Sorry for the hiatus!

ItsErisGamingTSA: You cannot be a newbie with a toolgun, it is the tool you are using.

RelightTheTorch: No need for that.

pastor: This again? Not this again, why does this happen to people?

aspire5155: 'Scientist person'?

Thel310: Addon NPCs are basically disasters, uncontrollable disasters. Atleast those that need a base. Reskins/Remodels work like the NPCs here.

Thanks for reviewing lads! (and lasses?) and enjoy the chapter!

"What is that?" The player was looking at the floating arena/coliseum in the sky. Around it, large and small ships went to and from it. He was on his 'normal anime boi' player model.

It recently just hit autumn and training for the NPCs was going well.

Actually, training is a strong word. They just did their thing.

"A'ight! That's enough for now."

The two squads of elites stopped shooting, as well as the three resistance members, the zombines and Antlion Guardians halted in their carnage of wooden dummies.

The player pulled out the toolgun, the screen on it saying 'Duplicator', and shot them with it. Each time he shot one of them, he pulled up his spawnmenu and saved them in his dupes. After saving all of that, he undoed them.

He heard a chirp and looked at the window nearby, seeing a familiar black crab on it.

"Hey buddy! How you doieeEEEE-!" His greeting was cut off when it lunged on him, 'affectionately' nuzzling him.

"OKAY! OKAY! I get it~, stop biting me, owww." He pleaded, it complied and hopped off.

After the paralyzing part was gone, he jumped to his feet and went outside. The sun was setting, but he had something to ask in the village.

He was about to, until two VTOL gunships approached the village. He looked at them for a second before going back to the headquarters.

One thing that he liked about dead people, that no one would miss, is that they are free to steal. While some of them might be victims of his closet fantasies (Not the actual dead bodies, that is gross. And I'm sure as hell not going to specify what kind of fantasies), they were some he legitimately needed to get.

For some reason, they don't have phones. They had radios.

That might be helpful, but not anymore. But the clothing they have can be used to disguise him, because he wants to use his current model for other purposes.

He got some really shady looking clothes. Like a hooded cape, mask, tunic, pants and all that medieval traitor look into it.

Walking out, he was basically being a potato, a cooked potato.

By the time he reached the village, night had befallen, and saw 15 soldiers in white with either red or blue stripes talking to the mayor. Staying in the shade for a multitude of reasons, he stared at them. He was used to this...'stalking' behavior, but he didn't enjoy it or had an ulterior motive. He was just really bored and liked analyzing things.

As soon as they began to leave, the player didn't want to let them go just yet. He walked towards them.

"Hey! You! Stop." One of the soldiers ordered at him. He did.

"State your business citizen."

"You lot look like you're looking for someone." The player spoke, trying to mask his voice.

"That none of your business."

"You just said 'state your business'."

A moment of silence as the group of soldiers stared down at the player.

"We're looking for someone." He pulled out a few papers, each with an image on it.

It was the player, on his Combine Elite model. Some were pictures of his NPCs. The soldier spoke again.

"You see. This could be a potential threat. As several reports include these...things," he showed the synths, "attacking a bandit camp, leaving little survivors, and threatening to kill passing travelers if they crossed paths. That include the mercenaries." He showed the Combine Soldiers.

The player internally smiled. They didn't know what he actually did and the threatening part was mostly because the player left them alone.

"I see. Well, I did notice some of those scurrying around near a cave..." He lied.

The soldier perked up. "Where?"

He pointed to the west. "There."

"Thank you for this information, citizen. We'll pay you quite nicely once we find the threat."

'How exactly are you going to bring me in? Or kill me?" He thought, until three more VTOLs came in.

He had to go. Now.

Line break

The player stalked the group of scouts converging on the cave, hidden by a valley which he was standing on one of them. He stared at his hands to make sure he was ready.

His hands were the Zombine hands. He had switched his model to a Zombine Elite, for spooky reasons. He saw the fast zombie that lured the group land next to him.

He nodded at it before spawning more fast zombies on the other side, waiting to strike. There were some Poison zombies for artillery and support.

Jabbing his finger towards them, they striked. The surprise attack caught the scouts off guard and didn't give them time to get their bearings on them. The fast zombies were ordered to drag the (un)conscious bodies away to the cave, so they did just that. 'Aura' managed to protect the soldiers from most of the damage inflicted on them, but they still went down.

He took off one of the helmets and grabbed his Toolgun. Selecting the paint tool, he bloodied the ground and helmet. Tossing it aside, he went back to the valley side via Prop riding.

The player sent some scouts to unnerve and scare the soldiers converging on the scouts' Last Known Position.

This time, he would be there. For the epic spook.

This will be so much fun, he did play a lot of zombie games and he had immense fun scaring the survivors.

GMod is so fun.

A cliffhanger?! Why are you so surprised???

Anyways, I'm planning stuff for after this fic is done. Mainly different perspective points, like the main cast, different OCs and maybe even NPCs. For this story, there is going to be two (three, if you include Chapter 1) perspectives. Maybe alternating.

As such, I might need some descriptions of outfits and appearances.

But not now, heheh. That'll drain me.

Anyways! Fav, follow, review and all that exciting stuff so you can make my life good. Alright? A'ight.