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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In the room, Edd was staring at his reflection, terrified. "Wh-what's happening to me..?!", he shakily sobbed. He watched in terror as his eyes slowly returned, his back straightened and his jaw readjusted. Like he was Dr. Jekyll retracting Mr. Hyde. He backed away from the reflection, fearful and confused as Salad Fingers approached. "I-it's okay... They'd done the same thing to me.. It-it will improve, dearie...", he tried to comfort. "A-all I did was get mad! I-I didn't even feel it!!", he cried. Suddenly, a weak pounding sounded from the door. "HEELLP!! LEMME IN!!", a frail voice called from the other side.
Pico rushed over and opened the door.
It was Blockhead, and he was panting heavily. His eyes were glimmering with tears.
"BLOCKHEAD!! WHERE'S CONSCIENCE!?", Pico yelled.
"THEY GOT HIM!! THIS WAY!!", Blockhead sobbed loudly as he took Pico's hand and ran down the hall.
Skittles gripped the weak, heavily injured character as he darted hall-to-hall. He watched him constantly to ensure he was still breathing. His mind flooded with horrific thoughts and worries as he maneuvered through the bloody corridors and twisting halls. He heard footsteps pounding toward him and froze.
He thought he was doomed.
But then the sound of hoofbeats, talons clicking and metal clanging made themselves clear, becoming more recognizable.
He sped up, calling out.
"GANG!! GUYS!! HELP, I FOUND SOMETHING!!! YOUR FRIEND!!", he cried out to them.
"OVER HERE!", Pico's voice faintly cut through as a mass of shadows cut a corner. Eyes and teeth glowed against the drowning darkness as they got closer. The two slowed to a stop, meeting in the middle of the hallway.
The Gang gasped as they recognized the enemy Tankman. "Skittles!?", Pico asked.
"Yeah, yeah-- l-listen, the other enemies tormented him! I had to save him, they threw him around like a--... a-a ragdoll!! He was puking up blood, he could hardly even breathe! H-he can't move right now, we gotta do something", he worriedly addressed. Blockhead ran up as soon as he saw Conscience's damaged state. "CONSCIENCE!!! OH, GOD, OH NONONONOOOO!!! PLEASE WAKE UP! W-WAKE UP!!", he sobbed in dismay as Skittles gently placed Conscience down.
His yellow, bloodstained eyes slowly opened and fixed on him, watering and unable to fully open. His breathing was slow and ragged, and he was hardly moving. "Blockhead..? K-...Kid... It hurts... It hurts like hell... I-I can't do this anymore... I don't want... I don't want to be a doll... help me... please....", he weakly sobbed as blood trickled down from his mouth. Blockhead hugged him, sobbing uncontrollably and holding onto him for dear life. ENA's eye widened in dismay as she watched them. The Gang stayed back for the most part, watching in sorrow as Blockhead gripped his dying friend. ENA slowly walked over, putting her hand out. She gently took Conscience from Blockhead. "NO!! NO, DON'T TAKE HIM FROM ME!! G-GIVE HIM BACK!!", Blockhead cried out in dismay. "I have to take him... it'll help him", they compassionately whispered. They placed him down in front of them.
