Okay, chapter 2 is done. Here's chapter 3 and…little bit something unsuspecting…maybe.
So enjoy this chapter of Hank exploring the Kingdom and meeting people you may or may not recognise. Also, say hello to Dad. :D
Chapter 3: What this world has to offer
(Hank)
Before leaving to take a look around, I make sure to lock my apartment door so no wise guys will get funny ideas.
Before I go off on my business, Matt "Jolly" the jackass sees me leave and starts harassing me. I'm not sure WHY he's going out of the way to piss me off, but he's certainly doing a good job of it.
"So how's your day Hank? Being a fucking douchebag as usual?" Okay, this asshole's REALLY starting to push it. If he keeps this up, well, let's just say they won't find much left of him except a bloody stain on the road. Unfortunately, I can't do anything right now. I need to get a good lay of the land and find some food if I'm gonna' survive around here, and I don't need any heat on me to make what's already going to be a difficult task any more difficult.
"Okay, y'know what? Go die in a pit, "Jolly"! If you're really such a tough guy, come out here and say that to my face!" I challenged. He then scoffs at me and continues to speak.
"Yeah, yeah…whatever, there's a local bakery near here in 9 blocks away from here to the south. So you can probably get something to eat there or just jerk off inside-"Before he can finish his sentence, I hear some weird-ass electro music suddenly start blaring from inside and i notice a lot of seizure-inducing lights shining out the bottom of the door. I begin to feel a cold sweat race down the back of my neck when I see all this. For some reason, those lights and that music all feel VERY familiar, but I get the feeling I don't want to remember what it's reminding me of.
"FEEL MY ENLIGHTENMENT!" A loud, monstrous voice roars from the apartment and I feel a chill run through my very being. I don't feel fear very often in my life, but for some reason, that voice makes me want get away from here as quickly as possible. It takes all my self-restraint to stop myself from running
"ACK! ACK! ACK!" Another voice came out, but I noticed, disturbingly enough, that it sounded rather…animalistic, and the reptilian noises aren't helping, either.
"Holy shit, we have Dad in our apartment? Holy fuck! That's awesome."
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Dad...? Okay, y'know what? I think I've heard more than enough.
I begin to back away from the door slowly and quietly, not wanting any of the freaks in that apartment do notice me leaving.
As I get a safe distance away from the apartment, I let out an irritated growl as I head down the stairs. I just KNOW I've heard that punk's name before, but where? And more importantly, HOW?
I mean, this is apparently a separate goddamn universe, how could I have possibly heard of this guy? But no matter how much I tell myself that, I can't shake how undeniably familiar his name sounds. "Matt Jolly"... it sounds so familiar...
Also, how the fuck did he knew I was looking for food!? Is he just really good at mind games, or is he hiding something?
Deciding I had more important things to worry about, I walk down the stairs and take a look at the map Mr. M gave me. Taking a look behind it, i notice a note stuck to the back: Do the assignment at midnight; this is Medici mafia territory you're in. Their disguise goons are everywhere to report any suspicious activity, so you'll need two friends to help you with placing the dead-drops, that way, the job will be much faster, and they won't see you more than once. Good luck, kid.-M
P.S., your friends will be rewarded handsomely after this. :)
Two friends? He must think Sanford and Deimos are here too...
But why specifically do I need two people to help me out in this job when I can easily go about it without getting caught?
Considering the two people I could actually call friends are dead in another universe, I realize I'm gonna' have to do this job by myself, but I'll worry about that later. Right now, I continue on my way to that bakery that Jolly mentioned. If I play my cards right, I should be able to get a job there. If not, I'll just find a local night-club and be a bouncer there. A job that would, admittedly, suit my…talents more.
Walking few blocks south away from here from this urbanized community, I follow Matt's instructions and head towards this aforementioned bakery, although I won't be surprised if this is just his way of screwing with me.
Knowing it will take a while to get there, I take the time to admire the many interesting sights this city has to offer. From the tall skyscrapers, cars flooding the streets, colorful neon lights, and it's many interesting and colorful civilians. People with the features of various animals, different hair-colors, and characteristics that it makes me feel like another face in the crowd. I also notice a...a…hobo holding up a picket sign. Huh, guess hobos are a constant in all universes.
Upon closer examination, i notice the hobo's picket sign has an end of the world message on it: "The end is nigh."
The vagrant, who's holding the sign has a really messy red hair, looks like he's of a Scottish descent if his physical features are any indication, and I also notice he's rather bruised and dirty. Hell, his brown coat has so much caked on dirt; it's hard to tell if it's even supposed to be brown.
That guy is giving out cold chills to my spine when he briefly stares at me for a while. Yet he walks on like I never existed.
Getting a little distracted by the homeless guy, I look back in front of me and there it was. Huh, looks like Mr. Jolly WASN'T full of shit, shockingly enough.
The bakery I'm seeing is a three floor building and painted in light purple and giant pink colored neon light illuminating under the door and a glass window to see variety of people eating. Saying: Yummy Sweets & Caffeine and a logo of this weird looking chibi thing with a pie-.
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….HOLYFUCKINGSHITPIE:D! I haven't had a good pie since i killed the sheriff for stealing mine!... funny, how doing that kind of lead to the creation of an organization that's entire purpose was to kill me, but, I digress.
If there's no pie…I'll BURN this motherfucking place down to the ground! No I mean it, I'll simply lose it and have a mental breakdown if there's no god damn pie here.
I head towards the entrance quickly, hardly able to conceal my excitement at being able to enjoy a delicious, flakey pastry.
When I open the glass entrance head inside, I end up bumping into someone who's on his way out.
"Ah Fuck! Watch where you're fucking going ya' little wanker prick!" Spitting out insults and profanities in a British accent. Before he leaves, I manage to get a good look at him.
He was wearing an open, blue jacket, the collar of which covered his entire face, a dark indigo shirt which has blood red letters saying 'Xionic' in it. Including two leather spike belts wrapped around his hips to give him an angry rebel asshole look.
Odd, for a second, he looked a bit familiar…ehhh, must've been the blue hair.
I'd normally be a bit less... 'forgiving' about such attitude, but I better not start a scene here.
Turning my head in front of me, Inside of this place is sort of like a café diner as varieties of different people are eating at their tables. Said tables are rounded and white including the chairs they're sitting on, the floor has a black and white floor tiles to make this place old school, and the walls are painted entirely pink as well to make this place more vibrant.
Looking around, there is white diner booths attached to the walls and stools near the counter where they serve food.
Looking at it now, I can't help but notice that this diner, and from what I've seen of it so far, entire kingdom, has a rather prominent 1940s feel to it. I also take note of a jukebox playing some rather catchy jazz music. Hmm, after I take care of business here, I'll have to see if it has any tracks by Cheshyre or Locknar, although the likelihood of that is rather small, considering where I am.
When I walk inside, many of the patrons here stare at me like they're looking at an alien. Realizing that my concealed appearance is likely drawing attention, I remove my goggles, my mouth mask, and bandana as I move towards the counter. I still get a few lingering stares, but for the most part, I seem to have diverted the attention from me.
Once I reach the counter, I take the time to admire the many glass containers of sweets on display, from pies, to cakes, to freshly baked cookies. Above the counter stand is a board attached to the wall, showing a menu of the possible drinks available. Mostly coffee or caffeine related.
"Umm… scuse' me? Sir? Would you like me to take your order, or is it to go?" Snapping back to reality, I turn around to the stand to see a girl wearing a white apron under her purple shirt and a diner hat with this place logo drawn on it.
She has black hair reaching to her shoulder with red streaks as well as orange eyes. Although I can only see one of them, her bangs are covering them.
On her apron, I saw her nametag near her left chest: Enid.
Looking down at her hands, she's wearing purple latex gloves to not dirty any of the sweets.
By looking at her, I can tell she's pretty much the cashier/receptionist of this place. Perfect.
"Yeah…I want-"Wait a minute. I don't have any money...shit.
When I remember I don't have money to buy any type of pie, I-*tug*
What the shit? Did somebody put something in my pocket?
Quickly reaching into my coat pocket, I pull it out to see a white letter that randomly appeared in my pocket.
I didn't put any type of letter in my trench coat; it just randomly appeared out of nowhere.
Opening it up to see what it's inside, I find a note inside and what seems to be the currency of this place.
After taking a closer look, I see that the money is brown with the number 50 attached to it at the top left, including a woman who looks rather young with an odd looking umbrella next to her.
"Uhh, I'll get back to you on that," I say to the cashier and I take a seat in one of the stands.
Looking inside again, I see that I now have the Canopy equivalent of 150 bucks on me.
Pulling out the note that this anonymous stranger somehow put it in my coat, I unfolded it to read who sent this to me.
"I see you're hungry, so here's some money to eat or buy a special gift for a 'certain someone' later. Also, there are two guys arguing nearby about losing their jobs in that bakery. Don't worry, they're mercenaries like you. Just tell them you have a job from Mr. M that he'll pay handsomely, Alright? If you do that, they'll definitely help you out. Who knows? They might even help you out afterwards too.
P.S, the money you're holding is called 'Pecunia' or 'pecunias' in plural. Also, just an FYI, but you might want to get some bandages and disinfectant later on, a certain someone will be visiting you at 1:00am and they're probably gonna need it.
So yeah, catch ya later-Krinkels :3"
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DAMN IT! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WEIRDOS FOLLOWING ME AROUND!? AND HOW THE HELL DO THEY ALL KNOW WHAT I'M UP TO!? AND WHY THE FUCK DOES KRINKLES SOUND SO FUCKING FAMILIA-!?
"Great, just fucking great. Thanks to that damn scene you made earlier, we'll be lucky if ANYBODY will want our services now." Upon hearing this, I turn around to see two men arguing with each other at one of the tables.
The one who's blaming the guy at the right is a dude wearing a dark brown trench coat, (with a white cross at the right and a yellow smiley face button at the left) a gray shirt with an alien head on it, blue jeans, brown leather shoes, and a picket sign next to him saying 'Nigh my ass' with blood staining on it.
I take note of the guy's messy red hair, goatee, and black shades.
"Just relax, will you man? That mafia asshole was shady all over, and I for one do not want to work with douchebags that are trying to rip us off. And I'm not sure about you, my mentally ill friend, but I don't want those mobster punks spreading rumors about us being a bunch of pushovers. The way I see it, murdering that guy will just give us some street cred. You should be thanking me!" The other guy who is sitting at the left and wearing a latex jumpsuit covering his entire body which has a red and black design to it. He has a belt wrapped around to his waist with empty holsters since it wouldn't be very smart to walk into a bakery with loaded guns.
"Look, I'm not sure if you noticed, Deadpool, but here in "real-people land", shooting potential customers gives people the implication that we're just crazed gunmen. 'Psychos'…People you don't want to be near!" The red haired guy growls at his costume-clad companion.
"Ah, but the difference between us and those usual, run-of-the-mill psychos, is that we're psychos FOR HIRE! Watch, any minute now, some guy is going to come up to us with a job that'll advance the plot of this story and leave us with something to do!" He claimed confidently.
...Well, he's not wrong...
The red haired guy is about to retort before I come up to the two of them.
"If either of you guys are interested, I actually do have a job for you both." I said, taking a seat in one of the spare chairs. To call these guys strange would be an understatement, but they're all I have to work with right now. The guy in the red suit has a triumphant smile on his face that can be clearly be seen through his mask when he hears my request before looking to the red haired guy with a smug smile.
"Well waddaya know, I was right AGAIN! So, buddy, before either of us can accept this job offer of yours, I have three VERY IMPORTANT questions for you." The red clad guy exclaimed, looking at me intently. "Alright, shoot." I answered, getting a little weirded out by this guy.
"Alright! What are we doing, how much will we get, and how will doing this job affect how the plot progresses in this wonderful crossover fanfic we're in?" He asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
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Wait, crossover fanfic? Before I can ask just what the hell he means when says that, the red haired man speaks up after remaining silent for some time.
"I'll be the one asking the questions, Deadpool." He said, glaring at his companion, now known to me as Deadpool, before looking at me with a skeptical look on his face. "So, why exactly should we trust you? No offence intended pal, but when most of your life consists of dealing with assholes like the one right next to me who's reading about mixing alcohol with diet drinks so we probably get people wasted or us," pointing his thumb towards Deadpool, who was currently in the middle of reading through a book about mixing alcoholic beverages which he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. "you tend to get a bit skeptical of people who conveniently come up to you with job offers." He said, the skeptical look on his face not relenting in the slightest. I was about to address his concerns when Deadpool spoke up for me.
"Hey, settle down Dude. I highly doubt the main character of this story would go out of the way to deceive us, ya hear? I mean, yeah, his series is known for people brutally killing each other, but if you ask me, he seems like a real go-getter."
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What? Jebus, just listening this guy is hurting my brain.
Shaking off my momentary confusion, I decide to speed up this entire conversation by interrupting Deadpool before he can run his mouth any longer. "Alright look, I'm just going to say that this was a job given to me by Mr. M and that I'm supposed to have two guys helping me out with it." I say bluntly. They both seem to perk up when I mention our mutual friend. The man with the red hair speaks up before Deadpool can confuse either of us again.
"Ah, so you're working with corpse-face, eh? Well, that guy's given us some pretty reliable jobs and hasn't screwed us over yet, so I guess we can hear you out. What are the details?" He asks, starting to lower his guard. Nodding, I go over the details of the job and when it's going to take place. After I finish with the explanation, the red-haired dude speaks up again.
"Alright," he says, leaning back into his chair. "Seems like a legit job. You can expect the both of us there. Mind if we get your name?" He asks with a dry smile, extending his hand for me to shake. Taking his hand in a firm grasp, I shake it, giving him my name. "Hank, huh? Gotta admit, I've heard more creative names." He jokes, and I can't help but smile slightly in the process. "Anyway, the idiot in red over there is Deadpool, and you can just call me the "Postal Dude" He answers before releasing his grip. "'Postal Dude?' and here you are giving me shit for having a boring name." I smirk, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. But when reply of what I said, his tone is the usual laid-back tone but with little restrained hostility...I think.
"Jesus, give me a break, will you? I'd tell you it, but I kinda forgot it myself, and don't ask. It's better not to ask what my name means than that Mad Cow apocalypse bullshit I was in." What? "Anyway, my associate and I better get going. We'll meet you we're we agreed on, alright?" I nod in response. Satisfied, he pays for his meal and heads towards the exit, Deadpool following. The last thing I hear out of him was something about "Not getting enough lines," or something along those lines. While the guy name 'Postal Dude' just asked him to shut up as they're 'picking up' their reliable assistance which I heard 'Mcslut' or 'stoned knight' which I really don't want to know who are these 'assistance' are.
I can't help but be a bit amused by those guys. They're strange, yeah, and likely psychotic killers, sure, but that's nothing I haven't already dealt with.
"So, have you decided on what to order yet?" Perking up when I hear this, I look to see that Enid girl looking at me with her notebook raised, ready to take my order. Y'know, I can't help but feel there's something strange about this girl. However, since I've been getting practically nothing but weird vibes from everybody I've talked to so far, I dismissed the feeling. "Yeah, thanks for waiting." I say with a smile before looking right towards her with a dead serious looking at her with a dead serious look in my eyes.
"Alright, get me…" I pause, thinking what I should get before looking at the slightly intimidated waitress with a smile.
Thinking what pie I want, I want something to taste bitter in my mouth.
"A dark chocolate cream pie with milk!" I say, triumph and glee in my eyes. After regaining her composure, Enid quickly writes down my order. "Okay, the total cost will be 20 peccas." I nod and take out the required amount and hand it to her. "That should cover it. Oh! and miss?" I ask as she goes to retrieve my meal. "Yes, something else?" She asks. "I'm looking for a job. Is this place accepting help?" I ask. I can't help but love the idea of working in a bakery. Not only could I provide excellent security, but I'm actually pretty good at baking, if I do say so myself. Looking back at it, I'm really lucky Sanford and Deimos' attempts at cooking didn't numb any of my taste-buds. I swear, those guys are the closest things I have to friends, but half the time, I have to fight off the urge to strangle them.
(Flashback)
*BOOM!* Don't tell me…they destroyed the damn kitchen.
"Uh, hey guys, I smelled some smoke. Is everything alri-" was all I could say before the entire damn kitchen blew up in my face.
After capturing another AAHW base, both Sanford and Deimos said they would cook something up with the rations and supplies they found. Considering they were just going to heat up some hotdogs, my standards for them reached a new low when I found a destroyed kitchen with Sanford and Deimos standing in the middle of it, the both of them covered in soot and Deimos holding onto his HE-grenade launcher. After an awkward moment of silence between us, kind of made even more awkward by the fire alarm and sprinklers, I break the silence.
"You idiots...said you were just going to….heat up some fucking hotdogs….How…? HOW did you guys fuck that up so badly!?" I yelled my temper beginning to fail me. After another moment of silence, Deimos began to explain himself awkwardly.
"Well y'see Hank… I thought maybe...a HE-grenade would speed up the proce-" Deimos was unable to finish his explanation before I backhanded him across the face.
(Present time)
From that day forward, I decided to surf the web on how to properly cook food so I wouldn't have to deal with catastrophes like the one I dealt with that day. I managed to catch onto things pretty quickly and now I'm pretty much the team chef...as well as a trained killer. Caught up in this thought, I didn't notice Enid until she put my pie and milk on my table.
"Here you go sir, as for jobs, we only have an opening for a new cook." She answers with a smile.
"What about security?" I ask, hoping she might make an exception.
"Well, normally we'd have somebody around to make sure any Medici thugs don't come in here and try anything, but I'm really all the security this place needs. Those punks working for the Medici learned that the hard way." She answers with an unnerving smile. Huh, so she's a fighter. Who would've figured? Either way, I accept the offer for the chef job and take the application. From what she tells me, after I fill out the application and everything, I'm supposed to be here at 8:00 AM sharp. Shouldn't be a problem as long as it doesn't get in the way of my main mission.
Either way, after I finish my meal, I take the leftovers to go and leave the bakery to look for a pharmacy of some kind. I may not know who's apparently going to be visiting my apartment, but I'm smart enough to know I shouldn't blow this off as nothing. While searching the streets, I also catch sight of a strange girl a few times. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but something about her is odd. She's wearing a catholic schoolgirl's uniform even though this is apparently the red-light district of the city, and I notice that her hair, of all things, keeps squirming around under her hat. All in all, the girl definitely comes off as strange, but she has a timid look to her, certainly not the look of somebody working with an underground crime syndicate, so I decide to leave her be and return to my search.
After a bit more wandering around, I catch sight of a red neon sign says: Mercy & Medical treatment. The building has a clean and sterile look to it, which definitely stands out compared to everything else.
Before I cross the street to the clinic, another crazy person catches my attention, although at this point, I'm beginning to expect it. This guy definitely stands out compared to everybody else thought, and that's saying something. He's wearing a simple bright red long-sleeve shirt with blue pants and I take note of his disturbingly bright yellow skin. The thing that catches my attention the most those is how this weirdo is arguing with thin air.
"NO! It is Ghostmas day when I throw my pumpkins and spray my ancient Ghostmas hearts at the bar that contains penguins and a Dude who's always happy to see me! No, seriously-he's happy to see me as he brought a metal stick with a cat attached to the end of the cat's butt! NO! You're the fuck off! NO you're the lord Swain!"
Y'know what? I'm not even gonna bother.
I then proceed with crossing the street and ignore that weird kid, who, surprise surprise, feels familiar but I don't know why. Yeah, I have the feeling this is going to be a running theme.
Anyway, after making my way inside the pharmacy, I'm greeted with a clean and neat interior that matches the outside, with various medicines and miscellaneous items to buy. I'm about to look for the medical supplies when I notice somebody come up to me.
"Guttentag sir! Welcome to Mercy & Medical Treatment. Mine name is dr. Angela Ziegler or Mercy, if you'd so prefer. How may I be of assistance?" A platinum, white haired lady said in a German accent is standing near the counter. She's wearing the usual medical blue scrub suit and she looks like she's a German descendent by her pale skin, blue eyes, and the super snow, blond white hair including her rather thick accent.
Okay, time to see if they sell antiseptic and bandage wrappings-*BANG!*-what the hell?
Before I can ask where they keep the disinfectant or bandages, we hear something explode in the room behind her. She sighed, clearly annoyed, and opens the door, to see another medical staff person who looks to be of German nationality as well as a… jebus H. Tapdancing christ. lying on an operating table in front of him is a humongous bald man of Russian nationality. The sight here that warrants my surprise is the fact that his entire chest and gut cavity is wide open for all to see. What's more is the fact that this guy is still alive and wide awake! From what I can see, the fog-like red stream this guy is shooting into his gut is what's keeping him alive.
I'd be a bit more weirded out by this, but that'd be a bit hypocritical coming from the guy who's been shot in the head, impaled, blown up, impaled again, had his head torn off with the lower jaw eviscerated, impaled AGAIN, thrown off a cliff… I think you get the idea. So yeah, after dying so many times, this sight right here really shouldn't be too beyond my comprehension.
"Herr Medic! What are you doing with your Heavy partner!? Today is a weekday, so we have customers! Like the one right here!" Seeing the guy who has black hair, round eye glasses, and his leathered vase covered in blood including not wearing gloves which sort of violate his medical oath that all doctors must follow. He was holding a device with bits of flesh atop of it that looks like pieces of a heart.
"Mercy, please, allow me to explain! I know I'm violating the oath, but I'm doing it for science! Also, bad Archimedes! Shoo!" Defending himself for not following the Hippocratic Oath and using this guy as a guinea pig… and apparently housing a pigeon's nest in his intestines, if the bird I saw fly by was really covered in blood was any indicator.
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Something tells me this guy doesn't have a certified medical license, just call it a hunch.
"Oh calm now Mercy. The Doktor does this on a daily basis?" The Russian man speaks up happily, not at all deterred by the fact that his lower intestines were showing.
"Okay look," I speak up, causing everybody present to look at me. "Can someone just get me some fucking bandages and antiseptic, please? This is all starting to give me a headache." I say, exasperated, as I pinch the bridge of my nose. Not wanting to know whatever they're doing, Ms. Mercy nodded her head as she grab a pile of six bandage wrappings under her desk and placing it on the counter.
"Here is the antiseptic for you friend!" As the Medic covered in blood grabbed something on the floor, he approaches to the counter and drops…a cardboard box filled with 8 bottles of whisky…
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Well, make do with what you have or got, I guess. It shouldn't be too hard to use all this whisky as a makeshift antiseptic. After all the crap I've gone through in Nevada, it shouldn't be too hard to improvise.
"HERR MEDIC! That's not legal what you are doing!" Shouting at her medical worker in crime about selling whiskies to me, he counter her accuse.
"That would be 30 pecs' Herr-and it's very cheap with supplies running low since all the violence rampant in the streetz! So we need to save money!" He argues, both of their voices raising as their argument continues.
"But you are violating the Hippocratic oath-"
"Damn ze oath! the progression of science is more important than ze patient-!"
*BANG*
Startled, everybody in the room looks to me with surprise and shock on their face. I take a moment to appreciate the silence my pistol shot brought me, (As well as the strong scent of gunpowder now in the air,) Before I look towards the Medic and Mercy with an annoyed look on my face.
Thank God I hid my pistol under my coat or things...will get messy.
"30 peccs for everything, right?" I ask as I place the required amount on the operating table. After the Medic takes the money and puts it in his breast-pocket, I take the two boxes of supplies and head towards the exit.
"I'm not paying for the bullet hole by the way." I say as an afterthought before walking out the front door.
Well, I'm definitely going to avoid shopping there if I can.
(Few yards away)
Continuing walking on the street to explore this world more where I felt few minutes has passed, I keep heading down south of here to counter some…some weird walking fish people wandering near the Asian aesthetic complexes. I'm not saying I'm a racist bigot or discriminatory asshole against fish people because I never seen one!
Now seeing a lot fish population in this china town like place with the wooden bridges built everywhere including wooden support roofs, there are also jellyfish lanterns hanging near of the rooftops on strings. Under the bridge is an ocean that's flowing through this Chinatown like complex where it connected to the ocean including the beach near right the corner as some tides are moving in under the wooden pillars. Giving me the feeling there will be floods coming down in this town.
Hearing my stomach growl remembering that I didn't eat yet…I wonder if they have any restaurants here?
Searching for a closet restaurant here, I found a place called Yu-Wan with a green cloth roof top to block the sun and varieties of people eating this joint so I might as well to join in.
Opening the door to smell this place full of delicate cuisines stuffing in the air telling me this place is good, there are rows of wooden tables including two chairs and a fish girl who looks like she's serving the customers here.
In front of the counter is the kitchen. Where a giant big ass fish dude is chopping on a board with his huge ass knife while his left hand is stirring something in the pot although it smells really good!
"Why hello there sir! welcome to Yu-Wan's restaurant, please take your seat if you want to order." Seeing the fish girl walk up to me in greetings, she has blue sky fish scales while others covered in dark blue scales along with orange vibrant fins attached to her arms and her head. Although she has the dark blue scales attached to her head that acts hair while a long fin went down that looks like a pony tail. Atop her head have pearls atop with a clam shell at the center.
Back at her face, she has yellow eyes but her iris is bright purple.
Getting back to the girl's attention, I look back at her apron to see her nametag: Minette
Nodding to the girl Minette, I took a nearby sit as she asked me what drink I'm going to have with my meal…do they have cola here?
But before I can make my order, I hear a rude ass guy interrupting with my order as his boyfriend with him has a snarky grin that REALLY makes me want to punch his teeth in.
"HEY GIRLIE! Can we get some service here?" Turning her head at those two who asking for their death wish from me, she apologize to me of their not so courteous tone.
"Sorry sir, but it has to wait." Reaching those two, they are really asking for trouble as they're making racist pick-up lines to hook this Minette who's very timid but smart enough not to go with them. But the guy's really pushing my temper as I heard his pick-up line. "You know…you are really cute…for a stinkin' gill-girl." Wow, what a dick.
Before I can go and teach these punks some manners, I notice somebody beat me to the punch.
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR FUCKING RACIST MOUTHS?! I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!" Recognizing the voice, I see that it belongs to the same blue-haired guy I ran into at the diner!
"Xero…no, please don't do this in broad daylight!" Hearing Minette slight cries knowing this Xero guy said in worried, disappointed tone like he does this every day. The two got up their seats and there's about to be a brawl here which I might join in with him since these guys pissing me off.
"You looking for a fight, asshole!?" Grabbing the machete behind his back, the two begin to circle at each other as everyone watching like this is entertainment then helping us out…bystander effect really hits hard as everyone is a freaking pussy here but except me.
"Yeah, throw that shitty blade you got their so I can break your fucking arms you fatass sucking prick!" Taunting the big guy to spark his wrath, the guy charged right at him with brute force but Xero got him right handed when he sidestepped, ducking from the blade contacting to his neck, and grabbed onto his right arm that carries the where I heard a nasty snap! Where he's now crying in utter pain while his arm pointing at the wrong direction that no normal arm should be.
"RICCO!" Grabbing something onto his pocket where I precisely observed it as it's a holster, he got a fucking gun in the brawl fight…so it's my time to intervene here as well where I put my mask back on and my goggles so they wouldn't know my face.
Running at him where my boots made silent steps that he didn't realized I'm behind him. I grabbed onto his forehead as my fingers piercing through his skull where I felt his frontal lobe and I hear screaming while grabbing onto his arm where he holds his revolver. Tearing his arm off with a vicious pull that his bone and flesh near his armpit ripped in half like butter while atop of his dismembered arm holding his gun.
Throwing his limb away where I heard the revolver went off that made the crowd cry in horror from the shot or the grotesque violence we're about to do here as they run out from the shop to avoid this extreme brutally. I decided finish him off as I slammed the guy's skull at the edge of the table where I hear his skull cracked as he lies their bleeding.
*CHOP!*
Heard something cut open, I found the Xero guy holding the asshole's machete as his entire head been chopped off while blood spewing in the air, painting the wooden floor.
"*Sigh* Xero, what did you do this time?" Turning to the source of the female voice, I spotted a very…revealing cat lady who's barely wearing any clothing.
(Xero)
"Nadia! Sorry about that…these guys are 'really' pissing me off and I think they're looking for you." Seeing their mafia get up here and their fucking shit voices they made. It's pretty obvious they're the Mafia as they're extreme assholes which I want tear them to shreds with my Aero-Blade!
Nadia Fortune (or Ms. Fortune if you want to make it simple) is a closet feline friend I have and she really reminds me of an old dead friend. I mean it, she really sounded so like her to which made me reminiscent to the past of my old teammates of our misfit' personalities of how we are dicking around with each other.
Anyways, Nadia is a feral cat as she wears…revealing clothing set up where her green turtle neck shirt only reaching half of her chest, her ripped pants is now latex shorts-shorts that look like black panties with pockets near her, and her bell attached to her neck. Her white hair is bulb-cut and has feline ears atop of her head while a tail hanging between her legs. She's pretty much sort of immortal as she has white cut marks everywhere on her limbs including her neck.
"Xero, you really need to control yourself and I can handle this by myself…also who's your friend?" I can't help it Nadia, you really remind me someone I know and I don't want to lose-wait, friend?
Turning around where her right hand finger was pointing at-and that's the asshole I met in the bakery!
"You are the guy I met in the Bakery! Are you fucking stalking you prick!?" Shouting at the guy who I saw back at the bakery, he just raised his hands as this is a fucking coincident.
"Hey I'm hungry here! I was just finding a place to eat and when these assholes decided to attack I decided to help you out!" Coincidence? I think fucking not!
"Hey, Xero…are you trying scare the customers during in broad daylight, you know Nadia can knock them out so the customers wouldn't cry from the bloodshed!?" Seeing Yu-wan the chef getting little pissy here of me from murdering this dickhead and this other guy helping taking out this other dickhead here.
"I'm trying not to fight during business hours but those mafia assholes are really asking for me to strangle them and also I heard rumors they're trying to find Nadia which I don't want them to know she's here!" Knowing that Nadia is associated with Yu-Wan restaurant, I don't risk them being victims of those gangsters and being a burden to Nadia later on. Like what hope they'll be okay!? There's a fucking dry chance of none in my book as everyone who are closed to each other are victims…like my pupil Enid where we somehow got into this world by a flash of light…and I'm young here as Enid has a normal life.
I don't want to lose you guys and I don't want to risk of you being hostages!
"*Sigh* and who are you stranger who's a friend of Xero?" Turning this stalker if he knows I'm the creator of my Bolvrek Squad show that's really popular since I'm the well-known, extremely rich animator who invented the 3D graphics and animations techniques that looks really Japanese anime, I wanted to make sure he isn't those crazy fans who wanted me to autograph his stuff!...Or an assassin in that matter. I will kill this dick if he harm me, Yu-Wan's family, or even Nadia herself which I'll kill him in this sight if he harms her personally!
"Um…no, I was here to order food but these guys here just ruined my day here!" So you are here for the food…that's it? Well that's what you say sure, you did to me a favor killing that guy so…we might as well join in our meal time after you and I clean these corpses up!
"Well…you did help Xero and Xero seems to know you, so you might as well get some free meals with Xero, Nadia. So you might as well join us after you two-clean the mess here!" Hearing Yu-Wan shouting and noticing his eyes twitching even though his eyes are closed, this asshole got really lucky as he didn't join these dicks if he did help them out…or things will change dramatically for us.
Although I didn't catch his name so I decided to ask him who he is.
"Hey, I want to ask you…who the hell are?" Wanting this douchebag's name, the guy removed his goggles and his pulling off his mask where I saw his red eyes, pale skin including bandages wrapping his skins along some snitches over his jaw area. He told me his name after staring at the jaw snitches like he's Stein from Soul Eater.
"The name's Hank Wimbleton…so must be Xero that these people call you right?" Nodded my head to him, I turn around to see Yu-Wan the owner of this joint holding two mops and the bucket to clean up the blood here as well the two body bags to hide the bodies we committed.
"Here's the equipment to clean the blood up, and drop the bodies onto the ocean so they wouldn't suspect us we committed murder here as the Medici wouldn't be please of us killing their men." This really turning a bad for me and joining this asshole Hank that I don't know at all, I'll really want to stab myself than being with him.
For some reason, I have a feeling I'm going to fight him at some point soon?
"Is he always like that and always fight?" Turning to the giant anthropomorphic fish friend which this dickbag name Hank question about this blue 'punk' he mentioned, the Owner I know just sighed about me.
"Unfortunately yes, he always does start violence in Little Innsmouth during midnights and making a lot of high Mafia murder rates from him. But it does help us to keep the mafia away from this place during closing times…sometimes." Glad he's thankful of what I'm doing for this place.
(6 hours later)
"So we'll see each other at some point?" As Hank and I are leaving this place in our own separate paths as the sun is setting down making this place beautiful. I nodded my head to him…but a bad feeling creeping into my gut saying we'll end up being enemies later. Even after we clean up the restaurant, eat together or just plain hangout like 'friends' we are…those feelings won't last long.
"Yeah I think so…but I believe it will be a bad thing if we ever meet again." Knowing our temporal friendship wouldn't last long, Hank just shrug his shoulders and carries his stuff in hands as he leaves to his apartment, not saying anything to us at all.
"Hank seems legitimate to my eyes but I have a bad feeling about him." Whispering to Nadia next to me where we standing next to each other as we're about to leave to our separate paths. Nadia just sighed at me and grab onto my left shoulder, worried about my mentality as I'll end up losing myself.
"Xero…I'm worried about you, we hang out together for one year and you're still losing yourself from your rage to your foes that are against you. I don't want you to succumb by your own anger." Nadia…I know it's hard, but having a normal like I go through…you know my past of how I went through hell, how Enid has a normal life than me here, and-
Before I can think anything else, I felt soft lips pressing against mine…it made me feel calm, relaxed, and knowing someone I'm really closed to where it's Nadia's lips.
That was new...
Removing the passionate kissed I had, Nadia told me something. "Xero…do you remember how we met?" Yeah I remember that day when I heard Minette about to get raped by those Mobster lowlifes during the midnight…it was pretty brutal of what I did during that time last year.
Me and Nadia...sort of have a long history together and pretty complicated of how we met.
(Flashback)
Wondering how I got here in the first place…I only remembered a bright flash of light during our final stand with Enid helping me. Where I'm teleported here…young again and another conflict in this place as the now liberal queen trying to help this kingdom fighting against the mafias and the so called Skullgirls appearing…what a fucking joke. Everyone dies here, and the sinners always still exist.
Seeing I'm somewhat having a normal life here, I got a career as a animator. Where I start drawing for a starting company that don't have a name or don't know how to name themselves yet, I call the company 'Xionico' by an animator I so inspired by. Which I told my story of my adventures with Bolverk Squad which really is badass, epic story I went through and my animation techniques I learned from my world, making my animated skills look very superb along unique from this black-white shit from the old Disney crap themes. Where the series starting to get a cult following real fast during its first episode and the lowly studio decided to let me be the head president including all my creative freedom I have with me.
I always dream of being an animator since I draw a lot during my time in Bolverk Squad. But now, my dream came true here as this is sort of new for Canopy Kingdom as the story and style attracted millions of pre-teens to watch it. Although I'm restricted to create something extremely brutal since this is a show for teenagers, not adults.
"Help-*Mrrrph!*" "No one's going to help you fish girl!" Turning my head to the group of guys wearing business suits, I know too well they're the gang which trying to piss me off when one who tried to racket my studio as he died mutilated, dismembered in the streets to make an example if they fuck with me or my studio!
So I decided give them a little vengeance for trying to rob my place as my Blood Wires materialized in my hands by a flash of light.
Somehow I can summon my weapons at will without my suit or any device near me to access it like someone storing my weapons elsewhere, but I can't located it or tell where its stored.
Gripping hard on the wires in my hands as the wires flashes brightly meaning they're ready to grab the twenty five bastards I'm seeing in my sight as they'll ensnared by them and ripped into pieces!
Focusing my weaponry in my hands, I lift my hands up and harshly leashed down where the wires begin to fly and entangled the many Mafia scums I grabbed as they hanging from them as well some hint of fear creeping in their faces.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN-*SPLAUCK!*" Before they can realized the threads came from me, they were ripped into large chunks of pieces where their bones were ripped in half, organs split into two, and their blood went flying when I pull the red strings.
"HOLY FUCKING DICK-" Turning to the guy who's holding the fish girl hostage where I leave him unharmed to show him my built up rage, I rush through with no mercy as I tackled him at the side where I pinned him down in the ground, crying like a bitch he is.
"PLEASE I CAN DO ANYTHING FOR! MONEY! BITCH-!" Before he can say anything as he trying to pussy out and not giving me a damn challenge, he futilely tried to bribe me but ending up putting my fist onto his face when his words sparking my ire!
"Cunt! Cunt! CUNT! CUNT!" Shouting in total rage, I kept pelting the fucker's face ferocity where my right fist covers in his blood when my punches savagely crushing though his head with all my fucking energy!
"CUNT!" Landing a final blow, my penetrated through his face, through his skull, through his brain, and now through the wooden sidewalk where my entire arm sticking through his head!
"Minette! I'm coming for meow-holy fucking mackerel haystack!"
(Ended)
"And then you were freaking out about me and starting to defend Minette from me…but after weeks pass by and eating at my favorite restaurant she works at, including my daily visits here every day. You become more open to me and little de-sensitive of my…'ways' I do here." Explaining how we met in morbid details, she frown and giving me a worried look.
"Xero…you told me your past, who you are before, and what you do before. I don't want to lose you by your past consuming you wholly because this is a new start for you as I'll get fearful of that day I saw you." I'm trying to adapt to this place…but the nightmares haunt me. When I woke up here, I was inside a lab with Enid and the bodies of my dead comrades. Omega and Askad's bodies were taken from me when the scientists transfer them to Lab 0. I try to fight them but something tick in my head that I must not provoke them of any way as they'll be a real pain.
The scientists say they have interesting 'samples' in their bodies and 'must' be tested. I wanted them to be buried with dignity, not being fucking lab rats!
So there's only me, Enid, and Kary where her body somehow turn normal that she's now a fleshy human than her robotic self. I don't care as she's dead while she's being preserved in the cryo-chambers.
Now I lost my friends, I only have you and Enid, including frequent nightmares of you being permanently dead with a distorted figure that's gray and has red eyes while holding your jewel in that murderer's hands.
"Nadia…I know I can escaped the burdens in my mind but I can't escape from them. I try but there's no guarantee this will be pleasant for me." Asserting my struggles to her, I do my best not to go berserker around her…but it won't be easy for me.
"Don't over think about it Xero, I understand-so let's hit the road and leave Little Innsmeowth!" Hearing her cat puns again, I always get annoyed from that as my eye twitches from that pun.
"Yeah let's fucking leave…just please don't use your cat puns." Seeing Nadia's old personality is back, she gave me a toothy grin and rubbing my blue hair as my hoodie is off, revealing my long ponytail behind me.
"Don't sweat it Xero, so anyways, see yeah cowboy!" Walking to our own paths, I wave my left hand back to her as I head back to Lab 8 to hear Patricia's bratty bitching at me of using her damn of her old school cartoons she watches. Probably Stanley is being busy with something as he made a copy of Nadia Fortune as Stanley met her personally out of his respect…albeit robotic for security purposes along watching Kary's body making sure no one 'testing' her or else I'll be in a rampaging mood, and high chances that Big-Band is out in the streets where he's fucking monologuing to himself again about his life which nobody cares.
What great friends I have back at home.
Walking in the bridge of Little Innsmouth and minding my own business as I look at the beautiful sunset out in the distance. I spotted something under the sunsets where I saw three figures but obscured my vision from the sunlight.
Getting curious who are these three, I headed forward and when the sunlight is out of my eyes…there were gone.
Huh…strange.
(Apartment: 7:00 AM)
(Hank)
Getting up to the stairs and carrying my supplies in my hands I headed back to my room and probably listen to Matt being an annoying asshole to me.
Getting to my room and preparing myself from Jolly's insults. It never came and only I hear mumble chatters inside his room door…I wonder what he's saying inside.
Placing my ear near the door so I can hear carefully what he's doing inside. It's made really shock and surprise from this sudden revelation I heard.
"Thank you Alex of coming here…so anyways, can you tell us more about this place you made so we can have a head start here?" Hearing Matt talking to him, the person that Matt's talking sounded very Middle Eastern tone in his voice by his accent.
"Well Canopy Kingdom is where the Royal Renoir family and the Medici Mafia controlling this place of trying to show dominance one to another. But the Skullgirls are really the hard pushers as they make problems for both sides." Hmmm, this guy is an inhabitant of this and giving them a history? Are these guys supposed to know where they are?
"Yeah, we're going caused some havoc here as everyone is joining in this world while the Trinity that we dealt with wouldn't see this coming…anyways. Sean Hodges, Devin Martin! Is our soundtracks are done yet because we can import your music already!?" Wait, Trinity? As in the Trinity that contracted with me?!
Getting really suspicious as I want to barge in there and kick the door down but a sudden sense of pacifism overwhelms my head, as my body is compelling me not to enter this place.
"Yeah, me, and Devin hear finished the music-but we have an eavesdropper here!" Eavesdropper-oh fuck, I been caught!
Hearing another guy's voice inside where his voice sounded a little bit mischievous as I got up from the door, I heard footsteps coming towards me.
"So Hank…how's your day and hearing our conversation. I really wonder how you jack off in the streets and being an A-hole while in Innsmouth!" Okay, he somehow knows I was Little Innsmouth. I really want to barge in there to get some answers but my body wouldn't let me-and I feel forget something I heard before? What was that…Trinity I think I remember? Fuck, why I can't remember!? I remember the rest but I can't remember the important part in my head!
"Oh man that was hilarious, so funny I forgot to laugh. Look, I haven't done shit to you and you've been nothing but an abrasive prick since we met! Can you just stop talking to me!? What the hell are you even doing in there that's so important?" Trying to defuse his sense of humor of me being angry to him, he only answered me vaguely and still being a dick to me.
"We're doing some plans here Dickhead Hank and we're doing it in our own video game…don't you see small dickhead? Ah no you wouldn't you're too much of a thick retard to see brilliance if it hit you in the face." OKAY, Y'KNOW WHAT? FUCK THIS GUY AND FUCK NOT DOING ANYTHING! In a blind rage, I break down Jolly's apartment door with a mighty kick and grab my surprised neighbor by his shirt before ramming him against his wall harshly.
"Okay, I'm going to make this VERY clear," I begin calmly, looking at Jolly dead in the eyes. "I am DONE putting up with your shitty attitude and smartass remarks. Up until now, I've been nice and patient with you and put up with your cringe-worthy remarks that even an immature 5-year old would be ashamed of. If I hear one more wisecrack directed towards me, then I will beat your punk-ass within an inch of your life, steal all your damn money, use that money to buy a new car, then proceed to string you up to the back of it while I drive through this entire damn city without stopping. After words, I will then rip the guts out of your mutilated body and f* # them before I leave your broken and desecrated remains to rot and float in the flooded streets of Little Innsmouth. Are. We. Clear?"
Terrified, Jolly shakily nods his head. Satisfied that I got my message across, I gently put him down and wipe the dust off his shoulders.
Although for some reason...when I look inside in his apartment room, there is nothing but total darkness and decay in there which is just an empty, unused room. Then looking back at Jolly's eyes. He seems to be not shitting himself of my intimidating actions but a rather uncaring acting in his eyes like he's suspected this to happen.
Although I want to kill this motherfucker but something in my stomach telling I shouldn't kill him or...bad things will happen to me.
"Okay~!" I begin cheerily...for some reason I shouldn't be smiling at this event I made. "Glad we understand each other. Well, it's been a long day, and I think I'm going to relax now. Good luck on that game of yours, neighbor~!" I say cheerily, retiring to my apartment.
There's something defiantly wrong with that guy when I'm putting my poker face. Where I felt he's making a big grin and planning something…not entirely positive for me.
Turning around to check this annoying punk, he wasn't there anymore like he vanished out of air. Also I can't recall what he's facial features are and his body looks like where I suddenly forget.
I really shouldn't fuck with this guy and I'll probably really regret this…
Stepping inside of here to go inside my bedroom to myself ready and watch some T.V to break the time, I notice something in the eating table that wasn't there before when I left.
On the table were two big grey boxes stack atop each other and a white note folded atop of the box.
Realizing someone just broke inside my home and seeing the door locked, my gut is telling me that this person is either a 'master of unlocking' (sorry) or he can teleport… both of which seem pretty unlikely
Grabbing the note and unfolded it, I realize this note's from the same guy from earlier.
Here's something important if you are doing it at Midnight. Go at the Steam house as the others you hired will to the other two dead-drop assignments. So here some gifts I gave you so you can be a little Agent 47 with these. Also…
"Just do what it comes natural" to quote your pal Tricky. Anyways, enjoy your gifts- Krinkels :D
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! All this ambiguous bullshit is really starting to piss me off!
...Then again, I shouldn't deny any help if it's being offered.
Putting the top box on the table, I lifted the small, square box cover. I look inside to see there's two AMT hardballers with muzzle barrels that you can attached two silencers which I saw the two silencers near atop of the gun. Under it is the classic UMSC Ka-Bar combat knife that fits with my knife holster in my belt, and a smooth, refined garrote wire to strangle someone up close if they're not paying attention.
Knowing these weapons is for my silencing my foes when I'm doing Mr. M's job. I wonder what's in the other box that contains something for me?
Lifting the cover of this second box, there inside are the dual Micro-Uzis that I use to go against Jebus and penetrating through their base. Near under it are the ammunition for both of my AMT Hardballers and the Micro-Uzis for the louder assignment, where eight magazines of .45 ACP bullets and another eight magazines of 9x19mm parabellum bullets for me to continue on shooting.
Noticing another note a top of the Uzis, it's from Krinkels again to give me heads up advice that I probably know.
"Okay…use these Uzis during your time when you enter that location for out of vengeance. So don't use the Uzis now if you want to ruin M's assignment. Go ahead.
-Again, Krinkels :3
Hearing this guy is egging on me to make myself a failure in M's dead-drops… I wish this guy would just leave me alone. What the hell does he want from me?
[(Atop of a building three blocks away north)]
[A soldier]
"Hank J. Wimbleton: analyzed and confirmed…sending data to the A.A.H.W and accessing to the Auditor's account." Hearing my closet Soldat companion near my back as he identify and confirmed that Hank's here, the five of us have been analyzing this world when we found trace of abnormalities during Hank's abduction , tracing back to this place…meaning the Highers are involve to interfere with our plans to terminated Hank and satisfy the Auditor's will.
Entering our chat rooms inside our goggle visor eye-pieces, we entered our accounts and speak upon the Auditor of our reconnaissance report in this world including our location of Hank.
[Chat room mode: online]
OBSV072: online
OBSV071: online
OBSV070: online
OBSV069: online
BIGBADAUD999: online
BIGBADAUD999: what's your report?
OBSV072: Hank Wimbleton is confirmed in this world sir and this world is called Canopy Kingdom
OBSV071: We also detected our escaped Project Nexus experiments like Dr. Seruzies of a former Nexus Scientist we experiment on and Project: 111a a escaped error Soldat from the core, when both of them detected an unknown presence near Hank as they broke out with extreme prejudice.
OBSV070: Also we have more reports of more unknown anomalies popping out that aren't from this world as they are from other worlds. High likelihood that the Highers' are doing this to cause some havoc.
0BSV069: Do we kill Hank already and deal with the escaped experiments including setting up the Improbability Drive? Or we wait our orders sir?
BIGBADAUD999: Wait for your orders soldats. You are too weak to fight Hank as you all fail and compromised our presence here which alerted Hank that we found him. We deal the experiments later and I'll wait until I find a naïve victim to activate the Drive thinking it'll benefit the person.
BIGBADAUD999: If our timing is right, I'll send project I.V to terminate Hank and possibly resurrect his old time target where his cowardice turn into a real cowboy to take down him in retribution. Or even both if time will tell here. Also I'll send out our employers to take care of the experiments that'll attract too much attention in this place as the residents will be onto us.
OBSV072: What about Tricky or Jebus? Can they take care of Hank instead of making new high killers?
BIGBADAUD999: Absolutely Invalid! Tricky will end up compromising our stealth operations here as he's too insane and too stupid to be quiet along his thirst to kill Hank. Jebus Christoff in the other hand, has questionable loyalties as hemay end up turning into an Iscariot than a savior to the A.A.H.W if he sees our ideals…unethical and too insane.
OBSV071: So continue our recon observation?
BIGBADAUD999: Yes and don't compromised our presence from him or the experiments of their awareness of us. Signing out
[BIGBADAUD999: offline]
"Jebus Christoff! I taught that this conversation will take long!" Hearing my fellow Soldat complain on waiting, I silence so we can get to work.
"Stop now Soldat, we're lucky we're not in Nevada because will have our heads if you said that. Anyways, let's enjoy this place while it last before all Hell will break lose here." To be honest, the place is pretty nice.
"What about the projects?" What about the Nexus experiments? I don't care because I don't want to get killed from them along the Auditor dealing with it personally.
"Who cares about them? Probably they're making a host who is as a victim of experimentation as they'll plan something highly destructive which that's unlikelihood that happens." For some reasons, I'm eating my words when I said which I'll regret.
(Little Innsmouth)
(An experiment)
I'll…fucking…KILL…that…NURSE BITCH!
Letting out my rage against the Nurse whore who transform me into this and the bastard Brain-Drain trying to control my head! I heard whispers…whispers of salvation and retribution.
YOU NEED US!
Opening my eyes, I saw a doctor and an angel with a smile standing in front of me. Where I can hear that bastard that's trying to control my mind is gone, and now I hear clearer…thirst for vengeance and the powers from them to let myself free from those hell labs!
JOIN US IN SALVATION!
Feeling the grasp of salvation and freedom inside my head, I embraced them and let my rage take control, so I can kill Nurse who transformed me into this!
Then there was darkness...
[To be continued]
Will chapter 3 is re-written and now I'm tired as hell. Also I got a new Computer since mine's running like crap.
Anyways, Xero is pretty much Walt Disney in Skullgirl's universe, A.A.H.W is here, and other people from other franchises joining in as everyone are getting teleported.
So again, thank you Lolrus555 on proofreading this and next chapter is Hank doing the Dead-drop…which sort of pretty short.