A continuation of TAKEOVER!: A Newgrounds AU Storyline;
New characters, new adversaries, new events of body horror and emotional scenes...
Just what may happen with this already dark and disturbing series of events?
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Piconjo waited patiently for his prize to awaken. He had a look of sinister intent and sick joy on his face. Conscience slowly opened his eyes with a pained groan as he sat upright, rubbing the bleeding wounds on his head and neck. Instantly, he looked to Piconjo and let out a panicked gasp. He started trembling as he let out a fit of cackling and began to circle the anxious and traumatized entity. "Hello! I see you're awake~. How about we talk about your situation, Conscience?", He stated in a sing-songy, fake voice. "You... Y-YOU!! OH, GOD, NOT YOU! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?", Conscience cried out in sheer panic and caution. Piconjo simply smiled and aimed his head down, giving the Kubrick stare as he slowly chuckled and continued to circle him like a shark. "WHAT DID YOU DO!? ANSWER ME! TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TO HIM, YOU SICK FUCK!", he howled again, now in anger and tears. Piconjo suddenly rushed forward and pinned him to the wall, still laughing. "LET GO OF ME!", Conscience yelped as he activated his ghostly ability, fleeing until he reached the door. BANG...
He hit it instead of phasing through it.
He was trapped. Piconjo had the room cursed. It was no use trying to escape. He backed away, terrified at this realization. "No... No, no, nononono, this can't be happening!", he cried. Piconjo grabbed his throat from behind and held on, choking him. "Oh, but it is~... you're stuck here...", he started, preparing to snap. "WITH ME", he finished before snapping his fingers, summoning a plume of fire in front of Conscience. He watched in horror, feeling the flames touch his body as a huge, beefy demon sauntered out of the drowning flames.
Moloch.
Its eyes fixed on him as he helplessly tried to break free. Piconjo and the demon nodded at each other, and the demon grasped Conscience's skull. Suddenly, a breaking, burning, electrical pain surged through his body, and he cried out in agonizing terror. The pains became stabbing and numbing as he cried out, his tears turning thick and black. His cries choked and became more desperate as he weakly clawed at Piconjo's arms, his strength draining and his voice getting weaker. Moloch released his grasp, Piconjo following suit and causing Conscience to drop and hit the ground... hard.
His semi-physical abilities were gone.
Next, Piconjo gave Moloch a signal. He nodded and raised a hand. A black puff of smoke began to form behind Conscience as he was distracted by the mind-numbing pain. He propped himself up weakly on his hands and knees as a large, black needle formed inside of the smog. It lengthened more and more as he tried to stand, shaking...
SLASH.
The needle went straight through his back and out of his chest. He stared at the blood-covered weapon in terror and disbelief.
He was impaled.
As he watched in horror and tried to breathe, he stopped bleeding and the same black, thick liquid that seeped from his eyes began to run down his torso. He cried out in sheer horror as Moloch disappeared and Piconjo backed away, grinning.
