This fight was a reaction to the sudden stream of user-made killers after Kyle Dash the Owner vs. Dan the Decapitator was posted and while there were similar characters in the past, it really kicked off in the past couple years with some iconic psychos. The only logical fight idea I had was to use them all against a group of the horror genre's mist famous and who better to use than the most recent generation of video game and visual novel killers although slasher villains were a tempting pick as well. Anyways, it's time for blades to spill blood once more, fiery explosions to go off, and people getting torn limb-from-limb when two teams of maniacs decide to find out who's the victim and more importantly...
The Virtual Psychos, computer gaming's finest horror icons of the modern era who can all take their targets down gruesomely!
The Deadliest Killers, some of the most brutal and deadly warriors that this Wiki's users came up with to fight and murder!
Who is Deadliest?
Virtual Psychos[]
William "Springtrap" Afton (Five Nights at Freddy's)
Bio:William Afton was Henry Emily's business partner for Fredbear's Family Diner and later, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, who killed several children while wearing a springlock costume. He got away due to lack of evidence and created several animatronics for murder and kidnapping purposes before posing as a guard at the abandoned Freddy's. There he would get Charlie and her friends to lead him to the establishment and kidnapped Carlton to make sure they would return. After killing a cop sent to investigate, William made sure that the only way in was through a child-sized vent or roof window that they couldn't get back out of to trap them in with the Animatronics. Unfortunately Carlton's father, Clay broke into the establishment and Golden Freddy calmed the Animatronics forcing him to try to take Charlie as a hostage. Charlie tripped the springlocks and he was dragged off by the original Animatronics to a wall where he was trapped but able to control the Twisted Animatronics to kill people on their way to Charlie. Twisted Freddy brought Charlie to his underground lair beneath Henry's house where he was forced to retreat after being beaten by her and his Animatronics were torn apart by her friends and the originals.
Kitchen Knife:A 10 inch long and weighing 0.5 pounds tool that can be concealed and stab through a man's stomach with enough force to kill him thanks to the stainless steel blade.
Springbonnie Suit:This costume isn't just for show as it's been triggered, the steel endoskeleton inside now provides some protection from physical attacks and doesn't hinder his movement while covering most of his body although its fairly decayed. However it doesn't seem to protect his head or chest as that can be penetrated by steel spikes and unlike his game counterpart, he's alive in it.
Chips:Springtrap has created many of these small devices that cause headaches and nausea in people and can cause objects to appear more frightening if they feel fear. He will have four to place throughout the area.
Twisted Freddy:The last Twisted Animatronic that now drags itself with one arm towards victims to shove them in it's torso filled with sharp spikes and spring locks. Due to the heavy damage it's sustained, it lacks any limbs besides a mangled head, intact torso, and arm for battering victims away or dragging them to their deaths but it's head can be easily knocked off and William is the only thing controlling it's body so if he falls, it goes with him. It used to be eight feet tall and has a plastic exterior and metal interior along with the chip in it being broken.
Physicality:William Afton can throw people around, break arms with ease, broke an animatronic's jaw with a stomp after he got out of the suit later on, carry a teenage boy and run away while carrying him, leap on people with supernatural speed before they can react, and survived being Springtrap and shot with a pistol once. As mentioned previously, he still feels pain such as getting dazed by his head getting bashed against a rock and appears to need his head to live.
Intelligence:Springtrap is a master of stealth who can quickly kidnap or kill people, can deceive people with false personalities like Dave Miller and Springtrap and even convinced his original victims that he was a friend, and made his own animatronics although his tendency to make victims suffer before killing them like beating or choking them could backfire.
Chris Walker (Outlast)
Bio:A former military policeman and Murkoff security guard who killed three patients and a doctor, keeping their heads in iceboxes, Chris Walker was sent to Mount Massive Asylum by the Pauls. While there he was put through the Morphogenic Engine which gave his obsession with security protocol a purpose, contain the Walrider before it could reach the nearby town by any means. He lived up to his nickname of Strongfat before but it increased his already formidable physicality and to make himself into the perfect hunter, he removed his forehead skin, nose, and lips for night-vision and enhanced hearing. Chris killed many victims in the outbreak before Miles Upshur arrived and he would proceed to hunt him throughout the Asylum through numerous blocks and the sewers before the Walrider finally killed him in the underground lab area.
Snare Traps:Tools with wires that are 48 inches long and lightweight for trapping a fleeing victim by hanging them upside-down by the legs before moving in for the kill. He will have four in this fight.
Iron Pole:A improvised weapon that is 84 inches long and fairly lightweight that can punch through a man's body while he's wearing kevlar, serve as a spear with the sharp point, and potentially a blunt object.
Chains:Steel methods of imprisonment on his arms and legs that are at least 8 inches long and of unknown weight which could serve as defenses with the thick layers of numerous metal but mostly just give him a distinctive sound.
Judo:He learned this martial art from his time as a United States military policeman and it includes throws, takedowns, pins, joint locks, and chokes to immobilize and subdue attackers or his victims.
Physicality:Chris Walker can break reinforced glass with a couple blows, rip people's torsos off or throw them through walls while lifting them up with a single hand, and send people flying with simple blows along with being able to keep up in chases with a jogger over obstacles and tanking several pistol shots including one to the mouth and a car ramming him to knock him out. He can also handle a large fall with no hindrance and ripped off part of his face with apparently no pain. As mentioned earlier, he has night-vision and enhanced hearing.
Intelligence:Chris Walker is no stranger to stealth as he appeared out of nowhere three times and presumably took out the PMC soldiers using it. He also shows some restraint in choosing targets, only going after potential Walrider hosts, but tends to avoid a quick torso rip in favor of an additional blow first and while he has been shown to make use of weapons from his library trophy room, he clearly prefers using his hands to kill.
Rena Ryugu (When They Cry)
Bio:A Hinamizawa resident who moved to Ibaraki in her childhood and was driven into a frenzy by her mother divorcing her father, vandalizing her school and attacking other students, Rena Ryugu was put in a hospital and started scratching at her neck because she believed she had maggots. Therapy couldn't get rid of her belief in Oyashiro-sama who she claimed saved her but after returning to the village, she joined a club and was happy playing games with her friends. But when her father got a new lover and she discovered her plot with her actual boyfriend, she took matters into her own hands and murdered the Yakuza couple before her friends helped her hide the bodies. Unfortunately Miyo gave her a notebook which she started believing in and eventually held her school hostage over the theory in it.
Nata:A steel blade that's 15 inches long and weighs 1.2 pounds which can split a man's head in half with the bladed end which has the hook on it and the blunt end can break a wooden desk along with being a potential throwing weapon to blind a target.
Metal Pipe:This blunt object is 36 inches long and fairly lightweight that makes it perfect for repeated strikes that have enough force to bash a woman's face in and break her arm.
Hacksaw:This tool is 12 inches long and lightweight but the steel blade is strong enough to cut through body parts and bones while the wooden handle enables it to be hanged onto while cutting into something.
Improvised Firebomb:Rena has made several makeshift explosives including filling a room with gasoline and then carrying a Zippo lighter to blow it up or a kitchen timer with the wire cut and gasoline to blow up an entire school. She will have the materials to make one of each trap or two exploding rooms.
Physicality:Rena Ryugu has knocked her older friends to the ground and incapacitated men with a single punch along with avoiding a shotgun blast by pushing the barrel upwards with her nata, catch several falling plates before they hit the ground, appear behind Keiichi after he looked away for a second, and leap into the air. She even survived a baseball bat beating that killed Mion although she died after a couple more hits and a shot to the shoulder crippled her.
Intelligence:Rena Ryugu can trick adults into following her or leaving an area and evade police detection while preparing her school timebomb trap and entering it later. She's taken Teppei and Keiichi by surprise with stealth and fake timebombs but she has a habit of scratching at her neck that could lead to her death if she doesn't keep her cool and although she knew when Maebara was lying to her, Shion Sonozaki fooled her into letting him go with her.
SCP-049 the Plague Doctor (SCP Containment Breach)
Bio:SCP-049, nicknamed "The Plague Doctor" by Foundation personnel, is a humanoid Euclid-class anomaly contained by the SCP Foundation who is obsessed with curing an unkown ailment he only refers to as the "Pestilence". SCP-049 was discovered during the investigation of a series of unknown disappearances in the town of Montauban in southern France. During a raid on a local home, several Foundation investigator ran into several reanimated bodies (referred to as SCP-049-2 instances) who were engaged with local law enforcement while SCP-049 observed the conflict from a distance while taking notes. After all SCP-049-2 instances were killed, SCP-049 willingly entered Foundation custody. SCP-049 proved to be cooperative, viewing the Foundation researches as like-minded individuals and was occasionally allowed an animal or D-class personnel to experiment on. This seized, however, when he attacked and killed Dr. Hamm, claiming that he was infected by the Pestilence. Though he was no longer allowed to receive any further test subjects, SCP-049 has remarked that he intends to get living test subjects to further his research.-DF Wiki Page
Death Touch:His most unsettling attribute is the ability to outright kill living beings through direct skin contact, preferably with a touch of his hand to the victim's throat or can make people see things.
Doctor's Bag:He carries this black bag made of unknown materials with hammerspace properties for easy access to all of his tools that can be used as improvised weapons. Notable examples include scalpels for cutting open people, syringes for injecting bodies with chemicals and other awful substances, and a lightning rod for conducting electricity.
Electric Cattle Prod:This tool is 31 inches long and fairly lightweight which makes it perfect for delivering an electric shock for reanimation or causing great pain in a living target upon contact.
SCP-049-2s:His creations have 300% more adrenaline and endorphine than the average human which translates to superhuman strength and durability that enables them to easily kill people, presumably only killable through blows to the head, and can even fight law enforcement. These creations can be human or animal with severely grotesque modifications but are slow and not bright, only knowing to attack any living being or what their creator orders destroyed. There will be two in this battle at first but he can potentially make more from fallen enemies or allies.
Physicality:SCP-049 is strong enough to destroy a desk and damage the framework of a bed, lift people up with one hand, survive two shots to the lower abdomen and endure getting shocked, and is presumably as fast as the average person although he chooses to walk with some interesting features to note including robes and gloves like muscle or thick hide and a mask like ceramic or chitin over a humanoid skeleton.
Intelligence:SCP-049 is incredibly smart, being a master surgeon who can even resurrect people albeit in horrific fashion within 20 minutes or less and great anatomical knowledge, can speak English and medieval French, and can escape containment for five minutes. Unfortunately he can waste time talking to victims before killing them and will sometimes take notes while his creations fight while acting as a pacifist himself although if he senses the Pestilence, he will become murderously aggressive.
Leo Kasper (Manhunt 2)
Bio:Leo Kasper is a major character and the main antagonist of Manhunt 2. He is also the protagonist of the flashback missions. A psychopath who was also put in the asylum by the Project. He was once a government agent and has expertise in combat, evasion, infiltration and assassination techniques. He helps Daniel Lamb escape and teaches him his own well-honed tricks of the trade. His personality was taken by the Project and implanted into Danny while remaining separated from Danny's own mind by the Pickman Bridge. However, the Pickman Bridge was not perfected yet and it resulted in Leo being able to freely talk to Danny inside Danny's head. His personality also took over at times when it was not called upon.-WikiHunt Page
Katana:This sword is 39 inches long and weighs 2.8 pounds that can stab through a man's back, decapitate or dismember him, or be used for painful incapacitating cuts with the steel blade.
Desert Eagle:This heavy pistol is semi-automatic, has a maximum range of 201 meters, weighs 4.4 pounds, and fires .50 Action Express bullets that can easily go through a man's head at a muzzle velocity of 470 meters per second but that's the only ammo type he has. He will have three magazines of seven rounds with one already loaded in this fight.
Crowbar:A tool that is 18 inches long and weighs 1.32 pounds that is good for whacking people but the hooked side is a surprisingly good stabbing weapon against the human body and it can rip a face off.
Improvised Weapons:He's an expert at using anything in the environment as a tool for murder like dentist chairs, fire extinguishers, and manhole covers, he can carry bricks, bottles, cans, heads, and golf balls in his satchel for a distraction tool that can get victims to check out the noise, and glass shards, plastic bags, and barbed wire for a fragile killing weapon that's stealthy in his pockets. He will have two bricks and a glass shard in the beginning of this fight.
Physicality:Leo Kasper can overpower men when he gets the drop on them with a weapon and can use his fists and feet to confirm a kill, keep running for extended periods of time, and take a couple shovel hits to the head before dying but he's still ultimately human.
Intelligence:Leo Kasper is able to manipulate Daniel Lamb into furthering his own goals while posing as a friend and came up with most of the plans while in his body such as destroying the Project's records on them, be able to blend into the dark almost perfectly to kill his targets and even escaped a SWAT pursuit with a helicopter, and was able to pose as Lamb after taking over his body completely. However he greatly enjoys killing with the more gruesome the better and will even murder civilians if he gets the chance.
Deadliest Killers[]
Kyle Dash the Owner (Pygmy Hippo 2)
Bio:Fortune had smiled upon Kyle Dash. He had finally made it to his dream job, the Antarctic Outpost. He had a great time there and made some new friends. But he soon became interested in the wildlife, more specifically, Hydrurga Leptonyx, the Leopard Seal. He would always feed the one near the base and one could say she formed a bond with him. But one day, she was injured by one of the other members of the Outpost. He had always been a bully but Kyle made up his mind after hearing her yelp. An ice axe was the last thing he ever saw. One by one, expedition members dissapeared but no one knew where they went. The last three figured out was going on but far too late. Even the metal door couldn't prevent two more from ending up meals for the ravenous beast. But one escaped and they followed. Dash however found himself after the blizzard before something new, some form of spider. Whether he agreed or not at first doesn't matter, what does is that he and his companion are looking for meals. In between sacrificing Survivors to the Entity and feeding his pet, Kyle has a side hobby of collecting parts for separate weapons than his iconic Ice Axe and even a set of armor if he ever manages to leave the Entity's realm and hunt in the living world again along with various add-ons for Rose, his leopard seal. His nickname as a Killer is either the Traitor, Seallord, or the Owner and he wears a standard parka with goggles and cloth wrapping covering the bottom of his face from view along with pants designed for polar temperatures.
Ice Axe:A 21 inch long and weighing 0.9 pounds tool once used for climbing icy mountains, now used for cutting deeply into flesh with a single stainless steel blade that can only hack and an aluminum shaft.
Ka-Bar:This sidearm is 11 inches long and weighs 0.7 pounds which makes it a perfect counterpart to his primary weapon with a steel clip-point blade that can stab or slash and a leather handle.
Scrap Metal Chestplate:Made from several rusted and archaic metals along with an uncommon piece of steel, this armor only covers the front of the torso and is easily concealed under a parka that is 24 inches tall, 17 inches wide, and weighs 6 pounds.
Rose the Leopard Seal:An extremely large leopard seal, 10 feet long and weighing 1, 000 pounds, that can chase after Survivors on her own and kill them with her skull-crushing bite with 1 inch long teeth and even go under pallets or stay by her Owner's side and bark to alert him of nearby Survivors.
Physicality:While he does have a corporeal form, it is extremely hard to kill the Owner with the only two known ways being beheading him or incinerating his heart. In strength, he can easily break metal doors, lift people up and snap their necks, throw people to the ground, and his Grasp chills Survivors to the bone while slowing them down. He gets increased speed the more his victims bleed out and can only be heard coming through Antarctic winds blowing nearby although he only slowly walks at first.
Intelligence:The Owner is quite intelligent, being able to get into an Antarctic Outpost in life through years of education and has made two weapons and a piece of armor with what is available in the Entity's realm. Kyle Dash prefers to sneak up on and cripple victims but prefers to let Rose feast on them instead of killing them by his own hand and cares deeply for the seal.
Claimteoir Meisce (Samurai Santa Claus)
Bio:In the deepest darkest reaches of Ireland, there lived a ruthless man named Cinedhíothú Meisce, and he took the phrase "Survival of the fitest" too seriously. He truley beleived that the weak only existed to serve those stronger than them. He ran a small comunity of people that acually agreed with this mindset. And soon, he...um...ordered a woman to bear his son (that's ALL i'm going to say). This son was dubbed Claimteoir Meisce, and from then on, his father groomed him to be the strongest of the strong, he taught him various ways of how to kill someone, armed or not, made him watch Maori documentaries, put him through unspeakable tortures to numb him to pain, and forced him to hunt and dine on any man, woman, or child unlucky enough to enter their hunting grounds. This life style took it's toll on young Claimteoir's mental state, he became sadistic, he loved the rush of adenaline from the hunt, and the taste of human flesh and blood thrilled him. The heat in their blood, the fear in their eyes, the reveal of who they truley are. A man threw his wife to the ground and ran to save his own skin and faild, a woman tried to offer her daughter to him so he could live, he killed them both. It was at this point that he learned that no matter who people seem to be, they have the animalistic instinct to survive, no matter what. When he was 26, he saw this as the perfect opertunity to proove that he is the strongest, and that ment fighting his father to the death. He challenged his father and won. He was in charge now, but, that's not what he wanted, what he wanted was to show the world that he was the strongest, so he had everyone in the community line up, then he killed them, one by one. On his way out of the town, he found a bunker. Thinking there were weaklings inside he tore the door down and entered it, but he didn't find cowards trying to hide, rather he found an armory that could supply him with weapons and ammo for decades and sometjing else. His head snapped to the bback of the room, where the silhouettes of his father and the others. "Kill. Kill. Kill." They kept chanting kill over and over, getting progressivly louder and more demanding until they morphed into unholy shouts "KILL! KILL! KILL!" He then took two knives and carved patterns into his face and promised to purge the weak from the world. From that day forward, he unleashed an unstoppable rampage through out Europe and west Russia, slaughtering millions. Cops, vigulantes, Special Forces, nothing could stop him, until, one day: he vanished. Some say that he was finally gunned down and left to die in the cold, most think that he's simply biding his time, until it's time to kill again.
United Cutlery Shillelagh:A fighting stick that is 37 inches long and weighs 1.5 pounds with a faux wood cap and polypropylene shaft that can break bones and reinforced glass used alongside the fighting art of Bataireacht.
Twin Kukri:Dual knives with a length of 20 inches and 1 pound each that are made out of 440 stainless steel and used for hacking and slashing victims.
Steel Lamellar:Made of steel scales and leather fasteners that weighs 48 pounds and large enough to cover the torso, shoulders, and thighs along with being able to take slashes and blunt force although if the lacing unravels, scales could start falling off.
Martial Arts:Claimteoir uses Dornálaíocht for boxing moves, avoiding attacks, and dirty attacks like headlocks, Speachóireacht mainly for shin kicks, knee stomps, and Gaelic Football kicks, and Coraíocht for wrestling and tripping foes.
Physicality:Claimteoir Meisce can easily snap steel bars in half, force open a crocodile's jaws, and easily chew up bones or rip pieces of flesh off with just his teeth and jaws. He can run at forty-five miles per hour with a hundred and 11 pounds of gear and catch two hundred and fifty miles per hour steel crossbow bolts out of mid-air from 30 feet away. He can tolerate massive amounts of pain like a dislocated shoulder, sprained ankle, and several broken ribs in a fight.
Intelligence:Claimteoir Meisce relies on his Maori mannerisms, overwhelming power and relentless fighting style to overwhelm and intimidate foes but aside from knowing several fighting styles, he isn't necessarily a tactical fighter, only using last ditch tactics if he begins to lose a fight, and is insane to the point that he can't make plans besides head-on assaults.
Masaru-Jerome Surei (Kazanshin)
Bio:Masaru-Jerome Surei was a Canadian-Japanese highscholar, the son of the Canadian embassador in Japan, attending Kaminomiya Highschool. From his early childhood he had a very independent personality and preferred being depended on than depending on someone. During his days in Japan, he met Sotojima Haruka, a girl who's father was a prominent politician in Japan. Because of the mental stress from her father's death, Haruka had almost completely secluded herself from the outside world, and as such found herself attracted to Masaru, who became the first one to interact and sympathize with her about her father's fate. This soon turned into a complete and psycopathic obsession with the Canadian teenager as the two fought Bōryokudan thugs sent against Haruka by family members who seeked to rob her of her father's inheritance. The girl begun seeing Masaru as a "knight in shining armor" who was the only one in the world who cared for her and protected her. Her mental state wasn't helped by the fact that Masaru made her kill her family members once they cornered them. Eventually, however, Haruka became incapable of bearing the stress and guilt of murder and being constantly under attack by assassins. Because of this, she did what any Yandere in love would do: she asked Masaru to commit suicide with her so they could be forever together. Masaru obviously refused, and Haruka, being the Yandere she was, tried to kill him, only for the Canadian to best her in combat and kill her back. In the last moments of his girlfriend life, Masaru revealed to her that her father had been assassinated by a joint Canadian-American operation because of his anti-American ideologies. He then told her the only reason he kept her close to him was because he enjoyed seeing her fall into insanity and become completely dependant on him. He then shoots her in the head, killing the poor Yandere. In Masaru's words, however, "she was already dead before I pulled the trigger". After this, Masaru Gets away with the murder with some help from the Canadian government and contacts in the Japanese government and moves to China, where he "plans to look for another locked-up princess".
Nodachi:A steel sword that is 49 inches long and weighs 4 pounds which is the perfect chopping weapon that can slice a man in half from the shoulder to waist used with Yakumaru-ryu kenjutsu for masterful swordfighting.
Buck 119 Hunting Knife:A blade that serves as an additional melee weapon up-close at 10 inches of length and weighing 0.4 pounds with a stainless steel clip-point blade that can stab and slash.
Martial Arts:Masaru-Jerome has a green belt in both karate for striking with hands, feet, knees, and elbows along with some specialized techniques and judo for throws, pins, joint locks, and chokes.
Haruka Sotojima:A yandere girl who wields a uchigatana that is 37 inches long for horizontally slicing people in half or stabbing and extensive kendo knowledge from childhood training for utilizing it effectively along with being able to move before other people can react and having a black belt in judo.
Physicality:Masaru-Jerome Surei has kicked a door off its hinges, smashed a closet in half with a kick, took both of a man's limbs in a single Nodachi swing, he's fast enough to dodge an arrow fired from a yumi bow, and he survived a hand grenade exploding a few meters from him but he's still mostly human in what he can do and take in battle.
Intelligence:Masaru-Jerome Surei is certainly skilled at manipulating young women but he's not bad at fighting either, being adept at using ambushes and cover to gain the advantage while fully taking advantage of his nodachi's reach in head-on fights. Haruka is his devoted lover who will carry out anything he asks her to and regularly tries to cripple foes on her own.
Dan the Decapitator (Elgb333)
Bio:Since birth, Dan had the promise of being a warrior. His parents, who were both winners of separate Hunger Games, trained him in the art of combat, warfare and killing. He was trained in the forests, living off the land, and practicing his cqc and marksmanship skills by hunting. But little did their parents know, that Dan was actually psychopath. He killed his first man in the age of 7 by disembowelment. As a psychopath he was merciless and manipulative. He once burned down his school, which killed a lot of people, just for the sake of it. Before reaching middle adulthood, Dan already had a confirmed 23 kills in total. He was finally captured by the District. But instead of executing such monster, the District instead continued to hone Dan's skill in the hopes of him competing in the Hunger Games. Using the District's rich resources, Dan was molded into the perfect killing and manipulating machine through training with a mulitude of Hunger Games winners, as well as artificial augmentation that greatly boosted his physicality. After this, he finally volunteered to fight in the games. And his parents were so proud of him (before he eventually kills them too and just laughs).
Katana:A sword that is 29 inches long and weighs 2.65 pounds which can cut a man in half and decapitate with even more ease along with some stabbing capabilities and a steel blade.
Spear:A polearm that is 60 inches long and weighs 3.3 pounds which is arguably his primary weapon that can stab through a person or be thrown as a lethal projectile thanks to the steel point on a wooden shaft.
Molotov Cocktails:An explosive made by filling a bottle with gasoline and alcohol before lighting it up that can be used to burn down a school or make some poor victim go up in flames. He will have two of them in this battle.
Tactical Shield:A great protection tool in a free hand against small-caliber bullets and similar threats along with quite some coverage at 20 inches of length in height, 34 inches in width, weighs 15 pounds, and could even be used as a blunt object to bludgeon foes.
Physicality:Dan the Decapitator is superior to the average human thanks to his artificially augmented body that should give him above-human strength, speed, and endurance but it's not clear how much that technology boosted him and he still died to a large fall and swift river current so he's not shown anything that great in feats.
Intelligence:Dan the Decapitator is very much a natural-born killer who takes great pleasure in ending his victim's lives but he's still willing to work with the District when they gave him an opportunity to use his skills, got close to two-dozen kills before being caught, and is good at manipulation although he's never shown that in action.
Aleksander Nawrot the Modern Hashashin (Kriller99)
Bio:Ever since he was young, Aleksander was known for his competitive streak. Interestingly, while he was also known for his athleticism, the area he dominated in the most was being able to strategize and think on his feet. Both skills would come to benefit him upon graduating college, not long after applying to be enrolled in Ranger school. While his cutthroat attitude made his peers wary, he would pass his exams with flying colors, and thus his military career began. After several years of service, he was transferred to JW AGAT. Aleksander faced down many challenges during his time as an counter-terrorist squad member, many of whom gave him quite the runaround. This only served to drive him. Nawrot had, in truth, been bored with life up until then. Going up against high-profile targets had given him adversaries who could pose a real challenge to him, unlike any he’d dealt with in the past. He couldn’t have been happier to put his mind to good use, figuring out how they operated. There was just one problem. As AGAT was a special forces group under testing and progress was slow, he had yet to prove his mettle, and as such lacked the reputation to go after the cases he truly wished for. This would eventually lead him to go rogue, assassinating a terrorist all by himself. However, he was reprimanded for his reckless behavior, angering him further. He’d taken the most elaborate steps to enact his plan, and this was how they repaid him? Having committed an offense, they put him on leave. That’s when he snapped. He choked the life out of his squad leader, sneaking out of the building before anyone noticed anything amiss. Of course, it wasn’t long before the murder was noticed and he was a wanted man, but by then he’d gotten away. He went off the grid and rebranded himself as a killer for hire, going after only the toughest of targets. No more restrictions, no more red tape. It was just him and his hunt for the best of the best...
Falchion:A sword that is 37 inches long and weighs 1.9 pounds which has a curved steel blade that is perfect for slashing targets with the sharp edge and it's fairly durable with a cross-guard.
Warden Crossbow:A crossbow that is self-cocking but needs to be reloaded after every shot, has a range of 100 meters, weighs 7 pounds, and can fire regular bolts for a typical but lethal projectile, explosive bolts for more powerful hits, smoke bomb bolts for quick escapes, and the latter two can serve as trap bolts that serve as proximity mines with a trip wire from one wall to another. He will have five regular bolts, three explosive bolts, and three smoke bomb bolts in this battle.
Hand-to-hand Combat:Aleksander mostly uses krav maga for strikes, take-downs, throws, ground work, escape from chokes and holds, and empty-hand weapon defenses and systema for self-protection against armed attackers, grappling, weapons training, and keeping himself alive for some protection if he's unarmed.
Armor:A solid pair of defensive equipment in a level 3 ballistic vest that can take a few 5.56 mm rounds before breaking that weighs 5.70 pounds and that protects a total of 430 inches and a standard combat helmet for head protection against concussive force that weighs 2.5 pounds and that covers 23.5 inches.
Physicality:Aleksander Nawrot is a high-level Olympic athlete which makes him stronger, faster, and able to endure more than most people and he is an expert in park our for tactical escapes but he's still a human and can be killed like one.
Intelligence:Aleksander Nawrot will read up on opponents beforehand or observe them during a fight to look for weaknesses, sets up trap bolts and uses stealth to get the drop on his opponent in unconventional combat, and in a straightforward fight he will resort to targeting an opponent's vital areas while keeping his distance and/or defending himself until he notices an opening. While he is somewhat of a narcissist, he reserves gloating for when he's sure his target won't be able to fight back.
Notes[]
Voting ends on February 19th. Votes need edges or two paragraphs and decent grammar to count. The fight takes place in a mansion with two floors that have lots of hallways and rooms with the upstairs being more sparse, an entrance hall that leads to a dining room, the outside garden which has cover in the form of hedge walls, bushes, and trees with greenery all around, and a small street with a manhole covering the sewer opening.
Both teams will have had two days to prepare for the fight and info on their capabilities but not obscure weaknesses like SCP-049's lavender and Leo Kasper's kill phrase. Both teams are in an uneasy but necessary alliance for all of them so there will be little chance of them turning on each other without enemy intervention and the area has numerous weapons scattered about like axes, bottles, barbed wire, and a dentist's chair in one of the rooms that any fighter could potentially use. Special thanks to User:Samurai Santa Claus, User:Kazanshin, User:Elgb333, and User:Kriller99 for letting me use their User Warriors in this fight, hopefully they don't take them back after that image I drew.
The Battle[]
Slums, Hippoman Land
Hippoman Land was not a great place even in comparison with DFederal, while User Warriors were allowed to be free and sterilization was not enforced, there was the mandatory conscription or factory service for at least four years, if not both and there were less-developed areas. As a consequence of the shared border with the Banished Ones and the history of conflicts with the Bors Lands followed by a recent acquisition, the Slums had never been fully brought up to a higher standard and while they were the lowest level instead of sewers, they also lacked serious law enforcement. That meant the fight loses who were sent there could do practically whatever they wanted and it was the perfect place for Trotsky Mask, posing as his idol on the Board of Directors, was able to start a Bolshevik revolution and smuggle equipment for this new Red Party.
Seeing the apparent weakness of Hippoman in having let such a catastrophe occur, his waifus left him and formed their own sides in the conflict, Princess Mikotsu diving deep into the undead hordes and bringing in such twisted individuals as Albert Wesker and War Face into her ranks while utilizing Necromorphs and other horrors. Lime the Hater Demon took a more interesting approach, calling forth some fellow damned creatures but also swaying the Imperial Army regiments and the vast forces of Mordor to her cause with far better rewards and less restrictions along with some choice mercenary contracts. In the face of these threats, Hippoman had to resort to rapidly deploying experimental User Warrior armies, bringing in the CIS' droid legions and the barbaric Goblin Horde, and expanding his Virtual Psychos honor guard while rapidly promoting other warriors to leadership positions.
Miyamoto Musashi, the Inuit Raiders, Imperial Guardsmen, and Big Daddies were the only board members to stay on his side while Connor Kenway, James Earl Cash, and Alvin York joined the Bolsheviks, the Han Soldiers and Iberian Caetrati were swayed into Lime's coalition, and Edward Richtofen went into Mikotsu's service. Bors Land's skilled knights and other soldiers became a key auxiliary force as more armies were attempted to be brought into Hippoman's side while he tried to keep the status quo of fights going and brought in three girls and two Masters from the Fate series for personal guards. The Virtual Psychos became an increasingly strike-oriented special forces that only answered to their ruler, Admiral Trench, the RTS leaders, Sir Bors, and begrudgingly Gorkil the Goblin King where their greatly enhanced powers did wonders against their enemies.
In the aftermath of a major battle, Hippoman Land forces and Red Party revolutionaries were the only two sides left standing as a redead Terrorgheist and Mr. X Tyrant model laid still in the street with other slain undead and Lime's forces retreated after losing a couple walkers and trolls. The mighty Bolshevik Apocalypse tanks were formidable adversaries for the AAT and their weapons were slightly less advanced than blasters but still highly effective and the Goblins had delegated to mainly lurking around while the User Warrior armies couldn't be spared to aid them. One of the dual-cannoned behemoths took aim and was immediately sent flying with a gigantic dent formed in the side as the Virtual Psychos arrived, Chris Walker continuing his demolition of the Red armor as Rena Ryugu ran like a blur through their lines and chopped many heads open.
A swarm of the living dead came upon the defending Bolsheviks and SCP-049 directed them to pummel the lines even more while he quickly made more and menacing animatronics dragged revolutionaries into the shadows as Springtrap laughed and personally stained his blade while hallucinations haunted them. As if this situation wasn't bad enough, a good chunk of the remaining forces just clutched their heads in agony as Slender Man appeared in the Slum streets and they were rendered easy kills for his tendrils and the other Psychos while another one did his duty. A general was trying to return to base camp with some other choice soldiers including commissars, leaving the sergeants to hold the line and seeing a bald patriot swing a Soviet machete at Walker before being effortlessly overpowered and beheaded.
A series of rapid gunshots went off from a sniper rifle and five Bolsheviks lay dying before a guard got his brains blown out from behind with a handgun and two more men were quickly dealt with, leaving the commissars and general alive as the man drew a Katana. Leo Kasper greatly enjoyed killing and found it easy to dismember the poor Red leaders even as they aimed at him and finished by swapping out his Crowbar and jamming it into the general's gut who spat up blood as his entrails were dragged out. His pain would soon end when the assassin ripped his face off next and left him clutching for it as he collapsed before he heard his fellow Psychos shouting as a Tesla Tank drove through the street with a pair of Kirov Bombers flying overhead to turn the tide.
Unfortunately the battle was already over and a turbolaser bombardment quickly proved that point while Drogoth the Dragon Lord flew into the Kirov that survived and tore it to shreds, its comrades completely vaporized which left the group to reform and talk about their victory.
"Rookie, you take care of the leaders?" Chris spoke in a surprisingly calm tone after his near-berserk rage.
"What do you think, lard lad? Of course I did it, what the fuck kind of killer am I if I can't off a couple of outdated goons?!" Leo snapped back, not surprising but still annoying to hear his insubordination to the Board Head of the Military.
"I'll just ignore that for now. Cleaver, we got all of them?" The soldier certainly wanted to know if they were completely successful in their lord's assigned mission.
"Looks like it although the doctor works so fast, it's hard to say for sure." Rena flipped her nata and tapped her foot as she replied, having more respect for her fellow Board member.
"Maybe you shouldn't be Head of the Community if you can't even tell uniforms apart? I could certainly put leadership to better use..." William Afton spoke with a darkly sarcastic tone, he had his reasons to swear absolute fealty to Hippoman but the two former mortals were untrustworthy of him.
"Please, I'd rather just burn you to wires and be done with it, Oyashiro-sama knows I want to." The girl was obviously quick to react with her own jab before they heard a familiar voice in their heads.
"My gracious host, I've almost completed my treatment!"
"Don't you have enough zombies already? I am not going to be stuck babysitting the doctor again."
"They are not zombies, Afton!"
"Come on all of you, there's going to be more opportunities for trophies, creation, or whatever you like to do, it's time to report back." Walker shouted so that the others could hear him and even SCP-049 stopped his work begrudgingly to join the group again with the animatronic guiding him before the faceless stalker teleported them all back.
Labs, Underground Labyrinth
The Underground Labyrinth was infamous throughout Hippoman Land for being where the most outrageous creations were brought into being and potentially insane plans were attempted, the User Warrior armies were personally crafted there and another infamous group were brought back. It had been Hell trying to drag them back from the copied Earth but finally nine cryochambers were stored in a backroom with the confiscated equipment being sorted through by assistants who were immensely careful not to disturb the other cargo lest they wake up. The group known as the Deadliest Killers had all been responsible for large body counts individually and all had an impressive assortment of arms on them at the time of capture, the Commando Droids and the rest of the capture team had taken serious losses from the captures.
Still if couldn't have come at a better time, seven of the Killers were all in the same location and some were engaged in combat with each other before they were reclaimed, while not entirely Hippoman's work, none of the other Users wanted to touch those homicidal maniacs. It wasn't an easy decision for their ruler to order Kyle Dash the Owner be brought back to his place of creation, he had certainly been a problem child from the start who just killed for his own goals and never accepted orders so he was placed on a completely similar copy of the Earth for monitoring purposes. Over time, more Users dumped their problem Warriors there and the planet wound up far worse, wherever the Deadliest individuals lurked quickly turned into slaughterhouses and Hippoman was all too content leaving them there with the other maniacs he couldn't control.
However with the four-way Hippoman Land Civil War, he didn't have that luxury anymore, he needed new weapons of a preferably unexpected nature and trying once more to bend Kyle and his Killer brethren to his will was worth the risks if it actually paid off as he would have a perfect assassination force. Unfortunately the personnel actually equipped to start the control procedures were not available at the moment as they had to focus on several other projects at the same time and so the group just laid in their cryochambers with no noticeable changes so far but the assistants weren't entirely convinced of their unconsciousness.
"I swear I say the Owner's finger twitch, Roger Roger." A Battle Droid shouldn't have the need for concern or fear and yet it sounded like it had both of those as it spoke.
"Then hurry up and help me finish moving the firearms!" A Goblin Warrior was clearly not happy about their job either as he shouted angrily and picked up a flamethrower.
"Hey, weren't there a bunch of Old West guns in that box?"
"What are you going on about now? Urgh, I think you're right. Wait a minute, how long has this chamber been open?!" The two panicked as they noticed one of the cryochambers was completely empty with a Spanish name on it, not really one to worry about that much but still not a good sign.
"We better call this in, Roger Roger."
"You think?! We're both back on the front lines or worse for this!"
As the Droid and Goblin argued, they didn't notice Dash awakening and calmly pushing the top of hi cryochambers up before standing behind them completely motionless until his awareness fully came back and he wrapped his hands around the workers' necks, making them both choke in pain. The Owner lifted them up and then squeezed, breaking their necks as the B1's head fell to the floor and the Warrior's head tilted to the side, before dropping the corpses and instinctively moving towards the widest container, seeing his beloved pet through the glass before opening it up. Rose came back to her senses shortly after and barked happily as she began eating the Goblin, Kyle focusing on retrieving what was his next as he tore open a box to pull out his Scrap Metal Chestplate which he quickly shoved on his torso and his two weapons.
The KA-BAR went in a sheath on Dash's belt as the Leopard Seal loudly munched on flesh and he held his Ice Axe in one hand before moving towards another awakened Killer with murderous intent, Dan the Decapitator lazily stretching before turning his head to see the last person he wanted to see. The competitor barely reacted in time to let the Owner smash clean through the door in a swing aimed at his head and tried his best to make some ground away from him and the overweight beast trying to grab his legs as he heard another cryochamber open up which thankfully distracted the duo. Masaru-Jerome Surei had always prided himself on being able to make others do what he wanted and enjoyed always being in control but at the sight of a strange lab, another teenager, a guy dressed for Arctic weather, and some sort of creature all looking at him after awakening, he lost his cool for a moment.
"Blazing hell, why is there an otter?!"
"That’s a seal, even I know that. A really fat one but-" Dan found Masaru-Jerome's outburst amusing but quickly stopped smirking as he barely sidestepped another swing from Kyle who practically emanated rage from their last meeting.
"You two seem to have met before." The Canadian carefully avoided the three already up, letting them handle their dispute as he carefully picked out which container had his Nodachi in it.
"Yeah, I killed him and his pet once. You came back at least so stop trying to kill me, most people don't have that luxury! Especially my parents you kill-stealed, you frosty asshole!" If anything the contestant just made the Owner swing faster with his words and Rose was practically lunging at him after the insults.
"Oh yes, you are doing a great job at negotiations. Now I will be taking my girlfriend and leaving." Surei didn't even bother doing more than glance at the escalating situation, he had his sword, his Buck 119 Knife, and he was opening Haruka Sotojima's chamber, he couldn't care less about what those two bozos were doing.
"Oh come on, you seem reasonable, talk to big, red, and angry over here! Alright, listen, none of us knows where we are right?" Dash finally paused as he considered what the Decapitator said to be true although somewhere in his cold skull, he recollected the area, and even Masaru-Jerome turned after helping Haruka out with a hand.
"Who are these people, Masaru...and is that an otter?"
"Don't worry about it, not our problem but the noisy one seems to be onto something." The Canadian knew his Yandere was probably even more baffled then he was at this bizarre situation but he had to admit, the lack of knowledge of where they were concerned him.
"This type of place is familiar to me too, Frosty. Somebody's taken all of us for experimenting and I don't want to be cut open again or made somebody's puppet!" Kyle and the Leopard Seal finally started looking around the room, noticing that they did remember this place and finally turning back towards Dan with the Ice Axe down.
"What exactly do you plan on doing about that if we really are in-"
"The strong must devour the weak!" Claimteoir Meisce woke up and immediately decided his best course of action in unfamiliar territory was bursting out of his cryochamber in a display of brute strength and yelling as loudly as possible.
"Gah, a barbarian!"
"What the hell, is that the Rock?!" The Owner immediately got back into a fighting stance as he recognized the cannibal, he was not going to let Rose get eaten by that tattooed lunatic once again.
"I remember you two, you were weak...and you two got lucky!" Meisce roared the accusations at the two Killer duos, making the contestant glad he had nothing to do with that oversized moron, he was certainly more interesting to listen to than Frosty's wind though.
"Please Claimteoir, do you completely lack situational awareness? Do you not realize where we are?"
"I am top of the food chain wherever I go!"
"Even against Users?" Claimteoir grunted as Surei pointed a finger at the wall, Haruka finally getting her glasses to notice what eluded the others before, a big logo and letters spelling 'Hippoman Land Breakthrough Division'.
"No..."
"Then I suggest you get up to date on what's happened and decide whether you want to continue or petty rivalries or try to escape before we all wind up a science project."
"Coward..." The cannibal muttered even more insults quietly, most in Irish so Masaru-Jerome wouldn't be able to figure them out but he didn't count on the fifth arrival being well-versed in the language.
"The Terror of Europe resorting to relentless swearing against a high-schooler, can you sink any lower?"
"You aren't even worth mentioning, shadow man!"
"How long has he been there?" The Canadian shrugged as the Decapitator asked him a good question about Aleksander Nevsky who calmly walked into the light, fully armored with his Warden Crossbow in hand and Falchion on his belt, making Dash turn cautiously to him as Claimteoir turned his fury to a new target.
"Does that really matter? You all want to leave here, right? So go get your equipment and get ready to be stuck with each other for a while."
"What?! I have unfinished slaughters here!"
"Unless you want to be taking on the full might of a User army on your own, I don't see how your petty vendettas matter." The assassin left the cannibal speechless and sputtering before he yelled in fury and tore open his equipment container in a full sprint, ignoring his psychotic urges in favor of his survival instincts, this was not a good situation to be in alone even for him.
"So, uh, where's my stuff?" Nevsky simply pointed at the only full box left, letting Dan fetch his Katana and Molotov Cocktails for later before grabbing the Spear and Tactical Shield for combat as Meisce simply returned with his United Cutlery Shillelagh in hand, his Twin Kukri at his sides, and the Steel Lamellar on before kicking down the door.
"Subtlety isn't one of your virtues, huh?"
"You blazing idiot!"
"Why not let them know we're free? It's time to kill!" Claimteoir ran off into the hallways to hunt down anyone who dared attack him while Dan, Masaru-Jerome, and Haruka walked after him and stuck to the shadows, Kyle, Rose, and Aleksander just dissapeared into the darkness to do things their way.
When the response team got to the Hippoman underground labs, they only found an entire dead garrison of Battle Droids and Goblin Warriors, some with bashed in-skulls and missing flesh, some pierced through or hacked apart, and the more unnerving troops completely caught by surprise with a bolt in the back of their heads and a couple blood trails leading away. In total, eight of the nine assets were missing but fortunately the idol robot was still in a sleep mode and her unique equipment including the plasma knife weren't stolen which meant that at least some part of the project could be tested but there was far more that went wrong. The clearly busted exit door and opened escape hatch proved that the Deadliest Killers were now free in the Land and that only meant more problems on top of the civil war, it wouldn't be easy tracking them and their ruler would not be pleased which meant only one thing, he would be forced to deploy his elite units and demotions were likely coming.
"Hey Chris and Rena, let's play tag!"
"Alice loves running!"
"Not right now girls, your mister has us on another mission."
"It's important work to keep you all safe." Chris Walker and Rena Ryugu didn't like to make Alice and Nursery Rhyme upset especially with Jack the Ripper and Paul Bunyan nearby, the small group all frowning as William Afton smirked at the imminent outburst.
"Soldier, cleaver, you're not going anywhere right now so settle in for now." The three Virtual Psychos were surprised to see Hippoman himself out of his throne and addressing them so casually, normally he was always aggravated but things had changed after the girls arrived in his territories.
"What? That working woman relieving your stress?"
"Ah yes, Leo, nice to see you came back." The User practically glared at Leo Kasper beneath his mask as Reika Rikudou came into the room after the ruler of the land, apparently ignoring the comment even though the Assassin took a scalpel out.
"Now, now, no need to resort to violence, our host wouldn't want that." SCP-049 tried to be the voice of reason as the Berserker, Caster, and other Master just went in a circle around the main duo before their friend joined in and then enveloped him as well.
"Who will be it?" Alice started.
"They'll have to run as quick as they can to catch up!" Rhyme continued.
"Any preferences, Master, or do you want to play again?" Bunyan stated.
"Hippoface can't keep going as long as mom but he still tries!" Jack finished.
"Sorry about that, I haven't had much rest lately. Choose what you will."
"Nap-time with mister/Master/Hippoface and mom!" The girls shouted in unison.
"What?! I must continue my wo-" Hippoman started before a familiar figure entered the room clicking his mandibles.
"Yes, go take a break. It does no one good if their leader is exhausted and you have adequately given me the details of the incident and mission." Admiral Trench spoke confidently as the small group dragged his flustered boss who quickly resigned himself out of the capital building's hallway and into the garden with a makeshift picnic area.
"I suppose there goes playtime, back to actual work." Springtrap spoke mockingly to the big soldier and cleaver girl who simply rolled their eyes and frowned in response, he wasn't even allowed to play with the girls on his own much like his faceless friend.
"As I'm sure you heard, Lord Hippoman ordered the return of Kyle Dash and capture of other assets from the clone world for the Deadliest Killers Project. Most of them managed to escape the facility and are now free in the slums which does not bode well for our reputation in the least and at worst, gives our enemies new recruits." The Harch briefed the situation to the gathered Psychos, Afton's eyes glowed, Walker sighed, Ryugu shook her head, the Plague Doctor jotted down a quick note, and the Project assassin laughed as they all saw the obvious outcome of that plan occurring.
"Where is my Slender friend if I may ask? He left as soon as we got back to Hippoman's domain."
"Ah yes, you were not informed. Slender Man has been sent on another important assignment to observe the enemy lines alone and the Alices will be on a mission of their own soon so I would suggest getting farewells in order after naptime." Trench answered William as Chris and Rena looked far more concerned than they did before, life or death assignments was their duty but for those kids to have to fight...
"Hah, funny, Admiral, I didn't know you were one for humor." The cleaver girl spoke in an uneasy tone.
"Everyone knows the girls are just for an additional layer of defense around Lord Hippoman." The big soldier reiterated what they had been told with some confidence.
"Unfortunately our ruler gave the order himself and our resources are fairly strained at the moment, we can't even bring in supplies effectively, your group has constant missions, and we have no suitable undercover agents that we can spare to defend am important individual." The Admiral's words hurt Walker and Ryugu a bit but they nodded and made a mental note to make sure to see the Master and Caster again before they left for the mission, even SCP-049 looked sympathetic.
"We get the deal here, this whole military is dysfunctional but that's not the point is it? There's some added bullshit to this operation, I can tell just from your tone." The Harch looked dissaprovingly at Kasper but held off on giving him a reprimand, he was right for once to be that venomous, this mission was far more complicated than usual.
"As you already know, DFederal has an embassy in the slums near the walls bordering the Banished Realms and unfortunately our last report of the Deadliest Killers has them lurking in that area. Extra caution will have to be employed to avoid an incident that could lead to further conflict, particularly with the Bolsheviks watching for any reports to get their backers in the war. All of your augmentations will be disabled for the operation so as to keep the takedown as quiet as possible and to avoid power scanners." Trench regretfully passed on the direct orders of Hippoman, it wasn't a question that the Psychos could take the Killers with their gifts but without them, the gap in power was far more narrow.
"Understood, can we bring basic equipment with us?" SCP-049 still retained his enthusiasm as he responded to the specifics of the mission, surgery and conflicts were often complicated but he could work with limited tools.
"You may take two of your creations, just don't take the less inconspicuous ones, please. Oh and before I forget, tomorrow is the start of the mission."
"How exactly am I supposed to repair my Twisted Ones? Freddy is nearly scrap thanks to those rebels!" Springtrap shouted in irritation at the short notice and the Admiral simply walked away to attend to more important matters regarding the many fronts of the war.
"Hey, I guess you don't have quantity or quality anymore."
"I think the rugged appearance goes well with your own." Chris and Rena sneered at Afton after their jests as he mumbled to himself and was the first to walk to his personal quarters.
"I must hurry and choose my subjects, I will return when I have awoken them!"
"Now this certainly is off to a great start." Leo watched the proceedings with a critical eye as the Plague Doctor left with the other Psychos, leaving him alone to check his reflection in the Katana and hoping that he'd get the chance for more of the murder he was promised.
A squad of conscripts yelled in terror as their Mosin-Nagants did absolutely nothing to slow down Kyle Dash who kept slowly walking towards them with his Ice Axe as a Spear and Nodachi started slaughtering them from behind, the rebels had the misfortune of finding the Deadliest Killers before any other group. There was something special about this platoon even with the walking weasels and Fijian warriors filling the ranks, clearly they were guarding someone important and that was obvious with the AK-47 and RPD fire going off in Dan the Decapitator and Masaru-Jerome Surei's direction. Claimteoir Meisce greeted the guards with a stolen flamethrower, roasting them to a crisp as they shouted in alarm, and sniper fire from one of their own captured Dragunov rifles killed many of the reinforcements, Rose was having a feast as Haruka Sotojima cut up some stragglers in an alleyway with her Uchigatana.
Aleksander Nevsky looked through the scope to see a man in a trench coat and wearing an ink blot mask surrounded by actual armored troops inside the slums apartment which made him line up his shot before a sudden noise interrupted him, a Bolshevik shooting at him with an SKS carbine before a skilled handgun shot took him out. The guards lurked in the darkness with PPSh-41 submachine guns but the Owner charged forwards and started hacking them apart on the bottom floor as the Canadian teenager and the District contestant kept finishing off who was left in the wake of their silent ally's murderous rampage. Soon the man was left with just four bodyguards and a female messenger with red bands covering her body who began to run from the area to reach one of the revolution's many camps in the slums for support against these unexpected attackers who were an enigma to them.
As the Vox Populi runner left however, she heard a loud crack and she fell forwards as her leg was shot with a man wearing Old West style clothing complete with a hat covering his face as he holstered his Colt 1873 revolvers and approached his helpless victim, he had been having lots of 'fun' in Hippoman Land.
"You'll do just fine, I prefer some of those bar and bank girls to you revolutionaries but I reckon you're going to be sweet enough for now." The man's single good eye looked at the poor woman with lust and he smiled maliciously as he pulled out one of his many throwing knives and grabbed his belt, this User Warrior wasn't content with just murder, but a small crossbow bolt hit his shoulder and he threw his blade reflexively.
"What the hell man?! I know we're a bunch of killers and manipulative bastards but there's some lines you don't cross."
"Pendejo! Boy, I'm going to eat your face while you're still alive for ruining the mood!" The Spanish bandit's knife bounced off the Decapitator's Tactical Shield and the teen began to move closer with his Spear as the man drew his Colts again before a sudden shot hit one of his hands and forced him to drop his sidearm with a cry of pain before a large shadow reached him from behind.
"You smell weak and you dare to copy the diet of an actual predator? I'll show you how to actually devour prey..." The Irish cannibal smashed the other Warrior's arm with his Shillelagh before grinning at his horrified face with two sets of finely honed pointed teeth before tearing his throat out in one bite and continuing to feast on him as he still lived, Dan not even showing any displeasure at the action.
"Dan, come here! Our hostage appears to be useful."
"Yeah, I'm coming, just leaving El Scumbag to his fate." The District contestant noticed the messenger had gotten away with a blood trail but he didn't feel like killing her after what he just saw, besides they weren't staying here and the Polish assassin would probably have tracked her down at this point, and he just walked away as the Spanish bandit's fingers twitched as his entrails were gruesomely torn out.
"I won't tell you merc dogs anything." Rorschach was not having his best day in Hippoman Land, he was on the run from advancing Loyalist forces and now he was covered in blood from his own men while being held up against the wall by Dash who seemed to have felt that grapple gun shot to his face earlier as Surei held his Nodachi to his neck.
"Oh, that is fine. We have a very convincing ally for just this kind of situation."
"Don't refer to me like I'm your lackey, Surei, as soon as we're out of here, you're all on my hit-list." Nevsky calmly spoke as he entered the apartment through the opposite doorway of Dan, he had no problems hiding his emotions until he had a chance to indulge them, and pulled out a small Tactical Tomahawk that he cut into the vigilante's hand with, pinning it to the wall and noticed that his target only twitched a bit.
"You think you can break me? I've suffered worse from street thugs, nothing can break my resolve to see your fascist User, freakish 'Princess', and conniving bitch all sent to Hell."
"It would appear there's a misunderstanding here, we aren't from here and we would like some more info on the area. Trust me, we don't have any loyalties besides survival." Aleksander could tell Walter Kovacs didn't believe him just from his motionless stare but he decided to pull his ink-blot mask off, forcing Kyle and Masaru-Jerome to keep his target under control as he started lashing out in fury, making him smile beneath his own mask as he found a weak point.
"Give me back my face!"
"Just one bit of info if you would be kind enough to give it, are there any places to hide out here away from the conflict? I'll give your mask back if you answer or we can continue."
"There's a mansion near the borders of the slums, it's been abandoned for years after the only 'match' that took place in it." The Polish assassin was certain Rorschach was playing them into some kind of trap but his expression betrayed nothing so he just put his target's mask back on before nodding at the Arctic Owner who understood his signal and pressed a hand against the vigilante's head before squeezing.
Walter Kovacs' head burst open in the frosty grip and the Canadian teenager sheathed his blade as the Leopard Seal and Japanese Yandere returned to their masters' sides, a very bloody Meisce was waiting outside as the Killers left to find where this new potential base was at so they could finally figure a way out of Hippoman Land.
"Look, I wrote my own Nursery Rhyme!"
"It's a bit dark, don't you think?"
"Most fairy tales are supposed to be dark." Alice smiled as Chris Walker examined her latest work, he had grown accustomed to the form he had before becoming a Variant when around the girls, Rena Ryugu had her own suit as she taught Paul Bunyan how to make a new type of food, even Springtrap changed to his human appearance out of respect for his ruler inside the capital.
"It's pretty much just a meat ball, right?"
"Yes, that's one way of looking at ohagi but it's rice instead." The cleaver girl was just as gentle as the big soldier off the battlefield, smiling and talking with Hippoman's guests like they were their own family, it was a nice sight for the User that his most faithful followers got along well with his most precious fictional characters that he had just brought in.
"You actually care about those four, I didn't expect a god to get attached to lesser beings."
"Hey, rabbit-man, tell us more about making animatronics, they sound nice to see underneath the shell! Can mommy and I see one of yours?"
"No, we have the Freddy's Pizzeria gang waiting in the courtyard and they're just fine." Hippoman practically glared at the twisted Springtrap, he didn't trust him around the girls and it certainly wasn't helping that Jack the Ripper kept sneaking over to him when he wasn't watching the Psycho, but the other man simply shook his head and smirked slightly as the Assassin frowned.
"Oh please, Lord Hippoman, I have no interest in hurting them. My creations are good enough and I have my own daughter so I understand how to entertain kids."
"Yes, I'm sure you do. The five originals will certainly attest to that."
"So we can't spend time with rabbit-man?" The Ripper's sad face tore at Hippoman's resolve but he couldn't let them near either Afton or Slender Man, both of their histories were the antithesis of child safety and even he wasn't confident in his control over them like the other original three, yet he couldn't shake the feeling of being wrong.
"We can handle ourselves."
"We both know your gifts immediately stop working when used against you and you don't think I can handle a Servant, do you? If anything, I'd worry more about Kasper, do you even have any idea where he slinks off to after missions?"
"I know he remains in the capital but you do know how my powers work which I suppose keeps you in check. Girls...maybe when I have time to go with you, we can go see Afton's workshop." Jack cheered with the other two girls out as the User reluctantly gave his permission, Nursery Rhyme and Reika Rikudou were busy retrieving SCP-049 from the lab when a sudden voice boomed through the room and two walking corpses with predictable looks staggered in with the previously absent Caster and Master.
"I have returned my gracious host! And with my two chosen specimens, I hope they're up to your approving standards."
"Yes, of course, they'll do. Go spend some time with Jack now, me and Afton have speaking to do." Hippoman's words betrayed a self-assured tone as the Plague Doctor took the Assassin away from the table where he sat with the other Virtual Psycho and began teaching her more about anatomy as his Imperial Stormtrooper and Mordor Orc 049-2s blankly stared ahead.
"You might be truly loyal to me, I heard you talking to Elizabeth about not laying a hand on the children and saw you working on your other Animatronics at the same time saying that creations should be seen by young eyes."
"How do you know my private musings? You were nowhere nearby unless-" William's eyes widened inside the intact Springbonnie Suit and he felt a chill pass through his body as he realized he had been tested with his shocked rambling apparently pleasing the User to see such a reaction to this revelation as it could only mean one thing.
"Of course I know there's a traitor among us. I wanted to see if you knew about that little ability of mine, you see, anything that goes on in my created territories I can sense except for the Hater, Trotsky, and Princess' work."
"But that would mean-"
"Oh yes, I traded most of my outright power for gifting strength and making worlds but no one really knows I can actually see in them at all times unless I tell that little secret. The only ones who weren't shocked were the girls, Walker, Ryugu, and 049 and I never truly doubted them."
"If you wanted to see the scars underneath my suit, you could have just asked."
"Good faq, no! I can temporarily turn it off in a private area and I am most certainly not interested in you in that way. Even a User needs to have morals and I could never betray my followers' trust like that. General surveillance is expected however especially after recent events." The twisted Springtrap was still shaken up even though he passed the test and turned his ruler's words against him, the User had always inspired a sense of respect and fear in him but this proved he was beyond any of them, but why exactly did he decide to make his inner circles the most pathetic warriors?
"Back when your G+-Zone community was overrun, what exactly made you decide to use a bunch of glorified serial killers as your chosen guard?"
"Hah, have I not told you it enough times, Afton? I am not the most tactical man and my feelings guide me perhaps too much but I truly never wanted to become part of DFederal in the beginning so I tried to maintain as many past attachments as I could and since the Kidd went exploring, the only part I have left of that peaceful time is the Virtual Psychos." Compared to Trotsky Mask and the utter horrors higher up the food chain, Hippoman very much seemed to be genuinely more human than most other Users although that was most likely just his personality to Afton, he couldn't complain however as they were always kept in service.
"This isn't some bargain or training exercise again? I'm still having phantom pains from that bleach-masked lunatic's butcher knife."
"With who? The Almighty Emperor or the Jungle Metallurgist? No, this was another failed attempt to get Kyle Dash to play nice for once but I decided to bring his friends as well. I thought I could finally get him to work for Hippoman Land for once but that clearly was just a sign of my desperation."
"Military affairs might be Walker's forte but the Bolsheviks and hordes haven't been able to do any major advances as our complete orbital domination and entrenched defensive lines seem to be keeping them back. Although I know a couple more empowered individuals you can use to break the stalemate..." William got a bit of a kick out of the User's glare underneath his half leopard seal and pygmy hippo face mask as he knew exactly who he was referring to, Walker and Ryugu saw them as children but he knew they were Servants taken fresh from a Grand Order for another empowered squad.
"I swore that I would only use them if the main city is breached, Afton, I do not go back on my word. I would not underestimate Trotsky Mask's political and strategic genius, the neverending cruel surprises of Mikotsu and Lime, and the likely trail of alliances for their causes, we can barely defend the Bors Territories from outright invasion."
"Yet you seem more shook up by your own errors than their advances, why is that?"
"Simple, the Bolsheviks are a technological juggernaut just like us while the hordes send their abominations out of nowhere but I have complete faith in my refined creations and loyal warriors, it's just that any weakness will be immediately exploited if detected by one of them." Hippoman knew the Bolsheviks and Trotsky Mask as his forces' one true equivalent army in DFederal's early days and still shared a grudging respect for him while he knew just how far Mikotsu and Lime would go for followers and how much experience they had working in the shadows.
"Speaking of the Forged Battalions, when are more forces going to be produced or are you just planning on rearming them like usual for the entire war? I do enjoy those plastic soldiers from time to time, arguably more competent than our new hires."
"Unfortunately I only completed Death Town, the Nakutti Expedition, and Kingdom of Toures in limited numbers thanks to the Red laboratory sabotages and I refuse to field the Blazer Sheriffs, I am not a complete monster. They certainly seem to be the new mostly unpowered elites of our Land, don't they?"
"It's named after you so I don't see how it's our land but I'm satisfied to see the spark of a creator still in you, Lord Hippoman. Let's hope you don't have to rely on the warchasers for reinforcements, those Droids and Goblins have a mixed record at best. Anyways, I'm going back to my workshop to see what I can fix for the upcoming mission." The twisted Springtrap calmly strolled away with Hippoman pondering the tide of the war, glancing at his fellows playing with the Servants, and noticing Leo Kasper slinking in the darkness when he turned his head again, that assassin probably thought himself so clever and yet he had to be mad to openly challenge the creator of the very world they lived on.
Olson was right, this place might be disgusting but it's as good a starting point as any for some actual rulers to start planning how best to cripple those overconfident narcissists calling themselves Users. I couldn't care less if the Banished Ones are literally Satan, all I want is my own slice of the killing grounds, a place where I can prove I'm truly the best killer the multiverse has ever seen.
"This alliance deal just keeps getting worse and worse, we literally fought bipedal talking weasels with mobster weapons and now we're holing up in some derelict condemned excuse for a mansion. If this is not the absolute lowest point of my life, I don't know what is." Dan the Decapitator certainly wasn't happy about his Hippoman Land vacation with the other Deadliest Killers, even his meal didn't brighten his mood as he angrily cut up a piece of restaurant chicken from a raid with his Katana and began chewing on it as the others looked at him in annoyance.
"This whole plan was your idea, well, and our lovely secretive partner lurking in the shadows. I'm not particularly thrilled about sharing a place of rest with that beast and it's owner or the tatooed barbarian at my sides. If anything, I'm thinking about taking Haruka with me and moving on our own." Masaru-Jerome Surei's temper had reached its limit as well and Kyle Dash certainly didn't like the insult as he pulled out his Ice Axe as his fellow Killer unsheathed his Nodachi, Haruka Sotojima and Rose the Leopard Seal simply looking at each other in displeasure before Claimteoir Meisce laughed in amusement.
"Do it, coward. Show you're a real apex predator and not just an opportunistic scavenger."
"I can't help it you decided to fill your gut with my girlfriend's body and decided you didn't need a head anymore, you certainly don't use it."
"As if you're any better, puppetmaster, treating your little toy worse than a seal, I'm surprised you haven't broken her again yet, the silent one's the only one of you who hasn't done anything stupid." Aleksander Nevsky just stared the Canadian teenager in the eyes as he rose from his seat, leaving the Scottish cannibal even more interested and concerning the others before the younger man backed down with a look of realization as he understood the hidden meaning of the most mysterious member of the group's words.
"I keep tabs on every potential target I have, even Seallord here who's actually the only one of you I can stand to be around and I almost thought he was an urban legend." The Owner nodded at the Polish hitman before he left the room with a sigh of displeasure and went to go check on the perimeter again as he wasn't particularly hungry and if he stayed, either his tattooed 'White Whale' or that annoying kid would be getting a Warden Crossbow bolt between the eyes.
"Man, nobody here can take a joke."
"Humor is for the weak and yours is particularly lackluster."
"Oh come on big guy, go back to threatening Frosty and Romeo, I didn't do anything to you...yet." The District competitor only made Meisce laugh even harder at his ally's attempt at a threat, he wouldn't even be worth putting in the papers and barely worthy of consumption, while Dash stared at his killers and Surei raised an eyebrow at his fellow's audacity, very likely a bozo.
"You'll have to spend a decade training to even scratch my hide, you runt."
"Nyahaha, I know right! Only the lowest of girls would fall for him!"
"Um, who exactly are you?" The Japanese yandere pointed out the newcomer to the group, a green-haired girl in a stylish outfit, after Claimteoir's counter to the Decapitator, Lime appearing out of nowhere in a corner of the room certainly got the Killers united again as they all pulled out their signature weapons after a moment of shock.
"And who exactly are you supposed to be, a mint neko? How awful is that shadow man at his job that you snuck past him?!"
"You're not my type either lady, much too over the top and you reek of crazy."
"Hey, she seems stronger than any of you fools so shut up." The Scottish cannibal getting Masaru-Jerome and Dan to be quiet wasn't so much out of respect but for him to try to figure out if his hunch was right, the Hater demon certainly didn't look like much at first but she seemed to have hidden powers just waiting to be unleashed as his stomach growled and the Leopard Seal snarled.
"Oh sorry, I thought you newbies would have heard of the great Lime, the Hater who dumped Hippoman and now rules her own mercenary group along with a mastery of demon summonings, pyrokinesis, and setting up a stage!"
"Yeah, I heard about you and how you and your tin general got the boot from your User husband who replaced you with literal Servants. You certainly are a good stage setter with how you made that story seem positive for you..."
"You're really lucky Olson has an interest in you, you know? Otherwise I'd be making you a roast kielbasa right now but since I'm so generous, I have an offer. Work for me and you never have to worry about Users again!" Lime was confident that slogan would be enough but apparently these User Warriors were more dense than she thought and Nevsky seriously tried her patience, nevertheless they could make decent pawns for her future plans and she supposed she could bother elaborating on why serving her was the only smart choice.
"The last thing I want is to be stuck as some clown's lackey. Me and Haruka are leaving this hellhole tomorrow!"
"And where will you be going, hmm? DFederal where you'll be thrown in a tube, the Bolsheviks who you killed so many fine patriots of, or maybe your good old creator who pawned you off to Hippoman because he loved you so much? Nyahaha, give me a break, you Deadliest Killers are clueless and that's not even factoring in the massive garrisons around the city limits!"
"I've been trying to tell them that escaping an actual warzone isn't likely and that it's better to join one of the belligerents so what's your pitch, forced service and glorious communism didn't work too well for pitches." The District contestant was paying attention to the Hater demon now even though the Owner, Japanese teenager, Polish hitman, and Meisce were all ready to start maiming her which made her choose her next words carefully, if there was one thing she had mastered doing, it was sweet talking the desperate into doing what she wanted.
"Under my service and I guess Olson's, we don't ask anything more than for you to just make a mess out of things here for Hippoman's puppet army and the Red Menace peasants. Pretty much business as usual with the added benefit of a free get-away and supplier of weapons."
"What's the catch? Don't think you can play me like a bozo, I've heard this exact same scheme from my father's intelligence briefings."
"Oh just a little challenge to prove you're all worthy of being called the most dangerous Warriors around, the Virtual Psychos are coming to kill you all but I think you should hold your ground and really hurt Hippoman's reputation. I mean, it's not always that his precious horror spec-ops squad has to go without his blessings..." Surei just scoffed at the ridiculous proposal as Nevsky and Dash started to think something was up, Claimteoir wanted to see just what Lime was going to follow up with that made her so confident with every line she spoke against an increasingly hostile group.
"What exactly do you think can threaten us into working with someone who named themselves after a fruit? Don't dissapoint me, little morsel."
"I don't have to allow our Imperial-Mordor division to block the Bolshevik battalion coming for you. Seriously, you thought you could kill that sociopathic vigilante and he wouldn't immediately squeal to his new bedfellows when they brought his worthless hide back? And I'm sure you've heard about Trotsky Mask's armor, his newly superhuman command squad, and his human waves..."
"Wait a minute, people don't stay dead here?! What's the point of decapitating them?!" The Scottish cannibal would have salivate after his challenge it Lime's malicious smile that rivaled any of the Killers and absolutely terrifying words hadn't shocked the whole group, Sotojima and Rose backed off with their masters as the Decapitator resorted to humor to hide his despair.
"You seriously didn't know that people can just come back here unless a User decides they're a burden? You truly are all clueless."
"Fine, you have your contract, when exactly are those Virtual Psychos going to be here?"
"Maybe you are a worthy partner for the apex predator." Dan simply walked right up with Aleksander and Meisce giving their support while Kyle and Masaru-Jerome looked at the Leopard Seal and Haruka respectively before begrudgingly joining them, if the Deadliest Killers had to join a side, might as well be the one that actually met with them.
"In two days, that should definitely be enough for such excellent murderers and government hitmen to prepare. I even got you some nice little intel because I'm so thoughtful! Unless somebody wants to try me again and I might accidentally burn them..."
"No, no, I think our useless sentry needs to get back on shift, right, Aleksander?"
"Well, I'm satisfied with this arrangement. I expect to hear the papers flooded with casualties and shut-ins becoming the norm! See you if you survive or in Hell, whichever comes first!" Lime enthusiastically teleported back to her domain as the Polish hitman angrily pushed past the District contestant to get back outside the room, Claimteoir got to sharpening his Kukris, and the murderous Owner and Japanese teenager just looked at each other before joining Rose and Sotojima respectively.
"That was certainly odd, honey."
"I'm not sure if I hate this bizarre adventure or enjoy it, darling. That otter's surprisingly good company."
"I'm starting to see why hoodie man bailed on this place before, what kind of place still has Soviets running around with fictional psychopaths as state agents and a deranged neko as the most friendly inhabitant?" Surei saw Dash finally give him a friendly nod as the Leopard Seal happily barked at Haruka, they'd have to get used to the madness of Hippoman Land together for the foreseeable future or wind up crushed in the four-way civil war they didn't ask to be brought into.
"I asked for nine round clips, can those robotic sheep not get anything right?"
"Desert Eagles only have seven rounds, Leo. I've seen enough guns to know that."
"Do you think I don't know my own equipment, lard lad? I'm sorry that you're too focused on collecting heads to bother supervising your workers." Leo Kasper and Chris Walker tended to butt heads on missions frequently and this was no different as the Virtual Psychos walked through the Slum streets, a massive hammer and sickle in red was painted onto the remaining wall of a destroyed building.
"What's that, the person who stalks in the shadows is telling me to divert attention from training soldiers to monitor his specifications for equipment? How much time do you need to skulking about like a rat?"
"Stop it you two! We're never going to be able to sneak in if you two keep insulting each other."
"Yeah, you're right, Ryugu. Wait, I smell something rotting nearby and I have a feeling it's not just the dumpster." The murderous soldier was brought out of his argument by Rena Ryugu's words and just in time to notice that the building wasn't entirely uninhabited, the bodies of what looked like rebels and citizens were being feasted on by about ten zombies, thankfully not the smarter kinds with weapons.
Still that certainly wasn't ideal as the living dead noticed the Psychos and started shambling towards Princess Mikotsu's enemies with hungry rage, Walker stabbed two through the face with his Iron Pole as the cleaver girl chopped two of their heads in half but SCP-049 had to step in as they charged. The Imperial Stormtrooper and Mordor Orc SCP-049-2s grabbed their fellow undead by the mouths and yanked off the lower jaws as they went for grabs on the plague doctor's allies before pummeling the heads into paste, he personally had to bludgeon one's skull with his Lightning Rod. Even as seven zombies fell dead once again, the remaining three kept coming before William Afton jammed his Kitchen Knife in the back of one's cranium and tossed one to the ground for Twisted Freddy to drag in and puncture with spikes until the brain was hit leaving the last one to be dispatched with another Pole stab.
The Virtual team was shocked to see a final zombie coming out with an AK-47 and white star painted on her head before she hissed in pain as her rotting spine was broken and her head was cut off as she fell over without a shot fired, the Project assassin's Katana and Crowbar covered in bits of rotting flesh.
"Great detection work there. I'd suggest moving before the rotting meat bags send something bigger to the feast." Kasper sarcastically stated as he rejoined the others, getting back to walking down the street with thankfully no injuries aside from a couple flesh wounds to the 2s as the sound of distant fire echoed throughout the area, it sounded like blasters, automatics, and booming shots.
"Trench and Lord Hippoman never said there'd be a conflict, do we withdraw back to base?"
"What, anything that isn't a little kid you're scared of? I thought this was a spec ops team, not a radio unit."
"For once, Leo's right, hurry to the mansion and we should be able to avoid the Bolshevik and traitorous forces currently fighting it out, I doubt it's more of the undead so we shouldn't expect stragglers." The twisted Springtrap's concerns were completely ignored as Leo insulted him and Chris gave new orders, both committed to the same goal for once, thankfully the two likeliest combatant forces rarely left units lurking about unless it was an artillery team and even that wouldn't usually be near structures.
"It appears Oyashiro-sama has blessed us again, I can see the target already, let's end this problem quickly and relatively quietly."
"I can't wait to operate once more, I always love new patients."
"Not too long, doctor. You go with Springtrap out back to the garden, Ryugu, you're with me, and Leo, find yourself a flank route inside. I'm actually surprised this looks so run-down like a Murkoff property, I thought the FBI would at least want this place as a base." The murderous soldier referred to the fight that had taken place in the once beautiful mansion in the past, the SWAT joined the upper Hippoman Land Police Department and the FBI became the heart of the Slums law enforcement, but his orders were immediately followed.
"If you forgot, the Reds immediately went for this and then the ghouls came in, remember the Outpost Massacre?"
"Of course, that was a disaster. The undead were blocking any attempts to reinforce our allied Warriors, I think Hippoman just decided to order us to annihilate as much of those freakshows as we could. Much less fun when the target doesn't have emotions."
"It certainly wasn't pretty for the Bolsheviks either, I think we all underestimated Mikotsu's true military potential. I don't know what I'm more worried about, this building still being infested or the Deadliest Killers being fine as that means..." SCP-049 brought back memories of their military's earliest major loss, Afton's joke seemed halfhearted from the absolute horror of that day, and Ryugu didn't think she'd enjoy going back to see just what had happened in the former headquarters for their Slums forces, it certainly didn't seem like a sturdy structure anymore at the very least.
"In my experience, similar patients who get to meet tend to form connections. I do believe it's already protocol to consider Lime's forces as allied with the Undead Legions." SCP-049 remarked as he walked with his 2s past the hedge walls leading to the garden as William stalked on the opposite side with Freddy crawling after, the Project assassin moved into the darkness, and Walker and Ryugu approached the bloodstained front door before he charged at it with his shoulder and bashed it down.
Lime had kept her word, Aleksander Nevsky could plainly see a Bolshevik force clashing with Imperials backed up by Mordor troops through the telescope once used for stargazing, a sleek black car with an M4A1 in the middle of the front window fired at Stormtroopers before a PTL missile launcher reduced it to a burnt wreck. An AT-ST rained down fire upon the Red lines before a LTA-34 MBT took out the cabin with a single shot of the 85mm gun and a Attack Troll that was crushing numerous Conscripts was sent to the afterlife by an LTA-76 ABT's precise shot through the chest, the Polish hitman had to begrudgingly admit the Russians knew how to make good weapons. Still the Hater's forces seemed to be doing well enough, particularly in tying up several Bolshevik troops in melee where they clearly weren't superior with the Mordor troops and having the Imperial forces keep blasting while they were occupied, a simple but effective maneuver.
Nevsky watched a flaming Catapult boulder land onto a LTA-34 and surprisingly leave it a wreck while TIE Fighters equipped with shields powered through anti-aircraft gun fire to rain down fire and bombs as the Reds desperately tried to get Kirov Bombers over the opposing lines that made easy targets. The battle going on a couple blocks down was entertaining but Aleksander turned his telescope to see a small group of odd characters approaching the mansion with haste, he'd have thought some of them were just wearing costumes if he hadn't seen stranger things. Luckily the Virtual Psychos didn't notice his gaze as they started performing different movements around the mansion, he was honestly happy that Lime was telling the truth, it had been far too long since he actually got a true challenge and he'd read their documents religiously in his free time.
"It seems our new friend was telling the truth about those Virtual Psychos, be useful and find Dan and Claimteoir so they know to do something other than wander around." The Polish hitman spoke calmly despite his growing excitement and let Masaru-Jerome Surei and Kyle Dash know it was time to execute their plan against the hostile group, the Deadliest Killers certainly could use the exercise after two days of sitting around and waiting.
"Why do you get to look through a spyglass all day while we have to find those bozos?"
"Because I'm the one who's going to keep you informed if they do anything we didn't expect and lay traps up here."
"Fair enough, I suppose. Come on, darling and Otter Owner, we're finally getting the chance to prove our superiority over those barbarians." The Japanese teenager got the murderous Owner, Haruka Sotojima, and Rose the Leopard Seal to follow him downstairs after he called to them, leaving Nevsky to sit in silence with his Warden Crossbow loaded with an explosive bolt and turned towards an open doorway with his plans running through his mind.
"Why do none of you people have any sense of humor? Frosty's just silent and axe-crazy, Romeo can't tell a joke from actual flirting, Military Man refuses to speak to me, and you just constantly talk about the weak being prey for the strong and how much of an apex predator you are." Dan the Decapitator complained as he walked down a dark corridor with squeaky floorboards with Claimteoir Meisce, the larger man simply grinning maliciously and stretching his muscles as the runt got closer and closer to being an appetizer before his promised great feast against those lesser murderers.
"Maybe you should just be quiet before somebody decides to end your yapping for good."
"You're all assholes, you know that? I don't mean to sound crazy but isn't that some kind of shape near the storage room?"
"Good, something to eat." The Scottish cannibal picked up his pace as the District contestant tried to follow but both were soon wishing they hadn't decided to investigate the figure as it had long bladed appendages for arms, a horrific face with dead eyes, and let off a hiss as they approached before running into the storage room.
"I-is that what Frosty looks like without the hoodie?"
"No, I took that off to try his flesh. It was terrible, I had to eat seal instead."
"Oh, how terrible for the Rock to miss a meal of human flesh. What is that thing then?!" Meisce simply shrugged even as the Necromorph shook the Decapitator up with them barely catching a glimpse of the thing closing a manhole cover hidden under a rug behind it, leaving the Killers alone for the time being as footsteps started approaching the two of them from the same direction that the undead was facing.
"Who's there? It better not be another walking carcass!"
"Ah, so that's what the catgirl meant by our odd roommates. If you manage to survive this next battle as a team, try not to provoke them into attacking. Do you remember what to do, bozo?"
"Yeah, go outside with Frosty and his morbidly obese water dog while Romeo and Julie wait inside with Dwayne and Military Man sits upstairs. I'm always getting the worst end of the stick with you people." Dan complained to Surei who got some satisfaction out of hearing him actually frightened by something, the living dead weren't exactly comforting to him either but so far they hadn't done anything to their group so why should they interrupt their nightly feasting or whatever they came up to do.
"I think Mr. Dash has it far worse, being stuck with a terrible jester." Masaru-Jerome plainly said to his least-preferred ally, it took a lot to beat out Meisce but the District contestant had accomplished that feat.
"Screw you too then, hope you get your head taken off."
"I'd be more cautious if I were you, you're the weakest link here."
"What?!"
"He's not wrong, the scavenger's actually making sense now." The Japanese teenager seemed unnerved that Claimteoir actually agreed with him and Dash nodded before the Killers went to enact their plan for the siege with Aleksander watching everything unfold outside the mansion but he had a feeling he missed one of the Psychos in his head count.
Kyle and the Decapitator exited through the garden doors before splitting up as Rose kept up the pace to stay with the former, the Scottish cannibal entered the dining room to get fully ready for combat by retrieving his gear, and Surei and Haruka hid in one of the many hallway doors to await an intruder.
William Afton had seen nothing but hedges as he made his way through the garden and yet it suited him just fine as he set up two of his Chips in the foliage, making sure to keep Twisted Freddy close as he stealthily moved through the area searching for the mansion itself so that he could finish setting up. The twisted Springtrap placed one outside one of the doors to catch any Deadliest Killers off-guard, unfortunately nobody but their fearless leader and Slender could handle their effects well which made him have to work around that issue when the Virtual Psychos weren't at full power. Afton was glad he didn't have to waste them all on Bolsheviks and kept a Chip on him for later placement, the positions so far gave him a good chance of disorienting a couple of the targets and he gripped his Kitchen Knife with one hand while the other held onto a hedgerow as he peeked around the corner.
"It sounds like my first show has already been scheduled." William whispered with a dark grin growing across his face under the Springbonnie Suit, the sound of whining reaching him from his furthest Chip placement which simultaneously let him know who he would find first among the Deadliest Killers and he anticipated the opportunity to earn Hippoman's favor.
Kyle Dash slowly walked through the hedgerows while keeping an eye out for anyone who wasn't a Deadliest Killer and with his Ice Axe ready to hack into flesh, Rose the Leopard Seal dragged herself right behind him and sniffed the air before barking and starting to speed up as she hunted. The murderous Owner diligently followed his pet and soon heard something odd in his frozen skull, a sound that was unpleasant and coming from somewhere inside the greenery, he took more notice of it as he realized the carnivore was whimpering in pain. Dash didn't quite know what was making that horrible noise but he certainly wasn't letting it harm his Leopard Seal's hearing, mercilessly tearing through the hedgerow with his Axe and hand until he noticed something round and mechanical that he stared at briefly.
Kyle crushed it without a second thought and quickly dropped the pieces as the noise stopped, he turned to Rose to comfort her but heard laughter coming from behind him and went to investigate until he heard it again, the Killer returning to his pet with caution before something hit him from behind.
William Afton grinned with satisfaction as his Kitchen Knife punctured Kyle Dash's skull and he gripped his arm from behind as he repeated the stabbing, only something that should have killed another undead resulted in him getting backhanded and barely maintaining his balance from the force of the hit. The murderous Owner glared at the twisted Springtrap and took a swing with his Ice Axe that was easily dodged but he kept on pressing the offensive and even went for a grab as his arm was repeatedly cut into, the injuries seeming to not even inconvenience the Deadliest Killer's attacks. Dash eventually managed to corner Afton and took a massive hack that lodged his Axe in the foliage, leaving him open to a charge with a Knife thrust but the Virtual Psycho found his foe barely budging and his weapon bouncing off the Scrap Metal Chestplate before he felt his Springbonnie Suit getting colder.
Kyle held William still as he yanked the Ice Axe free and chopped into his shoulder as the Psycho sluggishly moved, the attack still completely incapacitated that arm and made his foe grimace, the target retaliated with a fully prepared Kitchen Knife stab to the Killer's neck which loosened his grip. The twisted Springtrap broke free and pushed the murderous Owner away before punching his Knife through one of the weaker sections of the Chestplate, the Killer responded with another Axe swing but that was a feint by the Psycho as he went for his weapon arm next. Afton narrowly sidestepped the quicker swing but Dash was immediately on him again with his Axe, forcing the Psycho to take a risk and stab into the Killer's goggles, taking a moderately concerning gash to the chest but making his target stumble back in shock.
William knew that fighting directly with Kyle was a bad idea at this point as he was clearly stronger and tougher than he had thought, had clearly gotten faster from the blood, and he heard his footsteps pursuing him as he ran back into the hedge maze for another opportunity. The murderous Owner's pet barked as she sniffed him out but that was alright, the twisted Springtrap wanted them to follow him to his farthest Chip and where Twisted Freddy patiently waited under his will, still the Psycho wanted to anger the Killer some more for good measure. After trying his best to recover his arm's functionality, he ran out at Dash from behind and rammed him with his Kitchen Knife before retreating as he took a staggered swing at Afton and Rose the Leopard Seal lunged at him but neither hit the Psycho as he continued luring them deeper into the foliage.
"Follow the yellow rabbit." Springtrap spoke softly with his grin returning as he brought his foe to a trap.
Kyle Dash had read about William Afton from the documents, his first thoughts were how awful his so-called 'creator' had to be to field such a monster and now he just felt the intense silent anger of an annoyance that refused to just accept his due punishment for his crimes, something that he preferred in potential meals. Rose the Leopard Seal only cared a bit for the murderous Owner's philosophy, she got fed and cared for which was enough but those horrible sounds entered her ears once more as they pursued the Twisted Springtrap, making her pause and roll around in pain as the Killer stomped forwards behind the hedge wall. Afton obviously grabbed him from behind again and started cutting into him with his Kitchen Knife as Dash slammed his Ice Axe into the hedge and Chip, only this time his throat was being slit open by the Psycho who kept going and was hanging onto the Killer tighter than before.
William had Kyle's arms pinned in his own grasp and kept trying to decapitate him, forcing the Killer to leave his stuck Axe and draw his Ka-Bar Knife before trying to jab it into the Psycho before he did lethal damage to his undead body yet he stubbornly held on despite his violent thrashing. Finally the twisted Springtrap was rammed into the foliage wall and his wounded arm was harshly yanked on, forcing him to let go enough for the Ka-Bar to stab deep into his side and then plunged into his back before he was yanked off the murderous Owner as the Springbonnie Suit filled with fresh blood. Dash's neck was half cut through but he had Afton right where he could easily finish him off but as he prepared to keep stabbing, the Killer heard Rose yelp and quickly went back to her, taking note of what he swore was a smile on the Psycho's ragged face underneath the mask despite his labored breathing.
Kyle saw a ugly machine that resembled a bear that looked like it had been used as a punching bag trying to drag his pet inside its equally unappealing spiky innards, the one-handed Twisted Freddy being fought off by the Leopard Seal somewhat effectively with her flailing and biting. The murderous Owner was about to strike back when the twisted Springtrap grabbed his spinal cord and jammed his Knife into his shoulder, dragging the Killer back as Rose got a flipper punctured and howled in agony, the Psycho paid immensely as the Ka-Bar Knife busted through his grabbing arm. Afton gritted his teeth in pain before Dash slammed his fist full-force into the Psycho's chest, sending him flying with a jarring crash against a hedge wall before the Killer turned to Freddy who was getting what was left of its face ripped off by the pet's teeth which threatened to end it before he got to it.
William Afton groaned as his multitude of cuts and bruises flared up around his body, even for someone used to pain, Kyle Dash had put him through a massive beating and he could see him lifting Twisted Freddy up through his creation's eyes after separating it from Rose the Leopard Seal. The twisted Springtrap winced as its head was crushed and the head disconnected with a simple Ka-Bar swing as he forced himself up and back to running as the murderous Owner followed with more of a pace than before, he couldn't even tell if he had lost his gaze as the Psycho prepared another ambush. Freddy had come extremely close to ending that obese pet and he had Dash dead but Afton had left himself open to a counterattack that time, a sloppy move that cost him most of his advantages as the barking got closer to him and he chucked his last Chip into the hedges which delayed his pursuers.
Kyle stormed around the corner and immediately chopped clean through the wall and into his device before moving on William but he wasn't quick enough to stop him as he kicked Rose out into one of the more open paths and then laughed as he jabbed the Kitchen Knife into her chest and moved downwards rapidly.
"My masterpiece for your miserable mutt, a trade that still robs me, Owner." The Psycho said mockingly as the Killer tensed up with a violent shaking.
The murderous Owner charged like the twisted Springtrap had anticipated as his pet was gutted but he was far quicker than the Psycho anticipated, catching him with a grab to his wounded arm that he threw him with, the Killer making him cry out as the limb came off in his frigid grasp and he dropped it nonchalantly. Dash closed the distance with Afton quickly and slammed his Ice Axe onto one of the legs he was trying to get up on, tearing through the Springbonnie Suit's protection easily, before doing the same to the other leg which left the Psycho accustomed to pain near death from the Killer's vengeful beating.
Rage filled Kyle Dash's skull as he lifted William Afton up by the head, his frigid grasp beginning to ice over the Psycho's decaying eyes as he squeezed hard, letting the Ice Axe drop in favor of a more painful ending to the foe who had taken his beloved pet from him in such a malicious fashion. The murderous Owner paid a bit for his blind fury as the twisted Springtrap's Kitchen Knife entered his other goggle and made him let go in something resembling pain but he still felt the rest of his face coverings being taken off which meant that his true features would be visible to the Psycho. Afton stared blankly but with shock showing in his expression as frozen over sockets stared down at him, polar winds pouring out of the many openings on his icy cranium, and a set of jaws that had fused together from the Antarctic cold which certainly made the Killer the least attractive of the entire group.
"I don't know what Hippoman thought when creating you."
William's words didn't even stop Kyle's berserk swinging as he hacked off the Psycho's other arm with his Axe, hacked into his chest and gut, and finally lodged it in the Springbonnie mask before stomping on it, driving it into his foe's brain as he kept on going with kicks to the head afterwards. The twisted Springtrap's head eventually came off with a mechanical screech and landed inside a hedge wall, perfectly face-first, which the murderous Owner simply retrieved his weapon from before putting it inside his parka as he went back to Rose the Leopard Seal's remains. Dash refused to leave his pet here like Afton for the doctor and he honestly didn't even feel even remotely alive without her presence, the Killer carried the body with him back to the mansion at a cautious pace before pushing the doors open and disappearing into the shadows.
Chris Walker smelled the air and picked up several rotting smells among the mansion before pinpointing a single one nearby in the dining room, he motioned to Rena Ryugu to go down the hallways as he moved in to set up his Snare Traps. The Variant soldier set up one Trap inside the entrance area and then prepared the other two for the hallways which granted him some good cover before he busted open the door in front of him, stopping to put his Iron Pole nearby as he prepared to ram the door.
"Nonexistent perimiter defenses. I'm coming little pig. There's no way out now." Walker muttered as his breathing got heavier and he threw himself into a rage as he charged the dining room's entrance, the lack of obstacles nearby being apparent when a target kicked the door down first and whacked him with a United Cutlery Shillelagh which knocked him off-balance.
Claimteoir Meisce was getting tired of standing around in a place where the weak ate their meals, his whole body tensed for the upcoming bloodshed as his stomach growled, waiting even a minute after their would-be hunters busted down the entrance was torture for a man who prided himself on his bravery. The Scottish cannibals resented his allies for making him hide from the chance to prove himself against new prey, he would have gladly taken them all down on his own if the others hadn't told him to be patient and wait for his opportunity to strike as the others made fresh meat.
"You think you can make a fool of an apex predator? Claimteoir Meisce is ready to eat!" Meisce busted down the door in search of enemies with the United Cutlery Shillelagh in his hand and nearly getting slammed by a running victim as he quickly broke his momentum, he received a hefty blow to the gut that was only partially absorbed by his Steel Lamellar and he spit up blood.
"Little pig. You have some nerve after all, good, I hate rats." Chris Walker stated relatively calmly after cracking his jaw back into place before going back to angry yelling.
"You've got a lot of guts, I'm taking them! The weak must feed the strong!" Claimteoir Meisce yelled maniacally as he immediately got back on the attack, his previous injury being little more than an inconvenience.
The murderous soldier grabbed the Scottish cannibal's arm before he could swing the United Cutlery Shillelagh again and employed a joint lock before he took the Killer's momentum as he went for a bite to hurl him over his shoulder and onto the ground, the Psycho was satisfied to hear a cracking sound. However Meisce didn't go down that easily and whacked Walker's legs with his blunt object, sending him to his knees from the powerful hit, before the Killer took a bite out of his shoulder, the Psycho grunted in pain before elbowing his attacker's face which certainly didn't help his dental situation. Chris knew that Claimteoir was going to be a problem if he didn't take him out quickly and so he decided to let the Killer charge him again after beating him back with his fists, the Psycho barely dodged and grappled his foe into a Snare Trap which left him hanging upside-down from the ceiling.
The Scottish cannibal was still able to force the murderous soldier back by slamming the Shillelagh into his knee, making him angrily mutter as he stumbled away from his beat-up foe, before biting through the rope keeping him restrained and getting back up in moments from a rough landing on the ground. It was then that Meisce decided to show that Walker wasn't the only one with martial arts knowledge as he put away the blunt object to stomp the Psycho's already hurting knee and then put him in a headlock where the Killer kept delivering punches with his free hand. Claimteoir's fist honestly hurt almost as much as his United Cutlery weapon, the Dornálaíocht and Speachóireacht combo kept Chris in a cycle of having his pain tolerance be hammered away before he reused Judo to get a good grip on the Killer's free arm and pin it before squeezing his throat.
Claimteoir Meisce was finally having the battle that he craved so much before a meal and while he hadn't bothered with any information beforehand, Chris Walker was rapidly proving to be a difficult prey to slaughter and he found himself starting to black out first which forced him to give up the headlock. The murderous soldier recovered quickly and attempted to throw the Scottish cannibal before a Gaelic football kick to the chest ended that plan as he dropped the Killer who immediately tripped him afterwards, revealing Coraíocht in the brawl as he wrestled the Psycho on the ground. Meisce bit down on Walker's arm as he tried to grab him again but left himself open to more punches that made his Steel Lamellar feel like little more than leather with each harsh impact, making the Killer roll away with the Psycho's blood and his own in his mouth as both got back to their feet.
"Little pig. God dammit, it takes a lot of effort to kill a raving lunatic but looks like I've still good at that." Chris still looked like he was hardly even feeling the hits that he had previously taken with a tone that was more annoyed than angry as he spoke.
"That’s rich, you don't even know your place on the food chain. But I'll show you when I rip you limb from limb!" Claimteoir shrieked even as he was slightly bent over, the previous hits severely impacted his torso bones but even that wouldn't be enough to stop him.
Chris went for another punch which Claimteoir avoided and threw his own into the Psycho's gut, pushing him back, as he pulled the United Cutlery Shillelagh back out for a devastating overhead blow, the Killer employing his bloodlust to keep him at maximum speed for the next series of attacks. The Scottish cannibal's shin kick was perfectly accompanied by another blunt object smack to the jaw, keeping the murderous soldier on the receiving end of a beating as the Killer narrowly avoided a tackle and smashed his weapon into his foe's back as the Psycho passed him while letting him collide with the floor. Walker tried to get back up quickly but Meisce began repeatedly clubbing him while he was down with the Shillelagh, the Psycho forced to blindly attempt to land a strong enough punch to make the Killer back off which he finally accomplished and got the opportunity to retrieve his own weapon.
"Little pig. I'm going to turn you into a shishkebab with all this talk about eating me!" Another momentary pause in Chris Walker's bloodlust to give his thoughts on the situation, truly his target was the most simple and simultaneously annoying of the Deadliest Killers.
"Stop calling me damn livestock. But ah, of course. After you tenderize the meat, it's time to cut it apart!" Claimteoir Meisce once again showed his one-track mind after a moment of annoyance at the constant insults and was back to his mad ramblings, the only constant was his desire to eat the Virtual Psycho and possibly any others if he felt like it afterwards.
While Chris had retrieved his Iron Pole, Claimteoir had pulled out his Twin Kukri and made the Psycho cautious once more as those blades were certainly a bigger threat than the stick, the Killer immediately began rushing in to get up close but while the point missed him, the blunt part knocked the wind out of him. The murderous soldier followed this up with a stab from the spear-like weapon to the Scottish cannibal's gut, pushing past the Steel Lamellar but not going deep enough to stop the Killer from hacking into the Psycho's arm and face which made him pull back in surprise as the injuries finally started getting to him. The cuts weren't enough to reach anything vital but Meisce grinned evilly with his sharp teeth which made Walker want to knock them out as they continued the fight, the Psycho's face showing pure rage as he roared and went for several feint stabs before going for a grab.
Claimteoir saw an opening once more and plunged a Kukri through Chris' hand, making the Psycho recoil and yell in pain, before he took a swing at his gut and left the other blade deep in there as the Killer laughed sadistically with bloodshot eyes that looked for any more places to inflict maximum pain. The Scottish cannibal was too eager to keep butchering the murderous soldier and wound up taking the Pole shaft to his jaw which knocked out a couple teeth, leaving him open to a follow-up stab to his leg which went far into the limb and crippled his superior mobility. Walker picked Meisce up before throwing him away and stabbed downwards at his target, only for the Killer to roll out of the way and go for another Kukri swing that bounced off his wrist Chains, the Psycho proceeded to thrust again with the Iron weapon but he got it stuck in the floorboards and hurried to yank it out.
Claimteoir Meisce had been through a beating that left him limping around and a hole in his gut but he was the most dangerous man in Europe for a reason, Chris Walker made it too easy to avoid his ponderous stabs and so he slammed his remaining Kukri deep in the previous arm wound. The murderous soldier roared angrily again as he dropped the Iron Pole and the Scottish cannibal pulled out his United Cutlery Shillelagh once more to bash it into the Psycho's groin, the Killer practically had free reign to get up with the agony that caused and more was to come as he licked the blood off his blade. Meisce swung his Kukri right into Walker's Achilles heels, severing them and forcing the stumbling Psycho to his knees, the Killer lurching out of the way of his victim's flailing arm before cutting into his shoulder with the weapon and leaving it for the moment like the other one as he went for his own throat grab.
"Let me tell you somwthing, soldier boy. You've been calling me a pig this whole time, but you forgot one thing: pigs are prey... AND I'M THE APEX PREDATOR! NOW, LET'S HEAR YOU SQUEEL!"
Claimteoir's built-up rage all exploded at once and he dragged his Twin Kukris out in a way that made a horrific gash across Chris' arm and shoulder who yelled in response but didn't say a word as the Killer then shoved the blades into his chest and back before readying the Shillelagh for a crushing blow. The murderous soldier's body slumped as his skull was caved in from behind but the Scottish cannibal didn't stop as his entrails flowed freely on the wood and let out a howl of victory as he tore out a huge chunk of the Psycho's nevk, severing his spine and finally ending his heavy breathing. Claimteoir Meisce feasted on Chris Walker's body for a long time afterwards, it was the right of a predator to eat prey they had killed, and he was only interrupted by the sound of a door opening on the first floor which made him curious if he could find some other meat to add to his menu, why just have food from America?
Lime usually didn't flaunt her powers next to the other Users' territory but that Rena girl had always been a thorn in her side and Masaru had potential so all she had to do was stack the deck a bit in his favor, give him a chance to work his charm against that Psycho when her mind went completely haywire and made her forget who she worked for. Yes, that would be simple enough and shouldn't cause a scene, besides her own agent could handle himself and if he died, well, maybe he was the real loser here, at least she'd get the satisfaction of seeing one of her favorite Killers stabbing that brat in the face, it was honestly nice to just see her plans work perfectly. The Hater just couldn't wait for the day when she could see Hippoman's face when everything he worked so hard to achieve and everyone he cared about burned to ash or completely broken by her games, the twisted grin covering her face was reflected in the many crystal balls she was watching.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sharp sound of sharp footsteps reverberates across the dark, empty hallways. Light is scarce, with the full moon outside offering through the grim windows the bare minimum for one to see, or at least manage to make out what’s in front of them. ‘What an unpleasant place’ is what goes through the mind of Ryugu Rena as she cautiously patrols the darkness of the building’s first floor, her nata firmly held in her right hand. For whatever reason, the girl has found herself caught in a battle between a ragtag band of psychopaths and lunatics, some more human than others. Why she of all people has to get involved in this is a question she’s asked herself many times over the past two days, to no avail each time. Now that she’s stuck here, though, there’s only one way out. Carefully, she keeps advancing through the mansion’s ominous corridors, watching each of her steps with utmost vigilance, as any could be her last, until….
“竜宮レナちゃんだよね？ (Ryugu Rena-chan, right?)”
Gripped by a mix of surprise, bloodlust and fear for her life, the schoolgirl turns around towards the voice, pointing her makeshift weapon at whoever it may have been. She only manages to make out a faint, humanoid figure in the darkness, but she damn well knows better than to trust anyone in this mansion. The figure slowly walks forward, his steps cautious and steady, causing the girl to gulp her saliva. Eventually, it’s a young man not too far from her own age who steps in front of the moonlight-illuminated window, revealing himself before her in all his looks. Short, black hair, brown piercing eyes, a rugged leather jacket and, by Japanese standards, fairly average height certainly don’t make this assailant look like anything threatening, especially with the expression of distress that covers his face, but she knows better than to let her guard down.
“待って。頼むから、鉈を下げてくれ。俺は洲礼 勝。君と同じ人間だ。(Hold on. Please, lower the nata. My name is Surei Masaru. I’m a human, just like you and unlike what seems to be almost everyone except us.)”
Rena “..... なんであなたなんか信用しなきゃいけないわけ？(.... And why the hell would I trust you?)”
Masaru “お互い、二日間の準備時間があっただろ。俺のことも、もう知ってるんじゃないのかな？(We’ve both had two days to prepare, no? You must at least know I’m not some monster, right?)”
Rena “知ってるわ。あなたが信用できないクズだってこともまとめてね。(Oh, I know you’re not a monster. I also know you’re even worse than one.)”
Rena refuses to let her guard down as the Japanese-Canadian takes a few steps forward, prompting her to raise her hacking instrument defensively. This causes Masaru to halt his advance, raising his hands submissively.
Masaru “待てって！俺は丸腰だぞ。わざわざ戦いに来たんだったら、武器を持ってくるだろ。(Wait! I’m unarmed, if I came to fight I’d have brought my weapons. I’m not here to fight you, please.)”
Rena “信じられないわ。どこかに武器を隠してる可能性だってある。そもそも、私にあなたと話す理由なんてないわ。(I don’t believe you. How do I know you’re not hiding weapons somewhere? And anyways, I don’t have any reasons to talk with you.)”
Masaru “俺たち以外にまともな人間なんてこのマンションにいないんだぞ！頼むから、話だけでも聞いてくれ。(Come on, we’re the only remotely normal human beings in this mansion! Just, please, listen to me.)”
Rena “それ以上近づかないで！(Don’t take even a single step closer!)”
Masaru “俺はただ帰りたいだけなんだ！(All I want is to go home, please!)”
Hearing those words unexpectedly causes Rena to momentarily flinch. Seeing her expression, Masaru continues.
Masaru “俺と一緒にもうひとり、春香っていう女の子がいるんだ。俺も春香も、この戦いに参加するつもりなんて一切ない。だから、二日間の間このゲームから脱出する方法を探したんだ。でも、二人だけじゃどうしようもない。君の力が必要なんだ。(There’s a girl with me about our age, her name is Haruka. Neither of us have any intention of putting our lives on the line for whatever this fight it, so during the two days of preparations we searched for a way out of this demented “game”. But we can’t do it on our own. Please, we need your help.)”
As Masaru takes a few more steps forward, an alerted Rena brandishes her nata once more, causing the seemingly startled teenager to back off once more.
Masaru “まともそうなのは俺と春香とレナ、君だけなんだよ！頼む、手を貸してくれ！俺はこんな化け物共と一緒の建物にいるんなんて嫌だ！一瞬でも早くここから逃げたいんだ！(Me, Haruka and you, Rena! We’re the only normal people here! Please, we need your help! I don’t want to be in this mansion filled with…. With monsters! I need to, we need to get out of here as fast as we can!)”
At this point practically begging, the distressed Kamiki once again tries to take a few steps towards Rena. This time, the schoolgirl slowly lowers her nata. He does have a point, to be fair. Who is taking part in this… battle? Supernatural monsters, lunatic murderers, demented psychopaths and the lot. In the midst of such insanity, she and Masaru certainly have much more in common with the average person than with the other participants. Plus, if what he says is true, then there’s merit in listening to him for sure. Her tensed arm grasping the machete slowly relaxes as the black-haired young man slowly walks over to her.
Hidden behind a corner of the ominous mansion’s hallways, Sotojima Haruka watches as her boyfriend seemingly succeeds at convincing this Ryugyu girl, her shoulder-long dark brown hair and onyx black eyes peeking out of the walls as she tries to get a good look at the events. She has to say, despite her unparalleled trust, she doesn’t really like this plan of his. Of course, if they manage to turn this Rena to their side, it’ll make their task of surviving through this blood-drenched war of the insanes much easier. However, there’s still too much going against her liking: not only is Masaru getting close to a girl other than her, even if only for convenience, but he even left his nodachi here to try and win over her trust, with only his hunting knife in his jacket’s inner pocket. It’s not like this Rena girl is completely sane anyways: if she ever turned on him he’d be defenceless! That can’t be allowed to happen, if Masaru is gone, who else will be left!? It’s Haruka’s job to protect him, no matter the cost.
Haruka “勝の髪一本にでも触れてみなさい、人参頭。その首飛ばしてやるんだから.... (Lay a hand on Masaru, I dare you, you carrot-headed bitch. I’ll send your head flying across the room….)”
Rena watches as Masaru slowly advances towards her, his hands still in the air as the light shining in from the window illuminates him. Despite knowing the risks, she decides to at least hear him out. After all, as far as she’s aware this Masaru has no business in a fight to the death like this either. While he may have some violent and sadistic tendencies, and definitely had more than a few run-ins with the yakuza, that’s definitely not on a scale that would put him in the same category as mass-murdering mercenaries, cannibals and mad scientists. While most of the participants in this battle seem like people who would enjoy the bloodshed thoroughly, he at the bare minimum has stakes in going back home: a family, his school, friends, and his girlfriend…. If she can be called that.
As he continues walking, however, Masaru walks out of the moonlight and into an area unilluminated by the moon. Then, for a brief, most inconsiderable instant, it looks to her as if a grin draws up on the boy’s face. Instinctively, a chill runs down Rena’s spine as her every reflexes tell her that she’s in a bad situation. Her eyes glare at the shadowed figure and her muscles tense back up as she raises her nata in defense, causing Masaru to get startled and back off into the moonlight, once again revealing his panicked and distressed expression and causing Rena to once again lower her guard. And yet….
That’s all the warning Haruka needs as she sees her lover in danger and dashes out of the security of the corner, her hand on her katana and its scabbard as she dashes through the dark corridor at a astounding speed, leaving Rena little time as the brown-haired girl rushes in from Masaru’s side and send her blade slicing through the air in a drawing slash, aiming at her adversary’s neck. The Hinamizawa denizen just barely manages to raise her heavier blade to intercept the sword, sparks flying and momentarily lighting up the hallway as steel and steel collide.
Masaru “な-春香、止せ！(Wha- Haruka, stop!)”
Masaru’s calls fall on deaf ears as Haruka follows the attack up with a left straight to the face, sending Rena tumbling backwards only to recover at the last moment to block a sideways swing by her assailant. Gripping her nata with both her hands, the orange-haired girl thinks fast and throws a kick in her rival’s abdomen, forcing her back a few steps before once again steel blades collide, only this time the roles are switched as Rena goes on the offensive, putting all of her strength behind a wide, two handed swing from her cleaver which Haruka barely has time to block with her katana. The sheer weight of the attack throws her off balance, however, and a follow-up swing by the nata-swinging girl forces her to get into a half-prepared, barely formed block which results in her katana being knocked out of her hands with a loud CLANG!!! Grinning at her success, Rena raises her blade above her head and screams as she goes for a downwards blow, only to be cut short as Haruka, in an adrenaline-fuelled moment of decision, runs in and grabs her wrists, preventing her from going through with her attack. A contest of brute strength follows suit as the two girls attempt to overpower each other, Haruka desperately trying not to get cleaved in half and Rena trying to bring this fight to a rapid end. After a few seconds, however, the judo training of Haruka gives her the edge she needs as she moves to her rival’s flank, destabilizes her by pulling her forward then sends her falling on her face by hooking her feet with an inwards kick. The Tokyoan schoolgirl pants and breathes as the orange-haired girl brings herself back onto her feet, using her nata as a cane to push herself up and bringing the blade back into a defensive stance.
It’s her fortune that her peripheral vision manages to catch a quickly approaching silhouette, as a reflective sidestep lets her dodge a steel-edged knife aimed at her face. Masaru, with his knife in an underhanded grip, proceeds to go for a backhanded swing which Rena once again dodges by stepping back. The latter retaliates with a one-handed, overhead swing of her nata, which the black-haired boy dodges by moving to the side, followed by a sideways backhanded swing which is ducked under. All too eager to move inside the effective range of the nata, Masaru grabs Rena’s shoulder as he gets back up and pulls his victim in before bringing his knife down towards her collar. Once again, it’s only through her attuned reflexes that the fanatical girl manages to bring her arm up against her attacker’s wrist, stopping the knife centimeters away from her neck. With all of her strength, she manages to shove the young man away before a sharp high kick is sent right into his face, giving her the time she needs to turn around and run off into the darkness of the hallway. Haruka, in a panicked state, runs over to her beloved and helps him get back to his feet.
Haruka “勝！？大丈夫！？あの女、私が必ず- (Masaru, are you alright!? Trust me, I’ll make sure she-)”
CRACK!!!
The next thing she knows, Haruka is thrown to the floor, her head banging down and a sharp pain spreading from the left side of her jaw where her lover’s fist struck her. A glimmer of moonlight reveals Masaru’s enraged expression as all his masks of compassion and distress are thrown out of the window, leaving way for pure contempt and rage at his girlfriend.
Masaru “馬鹿野郎！なんで邪魔なんかしたんだ！？あのままだったら引き込めたってのに！？俺の言うことが聞けねえのか！？(YOU IDIOT!!! Why did you get in my way!? I was about to bring her over to our side! Weren’t my orders not to interfere clear!? THINK, HARUKA, THINK!)”
Haruka “ご-ごめんなさい！あの女が鉈を勝に向けたから、危ないと思って...(I-I’m sorry! I saw her raise her nata towards you, and-)”
Haruka’s excuses are cut short as Masaru grabs her by her collar and brings her up, causing her to drop her katana in fear and bring her hands around her face, expecting another blow to be coming her way. After a few seconds, however, she doesn’t feel any impact. As she opens her eyes and moves her hands out of the way, Haruka is left stunned, this time emotionally, as she sees Masaru with his arms wrapped around her in a hug, his face beside hers as he pulls her close.
Masaru “お前になにかあったらどうするんだよ！？心配かけさせるんじゃねえ！(What was I supposed to do if anything were to happen to you!? Stop being so reckless!)”
The emotionally wounded Tokyoan girl is left speechless as tears begin to flow down her cheeks. There it is. This is why he’s the only one left in her life. Nobody has ever cared for her the way Masaru does. If she was religious, Haruka would be thanking the gods for bringing such a fantastic partner into her life. After a few heartfelt moments, Masaru lets go and looks in the direction where Rena ran off to, the girl now nowhere to be seen.
Masaru “まだ遠くには行ってないはずだ。俺の野太刀はまだあそこにあるよな？(She shouldn’t have gone too far yet. My nodachi’s still around that corner, right?)”
Haruka “うん、どこにも動かしてないよ。(Of course. I haven’t moved it anywhere.)”
Masaru walks around the corner and grabs his oversized, sheathed blade, hanging it over his hip with the leather strap attached to it, before turning around to walk along the hallway, with Haruka right behind him. Every creak from the floor, every moving shadow causes the pair to put their hands on their respective blade’s hilt. What a horrible place to be in. Not only are the two, by all accounts, regular human beings with, to be fair, quite a rollercoaster of a past to put it kindly, stuck in a battle against a coalition of flesh-addicted maniacs and monstrosities, but their teammates aren’t any better. The quickest way out of here is definitely over the body of their enemies, but with that Rena girl on the run, it’ll be a while until that happens.
Eventually, the couple make it to the other end of the hallway, where the path diverges in two ways: first is another long corridor lined with rooms and windows, which probably keeps going around the mansion, and the other are wooden, seemingly rotten stairs which seem to be leading to the second floor.
Masaru “二手に別れよう。俺は二階に行くから、春香は一階を探してくれ。レナ以外の相手と遭遇しても絶対に戦うな。十五分以内に見つからないようならここに戻って合流だ、いいな？(Let’s split up. I’ll look around the second floor, while you keep searching the first. Don’t engage if you meet anyone except Rena. If you don’t find her in 15 minutes, come back to these stairs and regroup with me. Got it?)”
Haruka “わかった。勝、お願いだから気をつけて。(Alright. Please, Masaru, be careful.)”
Masaru nods before grabbing the stairs’ handrails firmly, in case the rotten wood under him collapses, and making his way up towards the second floor. Watching her beloved boyfriend go out on his own fills Haruka’s heart with worries and anxiousness, but his orders were clear. It’s her job to follow them and make sure that blade-swinging bitch gets what she deserves. With that in mind and her katana in hand, the schoolgirl begins walking down the hallway, wary of any sound or movement that she detects.
Up on the second floor, Masaru is greeted by the sight of yet another, similar looking hallway, lined with doors which he guesses leads to rooms and many windows, each flanked by gray, unmoving curtains. Sighing, as it’s definitely going to be hard to find his target with all of these rooms, young Jerome begins stepping down the endless-looking corridor. Reaching the first door, he twists the doorknob and looks inside. A vast room extends within, filled with Baroque musical instruments of all sorts, ranging from violins to organs, and most notably a mighty looking grand piano, pitch black including the usually white keys. What a bad taste. No sign of Rena, however, so the young man closes the door and keeps walking. The next door. He grabs the doorknob and opens it, only to see that it leads to the other side of the same room. Goddamnit. Frustrated, he slams the door shut and keeps walking.
Crick
What the hell!? Masaru turns around as blood rushes to his head, his right hand on the handle of his nodachi as he prepares to fight whatever made that noise. All he sees, however, is the same, vast hallway, with only a pair of curtains flowing as wind enters from the open window.
Masaru “Gimme a break, goddamnit.”
The bilingual teenager says in English before turning around and once again beginning to walk, his heart still beating fast as he was startled.
Wait a second.
The curtains flowing? Until a few moments ago, all of the curtains were completely unmoving, and the windows were closed. This can’t be. Is it just his memory? No, he clearly remembers it. The ominous, dead silence and stagnancy of the hallway, as if the building itself was dead. That’s the image burnt into his mind. But in that case, why is the window open? Why are the curtains flowing with the wind?
Slowly, Jerome approaches the window, curiosity getting the better of him, and prepares to look out of it. At that moment, however, as he was about to lean out to get a better look, a pair of feet crash into his face as the young Japanese-Canadian is thrown back against the wall behind him, clutching his face in pain as Rena acrobatically swings into the hallways and swing her nata down from the air, the stunned Masaru only barely managing to dive out of the way. Ripping her blade out of the wall that it cleaved into, the fanatical girl goes for a sideways swing, which her male opponent manages to block by drawing his sword just in time. Shoving her away with a push on his sword, Masaru assumes a combat stance, as does Rena.
Rena “やっぱり嘘だったのね、全部。助けが必要ってのも、脱出する方法があるってのも。(So it was all a lie, wasn’t it? That you needed my help, that you found a way to escape.)”
Masaru “まだ話を聞く気があるなら落ち着いてくれ！全部誤解だ！(If you’re still willing, please listen! It’s all a misunderstanding!)”
Rena “ごまかしても無駄よ？あなたの目を見て分かったわ。嘘つきの目をしているもの。(It’s no use anymore. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve got the eyes of a liar.)”
Rena dashes forward with speed uncharacteristic of a girl her age, nonetheless failing to catch her adversary off guard as a diagonal upward swing of the nata collides against a block with the nodachi. Once again, the weight of the machete-like blade works to its advantage as it pushes the greatsword back, though only slightly due to its large size, allowing its crazed wielder to go for another, this time downward swing, which once again collides with the longer blade. Masaru catches his opponent’s blade with his sword’s circular guard and leans in, coming face to face with Rena.
Masaru “本当にもう聞くきはないのか！？(Do you really have no intention on listening to me anymore!?)”
The Hinamizawa cutthroat breaks the lock by jumping away, with both fighters getting back into their initial stances.
Rena “あの子にも嘘ついてるんでしょ？見れば分かるわ。(You’re lying to that girl too, aren’t you? It’s too obvious.)”
Masaru “!?”
Rena “ショックだろうな。春香だっけ？大好きな相手に愛されてないって知ったら…(I’m sure she’ll be shocked. Haruka, was it? If she found out the person she cherishes most doesn’t love her back….)”
Masaru “てめえ、なんのつもりだ。(Don’t you dare...)”
Rena “もう、あなたの言うことも聞かなるなるんだろうね。(I wonder if she’ll still be you faithful servant even after such a revelation?)”
Without any warning, Masaru rushes forward, sheathing his sword before drawing it in a lightning fast maneuver that Rena manages to jump away from. The attack is followed up by a downwards slash with the heavy sword, which clashes against the nata raised in defense. However, the power behind the greatsword blow manages to break through Rena’s block, leaving a ringing pain in her hands as she’s thrown off balance and only manages to avoid the murderous blade by strafing to the right. She quickly puts more distance between her and the bloodthirsty psychopath by leaping backwards, landing a few meters away and once again raising her nata defensively.
Rena “ほ～ら、本性が出た。この戦いに参加してる時点で、普通の人なんていないんだもん。殺してるんでしょ、あなたも。私、調べたんだよ？(See? Your act falls apart. There’s no way a “normal person” would be in this battle anyways. You’ve killed so many, after all. I’ve done my research, after all.)”
Masaru “.....”
The Japanese-Canadian stays silent for a moment, his stance unchanging, until a smile creeps up his face and he lets his blade rest on the ground before exploding in a fit of laughter suiting a man of his insanity. After a while, he opens his eyes again and sets them on his soon to be victim.
Masaru “勝った気か？俺の本性を暴けば俺が怯むとか、そんな考えか？(What? Do you think you’ve accomplished something? So what if you know about my nature? You think that’s gonna give you an edge?)”
Rena “聞かせて。なぜあなたは殺すの？あんな数を。何も感じないの？何が目的なの？(Let me ask. Why do you kill? You have so many bodies behind you. Don’t you feel anything? What’s your goal?)”
Masaru “目的？お前はテレビゲームをやる時、目的なんてあってやるのか？なんでそんな物が必要なんだ？(Goal? Do you have a goal when playing a video game? Why would I need something like that?)”
Hearing him, Rena momentarily flinches. All feelings of similarity she may have felt until now are gone. This man isn’t any different from any of the others in this battle. Like them all, he kills for the sake of killing. What an idiot she was to believe he was anything like a regular person.
Masaru “何も感じないってのは間違ってるがな。強いて言えば、もったいないと思う。俺にとっちゃ知らない人間の命なんてゲームセンターで使う百円玉の価値くらいしかないんだよ。使いすぎるのは確かにもったいないと思うぜ？(It’s not completely true that I don’t feel anything, however. To put it in comparison, I value the life of a complete stranger as much as I value a 100¥ coin I’d use at an arcade. I feel it’s a waste when I spend too much in one go.)”
No more words are needed. Rena charges the boasting maniac and goes for a backhanded swing of her nata, which Masaru deflects with little difficulty, his sadistic grin now carved onto his face. He follows up the successful parry with a thrust of his blade, which damn near impales the equally insane girl’s face, instead cutting away at the side of her cheek as she manages to tilt her head in time. Jerome then directly brings his blade up and back down, an attack which the cleaver’s hook-like blade manages to deflect away. Unfortunately for her, the Canadian slasher had expected this and bashes his target’s face with a blow from his hilt, the blunt end hitting her directly in the nose. With the schoolgirl stunned, Masaru swings his blade sideways in a hewing motion, which is dodged at the last instant and only manages to slash open Rena’s shirt at her stomach level. His bloodlust unending, Masaru keeps hacking away with his overgrown blade, forcing Rena on the defensive.
Masaru “あんたは五百円くらいの価値はあるかもな！(You’ve gotta be worth at least 500¥, though!)”
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sparks fly everywhere as blow after blow, steel blades collide against one another, turning the once dark hallway into what one could easily mistake for a firework festival. Finally, a wide sideways swing from the nodachi forces Rena to once again back away, sensing that a raw contest of swordplay will only result in her eventually getting picked apart bit by bit, quite literally. This doesn’t mean she’s going to give this fight any sort of pause though: as soon as there’s enough distance between the two, she grabs the curtains next to her and tugs with all her strength. The sound of iron rivets snapping resonates as the railing holding the curtains up comes crashing down towards Jerome, who dives out of the way just in time to avoid getting a major concussion. The opening is quickly capitalized on, however, as the psycho girl closes the gap in a fraction of a second and slashes away, a blow aimed at her Canadian enemy’s body only just failing to cut him open as he backs away in a hurry, the hooked tip brutally ripping the side of his stomach. Blood covers the pitch black floor, much to the delight of Rena who wastes no time showing her satisfaction off with a high pitched cackle. And she’s the one judging Masaru for being insane? It doesn’t take any time for her to go back on the offensive against the stunned highschool boy, her crude blade hacking again and again as the pain from the wound forces Masaru to stay on the defensive, lacking the strength to turn the tables. A series of undisciplined, unrestrained swings assail the black-haired boy as he blocks a blow from the right, parries down a slash diagonally downwards from the left, jumps away from a followup diagonally upwards attack from the left and blocks a downwards blow guided by gravity. It doesn’t take long for a quick punch from Rena to find its mark on Masaru’s nose, however, and he’s sent recoiling and instinctively putting his sword back in a defensive stance, only for the Hinamizawa slasher to grab the curtains on the ground and throw them at her enemy, blinding him and preventing him from seeing the downwards swing which follows. The attack clashes against a panickingly raised nodachi and forces Masaru back, his back slamming against the hollow, wooden wall behind him. Not content yet, Rena proceeds to rain hack after hack with her nata against the nodachi which Jerome desperately keeps raised yet is lowered more and more by every strike. After five consecutive blows, Rena’s barbaric cleaver finally finds itself embedded in Masaru’s shoulder, ripping open his skin and flesh. The deranged highschool boy screams in agony at the wound, which gives Rena a brief moment of pleasure. That moment, however, is also one of adrenaline-fuelled rage for the attack’s victim, who finds in him the strength to shove his enemy back with his blade. Rena has only a fraction of a second to ready her nata to meet the incoming nodachi blow, which, in a spark-sending collision, knocks the heavy blade out of her hands, sending it spinning away to get stuck in the wooden floor. Rena quickly backs away and begins a hasty retreat, knowing the odds aren’t on her side in the current situation. Masaru, his brain still pumped full of adrenaline, pulls his hunting knife out of his pocket and throws it at his fleeing victim, nailing her in her right leg. She bites her lips as the pain spreads from the point of impact across the whole limb, but she still powers through it and runs off into the darkness, leaving the exhausted Jerome behind.
Only spending a few seconds to catch his breath, during which the pain from his shoulder redoubles due to his brain now having no priorities to impede it from registering the wound, Masaru rushes after the now gone Rena, not wanting to risk another ambush. Fortunately, he notices on the ground a trail of blood to follow, likely from the thrown knife. Carefully, he follows the trail until it enters a room. Carefully, he opens the door and walks into the chamber, which appears to be a bedroom covered with a soft carpet with a large, king-sized bed lined with expensive-looking silk sheets and a few plush animals as well as a large window, besides which hangs a ripped curtain. The blood trail leads to a closet right besides the bed, with the blood-covered throwing knife left in front of it. Grinning, the Tokyoan killer walks over to the hiding spot as silently as he can and, once in front of it, thrusts his blade into the wooden furniture. He feels his blade impale a body, and unintentionally lets out an excited cackle. Pulling out the blade, the psychopathic teenager opens the closet…. To find in it a brutally gutted oversized teddy bear.
Masaru “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
As he turns towards the entrance to the room, Masaru is greeted by the sight of a Rena with a wide, teeth-baring grin and wide open eyes standing in front of the entrance, the moonlight shining in from behind her and creating a deep shadow over her face and body. In her right hand, she holds the faint flame of a zippo lighter. It’s only then, through his crushed nose and the pain of his shoulder, that Masaru notices the lung-rotting stench of the room, a smell too characteristic to forget. Oh no.
Rena flicks her lighter away, giving Masaru barely a second to ram shoulder first into the window next to him, shattering the thin glass pane and throwing himself out of it before the lighter lands on the gasoline-drenched carpet and causes an exploding inferno of flames to bursts out from the room behind him, blasting into his back and knocking him down into the courtyard bellow.
Through ringing headache and blurry vision, Masaru slowly regains his consciousness, his nodachi nowhere to be seen. It must have been knocked out of his hands by the explosion. Goddamnit, it’s even worse than the hand grenade. To his despair, the first thing to enter his eyes are the blurred, white-clad legs of the approaching Rena, one of them covered in makeshift bandages made from ripped cloth. He weakly turns his head up to see the triumphant grin on her face, accompanied by a heavy-looking iron pipe in her right hand. Without wasting time on words other than an insane laugh, Rena swings the blunt instrument down towards her victim’s head, with Masaru bringing his arms up to defend against the attack the best he can. This only makes Rena more curious, however. How long can he keep his arms up like that?
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Blow after blow rains down on Masaru as all he can do is protect his head with his arms, the brutal blows from the pipe slamming against him and sapping him more and more of his strength. Eventually growing tired of these games, however, Rena decides to end this charade by raising the pipe high above her head and, with a blood-curdling shout, bring it down towards the stunned highschool boy’s head. Only this time, it only crashes onto the ground. With one last adrenaline-fuelled fit of bloodlust and rage which drowns the pain in his head and arms, Masaru pushes himself up, dodging the blow that most likely would have been the end of him. As Rena attempts to bring her pipe back up, the Canadian slasher grabs her wrist with his left hand and delivers a sharp right hook to her face, forcing her to relinquish her hold on the weapon. Forced back but undeterred, Rena arms herself with a hacksaw which Masaru can only assume she pulled out of her ass. It doesn’t matter anymore, though. A downwards swing from the blade is sidestepped, and a sideways slash is dodged before a karate-trained right straight to the face sends Rena backing away, blindly swinging her butchering instrument. This attack, however, is caught by the forearm by Masaru’s left hand, before the fury-grasped teenager brings his hand down on her elbow in a karate chop.
CRRRAAACKKK!!!
KYAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
The sound of breaking bones and the girl’ screams of agony resonate as she grasps her shattered elbow, bent inwards in a way that never should be possible, and is left defenceless as Jerome grabs her long, orange hair and pulls her face down against his rising knee, breaking her nose and sending her crashing against the ground. Not yet convinced of his victory, the sociopathic maniac gets on top of his victim and pulls his fist back before slamming it down onto his rival murderer’s face. Then, he does the same with his left hand. And then again, and again, and again. Both Masaru’s fists and Rena’s face are covered in blood as the latter, in her fainting sight, sees to her left the pipe she was disarmed of. For an instant, the pain in her arm and face vanish as this time, she’s the one getting an adrenaline surge, stretching her hand to grab the metallic instrument before slamming it against her assailant’s head with all her strength. Despite her weakened state, this packs enough of a punch that Jerome is knocked off his target and onto the ground, both of them now on the ground with their heads in shambles and probably with a concussion. Despite this, it’s Rena who manages to get back up first, courtesy of not having been hit by a gasoline explosion moments prior, and she weakly raises the iron pipe with her left hand.
Rena “UWAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
With all the strength left in her arm’s muscles, Rena prepares to swing the weapon down. The next instant, however, she finds herself without the satisfying crunch of a human skull, and instead sapped of all strength in her limb. This is understandable, as she doesn’t have a limb anymore. Before she can register the situation, let alone scream in pain, Rena’s orange-haired head is sent flying by the silver edge of a katana. The headless body of the Hinamizawa cleaver girl collapses on the ground, blood slowly flowing over the earth of the courtyard, as Haruka enters a state of panic and rushes to the side of her beloved Masaru.
Haruka “勝！勝、お願い！死なないで！大丈夫でしょ！？大丈夫って言って！あなたがいなくなったら、私-(Masaru! Masaru, please don’t die! Please wake up! Without you, what am I going to-)”
In the middle of her sentence, Haruka is interrupted by a sudden pull as Masaru, in what’s left of his consciousness, drags her into an embrace. The feeling of relief washes over her heart as she realizes her boyfriend is still alive, causing the black-haired girl to hug her lover with all her affection, her face beside his in a way that she can’t see his wounded visage.
Masaru “春香…ありがとう…本当にありがとう…信じてたぞ…(Haruka… Thank you…. Thank you so much… I knew I could trust you…)”
Haruka “もう大丈夫だよ、勝！もう誰もあなたに手出しはさせない！私が絶対に守ったげるから！(It’s alright, Masaru! I won’t let anyone harm you again! I’m here for you!)”
Meanwhile, all of Masaru’s unconsciousness and feeling of weakness are blown away as a sadistic, face-wide grin ornates his expression. Oh how convenient! He knew it was a good idea to tame this little thing, but how could he know that she’s come in this handy! There’s an advantage to everything after all, isn’t there! Haha! There’s no feeling stronger than wanting to be needed, so this will make her even more dependent on him too! Now his hold on the princess is stronger than ever! What a delight! What a success! What unexpected luck have the gods given him in this unexpected event! All of Masaru’s strength now goes towards holding back his laughter as he feels Haruka fall into his embrace, completely infatuated by him. Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous.
SCP-049 never really cared for foliage, he was much more interested in the workings of sentient beings and how to fix their ailments which included his revolutionary treatment for the Pestilence, but he was stuck walking through a garden until he found some new patients to operate on. The Plague Doctor was particularly excited for this opportunity, he could show his gracious host Hippoman just how useful he truly was to the war effort and get assigned to more operations, his Surgeon's General position was something he was grateful for but it just didn't provide the same benefits. SCP-049 could do so much more with his fellow Virtual Psychos, freeing their host's enemies from their misguided ideologies that were a plague upon the Net and making them fight for a noble cause, his Imperial Stormtrooper and Mordor Orc SCP-049-2 companions at his sides were proof of his previous successes.
"Hmm, I need a new pen, the ink has almost run out. My notes for combating the Pestilence are just as important as my tools and I keep forgetting to secure the means to record new findings." SCP-049 chastised himself before his creations stopped and groaned angrily as they sensed an unfamiliar living presence, the new subject stepping between the flower beds with a Spear, Tactical Shield, and average clothing which made the Psycho trade the pen for his Doctor's Bag.
Dan the Decapitator muttered under his breath, cursing his teammates for putting him on garden watch where the most formidable challenge he had seen so far was a gopher and even that had hardly taken him more then twenty seconds to skin, preserve, and place in his Tribute bag for later consumption. The District contestant was seriously thinking about just leaving the Deadliest Killers behind and working on his own, it wasn't like that was different from what he did back home and he certainly didn't need this motley crew of idiots and assholes not caring about his excellent humor and impressive skills. The Decapitator still kept going however, mostly because he was intrigued with what constituted a 'famous' fictional murderer, he had no doubt he was far superior but it would still be a fun distraction from the tiring alliance he had to put up with and the frankly boring city he found himself in.
"I need my own stand-up comedy show. Just imagine, 'Your jokes crapped the bed so you lose your head!' Damn, I'm good. Oh, by the sound of those footsteps, I might get some action today." Dan put his Spear and Tactical Shield into active positions in his hands as he got ready to see something other than flowers, he didn't expect to see some mook straight out of the Renaissance fair who then pulled a Doctor's Bag out of his own chest with a pair of the walking dead following him around the corner.
"Greetings, you must be Dan. I am a friendly doctor who will cure you of the Pestilence."
"Hope you know how to fix a stab wound because...CATCH!" SCP-049 was disappointed to see such a harsh reaction to his good intentions, his poor SCP-049-2 Imperial Stormtrooper got a thrown Spear to the neck from Dan the Decapitator.
"Well, now this is just embarrassing."
"Seize him, my assistants!"
The reanimated Stormtrooper and Mordor Orc shuffled forwards at SCP-049's shouted orders with their hands reaching for Dan as he messed with something behind his Tactical Shield, he soon tossed a lit Molotov Cocktail at the latter who moaned in pain as the flames engulfed it's carefully preserved form. That did little to halt their advance however and the Plague Doctor's minions kept pursuing the District contestant as he pulled out his Katana and started slashing at them, their arms blocked serious damage from being dealt to their reanimated bodies and the Killer's Shield bash attempt lost him his defense as the Imperial yanked it away. The Decapitator swung his sword into the Mordor 2's collarbone and kicked the Stormtrooper back, he knocked both to the ground and took the opportunity to run away from the Psycho, SCP-049 sighed in dissapointment as he hated having to track down his patients and helped his creations up to find the Killer.
SCP-049 commanded the Imperial 2 to go on it's own as he looked after the reanimated Orc and attempted to patch up the sword wound while looking around the garden for Dan, the Psycho applied some temporary stitching to lessen the danger of the cut getting larger and get to finding his Killer patient as quickly as possible. There wasn't much the Plague Doctor could do about the burns but it wasn't anything the Mordor 2 couldn't endure, he was relieved to see the District contestant pop out from a group of potted plants at first as his creation stumbled after the Killer but he soon was surprised again.
"You are certainly a high-risk patient." SCP-049 spoke in a fairly relaxed tone as a Cocktail flew over the Orc's head and splashed onto him, the flames seeming to only inconvenience him as he pulled some odd chemical out of his Bag and poured it on himself, dousing the fire as the Decapitator stared in disbelief before the Psycho's reanimated minion smashed through the pots.
Dan had honestly been counting on taking out SCP-049 with his last Molotov incendiary before he had to deal with the glorified zombies he kept around but that had clearly failed and his next move was finishing off the Mordor 2 as quickly as possible, the thing caught him off-guard though and started grappling with him. The District contestant struggled to cut into the Orc with his Katana as the Plague Doctor slowly walked over to him with his right hand outstretched, he resorted to slamming into it with all his weight and blade behind it which made the Psycho's creation groan loudly in discomfort as it fell over again. The Mordor 2 split in half as the Decapitator yanked his sword out and he ran past SCP-049's attempt at a grab to retrieve his Spear and Tactical protection in the area with a fountain nearby and vines everywhere there wasn't a flower, he turned to see the Psycho still following remarkably close behind with his crawling undead.
"Better have magic rubber underneath that coat if you want to keep this up, doc!"
"I pride myself purely on scientific means."
Dan didn't actually doubt SCP-049 might have another trick for the brutal shanking he was about to get but the Psycho only paused for a moment to look in his Doctor's accessory to find a Lightning Rod in a poor attempt to match his polearm, the Killer was almost going to let himself take it easy after seeing that pathetic response. The Plague Doctor barely backed away from a Spear stab and attempted to smack the wooden shaft with his Lightning conductor but the District contestant pulled it away before he could connect, the Psycho was put on the defensive by the Killer for a couple more moments of dueling. SCP-049 wasn't able to block his Shield bash however and the Decapitator drove the point into the Psycho's arm as he went for another grab, he twisted it to make sure that arm wouldn't be a threat only to pay for neglecting the other hand as electricity coursed through his body.
SCP-049 was a bit wounded by his patient's resistance but it wasn't anything he hadn't gotten past before, he silently thanked the late Dr. Hamm for the Electric Cattle Prod as Dan was the one falling over next, it really was better than the Rod and his Orc was almost on the Killer. The District contestant took one look at the Mordor 2 reaching for him and stabbed it through the forehead with his Spear, ending it but still wincing as it snapped the shaft in a literal death grip that ruined his last ranged option, forcing him to draw his Katana against the Plague Doctor. The Decapitator still was unsteady from the Prod's previous strike but he fought through it to rush SCP-049, the Killer's sword swings making the Psycho glad he had injected his wounded arm to regain some functionality to keep using the Lightning conductor to block.
Dan took care to avoid leaving an opening for the Electric tool as he tried to get past the Rod to hack into SCP-049's neck but he was too slow to react to the Psycho zapping the metal shaft as his Katana hit it, the Killer being fried once again and left spasming away from his foe who dropped his archaic Lightning conductor. The Plague Doctor got too eager with his grab and wound up getting his bad arm slashed slightly, rendering it unusable again, before his Prod was smashed into the ground as he thrust it in a reactionary strike, the Shield making it break in half as the Killer raised his sword for another strike. SCP-049 put his good hand forward in an apparent attempt to get a deadly touch on the Decapitator that his Tactical protection whacked aside but the Killer choked as something sharp punctured his throat, he pushed the Psycho over before attempting to remove the Scalpel currently lodged in his neck.
Dan cursed in his head, so SCP-049 was actually cunning despite being completely nuts, that was fine, he'd still have his head but as he finally pulled the blade out of his throat and took a beheading swing, something grabbed the Killer from behind and hurled him away from the Psycho which knocked him right into a flower pot. The Plague Doctor's reanimated Stormtrooper was on him again in a moment, the corpse delivering a devastating haymaker to his face which dislocated his jaw and the District contestant swung his sword only for it to grab his arm and snap it after a couple moments of struggling, making him howl in pain. SCP-049's Imperial 2 kept trying to strike the Decapitator again but he beat the undead back for a moment using his Shield, only for the Psycho to lunge back up and stab a Syringe into his shoulder to inject some kind of awful looking chemical that made his whole body feel agonizing pain.
"Do not be afraid, I am the cure."
"Shut the fuck up, you crazy bastard!"
SCP-049 was knocked back over with a swing of Dan's Tactical protection after their last verbal exchange, he was somewhat satisfied to hear something crack from the head blow but the reanimated Stormtrooper grabbed him by the throat as the Killer did it and squeezed with incredible pressure on his wounded neck. The Imperial 2 kept both hands on the District contestant's neck for it's creator's injury, the Plague Doctor checking his face and feeling a slight crack that he would have to treat while recovering from the daze that last hit put him in, the Psycho's chemical slowly weakening the Killer's desperate attempts to fight back. The Decapitator's Shield bashes were barely registering before one knocked the reanimated Stormtrooper's helmet off and the undead groaned in fury with a final right hook that made the world turn black before a snap echoed in his ears and his body twitched one last time before falling lifelessly to the garden floor.
"What a pity, I hoped to have made this easier for you. Still, pain cannot entirely be avoided with every victim of the Pestilence." SCP-049 spoke softly as he got to work on Dan the Decapitator's corpse, pulling out many other syringes of various fluids and another Scalpel to cut it open as the Imperial 2 patiently watched without any other targets, the Psycho would have many patients to cure of their ailment and bolster his User's ranks.
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Special credit to Kazanshin for the Rena vs. Masaru fight.