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Chapter 38: The Master of my Own

[Scott's Pov]

I slowly stood up on my two feet paws, and I looked at the Prototype. The Prototype has his right arm covered in red latex raised, and he is glaring at me. "This is nature work, and you and anyone must not interfere. Should any refuse to cooperate, I will be forced to terminate." The holographic fur of the Prototype turned from blue to yellow. "This isn't nature work! This is pollution! You are mixing Earth meant to be lived by humans and animals with latex that isn't fit for Earth ecosystem." I stated and the Prototype shook his head.

"You still don't understand, do you? You are born from latex, and you have the freedom to decide and live for yourself, to wander the lands. You are both an animal and a human. Don't you think the latex needs to be given a chance to live in a more vast environment where they get to be an animal? I am giving you one last chance to live. Do not interfere, or I will terminate you." I smirked and I turned around, my back facing towards the Prototype. "You know it would be rude to not receive your visitor. Try me."

I closed my eyes to focus on the vibrations of the sand. I can feel the thumping of the floor, and it is quickly getting stronger and stronger, closer and closer. In the right time, I swiped my tail in hopes of striking the Prototype. My tail managed to hit something, and I quickly turned around to look. I see the Prototype lying on the floor, his fur now colored red. "I have to say, you have a nice and strong tail. I hope you won't mind if I take it from your dead body."

The Prototype quickly got up and has his left fist raised. I dodged his incoming left fist and I punched his metal abdomen hard, but the Prototype didn't even flinch. The Prototype landed a punch on my visor hard enough for my visor to once again crack. I flinched, taking a step back before feeling a kick over my abdomen. The kick sent me crashing down the floor of sand. I tried getting up on fours, but I felt a foot press down on my back, pinning me against the sand. "You're a delicate thing, you know. Perhaps I can learn more about Protogen if I were to take you hostage until I'm done with nature's work, then I get to examine your parts."

[Prima's Pov]

The buzzing of the lights of the elevator fills the entire enclosed space, and the lights occasionally flickers. The elevator doors slowly slid open, and I was welcomed by the main lobby covered by both white and black latex goo. I took a step on the main lobby, and I noticed the main entrance double doors smashed open and missing. I ran out of the building and I see the Prototype standing by Scott with a foot paw pressed on Scott's back.

Scott is struggling to wiggle himself free from the Prototype. "Prototype! Let him go." I shouted at him to catch his attention, and he turned his head around to look at me. The Prototype smirked at me as he raises his foot paw from Scott. I quickly charged at the Prototype, running towards him with my right paw on the hilt of my Muramasa. Before the Prototype can slam his foot paw on Scott, Scott has managed to swipe his hind leg away with his tail.

The Prototype flinched, and I took the opportunity to stand close to the Prototype and drawing my red blade from it's scabbard. In a matter of seconds, a red latex beast suddenly formed in front of me. The red latex beast is crouching, and it punched me on my abdomen with both of it's paws. The punch sent me flying, and I lost my grip on my red sword. I came down crashing on a puddle of red latex. My sword landed on the floor of sand, and the Prototype casually approaches my Muramasa before pulling it out and holding it on it's hilt with both of his paws.

"History repeating itself, hmm? Will it be alright by you if I sever your head this time?" The Prototype asked, smirking at me. I noticed the puddle of red latex grow bigger around me, and the same with the puddle of red latex beneath the Prototype and Scott. I noticed Scott lying in the floor of red latex with his limbs and tail bounded by red latex against the floor. There's a red latex tentacle beside Scott, and the tip of the tentacle is pointed and sharp. I smirked at the Prototype before raising my left blue latex arm.

"I'm just a red latex strapped to a bio bot that is somehow lucky enough to bear my own clones, and it's making me sick that I have to carry the guilt of the red latex wrecking havoc to the environment and being used for the wrong doings. My red latex was a tool of justice. Not used in anger. Not used for vengeance. But now... Now I'm not so sure. And besides, this isn't my latex." I quickly ran towards the Prototype, and the Prototype stood calm as he holds my Muramasa with both of his paws.

A red latex spike rose from the red latex puddle in front of me, and I dodged it just in time. I stopped to touch the red latex spike, and the red latex spike turned blue. I charged at the Prototype again, confident this time. The Prototype smirked at me and he lowered his left arm. He held the red blade downward on it's hilt with his right paw as if it's in it's scabbard. I immediately ran to his left, and I saw a blue latex spike raise from the ground. The Prototype dodged the blue latex spike by hopping to the sky.

The blue latex spike melted to the red latex floor, turning the area of the floor into blue latex. I hopped towards the Prototype, and the Prototype noticed me closing in on him. He quickly raised a tower of red latex to use as a support to stand on, and once again he holds the Muramasa to his left as if it's in it's scabbard. I glanced down at me to realize that a blue latex spike formed and rose from the puddle of blue latex, and it extended itself towards the Prototype.

The blue latex spike manages to stab his right red latex paw, and his right paw lost the grip on the hilt of my red blade. The Muramasa fell on the floor as I charge forward at the Prototype, knocking him over from his tower. We're both falling to the floor, and I quickly placed my left blue latex paw over to his head. His LED eyes and holographic fur began to flicker and fluctuate from the blue latex. We crashed to the floor, and I quickly stood up to reach out for my Muramasa with my right cybernetic paw.

I held the red blade with my right cybernetic paw and gently inserted it to it's scabbard before turning around to see the Prototype already standing on it's two foot paws. "I may have lost the sword, but I still have my--" Not wasting anymore time, I pressed the trigger of my scabbard. The Muramasa draws out from it's scabbard, and I wielded it with my right cybernetic paw to slash the right red latex arm of the Prototype. The Prototype flinched as his right arm flies off, and I stuck my Muramasa to the floor of sand before grabbing the Prototype by his neck using my left blue latex paw.

I threw the Prototype to the floor, pinning him down with my blue latex paw on his neck. The LED and the holographic fur of the Prototype began to fluctuate and flicker, and eventually the Prototype became unconscious. "Finally, that's a lot of power for a chunk of metal like you. Thanks for the meal."