A/N Well hello there. So this is the NNNNEEEEEEWWWW CCCCHHHHHAAAAAPPPTTTEEERRR (I couldn't think of more to put into this note but aaaahhhhhh well) *smiles manically* enjoy
Chapter 3: Horror
I've, no we've wandered through the dust for days now. He just rambles on about meat and killing. Occasionally I've tried talking to him, but he just screams and hits us with the Buzz-Axe. Our weapon is coated in a thick layer of blood and bits of fallen foes. In the quiet moments I can move a toe or a finger, but he regains control and hits us with the blasted axe. Because of our ridiculous healing the wounds he inflicts on us disappear within seconds. Luckily he has enough common sense to hit us with the blunt side so we don't die.
"Hey so, umm. Monster? No, big guy? No what should I call myself? Do you have any ideas me?" "I AM THE ROYAL MACHINATION OF GORE AND DEATH! THY SHALL DEEM ME, THE LORD OF MEATLAND! SIR BONER-SAUCE THE FORTY-SIXTH!" He shouted into the sky and then proceeded to hit us repeatedly. "How about Krieg, since you love fighting so much" I mumbled to myself, but he obviously heard because he pouted "but, but I'm the meat-man of Goreville. I am the MOST GLORIOUS PRETTY PRINCESS THIS WEAK KINGDOM HAS EVER SMELT!" "Yep definitely going to call you Krieg, my insane counterpart."
Strangely it feels almost nice. Letting someone else do everything for you. Apart from the obvious problems like not being able to do anything more than lift a finger and always attacking the nearest thing with reckless abandon. But I still hate it, it's concerning. Will I be stuck in this limbo forever? Watching the world from another's eyes. Never changing, never truly living. Will I be like this until something tears me apart watching all the while never feeling a thing? I'll keep trying to regain control, one day I'll be free and he'll be gone.
We came across a small bandit camp. Nothing more than a few teens that ran away from home and stole a couple of cheap guns. They hadn't noticed us yet. One of them turned around and saw a bloodthirsty grin and a purple eye staring at him menacingly.
The first's screams seemed to egg him on. Laughing and shouting with glee he yelled "YOUR FAMILY IS NEXT!" Rushing towards another we brought our axe down on his head. The saw tearing through his skull and turning his brain into a red and grey mush. This time we just giggled manically and continued to rip the rest of them to shreds. Once the last one's mewls of pain had ceased He roared into the night sky "I AM THE MUFFIN MAN OF GLORIOUS MURDER AND FIRE!"
"Take the guns, take them TAKE THEM YOU IDIOTIC MANIAC." I berated him, he responded by screaming about blood and meat and hitting us with the axe. "SHUT UP! MY GLORIOUS FLESH SLICER IS ALL THE COOKIES I NEED MOTHER!" "But, ah fuck it. You're never going to listen to me anyway." "THAT'S RIGHT WORM! NOW HUSH AND LEAVE ME TO MY LICKS."
It seemed that he never slept, ate nor drank anything. But I guess that's one of the very few of being a, monster. Damn saying it makes it all the more real, but at the same time I know that I'm a good person. But monster isn't too far from what we have become. Yesterday we came across a mother and a daughter being raped by some lowly bandits. Filthy, dirty scum of Pandora. But, I guess we are not so different to them now
After butchering about fifty fuckers. He, he committed an act so horrifying I couldn't look. I should've done something, anything to stop him. But I couldn't, and that is true helplessness. Not being able to stop an atrocity that YOUR DOING!
The young girls' sobs could barely be heard over the stretching of skin and the breaking of bone. He was tearing the poor mother's head, off. He was singing while doing it. "What would thy do with a drunken whaler?" He took his sweet time, possibly to make it worse I don't know. But her skull split down the middle and he practically died of laughter. "Fly little birdie FLY SO THAT I DON'T SHOVE YOU DOWN MY TALK HOLE!" Then he decided to throw it at the girl, it hit her in the eye. Her mothers' brain matter and blood splattering all over her face. The skull of her mother encasing her own. Her sobs got even worse as we stepped closer to her. He just licked her face clean and walked off into the flowing dunes of the Dust.
A/N. So um a bit dark but I did warn you. But hey 2K didn't say he was a good guy. Besides it's not that bad, I mean I could've gone into really graphic detail but I didn't want to scar you guys forever. The thing that I find with most of the other Krieg FFs out there he's a little soft, if you get my meaning. But at the end of the day he's still in an early stage of his insanity. I thought it was a good Idea to end it here. BTW updates will now be on Sundays. You'll get a little mid-week present from me later. Also my offer still stands, if you are still playing borderlands 2 (pc) PM me your tag. I know it's a little personal but it gets lonely sometimes. JK but seriously. *smiles maniacally*