The Needlemouse Reworked project

by Needlemouse reworked project

There was once a woman who lived under a lake. One day, people came over and built a house over it. She did not like that. It reminded her of bad days Her past that she wanted to forget. Hello, in other words, this is a Re-work/re imagining of the Needlemouse series created by Shutupjojo. May Yahweh do good works through this fanfic.

10. Chapter 9: clicked

Luther sat alone, stirring in his melancholy mess of a self image. Eyes straining towards the dark empty abyss for the past 3 weeks. He had no clue it had been weeks though as spending even just a few days in a man made horror maze should make you lose at the very least, some arbitrary sense of time itself. Staring at an empty plate of understanding of the world around you. Only now the world around him was pixelated, not elated. The world was meant to not be serviced, in the tragic event a soul got caught here it would be a hell of searing hot and tear freezing cold with the comedic exterior of "Sonic the Hedgehog". A guise for the tragedy of Sarah henderson, the poor girl who gotten her revenge by murdering her murderers in the good ol' days of 1995

Then the screen had lit up in a bright flash, blinding the world around him in a scheme of saturated light. And behind the screen, Tom. Thomas Bentley Artwright. "No this can't be right, Sarah let me see him not that long ago" he said, over and over in his brain. He suddenly felt a searing pain first scratching up and down rapidly throught his spine, spinning around in his head in circles, in circles, in circles. "He must be booting up the game" he found the sentence in his melting body, his flesh now melting like plastic cups left too long in a street fire. "He's booting up the game.

"Son", "Son", "SON". He tried to get the words out of his mouth sewn underneath a smile carved onto the screen. " SON, SON, SON, SON, SON" he kept on, he wasn't going to let up this opportunity God had given to him, and you do not pass on his opportunities, especially in this world. "Son". He felt a boiling hot breath partially leave the mouth area or where his mouth was on the character followed by a blink of the word in blue in front of him, Tom looking weirded out at first but then assuming that it was just a glitch as it was so fast that he couldn't even register it as a word with the naked eyes that he had.

Then it was more than searing heat. It was melting, boiling pain in his flesh, he could feel it, behind his eyes and fingertips most prominently. It could burst out of his pupils at any moment, a fountain of steaming hot blood coating the screen in a puke of humanity. However it didn't faze Luther as much as torture sessions like this that Sarah had performed before, like the time she had put him in ice cap zone and thrown him in the water, the water rushing through is mouth nd nose freeing the breath in his lungs nd forcing the digital bile out his mouth. In his human form fittingly, as bile is something he didn't design tails to have. And he gazed up, through the water at his old friend, his old girlfriend even at one point in time, and saw her pupils of pure boiling blood, composed of pure, unfiltered hatred, piercing throught the dark, deathly depths.

No. There was something in Luther this time, living with him as a duality to his shame, his guilt that he rightfully earned. It clicked in his mind. Hope. After all these years, he was given the gift of hope. Or more so realizing it was there all along. If a God could give his life for him on a tree then an unforgivable murder is forgiven. He now knew what his purpose was. Why was he killed and put in the game? Not to serve a punishment for another person but to save another person as he looked through his still boiling pupils at his son and then back to Sarah to his left.

As the Game crashed and the screen went black and Sarah's Sonic form climbed down from her iconic sonic pose she uttered a single phrase. "Micheals awaiting us , Luther"

No punishment could stop him now.