In the fanfiction based adaption of the hit ps2 and Xbox "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" game "Chaos Bleeds" which also serves as a sequel to "The Haunting of Buffy Summers" and the fourth instalment of my "Twisted Tristan" series, Buffy and the scooby g...
Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +
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The mystery of Sunnydale 2.0 showed no signs of slowing down and if Buffy, Spike, Willow, Giles, Faith, Xander, Dawn and/or Tristan wanted to solve it so they could return to the real world then one of them had to go with the living dummy Sid to Sunnydale Hospital as the next level of the shadow demon's twisted game continued. After having an unexpected mother/son bonding experience with Buffy Summers, Tristan decided he needed a break from all the warm and fuzzy feelings that seemed to flow so freely around the scooby gang and therefore jumped at the chance of getting some time away from them, volunteering without hesitation to escort Sid to Sunnydale Hospital. "Remind me again why this is a one man one puppet mission?" Tristan asked Sid as they walked up to the front entrance of Sunnydale Hospital. "If this turns out to be some trap, I will use you as kindling." "Calm down boy slayer, it's just the way it needs to be...I figured you'd be the one to assist me on this one." Sid replied to Tristan as they walked through the front doors of Sunnydale Hospital, walking towards the reception area of the hospital. "If it were not you, I would have had to work around it still being about you." "See now that sounds even more like a trap than it did before," Tristan admitted to the magical dummy as they began walking down the hospital corridors. "It does not help that hospitals and I do not tend to mix very well, especially of the abandoned variety..." "Yeah, I heard about the whole continuing your mother's dying and coming back legacy." Sid responded to the male slayer. "Got to say of all family traditions that has got to be the weirdest one I have heard about." "You seem awfully well informed for some puppet who just wound up here like the rest of us." Tristan confessed, admitting his suspicions to Sid. "Folk are busy pointing the finger at me, but I see you little guy." "I'm a man not a puppet or a little guy!" Sid snapped. "And all the supporting players know their role here, do not know why we do but we do...I am just the first that any of you have had the chance to talk to." "I'll believe you purely because hanging with you in this crazy world is a lot less work than some of the other choices...mainly Xander and Spike." Tristan admitted as they reached the elevator within the hospital corridors. "This weapon against the shadow demon better be worth all this..." "Oh, trust me this one is going to blow your mind." Sid revealed, as he signaled for Tristan to push the elevator button. "Okay, so whereabouts in this hospital is the weapon?" Tristan wondered, as he pressed the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. "Please do not say..." "The morgue!" Sid told him, as he and the male slayer walked into the elevator after the doors opened. "It's always the bloody morgue." Tristan complained before pressing a button within the elevator and watching the elevator doors close.
As a supporting player in the shadow demon's twisted game Sid knew the role he had to play just like many of the others and if he ever wanted to get out of this Sunnydale 2.0 hell dimension then he had no choice but to carry on, of course he wanted Buffy and her loved ones to win against the shadow demon but for Sid's survival he did not need them to, he had to just play along. The main problem with that however was being in the know with an advantage to help them all but not being allowed to give anything away that was not within the game's requirements, Sid wanted to survive at all costs but for old times sake he always wanted Buffy to get the hell out of there too. If Buffy, Spike, Dawn, Giles, Willow, Xander, Faith and Tristan were all to survive then they would have to handle some of the worst scenarios in order to do so and first up was Buffy Summer's slayer son Tristan. "I bet you taste all nice being a slayer with a slayer mummy and everything." A female vampire stated upon the opening of the elevator doors into the morgue corridor, as she grabbed Tristan from out of the elevator and threw him down onto the corridor floor, with Sid quickly getting out of the elevator to see two other male vampires in the corridors along with him, Tristan and the female vampire. Tristan quickly rose back to his feet only to be met by a punch across the face by the female vampire, while the two male vampires began walking towards a worried Sid who desperately charged at them both only to be kicked by the male vampire on the right sending the dummy flying across the corridor before hitting a wall violently and falling to the ground, accompanied by the sound of wood breaking. A worried Tristan quickly got back control as he jumped at the female vampire causing them both to fall to the ground before he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket pocket and launched it into the vampire's chest, causing her to explode into dust. Before he could get back onto his feet once more, the two male vampires charged at him, the one on the left grabbing Tristan by his hair and pulling him back up onto his feet before beginning to sink his teeth into the male slayer, luckily for Tristan a watching an injured Sid decided to use a broken piece of wood which served as his lower leg and threw it with force, the wooden launching into the back of the vampire about to snack on Tristan and piercing it's way through to the vampire's chest causing him to explode into dust. "Thanks!" Tristan said appreciate before punching the last remaining vampire, then jumping up mid-air to high kick the vamp in the face, causing the vampire to fall to the ground as Tristan quickly picked back up his stake, rushed over to the last vamp and launched the stake into his chest, causing the last vampire to turn to dust just like the others. "I guess chopping me up to make stakes is not a bad idea after all," Sid joked, as he pulled himself up, struggling to stand on one leg. "I know you are probably too proud and everything, but I could carry you the rest of the way..." Tristan offered, already knowing the living dummy would reject his offer. "Absolutely not!" Sid snapped, clearly offended by the idea of him being carried by the male slayer. "Fine," Tristan replied, while looking around the hospital corridors. "Actually, I have something of an idea for a temporary fix..." "I am suddenly more scared than I have ever been in my entire life!" Sid admitted with an exceptionally low level of sarcasm, only somewhat joking, genuinely a little scared of what Tristan had just thought up.
After a quick fix courtesy of medical supplies from the hospital they were in and Tristan's quick thinking, Sid the dummy was once again walking on both legs, although one of those legs was holding together via literally anything sticky that the male slayer could get his hands on including Sellotape, glue stitches and the remains of ill-advised stapling attempts. "I am literally one wrong move from falling apart all over again." Sid complained, as he and Tristan walked into the main room of the morgue where they kept all the bodies. "I feel like someone's worn out toy!" "Well not to kick you while your down but you kind of look like someone's worn out toy." Tristan teased the puppet. "Very funny," Sid replied as he began walking over to a nearby slab which had a sheet covering a body. "This feels like grave digging before the whole grave part." Tristan said as he pulled off the sheet, only to be left horrified to find a version of himself laying dead on the slab. "What kind of sick game is this?" "It's the shadow demon's vessel, or rather it was the shadow demon's vessel..." Sid began to explain, knowing how awful this must be for Tristan. "After every possession, the thing that possessed it's victim always leaves something behind so to speak...I like to call it a mark or a sign that it's been there..." "So, what my dead body is the ultimate weapon against this thing? Because I am so over dying!" Tristan snapped at Sid, while struggling to stop looking at his own corpse in front of him. "You do not need to die to get the weapon you simply have to find it within this version of you..." Sid admitted to him. "So, I have to dissect myself to get the weapon?" Tristan asked the living dummy. "That's twisted even by my standards..." "You tortured slayers with poisoned darts, made them nothing more than blood bags for vamps, killed your own friend's lover and attempted to blow up your own parents...I think this level of twisted is definitely on your level!" Sid told the male slayer, trying to reassure the slayer in his own way. "I do like the poetry of myself being the weapon," Tristan admitted, as he picked up a nearby scalpel. "Where should I start?" "I'd advise the chest!" Sid suggested and without hesitation Tristan began cutting the open the chest of the dead version of himself which laid there lifeless on the cold morgue slab. After cutting open an alternative world's version of himself, Tristan put the scalpel down and launched his hand into the chest of the dead Tristan, wriggling his hand around inside of the corpse much to Sid's disgust before pulling out a luminous grand sword which let out an almost blinding white glow. "Now, this I like!" Tristan said with amazement as he admired the sword he was holding, known as the shadowsong blade. "This I really like!" Within a blink of the eye Buffy, Spike, Willow, Giles, Faith, Xander and Dawn appeared as if from out of nowhere, shocking Tristan in the process, but not shocking Sid who knew this was all a part of the game. "What's with the sword?" Faith asked immediately, not phased by the sudden teleportation. "Looks like it comes with its own light bulb." "I know...I think this is what true love feels like!" Tristan replied, while still lost gazing at the shadowsong blade. "This is where the contest truly begins!" Sid revealed to them all. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Dawn asked the living dummy. Suddenly a blue colored portal opened within the morgue room, shocking all by its presence and even managing to make Tristan take his eyes off the shadowsong blade. "My role has been completed, now it is time for you all to go through the portal..." Sid confessed to them. "For what it is worth I really hope you all make it to the end and defeat this thing once and for all..." Buffy, Xander, Willow, Giles, Faith, Spike, Dawn and Tristan all in unison began looking at the portal opened in front of them with a sense of dread, as they all knew they had no choice but to jump into the portal if they ever wanted to get out of Sunnydale 2.0 but all equally dreading the trials and tribulations they would have to go through before returning home.
