALM!
I need to distract myself. If I let the failings of the others get to me I'll end up hitting tier two, and once in tier two, it is much easier to go tier three. Maybe I can hide in a locker and bash my head in till I blackout.
[If it was that easy, little worm, the lot of you would die much sooner. You are welcomed.]
"Stay out of my head, you fucking...!"
Sharp pain claws me from within. I'm brought to the ground and curling in on myself like a wadded up ball of tissue that's silently screaming.
[Do not forget your place, worm! The Entity controls all. If the Entity wills it, you will suffer horrors the likes of which would rend your mind to shreds. Your soul and very essence would cease to be. Do you comprehend this or shall the Entity prove it further?]
I fear further damage to my tainted soul. I yield. Meekly kissing the ground as penance.
[Yes. Embrace the dirt, lowly worm. The weak are bound to it. Only the strong...The beasts...Only they can rise above and know power. So, Lynsie...What are you? A worm? Or a beast?]
I can feel my soul tighten as if the tips of dozens of nails threaten to penetrate the fragile thing with each passing second. My mouth begins frothing with the start of foam from how much I'm straining and hyperventilating to just meekly resist this.
[Struggle all you wish, little worm, for it is in vain. You can either become a beast and hunt for the Entity, or you can allow your soul to become nothing and to nothing you will become. No matter your choice, the Entity will have what the Entity wants. The only difference being the amount of pain you wish to give or receive.]
It hurts. Everything hurts. Why? Why does this have to be the way of things?
"Lynsie? Is that you?"
From behind some of the bushes, Quentin crouch walks by to see my feeble form. I want to speak but can't.
"Are you hurt? What's wrong?"
Garbled gibberish is the best I can answer him with. His concern grows and my bloody shirt doesn't help.
"Are you changing? Please tell me you're not."
I shakily etch in the dirt "NO". This makes him feel better but the Entity hates it and proceeds to tighten its grip on my soul. The pain blinds me temporarily.
"Let me see if I can heal you. Maybe it'll help."
Quentin is kind. Optimistic like most teens. Even when it's very painfully clear that the odds aren't realistic. He puts his hands on me and attempts to heal. But since I'm not physically wounded...
"It's...It's not working. Why isn't it working?"
With my sight locked past Quentin, him trying his best to heal that which is beyond his understanding, I gaze into nothingness and see shadows come alive. Images of multi-segmented claws twitch and twist in unnatural motions that unnerve me to my core. Suddenly...I see a light. A faint glimmer that disrupts these chaotic tendrils of doom and restores a tiny bit of hope. Perhaps it's Laurie with her flashlight or Ace with his shiny key. Wait, was Ace downed or hung? I can't recall. The light gets clearer as it draws near. It's not from a flashlight. It's Shape. His glowing silhouette and glistening blade become easy to see as he draws near. He aims for an easy strike. I'm down and Quentin is distracted. Two birds to be killed with a sharp stone.
I...I have to warn Quentin. He needs to run while he still has the chance.
[Are you sure about that?]
I attempt to speak, to do something good, and increase Quentin's ability to live. But all that comes out is guttural hissing. Quentin is understandably confused and most likely thinks I'm responding to healing efforts. Shape gets closer, readying his weapon for a harsh backstab.
[Choose now, Lynsie. Be a worm...Or a beast.]
Panic floods my system. Even though I know death is meaningless here and I'll basically re-spawn, the amount of buildup plus the pain to my soul has logic being thrown out into the void. My body responds without thought.
[Breaking Point: Triggered. Resentment Tier II activated.]
"Wa-wait, what are you doing?"
I quickly grab at one of his ankles and gab my thumbnails as hard as I can into the thin debilitating tendon that was the end for the great Achilles. Quentin howls in pain and thrashes away from my sudden assault.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
A low rumble reverberates from my throat and I crawl away like a nervous cat.
"I am not a worm."
My words go over his head, his attention goes to healing himself and I watch as the embodiment of hellfire stalks right up behind him.
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
The knife is plunged so deep into Quentin's back that Shape has to pull it out while pressing on Quentin with his foot. The look on his face as he locks eyes with me is one of hurt betrayal. Like, you can literally see him think "Why?" and hear the song "How Could This Happen To Me" by Simple Plan play. He doesn't get to crawl away. Shape scoops him up and glances at me. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Thankfully, he merely nods and walks away to find a hook. The stranglehold on my soul easing to stable comfort.
[Not bad, little beast. You get points for creativity.]
The Entity is pleased, causing me to shudder and wander off. I lashed out in forced desperation. Makes me feel sick.
*LOW-PITCH SCREAM*
Quentin's been hooked. This whole trial is bullshit. How is it fair that the Entity can just interfere like that?
[If you think this is unfair, wait till you encounter some of the other perks the Entity granted to the monsters. Take the Clown for instance. His "Bamboozle" perk allows his vault speed to be faster as well as calls upon The Entity to block that Vault location for several seconds. Only one Vault location may be blocked this way at any given time. But even this is enough to ruin even the most skilled of the worms.]
Are you fucking serious?
[Plague and Ghost Face have perks that affect generators. "Corrupt Intervention" answers her prayers to invoke a dark power that meddles with the Survivors' chances of survival. 3 Generators located farthest from her are blocked by The Entity for about 120 seconds at the start of the Trial. Survivors cannot repair the Generators for the duration Corrupt Intervention is active. And "Thrilling Tremors" pulls from his dark designs and shrewd composure to rouse The Entity. After picking up a Survivor, all Generators not being repaired by Survivors are blocked by The Entity and cannot be repaired for the next 16 seconds.]
Are you shitting me right now?!
[Nightmare has a perk called "Blood Warden". As soon as the Exit Gate is opened, Blood Warden is activated. The Auras of any Survivors located within Exit Gate areas are revealed to him. Once per Trial, hooking a Survivor while Blood Warden is active calls upon The Entity to block both Exits for all Survivors for up to 60 seconds.]
...Words can not fathom the levels of absolute hate I am feeling right now.
[Good. Use it. That girl, Laurie, has yet to be hooked. It would be wise to do so. At this rate, you will not earn much by the end of this trial.]
Leave me alone! I don't care about bloodpoints. Besides, that's Shape's target. I can't kill her.
[Do you really think she will allow herself to die to you? Who are you to believe the worms would actually fear death from you? Worms only fear beasts.]
I am not a worm!
[So you say. Yet you act as though you are a worm. You have fear in your soul. A beast has no such weakness.]
I know what you're doing! I won't fall for this!
[And what pray tell is the Entity doing?]
You want me to crack. To give in a be just another cog in your feeding machine.
[You are that regardless of being a worm or beast. The Entity does not care which you are.]
Then remove the scaring on my soul!
[No. You will not lose your punishment so easily.]
You're so full of shit it isn't even funny.
[All beasts have blight on their souls. You are no different. The only difference is the amount. Once you embrace what the Entity has given the scars shall minimalize. Till then, they will only grow and fester the more you resist.]
I growl to myself while stumbling upon another bone totem and begin working on it. I'll say it again, this entire trial is bullshit.
*CLANK*
Case in point, the second generator is finally activated. And not that far away either. I don't think Laurie has been downed this entire time, she's pulling her weight and more. Good for her. At this rate, she'll most likely make it out alive.
[Do you think that's fair? That Laurie will live but you will not?]
I continue to work on the totem and ignore the whispering, I don't need it listening to any more of my thoughts.
[Have you not been through enough? Everything that has tried to break you, you overcame in spite. You have had very few moments of peace. Even now, everyone and thing seeks to tear you apart for some reason or another. Do you not find it wrong for them to not aid you as they do the others? That the worms and even beasts think they can use you as they please.]
I'm finding it hard to focus when it is using truth.
[Should you let them get away with that? Letting their actions go without consequence? Where is that relentless drive to live? That spirit to prove others wrong? Where is the woman that made her inner demons submit? You do not need to put up with mistreatment. You are so much stronger than they realize. Show them their hubris. Make them regret their misdeeds. Let them know of the mistakes they made by hurting you. Give them a taste of true fear. Grant them this gift...The gift of true suffering.]
I have stopped my task at this point. It has made a very convincing plea. I am so tired of being looked down on. Being used. Being shunned. I just want to be shown respect or they very least be left alone. Why should the others treat me with such disregard? What did I do to them to call for such treatment? And the monsters...Even they have scum among them. They can't get away with this.
No! I can't give in to these thoughts. I'm better than this. Than them. I won't stoop to their level. I don't...
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
I don't need to...
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
I DON'T FUCKING NEED TO...
*LOW-PITCH SCREAM*
[Breaking Point: Triggered. Resentment Tier III activated.]
I NEED TO FUCKING END THEM!
[Special Ability: Anomaly State...Activated.]
...
Shape watches the young boy struggle against the Entity on the hook. A pointless waste of energy. No one would try to rescue him as long as he was there. At least, no one in their right mind would.
*HARSH ROAR*
This new sound pulls the monster of flame's attention.
[Grillby...]
"..."
[The little beast is free. Do not interfere with her rage. The Entity wants her to accept her place. Do you understand?]
"...Yes, Master."
A sudden flash blinds Shape, forcing him to recoil back with an irritated steamy hiss.
"Quickly, we need to regroup with Ace. Lynsie's snapped."
The sound of the hook being messed with is heard.
"Right."
By the time Shape's vision returns, he witnesses Laurie and the one called Quentin, now unhooked, flee into the street. The Entity told him not to bother with the odd one, but it didn't say stop attacking. It's time to stop playing on easy. While still able to see them, Shape stares hard at the humans, building up his intensity for the kill. The darkness inside feeds his determination to take the life of his prey.
[Evil Within II: Triggered. The Red Stain is now visible. Aura-reading Abilities now work. Terror Radius is active at a range of 16 meters. Regular Movement speed increased by 115%. Regular Lunge range open time: 0.5s. Slightly increased Vaulting speed by 1.48 seconds.]
Now that Evil Within II is active, he has no means to return to Evil Within I. Things will only get worse for the humans from this point on. Where his left hand was relaxed and swung freely mid-chase, the knife pointed slightly outwards and he had stiff restrained deliberate movement...Now left hand is clenched into a fist and held rigidly at his side, less-restrained freer movement. All the better to stab them with.
The pair race into a home. Shape follows. The Scratch Marks they leave behind in their sprint are like neon bread crumbs he can trace back to the main loaf that's itching for his knife to cut into. The scratches split, one leading upstairs and the other down into the cellar. Knowing Laurie, she's the one upstairs. He heads downward for the easy target. After all, the boy is still injured and bleeding. Save the best for last...heh.
There isn't much down here. The room loops full circle with two ways of entrance/exit. A single generator looms at one end of the room, it has not been touched. Though it's the space of multiple lockers that he knows the poor fool has sought safety in. A bad idea. The blood tells him where the boy is, but where is the fun in getting to the point? He moves to the locker next to it, his eyes not looking away from the real prize, and opens the empty box with force before slamming it shut just as hard. He moves to the other one beside it and repeats the same violent search.
*hurt gasp*
Perfect. The prey is terrorized. Nothing quite like scaring the literal crap out of someone. Shape reaches slowly for the handle and...
*SLAM*
The doors fling open, stunning Shape as the boy springs out for escape. Big mistake. Quickly spinning on his heel, Shape manages to catch the wounded boy with a mighty slash.
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
The boy falls and is at his complete lack of mercy. He probably had that "Head On" perk and thought it would be his trump card. Too bad for him it also causes the Exhausted status effect. Now it was time to end it. Kicking the boy over, Shape makes sure he sees what he brought this trial...an Ebony Memento Mori. Quentin's eyes bug out of his head.
"*gaps* Oh fuck..."
[Yes...Do it...Claim the kill...Do it, Grillby!]
The token glows and Shape's flame burns bright in delight. He snatches Quentin in a flash by the neck and thrusts his knife deep into the thrashing boy's chest. Bloody spills from his mouth and chest, he's choking on it. It deafens his screams. As if the human was made of butter, Shape forces it in deeper till the blade breaches out the spine. Shape watches the light fade in the boy's eyes before tossing the cold husk to the ground. More. More needs to be ended.
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
A heartbeat? Ah...Legion's "toy" is near.
*SCREECH*
"Shit! Fuck!"
The floorboards above clatter with panic running.
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
What sounds like ravenous animal chases after the male.
*WILD SNARL*
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
Hmmm...Maybe she's more interesting than first thought. At least she was smart enough to be after the male and not his Laurie. Speaking of which, if she's dealing with him then where is...
*CLANK*
...Sneaky bitch. At least that made her location noticeable. Steam escapes the mouth of Shape's mask, the thrill of killing THAT girl, his obsession...It had his heat being shown in visible air warping waves. Something about Laurie...Something in his soul burned for her death. She pissed him off. Her lack of fear towards him demanded him to break that. To go all out and teach her that was to be feared. He is what goes bump in the night. He is a devil that will burn all in fire. And she will learn this no matter how many times it takes. Time means nothing here and death has no end.
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
*SHARP HISS*
"Nice save."
"Run, moron!"
*ROAR*
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
The playground. The humans were looping the "little beast" around the objects and pallets before blinding her with that infernal flashlight. Shape supposed the Entity calling her a little beast is fitting. Her appearance...Long untamed hair flared in her anger. Blacked out eyes with glowing white irises that seeped darkness itself down her pale flesh. Her limbs looked extended slightly, claws tipping her hands and exposed toes from which she stands upon. A crazed posture and matching sadistic grin indicate she is lost, lost in the madness of the kill. But for as lost as she was, the two humans were more so as they soon noticed that there was a monster to their left and right.
"Shit."
"What do we, Laurie?"
"I don't get it. Why didn't she turn back after the gen pop and flashlight?"
Was that really your great plan, Laurie? Did you fail to notice something's wrong? Someone's missing?
"Where's Quentin?"
The question is asked and it makes the air get colder.
"Hey..."
Little beast gets Shape's attention, taking advantage of the humans' lack of understanding the tongue of monsters.
"That key he has...It's a Skeleton Key."
Shape's grip on his knife tightens. A key of that level can open the hatch if spawned and found. The Hatch will become visible whenever the number of fully repaired Generators exceeds the number of living Survivors by one. 4 Survivors remaining: 5 repaired Generators/Exit Gates are powered. 3 Survivors remaining: 4 repaired Generators/1 Generator left. 2 Survivors remaining: 3 repaired Generators/2 Generators left. 1 Survivor remaining: Spawns and opens regardless of how many Generators remain to be repaired. If she now counts as a monster, then the rule of 2 survivors 3 generators is active. That means a hatch has spawned and that key is a problem, only dull and skeleton keys open the hatch.
Feeling the growing tension, Ace fidgets as if moving to break away from this awful situation but it only sets off the little beast. She lunges at the older male and, in a move of self-preservation, he shoves Laurie in the way as a human shield.
*HIGH-PITCH SHIRK*
Four deep gashes slice Laurie's side, putting her in the injured state. This move, however, has two effects. One, it's hurt a human that normally is tough for any monster to deal with. And two...It has pissed Shape off. He builds up his need for murder.
[Evil Within III: Triggered. Regular Terror Radius of 32 meters. Regular Movement speed increased by 115%. Slightly increased Lunge range open time: 0.6s. Moderately increased Vaulting speed of 1.275 seconds. When triggered, all Survivors suffer from the Exposed Status Effect. Evil Within III lasts for 60 seconds, after which it regresses to Evil Within II.]
With his knife raised above his head, pointing downwards, Shape wastes no time charging in and cutting down the key holder...
*LOW-PITCH YELL*
Then backhanding the would-be-monster in the face, much the shock of her and the human.
"*growl* What's wrong with you?!"
Shape rumbles like a furnace ready to blow.
"...Mine!"
He points his blade at the human girl that is too puzzled to flee even though she could. While understanding him, it doesn't really make the little beast any more accepting of the hit and she barks back at him.
"How fucking dare you!"
In her eyes...He sees that same spark in her eyes as he does in Laurie's. The lack of fear. His fire flares in intimidation, it fails on her. She takes a bracing stance before pouncing on him, the towering monster of flame throws her to the ground. She recovers quickly and attacks with all the precision of a charging rhino. It surprisingly takes some strength to hold her back and a greater surprise when she starts giving off a pure monster aura.
"I won't be treated like shit! Not by you! Not by them! Not by anyone! Do you understand?! No one!"
He can feel it. She's pushing him back. His heels digging into the ground. The Entity is fueling her with power to prolong her transformation. If this keeps up she might actually become a threat.
*whimper*
They both pause at the sudden sound. A slight look to the side shows the two remaining humans have gone to heal in some shrubbery. The realization hits Shape before her and he uses the confusion to stop this now...by punching her in the gut and stabbing her in the head. Little beast staggers drunkenly then falls over hard, not dead but incapacitated. More important matters are in order.
...
[Most interesting, little beast. The Entity never thought you would be so brazen. You have earned all that comes to you this trial.]
My eyes stiffly open. My head is pounding like it was hit by a truck. Every part of me feels like it hasn't moved in hours. With a shake of my head and a long yawn my senses return. I remember everything...I'm still in the trial.
*HIGH-PITCH SCREAM*
Laurie? Oh...Oh fuck, I cut Laurie bad. What the fuck Ace? What dick throws a teenager at a monster? I need to do something good for once.
Wearily, I get on my feet and head towards the yellow aura in the distance. I'm much slower than I remember being. Probably feeling exhausted. I hope to sleep after this. Feels like I might for a whole day. Heh...If only.
I make my way behind the houses and into a backyard. There, a hooked Laurie struggles against the Entity's claws by a grave. I ignore this weirdness and reach for her, the least I can do is free her.
"How are you alive?"
I look at her funny as she grunts coming off the hook.
"What do you mean?"
"You took a knife to the brain!"
"What?"
I feel my head and my hair is sticky wet with blood. Huh? Go figure. My focus is wavering and she snaps her fingers.
"Stay with me. We need to find Ace's key."
"Wait...You're not mad at me?"
I sound like a child afraid of being grounded.
"Mad? No."
"R-Really?"
She takes my hand and drags me along.
"Come on. We have to go before he comes back."
She seems to know where she's going. That's good. Why didn't Shape hook me? Did he expect me to bleed out? Makes sense to me.
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
"He's near."
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
She squeezes my hand.
"Laurie?"
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
Peering around some cover, we find Shape standing under an empty hook, most likely on top of the key.
"We need that key. He won't let us pop two gens and open the gate."
I don't think we're on good terms after my freak out. So asking him nicely is gonna be a no go.
She looks off in thought.
"I'll be bait..."
This takes me back.
"He'll chase me. I know he will. And when he's far enough away, you rush in and get the key."
I shake my head, both to get the dizziness to stop and to disagree.
"No. You can't risk it. If hooked again it's an automatic sacrifice."
"We have no choice. You're in no condition to evade him. It's the only option we have."
I'd like to say what I do next is selfless...But I know damn well it's not.
"New plan...I lure him out and you get the key."
"How? You can't possibly move as fast right now."
I rub my hands richly through my hair and coat my hands in what blood there is. I'm in the injured state so I know I'm still wounded and bleeding.
"Who said I have to be?"
It takes her a moment to put two and two together.
"Tell me what I need to do."
I smirk and give her the details.
...
It's quiet. Too quiet. No sound other than the crows. Shape stares out from his post over the key. He knows the women aren't dead. He saw the alert when Laurie was unhooked. If they're smart, they attempt to work on generators together. No sense trying for anything else. Of course, there's a shot another key will be in a chest somewhere. But the odds aren't favorable. And even if they do try repairing generators, his spot has the perfect range of both gates. This is his territory after all, he knows it better than anyone else inside and out. There's nothing they can do to...
*HIGH-PITCH SHIRK*
...Surprise him?
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
No...She couldn't have. No human can attack another.
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
"Yo, big guy..."
She casually strolls onto the road and licks her hands. The crimson is incredibly noticeable on her skin.
"I see why you like her. She's fun to cut into."
Her cheeky smile makes him flare.
"Well, I'm off. Gonna go see if what kind of Mori I got. Maybe it'll take her head clean off."
Human or monster, this little bitch needs to learn her place. You don't touch his Obsession!
"...Bitch!"
She pauses and he bolts for her, the girl nearly leaps out of her skin before scampering on all fours. Something isn't right. There's an awkwardness in her gallop and she isn't dropping pallets. She turns around a large van but he retreats, heading back to ensure the key remains where he left it.
"Hey!"
He ignores her. It's not like he can't kill her at any point.
"Don't ignore me!"
Sudden weight hits his back. She's dared to leap on him like a crazy monkey? She's become a very annoying pest. Rather than grabbing her off, to teach her a lesson, he instead takes off running before leaping at a car and aiming for her to be slammed under his weight.
*ROAR*
The move works. She's off of him and indented firmly in the hood of the police car. She isn't going anywhere. Now to get back to the key before Laurie.
"I found it!"
Her voice echos. They baited him. Clever girls. Well, it's not like the weird one can get to her in time.
*grunt*
The sound of metal creaking as weight comes off it alerts him of his wrong thoughts. They lock eyes.
"In case you're wondering...That didn't count as a true attack."
A fiery roar bellows from Shape's core and another chase ensues. Now it's serious. She's slamming pallets and vaulting for shortcuts. Does she know he's not in tier 3 anymore and not at max speed? No, it doesn't matter. The longer the chase, the more he catches up to her and Laurie.
"Open it!"
His sight leaves the beast woman to see the blonde in the circle of benches with the key in hand. Laurie unlocks the hatch, the key staying in the latch and slowly dissolving away like a timer. Laurie leaps into the hatch and escapes in the darkness.
She's gone...Laurie got away...And it's all this one's fault!
*HIGH-PITCH ROAR*
The stab catches her mid-stride, sending her tumbling and careening into a bench. This woman...This pain in the ass let his prey escape. She's just like Legion...trash.
[Such a shame. She was doing so well too. Oh well. Better luck next time then. Finish this, Grillby.]
Shape goes over to the pathetic wench and grabs her leg, dragging her over the still open hatch before pinning her partly to the ground with his blade. Panic has her clawing the ground yet she can't move without slicing into herself. The key fizzles out. The hatch violently snaps down on her and her roar is deafening out the sound of bones being crushed.
"... ... ... ..."
"*wincing* G-Go fuck yourself!"
Yep. Just like Legion.
The hatch reopens, as she is the only remaining human in the trial. Yet he further denies her this freedom. He pulls her out, knife and all, then kicks the hatch closed. End Game Collapse has begun. She's doomed now. No key to re-open the hatch, no means of healing out of the dying state, no way of repairing generators, and no team to open the gate. She's all out of tricks and no amount of begging will work either.
"*coughing blood* Come on...Do it! Kill me!"
No. This one is not worth the use of his Mori or the glory of the hook. She will die right there. On the ground like the garbage she is. He walks off to destroy fallen pallets.
"*dying rage* D-Don't...Don't fucking ignore me! Kill me you flaming bastard!"
But her calls fall on deaf ears. Shape does not respond. The world rumble and the crows take the sky. She eventually becomes quiet. The sound of wood breaking is all he hears.
*SCREAMING ROAR*
That was a chilling sound if ever he heard one. The Entity has claimed her. It would be a kinder death if she had bled out, but he had no such pity for her. With her death, the trial is over and the world crumbles into a reset. He slowly removes his mask, letting his fire burn freely and stares off at the moon. Next time Laurie...Next time you won't escape.
"...Mine. Only mine."
[AT THE SURVIVOR'S CAMPSITE]
I wake up in a panic and thrash at the ground. Clawing at the dirt and biting obscenities due to the pain in my chest. It takes the combined efforts of David and Jeff to keep me still long enough to settle down. For once there is no fighting upon my return. Despite my actions, the others didn't point blame at me or tell me I'm a freak. Some wish to hear more of my aggressive turn on Shape while Laurie even goes as far as to offer to teach me one of her perks in thanks for escape. I decline for now, too shaken and sore to keep my thoughts straight. I need some time to myself. David, being my unofficial but probably gonna happen because it's obvious man, keeps an eye on me from his perch on the sitting log while I'm near the camp's border with my back to the others. The pain in my chest pleads for my attention. I don't wish for them to see this. I carefully recall the instructions Doctor gave me and summon my soul. The soft glow emanating from the multi-colored heart is warm. What ruins it are the scars. They've filled in again. Though...They don't look as bad. Shivers run through me as I slowly use my nails to scrape the blight out, wincing and whimpering when I can't hold back the pain. But I have to do this. If it buys me some time then it's worth it. It feels so weird. It's thick and oozy like blood yet solid like a clot. Gross.
[Elsewhere: Killer Shack]
*CLANG-CLANG*
"Tra la la. The meeting will now come to order."
Wraith materializes and gets the other killers' attention.
"It has come to our attention that something...odd...has taken place. Tra la la. Shape?"
Shape, leaning on a wall in the back, merely shrugs and looks at his knife as he recounts his trail.
"... ... ... ... ... ..."
The room is shocked.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE ATTACKED YOU?"
Trapper questions.
"... ..."
"DON'T BE A SMARTASS! I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID PERFECTLY FINE!"
"❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👎︎ ✈︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ 💧︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✈︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎📬︎" (THEN DON'T WASTE TIME ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS. SHAPE WAS QUITE CLEAR.)
Doctor talks down to Trapper, earning him a nasty glare.
"Ah, it makes sense now. The girl is as rebellious as Legion. No wonder he chose her for Obsession."
Plague comments with a coy smile. Legion mumbles curses to himself under his breath.
" ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎💧︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎👎︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ 👌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎✋︎👎︎ ︎👎︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👎︎📬︎" (PLEASE...WHAT WE SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON IS THAT THE ODDITY IS CAPABLE OF NOT ONLY GOING AFTER OTHER HUMANS, BUT US AS WELL. PROVIDED SHE'S BROUGHT TO IRE AS OUR FIERY FELLOW HAD.)
Doctor steps up to be front and center.
"✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✡︎ ︎✌︎ ︎👎︎ 💣︎ ︎💣︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎💧︎❄︎💧︎📬︎📬︎📬︎" (I PROPOSE WE CAPTURE OUR WAYWARD MEMBER AND PUT HER THROUGH A SERIES OF TESTS...)
"oh hell no!"
Legion barks.
"after that stunt you pulled, you aren't going near my human outside of trials."
The others look at Doctor suspiciously but all he does is look off to the side dismissively.
" ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✠︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎✍︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎📬︎ ✌︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎📪︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ✋︎💣︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✡︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎👍︎✋︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎👎︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💣︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? YOU BROUGHT HER TO ME. A SOUL LIKE THAT, SUCH AN IMPOSSIBLE RARITY, AS A MAN OF SCIENCE I WILL TAKE ANY AND EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO STUDY HER. EVEN IF IT MEANS STEALING HER FROM A FOOL LIKE YOU.)
His blunt condescendence only makes Legion snarl.
"Anyway...Tra la la...Aside from that, this account marks another time the Master has gotten involved in trials the lamb was in. Tra la la. Any thoughts as to this development?"
"Ain't clear? It wants the punk to be more like us."
Huntress adds.
"While I agree, the timing is something needed to be taken into account."
Pig interjects.
"She's right. *cough* The Hallowed Blight will soon be here. The signs are starting to appear in my realm. *hack*"
Clown states.
"the hell is the hallowed blight?"
Ghost Face snickers to himself.
"what's so funny, melty-douche?"
"Heh...Oh, nothing. Just ignore thee."
Legion rolls his sockets.
"can we skip all this filler bull and get to the point? tell me the challenge so i can leave you assholes to fuck all."
Is it any wonder why Legion isn't respected?
Wraith nods to Nurse and she approaches Legion.
"Very well. Take this and prepare. I would wish you luck but I rather see you swallow your pride in failure."
She hands over a scrap of folded paper and Legion takes it with malice.
"yeah? i'd tell you to break a leg but it looks like you're an overachiever there."
She hisses.
"Small moronic child."
"senile old goat."
A stare down happens for a few moments before Legion takes his leave.
"...Anyone else hoping that fucker gets taken this time?"
Nightmare asks, to which many of them nod in agreement.
[IN THE SURVIVOR'S FOREST]
It had been enough time in their minds. Surely she had settled down since that dumb shit went down in Léry's. And even if she hadn't, it doesn't matter, she owes them a favor she can't refuse. She belongs to them...To Legion. Plus they needed to go over the challenge so it's not like this was a social call.
{do you really think now's a good time? what if she's all worked up and the other humans spot us?}
Boo points out.
{don't be such a little bitch. we went out yesterday. we ain't goin' today.}
Chops berates his meeker comrade.
{sounds like someone is uncertain. do not have doubts, boo. we are legion. we are only as strong as we are united.}
Dead-Eye spouts whimsically.
{*scoff* what went up your ass and made ya say such pussy shit?}
{your mom after i fucked her to death.}
{oh, ya one-eyed freak! ya wanna go?! 'cause that's what's gonna happen if ya say shit like that!}
{you do not have the guts, little man.}
"shut the fuck up, both of you! we need to focus."
Bones reprimands.
"all we have to do is stay hidden, get her attention, and lead her out here for a chat. easier than stealing chili from cannibal."
{big talk comin' from the guy that wanted to switch out to boo like a wuss forgetting we can only swap in our realm.}
Bones ignores the obvious rage-inducing jab. His sights set on more important things. Light catches his eyes. The campfire is near. And it isn't too long before he's reached the treeline.
lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...
She's close. That's helpful. Even more helpful was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye. She stands near the edge of the camp, her hands full of glowing goop.
"Yo, David..."
She looks over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the haunting faint blue of Bones' eyes in the shadows. The sight has her forget momentarily what she was doing.
"Need somethin', Luv?"
A male built like a house sitting on a log speaks. Upon closer inspection, the guy is recognized as a notorious jackass among monsters. Great. She's close to that schmuck. Figures.
"I...I need to get rid of this gunk. I'll be right back."
The gruff man nods.
"Stay close. I don't like ya bein' out of my sight for too long."
Well, that didn't sound like a creepy dick thing to say.
"Will do."
She makes her way into the woods and he slowly follows. A fair out-of-earshot distance is reached before she digs into the ground with her shoe's heel.
"So...How long have you been watching?"
He leans on a tree near her. Better to keep some space if she is feeling crazy.
"not long. just got here. um...is that...?"
"Yep."
With a deep enough hole made, she kneels and drops the goop in.
"After the trial I had, I needed to clean out my scars."
She covers the blight and turns to him.
"they any worse since last time?"
"Not really."
"good."
"Bones, I get the feeling you're not here to ask about how my soul is."
He nods, retrieving the paper from his pocket and unfolding it.
"we got our first challenge."
A serious expression comes to her.
"Go on."
He reads.
"hit all 4 humans within a single use of feral frenzy with the last hit being on the obsession."
"How hard is that on the difficulty scale?"
"our power is feral frenzy. while feral frenzy is active, we move faster and gains access to the additional abilities of pallet vault and feral slash. hitting a human with a feral slash puts them into the injured state and inflicts the deep wound status effect. additionally, this refills our power and all humans within our terror radius not already afflicted with the deep wound have their location revealed to us. if the hit human was already afflicted with deep wound or we miss the attack, feral frenzy ends immediately. hitting a human with a basic attack while feral frenzy is not active will deplete the power by half of its maximum."
"In simple terms?"
"*huff* feral frenzy lasts for ten seconds, not counting add-ons or hitting boosts. so unless the four of you are within forty meters of us, it's going to be pretty damn hard."
She folds her arms.
"So we're fucked then?"
"i didn't say that..."
He pushes off the tree to stand near her.
"we've done this before. it's hard, but not impossible. the tricky part will be hitting you last. might take a few tries to nail."
She closes her eyes in thought.
"True. I'm the only one cooperating. The most I can do is try to keep the group together and push others to be in your path so I'm the last one. Other than that I can't see much else I can do."
"that's more than what we'd get without you."
Her eyes open, holding a slight sadness to them.
"what? what's with that look?"
"Huh? Nothing. Just overthinking."
He doesn't really care.
"about what?"
Yet he still asked. A weak smile graces her.
"Was...Was Shape mad at me?"
The fuck?
"what?"
"I know. You don't have to say it. I'm aware of how stupid that sounds. But...*sigh* I don't know. He didn't seem like such a bad guy. And then I went all beast mode on him. Ugh...Human, Monster...No matter what, I end up ruining anything good that potentially comes my way."
Such a pity party made him sick.
"who cares..."
He puts his hands behind his head.
"it doesn't matter what the others think. nothing in life comes easy. you just got to live for yourself and flip the rest of the world off. otherwise, you'll lose yourself trying to be something your not."
She stares at him funny.
"I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me so far."
"*scoff* don't get used to it."
"And here I thought Boo was the nice guy."
Her tease has his cheekbones lightly gaining some color. It pisses him off.
"don't make me stab you. you know i will."
"Fine, be that way. I was only trying to compliment you. I don't know what it is, but the moment we seem to get along, you default to 'gonna stab you'. Makes it really hard to want to try in this partnership."
She moves to pass him and head back to camp...but he grabs her arm.
"we didn't say you could go yet."
She eyes him funny.
"What else is there to say?"
He smirks.
"i'll owe you for it. nothing will be off the table. i promise. those were your words, remember?"
He feels her stiffen in his grasp.
"I said that to Chops. Not you."
He chuckles.
"how easily forget...we are legion. the four of us are one. what you say to one is said to us all."
She cuts an f-bomb off by biting her tongue.
"Fine. A deal's a deal, loophole or not. I don't break my promises."
His grin widens and she sneers.
"now don't be that way. i've already told you we're not like that."
She shoots him a look.
"Oh? And I suppose the knife blowjob was just a cute gesture of friendship!"
If Bones could mentally kick Chops and Dead-Eye's asses he would curb-stomp their tibias to dust.
"that...that was...uh...*groan* that's what happens when dumbasses think they can get away with stupid shit because they feel like badasses. i had nothing to do with that."
Much to her uncertainty, he lets her go and some of her guard is put down.
"ask yourself this...have i done anything like that to you?"
She sighs through her nose.
"No. You haven't. You've had the opportunity to, but didn't. So...what is it that you want then?"
He circles her a bit before stopping behind her and leaning near her ear.
"before our trial together, come to mount ormond resort. and wear something a bit more...comfortable."
Taking his words the wrong way, she spins around to slap him...but her hand is caught with ease.
"heh, too easy."
"You two-faced pervert!"
He glares.
"you were freezing your ass off last time. maybe get a jacket or something. dumbass."
Her expression softens.
"I...I'm sorry."
"damn right you're sorry."
He pushes her away.
"i like fucking with you. don't confuse that for anything else."
She pouts. This is far from the same woman that tussled with Shape.
"you can go now. we've said all we had to."
Now it's his turn to leave.
"Wait, Bones..."
Maybe it was the slight urgency in her voice or the quick footsteps that made an effort to go after him, but despite better judgment Bones comes to a stop. He wearily looks back at her from over his shoulder.
"I...I know that you all have names. Real names. Not just the ones given by the Entity or humans."
Where is she going with this?
"When I heard Doctor call himself W.D. Gaster...I've been questioning if the names you guys gave me are real or not. It's a big line I'm crossing by asking...yet...What is your true name?"
It's weird when she thinks. Such random things alter her personality. Things like this made her soft. And soft is not as appealing as one might think. Looks weak. Bones doesn't like weak.
"what if they aren't our real names? what does it matter to you?"
Her eyes dart from his, to his back, the ground, and then the emptiness behind her lids. She shakes her head and turns her back on him, slowly walking off. Why? Why did this bug him? No snarky retort or fake dismissal to cover up still intact curiosity? Just...Nothing? That...bitch!
"lynsie..."
She pauses though doesn't look at him. It pisses him off more. He runs up and punches her in the back of the head.
"Ow! The fuck's your issue?!"
"my issue? knock this shit off. it's pathetic."
"Man, fuck you."
"fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
"fuck you, infinity!"
They glare harshly at one another. Teeth bared and growling. Tension building like a shaken soda can. This was better. There was determination in her eyes. He tosses her a bone.
"*huff* get your crap together and maybe i'll tell you later."
She becomes confused. Like that's something new.
"Tell me what later?"
He shakes his head with a small laugh.
"you're hopeless. you know that? think about it."
He takes his leave once more.
"later, meat."
He's already hidden among the darkness and trees when he hears her voice a final time.
"Thank you!"
Humble chuckles escape him.
{what's so funny, bones?}
Boo questions innocently.
"just thinking that we have an odd taste in women."
The other voices in his head fall silent, making him laugh. Things are going to get interesting next time.
[AT THE SURVIVOR'S CAMPSITE]
I arrive back at camp with no trouble. A few questionable looks are shot for how long I was gone and the shouting heard. But fuck'em. Bones is right. Screw what they think. I need to return to how I used to be before I got here. I need to focus on myself.
"Everythin' alright, Luv?"
...With maybe a random exception here or there.
"Yeah..."
I sit beside David.
"I'm feeling a lot better now."
He smirks and puts his arm around me. Nothing in life comes easy. But this? This right here? This is worth fighting for. I lay my head on his shoulder and enjoy the peace for however long it may last.
[IN THE SURVIVOR'S FOREST]
The black dirt shifts ever so slightly. A tiny withered husk barely breaches the surface with renewed life having soaked in the tainted goo that was buried atop it. This undead seed cracks. The top of its shell giving way to a small seedling. A sprout paradoxically enlivened by its death. The first Pustula has emerged. The season of Blight is nigh. And with it, hell itself is to be unleashed.
My lovely bubbly readers...I am so sorry this took ages. For the longest time, I had no drive at all to write. It was as though the Muses had forsaken me. Dooming me to a half-finished chapter that would never see its end. For months, my creativity was dead and I would stare at the nine pages I was able to make with ease and question why I could not do more than add a single word every couple of days. It's weird when this happens. The spirit is willing but the mind is flatlining like the pulse in a graveyard. I have a plan for this story. I don't have an ending. Mostly because I'm not sure it can. The Entity can't be beaten like a normal antagonist. Lore-wise, the only win you can get is a true escape or the void, and as of this posting there's no understanding of how a true escape is done. I'm also trying to get into the Season of Blight so I can bring the other characters in. I hope to throw in a surprise that nobody will see coming. If you want to guess, feel free. I've also started the Obsession Challenges, most likely they'll be based on real in-game Tomb Challenges. Um...I can't think of much else to say. I think I'll wish you all well till we meet again in the pages of my insanity we're agreeing to call a story. Oh! Please don't freak out about the memory involving the iodine. Yes, I did do that. I was far from happy when I was younger and there are other attempts I made. But it's like the Entity said I made those inner demons submit...kinda. I am far from that point, I have no thoughts or intent of self-harm. Yet I still get those sad days, those days where it's a struggle to get out of bed or I'll just spontaneously cry and my hubby has to hold me till I stop. But that's the thing. I have him. He's why I'm doing better. He's my world and I don't want to leave it. So no worries. The fact I can share my darkness means I'm strong enough that it doesn't affect me anymore. I hope you stick around for more. And as always, stay awesome my lovelies. ^_^
As a reminder, here's the current depiction of the monsters and the killers they represent.
Evan MacMillan - Trapper = Underfell Papyrus
Philip Ojomo - Wraith = Outertale RiverPerson
Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly = Monofell Nicecream Guy
Sally Smithson - Nurse = Horrortale Toriel
Michael Myers - Shape = Undertale Grillby
Lisa Sherwood - Hag = Swapfell Temmie
Herman Carter - Doctor = HorrorFell Gaster
Anna - Huntress = Underfell Undyne
Bubba Sawyer - Cannibal = Deltarune Burgerpants
Freddy Krueger - Nightmare = Underlust Napstablook
Amanda Young - Pig = HorrorFell Alphys
Jeffrey Hawk - Clown = Horrorlust Asgore
Rin Yamaoka - Spirit = Underfell Mad Mew Mew (Anime not real form)
Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey - Legion = Sans (tale, fell, swap, horror)
Adiris - Plague = Apocalypse Muffet
Danny Johnson - Ghost Face = Deltarune Rouxls Kaard
Demogorgon - Demogorgon = StrangerTales Flowey
Kazan Yamaoka - Oni = Feraltale Ogre/Oni
Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger = Deltarune Spade King
Pyramid Head - Executioner = Demitale Asriel Dreemurr
Talbot Grimes - Blight = Deltarune Seam
Charlotte & Victor Deshayes - Twins = Reapertale Rabbit girl & Cinnamon
Ji-Woon Hak - The Trickster = Yanderetale Mettaton
Nemesis T-Type - The Tyrant = Underdecay Omega (Photoshop) Flowey
