The Horrors BEYOND. (A Phighting AU)

Chapter 3 - Loss Of A Friend.

Zuka had their hands in their pockets as they looked around every dark cranny of the city or random alley with sushi shops and clothes. Boombox's stage wasn't too far, maybe Zuka could make them aware of the creature before it's too late. They started walking, hearing something rustle behind them. "It's probably just an animal." Zuka thought. They weren't one to believe the paranormal or random stalkers that'd stalk him. Sure they did have quiet the reputation like the rest but they weren't popular at all. In fact, they more of forgotten by other people but not by the phighters which they're greatful for. Speaking of which.. where is his son? Before Zuka could think further, the same figure that was supposed to be dead jumped out and launched at him, sinking it's teeth into Zuka's shoulder.

“FUCK! SH-SHIT!–” Zuka tried to do anything, mostly anything to get the thing off, but they were crushed hard onto the ground, the claws of the creature holding onto their arms. They felt their head lean against the rough concrete below them, seeing black saliva drip out of the creatures mouth as the monster launched again for Zukas face.

“GET OFF OF ME!” Zuka kicked whatever that thing was off, taking in a sharp inhale then sprinted to wherever they could hide. It was the bridge, but anyone would do anything to get away from something like that.. even if it meant bringing themself into a bad situation. Zukas sight was clearly visible to the creature's night vision, unfortunately.

“Listen– leave me alone, j-just–” Zuka saw a rock and bent over, taking their last chance to defend themself, then noticing the creature take the advantage and launched itself again, using its leg for extra support in its aim and managed to tear a hole in Zuka's chest before kicking the curved horned man off the bridge, bleeding away. All the creature heard was screaming until a big water splash. It looked down to see blood rise up to the surface water, assuming Zuka had died. It threw the rock Zuka bashed their eye with away. It would be difficult to navigate with a wound on their eye. Perhaps a bit blurry, but Medkit was certainly next.

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It's been days since Zuka's disappearance, Sword sighing and leaning against the black tower pole inside of the main area. They could only look at the black car that would be right in front of the battle arena teleporter all phighters would use.. but it hasn't been used ever since the incident. Sword just threw their weapon aside and slacked down onto their rear on the ground, sobbing. Their heart raced in a panic, sweat dripping down their face. At this point their helmet was cold from the heat in their skin.

“How am I gonna tell Rocket..?” Sword said, sucking up their tears and wiping their face. They hadn't seen any of their friends since and to be honest? They dearly missed them a lot. Maybe today they'd go looking, maybe.. just maybe.. they'd find someone. Medkit was the perfect person to go to for advice and stuff or when they needed tips. They weren't as good of a phighter but Rocket would always help them.

“Would Rocket hate me if I just– told them their father died?..” Sword started to overthink, brushing their face with their hands as to get the thoughts away and searched for Rocket. They had to know sadly, Rocket was always with Sword in any predicament, in any situation but not this one. Why did they become so overly anxious with Rocket not talking to them anymore? They were dating for god sakes! Sword should just.. give them some time to think.

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“Yeah I'm not sure myself but that's all I heard-”

“Heya Rocket!” Sword walked up to Boombox and Rocket's presence, interrupting a conversation, overall they didn't mean it. Rocket of course greeted back, why wouldn't they? It was Sword, their favorite person in the world besides their father!

“Oh hey Sword, what's going on?” Rocket stepped off the stool, hissing at their leg injury. They put their strength onto the crutch they used, no matter how much it hurt. It was just some simple accident in training when Subspace went too far and sorta blew up their leg, it was only scarred but luckily the skin is still there. Sure a few plastic surgery measures had to come upon them but their leg felt way better than it did before.