Cutting the Cards: Ace of Spades X Scissorman Crossover (Collab)

Chapter 2: Anxiety and Insanity

The Ace of Spades wandered around Vale, quickly wiping off a few bloodstains off of his black hoodie. He kept a sharp eye around for any suspicious characters to him.

Ace: This feels like Vale... But off...

He told himself, stopping at a traffic light crossing and taking the moment to soak in the world around him, it didn't feel like it was the world he knew. He felt it in his bones, it was as if it were an instinct to him.

Ace: Nevertheless I should not keep my guard down, like back in Beacon... Remember, treat everyone as a potential foe.

He sighed as he continued to cross into the street, he kept this thought in his head, running it repeatedly in order to properly remember.

That was when he saw the one thing that confirmed his hunch about the scene and the overall world that had intrigued him the moment he even found himself inside Junior's Bar.

Ace: Beacon Academy! It's still... standing... This is not good, w-why? Why am I in a seemingly other dimension? Did I go back in time, or possibly form a crossover into another world? No that's impossible, logic tells me that, it's always never wronged me before!? Oh Oum, please tell me that I don't have to go through that paranoia--filled experience that was Operation Parasite... The raid on Beacon...

Spade's mind filled with thoughts, thoughts that were sometimes so multiple that he seemingly lost track of what he was even thinking, the Ace of Spades felt his butterfly knife in his right-hand pocket as he fiddled with it anxiously.

Ace: Alright, calm yourself boy! Make sense! Get smart and tank the angst! You have to find information on this new world if you are to survive!

The Ace of Spades thought to himself, he found a bench to rest and try to recollect his overflowing mind.

Ace: Alright, Lilith... Aurora... Charlie... Caleb, wait a second, why am I thinking of that weirdo? Nevertheless do they still exist in this world? Or are they just products of a different universe... or timeline... I've yet to deduce that fact... What I need is information, yet one oversight that now cones to me remains protruding... how am I to get said information?

Meanwhile...

Still in the forest, but much closer to Vale, The Scissorman wandered around aimlessly as he tried to make sense of where he was, he attempted over and over again to remember what had happened before his transportation. But the now blaring music in his mind blotted out any recollection of his, leaving himself with only one  repeated thought in his head... Search.

But search for what? He tried to find meaning, but the 5-second loop of an intense electrical guitar solo in his head prevented any sane thought coming to mind... Until one did... well to his standards.

Scissorman: I. Need. Blood!...

He spoke aloud to himself, the very sight of him would be enough to send a heartbeat or two in even the most brave of souls. The need for blood drove him to begin sprinting, he needed it... he needed it!

Scissorman: Shut up!

He stopped, and screamed to the voices in his head, nobody could anticipate it, but the formulated characters within his head began taunting him, mocking him, slandering...

"At least we don't resort to such savagery methods of retaining sanity"

"The guy can't even go two days without the stuff, pretty entertaining to watch."