1.2
To my enormous surprise, Riley had stopped killing me for more than four seconds! I had been murdered in increasingly elaborate manners despite wounds resetting after a few seconds while she did whatever tinkers do. Even with all the excessive dying, I was feeling rather fatalistic, and decided to stay even though yet another person who could maybe kill me forever had arrived. Yes, the resident or rather resident unknown empath had arrived for questioning.
She did actually have a tattoo that would make an ordinary person vomit. I think I lost the ability to do that sort of thing after living through vomiting out my guts repeatedly. I wondered why she didn't just wear a hoodie or something to cover it up. Probably because Mannequin or Jack would execute her for such a travesty against "art."
"I killed Jack, but little miss sunshine doesn't believe me, you see?" I said coherently, somewhat surprised a sharp pointed implement of death had not arrived. "Also zee guy who controlled zee Sieberian."
I felt a brief burst of foreign emotion. It was like being a teenager with hormonal mood swings all over again! Wait, considering my physical age am I considered a teenager? Will I be a teenager forever via quantum immortality? That's horrifying!
The unwelcome emotion was truthfulness. At least it was that instead of being something like self-loathing or depression. Then I'd truly be like a teenager again! I welcomed it instead of choking it down, and began talking.
"I stabbed zee Sieberian's creator until he died. Zen I picked up as many grenades as I could from some place, I don't know, all I know is zat it had grenades, and tele-fragged Jack," I said, suppressing the feeling of truthfulness. I gave Cherish a cheeky smile while casting off the emotional manipulation of course.
"He's telling the truth," she began, "or at least his mind believes he is. Or he's just bullshit enough enough of a Trump to fake it." She looked annoyed before continuing. "He shrugged off my power after answering like it was nothing. Didn't Hatchet Face do nothing either?"
"It's true, my mentalvallsare very strong," I had to say. Nobody got the joke though. Six years and a reality too early I guess.
"Jack doesn't lose," Bonesaw said confidently.
"Vell, ITrumpedhis power," I said. Maybe they would ge-
"Nobody's ever made that one before," Cherish sarcastically drawled out. "And I'm not talking about your shitty joke. Jack's been presumed dead but he always comes back."
"Are you concerned you have novhere left to retreat?" I asked, glancing at her bomb collar. "Jack Slash is currently resting in pieces," I gestured at all the bits of flesh dotting the area.
"Isn't that yours?"
I reappeared, half the gory bits swept all over the ground and walls vanishing with my reappearance.
"Didn't you feel his.." I tapped my head with a fist and spread it out in a pantomime explosion.
"D-did you?" Bonesaw asked Cherish, who slowly nodded.
"Vell zat cementes it! So, Ruby, vy not become a hero!" I began over-enthusiastically. Mostly because I wanted to be over with this entire scenario.
"My name's Riley," she said a little angrily. "How can you get that wrong."
"Zee best kind of hero, zee technically-not-a-hero, because if somevone had to mark up you up for var crimes, zey would have to mark 'yes' for zee entire sing," I said ignoring Riley's comment. "You are invited too," I said, casually waving at Cherish. Unless her name was also something else I'd forgotten like Lustrum.
"I vas zinking about forming a group of irredeemable monsters to go out and kill ozer irredeemable monsters," I said, turning back to Riley. "Because Jack managed to mold you into a horrible monster, I don't zink you deserve zee life you got."
"It's the failsafes isn't it?" Cherish said, one hand rubbing her bomb collar.
"I'll call it…" I paused for emphasis. "Millennium! It means a thousand years of va-peace! Yes, I vill eshtablish vorld peace through morally dubious means because ven have silly morals ever done anysing anyvays?"
"I didn't say anything about joining your group," Riley said. "What kind of idiot would try and recruit from the Slaughterhouse 9 anyways? I bet you're from Gesellschaft."
"Ah, you wound me both literally and figuratively," I said. "Vat makes you zink zat I am a Nazi?"
"The Nazi Armband?" Cherish said questioningly.
"Uh… I could be Buddhist?" I responded stupidly, attempting to throw the armband over a wall. It limply fluttered down onto the ground instead. Well, move priority of "armband cover," up right next to find permanent residence that is not other-me's.
It was a rather lame excuse, and I re-materialized again.
"I kan't exactly get rid of it…" I said pointing at the re-armed arm band. "I svear I'm not a Nazi, I don't believe in… Nazi stuff. I zink Jewish people are a vunderful people vith a tragic past that didn't deserve zee Holocaust," I said slowly.
"Zere are zings I need to do first before I vorry about my appearance though, like killing Jack. If you zink zat anyvone can just go off him and zee Sieberian, you are very wrong," I continued. "Perhaps my actions vill actually cause zee death of Gesellschaft konsidering vhere zee Sieberian came from."
I was planning on heading there after offing Jack regardless, but maybe mysterious Nazi catboy killing persons of interest would pique their interest.
"He's probably not lying," Cherish said frowning. I inwardly laughed at how ruined her plans were getting. Couldn't happen to a less terrible person. I mean Bonesaw or Riley were a hundred times worse, but that's because of Jack Slash. Also I had a weakspot for kids. Maybe it was why I was letting her kill me over and over again?
"So, vat do you zink?" I said.
Riley continued to forlornly tinker with the vials and Jack's dead bits in silence. I suppose killing the most important figures in someone's life would probably do that. I mean, all my loved ones were foreign unknowns here, but I was fine right? I added freakout over family to my mental list. For now there were more important tasks at hand to secure safety.
"I'll be back later okay? No vorld-ending plagues please. Play nice, and don't try to ressurect Jack. Zat is zee most shtupid zing you could possibly do," I awkwardly concluded.
"Vell,Auf Wiedersehen!"