Monster Girl Quest: Improbable Fates! (Monster Girl Quest X Madness Combat)

Chapter 2: The Killing Machine Cometh!!

Howdy once again, sorry for this long overdue chapter. I didn't abandon y'all, I just went to the local supermarket to retrieve the milk. Another reason why I was gone for so long was because IRL crap, mainly going on a roadtrip across the southern side of the U.S. and also I was editing some chapters.

Now for some unfortunate news, the MADNESS live action movie pitching process is on pause because Hollywood won't pay their writers fairly. So I'm sad.

Good news however, Sanford and Deimos plushies will be coming out soon, and I shall complete my collection whether my wallet likes it or not.

Quick disclaimer: Jebus isn't making an appearance in this, he's going elsewhere... Unless I get bored, I'll just write a oneshot of Jebus 1v1ing Ilias, because .500 magnum vs god, or the small chance I will write a NG+ version of this story.

Now enough about me, and more about the story, catch y'all at the end!

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Chapter 2
The Killing Machine Cometh!!

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Somewhere in the Ilias Continent...

Hank J. Wimbleton stared at the bloody road. Satisfied at his own work, after a few seconds of him breathing and calming down his insatiable bloodlust. Hank decided to go south and find this "Iliasburg", now that he was done fucking around with the locals.

Hank looked around for a few minutes then realized, "Ah shit... I don't have a compass."

Hank dug in his pockets and only found bullets, pocket sand, and more bullets. Normally, Hank would be thrilled about still having more bullets to waste, but in this scenario he wasn't so happy. This is one of the only times where he wished he hadn't packed so many damn bullets.

Hank, disappointed in himself, huffed out a breath of air. It seemed like he would have to do this the painful way. He took one step and quickly fell to the floor.

The assassin clutched onto his chest, "URGH!"

Hank hissed in pain, coughing up blood both in and out of his mask. He moved his hand and looked at his bloody handprint on his vest.

By now, he had used up most of his adrenaline and was now feeling the pain.

'I really need to find some type of first aid, or I'll be in Purgatory yet again.'

Hank coughed up more blood, splattering all over. the already bloody pavement. By the way his body looked and how he was coughing up blood.

He could tell that he was bleeding both internally and externally, the blood from his back dripped continuously. The outside air entered his exposed wound, the blood coming out of his mouth. He knew the damage that the clown had inflicted to him was bad, but not this bad.

Hank straightened his gaze and wiped the blood from his mouth, additionally spitting out any blood left inside his mouth.

He clutched onto a large gash on his back, given to him by his good ol' clown nemesis. It stung once he grabbed it, but the pain was something that Hank was all too familiar with. Just by a single touch, he could tell that the wound was extremely deep, but it wouldn't disable his combat capabilities, but not enough for it to hinder his combat.

The assassin got himself off the floor and looked around to see where he could find a small town, or resources to make some semi-decent first aid. He then noticed some words that floated above him, acting like the words of Tricky, floating with no sort of context.