𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟

SHIT GOES WRONG. (BUT SO RIGHT.)

Please Read This. The story won't make sense otherwise.

Speech - "You took... EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

V1 Speech - ″NUH-UH.″

Actions - *Kill*

Regular Cuts - [}{}{}{]

Story Beginning/Ending - /\/\/\/\

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Deep in the ring of wrath, a giant snake slithered around in its underground cave it called a den. It had seen something glow. Something moving. It slowed its movements, preparing to pounce. But the glow was gone.

The snake tilted its head, before it was grabbed by a yellow hand with red fingers and slammed into the floor.

"Nice try."

The snake looked up to see a man, body transparent, head dimly glowing. The man looked around.

"Seems my story hasn't ended just yet." He looked up towards the roof of the cave. "But I do need a way out."

The snake felt his grip tighten and hissed, thrashing in his grasp. The man tossed the snake at the ceiling. Or more accurately, through the ceiling.

The jumped out the new hole he had created, seeing an unfamiliar desert. There were fire twisters and large orbs of lava floating above volcanos. It was unlike anything he'd seen before. He heard a weak hiss behind him. The snake was still alive, laid out on the ground. Barely living, but still alive.

"Impressive. But can you recover?" The man watched the snake slowly slither away. Usually his opponents are unable to move. Because there's nothing left of them. The man looked at his hands, the blood red that was supposed to cover his hands now only covered his fingers."Hm. Seems I've lost some power."

The man turned away from the snake, looking at a nearby town. "No matter... a new chapter opens, in the life and times, of King Sisyphus."

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V1 held Stolas close as it ran towards the train station. Another bullet whizzed by, nearly hitting the unconscious Goeita in its hands.

Looking back, it could see Striker and V2 giving chase. It was a bit impressive how they managed to keep up. It'd be a lot easier to escape, or even remotely fight back if not for the dead weight in its hands.

″DON'T THINK YOU CAN RUN FROM ME CAMERA FACE!″ V2 yelled.

″We have the same head...″ V1 had said to no one. It looked back to see Striker aiming a Nailgun while V2 was holding a Remington Grenade Launcher. ″Shit.″

Nails and Bullets made themselves known to V1's back, causing it to falter and loose speed.

″Fuck it,″ V1 tossed the unconscious Stolas into the air. Striker saw his chance and took aim with the holy rifle, unaware of the rail gun that was currently being aimed at him. ″And fuck you.″

V2 caught sight of what was about to happen. His programming took the chance to kick in. ″Move!″ He tackled Bombproof and Striker out the way as V1 fired.

They had only just barely been able to move out the way of a blue beam of piercing energy. "Damn..." Striker groaned in pain on the ground. V2 looked back to V1, it had skillfully caught Stolas and continued to run off. He wanted to chase him, but his programming was telling him to stay and help.

"Don't worry bout me, keep going." Striker handed him the blessed rifle. Now's not the time to follow programming.

He had a birdy to catch.