A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

The Plant-Chapter 12

TW: BLOOD WARNING, DEATH

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"This isn't what I thought he'd look like honestly," George whispered to Vulpine.

"He didn't look like this four days ago," they whispered, holding their hammer at the ready.

"Do you relish the fact that you will be trapped here until those out in the remains of this world forget you?" Mr. P spat, narrowing his only eye. He has cybernetic additions to himself, including a robotic eye and robotic limbs.

"Heyy, uh, did you get a haircut? New suit?" Vulpine asked casually. "Look real good on you?"

George screwed his face up when he looked up at them while Mr. P barked a laugh. "Ghosts make jokes now, I suppose," he rasped.

"Uhm, we're not dead?" They said, looking down at George before looking back at Mr. P.

Mr. P turned and walked away, hobbling a bit. George and Vulpine exchanged a look before following him.

He only stopped when they reached a large, open space with three other corridors. "This is the heart of the laboratory," he announced, opening his arms as a gesture. Vulpine noticed that the hunk of metal on his left arm was actually a gun, making them hold a hand out in front of George. "This is where I rest for eternity," he said before turning to them. "I wanted to help my wife, but instead I wrecked the world."

"Yeah, uh, you're a dickhead and a dumbass, we know that already," Vulpine rolled their eyes. "So we're here to knock some sense into you or kill you, so make your evil villain speech quick." George nodded fiercely, frowning deeply.

Mr. P looked at them and sighed. "Impatience kills, you know?" He laughed in spite of himself. "I learned that the hard way."

Vulpine noticed some movement from behind Mr. P and stiffened. An infected scientist with a glowing tube of liquid stumbled from the darkness, a red and green pupil in each eye.

"You ever fight an infected kid?" They asked, raising their hammer.

"Uh, no?" He squeaked, holding his bat at the ready.

"Might have to," they whispered.

"Now scatter, ghosts," Mr. P said, raising his gun arm.

"Go find something to calm him down!" Vulpine yelled, shoving George to the left with their shoulder.

He looked at them bamboozled. "What about you?!" He asked, eyes wide.

"I can handle this, easy peezy," they smirked. "Now go!"

George took a step back before turning to run down the corridor. Vulpine grinned with a nod before being hit by something that made them stumble and freeze, which made them yelp.

Move fast little guy!

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George skirted around a corner, taking a pause to figure out what to do. What would calm him down? He wracked his brain, thinking, while jogging over to the room on the opposite side of the room.

"I think "calm him down" equals "make him stop", so maybe a gun?" He suggested to himself, opening the door to the room. "I mean, solves a bunch of problems. But where could I find a gun? They are all probably outside in an armory or something." He made a little hm sound and looked around the room. "How can I cause as much damage as I can without a weapon that can kill dozens of people in four seconds?" He thought for a few seconds, tapping his foot, before getting an idea. "Maybe a picture of his wife!" He snapped his fingers and started to peek around the room.