DRAWING BLOOD ~ miniforce fanfic

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A/N: OH GOD NOT THE MAN TITS anyways dont you just love getting things finished only bcuz ur hyperfixating on it??? me too

im gonna exclude the whole hairdryer scene out btw

i sincerely hope i do not get whacked 60 miles per hour with suzy's plastic hammer plastered with a legal thing bcuz i cant even deal with it 😭

summary:

things get worse for the owl.

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blinking, recap, transformation, battle.

animals driven out, agents striding in.

like usual, the zero-Bots had been shattered like glass [he wasn't sure how Nein makes so many of these], met with a taunting, mocking pascal.

"Oh, so you finally showed up!" he crowed, "how slow..."

"What did you just say?" max immediately replied in response, raising his tone.

classic max.

"pascal, i guess you really missed us?" volt added, "don't think we miss you as much, though."

"what do you have in mind this time?"

pascal grinned [behind his thick, skull-filled termite infested mask], and cackled. "You think I'll tell you just like that?" He shifted his spear forward.

and like some sort of god awful switch, the spear started glowing some weird purple hue..

the whole burning sensation returned to his shoulder, sammy quietly held and applied pressure to it, wincing.

how did the others not see the energy?

pascal muttered something he couldn't hear, but lucy seemed to hear perfectly fine.

"what exactly is going perfect?"

"not sure, probably not good." volt silently said.

"go and destroy those disgusting miniforce pests!" Pascal commanded out of the blue, his henchmen toads stepping forward.

This time, equipped with a jetpack.

He shifted out of focus, since they had never really done anything catastrophic to the team.

some random taunting words, jetpacks, and failure.

he then stood up straight, the pain finally fading as pascal spoke garbage about his henchmen.

"I'll take you brats on myself!" He yelled, spear pointed at their direction before releasing the same purple energy.

the purple energy.

volt quickly warned the team about the attack, and all maneuvered out of the way.

he had barely jumped away before the beam exploded and sent smoke flying in the air...

It was no use.

and before he knew it, another beam flew into his chest and knocked him right out of the air.

same burning, same pain, same rip and tear.

purple surrounded the corner of his eye, horrible feeling of falling from a god awful height and plunging to the dry, dangerous ground and a scream of distress before he hit the rock. he hissed, the armor somewhat softened his plunge as the impact washed into his nerves.

sammy stirred, doing his best to sit up as he had landed on his arm..

his arm and chest stung and burned,

and oh god.

pascal,

"I guess that wound you got from last battle is not too bad, eh?" he taunted, sammy barely had time to look at him before another purple beam aimed his way..

but before any of his friends could react, it struck him once again.

hard.

pain shot throughout his body like it was embedded in his blood, an awful feeling mixed with aching pain and burning followed by a rip.. 

and a small faucet of blood.

the last think he saw was pascal's stupid, fucking disgusting, horrid face and his comrades rushing to his side.

then he blacked out.