Master Chief, Doomslayer, Ant Man, Hank Pym, Luis
Specter's Ship
"AH!" Luis cried, pointing at the scarab as it. "GIANT BUG!"
Hank tried to block out Luis' scream as he quickly yanked the wheel to the side, slamming on the brakes. The van made a perfect u-turn, leaving tony little skid marks on the cafeteria floor as the Scarab attacked the ground the van had just been. "Luis. I need you to open the back of the van." Hank ordered, earning an incredulous look from his Latino compatriot. "Now, Luis!" Hank ordered.
"Right, yeah, yeah, on it, boss man." Luis replied, climbing back into the back, gulping as he grabbed the door handle. "So... should I open it at a certain time, or-" He was cut off as Hank had to jerk the wheel once again, the Scarab having landed in front of their van again. Luis went tumbling into the side of the van as Hank grit his teeth. "There should be a weapon back there. Looks like one of those guns from that video game you play."
"Oh, you mean Halo? That game is super fun, man. You should try it. Like, crazy stupid fun." Luis grinned, nodding his head as he looked at Hank through the rear view mirror as Hank rolled his eyes. "Open the back and grab the gun!" He yelled. Luis gave one last nod as he looked about, easily locating the Stinger, grabbing it. "Okay, what now?"
Hank let out a sigh. "I asked you to do two things." He said. "What were those two things?" Luis frowned, his brow creasing. "Uh... grab the Halo gun and uh... oh!" His face lit up with realization as he returned to the door, grabbed the handle, and opened it just as the Scarab landed in front of the van once again. Hank jerked the wheel a third time, avoiding the thing, before looking into the rear view mirror at Luis, who was holding the gun, standing with a confused look on his face, the back doors opened.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Light it up!" Hank yelled at him. Luis jumped, fumbling with the Stinger, before performing an awkward salute, and turning around, raising the weapon. "Hey!" He yelled at the Scarab as it turned to face the van. "You're the perfect height- to kiss my ass!" He yelled, pointing the Stinger at the Scarab, and opening fire. A blast of energy shot out, quickly slugging the Scarab-
and doing nothing.
"Uh... Mr. Pym?" Luis called back. "I think the Halo gun's broken."
"Damnit... Luis, take the wheel." Hank growled. Luis' eyes widened. "What? Like, 'take the wheel while I deal with the problem'? That's like, Jason Statham badass, man." Hank glared through the mirror until Luis remembered Hank's words, and quickly came to the front, taking the wheel as Hank climbed into the back. "Don't get us killed." Hank muttered as he grabbed the Stinger, looking down at the weapon. There were two dials for settings. The first dial had three settings to it. 'Enlarge', 'Minimize', 'Sting'. The second dial had a power setting, showing how much energy would be exerted.
Hank glanced out of the van at the matter-destroying wall, and an idea sparked in his head as he moved the 'Sting' dial to 'Enlarge', changing the power setting to medium, and aiming it at the Scarab- until it leaped into the air, flying to land in front of the van as it had three times before. "God..." Hank let out a frustrated cough, turning around to order Luis to do something, before the Scarab landed in front of the van. "OH MAN! IT'S BACK!" Luis called. "I hadn't noticed." Hank muttered back as he was thrown into the wall, Luis jerking the steering wheel to evade the Scarab for a first time. "YEAH!" He yelled. "I got skills! Right, Mr. Pym?"
"Sure." Hank replied as he aimed outside of the van again as the Scarab came into sight once more. "There'd better not be any more of these." He growled, before firing.
The Scarab was struck by a blue blast as soon as Hank fired, and it immediately grew, shooting up into the air as its size was increased tenfold. With the growth in size came the amount of space it took up, and half of that space was consumed by the energy wall generated by the Caponeks. The Scarab was literally half-way disintegrated as it toppled over, moving its legs feebly. "Woo! We showed him!" Luis cheered as Hank moved into the front, shoving Luis out of the way and taking the wheel again just as he saw Hope swooping in with red discs. "Let's move." Hank said, driving the van back toward the energy wall as Hope threw the red discs, creating a momentary opening.
However, the van was just a bit too far... they wouldn't be able to make it... if not for Hank's fail-safe. He quickly popped open the arm rest, revealing a single, large, red button. "Oh man. This is like Inspector Gadget." Luis said as Hank pressed down the red button, and the van lurched forward as Luis and Hank were shoved back into their seats, the vehicle shooting toward the hole- and passing through with a second to spare as the wall began to close again. "We made it!" Luis breathed. Hank looked down to find Luis' hand tightly gripping Hank's arm, making his hand purple. "Let go of me." Hank muttered grumpily as he yanked his arm away from Luis, and looked ahead.
They had some work to do.
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"Ag!" Scott winced as he recognized the music blaring in his ears. One of the many terrible mixed tapes designed by Luis. "The hell? Is Luis here!?" He wasn't able to get an answer, and if he did, he didn't hear it, as his momentary distraction prevented him from preventing something he probably could have prevented... from preventing? Scott's confusion would have to be put aside as he felt a mechanical arm slam into the side of his head, another hitting against his chest, adding more to his confusion.
Wait... that thing has four legs. Two are being used against me... One against that armored guy... Is it standing on one leg!?
He quickly grabbed the Omnidroid's arms in a sort of bear hug before yanking. His increased size- and strength along with that -allowed him to not only pull on the Omnidroid, but yank it clean off the ground and into the air. He tried to swing it about in an attempt to slam into into the weird shield thing.
Flynn was given another break as the Omnidroid was yanked away by some... giant... thing. He didn't really have the energy to try processing it as he fell to his knees, cradling his fractured arm. What a shitty day...
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John found that his suspicions were shared with the others. This wasn't just some weird paranoia on his part. This 'Hiro' was just too... non-Hiro. What worsened the situation for M-Hiro more were his deflections, attempting to avoid questions and topics by deflecting to something else, trying to take the heat off of him. Chief was too sharp for that, and it seemed the others were too. Whoever this was...
It wasn't Hiro.
Slowly, John slid his combat knife out of its sheath, staring at 'Hiro'.
"Like he said." 117 spoke, gripping his knife, moving one of his legs slowly behind him fro support in either an attack, a counter-attack, or an evasion. "Name. Now." He ordered.
W.D. Gaster
THE VOID
"Oh, you'd be wise to begin caring, then." Gaster replied calmly. "Everyone is alive and well. Yes, even Dr. Alphys. Her death was another illusion of mine. The destruction of her weapon, however, wasn't. Regardless, I merely needed to demonstrate my superiority over you to ensure full cooperation."
He hovered toward Silver, allowing the Hedgehog a full view of the doctor up close. His bony face was etched with scars, and rather than the dark slits of his eyes or mouth seeming to be hollow, they appeared to be filled with some kind of inky liquid that managed to stay inside of his skull. In the void, his clothing was different too. Rather than the cloak he wore in the lab, his body seemed to be made of the same inky substance inside his skull. His appearance was that of a decrepit old skeleton, and he seemed in a far worse condition compared to the version the others had witnessed in the true lab.
This was the TRUE Doctor Gaster.
"You see... I am in need of assistance. Despite my equipment, and other items at my disposal, I cannot fully extract the power of your time stone. I am in need of it, and I'm fairly certain you'll understand the object more than anyone." His voice here was different too. No matter how close he was to Silver, his voice simply sounded distant and murky, as though he were standing far away, his voice glitching out here or there.
It didn't take a genius to realize that the doctor was barely holding himself together in wherever here was. He was beyond death itself.
"Now, before you begin attempting to threaten me, and refuse to help, I must remind you of what I'm capable of. The deaths you've witnessed thus far have been illusions of mine, created for the sole purpose of tampering with your mind. I succeeded, of course. If I wanted to actually kill any of you, I'd have done it a long time ago. Despite all of my power and knowledge, however, I still require your assistance."
The time stone appeared, hovering above Gaster. "Tell me everything you possibly can about this, and I will leave you and your friends alone. Refuse... and I'll kill every single one of you. Not just these versions of you, but every single form, in every dimension and timeline. I am very thorough in my work, and I am not someone you want as your enemy." His voice slowed down and become hushed and deeper as he leaned in further still, the darkness seeming to become impossibly blacker around him.
"Now... talk."
Frisk, Gaster Projection
Underground, Alphys' Lab - True Lab
The fire, the water, the distractions, all were pointless. The black puddle that had formed where Gaster had stood began to spread, much like the darkness that had taken Silver earlier had. The room too, began to shift, walls deforming and twisting, the floor rumbling, the ceiling expanding and contracting as gravity suddenly seemed to disappear, the remaining water in the room floating up, along with the occupants as the black puddle remained attached to the ground, quickly consuming the floor as it began to climb up the walls, and reach the ceiling.
The four hands remained in place as this occurred, hovering silently.
A disembodied laugh filled the true lab, deep... dark... dangerous. In any other situation, it would have seemed to be a hearty laugh, one filled with joy and amusement. Here, however, it brought a cold, numb feeling that washed over everyone.
Frisk gulped as the interaction between Maxwell and Jet was quickly interrupted, everyone hovering into the air, the room contorting and shifting until it was simply a box. A large box being consumed by black. The floor was consumed, and the walls were quickly following. Everything they'd seen so far... had all of it been just Gaster messing around? Was he still toying with them? Everything was unclear, and the longer Frisk thought about it, she found that her thoughts were being invaded. Flashes. Images appearing within her head for just a moment. Not just random flashes, either. Memories.
Dust. She saw a knife. Toriel's surprised eyes... Papyrus' head lying in the snow... Blue dripping from Undyne's melting face... Random pieces of Mettaton littering the floor... Sans clutching a gash in his chest as red leaked out of the sad grin on his face...
Frisk felt tears sting her eyes as the memories she'd tried to put behind her came flooding back to the surface. A feeling of coldness was washing over her, and she started to become unaware of the others in the room as the last bit of color was taken by the black substance, the room falling into complete and total darkness...
Spider-Gwen
Goldenwalk Business District
"Yeah." Gwen replied to X as he hoisted her and Nathan into the air. She wasn't exactly comfortable with this form of travel, but what the hell. She didn't want to upset the robot in the event he tried to overthrow humanity.
That was when her spider-sense went off, buzzing like an annoying alarm at 5 in the morning. Not just any normal alarm, like... one of those sonic alarms that screech your ears off, and have way too many buttons on them that it takes you a whole two minutes to figure out how to shut it off.
"Watch out!" Gwen yelled, immediately swinging herself up, grabbing X to knock him off-course. Whatever was coming, she could sense it was headed straight for them. Her attempt at moving X proved successful, as he and Nathan both went unharmed from the laser shot by Scorpio.
Gwen, however, suffered the attack, as the red blast ran across her back. Luckily, it didn't go through anything, but it tore the back of her suit open while also making a deep crater in her skin as the laser continued on its way, fading in the atmosphere as Gwen's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the heat and the pain having been so sudden and out of nowhere that she'd just fallen into shock.
Her grip on X was gone, and her maneuver to move them had taken her out of his grip. She started to fall backwards as her eyelids shut, the world tuning out...
Vriska Serket
Sequin Land - Risky's Ship
Vriska blinked, turning her head to look at Rottytops. "You... eat brains?" She asked, and paused, before smirking, her two fangs sticking out of her mouth, overlapping her bottom lip. "That's awesome." She then took a moment to look Rottytops up and down, absorbing what she saw. "So... you're a zombie but you're... alive... you eat brains, but... is your own brain dead? I've seen zombies in media, like that one tv show, 'The Trolling Dead', but uh... those guys are pretty mindless..." She narrowed her eyes, staring at the zombie quizzically.
Bro, Sans, Artemis, Snake, Negan, SG-1
Camelot Castle
Artemis stood as well, removing her hand from Delphox's fur, having been petting the Pokemon the entire time. "I can show you around some more. This place has a rather attractive garden in the courtyard, you know. Their eating rooms are just around the corner, too, so we could head there if you're hungry. Wherever you like, dear."
She decided not to address the mention of 'Ash'. Sounded male, but... some names were a bit tricky. Could never really tell. Regardless, Artemis had already made a commitment. New place, new Goddess. The time for turning over leaves had come.
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Negan felt a little nervous as Merlina mentioned something about 'sensing'. However, she didn't even bother to look at Negan. He felt a little disrespected, but then again, he didn't much care. For a moment there, he'd feared she'd be able to sense the 'bad' in him like that dog thing from back on the air ship. The one that had betrayed him... He was still wasn't entirely sure how Lucario had sensed 'bad' in him. Maybe it could detect guilt. Negan didn't exactly lavish the idea of killing. He did it when necessary, and sometimes, he had to bend the rules of 'necessary' a little bit to ensure his own success. He was just a man, after all. Nobody was without any bad in their lives... was that ass of a dog always so negative toward people, or was it just him?
However, the King's praise of Negan's suggestion assured the savior that he was doing fine. He'd made a good first impression, and hopefully managed to cover for Sam good enough to prevent them from getting thrown out on their asses.
He then began to look about as the others spoke. The throne room wasn't... exceptional. Nothing really stood out about it when compared to other forms of media, the fake throne rooms on television he'd seen a million times, but it had a nice vibe to it. A comfy feeling. Despite the cold stone, it looked warm and inviting.
From outside, the castle had appeared huge, but inside now, it seemed even bigger. Negan wasn't exactly sure if he had the resources or man-power to even manage a hostile takeover. The display the King had given earlier made it clear he wasn't at all any sort of pushover, and if he wasn't, then his army surely wasn't... He gave a nod to Sam as the samurai approached. Things were still working out good despite the confrontation. If Negan was great at anything, it was negotiations. His charisma wasn't to be underestimated, and he planned to put it to use.
Maybe he should just try and think about conquering some other time. If he could get on the King's good side, he could bring the others here. It'd be better than camping out in those woods. He'd done that for too long, anyway. He decided he'd first get how the King wanted to be addressed. If Negan wanted to bring his group here, he wanted to make sure they didn't act out-of-line and ruin everything for him.
Still nearby Sonic, Negan leaned to the side slightly, toward the King as Ruby and Yang discussed her 'magic' or whatever, the savior didn't really care.
"Hey, was just wonderin' if there was a certain way I should address you." Negan said. "I'm not familiar with royalty, so... I hope I don't end up making a fool of you, my people, or myself by doing something I shouldn't."
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"We all die at some point." Snake replied, eyeing Sam as he stalked off, before looking at Raiden. "I'm not surprised. Well, I am, actually. I always thought I'd go in a blaze of fire, not peacefully. Hm..." He frowned, looking down as he thought for a moment, then returning his attention to Raiden. "I knew there was something different about you. You and the Raiden I met in my time. Not just in appearance, either. 2018... " He let out a chuckle. "Damn. That's like the distant future to me." He paused. "Raiden. Don't tell me anymore. Keep it to yourself. I don't want to create some kind of time paradox and ruin my timeline when I get back."
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"Lil' Cal will be fine." Bro replied to Kiran. "He's gotten out of tougher spots. You don't need to worry about him, cool as he is." They made their way around a bend, and began climbing a flight of stairs. "Get the feeling we're being watched?" He suddenly asked, glancing over his shoulder down the stairs to see nothing. "It's weird... You feel it too, right?"
Rick Grimes
Training Room - "Ruined Japan"
Rick didn't have the time to react as he felt teeth sink into his back. It felt real... but at the same time, he could tell it wasn't real somehow. He could experience the simulated pain, but apart from that, he didn't feel anything that came with it. It felt more like a shock, really, like getting jabbed with a taser at low power, which he'd felt a few times before during officer training.
Rick growled, instincts kicking in as he quickly threw himself backward, dropping to the ground, slamming the Ogretail into it, forcing it to release him as he scrambled back to his, immediately shoving the fake God Arc into its exposed belly, 'killing' it.
Chara, Logan
Goldenwalk Sewers
Chara looked about at her binds as Flowey's pot was crushed, and he was squeezed against her small frame. Her smile remained plastered to her face as she looked up at from the rock binds to Toph's cocky face. "You're good, Toph." She stated. "However, you're flawed. You'd be so much better if you weren't so cocky."
The rocks around Chara and Flowey began to glow red, and as Alina rushed in, the binds erupted, releasing a shock wave of red energy that blasted the rocks away, as well as any of those close enough, like Alina. "Stay close to me, Asriel." Chara told Flowey, holding his roots to her as a red knife appeared in her hand.
"Right then, Toph. I agree." Chara smiled widely. "Let's find out."
She raised her arm, pointing her blade ahead, and fired a red blast. It slammed into the ceiling above Toph, tearing through the brick and concrete into the earth. Some dirt fell down from overhead as Chara's grin widened, and she fired a volley of blasts at the same spot. Each blast more and more powerful than the last, erupting in explosions of energy, loosening the dirt more and more, widening the hole, until finally, after only a few mere seconds, the tunnel began to collapse, right on Toph and Logan.
Chara then flipped her knife upside down, and slammed it into the ground, cracking it. The earth beneath their feet started to rumble as the tunnel collapsed, and cracks started to run along the floor, glowing a deep, unnatural shade of red as they spider-webbed away from their origin point, shattering the tunnel as though it were glass. "Have fun, Beifong. I'll see you soon." Chara giggled, before disappearing with Flowey at her side.
Gordon Freeman
English Manor
It had felt like mere seconds, yet at the same time, it had felt like an eternity as Gordon was swallowed in darkness, digesting in the bowels of black, before suddenly, he found himself... somewhere else. His vision was blurry at first as he noticed a few things right off the bat. The sound of a low, vibrant hum in the background. The feeling of a soft queen-sized bed beneath him. He could feel he was still in his HEV suit, but he noticed his glasses weren't on his face. That explained the blurry vision.
He groggily, and instinctively, moved his arm to the right of the bed, reaching for the end table he could notice as a blurry brown blob. His glasses were there, which he quickly snatched, placing them back on his face, pushed up the bridge of his nose.
His vision returned, and with it, a revelation of his surroundings. He was in a nicely decorated room, filled with clocks, lying on a quilt, which was spread out over a queen-sized bed. The clocks hung on the walls, sat on random dressers, or simply sat on the floor. More clocks than he felt like counting.
The walls were designed with an old-timey design of apricot and elegant dark brown designs, the wallpaper pictured with clocks of its own in the apricot-colored sections. He looked toward the only window in the room, which was shut tight, a pure white light streaming in. Slowly, the free man swung his legs off the bed and stood up, approaching the window to peer out, but all he could see was a blinding white.
He turned from the window to the door to find it was open- and a strange man, shorter than Gordon, was standing there, facing him.
Gordon took a step back, curling his fists, but the small man raised a single hand in a sign of friendliness, before speaking. "Relax, Mr. Freeman. I am an ally. My name is Doc Scratch. I'm your new employer."
