(A/n: Howdy, Dipstick here. Quick reminder, Monster Girl Quest IS. A. HENTAI. GAME, so don't question the may leave while your eyes haven't been cursed yet…)
Chapter 1
This isn't Nevada…
Somewhere in ?
All Wank remembered was being stuck and impaled on the MAG's claws. Her body was coated in crimson blood, and her body going off like a forest fire. But now… she felt free. She felt like she was in some sort of lucid state.
'Guess I'm dead…' Wank thought in her mind as she continued to drift.
For all she knew, she was going to the "Other Place" or Purgatory. She had only been to Purgatory and didn't know what was the "Other Place", after all it was just a theory cooked up by the Nexus Core.
"...Why haven't I touched the ground yet?" Wank asked herself as she noticed she hadn't touched anything yet.
From what she could tell she was still airborne. It was normal in Purgatory, guess the Machine was still removing her S-3LF from her body. While she waited for her soul to be removed, she felt as if nothing was happening.
'Okay. What's going on?' Wank asked herself impatiently. 'Unbinding a S-3LF shouldn't take this long.' Wank mentally stated, realizing that she should've been unbinded by now.
She finally opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the sky. An unfamiliar bright blue sky and not the red Nevadan sky, nor the black void of Purgatory.
Wank was puzzled, seeing this unfamiliar sighting, 'Huh. That's new.'
Wank couldn't tell if it was the loss of blood or it was just her seeing things, but it was puzzling to say the least.
She then finally noticed her hair was flowing upwards. "Am I flying?"
Wank soon turned her body over and saw the floor. It was green and not exactly looking like it belonged to Nevada. It also seemed to be coming closer.
Then the dots in her head connected. She wasn't flying, she wasn't floating, she was instead falling. Wank's stomach jumped to her throat after knowing how long she had been falling.
"OH SHIT!"
Wank exclaimed after noticing how fucked she was. From what she was seeing, she was going to crash land into a tree.
The adrenaline that she had previously lost, all went inside of her head, the wounds that were still on her continued to leak out blood. Her blood trailing close behind her, almost like they were chained to her.
Her eyes darted around the entire forest, searching for anything that could "cushion" her fall. The assassin looked for hay bales, snow, hell, even a leaf pile. But deep down, Wank knew that none of those items would help her at all.
All she could do was watch as she got closer and closer. The very least she could do is brace herself for impact.
"Oh Lord and Savior, Jebediah Christoff! Please forgive me of my sins and protect me for this one instance!" Wank cried out as she put her arms in a cross formation, ready to break her arms just to live.
/ Bullet -Time: Engaged!/
Wank turned on their Bullet-Time in a last ditch effort to shield herself. She looked away from the tree she was about to hit, and braced herself.
*CRACK!*
Pain Tolerance Damage
GAME OVER.
Somewhere in Nevada…
2BDamned was in his office pacing around. His arms crossed behind his back and head down.
'Where the fuck are they? They're never this late… I can't even find them in Purgatory… Hell, I sent Dedmos to find them in Purgatory and not even he could find a trace.'
While it was true that there are multiple Hank S-3LFs that existed in Purgatory, they all seemed to vanish as well. 2BDamned had tried to search for those very same S-3LFs with little luck.
It wasn't common for Hank to go dark after a mission, but even more for Wank. She was one of 2BDamned's most trusted mercenaries. Even if she wasn't as loyal to the S.Q as the others, she was still a valuable asset.
2BDamned slammed the table and shoved anything off the table, "Tch. Dammit! Where in all of Nevada, are you two!" 2BDamned shouted into the air, trying to summon Hank into his office.
"Hank, If you come back, I'll buy that MP7 you wanted!" 2BDamned tried to call Hank, via the use of bribery. Yet nothing seemed to summon Hank.
Victor came in to see the moody "doctor." "Why don't you just use that little trick that you do to him? That little "pspsps" thing." Victor asked 2BDamned in a half joking manner.
2BDamned only groaned, "Why don't you fetch me some coffee while I try to call Hank again…" Victor followed 2BDamned's order and went to the kitchen for some coffee beans.
"Alright then, if this doesn't work… pspspsps." 2BDamned let the little noise slip through his mask, trying to attract any Hank within a light year distance.
The noise that would usually attract cats, would oddly enough also call Hank over. It was quite puzzling how Hank could hear this from miles away, but this time Hank didn't come after 2BDamned.
'Yep, Hank is totally gone. Dammit.'
2BDamned grumbled a little, a little bit salty about losing both of the top mercenaries, "Looks like this is a job for them…"
2BDamned roamed over towards his radio and made a call. "Hey Sanford, Deimos. I have a new mission, get over here when you're done."
2BDamned heard some gunshots over the radio before a young and snarky voice came on. "Really? Right now, Doc? We're in the middle of a gunfight, I just got shot in the chest, and you want us on a third mission?" Deimos asked, through bursts of rifle fire.
"My name isn't "Doc", Deimos. My name is fucking 2BDamned. It's not even four syllables, yet you still can't call me by my name." 2BDamned said with a nagging attitude.
"What? Why not? You always let Hank call you Doc, and let him insult you until you're a pile of ash. Why can't I do the same?" Deimos asked, while Sanford was shouting in the background of the call. Presumably being chokeslammed by a Half-MAG.
"...Because. Hank and I have known each other for a long time. I can tell when he is insulting me or just fucking with me. The name "Doc" was something that I allowed Hank to call me since I was technically his doctor, despite me being more of an engineer." 2BDamned answered Deimos's question.
Deimos was flabbergasted after hearing that 2BDamned wasn't even a doctor. "You aren't a doctor?"
2BDamned groaned, "No. I don't have a medical degree, I have a degree in engineering."
"Anyways, why can't you just send Victor or the other Deimos to do it?" Deimos didn't really want to go on another mission after the one he and Sanford were already doing.
2BDamned groaned and cleared his voice, "How about you stop whining, and repay me for the surgery I just gave you! Dedmos will be accompanying you two!" 2BDamned scolded Deimos through the radio.
"You didn't give me surgery! That was the other Deimos or Dedmos… Whatever. You gave him surgery, not me!" The younger Deimos shouted at 2BDamned.
(A/n: If you're confused by the Deimos shit, don't think about it too much; it isn't really relevant in this story. Simply, Deimos dies, Doc resurrects him, and accidentally brings a second Deimos who's half the age of OG Deimos.)
2BDamned cleared his throat, "If you don't get your dumb ass to the next mission. I will shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll be picking toenails out of your mouth." 2BDamned threatened Deimos.
"Jeez, okay I got it…" Deimos said with a groan lingering in his voice. "Deimos going out." He said before hanging up the call.
"Damn it…" 2BDamned placed his goggles on his palms and looked angry.
"Hey, boss. I got an idea." Victor said, coming out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee for both 2BDamned and himself. "Elaborate." 2BDamned took the cup from Victor's hand.
"Remember that guy in the old Annex Building you left him in? Skek I think his name was." Victor sipped from his cup.
2BDamned had a minute to think and remembered the guy who could do his job correctly without getting killed in the process.
2BDamned's eye widened as he remembered the whole "Enmesh the Mandatus" plot.
'I think Skek's going to be mad when he figures out that I forgot about him. I haven't spoken to him in what? 14 years?'
2BDamned then looked back at Victor with stern eyes. "We'll visit him once the rest of S.Q is informed and all squads are at notice."
Victor nodded, "Yes sir."
(A/n: You can replace Skek with your OC, the player (OC) is canon to the Arena mode of M:PN 2. Player will be somewhat relevant in this story.)
Somewhere in Not Nevada…
Wank was laid down on a bed of grass. Her clothes were ripped and tattered to say the least. Her blood seeped out of her wounds seemingly never ending, and her breathing was small. Soon she started to jerk a little, and her eye twitched. Her eyes shot open, and she started to regain her motoring skills back.
Wank sat upright slowly, feeling like she just got back from a bad hangover. 'Damn… My head…'
Wank held her head as she regained her consciousness. Her arms stung , covered with bruises, scratches, and wounds. Judging by the pain alone, she had to guess she at least fractured some of her arms.
'What happened…? Where in Nevada am I?'
At the very least she still had her knife with her. She placed the knife in her holster. Wank rolled her head off to the side and saw the green grass beside her. She glided her hand across the lush green floor to check if what she saw was real.
The feeling was 100% real, "Is this grass?"
Wank hadn't seen grass in Nevada, since never. This is the first time she laid her eyes upon something so green. Sure, maybe some of the other Nexians had seen grass before, but that was more than three decades ago. Before the Improbability Drive went haywire and turned Nevada into what it is.
Wank got off the ground and sat up right. Her arms wobbled a bit as she corrected her body posture, brimming with pain whenever she put any pressure on it. Once she sat up, she was greeted by more green. She examined the surroundings and saw trees and more trees, something not even remotely common in Nevada.
'This isn't Nevada…'
Wank wasn't at all convinced that she was in Nevada. Nothing in her life looked like this, it was usually the rocky terrain and murder every single day. Never had she seen a world that looked so peaceful or tranquil, it looked untainted.
Wank wanted to explore and find out what the hell was going on. She got up, but immediately fell back onto the ground.
'Shit. These injuries… I'm going to die if I can't patch 'em up.'
She was so caught up with what's happening she forgot she was still bleeding out. Although she couldn't see her back, she could feel the blood running down her spine. Her sides were still opened up and dripping, her skull was most definitely fractured.
Wank placed pressure onto her most grievous wounds, ensuring that she didn't die from blood loss. She placed her other hand on a tree to help support her balance, but would then collapse a second time, this time falling onto the tree.
Wank steadied herself, not wanting to fall a third time. She noticed a large stick that looked sturdy and dense, something that looked to be able to support her. Wank shambled herself towards the stick and picked it up.
She used the stick as some sort of makeshift cane, helping her move around, just at a slug's pace. Wank had to be careful, she was on her last corpus and couldn't afford to waste her last life.
'Objective. Find a communication tower and see if I can radio in 2BDamned, maybe he could pull me out of this… Hope I'm not the only one out here...' Wank thought as she went onto the roads of the forest.
She shambled onwards and examined everything she saw. She saw birds, plants, and a whole variety of colors, things that are impossible to find in the Nevadan Wasteland.
'I feel… calmed…'
Wank looked into the bright blue air. She couldn't explain why, but she felt like she was at peace. She didn't feel the agency breathing down her neck, she felt like she was free from their grasps.
The wind's gentle breeze on her helped soothe her mind. She enjoyed the way it felt on her body, cooling her down just a little, like a wave of relief.
The assassin kept moving on, until she was jumped by an unknown being. Wank didn't know who it was who came at her, but she wasn't inclined in finding out. The assassin leaped back a considerable distance and waited for the full figure to reveal themself.
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Slug Girl Appears!
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"What's this…? A wounded traveler…? Seems like easy prey..." The Slug Girl said to the injured Wank.
(A/n: Btw I don't know what monster girls do to females, so let's just say they take their energy.)
Wank tilted her head, "Does somebody… want to die?"
Wank spoke through hisses as her body still burned. Wank held the stick in much more of a sword like manner, and pointed right towards the monster.
The girl appeared to be some type of noble woman, but Wank didn't give two shits who she was. If this girl wanted to fight, then by all means, she was going to fight. The only thing that stopped Wank, was that she was still at death's door.
Wank needed to play carefully and not try anything flashy. She just needed to knock the woman out of the picture and she'd be fine.
Wank waited and the woman made the first move. The Slug Girl moved her "dress" upwards and revealed her mucus covered insides.
Wank's eyes widened, 'What the fuck?'
Wank wasn't mentally prepared for what she had just witnessed. Of all things, that was one of the things that Wank didn't expect to happen.
The Slug Girl saw that Wank was distracted, and used the time to attack Wank.
The Slug then threw her sticky mucus onto Wank. It stung a little and by little, it meant it was so harmless to Wank, that getting shot by a 9mm would be the equivalent of getting shot by a .50 BMG compared to the mucus shot.
Wank looked down at her mucus covered coat, "Really?" Wank asked as she wiped the mucus off of her.
"Don't blame… me for what happens next." Wank said, grasping onto the stick's handle tightly.
"Huh?" The Slug Girl asked, as she wondered what the injured woman was about to do.
Wank flourished the stick, and rushed towards the Slug Girl with the stick trailing behind. She easily closed the distance in a single second, and once she was in swinging range.
Wank launched the stick with the power of a bomb, and smashed right into the side of the Slug's face.
The Slug Girl was struck by a force that could only be measured by Sanford. Her blood spilling on the edge of the stick tip. The Slug's neck broke from the sheer force of Wank's strike. Blood spilled from the mouth, as she fell to the floor.
Wank only stared unamused at the Slug's lifeless body hitting the body with a thud.
Slug Girl was slayed by Wank!
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Wank stumbled around trying to regain her footing after her lunge, "In Purgatory… just remember that you got beaten by somebody… on life support." Wank talked to the body before trailing on. She got her now bloody stick and moved herself back onto the trail.
Wank continued moving on the road, in hopes of finding some kind of shelter. Her legs dragging across the dirt floor, and dust staining her white trench coat.
'That was weird... I've never seen any agency or Nexus experiments like that before.' Wank thought back to when she killed the Slug Girl.
She was now confused, how did that thing come to be? Where did it even come from? Are the A.A.H.W or Nexus Core still here? Why hasn't Hank been found yet?
Questions that circled around her head like a tumor were now haunting her.
'Damn it Wank! Stop thinking about useless things and focus on bleeding less!'
Wank removed her hand from her clutched wound and saw how it was still bleeding heavily. Wank held her head, as her mind kept on drifting away. She then sputtered a bit and coughed up a small splash of blood.
Wank: 15/3600 x1 HP (Bleeding)
Wank felt her body starting to finally die. Wank's legs started to quiver and tremble. But she couldn't die here, not yet. She then collapsed onto the floor, coughing up some more blood. Her hands shook as she tried to at least get up, but they just wouldn't move.
Wank now had to crawl, and from there she kept on crawling.
"Pathetic."
She could already hear Hank saying. As she had to resort to crawling on all four instead of just embracing death. Wank punched the ground and tightened her fist.
"Not… gonna die yet. Just gotta survive longer."
Wank reached into her coat, and pulled out an adrenal shot. Something that could only give her a few more minutes.
She stabbed the adrenal syringe into her neck, and felt the rush of energy, and her wounds becoming less painful. Wank picked herself up and sprinted onwards with her renewed vigor.
She knew that the adrenal surge wouldn't last long. Thus she had to really pick up the pace if she didn't want to bleed out to death.
5 minutes later…
Wank panted as she kept on sprinting. Soon she meets her limit, with her stopping and stumbling forwards. The assassin coughed up a heavy amount of blood before falling onto the ground.
Wank was about to die no matter what she tried, so she laid down in defeat. However, right next to her she heard a faint voice coming into her ear.
A sign of hope? Wank didn't know if it was just her, but she was too desperate to doubt it. She stood with the last of her energy and stumbled into the bushes where she last heard it.
Wank stuck her head inside the bushes and observed who was making the noises. The lack of blood that Wank was suffering made it hard to tell, but she could definitely make out a young boy's silhouette.
Wank was breathing hard at this point, and it seemed to get the boy's attention. The boy seemed to be startled, judging how he jumped back.
Wank stayed quiet to see what he would try to do. The air between the two was thin with no one making a single move. Wank kept on staring at him, while he stared right back.
Finally the boy broke the stalemate, "He-hello? Can you please come out? I… just want to talk."
Through the stutters in his voice he had asked the assassin to come out of the bushes. Wank was confident that nothing wrong could happen if she were to reveal herself. The boy she was looking at looked nowhere strong enough to defeat her even in the state she was in.
The assassin eventually exited from a bush placed behind the boy. She emerged slowly, not wanting to startle the boy and use up all of her energy.
The boy turned to face her and got startled anyway.
"Woah!" The boy cried, jumping back from Wank's sudden appearance.
He fell down on his ass and looked petrified at the sight of Wank.
"God… Dammit."
Wank was slightly startled by the boy's shout, she didn't know how bad she needed to look to provoke a reaction like that. If she had to guess, she probably looked like death.
The boy looked at Wank's entire body. His face went from scared to concerned.
The boy sprang up and ran up to Wank, "A-Are you okay!?" He looked into her ever dimming goggles.
Wank didn't respond as she started to lose her motoring skills. She finally felt her body die, but not before coughing out more blood and collapsing to the floor.
"Mi-miss!?"
The boy tried to catch the collapsed woman and almost fell down with her. The events after that were hazy. Wank could barely understand anything else.
Quite literally 30 minutes later…
Health Replenished!
Wank: 3600/3600 x3 HP
Wank was unconscious and rested on a bed, at least for a moment. She woke up and saw a wooden roof, wooden walls. The windows right to the side of her brought in a yellow sunshine that went into Wank's eyes.
Wank moved away from the bright lights and focused on her body's current condition. She didn't see any parts of her body. However, the feeling was all too familiar, she could feel the bandages that covered her body without the need to look. Her tattered clothing was removed and her bare body, her scars were exposed for the world to see.
'First it was the concussion, now it's the clothes? I want a higher pay grade for this.' Wank groaned mentally as she still laid in the bed.
The bed she laid in was soft, something of that quality was rarely found in Nevada. Her head rolled to the side, and saw a boy wrapping up her leg.
He kept one eye closed and peaked a little with one eye. He was blushing a lot, possibly because Wank barely had anything on her except bandages.
Wank focused on the potential "threat" for now and observed his appearance.
He looked to be in his young teens, he was short and measured to be around 5 feet tall. The boy had pale skin and purple hair. A not so natural hair color, but Wank had silver hair, so who was she to judge?
The boy wore a long-sleeved brown shirt, black pants held up by a thick belt. He had bright blue eyes, something that reeked of innocence, something unstained by the Madness of Nevada. He adorned a red cloak that hung from his shoulders and down to his feet.
However, Wank's senses were slowly overcomed by a surge of adrenaline, causing her to not be in the correct state of mind.
The assassin acted on impulse, sitting up right and suddenly grabbed onto the boy's arm. She then pulled the boy towards her body.
"Uwa!" The boy cried out as he was suddenly pulled towards Wank.
She quickly placed him into a head lock and started to render him unable to move. The boy started to struggle in Wank's arm for a little, causing Wank to put a little more pressure on him.
"W-wait!" The boy tried to plead to the assassin who was one step away from breaking his neck.
Wank's mind soon came back and she realized, 'Why the hell am I choking out a kid?'
Wank started to slowly weaken her grip on him and allowed the boy to get some air back.
"Pl-plea-" The boy tried to squeak out another word, but Wank covered his mouth.
"Shh… I'm not going to hurt you. I just want some answers, if you do what I ask, I'll consider not breaking your neck." Wank whispered into the boy's ear.
The boy nodded fearfully, turning a little to meet the woman in the eyes. The boy was terrified, yet slightly charmed; his captivator was stunning, beautiful to say the least. To say that the boy was slightly flustered was an understatement. It didn't help that the two didn't even have a space in between, Wank was pressed up against the boy.
The boy's face turned slightly pink once those thoughts came to mind. Wank noticed the boy looking at her with a slightly flustered look to his face. She made a small little smirk, she thought she could squeeze out a little fun from him. After all, what damage could a small amount of teasing do?
She released the boy's face and turned the boy around, so he could face her properly.
"Ara, do you like what you see?~" Wank asked the boy with a slight seductive tone hidden inside.
The boy's eyes widened before his face went even more red. "A-ah…!" A little noise came out of his mouth. He then covered his face and looked away from Wank.
"Haha, what a cute little reaction you got there. Sorry for teasing you." Wank apologized, laughing at the boy a little.
Wank picked the boy up and placed him back onto the wooden floor, with her still sitting on the bed. The boy took a minute to recuperate, but once he did, he looked at the wooden floor like it was the most interesting thing in the room.
Wank scratched the top of her head, "Welp, looks like we got off on the wrong foot, before we start exchanging our names, mind telling me where I am?"
The boy hadn't looked up from the floor, but still tried to answer her. He moved his head up and attempted to retain eye contact with Wank.
"Oh… um…"
The boy stumbled on his own words, trying to think of an answer for her. His eyes darted around the room, Wank was confused on why he was acting so weird, so she traced where he was looking. It didn't take long before she knew he was staring at her chest.
Wank chuckled a little, "It's okay. I don't mind that much. It's all just fat tissue anyways, don't know what the big deal is." Wank waved it off like it was nothing.
It did help the boy ease up a little and gave him enough confidence to form a sentence. "Yo-you're at Ilias Village… and I'm Luka." Luka said, with a slight bit of nervousness.
Wank tilted her head a little, not knowing what he meant by "Ilias Village." She had never heard of a place called "Ilias Village" in any of the states that she knew, granted she had also never gone outside of Nevada, except for Incident:101B.
She didn't know why 2BDamned had to send her overseas for an easy mission and why her accomplice had to be Christoff.
Wank was getting side tracked and got back to her main focus, "And? Where is this "Ilias Village" located? I've never heard about this location."
"Il-Ilias Village is a small village, so… I'm not surprised you've never heard of it." Luka answered, slowly starting to gain back his confidence.
Wank smiled and stood up from the bed, "The name's Wank, full time mercenary and veteran assassin." Wank introduced herself to the boy.
"Wah! An as- assassin!? Are you here to k-kill me!?" Luka's mouth dropped as Wank revealed her job.
Luka started to back up, but Wank placed a hand on his shoulder and stopped him from backing up further.
"Nope. I wouldn't hurt people like you. I mean you did heal me up, and I don't harm children, or anything that I find cute." Wank said, placing a hand on her chest.
Luka knew what Wank was referring to. He hadn't hit a growth spurt in a while, so he looked like a kid still.
"Eh? But I'm not a kid though." Wank crossed her arms, doubting the boy's claim. Luka knew this would be a pain to explain but if he must then he must.
Wank rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure you are. And I'm not a woman." Wank responded, mocking Luka's claim as she found it hard to believe.
"I'm serious. I am 1X." Luka pouted.
(A/n: Fuck you, decide his age.)
"Are you sure? You seem a lot younger despite that." Wank commented looking at Luka's small body.
"Of course I'm sure! I know my own age." Luka defended his point.
Wank took a second to think about the legitimacy of Luka, but remembered how Dedmos didn't surpass 5' 6 until he was 28, so she guessed she could believe Luka for the time being.
"Sure…" Wank said, still a little suspicious of Luka's age.
Wank looked around the room and noticed how her clothes were nowhere in sight. "Now, where did you exactly place my clothes?" Wank asked Luka.
Luka pointed towards the door that led out of the bedroom, "It should be outside on the counter. If you don't mind, I tried to patch up some of the holes on your coat, miss… but some of the materials you used were way different than whatever this village had. So I couldn't repair your coat properly." Luka had a small frown since he couldn't repair her clothes.
Wank smiled and ruffled Luka's hair. "Well thanks for trying to patch it, Luka." Wank said, with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Stop ruffling my head…" Luka pouted, trying to push Wank's hand off of his head.
Wank removed her hand, "Alright, alright. I'll stop for the meantime." Wank said, with the same smile on her face. "Do you mind if I change real quick? These bandages are a bit too tight for my liking." Wank said, starting to already remove some of the white rolls.
She stood up to go retrieve her clothes, but Luka pushed her back down onto the bed. He then immediately started to rewrap the bandages that Wank had removed.
"Wait! You just woke up! You can't just remove the bandages suddenly!"
Luka scolded Wank, Wank on the other hand giggled a little before picking Luka up like he was nothing.
"Ara, seems like little Luka is worried." Wank said with a calm voice.
Luka gritted his teeth a little, "Of course I am! When I saw you, you were beaten half to death, and covered by wounds that no monster around here could do!"
Luka tried to flail around and get Wank to let go of him. With all of his attempts doing nothing to help his situation.
"How did you even get those wounds!?" Luka questioned Wank's mysterious background.
"It was the damn A.A.H.W and the Nexus Core." Wank semi explained her little background.
Wank's answer only gave Luka even more questions. "Eh? Who's the A.A.H.W? What's the Nexus Core? Are they some sort of syndicate?" Luka asked Wank expecting an honest answer from her.
"I'm not going through those can of worms. I barely know anything about them. They're just annoying to deal with."
Wank gave out her evasive answer, trying to get rid of the topic. Luka only stared in silence as he basically didn't get any answers from her.
"Can you at least tell me where you're from?"
"I'm from a small place called Nevada." Wank answered, finally giving Luka an answer and not something evasive.
But now Luka had to figure out what Nevada was. He hadn't heard of it, it could just be a small village like Luka's. He was going to ask Wank more about Nevada, but she pressed a finger on his lips.
"Could you do me a solid and get my clothes? Pretty sure a rib is still fractured."
"Ah, sure." Luka responded walking outside of the room.
Wank used the small time to really think about the real questions, 'How would I get back? Could the Agency find a way to track me? Why are bandages so damn effective?' Wank thought in her head, trying to dig up an answer of some sorts to no avail.
The door creaking interrupted her train of thoughts, when the young boy came back with the white clothing that Wank was all too familiar with.
Luka handed Wank the clothing. "Here, Wank. I hope you don't mind the patches." Wank stared at the patches and hardly noticed them.
Sure there was a lack of Kevlar, but that's okay, he tried his best.
"It's alright, now if you don't mind I'll be changing now." Wank said, as she started to unfold her gear.
"I guess I'll leave then." Luka told the assassin, walking outside of the door. Leaving Wank alone to assemble her kit.
Later…
Wank soon enough exited with her gear equipped and she had the pink goggles that seemed to peer into Luka's soul.
"Well? I think you did a fine job on the patching, Luka" Wank patted the little sew marks that were on her coat's sleeves.
"Thank you." Luka simply responded back, still looking at Wank's glowing goggles.
"Anyways, how about you start to tell me what to do?" Wank pressed her finger down Luka's small chest.
"Eh?" Luka didn't understand what Wank was talking about.
"Since you did me three favors, heal me, patch and retrieve my clothing, I assume it's time for me to pay you back." Wank explained her mercenary code that she stood by.
"Oh well uh… I was going to go on a journey right now, so I don't have much to ask." Luka told Wank, dismissing her offer.
"I see… how about I follow you on your journey then." Wank placed her hand around Luka's shoulder. "You would?" Luka asked, a little surprised.
"Sure. By the looks of it you'll need some help."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Luka asked, a little offended. Wank waved it off and just kept on with her attitude, "Ah, don't worry about it." Luka crossed his arms and kept staring at Wank.
There was a small moment of silence with Luka glaring at Wank. "So… when do we-" Wank was then cut off by a man's scream.
"He-help!" A man screamed from the outside of the house. "What was that?" Luka couldn't tell if the scream was just in his head or if it was real.
Wank heard it perfectly fine on the other hand, "Sounds like somebody is getting attacked." Wank said with a monotone voice.
Luka took some time to think, "But everyone here is friendly. Who would attack Hans?" Luka retorted.
'Who?'
Wank did not know who Hans was. It didn't matter, since the next thing that Hans did was point out what was attacking him.
"Monster… A monster is in the forest!" Hans yelled for the whole village to hear.
"W-what!?" Luka exclaimed, shocked to hear this information go into his mind.
A villager was outside of their house shouting, "Everyone, hide in your homes! Quickly, before the monster comes into the village!"
The residents of Ilias Village all started to run and flee. Going into their houses, so the temple guards can deal with the monster afoot.
Luka only stared outside with shock, "Wh-what should I do…?" Luka asked, Wank already knew what she was doing, so she might as well tag Luka in.
"Luka, why don't we just deal with the problem ourselves?" Wank said to Luka, putting her fist up.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Luka shouted towards Wank, taking a sword and running outside.
Wank followed pursuit after the little boy. When they exited the house, they noticed how chaotic the village had gotten.
Villagers who were working the field were all rushing back into their homes like a flood. Luka had to try and push his way through the flood of people, while Wank just had to focus on not losing her balance.
"Small village my ass!" Wank cussed as she was slowly getting pushed back by the horde.
She then started to push some people back, eventually approaching Luka. Right when she got there, Luka seemed to be in the middle of being scolded by an older lady.
Wank was just close enough to hear the conversation, "It's ok, Betty… I'm a Hero!"
She heard Luka call out to the lady. The woman known as Betty retorted, "A "Hero", you say? You haven't even been baptized yet!" Betty shouted at Luka, but instead of listening Luka kept on running.
"Come back here, don't go!" Betty called out as Luka started to run away.
"I'll go get him." Wank sprinted towards where Luka had taken off.
She was then stopped by Betty who placed a hand over her shoulder, "Wait a minute, who are you?" Betty asked as she eyed the new woman.
"Don't worry about it." Wank said back, sprinting towards Luka in the forest.
Betty didn't even try to comprehend the woman, and evacuated like the rest of the villagers. Hoping that Luka turned out okay.
Wank ran at a brisk pace, trying to find the boy in the forest's dense foliages. It only took her a second before she could see Luka's purple hair in the distance.
"Luka!" Wank shouted as she came through a bush.
Luka was surprised and immediately swung his blade at the sound of the voice. The sword went into Wank's arm, and gave her a mild gash.
Luka's face paled when he saw that he had slashed at Wank. "Ah! Wank! I'm so sorry!"
Luka immediately apologized as he looked at Wank's bleeding arm. In truth Wank didn't mind it, it was nothing but a scratch to her.
Luka grabbed onto her uninjured arm and started to pull her, "Le-let's go! Your arm is bleeding-"
Luka then had his mouth covered by Wank. "Hey, calm down. I'm alright. It's just a flesh wound, it's not as bad as it looks." Wank said, trying to comfort Luka.
"Besides, you should focus on the monster the villager mentioned."
Wank and Luka then heard noises coming out from behind them. Suddenly a monster comes out of the forest. How convenient.
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Slime Girl appears!
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"Speaking of the devil." Wank turned to face the Slime Girl, face to face.
"Hahaha, a delicious looking boy showed up!"
The Slime giggles as Luka stumbles backwards, startled by the slime's sudden appearance. The slime's viscous body jiggled around as she laughed at Luka.
"And what's this? He even brought his girlfriend? Hahaha!"
The Slime continued to giggle once she noticed Wank taking a defensive stance. Luka's face turned red before shaking that feeling off.
"So this… is a monster." Luka said under his breath, his nervousness flowing through his body, for this is the first time Luka had actually seen a real monster.
Wank placed a hand on Luka's shoulder, "Don't let the fear paralyze you kid. Just… try not to die, okay? I'll be right here if you need help." Wank said to Luka, backing away from the monster.
"Eh!? I thought you were going to help!"
Luka looked back at the assassin who was slowly moving away. "I'll help when you're in deep. Besides, a Hero like you shouldn't need somebody to fight their battles for them, right?" Wank quoted back when he claimed himself as a Hero.
"Right." Luka responded with his eyes back at the Slime Girl. Luka felt a bead of sweat drop from his head.
"Ara ara? Am I the first monster you've ever seen?" The Slime Girl asked Luka.
"..." Luka's hand shook at the fear of the Slime Girl. Luka gripped his sword tightly, and stared at the monster girl with hesitation in his eyes.
'Issue one, found.' Wank thought out as she looked at the way Luka looked in his upcoming fight.
"Um… You're pretty close to a human village, you know? Could you please just go away?" Luka timidly asked the monster.
Wank pressed her face into her hands, "Luka, what do you think that's going to do?"
Wank looked at Luka trying to reason with someone in the middle of a fight. "If you're going to do that, you might as well have some authority in your voice."
"Hahaha, maybe you should listen to your girlfriend over there. She seems to be much more skilled than you." The Slime Girl said to Luka.
"Okay to clear some air, he's not my boyfriend, I just met him." Wank said in a mildly annoyed tone.
"L-look, everyone is scared of you…" Luka still tried to reason with the Slime, "But if you don't want to harm anyone…"
"Hahaha," The Slime continued to laugh at Luka, "are you some pacifist or something? I'm too hungry to go away, so there's no point asking me to leave."
The Slime Girl denied whatever Luka would've proposed. "Or… are you willing to treat me to some of your semen?"
Wank's eyes widened from her goggles, and took a second to think about that.
'I'm sorry, but WHAT?'
Wank's stance was then frozen as she took her time to process the information.
'This whore wants this boy's semen!? I know Nevada practically has no laws, but even we still have some sort of common sense! This is fucking cursed!'
Wank's stance then went back to a firm state as she noticed the battle starting.
"Beat her ass, Luka." Wank cheered from the back of the battle.
She then noticed that Luka was daydreaming? In the middle of the battle?
"Damn it, Luka… Wake up!" Wank shouted at Luka, waking him up from his little daydream. "Eh!?" Luka asked when he woke up.
"Why are you daydreaming?" The Slime Girl asked. Luka turned back to face the Slime Girl and got his sword into his guarding position.
The Slime Girl took advantage of Luka being distracted, creating a small puddle of slime on the ground, sucking in Luka's entire foot.
Luka tried to pull his leg out, but his foot wouldn't budge, "Doesn't it feel good to be wrapped in slime?"
The Slime looked at Luka while he kept on trying to pull it out. "Hehehe, doesn't the slimy texture feel amazing? If you sit back and relax, I'll make it feel even better!"
Luka wanted to try and hit the monster, but he couldn't move.
"Grr… Damn it!" Luka tried to lunge at the Slime, but his foot was still stuck in the slime, preventing Luka from moving.
"Haha, useless struggling… How embarrassing!"
Wank made an audible "tsk" sound, "Luka. Make sure you're able to maneuver in battle, being stuck in one place isn't a good idea." Wank stated the obvious.
"Heehee…" The Slime Girl snickered as she focused on the slime on Luka's foot.
The slime that was wrapped around Luka's foot begins to reach for his thigh. The slime then reached even further, enough to go up to Luka's groin.
The slime then started to twirl around the penis of Luka. "Hehe, time to bully your penis! You won't be able to last long with my slime technique… When you can't take it anymore, just let it out!" The Slime Girl said to the binded Luka.
"Ahh… ahhh! Get off of me!" Luka shouted, he shook the slime off of his body.
"There we go, Luka. Now try to distance yourself, and keep your defense up." Wank coached Luka as she continued to watch the pitiful fight in her standards.
"…Aww, right as I was about to make you feel good too… Don't you want to reach heaven…?" The Slime Girl asked, trying to tempt Luka. "Don't you-"
"Luka! Attack before she finishes her sentence!" Wank shouted over the Slime Girl's monologue.
"He-here I go!" Luka called out as he slowly picked up the blade and made a huge swing. Normally this would be good damage, but… the huge swing was a little too huge.
The Slime Girl saw the attack coming and dodged it. "Eh?" Luka asked as he missed his swing.
'For Jebediah's sake…' Wank facepalms once again seeing how Luka misses one of the easiest shots.
'Somebody ought to teach this kid…' Wank lifted her face from the soles of her palm and looked back at the fight.
"Hahaha, such a slow attack… how could that hit anyone?" The Slime Girl taunted Luka for his terrible swing. Luka's eyes widened as he realized something,
"So if I use a quicker attack, will I be able to hit you?"
"…" The Slime Girl said nothing knowing how she basically had just revealed a flaw in her battle plans, "That's a secret!"
Wank shrugged, "No shit, Luka! You gotta be faster if you want to hit her! If you make your attack too telegraphed, people like her would dodge it immediately!" Wank shouted over towards Luka, informing him.
"Hey! No helping people, that's unfair!" The Slime Girl pouted as she had her secrets laid out by Wank.
While the Slime Girl was distracted by Wank, Luka had more than enough time to attack the Slime.
"Haa!" Luka shouted, swinging the sword in a much more fluent and sleek movement. The blade slashed into the gelatinous skin of the monster girl.
"Alright!" Luka said in excitement as he landed his first blow.
As soon as Luka said that, the slime then started to recombine itself. Basically negating whatever damage Luka had just done. "…Eh?" Luka said in shock, for he really just did jack shit.
"Hehehe, I'm a Slime you moron! Sword attacks are no good!"
The Slime Girl laughed at Luka's pitiful attempt, while Wank just had an unamused expression on her face. The Slime reaches out another slimy tentacle and rubs Luka's penis.
'Okay, how the hell is this even happening!? Not even the Improbability Drive can do this tomfuckery, how in the living hell is this happening!?'
Wank questioned the logistics of the actual battle. How the Slime is managing to reach into Luka's pants all the time and why Luka isn't dodging? Wank sure as hell did not know.
Wank's back hunched over and with a depressed look on her face, "Luka, you might as well swing wildly at this point…" She said sarcastically.
"Okay!" Luka responded back, thinking that Wank was giving actual advice.
Luka got his sword ready, "Oraa!"
Luka shouted out a battle cry and started to rapidly swing the sword at the Slime Girl multiple times. All of them hitting the Slime before she has any time to recover from any of the attacks.
"Ha! Yah! Ora!"
Luka shouted with each swipe of the sword, and each swipe of the sword cutting into the Slime's body. At this rate, the Slime couldn't reform all of her body.
"Ahh! Stop it, meanie!" The Slime yelled at Luka before running the hell away.
"Well… I guess that works…" Wank said, surprised that her awful "advice" managed to "win" the battle.
Slime Girl was chased away by Luka!
Luka earns 10 EXP!
Luka is now Level 2!
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After the Slime Girl ran away out of sight, Luka fell down on his ass, dropping his sword and breathing hard.
"Haa… Haa…" Luka gasped for air, he started to pant really hard. "I… I did it!" Luka proudly exclaimed after beating his first opponent.
Wank walked up to Luka and helped him up to his feet, "Luka, why were you hesitating so much?" Wank asked him, witnessing how much of his battle potential went unused.
"Oh, the truth is, I don't really want to kill monster girls." Luka explained.
"Even though one just tried to rape you?"
"Even though one just tried to rape me." Luka answered Wank's question.
"You see, the reason why I started this journey was so I can help make humans and monsters coexist peacefully… but you would probably think I'm crazy." Luka said to Wank.
Wank on the other hand had seen crazy before and knew that this goal was definitely possible. "Nah, after what I've seen, a goal like that is possible."
Wank put her hand on his shoulder, and crouched down to get at his head level, looked him dead in the eyes, saying, "Put some faith in yourself, you got this."
"You really think so…?" Luka asked, a bit surprised that this assassin believes in his own goals. Wank gave Luka a firm nod, solidifying her answer. Luka was happy that somebody didn't think his goal was childish.
"Shall we go back to the village?" Luka asked Wank, in which she nodded.
"I'll meet you there Luka, don't keep me waiting, okay!" Wank shouted back, running faster than anybody Luka had ever seen.
'Is she a monster as well…?' Luka thought to himself as he watched the woman run at inhuman speeds.
Somewhere in Nevada…
2BDamned was circling around in the living room with his arms behind his back. He was currently waiting for three of his employees. He then heard somebody knock on the door.
2BDamned opened up the door and was greeted by Sanford. "Ready for duty, sir." He ended with a salute. "Good to see you again, Mr. Johnson. Did Deimos die?" 2BDamned asked the veteran.
"I'm here too you know…" Deimos answered from behind Sanford's body. Deimos lightly pushed Sanford out of the way and met 2BDamned in the eyes.
"What is the mission this time…" Deimos asked.
"I'll reveal it once Dedmos gets here." 2BDamned said, gesturing his hand towards the couch, inviting them to sit down. "Sit while I gather the documents."
Deimos sighed while Sanford nodded. The two mercenaries sat down on the rugged couch and waited. Deimos grabbed a cigarette and started to light it just how the Deimos before him would.
Sanford grabbed his thumb before he could light his cigarette, "No. Smoking. Unless you want to end up dead." Sanford said with a tick mark growing on his forehead.
"Woah, there fella. Calm down, these aren't real cigarettes. Dedmos recommended these for me, despite him smoking the real deal." Deimos said, trying to remove Sanford's grip from his thumb.
"Really? I highly doubt you're telling the truth." Sanford asked, tightening his grip ever so slightly.
Deimos was going to show Sanford the brand he was talking about, but something interrupted him. A rock appeared in the middle of the room, with a small crack in the middle. Then the rock shattered to reveal a man covered in rocks who wore virtually the same clothing as Deimos.
"God damn, do I love myself." Dedmos said, lighting a cigarette just for himself.
He took off the XL sized sunglasses and looked at his fellow mercenaries.
"Heya squirt, you like the Honeyrose Herbal cigs?" Dedmos asked the younger version of him with an unlit cig in his mouth.
Sanford forgot about the youngster smoking, and let go of Deimos's thumb. Sanford approached Dedmos, with Dedmos approaching him as well.
The two then high fived each other, "Good to see you, bro." Dedmos said, Sanford returned the favor, "Glad you aren't dead, bro."
Deimos rolled his eyes, "Why don't you two get a room?"
He was received by a stern look from the duo. "Why don't you get taller?" The two said in unison. The young Deimos simply kicked his legs up, and flipped them off.
"When I see my younger self, it makes me cringe that I was like that at one point." Dedmos whispered into his best friend's ear.
"Glad to see you matured… a bit." Sanford said back.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dedmos asked, not realizing 2BDamned was coming back into the room.
"Alright, I…" 2BDamned stopped his sentence when he witnessed the amount of rocks that covered his floor.
"God. Damn. It. DEDMOS!" 2BDamned shouted at Dedmos, grabbing a half empty soda can and throwing it at Dedmos's forehead.
The can bounced harmlessly off of Dedmos, "Ouch." Was all he said, before grabbing a seat.
"What's the deal, Doc?" Dedmos asked, tilting his head, and taking another drag of his cigarette.
'First, you two could, I don't know? NOT smoke indoors?!" 2BDamned said, trying to give the two smokers a hint, in which they didn't really care.
2BDamned flicked a switch and turned on the ventilation, getting rid of all the smoke that the two gave off.
Deimos tilted his visor back, "Just get to the point, Doc." Deimos said, sitting up and looking at 2BDamned's red goggles.
2BDamned was about to rant, but just kept it under his skin, "Look, our top mercenaries, Hank and Wank, went off the grid. I mean total disappearance, no trace. Just gone."
Sanford's eyebrow cocked up and looked at 2BDamned with a questioning gaze, "Straight up?" He asked the engineer.
"Straight up." 2BDamned responded.
Dedmos blinked a few times, "You think he went to the Mojave? There is barely any tech there. That could explain why he's off the grid."
Dedmos grabbed his lit cigarette and extinguished it by crushing it in his rocky hands. 2BDamned knew it was a possibility, but the likelihood wasn't there.
He shook his head, "Hank wouldn't go there without informing me. Even he knows how bad of an idea that is. Hell, he almost got killed by a courier there." 2BDamned answered his question.
Deimos extinguished his cigarette and sighed, "So what are we gonna be doing? I know you didn't organize this for nothing." 2BDamned crossed his arms, "We're going to the Nexus City, Central Plaza."
"...Why?" Sanford asked, not knowing why they would have to take such a long trip. "Simple, we must meet up with an associate of mine." 2BDamned answered for Sanford.
"And you need us to…?" Dedmos stood up getting his rocky arms ready for a bruising.
"This associate of mine is a bit of a wild card, I haven't had contact in about 14 years, so I don't know how he would act." 2BDamned answered plainly, walking towards the counter and removing a large duffel bag.
2BDamned continued to speak, "I'll need you three to be my bodyguards in case the deal goes wrong. My associate was already a powerhouse 14 years back, I don't know how much stronger he has gotten since then."
Sanford got up and looked at 2BDamned, "How will we get there? I'm sure as hell not gonna walk there." Sanford said, with a scowl on his face.
"We'll be flown to Nexus City by Victor. He'll be on standby for this mission since he has to work at Burger Gill's real soon."
2BDamned slung a duffle bag on his shoulders, carrying his weapons, and documents. "Get your gear, and let's roll."
Dedmos shot up, "Wait! Burger Gill's reopened!?" 2BDamned looked at Dedmos for a few seconds, possibly questioning why the hell he chose to ressurect this guy.
"Yes. They reopened, we'll go there if you can behave for this whole mission."
Dedmos fist bumped the air, "Heh. Sounds like a date." Dedmos then grabbed onto Deimos by the collar and picking him up.
"What the fuck! Hey! Put me down now!" The younger Deimos shouted at the older Deimos.
"Is this what feeling tall is like San?" Dedmos asks in a joking manner, still laughing at Deimos. Sanford smirked and laughed with Deimos too.
2BDamned coughed into his hand, "Remember not to piss off Christoff or the Sheriff. They're probably a bit mad since Operation: Destroy Project Nexus. If we are caught by Christoff, have hope that he's in a good mood."
2BDamned then went up to the roof of the house where Victor would be waiting for them. With the three mercenaries following after him with their weapons.
Meanwhile with Hank…
Hank was on the ground, with his entire face down into the dirt. He lifted his head from the dirt and looked around himself.
"Shit. I'm in Wyoming." Hank said with a nonchalant attitude.
Even though he couldn't see it, nor feel it, Hank knew that he was battered and bruised. His head had many bullet grazes on it, and had cuts and bruises in his body. Blood dropped from his head towards his pants.
His body had also received a beating. As it turns out, getting smacked around by a metal stop sign wasn't good for the body. He had a shit ton of cuts and bruises located on the arms, legs, and chest.
Good thing was that most of these wounds were flesh wounds thanks to the bullet-proof vest and Kevlar that he wore under his trench coat.
However, just because he didn't have any holes in him, didn't mean he was undamaged. Hank's ribs had taken a beating after getting riddled by bullets. If the cuts didn't hurt him, the blunt force definitely did. If he had to guess, about half his ribs were fractured.
His clothing was about ripped to shreds, and his metal jaw was only half exposed. The metal was covered in so much blood that it was impossible to tell it was even metal. Worst of all, one of his goggle's lens had been shattered. Making one socket glow way brighter than the other. He was also missing the kunai that was on his left sleeve.
He stood up to his full height and saw that he was in a large ass crater. 'Goddamn, how far did I fall?' Hank thought to himself, as he climbed his way out of the crater.
Hank soon found himself on a grassy field, with no signs of improbability in sight.
"Yep. That confirms it, this isn't Nevada." Hank told himself as he looked at the wilderness around him.
He then noticed his kunai pinned onto a random tree, "That however…"
Hank walked up to the tree, and took his kunai back. He also grabbed the piece of paper, and looked at whatever it said. The words looked like it was written by a toddler with arthritis, but Hank could still read it.
"Dear, Hanky." Hank read the first sentence of the letter, "Imagin getting nuked by a rip off Barney the Dinosaur, lmao! Anyways, u may b wonderin where ur weapons r at? Let me tell ya, they r inside of a cave somewhere, I didn't keep track, lol!
Best of luck! XOXO - Tricky."
Hank ripped the pieces of paper into shreds. 'Someone needs to teach that damn clown how to write.' Hank thought to himself, before roaming around in a random direction.
He clearly didn't know where he was going, but he knew that he would get there… eventually, and so Hank kept on walking until he found that blasted cave.
45 minutes later…
Hank had walked back towards where he originally was, and found out where the cave was. Just 10 feet behind where the crater was.
Hank clenched both of his fists, "For fuck's sakes! I didn't just travel an entire hour just to see this horse shit!" Hank shouted, a bit irritated about how stupid this shit was.
'Whatever. Just get your damn weapons back, then you can get your anger out.' Hank thought to himself, not wanting to make this more painful than it had to be.
He shrugged his shoulders and power walked towards the cave.
Before Hank could even step foot into the cave, his legs were wrapped by a tentacle. Hank looked back and saw… some sort of woman…? Hank didn't really know, but he saw that she had her tentacles on his foot.
"Look, bitch. I'm not in a mood to play around with your Japanese Hentai bullshit. Cut it out, or I'll carve your spleen out." Hank said to the monster menacingly.
The monster girl licked her lips, "Oh it's been a long time since I last ate… You'd be a great snack…" The monster girl said, commenting on Hank's sheer size and how injured he appeared to be.
Hank rolled his neck, "Did you even hear me? No…? Welp, you'll serve as my chew toy."
Hank stomped on the monster girl's tentacle and took his kunai out and reversed the grip.
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Roper Girl Appears!
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Hank waited for the monster girl to make the first move, going methodically and taking the fight slowly.
"Not going to attack…? Alright then…"
The Roper Girl then shot out a slimy tentacle towards Hank's body. Hank saw this coming from a mile away, and already pinpointed where it would end up without it reaching Hank half way. He quickly used the kunai to decapitate the tentacle before it could even touch him.
"...What speed…" The Roper Girl said in surprise after watching Hank fend off her attack.
"My turn." Hank said, getting ready to hone in on his inner assassin.
Hank ran towards the Roper Girl at inhuman speeds, getting close enough to the Roper Girl's face. Once he met his destination, Hank threw the kunai into Roper's neck, and kicked the blade even deeper into her neck!
Hank went behind the Roper and grabbed the blade from behind, removing the entire kunai from the back of the throat. The blood spewed all over the place, giving Hank a small smug on his face, for he enjoyed that color and the lifeless face of his enemies.
Roper Girl has been slain by Hank!
Bloodlust: 18%
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Hank grunted and dusted off his coat, "What a waste of my time." Hank said as if her life didn't matter, and like she was just an object.
Hank stared back at the dark cave. He placed his kunai back into the sheath and got closer to the cave itself. From what he could tell it was a medium sized cave, yet still completely sealed in the dark. Just something that's ordinary even in Nevada. Hank moved into the dark cave, seemingly disappearing with the cave's darkness.
Hank clicked a button on his goggles and made them glow its vicious red.
"Glad Doc forced me to upgrade from those old teashades. These babies are a blessing." Hank spoke to himself, clicking the various settings on his goggles.
Hank looked at the one goggle lens that still seemed to act like a flashlight. 'Hm, though I still need to get that glass lens replaced.'
Hank prodded around his broken goggle lens, still shining an uncontrollable red beam. He stopped messing around with his shattered goggles and plunged even deeper into the cave.
Once Hank went deeper into the cave, it didn't look so medium anymore. It looked like an entire cavern, hell even a maze.
"God damn it." Hank growled, after realizing that he had to seriously navigate the entire cave.
Hank went to check the entirety of the left side first, letting his lights fill in the cave's darkness. His loud footsteps echoed throughout the cave, and whenever a droplet of blood came in contact to the ground, it was always followed by an echo. Something that got repetitive and irritating to Hank's ears.
With each turn he took he seemed to be met by another turn. It felt endless and Hank was getting more pissed as it went on.
What was more irritating was how Hank had seen the same wall for the sixth time.
"Is this Clown fucking with me, or am I just stupid? I swear I've been to the same place six times." Hank walked around the same area of the cave that just went in circles.
Hank punched at the cave's wall using his MAG-arm to create a large crater in it. In a way marking it in case he ever went the same direction again.
While marking his position Hank was attacked. He felt like something wet just patted him on the back. Hank immediately turned to his side and saw whatever the hell was trying to pick a fight with him.
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Meda Appears!
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Hank's eyebrow cocked and questioned, "What the fuck are you? No seriously, what are you?" Hank asked the monster girl, still not knowing the concept of a monster girl yet.
To Hank it didn't matter, because there would only be two possibilities and in both of them the monster girl dies.
The Meda didn't even answer Hank's question, shooting her tentacles after Hank, but Hank being Hank immediately dodged the strike. His large frame managed to avoid the tentacle with little effort.
"Stop with this Japanese Hentai shit. Two is enough for a lifetime." Hank shouted towards the Meda, clearly not into the damn tentacles.
The Meda responded with nothing.
Hank tilted his head waiting for her to answer, then he was caught by surprise. The Meda shot more tentacles at Hank, and managed to hit him this time. The tentacles restricted Hank's movement.
Hank is now bound!
Hank felt the tentacles slither around his body and try to restrain his movements. He HATED that he could somehow feel the sliminess through his thick attire.
"Ew… I don't like this… Not at all."
Hank started to struggle out of the hold, and used the spines of his right arm to free himself from the Meda. Hank then grabbed Meda's tentacle and pulled her closer to him.
His left arm wrapped around the monster's neck, and choked the living shit out of her. Hank pulled his MAGNIFIED arm back, and launched it towards the Meda's chest, ripping through the chest of the Meda immediately.
"Gah…" The Meda gasped out with her final breath.
Once Hank saw the body stop twitching, he slowly pulled his arm out of her chest, getting some bones and organs hooked onto his spiny arm. Hank's forearm was now covered in blood thanks to his serrated MAG-arm.
Meda has been slain by Hank!
Bloodlust: 36%
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Hank looked down at the dead body and went back the same way he went.
"Alright, the left path is a no go. Right path it is." Hank spoke to himself, trying to entertain himself when he's all alone.
Hank grated his MAG-arm's nails across the cobblestone wall, and made large cracks in it. Hank felt pissed over how stupid his situation was. Trapped in a world, with the only things keeping you company are girls that look like they should be in some sort of Hentai? Hell no.
Hank grumbled to himself, saying incoherent things under his breath, while moving efficiently through the cave. Hank finally found the end of the right cave and saw something glimmer. Hank thought this would be his sword, or hell his guns.
But nope, it was instead a chest sitting in the middle of the room. 'What? Why right there?' Hank questioned the positioning of the chest.
Hank wouldn't think too much of it anyway, he'd just open the chest and hope it was his arsenal or anything that Tricky gave him. He loomed over the chest, letting his shadow engulf the entirety of the chest.
"If Legend of Zelda had taught me anything… I should open it and see if I get something legendary." Hank sarcastically said.
And unlike a normal person, Hank shoved his entire fist through the top of the chest snapping its lid in half. He didn't feel any of his weapons inside it, but instead something that had a shape of a human's head.
Hank, experiencing what had just happened, probably guessed what it was.
"Goddammit." Hank groaned in disappointment. A girl then came out of the chest.
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Mimic Appears!
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"Yah! How dare you strike me-"
The mimic tried to yell at Hank, before getting a hand around her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. Shaddup." Hank said, without much care in his voice..
Hank's right hand wraps around Mimic's face before she can close the broken chest lid, and crushes her entire face before she can do a single thing.
*CRUNCH*
Mimic has been slain by Hank!
Bloodlust: 40%
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Hank shook the blood off of his hand, dropping the now lifeless body in the process. "Next time don't waste my time."
Hank would then see something glisten off to his right and look for whatever was making that bright shine. He saw a duffle bag and presumed where his weapons were.
Walking towards the duffle bag, he grabbed the entire bag and shook out all of its contents.
"Looks like Hofnarr can get to my good side after all, heh." Hank said as he gathered his arsenal.
The weapons included the MP7, Dragon Sword, and Akimbo N9011. 'Well, I'll be damned, that clown managed to get my most wishlisted gun.'
Hank inspected the compact MP7, admiring the next gen version of the MP5. Hank placed his guns on his body and strapped them to his uniform.
Hank looked a little to the left and saw some crates marked, "MERC Industries." He approached the crate and placed his MAG-arm just under a little gap inside of the crate.
Hank ripped the crate wide open, and revealed the ammunition that was needed for all of his guns.
He made a low whistle, "Wank's going to be jealous when she gets a load of this." Hank said, as he placed his hand into the mountain of rounds.
The bullets were mostly 4.6x30mm and .460 magnum, ammunition needed for the guns Hank had. It didn't matter that he didn't get 5 guns or a rocket launcher. Hank enjoyed that he had some guns with him. To top it off Hank was given enough ammunition to supply an army.
Hank went and opened up every single pouch, zipper, or pockets to help store the ammo. He filled it up to have about enough ammunition to clear out a large A.A.H.W base, yet he still had a load of rounds left in the box.
Hank sealed the box and wrote, "Hank's box. Touch and die," on the side of the box.
"Looks like I got a place to refill my ammo."
Hank took the Dragon Sword out and gave it a few practice swings, testing if it's still worth Hank's usage. Once confirmed, Hank placed the katana on his back, and straightened his coat.
"Look badass, feel badass, is badass, goddamn am I good at my job."
Hank complimented himself before exiting the cave with one N9011 in his hand. His heavy boots echoing as he stomped his way out of the caves.
Once he got out of the damn caves he noticed that there were some people outside the cave. However, the people were bandits. Bandits camping and laughing over their spoils.
'Looks like I got some firing practice.' Hank chuckled to himself, ready to make a massacre happen, now that he was locked and loaded.
"Hey, what do you think made that hole?" A bandit asked one of his friends. "Don't ask me. Probably some monster." Another bandit answered, clearly oblivious to the man with a gun right behind him.
Hank pointed down iron sights and turned on the red dot on top of his N9011 hand cannon. Placing the red beam onto the head of a bandit near the campfire.
"Goodnight." Hank said, quoting Jebus.
His fingers twitched as he was just ready to kill. Then Hank squeezed onto the trigger, launching .460 into the bandit's brain, obliterating the bandit's heads. The bush was soon covered in the blood of the would-be bandit.
The gunshot of the N9011 was extremely loud to the people who weren't used to the gunfire that happens in Nevada all the time. AKA everyone in the damn vicinity of Hank's gun.
A bandit jumped out with his hands covering his ears, "Gah! What was that sound!?" A second bandit shouted out, "My ears are ringing!"
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/ WAVE 1 STARTED! /
Victims Remaining: 17
"Just like Nevada!"
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The two bandits had accidentally aligned their heads together and were just asking for a collateral. Hank took out his second N9011 and took a crack shot of the two bandits in one fluent movement. Both of their heads exploding like watermelon, and coating everybody else in their blood.
Hank enjoyed the sight of brutality. "Satisfaction." Hank smiled with his cheekless mouth.
Hank's ears then picked up movement towards the side of him and saw a bandit charging after him. The bandit's form was sloppy compared to Hank's standards and was just asking for a pistol whip.
In which, Hank happily obliged. He first slipped through the attack of the bandits, surprising him considering Hank's abnormal size. The bandit dropped his guard for a split second.
Hank saw and took this opportunity to lay down a punishing death. He reversed the grip of his N9011 and slammed it down into the temple of the bandit's head, getting the gun's hilt lodged deep inside of the bandit.
Hank ripped the gun right back out and did a quick 180 turn, catching a bandit before he got a stab in. "WO-" The bandit didn't even get a chance to finish as the next bullet of Hank's went into the bandit's brainmatter.
Victims Remaining: 13
Bloodlust: 56%
Hank noticed a group of five bandits charging after him. Hank opened fire on the bandit horde, mag dumping all of his bullets in one sitting. The bullets flew like a nest of angry hornets, puncturing equal sized holes into them.
The bandits were soon enough cut down where they once stood, their blood changing the grass's color.
Victims Remaining: 8
Bloodlust: 78%
Hank holstered his pistols on his hips, knowing that the entire bandit horde had definitely been alerted by Hank's presence.
Hank took out his katana and the newly acquired MP7 from their respective sheaths or holsters. Hank one handed each weapon and looked at the surviving bandits. "Come at me." Hank taunted the bandits, pissing them off yet installing a sliver of fear into them.
A bandit ran off to Hank, swinging a sword after him, "Die!" The bandit cried out, Hank only slumped his shoulders and made it look like he was open. The bandit took the bait, and swung down for Hank's chest.
Hank took his slumped sword arm and shot into the air, parrying the bandit, knocking his footing. The bandit stumbled backwards, and was soon impaled on Hank's katana. Hank pressed the gun's cold barrel on the bandit's forehead, and minced the bandit's skull into pieces.
Hank threw the bandit's dead body off his sword, "Ten down. Seven more to go." Hank spoke to himself, looking for the next target. The bandits stood at guard, realizing that running after him wouldn't just cut it.
"Ge-get the bows! Kill him now!" A hooded bandit shouted, reaching for a dagger. Hank shot the bandit dead even before he threw the dagger at Hank. Out of the corner of his eye, Hank saw an arrow coming straight for his head.
Hank deflected the arrow with his katana and saw the archer trying to snipe him. The assassin ran after the archer, his tattered coat flowing behind and masking the true scale of his body.
The archer called in two more bandits armed with bows, and together they shot at Hank. The other bandits saw them and tried to rush Hank together. To Hank they were just setting Hank up with a kill streak.
Hank rammed his katana into the closest bandit's chest, impaling him with the sharp blade. Hank raised the bandit upwards and caught the volley of arrows with the bandit's carcass.
The assassin then flung the body onto another bandit, and picked off another bandit with his gun, quickly dispatching them. The assassin strides towards the archers, putting a few bullets into the downed bandit.
Hank threw his katana like a javelin, and aimed it straight towards an archer's neck. The blade decapitated the archer's head clean, with no flesh hanging out. The neck sprayed blood onto the last two bandits.
Victims Remaining: 2
Bloodlust: 86%
"I-it's useless! Run!" A bandit cried, dropping his bow and running away. The second bandit followed after. Hank reloaded his MP7, watching as the bandits went farther away.
He aimed down sights and shot both of the bandits in the legs. The bandits dropped like a sack of rocks and fell down on the dirt road. He could hear the bandits scream and cry for any type of help.
But Hank wouldn't let his prey go away without his permission. The assassin's boots clacked on the dirt pavement. Hank grabbed his katana that still was coated in blood. He then looked at the bandits and walked towards them. The bandits were now scared, so damn scared that this monster was about to rip them to shreds.
They tried to crawl away, but felt something on top of their legs. They felt paralyzed, like they couldn't move at all, either from fear or that they were already dead. The two looked up and saw Hank, standing on top of their calves.
They both felt their sweat pooling from their foreheads. "Let's play "Whoever tells me the correct answer first gets mercy"." Hank said to the pair of bandits.
The bandits nodded immediately without any other words said. "Good. Where is the nearest civilization?" Hank asked with venom coming from his mouth. The first bandits answered as soon as Hank said those words, "I-it's Il-Iliasburg! Just south of here!"
Hank grinned on the inside of his mask. "You win." Hank said coldly, pointing the gun towards the second bandit. "No… WAI-" The bandit pleaded, before getting his head stomped onto the ground.
The bandit's face was now red as Hank had landed an extremely powerful head stomp. Hank didn't feel like giving the bandit even more time to live, as he took the sword and lobbed off the bandit's head. Leaving a pool of blood where the bandit's head used to be.
The bandit could only look in shock at Hank's way of killing people. Then he heard the sounds of Hank reloading. The bandit looked up and saw Hank taking his N9011 out and putting in a new magazine.
The bandit started to go back to crawling away, knowing that he didn't intend on keeping his deal. The assassin approached the fleeing bandit, and kicked him in the ribs, flipping him over.
Hank pressed the gun onto the bandit's forehead. "W-wait! You said you w-would give the winner m-mercy!" The bandit stuttered as Hank only looked at him with cold dead eyes. "Mercy? Haha… HAHAHA!"
Hank laughed in the bandit's face. "You thought I was telling you the truth?" Hank cocked the slider of his hand cannon back.
"Truth is, the game was rigged from the start."
*BANG!*
Victims Remaining: 0
Bloodlust: 100%
(A/n: And Cut. Howdy cultists, welcome to the end of the first real chapter or whatever. Hope the whole Deimos shit wasn't confusing. Just note that this topic won't be really necessary to remember until the next story. That's right I have another story planned, but it won't be up for a long time. Anyways, Cya.)
-LordDipstick
Date last modified: Jun/11/23