Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 89, Book One. End.

(Qrow's perspective.) (Nightmare.)

"Vhen ze patient woke up, his skeleton was mizzing, and ze doktor was neva heard from again!" a German man said.

The nightmare flashed to me, lying in an abandoned asylum, the time I had been kidnapped, or so I was told, with most of my skeleton removed by some doctor who had lost his marbles, and his medical license.

The nightmare flicked back to the German man's face. Spread across it was an evil smile.

(Nightmare End.)

I sat bolt upright.

"Is everything okay?" Vanilla asked.

"I'm sorry hon, did I wake you up?" I asked.

"No, I just couldn't sleep," she said.

"I had a nightmare about what happened a while ago," I said.

"Just relax," Vanilla said, gently putting her hands on my shoulders.

I lay back down as Vanilla slid on top of me, starting to gently lick my good ear, grooming it.

I purred loudly as she then moved to my torn ear, gently running the tip of her tongue along the torn edge.

I stifled a groan of pleasure as my stress felt like it melted away.

She straddled me and gently scratched my ears, smiling softly.

"You're purring like a motor," She said with a smirk.

She placed her hand on my forehead and began to gently pet my head, the way Hana used to.

I fell back asleep and this time I dreamt of Vanilla.

I later woke up and got everyone ready to work in the shop.

The day went smoothly and I was relaxing in my chair when I heard a conversation that stood out from the rest.

" Vhen ze patient woke up, his skeleton was mizzing, and ze doktor was neva heard from again!" Someone said. They had a German accent.

I felt a sharp pain along my back, in line with my spine, enough to drop me to the ground in pain. I started having flashbacks similar to my nightmare and almost instantly, tiny fragments of repressed memories arranged themselves.

My eyes snapped open, and I looked at the man.

"It was you..." I growled, my voice low.

He looked over to me, then gasped.

"Impossible! You should be dead!" He shouted.

"What? What the hell is going on!?!" Royal exclaimed.

He quickly sprinted to a car in the parking lot and sped off.

"It's going to be like that, is it?" I said.

I jumped into my Camaro and chased after him.

As my Camaro hurtled after him, he managed to evade my attempts to ram him rather deftly.

However... One can only run for so long.

*SMASH*

I rammed the back of his car, which was sent off the road and into a nearby light pole.

He pulled himself out of the car and I stepped out of my Camaro, chuckling,

"You know, I might actually have to thank you, for what you did to me..." I said sarcastically.

"... Because I'm even stronger than before, and it'll be all the easier to kill you." I added, drawing my S&W 500 magnum.

*Clllllick*

I pulled back the hammer with my thumb, cocking it.

"Eeh... Perhaps ve could vurk somezing out? I may have stolen your skeleton, but perhaps I could offer somezing to you in exchange for mercy?" He asked.

"NOW!" He shouted.

I heard a cry of rage from behind me as I was picked up by a giant russian man, about on par with my height, but far bulkier.

"You DARE to hurt Doktor! I will assure you pain without end." He said, twisting me in a manner that would have shattered my bones, if I still had them.

I teleported out of his grasp with a snap of my fingers, then felt a breeze as someone ran past me. The next time the person passed by me, I snatched a bat from their hand, which I used to smash the confused Russian man's skull, then another swing took out the short one running circles around me.

I heard a gunshot, and caught a rifle round aimed straight for my head. A man wielding a rocket launcher charged at me and I threw the bullet with as much, if not more force, than if it were fired out of a rifle. It easily penetrated his helmet and I grabbed his rocket launcher, firing it to where the shot came from.

A scream assured I hit my target, and I heard a bunch of drunken gibberish as a brightly colored 40mm grenade flew at me. I quickly tossed it toward a figure in a full body rubber fire retardant suit who reflected it with an airblast then picked up a shotgun the man with the rocket launcher dropped, blasting the one in the rubber suit who dropped dead, then using the flamethrower he dropped to deflect the drunken man's pipebombs, a few of them killing him in an explosion.

There was a loud sound behind me and a sharp pain in my back.
"Peekaboo... I stabbed you." A man with a french accent said. I just pulled the knife out and turned to fight him with the knife, loud metal banging behind me.

He was a slippery bastard, but I stabbed him pretty quickly and he fell over dead.

Several rounds tore through my chest and I ducked for cover, firing the rocket launcher at a large automated turret, blowing it up.

The french man from before reappeared with another loud sound, but this time I was ready for it and with another shot from the rocket launcher he exploded too.

The only one left alive was the German doctor, who had stolen my skeleton.

I picked up a greatsword the drunken man had, and held it level with the doctor's chest.
He laughed maniacally, and screamed as I drove the sword through his chest.

I looked over the carnage and collapsed, my body feeling weak...

(I might add more, but all the nine mercs lay dead and Qrow is victorious after two years in the making! I do miss writing but sadly after middle school, now on to my fourth year of High School I have a lot of other things I like to do. I also got a laptop that can run so many other new games, so I've had a lot of other things I've been doing, but I do regularly think about all my wattpad readers, and I appreciate all of you, who've kept reading my content even in my absence! I likely won't resume regular posts, but I will try and make content occasionally! It's December, so let's hope 2021 is better than 2020!!!)