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Session 85
Thank you, Sir D-Bag
Officer EMT was used to running into people that he knew.
It was one of the few perks of being an internet police officer. Well, that and the occasional free donut for good work.
Yet as EMT stood within the ruins of what had once been a 'mail facility', memories of other things seemed to come back to him. While by no means horrible, they were the sort of things that were more minor than major.
"Dang side job." he whispered as an orange beam of light streaked past him, with the troll answering back with a missile.
"Suprise! It's me." a voice called out and an angel floated over. Unlike the ones seen in Alternis v2 or the Digital World, this one looked to have gone through hell. It's armor was blackened and cracks seemed to trail all about, criss-crossing across the suit. The helmet seemed ready to explode, with the cross falling off some time ago. Oil leaked down from the head, where the faint markings of a knife wound could still be seen.
"Who are you?" EMT whispered as he looked over the angel once more, giving the air a slight sniff as he did. It faintly smelled of burnt toast and a bit of gunpowder, with just a trace of blood and duct tape thrown in for good measure. "Sir D-Bag, isn't it?"
"The one and only." Sir D-Bag answered and held his chest out in all his truly 'wonderful' glory. "I'm amazed you had the balls to even come here. I always thought you would be too chic-"
A right hook slammed into the bottom half of the idiot's skull, with Officer EMT taking a deep breath.
"Shut up." the troll whispered and took a deep breath. "Just because I wrote a couple letters for them does not make me their political advisor."
"You're right. But I don't care." Sir D-Bag answered as he went for an uppercut. "Since it's not 'my right', it doesn't matter."
For some reason, he followed it up with a chuckle. It was the sort of chuckle that made one want to smash the person lights in and be done with them. But, EMT reluctantly held back the urge to do just that and took a deep breath instead.
"Care to tell me what happened here?" the troll police officer inquired and got a smirk in return.
"Why?"
Sir D-Bag found a missile launcher pointed towards his face, with Officer EMT's finger right already on the trigger.
"Do it."
EMT fired the weapon off, watching the immediate explosion occur and knock both of them back. Almost to coincide with his frustrations, Sir D-Bag continued to chuckle.
"What a shame this has been." Sir D-Bag taunted. "I had really hoped by now you would've seen my handywork."
Officer EMT gave the asshole a confused glance, almost afraid what he was even talking about. Yet, he continued to keep his gaze focused on Sir D-Bag.
"I guess it would be better to show than to go through all of it in excruciating detail."
Sir D-Bag then walked to the far edge of the ruins and motioned for Officer EMT to follow. The troll officer reluctantly followed behind as thoughts of uncertainty seemed to fill his head. For all he knew, this guy could be attempting to lead him to a fairly unremarkable death with very little to stop him.
"Don't be so wary." Sir D-Bag remarked. "We can save those sort of wonderful things till later."
"Just stop." EMT whispered as he reached Sir D-Bag. "I realize you probably see yourself as the 'hot shit' or something. But you're not."
Sir D-Bag didn't listen, choosing instead to grab hold of the troll and jump off the floating mass of land. What followed was actually quite graceful landing down in what appeared to be a grayscale beach under an overcast sky. Corpses and shattered digi-eggs were scattered about the sand, with mix of blood and digital data added in for good effect. Of course, that all paled in comparison to the large hole in the sky that led off into some unknown space.
"After you used me your boring rocket jump, the angels found me." Sir D-Bag announced and followed it up with a massive grin, not that EMT would have really noticed. Mostly since he decided to focus his attention on a soggy paper butterfly instead of the asshole moving his mouth and making words you people didn't even care about.
"Get to the point." EMT snarled as he slipped the butterfly into his pocket. "I don't have all day."
"Fine, fine." Sir D-Bag answered and puffed his chest out. "I was asked to end this petty conflict however I see fit. So I did just that, killing everyone and blowing their bases up for good measure."
Officer EMT continued to ignore this guide, choosing instead to focus all his attention on the hole in the sky. Off the top of his head, he remembered hearing about only one other hole like this, but it was of a tale that may have never even happened in this timeline/dimension.
"But since I'm showing you this now, it wasn't quite effective enough to get your attention."
Officer EMT's glance snapped back onto Sir D-Bag, who still had his chest puffed out.
"My attention?" he inquired as his gaze seemed ready to break away. "What is so important about my attention that you would go through something like this?"
Sir D-Bag took a deep breath, but didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed hold of the troll and shot upwards from the beach. The two then found themselves hurtling through the vast yet empty dimensional space, only for the douche to decide that fiery landing into a heavily wooded area was the best idea in the world at the moment.
"I hope you recognize this place, EMT." Sir D-Bag announced as he threw the troll into a nearby tree.
Officer EMT carefully peeled himself off and sighed.
"It's Bonessa." he whispered, watching a grin form on Sir D-Bag's face. "Why?"
"Go on."
Officer EMT took a deep breath and debated just shooting the asshole right here. But considering how they just barely managed to avoid setting the whole forest on fire just mere seconds ago, he decided to hold off on that and took a deep breath.
"The silent treatment, huh?" Sir D-Bag taunted as his grin even wider somehow. "There were some people who've been missing you. They had asked me to find and bring you back. Of course, they never did where exactly that they wanted to meet you…"
Warning bells began ringing off in Officer EMT's head, with him deciding to pull his kukuris out instead of his usual rocket launcher.
"You killed them, didn't you?" he whispered and got a laugh in return. "ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!"
Yet, Sir D-Bag had no answer. Even if he had, Officer EMT doubted it would even be satisfactory for this situation.
He then charged towards the douchebag and jumped into the air, stabbing one of his blades into the head wound.
"Pathetic." Sir D-Bag remarked and shot a beam of orange light out of his fist. Officer EMT dodged to the right, flinging his other kukuri into the portion of the armor where the cracks met. "Is that the best you got?"
Officer EMT pointed his missile launcher towards Sir D-Bag and loaded a single missile. He then fired the weapon off, watching the green colored projectile reach its target and do it's job. Afterwards, he grabbed hold of his stupid opponent and began to slowly drag him down the dirt covered grounds. Along the way, he greeted those who crossed his path and wished them a good day,
It was when the dirt gave way to to a cobblestone path that brought the two into what one could call a 'town square'. Though, judging by the piles of rubble that were once houses for the residents
Yet, Officer EMT left Sir D-Bag there, focusing his attention on the large building that stood in front of the fountain. Compared to the other buildings, it was still somehow intact. Though, the troll police officer suspected that this was more on purpose than anything else.
Sir D-Bag casually opened the door and headed in, choosing to focus his gaze on what was ahead of him rather than the room itself. Which in this case, was a long corridor lined with the busts of those who had passed on. The actual defining features of the hall itself weren't that interesting, just a boring stained oak floor and white plaster walls. Eventually that corridor opened up, revealing a large open room where a pair of corpses laid. The one on the right appeared to be a male troll with a bigger mustache than his. Like him, he was dressed in a police uniform. The one on the left was a female troll in the later stages of her life. A bar of rebar stuck through their chests, bent to make it look like the rods were crossing. It probably would've helped if Sir D-Bag had taken some time to do some interior decorating, since the family had decided to continue the white walls and the stained hardwoods into this particular room.
"I'm home." he whispered and strapped the missile launcher to his back. "I'm sorry it's been too long. I've been busy."
He took his cap off, holding it to his chest as he stared down towards his parents.
"Wherever I went, I attempted to help people to the best of my people." Officer EMT whispered as he sat himself down. "Sometimes, I was successful. Other times, it was far from the case."
He took a deep breath and sighed, not at noticing the tears rolling down his face. While the troll officer wasn't entirely sure how many years it had been since he had even stepped foot in this house, not it mattered right now in the slightest.
"Along the way, I met all sorts of people. Some of them became my friends, other's the one who I had to face down."
He sighed and turned his glance to a nearby wall. A variety of newspaper articles hung there, waiting to be read for the umteenpth time. A majority were about a mysterious green-skinned figure helping out those in need. And while not every article painted this person in the greatest light, it didn't matter to them. This was their little window into the life of Officer EMT, from the comforts of these four walls.
"Thanks, mom and dad."
Officer EMT slipped his cap on and cracked a smile, saluting both of them. Afterwards, he made his way outside and grabbed his kukri out of Sir D-Bag.
"Come back!" the douchebag screamed, but he got no answer and could only watch as EMT rocket-jumped his way back to the floating island. "There's still more that I want to talk to you about…"
But, Officer EMT continued onwards for about an hour, the sound of explosives going off being his soundtrack. Once he had finally reached his destination, he gave the ruins here one last look and headed towards his armored vehicle.
"Thank you, Sir D-Bag." he whispered and started the engine up, only to drive right through a portal…
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Lily opened her eyes.
Currently, the plush succubus found herself underground, surrounded by miniature huts.
"Ugh." she thought and pulled herself up. "I'm back here again."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out what appeared to be Elena.
"Come here, Lily." 'she' called out…
Notes:
First chapter post finishing the rough draft of the finale Tri Abridged. Overall, I liked how this turned out.
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Next time: I just want someone to care about me...