Fandom Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

[Aegis]

Status: Unconscious
With: Sayo-Nara DerpyCarp Stormcloak

The black seemed warm, welcoming. It felt like Yuri's gentle touch, and the quenching introduction of water into the desert. Drip. Drip. The water finds it's way into the sand breathing into it new life. Allowing evolution once again. Drip. Drip. The crimson red of blood washing over the hands of those who had done no wrong. They fought for themselves. They protected themselves.


The hallway was empty. Then it wasn't. Bodies littered it and a cacophony of gunfire pervaded Leon's ears. It was a similar sight. The hallways of Blackwell Academy that is. By now it was ingrained into his memory like a brand burned upon a bull by its owner. Arcadia Bay forever owned a piece of Leon's soul. He had come out with new experiences both good and bad. That was something even he could see the value in.


The scene transitioned swiftly. Leaving Leon with a sense of motion sickness as he found himself again in the alleys of Raccoon City. Is this what they mean by your life flashing before your eyes? Hardly. He had been closer to death before than this. Rest. The image seemed to fade from his brain. It couldn't find the energy to maintain such taxing imagery. His mind seemed to collapse with him and with the introduction of water to his system his body intrinsically knew that he needed only rest. So rest he did.
​

 

[Maxiliase]

Tony Montana - On his Cell (Isolation)

Tony awaits for him to be released... The seconds... Minutes... Hours... Days... Weeks... Months... Wait... It passed only 15 mins? Fuck.
I need to know how to get out of here. I need to get out...
Tony started pleading to himself as he looked at the door from where he came from
I have to one day get out of here... I'm so fucked... I need to get out... Anything, man...

 

[Ineptitude]

Mey-Rin
Location: SCP Foundation Site 19
Interaction: Chloe Price ( thatguyinthestore )
​

"Unfortunately." Mey-Rin's smile grew dim at the other's words, twisting into more of a grimace than a friendly gesture. "Am I right to assume that you were there as well?" She questioned, having heard the hint of familiarity in Chloe's voice as she spoke.

Tilting her head upward to look at the younger woman, the maid inwardly sighed at her small stature in comparison to a majority of the people here. The same could be said about the manor, but at least then she had Finny, who was an entire foot shorter than she was.

 

[Macarons in Pastel]

Forgotten Portrait

Location: Awkward || Interacting with Kate N' Yagi || Status: Spilled Tea

Well that was a bucket of fun. Although Chloe falling over happened to knock the tea from Garry's hand and what was left of it is now in a puddle on the floor, the sad styrofoam cup it had resided in now rolling pathetically on the ground. God this situation is so awkward, he's panicking now, Kate looks sad, Yagi is- well he's probably the most calm? He has shit together at least. And the aggressive girl ran off? He's glad at least the conflict ended. This notion of escape also sounds interesting, Garry feels that he's stayed long enough, any longer and the Gallery might decide to reclaim him. Better to keep moving. "Well that was... something. Also, if you're planning escape, I'd be happy to help. I've overstayed my time here, and staying in one place for a long time isn't really a good idea for me, for the same reasons I can't be killed. But if you plan an escape, don't tell that Red Hood guy, he doesn't strike me as the most trustworthy. I saw him with the doctors the other day, and he seemed to be pretty in the know with them. He just rubs me the wrong way, metaphorically speaking." He looked pretty uncomfortable, regarding the 'gossip' he was technically spreading. But he really didn't trust the guy, getting a bad feeling like he did with Mary, well, before she literally killed him.

And now Garry allowed himself to mourn the loss of his tea, frowning at the loss of the calming drink, the scent of peppermint drifting up from the cooling liquid. "Well darn, I liked that tea...."

Akibahara Professor Spacecakes ​

 

[Professor Spacecakes]

Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

Location - Site 19, D-Ward | With - Kate and Garry | Condition - Fine


After Chloe stormed off, Toshinori knelt down at Kate’s side.

“Are you alright?” he asked, bracing a hand against her back to try to help her up. He knew she was probably fine physically, but it was also clear to him that the whole incident had upset her. As he did that, he returned his attention up to Garry where the boy stood mourning his spilled tea.

“I don’t have much of a plan just yet, but I’ve got somewhere to start with one. I have some powerful friends on the outside, and I’m sure they’re still looking for me. If I can get a message out to them, then I can guarantee an army of superheroes raiding this facility within a week,” he began to explain, a stern expression fixed on his face. Then, he let out a small sigh, his brows hunching further over his shadowed eyes.

“It’s not going to be easy, though… I need to figure out or location and find some form of communication with the outside world – something I can use to at least contact the Japanese Embassy. I’ve been taking advantage of them letting me wander to find hints for either, but I’ve come up blank so far. I don’t suppose you’ve found anything that could help? They keep you in a different area, don’t they?”

( Macarons in Pastel )​

 

[Macarons in Pastel]

Forgotten Portrait

Location: Hallway || Interacting with Kate N Yagi || Status: Could be better

Garry had the most pathetic smile on his face at that moment, looking for all the world like a condemned man. "Welllll . . . I may know something that could help with that, the location and... sending a message. But only in extreme circumstances, because I can't come back from it." Garry you self-sacrificing ball of manners. He'd give himself over to the Gallery and stop running from it, to help these people he doesn't know. "I mean, it's not like I have anything else to live for anyways." Garry wasn't exactly wrong, he didn't really have anything to go back to, any friends he might have had are dead, and it isn't like he'd ever been on good terms with his family. Even if they had lived this long, he wouldn't want to seek them out anyways. He nervously laughed, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. "I can however help collect supplies. I'm allowed craft items, and my... unique constitution allows me to draw small things into existence. Simple things, but still useful if used in a skillful way." It was pretty useful, and since it can't really be noticed unless put into practice, he doesn't think the SCP Foundation knows about it- it's never come up in conversation before with the scientists, and he hadn't used it at all in the year he's been here, he hadn't used that ability in decades.

Professor Spacecakes Akibahara ​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Mey-Rin
Location: SCP Foundation Site 19
Interaction: Chloe Price ( thatguyinthestore )
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"Unfortunately." Mey-Rin's smile grew dim at the other's words, twisting into more of a grimace than a friendly gesture. "Am I right to assume that you were there as well?" She questioned, having heard the hint of familiarity in Chloe's voice as she spoke.

Tilting her head upward to look at the younger woman, the maid inwardly sighed at her small stature in comparison to a majority of the people here. The same could be said about the manor, but at least then she had Finny, who was an entire foot shorter than she was.

“...Yeah. I was.” Chloe replied, her voice trailing off a bit as she spoke. She was still destraught over the incident, of course. Arcadia Bay was her home, and it was destroyed just like that. All she could do in that moment was think of how badly everything had fucked up.

“So... ya wanna take a walk around the place or somethin’? Maybe get fresh air ‘n shit?” Chloe asked in a half-baked attempt to spend more time with the maid.

Ineptitude​

 

[Spireshade]

The Jester
At: Isolation//Disposition: Glad, Confused
​

"It seems they've stopped feeding me ichor for whatever reason." Said the Jester, sitting upon a throne of gold. He stood, stretched, and reached for his lute, the wooden instrument light in his padded gloves. "Hmph." He didn't bother to strum his true companion, instead lifting the instrument over his head, unslinging the loop behind his head, and tossing it to the ground, the wood shattering against the marble floor. It didn't create the signature twang of an instrument breaking, as he never heard his own lute become a pile of useless wood and cut strings. "Alright. It's been fun." He stepped down the glittering steps, past the golden fonts of flowing wine, and the sparkling orbs of pure glass and diamond to retrieve his smashed instrument. "But this is old."

"But this opulence! It is only befitting of me, your one true king!" Said the voice in his head. "The test is over, I'm pretty sure. You can stop speaking to me, and no, I'm done with the imbibing of that fluid they keep introducing me to." "You dare defy me? Your one true ruler? You will bring me to my rightful throne, and carry me to the Cradle of Kings at-" "Cradle of Kings!" The Jester shouted. A pair of researchers started recording as the finger went on and on about what it was all about. How glorious of a liege it was, how it was underneath even itself to speak to a lowly being as him, and blahblahblah Ruler of All blahblahblah Blaspheming insect! blahblahblah Consider yourself blessed blahblahblah I will be united blahblah. Nothing important came out of the wriggling finger, the cradle of kings still an unknown factor to the SCP foundation. The Jester sighed. It was day 54 since he last saw the outside, and he still hadn't seen his lute, his real lute, anywhere. The hallucination of grandiose faded as he was brought back to reality. A narrow hallway with a stairwell at the end of it.

For all of his 'jesting' that came with the part, The Jester wasn't really acting as his persona that had been so well known of him. One might infer that his spirit was broken. Others may say that he had no need for the persona, when there wasn't any real tricks he could get away with. Maybe, it came with the lute, and not the mask he used to wear on his face, now replaced with a orange ballistics mask for 'good behaviour'. In any case, his personality has shifted from a silly, joking, prancing madman, to a much more quiet and sombre version of the once jovial singer.

He was released from the experiment for the time being, lead right to another. Today was a work day, that's for sure. At least yesterday, he got to experience the absolute bliss that was SCP-420J, but today, it was a few different trials with SCP-1459 since Jester had never tasted cookies before, then a little clipping session with SCP-1285, that entire 'interaction' with SCP-1789, then gods know what comes next. He hoped it wasn't a physical task this time. He wasn't one to enjoy where his body was subjected to potential harm and danger. Unlike those dogs. It took a certain amount of creativity after the first few times he was instructed to follow the machine's orders. A guard lifted him from his perch on the stairwell, and dragged him wordlessly to his next test. "Say, do you ever get bored of this?" The guard's taser crackled once, then was holstered as he escorted Jester. "I get bored."

"You are to feed SCP-3487-1 through any means necessary." He thrust the Jester through the opened door, and slammed it shut behind him, the locks engaging within seconds. He looked back at the door, and tried it once. Shut. He wasn't surprised. If anything, he would've gotten the name of the guard and reported him for doing such a horrible job of locking the door rather than escape. Nothing but wastes for miles. He turned back to the SCP he was to 'feed' somehow. She seemed... familiar. A good number of SCP's are made to be somebody you knew, or couldn't quite place your finger on, and he learned to suppress his feelings not long after he entered the facility.

He waved, raising his open palm, then closing it. "I've come here to 'feed' you. Do you eat skin or something?" "I'm sure they wouldn't discard me this quickly at least" He thought to himself. Eyes flashed up and down at the SCP. D-Class, clearly, strangely coloured hair, and a sort of tune or melody being hummed. He couldn't feel himself changing, physically, or mentally, which was good. Nothing appeared on the periphery of his vision either, so he decided to sit crossed legged on the wall across from her.

KandiPoP

 

[Maxiliase]

Tony Montana - On his Cell (Isolation)

Tony awaited... Time after time.
Coño... Chico... I wished Manny was still here...
Tony instantly felt horrible and had this small crash on his brain for thinking about it. The goofy times, Specially when he was in search of chicks...

(Traitor Vote: Celeste Akibahara )

 

[thatguyinthestore]

As Chloe waited in a response, she thought on who could have killed Doctor House. She wasn’t sure, but that Red Hood guy always made her suspicious, so she voted for him.

(Vote: Jason Todd/Red Hood.)

Akibahara​

 

[Spireshade]

(Voting for Red Hood as well.)

 

[KandiPoP]

The Jester
At: Isolation//Disposition: Glad, Confused
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"It seems they've stopped feeding me ichor for whatever reason." Said the Jester, sitting upon a throne of gold. He stood, stretched, and reached for his lute, the wooden instrument light in his padded gloves. "Hmph." He didn't bother to strum his true companion, instead lifting the instrument over his head, unslinging the loop behind his head, and tossing it to the ground, the wood shattering against the marble floor. It didn't create the signature twang of an instrument breaking, as he never heard his own lute become a pile of useless wood and cut strings. "Alright. It's been fun." He stepped down the glittering steps, past the golden fonts of flowing wine, and the sparkling orbs of pure glass and diamond to retrieve his smashed instrument. "But this is old."

"But this opulence! It is only befitting of me, your one true king!" Said the voice in his head. "The test is over, I'm pretty sure. You can stop speaking to me, and no, I'm done with the imbibing of that fluid they keep introducing me to." "You dare defy me? Your one true ruler? You will bring me to my rightful throne, and carry me to the Cradle of Kings at-" "Cradle of Kings!" The Jester shouted. A pair of researchers started recording as the finger went on and on about what it was all about. How glorious of a liege it was, how it was underneath even itself to speak to a lowly being as him, and blahblahblah Ruler of All blahblahblah Blaspheming insect! blahblahblah Consider yourself blessed blahblahblah I will be united blahblah. Nothing important came out of the wriggling finger, the cradle of kings still an unknown factor to the SCP foundation. The Jester sighed. It was day 54 since he last saw the outside, and he still hadn't seen his lute, his real lute, anywhere. The hallucination of grandiose faded as he was brought back to reality. A narrow hallway with a stairwell at the end of it.

For all of his 'jesting' that came with the part, The Jester wasn't really acting as his persona that had been so well known of him. One might infer that his spirit was broken. Others may say that he had no need for the persona, when there wasn't any real tricks he could get away with. Maybe, it came with the lute, and not the mask he used to wear on his face, now replaced with a orange ballistics mask for 'good behaviour'. In any case, his personality has shifted from a silly, joking, prancing madman, to a much more quiet and sombre version of the once jovial singer.

He was released from the experiment for the time being, lead right to another. Today was a work day, that's for sure. At least yesterday, he got to experience the absolute bliss that was SCP-420J, but today, it was a few different trials with SCP-1459 since Jester had never tasted cookies before, then a little clipping session with SCP-1285, that entire 'interaction' with SCP-1789, then gods know what comes next. He hoped it wasn't a physical task this time. He wasn't one to enjoy where his body was subjected to potential harm and danger. Unlike those dogs. It took a certain amount of creativity after the first few times he was instructed to follow the machine's orders. A guard lifted him from his perch on the stairwell, and dragged him wordlessly to his next test. "Say, do you ever get bored of this?" The guard's taser crackled once, then was holstered as he escorted Jester. "I get bored."

"You are to feed SCP-3487-1 through any means necessary." He thrust the Jester through the opened door, and slammed it shut behind him, the locks engaging within seconds. He looked back at the door, and tried it once. Shut. He wasn't surprised. If anything, he would've gotten the name of the guard and reported him for doing such a horrible job of locking the door rather than escape. Nothing but wastes for miles. He turned back to the SCP he was to 'feed' somehow. She seemed... familiar. A good number of SCP's are made to be somebody you knew, or couldn't quite place your finger on, and he learned to suppress his feelings not long after he entered the facility.

He waved, raising his open palm, then closing it. "I've come here to 'feed' you. Do you eat skin or something?" "I'm sure they wouldn't discard me this quickly at least" He thought to himself. Eyes flashed up and down at the SCP. D-Class, clearly, strangely coloured hair, and a sort of tune or melody being hummed. He couldn't feel himself changing, physically, or mentally, which was good. Nothing appeared on the periphery of his vision either, so he decided to sit crossed legged on the wall across from her.

KandiPoP

Pandora Kokoro

Location: Another Cell| With: Spireshade | Feeling: Surprised

Pandora shot upright on the floor. She looked over the figure in front of her. Wasn't that that weird guy from the back of the theatre before all of this mess went down? She tilted her head to the side looking him over. "They sent you to feed me hm?" She slowly floated upward, a few inched off the ground before planting her feet back on the cold cement. She had long ago opted out of shoes. The ones provided were atrocious. The woman stood before him now, short, curvy, beautiful despite her disheveled and ravenous appearance wearing a straight jacket that held her firmly. At least it seemed that if she were really dangerous she had been hindered a bit. She circled the Jester, inspecting him. "You don't know who I am, do you?" Her eyes narrowed as her eyes looking at his mask. She searched it for a moment and then looked into his eyes as if searching for something.

There was a metallic click as she unfolded her arms, her straight jacket now unlatched as she placed her hands on her hips. The legs of her jumpsuit barely peeked out below the jacket which fit her like a child wearing their dad's sweater. "And that means you have no idea what you are supposed to do." She crossed her arms. "I swear these people are getting on my nerves....." She circled him once more, no longer in predatorial fashion but lost in a thought. "Alright...well...I'm not a monster..I'm not going to kill you or anything..." SHe continued her circle of thought.
(i vote todd)​

 

[Spireshade]

The Jester
At: Isolation//Disposition: Insulted, Confused, Annoyed
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He didn't like the tone on her, not one bit. The sort of knowing-upstart tone that could either mean two things. An endearing jerk, or a completely unforgivable jerk. There is no in-between for those two very different sets of people. "Mmm. Yes, I was sent here to feed you, however you do that." Another question. He wasn't going to answer truthfully. In fact, he wished that he didn't know anybody in the facility, so the chance that she might not know who exactly he was was one he was willing to take. "Not at all dear. Not at all."

Her face scrunched up a little as she scrutinised him. "Nothing to see behind the orange, dear." His reserved impression stayed with him as he simply watched the buckles and belts of the straight jacket unlatch themselves, leaving her arms free to do whatever strange thing they might. But, he kept his cool, only getting comfortable on the stone wall he was leaning on. Finally, she stopped circling him, finishing whatever thought process she had been keeping up with all of her back and forth. Not knowing what to do, of course not! It's not like these guards even cared if you knew what to do! He stifled his emotions, but didn't bother to keep a straight face, the mask already did that for him. She wouldn't see a thing.

"Not a monster?" He looked her up and down. Evidently, she was short, another 's' word, and also had that sort of dishevelled 'been-in-this-place-too-long' look about her that made him question her sanity. He didn't like her vibe. "With the floating, unlocking of things that shouldn't be, and the placement in isolation, the odds aren't quite in your favour here. But, I suppose everyone deserves a chance for at least some amount of friendship in this stupid place." He stood. "Even monsters, and I've haven't had my fill of them today." He began to do an over-exaggerated bow, but stopped himself just as he was putting his foot back. He wasn't in costume! How could a performer introduce themselves if they weren't in costume. Mentally, he sighed, and consigned himself to a handshake. "You may simply call me Jester."

KandiPoP

 

[KandiPoP]

Pandora Kokoro

Location: Another Cell| With: Spireshade | Feeling: Surprised

She turned away. "I know who you are." She sighed. "I was there...in the explosion." She looked around the room for a moment. "Right... So...as far as feeding me....We might want to get a bit better acquainted with each other first, Jester..." She looked at him with a very sly smile. "Have a seat." She crossed her legs and floated slowly to the ground. She looked tired now. The more time she spent without eating the worse off she was. Her colors began to fade slightly. "So tell me. What did you do so bad that they'd feed you to a demon?" She spoke casually about it as if it weren't one of the more terrifying revelations about who she was.

She looked up at him expectantly as she awaited his reply. She had stopped blinking a while ago and her eyes were especially piercing as a result. ​

 

[Aegis]

Status: WOKE
With: Sayo-Nara Stormcloak DerpyCarp

Leon felt his brain's gears slowly begin to churn in an effort to feel out his condition like a young boy walking across a frozen lake; it placed one foot in front of the other feeling for the thin ice and hoping he didn't fall through. After it made sure he was able enough it reintroduced to him the pleasure of dreaming. It was an amalgamation of swirled colors. First red, blue, and then a deep, enticing black as it spun a yarn of colors into a slide-show of seemingly sensational scenes.

Leon dreamed he was back in Miami. Back in the careless days of steady drinking and lots of love-making with Yuri. Back in those nights out with Tony, Jason, and Vaati on those nights where it seemed like their sole purpose was to take over Miami. Sometimes it seemed like they were so well known that they could've. Then it came. Slowly, light penetrated Leon's heavy eyes. The image of gray metal ceilings and unnaturally bright light fixtures slowly crawled over his eyes before they once again fell dark. There he was Miami as that popularity was the thing that probably got them sold out to the Foundation.

He suddenly snapped awake jolting upwards as an alarming pace as if he had been seized by the neck and had been, moments ago, thrown from the grasp of his vicious internal assailant. The dingy smell of iron permeated his nose as he looked around. He saw his friends gathered around and it brought a tear to his eye. "Even being in this hellhole can't keep the crew apart huh," He noticed a distinct lack of Babydoll and Tony as he made the remark and it strained his heart a little "for the most part at least." He slowly seemed to drink in the room with his eyes as he saw Yuri kneeling beside his bed. He was enveloped with excitement and wanted nothing more then to reach out and hug her. Hold her in his arms and let her know how much a month's absence had pained him so, but he settled for a smile that could have said it all for him.​

 

[Maxiliase]

Tony Montana - On his Cell (Isolation)

Tony would walk to his door and back to the wall... Thinking about what happened in Arcadia Bay and trying to associate what was the cause to bring them here.
They... Test people like Rats... Make us prisioners... Tell you wha-... to do... think...

His mind was completly revolted. It's his life all over again, biting his ass. They pushed him down to a nobody with no right.
Either this will be his end, or his new found uprising. No middle term, not on his consideration... He wondered over the others.
How long will we stay here? Are the others fine? How can we lose SCP foundation once and for all?

No matter how much he tried getting ideas on his head, the isolation was killing him. He needed someone to discuss ideas, someone to say "Fuck you"!
He was stuck in a facility... Like in a cage... Like JailTime. Only Underground, most of it at least... They were crawlers... Like... Cockroaches.
And I'm either one of them or I'm dead...

 

[kirimei]

I stand at the top of the glossy glass building. Katana in hand, Pistol in the other. 500 floors up. Looking down on the great lit up roaring city full of party-life. There he is, my target. Bottom floor. smoked tux. Cigar between his lips. He is just about to leave his friends and take off in his car. I position myself over the edge of the building as I pull out my sniper, set it up and double check the bullet count. I press my eye into the scope silently as I am and take my shot!

The bullet flies silently through the air as it makes it way to my targets hand and out the other side. He gives out a great cry. At the same time. I stand, grasping my katana and pistol, holstering the pistol and picknig up a cannister of oil, I jump all the way down. 500 floors down, landing on one knee on the bottom floor unharmed. He knows...From his fearful expression and reaction. He understands who is standing a few steps behind him. Making her way for her kill. Like a Black Panther hunting her prey in the night. He reaches for his gun as he makes various reckless shots in my direction which I slice as i continue my paced walk over to him.

Through his great cowardice he enters his car and locks the door, stumbling for the keys to ignite his engine. As he does so, I begin pouring the cannister allover the car. I then knock on the glass of his window as he looks up at me cowardly. This is for everything you did to me and my friends!
I ignite a small match and throw it ontop of the car as i walk away feeling the heat of the explosion behind me.

I wake up to realise I am still in the same damn white cell, still imobilized by the same damn straitjacket. No escape...Helpless...That was just another fantasy....another dream....of the many ways in which i would kill you Blue! for the things you have done! I promise you...One day...

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Yuri watched a little shocked as Leon quickly jolted up from his slumber. A smile formed across her face as she looked at him. She noticed as he looked at her and smiled. She could tell he probably wanted more, so she quickly got up and swung her arms around him embracing him in a hug.
"I'm so happy you're alright.."
She continued to hug him as she looked around at everyone else as well. Leon was right. She didn't realize it at first, but almost all of the gang is here. She was happy to be around the ones she trusted even in a terrible place like this.

Stormcloak DerpyCarp Aegis
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[Akibahara]

Round Four:
"Containment Breach"

The Foundation base was quiet. Deathly silent, considering the chaos that befell them soon. SITE 19, one of the primary secure facilities inside the United States, was manned by a small company of elite MTF operatives, each of them veterans of the US Armed Forces, all of them dedicated and loyal to the cause. Armed with the best weaponry, trained with the best anti-meta human tactics, they were the best of the best.

And the Chaos Insurgency was among them that night.

The lights flickered off momentarily, your vision adjusting to the darkness, before Site 19 flashed a brilliant red. Alarms screamed in the night, as emergency lights failed to power on.

"ALERT: HEAVY CONTAINMENT BREACH AT SECTOR 12, 9, 3, AND 1. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY."

You could hear monstrous roars bellow in the distance, accompanied by the screams of dead and dying - among those killed were those nameless survivors from Arcadia Bay who never once uttered a word or did very little. The ground shook briefly, as a hundreds of anomalous entities and creatures of the night broke out of containment. In the near distance, you could see an MTF Agent run for dear fucking life, before his neck snapped backward. A loud 'crack!' is audibly heard. The perpetrator? A strange, peanut-like sculpture. It's eyes unmoving, it's face a strange and unfamiliar painting. You blinked once and it vanished from sight. What the fuck was that? You all decided to run for cover, managing to meet up at [D-Class Housing Unit #3].

You all voted for Red Hood... and indeed, he was a traitor.

All traitors have been caught: You can either escape this Hell, kill them, or attempt to do both. The choice is yours, players.

A sensation of impeding doom filled your very essence. You knew, subconsciously, that if you made the wrong choice death was certain.



All three traitors have been discovered... but you're not out of the storm yet. This round, accompanied by a bonus round, and finally an epilogue will be posted in short order. However, I cannot emphasize this enough: In this round, if you make any stupid or rash actions, you will die. This is a survivor-horror based round. Be smart, stick together, don't fuck up.

Cast List:
Professor Spacecakes - Toshinori "All Might" Yagi (My Hero Academia)
Storm-Shadow14 - Kinara Kaal (OC)
GinkyGotBack - Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)
doggodaily - Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
LunarDiscord - Celeste Seshafi Ikari (OC)
darkred - Colonel Mael Radec (Killzone)
Noivian - Max Caulfield (Life is Strange)
thatguyinthestore - Chloe Price (Life is Strange)
Caffeine Freak - Touka Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)
Maxiliase - Tony Montana (Scarface)
Macarons in Pastel - Garry (Ib)
Goldie - Vernita "Copperhead" Green (Kill Bill)
Sayo-Nara - Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)
Aegis - Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Spireshade - The Jester (Darkest Dungeon)
Centurion_ - Nagayuki Tsumita (Juuni Taisen: Zodiac War)
e_ighth - Takeyasu Tsumita (Juuni Taisen: Zodiac War)
LunarDiscord - Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)
RAVEN THE DESTROYER - Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)
KandiPoP - Pandora Kokoro (OC)
Ineptitude - Mey-Rin (Black Butler)
kirimei - Babydoll (Suckerpunch)
DerpyCarp as Vaati (Legend of Zelda)
RageOfInfinity as Barry Allen (DC Universe)

Eliminated:
MLP_Phoenix - Lanaya (OC)
Rhysie - Handsome Jack (Borderlands) - TRAITOR!
Stormcloak - Red Hood (DC) - TRAITOR!
Zerulu - Elise Fuser (OC) - TRAITOR!
DapperDogman - Gregory House (House)
Nenma Takashi - Lilian Ashfallen (OC)
Sleek - The Heavy (Team Fortress 2)
Neptunes_Goddess - Megumin (Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo!)
T The Man With No Name - Joseph Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)
Corrosion - Nathaniel Renko (Singularity)
Username - Max Ludwig (OC)
Jeremiah - Agent 8 (Splatoon)
FactionGuerrilla - Kessler (Placeholder)
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[Aegis]

Status: Spooked
With: Sayo-Nara DerpyCarp Stormcloak

Leon felt Yuri's arms wrap around him and her words dripped like honey upon his wounded being. However, as this happened the annoying fluorescent light fixture from before ceased to illuminate the area. It was instead replaced by the all-encompassing red glow of an alert followed by the desperate announcement that we should all run for our lives. The way the red light shone upon all of our figures gathered in that room was like a looming lighthouse above the rest of us; its less-than-mild features warning us of impending peril. It was exactly like Raccoon City. Leon remembered the similar shimmer of his squad car lights, and the same drowning feeling of despair as he loosed a 9mm shot into the skull of the first of many enemies he had faced.

The moment swept over Leon like a tsunami as he immediately rose to his feet. He staggered somewhat due to blood rushing to his head, and in that moment of weakness he felt a cold presence lean of his shoulder. Whatever it was had the inherent properties of evil. He heard the audible sound of delight as the presence seemingly liked its lips in anticipation of the events that had past and those yet to unfold, and with the mentally perceptible whisper of disturbing truths the voice called out to me and the words rang hundred-fold through Leon's mind. The presence insisted, it screamed out "Jason Todd is the enemy! He is not to be trusted! Deep in his very heart of hearts lies the intent with which he seeks to abolish the happiness that of which you have toiled on this mortal plane in order to call into fruition! Let him know the fury of a man in which true JUSTICE resides."

The words were savory, beyond satisfactory like a steak that had been left on just long enough to meet a award-winning critics five star rating. Leon was just in whatever actions he took here. That's right. Leon had always been a man of justice. He turned toward Jason and without a second thought threw himself upon him. As the pair collapsed to the ground Leon felt the undeniable need to end it all now. He reached for anything, anything. His hand was not entirely left unanswered as it found his way to the cup that Vaati had nourished him with water from moments ago. With a swing of his kitchen-ware Mjolnir he crashed it upon the ground and watched as it shattered into many pieces. Leon quickly swept one into his hand and as he fought away Jason's grip, he stopped. Leon thought about it. Was this really justice?

With that, Leon knew the answer. If he had to question it then it wasn't justice at all, and that was something Leon stressed to himself. He dropped the shard of glass onto the ground and instead opted to simply restrain Jason. "I'm a cop. I know what you've done! I refuse to fall into the same cycle of senseless slaughter you call for!" Leon sighed and within a single movement stood back to his feet, releasing Jason. "That can wait though. I'll make sure you get out of here for a proper trial. That's the least I can do since we are friends. First we need to get out of here." Leon stared him down sternly but a hint of a smile formed at his lips, and the demeanor was devalued by the trace of hope Leon kept for Jason. In his first official duty as a police officer he extended his hand to Jason "R.P.D," Leon stated "I'm taking you in."
(Heading to bed ladies and gents. Night!)
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[Sayo-Nara]

Yuri jumped but as the sirens went off. She watched in horror as a mans neck was snapped in the distance by some monster. By the time she blinked it suddenly vanished. She looked at Leon worried, but he suddenly got up and started to attack Jason.
"W-What are you doing! W-We need to stick together and watch our surroundings carefully if we want to get out of here. That one monster disappeared once I blinked so perhaps it moves when we don't look..."
She shook her head a bit before getting everyone close together. She knew they needed to stick together and check their surroundings carefully. The ceiling, floor, in front, and behind them needed to be checked thoroughly.
"If we stick together and pay close attention we might be able to get out of here alive..."
She put her back against Vaati and signaled for Leon and Jason to put their backs against hers and Vaati's.

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[DerpyCarp]

Location: Among Friends and an Enemy? Form: Human Mood: Aggravated


"ERK!" Vaati makes a noise of surprise as Yuri slams against his back and Leon Calls Jason out as a traitor. Vaati Looks between the two fighting and snaps at them "Get your SHIT TOGETHER OR I'LL FUCKING SEAL YOU! WE HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS THAN YOUR BULLSHIT!" Vaati Glances around and sighs. "Listen. if things do get too hairy, I can at least buy you some time. Human form or no, I've got the highest combat potential of the four of us." He summons a floating eyeball with wings and sends it out ahead. He Exhales heavilly as his skin takes a light purple shade as he let's more power leak through his disguise.

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[thatguyinthestore]

”You... you killed them... you both did...” Chloe muttered under her breath as she looked over to Jason and Jack, gritting her teeth in anger and sadness as she looked upon the man with cold, angry eyes. The kind that showed nothing but pure hatred.

Sure, she already had her suspicions on Jason, plus she knew about Jack already, but now that they were in her crosshairs, she felt nothing but contempt for the two. However, as much as she wanted to make these two fuckers suffer for what they did, there were more important things to worry about right now. Like getting the fuck out of here.

Still giving the two a nasty side glare, Chloe turned to the group at large and sighed. “Alright, so for those of you who aren’t gonna act like complete dumbasses, we need to figure out a way out of here. Anyone know where that hella fucking freaky statue thing went?” Chloe asked.

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[Professor Spacecakes]

Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

Location - Site 19, D-Ward | With - Everyone | Condition - Nervous but hopeful

Toshinori was about to reply to Garry when the lights suddenly cut out, shrouding everything in complete darkness. Then, the hall was bathed in red light, a klaxon sounding through the building as a voice over the PA system warned of a containment breach in multiple sectors. The former hero’s eyes widened. This was bad. He’d heard rumors of the sorts of creatures they housed deeper in the facility, but he hadn’t had the displeasure to meet them face to face. Well, not until now, at least.

“Well, that changes my plan… Up you get, Miss Marsh. We can’t stay here,” he urged calmly, reaching down to help Kate up to her feet with a bit more urgency than before. He then heard someone calling out through the halls, warning of a traitor. Jason Todd… That was the fellow in the red hood that Leon was fighting at the school. Actually, now that he thought on it, that voice sounded like Leon’s. He sounded close. He directed the other two to follow him as he ran down the hall towards the other voices, keeping just slow enough that he wouldn’t outpace them.

Toshinori soon came across a group of other inmates, all of whom he recognized from Arcadia Bay, only to find them already fighting amongst themselves. He let out an exacerbated sigh but decided not to intervene in the already heated shouting match. Others were on it already, it seemed. In the meantime, he looked around their immediate surroundings, trying to find a vent or a gate that had been left open, anything that could lead to an escape. All the while he couldn’t help but curse himself internally. If he still had his old powers, he’d be able to punch clean through the walls and lead everyone to freedom in no time...

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[Rhysie]

Handsome Jack

Things were now seemingly interesting for Jack. Not only had his office power ran out but also the alarms started going off, thus meaning that hell is gonna break loose if he doesn't act quick. "For fuck sakes, not now, NOT NOW" the Hyperion corporate yelled out as an angry expression was now hitting his face given the fact that he has actually faced one of these risks back in Helios. No matter what he tried to do with his engineer knowledge this had no easy fix right as he got in contact with one of the security members and blared out something before he was interrupted by another person within the facility talking about any form of way out of the sucker "Well, Why don't we actually FIND SOME FUCKING EMERGENCY EXITS OR HIDEOUTS" Jack kinda yelled out at the top of his lungs as he thought of an exit. He knew he was already fucked......... again but whatever he also had his priorities



"Sure you all think you are the little heroes of this little adventure but you're not"
Jack said his famous villainous catchphrase as he laughed like the madman he is as he grabbed his mighty Hyperion pistol and signaled for whoever arrived to his office to follow him in the attempt to find somewhere to hide or exit "Someone will need to flash a light if we want to get out of this shithole and quick" he said as he tried aiming a gun steady at what seemed to be darkness in itself, got closer to a few walls to see if there were some doors that could lead to other areas in the look for safety. Jack didn't ask to be placed in this bitch for crissake. Heck even a vent could do as long as he could fit in it. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"

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