(Power Outage is fiiiinally over!!! Now, things can finally back to normal! I'll juuust inch in an itty bitty time skip where the fellas are feeling a whole lot better. I'm sure you guys wouldn't wanna read a chapter where they just sit on a couch and wait!)
(As the name suggests, more gootrax! They're a whole lot less shy and have started to show their faces, the goos themselves and their transfiguring items, sooo, yeah! Hope you enjoy!)
(Also, there will be a lot more murder!)
6:00 AM
The darkness parted as I opened my eyes groggily. I was in a big mess, my skin felt oily and my hair was a dry mess under my helmet, but aside from that, it was the first time I actually woke up feeling refreshed down in this hellhole.
I sat up quickly, staring down at the palm of my hand, clenching it into a fist. I didn't feel a thing, no sudden jolts of pain or lingering aches, all was fine. With a slight smirk, I stood up, stretching wide, making sure to make good use of every little muscle in my body.
That med spray or whatever it's called really worked wonders on me... I felt young again! Even after all the shit I went through after... Just like that, years of aches and pains, gone, I was spry and limber again! I almost shed a tear at the feeling...
Clearing my throat, I righted myself, looking back to the other two. Jack was absolutely knocked out, having fallen halfway off the couch, a small pool of drool forming around his mouth as his face smooshed up against the cold hard concrete. The handle of the axe had long since toppled right onto his face, but that did little to stir him.
Dave was too, out cold. I had no clue how he managed to sleep with all that gear piled on him, that tight rubber suit, the clunky machete, the katana and other blades. He was sleeping on his back soundly, Shamrock hugged tight to his chest.
The sheep was having a good sleep too, snoring softly, idly snuggling into Dave's chest. I smiled a bit at the sight, before I turned away. I'd let the guys have their sleep, as for now... I'd oughta get myself a few more weapons on my belt.
From that last fight, losing my only weapon while outnumbered, 3 to 1 was a no go. I was lucky they were so frail, otherwise I doubted I'd be in this good of a condition. Besides, the cold was seriously getting to me now, all those new holes and tears in my clothes made me look like a damned banshee.
Anyways, luckily for me, there were also literal crates of tools and weapons in the room right beside us. It was... well, a godsend I suppose. I made my way over to the counter, climbing over before stumbling on into the small outpost.
There were crates lined neatly up against the walls, tops popped off, and within each one, rows of neatly arranged weapons, filling them each to the brim, with the exception of one that was filled with odd, rough crystal weapons, the same type that was growing from Jack's hand. I grimaced, kicking the crate away before turning my attention to the goods at hand.
I had little space for the bats... no room for those mutant weapons either, no use for a handful of bricks, I already had a crowbar too... Ah, I could use a machete though. I pulled out one of the blades, turning it over in my hands. The edge was sharp, it was fresh from the factory, never touched before now. Not a nick in the handle, not a scratch on the blade. Smiling a little, I tucked it into my belt, securing it tight.
I made sure to grab hold of a medkit while I was at it, hooking it taut onto my belt, opposite the machete. I wandered about the small room, looking to the unopened, discarded boxes in the corner.
They looked old, I guessed Dave thought they were filled with crap, or at least, things of little value. With a shrug, I pulled the crowbar from my vest, stepping towards the old creaky crate.
I jammed the tail end under a nail, pulling it free, following suit with the 3 others. After it was nice and loose, I popped open the lid, looking inside... I felt my heart stop for a brief moment as I looked down at the glorious gift that lay within...
It couldn't be... no, it was... how... it was beautiful...
I slowly set my crowbar against the crate then reached in, careful to dirty the godsend that lay within. Grasping the handle and base gently, I slowly lifted it, glancing at it's beautiful body. There was an odd logo on it, reading 'Jim's Logging Co.' I clipped off the safety cover, letting it's true glory shine.
It was absolutely beautiful in every way! The way the chain rustled, glinting menacingly in the light, the bright yellow casing, the tough and resilient metal body beneath it's plastic shell. The tough, rubbered handle, the cord!
I didn't know where I was gonna find gas for this but... I'm sure they had some around. Maybe in one of these other crates? I sure hope to God Almighty that there was... I gently set the chainsaw down on a nearby shelf, grasping my crowbar tight.
I pulled each nail free, quickly popping the lid off and glancing inside. I let out a great big sigh of relief, slipping the crowbar back into the back of my vest. There was gas! Many metal gas canisters were left in the crate, they definitely hadn't spoiled, I knew that for a fact... so, this would keep on running for months...
I pulled out a canister, unscrewing the cap and plopping it quickly on the ground, careful to not spill a drop. I grabbed the chainsaw, setting down on the flat top of one of the crates, before unscrewing the fuel tank.
I grabbed the canister, carefully placing the rim on the edge of the tank, before tipping the gas right on in. I let it pour briefly, before screwing the caps back on both. I was as giddy as a kid on Christmas Goddamnit! I set the canister down, before gripping the chainsaw.
I hefted it into my hands, and it was relatively heavy, just not too light, perfect for me. I let out a brief sigh of relief, feeling it's comforting weight sink into my hands.
Now, enough ogling over power tools, I needed a hazard suit, pronto. I clipped the safety cover back on before tucking the tool into the back of my vest. There wasn't a whole lotta space in there, but until I could find a solution, it'd have to do.
I climbed back over the counter and froze, thinking for a moment... where did they keep their hazmat suits? I knew for a fact those scientists loved scattering those things about when they were done with em'. I've seen those things all over the place! Seriously.
There was one down in the Storage unit, right by the Garden, one in the Garden... eh, a lot more everywhere else. Well, the Garden one's obviously the closest, so I oughta go there.
Rolling my neck, I walked off down towards the Garden. As I passed by the server room, I cast a weary glance to the waters, keeping an eye out for those horrible shark mutants... they weren't anywhere to be seen, well, I guess we did kill them all... though, there were scant ripples in the water.
Oh well! Nothing to fret about!
Continuing down, I passed through the automatic doors, that led down the hall that split the storage room, garden and security. I cast a glance to my right, looking through the room. I knew they had it in here somewhere...
I walked in, my footsteps ringing out into the silence... well, relative silence, there was a faint rustling noise coming from... in the very room I was stood in. I furrowed my brow, pulling the chainsaw out, unclipping the safety before tucking the cover in my belt.
I looked around, listening intently through the slight muffle of my helmet and mask. Eventually, I narrowed the noise to behind the shelves, in the small makeshift break room the scientists lounged about.
I crept up to the corner, taking a deep breath, before revving up the chainsaw, it let out a furious roar as the motor fired to life, then I jumped around the corner, putting on the most menacing look I could muster.
From what I saw, I noticed a particularly spooked red fox lookin' thing, staring back at me with wide, confused yellow eyes. I quickly looked it over, it was particularly odd, with unnaturally red fur, the fur around it's chest, belly and chin were all white, it sported a mouth full of decently long sharp teeth also.
It's claws were short and unthreatening, and it was pretty short at it too. But what bothered me most was the fact that it had the hazmat suit I was looking for in it's hands. I glared at it, looking around for a few moments, before sighing, straightening up.
"Drop the suit."
It stared back at me unblinkingly, glancing to the suit in it's paws, before turning to stare back at me, taking a step back. I furrowed my brow, a slight grimace taking place on my face
"Your hands, the thing in your hands, put it on the ground and step away."
I said, trying to mime out the actions. It just continued to stare at me, wide eyed confusion. It blinked slowly, frozen... before it promptly made a mad dash away, pushing out the light cardboard boxes from the shelves and dashing away as fast as it could. I frowned, revving my chainsaw before taking chase.
It yipped as it skirted away nimbly, dashing into the garden, throwing itself at the automatic doors, waiting for them to open while glancing over it's shoulders, before running off.
I grumbled to myself, thudding off after the annoying creature, my footsteps heavy and powerful, I never could've guessed I could run this fast... I was catching up the the fox slowly but steadily, but it continued to take turns and corners, leading me every which way.
It dragged me through the gardens, through the server rooms, through the goddamned utility rooms, I had to shoulder tackle my way through a group of those acid mutants from before as it ran across the support bridge. Pushing the frail little creatures out of my way like they were bean bags.
They looked different this time, but I paid them no heed, their angry squeaks fading as I powered on, untiring and determined. I was getting more and more furious as the time passed, how long was this thing going to run for?
I noticed it's legs quivering, it's pace slowing slowly, a pained look on it's face as it just kept on running. Every time it threw itself against an automatic door, waiting those brief moments between seconds for them to open, I gained just a bit more ground.
In the end, it was panting, having slowed down greatly. I swore... the damned thing led me around the facility 2... no 3 times. I was done, no mercy for the thing. All it needed to do was drop the goddamned hazmat suit, but nope! It held on to it the entire sprint.
It finally stopped it's sprint in the Garden, near the intersection to the Server room, Cave Garden and Main Garden.
It slowed to a crawl, collapsing back onto a wall, panting like crazy, letting the hazmat suit fall to the side. I thudded up to it, panting lightly as sweat dripped down my face, fogging up the lenses of the gas mask.
I tore the thing off, wiping the lenses clear of condensation before letting the thing fall back onto my face. I glared down at the fox, as it stared up at me, I couldn't quite tell if it was terror, spite, confusion or anger. I had no clue why it could've been angry though.
I stood a few steps back, and it managed to push itself to it's feet, staring at me with wide fear filled eyes. I revved the chainsaw menacingly as it raised it's paws, unsheathing the full length of it's claws. They were still small compared to the length of every other mutants, about half the length of an eraser.
With a shout of built up frustration, I raised the chainsaw overhead, the chain spinning to life. The fox quickly brought up it's arms, crossing them over in a futile attempt to protect itself. I brought the chainsaw down onto the fox, the chain ripping through flesh, fur and bone with little struggle, it stared in wide eyed terror as the chainsaw inched quickly towards it's skull, unable to run, it's legs simply refusing to move.
With a slight bit of extra force, I shoved the chainsaw down, cutting it's forearms in two before splitting it's skull, it's weird gooey brain showing in a flash of blood and gore. I narrowed my eyes, putting just a bit more force into it, before slicing the blade roughly through the rest of it's torso, splitting it in two.
It's two halves fell to the floor with a heavy thud, gore and splayed across the walls behind it and all over my clothes. I grimaced down at the sight, before glancing over at the hazmat suit. Blinking hard, I settled my chainsaw gently atop a stack of pallets, having already turned it off, before taking off my mask, helm and vest, letting my crowbar rest against the wall.
I unclipped my belt, leaving the tools on before sliding off my thinning steel capped boots. I quickly slipped the hazmat suit over my ripped clothes, covering me entirely from head to toe, I felt secure in this thing, and a whole lot warmer too.
Tucking my vest back on and clipping it around my waist, I shoved my trusty crowbar down the back. I pulled my boots on next, they fit snug and well. Clipping on my belt next, I felt the comforting weight of my weapons and tools tugging at my waist. Lastly, I set my helmet back on, connecting the strap, before finishing it off my settling my mask back on my face.
I felt protected, covered entirely, head to toe in clothing and armour.
Shaking myself out of my brief stupor, I glanced back down at my chainsaw, hefting it back up in my arms, reaching for the safety... then, I heard the uneasy, eerie chittering, clacking and buzzing from the Cave Garden.
I guess revving that chainsaw up like that would've aggravated anyone... I slowly inched my way over to the glass, glancing into the Cave and up into the trees, they tops were shaking, a few of those mysterious insects having plopped onto the ground already.
They were... odd looking to say the least. Short with thin arms, coated with fluffy blueish fur. Insectoid wings sat on their back, chittering every so often. They all had pinkish fluff around their wrists and ankles, off-putting hexagonal eyes with three distinct horns on their head.
Then, there were the... other kinds. These were a whole lot bigger, a lot more intimidating too, a good three heads taller than the smaller ones, about my height or a bit taller from what I guessed. They were far and few, but their builds were just ridiculous... Rippling muscle, arms twice as thick as mine, legs like cannons, and covered mostly in a chitinous shell.
But that's not all, they had orange wings, and a massive spiked horn jutting from it's head. It's eyes were different, deep orange non compound eyes, slit black pupils scanning about, it's horrible mandibles chittering in annoyance.
I shivered, backing off almost immediately, I had absolutely ZERO need to be anywhere near those horrible little things...
Turning to walk away, I caught something from the corner of my vision, a horrible buzzing sound right above me. I grasped my chainsaw tight, pupils dilating in a horrible rush of hysterical strength. Clung tight to the ceiling was one of the disgusting fucking bugs, staring down at me, it's head clicking each and every direction.
Then, it dropped down, screeching horribly. Admittedly, I fucking screamed as loud as humanely possible, backing away as it slammed hard against the ground. I stepped forwards, quickly slamming my boot into it's head. The bone cracking like nothing as it's head exploded into a bloody pulp.
"IfuckinghatebugsIfuckinghatebugsIfuckinghatebugs"
I backed away from the twitching corpse, glancing wide eyed in terror towards the sound of growing buzzing, a giant group of the horrible creatures swarming in from the Caves, honing in on me, disgusting mandibles chittering, a cacophony of horrible buzzing filling my ears.
I felt my heart racing in my chest, my fight or flight response kicking in immediately. I couldn't run through the server room, both doors had closed, and it'd take a good 5 seconds to get through both, by then, they would've piled on me and ripped me to bloody ribbons...
I certainly couldn't go through the others, that'd take even longer. I had to fight.
I stepped back into the wider portion of the room, trying to make some space between the group of at least 20 insects scrambling to tear me apart.
Revving my chainsaw to life, I charged forwards, planning for my weight to burst through the horde of light weight, fragile bugs, and it did just that.
I broke through the wall of mutants, bones cracking and limbs snapping, an unlucky few getting caught on the roaring end of my chainsaw, turned to a bloody mulch before falling off, dead and twitching. A few had been trampled, and more turned to a twitching mess by my charge, about 8 had died.
Quickly turning back to the horde which was already righting itself, I sprung into action. I swung my chainsaw overhead, catching the neck of one. I watched the blade rip through with ease, decapitating it roughly in a spray of green gore. Using the momentum from my first swing, I swung with all my might, catching another by the waist dragging it through about 3 in a clean horizontal arc, splitting them all in half.
I felt one of them grasp me from behind, it's thin horrible claws trying to rip through the decently thick rubber of my hazard suit, I elbowed it, a lovely crunch ringing out. I quickly spun, keeping some distance from the rest, while stomping on the offending insects head, watching it burst in a gory explosion of bone and flesh.
The few remaining lunged for me wildly, mandibles snapping loudly and dangerously. I ducked under one, stabbing my chainsaw up, watching it effectively gut itself. I rolled out the way of the other, catching the hem of my glove on the wildly spinning blade of the chainsaw. (Luckily I hadn't taken my whole arm off... Never again.)
I felt the adrenaline surge higher as I pulled off that stunt without gutting myself cleanly, watching the 'final' two orient themselves, before screeching, rushing me down. I lowered myself, chainsaw pointed forth, rushing the two. My charge shattered one, while the other was left impaled on my chainsaw.
I lifted the bug high into the air, watching as the chain ripped through it's guts, it flailed around, wildly lashing at me, but it's limbs were too short to reach me. Eventually, it died and I let it slip off my blade.
I didn't even have time to rest, having pretty much forgotten about the other bugs, I was promptly charged by one of the heftier beetles. It's horn pressed hard into my vest, pushing me back against the wall, effectively... well, it pinned me, pummeling my stomach over and over with it's chitinous armoured fists, luckily, each blow met metal, keeping me from hurling violently in my mask or making my innards bleed profusely.
It'd knocked the wind out of me, so I didn't even have much time to shout, I only had time to fight back. Having held tight to my chainsaw, I immediately stabbed it through the chin of the beetle, ripping it through the front of it's skull. It died on the spot, a cascade of blue blood spraying out and onto my mask, falling back. I quickly righted myself, getting myself out of that corner as the next wave of creatures came in.
Less of the mini bugs, more of the giant beetles. The beetle's footsteps were heavy, thudding loud as the uncoordinated patter and scratching of claws against the concrete followed. The insects mindlessly swarmed forth. But there was a huge opportunity here, since there was... well, no order or coordination, most of the big bugs were in the back, being overtaken by the little guys.
I leapt out the way last second, the beetles having no time to slow down, they slammed hard against the smaller ones, splattering them in a delightful crunch of bones against the wall, their mutilated body flayed and gored.
In that brief stupor, I managed to push myself to my feet, stabbing my chainsaw hard into the gaps in one of their armor. It gurgled out a shrill screech as I ripped the blade clean out, a spray of blue blood flying out and painting the wall a wonderful shade of deep blue, dripping down heavy.
I turned to face the others, and was promptly met with one of the toughest right hooks of my life. I flew back, my beautiful dear baby chainsaw flying out of my hand and thudding against the floor.
I glared at the offending beetle, who was already stomping towards me. I rolled back away from a sudden heavy stomp, getting to my feet as the other charged. Quickly grabbing my machete, I sidestepped, swinging hard to it's head. The blade tore through both chitin and flesh, decapitating it cleanly.
It slammed hard against the wall, falling limp already. I took a step forwards, but my foot caught on one of the many brutalized corpses. I grimaced, glaring back at the other beetle who was already running full force at me, kicking away any corpses that got in it's way with ease.
I stumbled back just in time to dodge a straight, ducking under a heavy powerful hook, before blocking it's left hook. My arm ached like crazy, catching that punch, but it left a brief gap in it's defenses.
I kicked it hard in the stomach, it coughed up a spray of blue blood right in my face, before I leaned forth, charging up the meanest headbutt I could give. I slammed my helmet right into it's head, cracking it's faceplate and bending it's horn. It cried out, stumbling back, covering it's face with it's beefy hands.
Capitalizing on this brief falter, I rushed forwards, raising my machete high and slamming it into the side of it's exposed neck, making it gurgle on it's own blood, I forced it on it's knees before it could start wildly swinging, then pulled the machete out.
I Pulled the blade back one last time before putting as much power as I could into my next swing, the blade dug deep into it's neck, I pulled it all the way through, rough and crude, decapitating it brutally.
I was left panting after all that, I ripped my mask clean off, letting it hang around my neck. I stared down at the corpse... well, the entire room of corpses, then looking down at my new shiny hazmat suit, caked in blood... or something equivalent to it.
Groaning into my bloodstained hands, I clipped my machete back to my belt before quickly rushing over to my chainsaw, picking it up off the dirty floor. The blade was caked in blood, so was the handle, and the body, it pretty much had a new color scheme.
How many bugs was that...? 30? 40? There couldn't be more than that... right? I quickly glanced back into the Cave Garden, there was still some chittering, but... no more bugs, the best I could make out were hidden silhouettes staring back at me, in what looked to be a crude imitation of respect.
I huffed, trying to look away from the disgusting, brutalized bugs, the freakish little creatures grossed me out enough when they were tiny. If I stayed in this room any longer, I was gonna hurl...
All of THAT for a hazmat suit, huh? And to think all of this could've been avoided, if that stupid stubborn fox would've just dropped the damned suit.
Shaking off the thought, I trudged out the room, my boots squelching through the mangled flesh of dead bugs. I eventually reached the doors back to the garden, I waited for them to open, before I stepped through, the dulled smell of putrid flesh being blocked out in the airlock.
I stumbled on out, pulling my mask off to catch my breath. I felt the cold air waft against my skin, it was refreshing after all that. The overbearing heat that once prevailed, trapped behind my mask all drifted away.
After everything faded, I settled the mask back on, walking onwards. I wiped down the blade of my chainsaw on my sleeve, putting the engine to rest in doing so, after all was said and done, I pulled the safety from my belt, clipping it to the blade before tucking it back into the back of my vest.
I let out a heavy breath, walking over and collapsing against a wall, even after all that, I was still tired. I looked down at my gloves, soaked in a dirty mixture of blood and grime, I clenched my hands into fists for a moment, before loosening them, letting them fall to my sides.
After a while, I pushed myself to my feet, stretching my arms briefly, looking around idly. Though, I didn't really... well, expect to see another goddamned mutant.
It looked quite strong, with broad shoulders and deep red eyes. Grey fur lined it's tall frame, whitish fur around it's underbelly and muzzle. Decently sharp claws lay at the tips of it's paws, and it had... a fedora placed atop it's head?
It was staring me down, arms crossed, all the way at the back of the storage unit, it seemed to be searching for something, before locking eyes with me. I let out a tired sigh, unsheathing my chainsaw, unclipping the blade, not looking forward to another fight-
...
Did it just scoff at me?
It did, didn't it? Yep, it did. It turned away, a clear look of distaste plastered on it's face. Then it just... walked away, disappearing around the corner into the caves. I kind of just stood there, utterly bewildered. After a brief moment to think, I righted myself, coughing a bit.
I guessed not everything down here was bloodthirsty... I mean, I suppose it'd rather avoid conflict than start it... the same couldn't exactly be said for me though. I turned to the door, looking back over towards the storage unit, before shrugging and continuing forth.
My bootsteps echoed out into the relative silence as per usual. It wasn't a very long walk back to base, after all, I'd only gone down to the Garden... excluding the multiple laps around the facility...
I made my way in, looking about. And to nobodies surprise, Jack and Dave were still fast asleep, Shamrock seemed a bit more active though, wriggling every so often with a content little smile on it's face.
I smirked a little, holding the chainsaw tight, looking down at it briefly, glancing towards my sleeping squad mates, I revved the chainsaw once, twice, then it ROARED to life, a mighty mechanical rumble sounding out from it's motor.
It startled Jack awake, his other half collapsing onto the floor as he looked around, utterly startled, his hand reaching around groggily for his axe. Dave too was woken abruptly, sitting up, holding Shamrock to his chest which hadn't taken it as lightly as he did.
The little sheep let out a loud bleat, it's tail snapping wildly, which slowly soothed as Dave whispered sweet groggy nothings into it's ears.
Dave stumbled forwards a little, pulling the mask off his face to get a better look.
"W...Whaddya want? Why're you... screamin' so lou- OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS, IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?"
It looked like Dave wanted to drop literally everything on hand, but he restrained himself, gently setting Shamrock on the couch before excitedly shuffling towards me
"W-Where'd you find this?"
I glanced over my shoulder, towards the small storage room, scoffing a little, showing off the beautiful construct of death and destruction.
"Oh... well, I found this absolute beautiful piece of work back in that ol' storage room back there, in a dusty old crate that you juuust so happened to leave all alone"
I smirked a tad, running a hand down the shell of the chainsaw.
Dave continued to ogle at the power tool, mumbling questions to himself, but he was driven out of his rambles as he just noticed that I was, quite literally, caked head to toe in blood and gore. He froze a little, looking me up and down.
"Uh... what happened to you?"
I stared back at him, letting the engine die down, clipping the safety back on before slotting it back in place.
"Bugs."
"I... have a feeling I don't want to know the rest of that story..."
Jack stumbled over, leaning against my shoulder, blinking hard like he'd just downed several mugs of beer all at once.
"N-Now... what're you two... guys talkin' about sooo early in the fuckin' morning???"
He managed to mumble out, wrenching his hand free from my shoulder, looking down at his gloves, which were now caked in the sticky blood too, he grimaced, wiping it off on his vest
"And... what the fuuuck happened to you?"
"Bugs."
Jack blinked at me for a moment, before wiping his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, stretching wide soon after. He let out a groan, turning away to slot his axe back into his vest. He blinked one last time, perking up significantly.
"Now THAT'S a story I wanna hear about!"
He chuckled, stepping back to lean against the wall, bumping into something while doing so. He jumped a little, looking back, before a smirk grew on his face.
"Hey uh, are you guys planning on using this sledge any time soon?"
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6:50 AM
I'd been slow to react to the great cacophony of noise that'd sounded out a long while back, I had to calm my children down first. A horrible loud roar was easy to scare ones as innocent as them, after all...
It'd alerted the Figs out of their nests too, it must've been quite the threat to have alerted them so readily...
I hurried down, my paws rustling through the short grass, which suddenly shifted to concrete. I rounded the corner, and it wasn't long before a horrible, overbearing stench met my nose. I looked on in shock and horror at the sight before me.
Almost half... no, about 3/4 of the Fig population lay there, dead and rotting. Many were brutalized so violently, that I could barely make them out... even the soldiers had fallen! W-What... could have done this? W-
Did a group of Kaiju venture into the Garden?! No... I would've known, and Hebi's lingering scent would've warned them not to come close...
I heard the sound of approaching paws, and I turned around to see my siblings, 'Fox' looking mighty distressed and 'Wolf' looking on edge, they must've smelt it from a mile away... I looked to him, shaking my head. Wolf glanced down at Fox, holding her back.
"W-What?... What happen? Why smell... heavy fig smell and... b-blood?"
I furrowed my brow in a mix of worry and fear, setting a heavy paw on her shoulder. I crouched down a tad to look her dead in the eyes, I shook my head slowly.
"T-There... There is something you may not want to see, Fox... you should leave this to your older siblings."
Fox stuttered a little, looking around quickly, a small hint of panic creeping up her features, which were soon culled by Wolf ruffling her fur roughly, a great big toothy smile on his face.
"Trust big brother and sister!"
Fox looked up at Wolf worriedly, before stepping back and climbing up the stairs, constantly looking back at us.
I sighed, gesturing him to follow me, he did as such, rounding the corner. His eyes widened, pupils dilating. He stepped back in utter shock and horror, a brief, loud and quickly silented yelp leaving his mouth.
He covered his maw quickly, looking back to me, shaking a little.
"What... What do this?!... Kaiju?"
He thought for a moment, biting on his claws nervously, looking over at the massacre of Figs, one of the most imposing forces in this facility, granted... their numbers were small now, but they only needed a little more time to reproduce and create a massive army. Ever since that power outage, many of them got hunted down by the Saturns and Melon Sharks, both parties wandering about, but still...
Looking down at some of the corpses, I noticed a pattern, granted, most of them had been heavily disfigured, but many of them had straight cut lines through, as if torn asunder by a clean blade. Could Dave had done this?...
There was no other logical explanation to this... I had given him that katana, hadn't I? No other gootraxian in this facility could make cuts this clean...
I glanced over at Wolf, a shocked, sullen look crossing my face.
"I-I... think Dave might've done this."
A mix of anger, regret, respect and fear crossed Wolf's face, he grit his teeth hard, paws clenching into fists.
"I knew it!... Dave not harmless, no! Shouldn't have trusted!"
Just then, Fox came rushing back down... obviously she was eavesdropping in on our conversation, I expected as much...
"Friend Dave good! Never bad, ever!-"
She took one good look to the room, filled with festering bodies, mutilated, limbs strewn every which way, the walls coated with drying green and blue blood, ribs caved in, legs bent backwards, many split in half, gored and torn asunder.
Then she passed out.
(Wowie... that's a lotta blood. Anyways, we FINALLY got a glimpse at the glorious chainsaw! I obviously made it the powerhouse it was built to be, instead of the lead weight burden the game portrays it as.)
(Also, Tane and the gang are back to feeling spry and young again! Ready to kick ass in their prime! There's also some juicy, dangerous beef between Wolf and Dave again, Wolf seeing Dave as a major threat to his family, while Dave just being the oblivious little marshmallow he is :3)
(Hope you liked the story this time! Even if it was literally just murder everywhere you look! [I enjoy that a whole lot more >:) ])
(BLACKOUT IS COMIIIING, HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS FELLAS!!!)
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Trials of Survival
FanficThree Security Guards for Laminax Co. have their shifts abruptly halted during a sudden blackout. Now trapped deep below the surface, in a now overrun facility, will they survive? Will they prevail? Or will they perish? (There is a lot of gore and...
