The Fury Of A Wholesome Killer Boy 2: Turf Wars

ReVitalized And ReiNvigorated

"Grab it! Just grab it! GRAB IT!"

The strange camera-like creature had seemingly lost all patience by this point, and was banging itself against the wall repeatedly while V tried and failed to pick up a scalpel. N was forced to watch in immense confusion and mild anxiety as the gnarled fingers of her right hand attempted to grip themselves around the small weapon. V's tongue now stuck out of her mouth as a painful creaking filled the air while she lifted the scapel up again. As with previous attempts, it proved to be far too much for the fingers to handle and she dropped the tool. The sound of the metal object clanging against the table was loud enough in the silent basement to finally trigger the camera head.

"Intimidating glare," the creature narrated while it peeled itself from the wall, turning its venomous golden gaze to look into V's 'X' symbol while a pincer descended from the ceiling and clenched itself around V's head, not putting in enough pressure to damage her, but enough to cause a white digital droplet of sweat to manifest on her visor. N finally decided to break the silence, drawing both the camera and V to look at him.

"Woah Cyn, for an eldritch.. monster thingy?" N's previous statement went out the window as he grew puzzled in how to classify the robotic monster before him. Luckily, it seemed as if the lens had looked straight into his metallic soul and were happy to clarify.

"The Solver of the Absolute Fabric! The Void! Ţ̶̢̼͎͖̻̘̀h̵̥̺͖̤̙̮̘̺̖̖͛̈́͑̈͋ȩ̵̧̨͉̥̫͔̯̦͖̼̓̀͌͆͜ͅ ̸̱̩͔̙͈̣̥̖͇͒͊̒̀̈́͒̅̿̏̕͝ͅę̷̘͍̻̙͔̾̏̃͌͗̆̐̕͝x̴̨̤̜͔̭̮̠̉p̶̠̺̦̾̕͘õ̸̪̤͓̖̮͔̯̼͉̞̦̔̐̽̄̚̚͜͝n̶̰̻̪͊̾̔ę̷̞̲̲̖̻̖̂̋͗̀͛̈̈́̈͌̀̈́͋͜n̷̡͍͓̲͉̠͑̎̌̊̇̿̃̈̆̋͛̚̚̕i̷̧̥͊́̏t̷̢̢̧̡̡̫̬̥̘̫̆ͅa̵̧̛͎̹̼̻̼̭̍̓́͊̍̿͒̉͘l̶͍̻̉̎͆̓͂̏͒͒͐̒̽̈́͜͝ ̵̨̛̙͇̺͇̝͕͕̖̬̯̘̍̀͛ę̷̡͈̲̝͍̯̿̌ǹ̵̦̍̒̇͗̀͛̎̊d̷̨̰̣̝̽̂͜͜!̸̢̨̭͇̠̬̙̘̱̰̯̖̳̇̏̔̃̚͜ " The eye of the camera seemed to increase in its brightness, N only staring in even more confusion for a moment before his focus switched to the other demon in the room, V.

He still hesitated to call her one, considering that she was currently a puppet of Cyn, but her body was still trying to kill him. Luckily for her, N had a solution to this problem. It was common trope that giving back someone an item of importance or value to them could break them out of an evil trance, so perhaps, if he executed this right, he could make V come back to her senses? He had no idea whether it would work or not, but he had to try. He gave the camera a little thumbs up in an attempt to stroke its demonic ego before he initiated his plan.

"Hey V? Before you lobotomize me, I think you dropped something," N spoke in a softer-than-usual tone before tilting his head downward and biting down on the glasses wedged within his suit, having snagged them after he and DarkXWolf17 had managed to fend off V upon her turning into the monstrosity of flesh and leather that had been rampaging through the mansion. Once his mechanical jaws had a secure grip on the pair of spectacles, he leaned himself forward, just having enough wiggle room despite his bonds to place the glasses directly on V's face. The camera head deadpanned at the cringe playing out before it as V hesitated, blinking in confusion as her vision suddenly became far clearer than before, as if condensation had been wiped off her visor. She briefly gazed at the mutated hand that she now possessed, before her gaze found N again, smiling at her. He was so.. crisp.. so visible... N.

"I got you," N cooed at her in a soft voice, the gentle words washing over V's CPU and giving her clarity. Gentle... gentle mouths....

"..G-Gold..." V's voice came out as a coarse croak, but it was more than enough for the camera head to widen its lens and shoot up in alarm, "..En Retrievers have.." The camera head rolled its eyes while N's surprised optics soon began to fill themselves with barely contained tears. V, his crush and friend, was back! And she heard and listened to everything N was telling her about! What an amazing woman!