𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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And so, for the next few years, our star spent his days murdering people. Small groups, businesses, factions, and more. He had gained a bounty over his head, a pretty profitable one too. The description on it was rather vague though, nobody even knew his name. He spoke to almost nobody, trusted nobody, and interacted with nobody. When he was 21 e decided to go out on his own and explore what he could of Nevada. It led him to many different hell holes, though they were all rather unpleasant. He never made the same mistakes again compared to before though.

He didn't bother making friends, he never bothered even thinking about it as a matter of fact. He saw companions as something that slowed him down rather than helped him, because he works fast while he's alone. He only wants to take care of himself, and himself only. His past friends have usually betrayed him anyway, just look back at Elaine or Sarah. They were his friends at one point, and look what happened with them!

As for relationships, the thought of one makes him sick. From the day of Sarah's death, he's hated the thought of being in one. He wasn't quite comfortable with anyone, and he doubted that he would be comfortable any time soon. He hasn't met much of anyone anyway, and he doesn't intend to either. Over the years though, his regrets had started to weigh him down as far as all this goes. He felt guilty still, like it was his fault he was treated the way he was.

He felt as though it was his fault entirely for every little detail! He felt as though his parents abandoned him because he fucked up, and their death was caused by his own greed and irrationality. He sees that they're bad people, sure, but he still feels so damn guilty about things. Like he could've listened and obeyed them better, like he could've been a more cooperative child. He could've done everything they said when they said it instead of acting out. And don't even get me started on how he felt guilty for her. Everything that happened between those two was his fault in his book. The most painful part is that he started to forget things about her. How she looked, how she sounded, hell he even forgot what gender she was for a while. What her house looked like, what went on inside, the basement. He was even starting to forget Tanya, unfortunately.

He's grown up. His childhood is so far away now, so I expect it's a bit harder to remember now. The things that happened at that bar are still very vivid to him, and they still bother him. Especially Elaine. He won't ever be able to enjoy that luxury ever again, all because little miss thick thighs was bored. He still gets a shiver down his spine when that subject in any way shape or form is mentioned, trying to avoid it as much as possible. And he will go to great lengths to talk or think about something else as quickly as possible. He's still pretty surprised how much he's changed though. Just in the time he's been in Nevada for fuck's sake.

And as for today? It's about mid November, the man is 23 years old. He's massive, 6'10", and built like a brick wall. He kept that scruffy kind of look, however he keeps his hair up in a bun most of the time. A very loose one. His look has changed from looking good to being comfortable and concealed. Honestly, he just wants to look more masculine. So he wears a sleeveless vest in a way, it hides his curves better. Kind of. Being as wide and just overall big as he is has got to be a hassle, especially with clothes. Speaking of, he won't wear clothes that reveal any sort of skin on his body besides his hands and face. He's covered in scars, and hates to show them. He hates showing his body in general, even if it was as simple as rolling up his sleeves or wearing a shirt without a turtleneck. He refuses to do it.

All in all, things have gotten lonely and sad. He's got nothing to live or die for, no goals in life. He doesn't know where he's going, where he's gonna go, or where he wants to go in life and in direction. No seriously-- he's just been wandering around looking for something to do. He is that bored. He's trying to look for something to do, something to occupy himself with even for now. But Nevada is pretty bare if you aren't in a big city, which is unfortunate. However he had stumbled upon a small area out in the middle of god knows where, it looked cozy enough to take a break at. It was just a bench next to the road, but it's better than nothing. He had walked up to the bench, inspecting it closely to make sure everything was safe. Over the years his paranoia has gotten significantly worse.

A cold breeze swept through the air, dragging the hot puff of breath right out of his lungs. He watched as the horizon stood stationary, nothing but a nearby tree swaying in the wind for him to look at. So, while he was here, he opened his phone and tapped on his memos app. He writes to himself when he's most upset, sort of like venting to himself since he has nobody else to vent to. It's sad when you think about it, but that's alright. He typed away, however his fingers slipping and his hands getting cold ticked him off the slightest bit. Slight enough to cause him to wrap up early and put his phone away. He needs to find something more interesting to do..

Our main man had stood up and walked off, rather quickly. Nearby by about 20 yards was a bonfire. He approached it and crouched down, observing the state of the inactive fire. There was an empty booze bottle, but a full one as well. The fire was smoldering, barely even alive. Someone's been here, and they're clearly coming back. He stood up and quickly made his way out of the area, waling in one set direction until he found something. It took a bit of walking, and pushing himself to keep going, but the man did eventually find something interesting. A scrapyard! Perfect, he can look for whatever the fuck in here. He carefully sneaked around the perimeter, finally going inside the yard and looking around. Huh, not much here. 

He wandered around for a little bit, just browsing through the misshapen and gnarled pieces of scrap. He heard something shift tough, freezing and looking around cautiously. Wondering to himself why the noise was created. He listened for another moment, hearing some more shifting, rustling, then footsteps. Shit! The man quickly made his way for the exit of the junkyard, weaving his way through piles of scraps and metal to avoid being stopped.

That.. didn't work.

"Hey you! What are you doing in my junkyard, that isn't actually my junkyard, however I am claiming it as my junkyard, even though I am trespassing like you are!" A voice called, alert in a sense. A masculine and somewhat strong tone. Alex had completely frozen in fear, seemingly he has been caught off guard. He glanced over at the man who had spoken, a masked man with a lab coat and a red tie. Hm. "I was just leaving--" "So you're gonna leave all this trash un-stolen?" Alex raised a brow, turning and looking directly at the other person now. "What?" He asked, confused. Now why would this other man encourage Alex to steal scrap with him? Is he just that much of a criminal?"

Then, out of absolutely nowhere, a couple of other people had made their entrances. Albeit very clumsily. Alex hadn't paid any attention to them, rather slinking off to hide in the back. However a metallic man had stopped him, asking for his name. Of course getting his answer, before introducing himself and the group. "Nice to meetcha! I'm Jake, this is Rado, and that's Dr. Purgatory." The man said, as this 'Dr. Purgatory' man had laid on top of a pile of trash. Ruining his lab coat. These people seemed like clowns so far, and not in a good way. Jake had tried to have a conversation with our not-so-heroic hero, but it ended in Alex being socially awkward. He's not been friendly towards someone in years, what can I say? More conversation went on between the others, the man was spaced out almost the entire time. He eventually had finally went and hid somewhere nearby, sneaking off as silently as possible. It's a miracle he could even hide properly, being as big as he is. 

Buuuuuut that was interrupted. The Doctor man had followed him. "Heyy, don't leave just yet!" He said, walking with him as Alex walked backwards. He stopped though. He didn't know why he stopped, but something in him told the man to. Something about this group was trustworthy enough.. for now. "My therapist is gonna give me shit again if I don't make a friend by the end of this week." The man explained. The what now? God-- these were some of the most confusing people the man has met yet, he didn't know what was going on, why it was going on, and why he was even involved. He spaced out once again, not even giving the man an answer before him and his buddies started talking again. This time he actually went and hid somewhere, but it didn't take very long for Dr. Purgatory to notice. For whatever reason. He could hear the man in the near distance, saying that something had changed. Fuck.

Some wacky stuff happened, though it was all a sort of a blur. It all went by so fast, and by the end of it all Alex was at the same spot. Commotion was going on in a different part of the yard, though a set of footsteps came to keep the man company. The man from earlier had walked up to Alex, standing in front of him. That moment seemed to slow down, perhaps it was the angle? But this damned doctor looked, I would like to say angelic? Maybe a sick and twisted sort of angelic, but he just.. Alex didn't know. But it made his chest feel so empty yet so full at the same time. His heart had twisted itself in a knot, whether it was the anxiety or something else. He enjoyed it for once though. The two stared at each other for a moment, assumingly making eye contact. Alex couldn't see anything through that mask though. 

And that's where everything began.