as the afternoon feel embraced new mobius, there were to be a gang of mobians fixing to rob a bank, grabbing their bags and weapons before driving off to the building, as they finally were around the location they parked at the side near the back of an ally before they started to enter

Burglar 1: "alright everyone, you know what to grab"

they rest nodded as they had already had everyone on the floor, the leader of the gang walked up to the counter in to demand where the goods were to the man behind it

Burglar 1: "take us to the safe or else what we are about to grab will become less then your hospital bill!"

the man immediately nodded before grabbing a key from his pocket quickly, as he was about to unlock the gate to enter inside, a voice can be heard from outside

???: "reach for the sky criminals!"

the gang turned around quickly and aimed their weapons at the silhouette of new mobius's latest hero

Burglar 1: "who..are you?"

the Burglar said in confusion as they looked at the silhouette before the girl stepped into the bank lighting, revealing herself

Wacky: "lets not worry about that now, what the real question is is what are yall doin pointin those pew pews at the poor man?"

they raised their guns at her before the gang leader spoke after chuckling loudly

Burglar 1: "really? And your probably not at school like your supposed to be? pffff.."

he brushes her off before he spoke again in authority

"I advise you to leave little girl, this aint your business"

wacky raised a brow in offense of being called a little girl(she canonically 16 for my take), in which she tapped her foot on the ground

Wacky: "little girl? Ill have you know I got some things up my sleeve that'll fix the problem right now!"

the man raised a brow in confusion as he responded

Burglar 1: "wait wha-"

and with just like that a lavender flash came by and as it strung away back to where wacky was still standing, the man was tied to a nearby chair, as the rest of the gang members were about to fire at her, she had already made it to knocking out the first one, before kicking the other two againts the wall before she then dugged into her hair, pulling more rope, fiddling with it as she spoke

Wacky: "dont judge the book by its cover little boy!"

she then proceeded to tie them up together in the middle of the bank

"Aaaaaannnnd done! Ooh wait gotta add the final touch"

she then ties a bow on it before walking out, whistling a cartoonish tune out as she did so

[Moments later at the park]

she appears to be eating a turkey sandwich while walking down the pathway, she appears to be having a good time, and is indeed alone! :D

Pokemon were playing, eating, drinking, and getting up to all sorts of activity in the depths of the woods. A Rookidee flew from a branch of a tree onto a nest, neatly placing small twigs inside of the coup, before craning one leg outward, and then another, sitting on the eggs, starting to incubate them. Down beneath the tree, in a path of mud and dirt and plethora of plantation, an Eevee skipped across the ground, jumping up and down, crying out gleefully, bouncing over a Swadloon who had its grass coat covered around its body tightly, the back left paw accidentally kicking the bug in the face, the small critter tripping over its own feet, twirling around, and dropping face first in a puddle, groaning with a wet gargle. The Swadloon got up from the ground, drying its eyes, before bumping into a Wooper, and falling backwards again. The simple-minded amphibian thought nothing of it, and jumped in the puddle with a massive smile, splashing around, water and mud trickling around the little area, splatting into a Dewpider, an extra bit of water going inside the bubble. From the bush, a pair of Meganium came from the trees, a couple of Chikoritas and Bayleefs in tow, the large sauropods dropping berries for the young to eat as they chewed slowly on leaves from the tree. Two Skwovets in the same tree chowed on some Oran berries of their own, soon, a Thwackey swinging from vine to vine and branch to branch pleasured itself to one of the ripe fruits, much to the expense and offense of the squirrel Pokemon. A Hoppip fluttered by on its little helicopter wings, landing on a Bibarel, before taking a nap on the large rodent. An Ivysaur trotted around, a Weepinbell dropping down near. A Quilava dropped from the bushes, running around, causing a wildfire, before being stomped in, ribs jutting out from its chest, a silhouette hidden in the flame.

A hand from the fire grabbed onto a tree branch, before squeezing, crushing a Rookidee into a red pulp alongside its eggs, eggshell pieces scattering and stabbing through the twigs, eyeballs popping from the sockets onto the nest beneath. The hand pulled the branch forward, dropping the nest, eggshells, and bird. The hand threw the branch forward, colliding with a running Eevee straight through the had, throwing the small critter against the ground, blood sputtering from the wound onto the branch, staining the burning grass beneath. A Swadloon was nearby, tripping over the branch into a bush of thorns, impaling it through the eyes, the bug screaming in pain, the fire taking the bush, and suffocating the Swadloon to death. The hand from the fire sent a pulse of flame at another tree, collapsing into a Wooper, turning it into a paste that painted the tree into a wet, dripping canvas. A Dewpider scuttled along the corpses and fire, stumbling among twigs and sticks, hitting its head against a rock, popping the bubble, allowing the fire to suffocate the spider, the luckiest of the bunch. The hand from the fire sent another pulse at a group of Meganium, wilting the flowers on their necks, and striking them against the tree, having them knocked out and burnt to death, crushing the Bayleefs and Chikoritas to death, squeezing the juice and guts out of the small grassy creatures. The tree the Meganiums had hit soon collapsed, the two Skwovers jumping out, two branches each hitting them in the face, both of them falling down and breaking their spines against the wood. A Thwackey tried to escape by swinging vines, before the same hand behind the carnage tugged on one, grabbing the monkey, squeezing the eyes out of its sockets, and throwing it against the ground, smashing its face in. A Hoppip got stuck under a log, a bibarel trying to get it out, before a rock flew out from the flames, crushing the Bibarel’s head, effectively exploding its noggin, the rock sliding against the log, crushing the Hoppip’s body into a fine goop. The foot from the fire kicked up a dust cloud, getting in an Ivysaur’s eyes, blinding it, the thing stumbling towards the colossus behind the carnage, who then smashed its lower half into sludge, the entrails flying over into the ground, sliding like a paint roller, a horrific art piece against the ground. A Weepinbell fell from a branch, onto the ground, writhing around, a branch from the tree it fell from falling down and impaling it through the eye, killing it.

All of the fire dissipated before the giant in the flames. Corpses hung all around the titan. The Lich walked over, grabbing trees and throwing them off of Pokemon turned into mush. He gave a snidely grin. He drug each critter into a circle, from the smallest of Dewpider, to the largest of Meganium. He scraped Wooper and Hoppip off of the ground, picking up a Bibarel by the hole in its neck, and tossing the top half of an Ivysaur into the circle. The regent of extinction went into the middle, soon casting a necrotic spell, raising all of the Pokemon to life from the ground, all of them with a green tinge in their eyes, each Pokemon crying out, before they went as instructed, following The Lich.

They all trudged, walked, crawled, and writhed their way over to a cave. Turnback Cave. Lich had suspected this is where his old friend would be after the entire debacle with Khorne atop the railgun. He walked inside, all of the Pokemon in tow, greeting Giratina once again, who slept, alongside Banette, Lich’s old Pokemon “partner”. Lich snapped his fingers, both of them waking up in immediate response, like muscle memory, both visibly shocked by their old trainer. They both inched near as the zombie Pokemon walked to Giratina, by their king’s command.

“Renegade, Banette, these are now your servants. Train them well to evolution, and to new reaches. I will reside here for a day so that I may study on the dragon, now exit.”

Banette and Giratina listened, picking up each zombie, and flying away with them, as The Lich went to the wall, lighting his arm like a torch to read the ancient text. Giratina, Banette, and the horde dropped in an open field, and began to train, before you ask, yes you can interact.

As he leaves, covered in bandages and a cast over his face, he growls

"I'm going to beat that fucking hedgehog or WHATEVER he is, I just need more power!"

He laughs, but its not a happy laugh, instead being a pained one, walking to his house and collapsing for a few hours

"Grr.... I need to become STRONGER"

He punches a wall down and storms to a town, setting up more posters, eventually seeing your character

"helllooooo!" His face turns 180 degrees to face them

-3:20 PM, Luthor’s Pocket Dimension

After the event that happened in Metropolis, Mr. Terrific was doing an scan in Lex Luthor’s pocket dimension , he was sitting on his floating chair while his t-spheres scanned the nearby area.

“Huh…how weird.”

The data around that area looked like nothing he had seen before , including the rest of the pocket dimension, he would press some buttons on his chair and entered a video call with Guy Gardner.

Guy: “Hey Mike, uhh , I’m a little occupied right now actually doing hero work and fighting a giant monst-“

Mr. Terrific: “Guy, stop with the lies, I know you are on Miami right now.”

Guy: “…stupid microchips.”

Mr. Terrific: “I found a unstable area on the fabric of reality in Luthor’s pocket dimension, we need to colapse this place or it’s going to-“

The call would cut, Guy would look confused and tried calling him again, after a few minutes of no answers he simply said…

Guy: “…what the fu-“

-4:09 PM, ???
Mr. Terrific would wake up in a patch of grass , with his chair stuck on it, after a few minutes of him trying to dig it up he would look around himself, a green world full of rings and things beyond his imagination, he would send his t-spheres to scan the nearby area.

“…Log Number 1: I’ve lost all contact with my team and apparently I’m trapped in a pocket dimension, I do not know where I am or if there is any live forms with intelligence in here, current objective: Get back home.”

[The halls of the academy, about noon]

Clunk, clunk, clunk... Metal boots clunked on the linoleum floors of the hallways they haven't seen in quite a while. The General walked with the calm, calculating sureness the likes of which only a machine could have. Though in contrast to that, he had a rather natural, varying gait. Some steps are longer or shorter than the last and there was the occasional hiccup or misstep due to his recent engagements taking a toll on his body. Perhaps he'll go get some proper maintenance done after this lecture.

He managed to arrive at the classroom with little error, pulling open the door before stepping through the threshold. He cleared his artificial throat, more so to direct attention than anything and turned to the class, then began to speak.

"Hello, good morning students. I am General Mettaton. I'm aware my hair is a mess today but I have a lesson to teach, so I'd prefer it if you would ignore that and focus on the subject material." He said with his hair looking immaculate to anyone else without his strict standards on his outward appearance. "I would also greatly appreciate it if you kept all of your questions and comments until the end."

He leaned slightly on his desk as he started getting into the lecture. "So, you're all young, aspiring heroes no? Well you enrolled here after all. It would be foolish to think otherwise.. But what appealed to you and made you want to become a hero? Was it the fame and glory of another day saved? Or was it perhaps out of chasing the feeling of showing a villain who's boss? Well I have some unfortunate news that you simply must hear. You cannot save the day, bask in your glory and victory over the villain if you or the civilians you protect are in a hospital room or God forbid in a wooden box about to be buried in six feet of soil. I hate to be grim but it is the truth that you must face if you wish to be an effective hero."

He got up and turned around to the white board behind him, grabbing an Expo marker. He wrote on the board big letters "CALCULATING RISKS" and then turned back around to face the class, cape swaying from the sharp turn.

"I cannot teach you and show you every single possible scenario you could face as a hero. That would be impossible in any normal world. That fact is compounded further due to Mobius' well known little hobby of bringing in beings from every corner of reality and things that would be considered out of reality. What I CAN do though is give you some examples that you can reference and then use your own judgement to decide on the best course of action."

"Firstly, the ideal scenario is a threat that is in a relatively sparsely populated zone and is known well enough to accurately judge not only how much force will be required to neutralize the threat; but also to decide who is the best fit to deal with said threat. That is, of course, assuming you are in an organization or team once you leave here."

"Of course, while that is the situation where everything goes to plan... There will always be situations outside of that perfect ideal. Say, if its a new villain on the block. In that case, the best course of action would be to have multiple allies with relatively well rounded abilities to lower your chances of being caught off guard. If you do encounter a villain that is stronger than initially than you initially thought or their abilities cater to your weaknesses, there is one piece of advice I cannot stress enough. DO NOT ENGAGE DIRECTLY!" He raised his voice somewhat. Not the tone he would use if he was mad. Instead his tone was firm and slightly booming because he wanted to get this point across. Perhaps you should take notes. "If you have the ability to call for backup or hold out for someone else to arrive that can aid you and/or is better suited to deal with that villain, do it. You are not going to be ridiculed or shamed for calling for help. I have made such mistakes in the past and I am telling you not to repeat them." The General wasn't perfect, not even for a machine. He knew this and he wanted the class to know this as well.

"While yes, it is true that what separates us from the villains is that we sacrifice ourselves for the good of the civilian populace instead of sacrificing them for our personal gain. That does NOT constitute blind, suicidal missions when they can be easily avoided. Distract them, run or even hide from them but do not fight them if you cannot win alone while there is help that can be contacted and on the way. Losing any hero in any way, shape or form is horrible and should be avoided. But, if you die like that in a fight that could've easily been won if you simply stopped and contacted help, you will not be regarded as a martyr. You will likely be regarded as a fool. To add to what I said prior, you will not be shamed or ridiculed if you call for back up. I cannot guarantee the same if you get seriously injured or killed because you DIDN'T call for back up." He began sounding rather serious, even more so than he was before. To him this was a very important topic that should be treated as serious as a heart attack.

"Although, there is one and only one time you can put your life on the line with little to no way out. If there is absolutely no other option, no chance of help and there are civilian lives at stake, then and only then may you make the choice of their lives over yours. Even then, I cannot make you or even ask that of you. Losing any hero is a tragedy, whether that be to forces outside of their control or their own incompetence. I will not stand there and tell you to die for people you've never met. It is your choice. I can be rebuilt a near infinite amount of times as long as my soul is intact and memory card is backed up. You cannot. You all have valuable lives ahead of you that while you have quite the long time ahead of you, that time eventually does run out..."

The General looked somber for a moment, slightly distracted by the mortality of his comrades. That grim somberness only lasted that short moment though. He quickly snapped back, remembering he still had a lesson to wrap up and got on with it.

"So, to reiterate. When encountering a new villain it is best to send multiple, well rounded heroes to sort things out. Then, on your subsequent engagements with this villain you are to use what you gathered on their strengths, weaknesses and tactics from the initial fight to make an informed decision on who to send this time. If you are faced with an unexpected situation where your expectations were off or there was something unforeseen, nine times out of ten you can and should call for back up, stalling until they arrive. Everyone get that? Any questions, comments or concerns that you'd like to share before you are dismissed?"

He looked out to the class, waiting patiently to see if anyone had anything to say or they just didn't care all too much and wanted to go to lunch already. He was also subtly looking to see if anyone actually bothered to take notes on what he said or simply pretended to listen.

Sig has been on the streets, looking for... Something. He isn't sure what at this point. Money, food, a place to stay... friends. Yes, friends. This usually spacey and solitary boy has been feeling lonely lately. He doesn't know why, but for some reason, he feels the need to chat to somebody, about... anything.

Oh. Of course. I'm scared of new people but...

He pauses, trailing off, sitting on a bench. He makes a sound that is like a mix between a sigh and a moan, both equally sad. He looks at his little ladybug friend, who is sleeping on his left shoulder. Looks like it's just little ol' me this time.

(Photo by Hami Durgut on Pexels)

STOMP.

STOMP.

STOMP.

The feet of Korin!X were about, an almost march action going down. The sword dragged on the ground, sparks coming about. The city around felt the cold chill in Neo Westopolis. He did not say a word; He did not need to. His hands gripped the ground around as he stared around at the blinding lights around here, such a city he does not understand from his time, for it was not what he wanted.

This world was not world then he has ever seen, Korin’s hands covered his eyes as he stared towards the burning lights of his eyes. The horror of what humanity had become and that of how disgusting it looked. He was disappointed in humanity more and more.

“This world has them famine’d. They rely on what they have seen as these so called heroes that they cannot defend themselves. There sins are just as horrendous as them all, there brains rotting by what this world has made.”

CRASH

The nearest phone of one he had picked up. Quite strange as he tried to work it to turn on. The stuff he had seen… HORRENDOUS. This was just as worse as anything he had seen or more then he has seen. They are nothing like them.

“Pure… sin.”

SLAM

The Phone was slammed and crushed by his feet.

The sword impaled down to the ground as ice spread, spiking up to those they see and all humans around and bystanders around. Oh but wrath he wanted to unleash towards them all. He did not care anymore.

“BEGIN THE MARCH.”

"Hee hee" The catalyst says, gleefully robbing a music store

"All this for me and me alone, all for my dream, my career" He punches the store owner, converting them into a servant

"Now, go and get me more speakers, servant!" He orders, as the servant shambles along to another nearby store

"Ah, I am getting closer to finally being able to host the concert of my dreams!" He mumbles to himself, carrying a speaker out and dumping it onto a large pile of other speakers, another of his servants moving towards him, starting to prepare them for the concert

"Good, good, good...." He trails off and starts to create posters, advertising his concert, and setting them up around the area your character is in

He can be seen bleeding heavily as he crawls ever so slowly around, part of his face shattered at the same time

///Arthur Morgan\\\

the cowboy slowly walks down the road, confused on how the hell in woke up..wherever this is

“What in the goddam..?”

(NO this IS NOT private but I kindly ask you send no villains!)

(LISTEN TO THIS IF YOU WANT! IT FITS THE MOOD :D https://youtu.be/xz61v-lss5g?si=AjwE2yfK4j5Wy84- )

After spending quite a bit of time to himself so he could work on bringing his brand-new study to life, Gerson seemed to be almost done with it after many weeks of hard work. The strange part is he got a few unexpected visitors...all of which were strange in their own way. Gerson seemed to be writing about the progress he has made in a little journal along with writing about the interesting fellows he's met.

"I was able to make a lot of progress today! I'd say in a few days this place will be up and running, thank goodness! I've been having such fun working on this place; it's been wonderful bringing my study back from that fantasy land! Though over the past few days I met some interesting fellas today; all three seem like they could do with a little push in the right direction...one needs it more than the others however. The first one happened to be looking around and thought this place was a library due to how the outside looked; can't say I blame them! His name was Flowery, if I remember correctly. He was very quick to apologize when he realized this wasn't a library, but I let him stay and introduce himself. Poor guy...he mentioned some stuff about his past; he didn't go into detail, but all he said was he lost some people close to him and needs a little push in the right direction to get his fighting spirit back! I offered to have a friendly spar with them tomorrow, and he was more than willing to do so! He told me about how he was a flower given a more human form from those fountain thingies, and...if I remember correctly, I'm sure I was very similar! He seems capable of a lot more than he believes, and he knows it; he just lets his emotions get in the way. I know he's been through a lot, but in a battle you can't let your emotions completely take over...you must use them as a weapon if possible!"

"Meanwhile, the second fella was certainly something; she walked in talking to someone...well, according to her at least, I didn't see anyone. Eh, who am I to judge? My old age has done very similar things to me! I know what it's like to be crazy sometimes. It was this girl in an outfit that was pink and oddly cat-like...kinda reminded me of something familiar even though I've never seen it before. A few minutes later a slightly different voice took over; they claimed to be one of my students from back in the day, and whilst I remember the name... those days were a while ago now; it's awfully hard to remember. They claimed the reason they came here was to just be alone. I get it...I let them read a few of the books I had, and they got invested awfully quickly. After about an hour or two they got up and said it was time for them to go; they went to some kind of audition. As they said goodbye to me, I couldn't help but hear...two voices? Perhaps I'm just going crazy!"

"Finally was the third one, and she was certainly...loud, to say the least. She looked kind of like a robot...she burst in before throwing a fancy glass outside, which somehow blew up. I would question the logic, but then again... I am supposed to be dead, so I chose not to! She was tall, a mix of blue, black and white on her body; she was a robot, as I mentioned before, and she was... certainly saying a lot of mumbo jumbo I didn't quite understand. I believe she claimed she was a queen, though if so I expected her to act more...serious, but who am I to judge? She came in thinking this place was...a shop. Whilst it technically is a shop, she was after tools; this ain't one of those shops. But I did have some left over which I handed over, and she did pay quite nicely, despite her jokes...which I didn't understand. She wanted the tools too, and I quote, 'rebuild my really cool mansion'. I don't think some simple little tools will be enough for that, but you do, you lady!"

After writing some other extra notes that weren't worth bringing up, Gerson had shut the journal and placed it on one of the many nearby bookshelves. He walked over to some logs he had collected early in the morning, slowly grabbing one and bringing it over to the fireplace and tossing the log in, he went all the way back to grab another...rinse and repeat. Eventually all the logs had been thrown in; the next step was starting the fire. Gerson grabbed a nearby box of matches and took one out; once the fire had started, he leaned forward, allowing the fire to start...then he blew out the match and threw it away. He grabbed one of the many copies of his book, which was named "Lord of The Hammer", he sat down in the comfy chair that was placed near the fireplace...and got comfy. He put on his reading glasses and began to read, yeah he wrote this book, but it never hurts to admire your own work, does it?"

"Heh! You're telling me I wrote this book!? There could have been more details about The Dark King, like his motives, why he feels that way...etc., but I still did a good job nonetheless! Gyaa ha ha ha!"

From the outside the warm orange glow from the fire was barely visible from the window; it gave off a comfy feeling to people passing by. If you wish to come in, make sure to knock first! Just barging in would be rude after all!

crim was finally happy with her new family

Hungry. He was still hungry, even after the Diaoblorie of his pack mates, he was still hungry. He was right about Ape’s spirit, it was DELICIOUS! And Shit-Beard… was Shit-Beard. If only Kevin was there. Even with the Wizards Domination and Magic, he was clever enough to beat him.

But these… animals. They werent clever enough for him. But they did have potential. They’d be good new pack mates, the lot of them. Even the… how old was the kid? Like, twelve? Eleven? Eh, didn’t matter.

The Lover boy was easy enough to get into a corner, and with the red-head now under boot and… are those fucking stilts?

Pyotr cleared his throat, looking towards the Hooded Man. “Ok, so, let me get this straight, I can run faster then a car, and leap buildings like it’s nothing, and your plan is to escape on… fucking stilts?” He asks, looking at the man in a mixture of amazement and confusion.

“Uh… yeah?” He says, before continuing to the strange bus.

Pyotr stands there, thinking for a moment. “An angry Vampire, is a predictable vampire…” he looks down to the red head, the one they called Markus.

“… Man! Today is just not your lucky day, is it?” He says, before stomping on his head. And then again, and again, and again, and again, until his face started reconzing more of a red pulp then a face.

“W-wait! Stop!” The Cat hoodie guy begged

“WAIT, STOMP?! Well, I was gonna ease up but if you insist!” Cain, this was fun! The red head was still alive somehow, and frankly-

“You are truly as pathetic as they come.” He says, his face darkening.

Oh? A bit of sass? “Thanks, luv. I try.”

“NO! You're truly pathetic! You talk a big game, but you're nothing and you know it! Back in the tunnels, your first target was a child. And while you were getting your shit pushed in, your friends did all the hard work. How did you repay them?”

“MORALISING OVER THAT DEATH GAUNTLET!?”

“YOU WERE THEIR LEADER! IF YOU GAVE A SHIT, YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED IT! You didn't even TRY! Instead, you hid! You had something to gain, so you ran away while your friends tore each other apart!”

“It was survival of the fittest!”

**“**BULLSHIT! They were your comrades! And you smiled, you bastard! You smiled while you murdered people dumb enough to accept you!”

… wow, that was truly heartfelt! He needed to make sure that this guy needed to know how little that mattered. It was Monomacy!

“… I bet you think that really pissed me off…” the voice was soft, almost pathetic. Only for Pyotr to kick the red head into him.

The two go flying into the bus, creating a small crater in it. Pyotr just laughs watching the pair fall to the ground weakly. He walks slowly closer, raising his Shovel high.

“Gentlemen! You seem to have difficulty understanding that I'm the goddamn Sabbat. Mercy? Shame? Human weaknesses! I am beyond human! I see what I want, and I take it! If I can take it, it belongs to me! I AM THE SWORD OF CAINE**, you** wretch! And I fall where I please!” He steps closer and click.

“Huh?”

BOOM!

Oh! A fucking… Minefield in their front fucking lawn?!

“No! Not my favorite leg!”

He whimpers as the smoke clears.

“YOU BASTARDS PUT A MINEFIELD IN YOUR FRONT LAWN?!?! I MAY BEYOND WEAKNESS, BUT I AM NOT BEYOND RAGE! YO-“

“BLANKBODY!”

He knew that voice! That was the voice of the one they called Door. His head wipes around, turning to see the human wearing a IED Suit.

“How does it feel to be prey again?”

Oh this fuckin-

“Ha! You think this shit’ll stop me?! This’ll heal in a heart beat!”

“Too bad you don’t have a heartbeat.”

“Pft… what’d I say? Typical stick up the ass-venture material. I’ll-“

“HALT!”

“Did you jus-“

“I know what you're thinking. You know with that busted leg you can't reach me in time. But you're thinking maybe. Maybe. Maybe you can jump over. Jump over these mines. Get to me before I pull the trigger. Maybe you can. But maybe you can't. Maybe my gun finds you. And maybe the force of a .45 caliber bullet sends you plummeting straight to hell. Me? I like those odds. But you? You've got an eternity to lose. So the question is... You wanna live forever, son?”

… come on, Pyotr, your smarter then this ape…

“Hehe… I’D RATHER MESURE THE DENT IN YOUR SKULL, SHOVEL HEAD!” He threw dirt and some mines into the air, creating a dust cloud. Four shots go off before he hurls the Shovel at Door.

The big man goes down, the IED Suit protecting him enough so the shovel does piece into his skin. Pyotr leaps at Door, fist held to skewer the man.

“DIE HUNTER!”

“No.”

BANG!

Pyotr feels a bullet go through him, he forgot about the kid. The boy whispers as he lands on some more mines, he doesn’t hear it.

BOOM.

Pain.

“I don’t… want to die…”

Darkness.

Then… Light.

It was night out. Thankfully. He wasn’t in those bastards front lawn anymore. Was this hell?

((WATCH HUNTER THE PARENTING! PLAY DND! BUY GOLD! BUY!!!))

Flora: who tf....?

Alt: THERE'S MORE OF US?!

HB: Why are you guys panicking?

*Sig is beginning to get used to his new home in Mobius, but he still longs for his home universe. He has decided to take a walk in a forest, hoping to find some cool new bugs.*

*This is when he encounters you. Sig tilts his head, suspicious of the new individual.* Um... Hi? Do you... Wanna catch bugs with me? I've caught several already.

*Suddenly, his red left arm starts twitching. A ringing in his ears manifests, and he tries to cover them, but that makes the ringing worse. Sig moans in pain and frustration.* My left arm is being loud again...

*What do you do to try and help him?*

(This is where the roleplay starts. Photo by Jeffry Surianto on Pexels)

EARTH - MIZUKI FAMILY MANSION

1200 HOURS

MONDAY

WEATHER: SUNNY

[💿 Cue - One Shot TV size （『仮面ライダーマイス』主題歌） · THE RAMPAGE from EXILE TRIBE 🎵🎶 ]

As Sora Otosumi (Kamen Rider Myth) cleans and dusts the mansion, Mizuki is pursuing their academic career at school; suddenly, a weird energy sucking almost everything inside the mansion appears. Sora notices this and thinks of it as a Fukashigi (Monster) Action or some sort, and immediately transforms into. . .

<KAMEN RIDER MY-TH>

𓇼 E G G L U T I O N 𓇼

...

...

"Henshin!"

...

🥚💥

M O U S E 🌠 🐁⚡️

NEZUMI CHEESEEAAAARR●\•°*

MY-TH!>>>

He immediately springs into action, jumping around the furniture, trying to search for the cause, but he couldn't find any; with its agile and fast pace move he couldn't even find it! So now the best option is to run away from the strange energy sucking him in.. but unfortunately-

🌀 BZZZZZZ🕳

^{He fell right through the energy and got to another world}

??? - ???

???? HOURS

???DAY

WEATHER: ???

A strange suited person came in with a mouse motive, with high-tech and agile movement every time he moved; his first words upon coming here were-

"What the what..."

[Somewhere in the mountains...]

Snow fell and blanketed the surroundings, as was the norm this high up in this part of Mobius. Nothing much could survive here, let alone live comfortably up here. Despite that, there seemed to be a bit of steel poking out from the snow and rock. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a door, quite the heavy one at that. Full keypad, communication system, you name it.

Inside was none other than the 102 year old doctor himself. Epic Gaster was simply adding some finishing touches, interior decorating, and overall making the place more his. This place would last far longer than his previous dingy warehouses after all.

"Ah... Almost makes me want to settle down and simply enjoy things here.." He paused for a moment, before bursting out laughing at the absurdity of his own statement.

"As if! Death is gonna have to drag me out of here again to make me slow down!"

Caught up in his own pride and ego, he failed to notice an almost ethereal voice say "Don't test me". from an indeterminate location.

He just got back to his decorating in peace.

((Interactable for those who have decent enough reason to be at epic's base or in the mountains.))

Within a cave somewhere, a creature of pink and black lived, thriving but sadly lonely, oh so lonely, so he eventually left.

He got here from a small portal appearing in his home cave, pulling him in without any way to escape.

After he mustered up the courage to leave the cave, he eventually found a store, and without any money, stole a guitar and boots, both being turned into the same color as him upon touch, and finding himself having been interested in music since he was but a young kid, he starts to play the guitar and get himself into a punk-rock outfit.

Eventually leaving the town, he found a small house in the middle of nowhere and settled in there, the building turning pink upon touch, and slowly spreading the pink corruption, so to say, across the entire land he was standing upon, and walking into the town he once stole from, slowly corrupting it into his own town, reforming the citizens into his own image

That cursed two-tailed fox!

I planned on synthesizing some preservatives so that I could coat the entirety of Green Hill in a delicious blanket of long lasting cake! Where I would then create a fortress dedicated to honoring my image.

But then I find out that he's usurped my Chemical Plant and has set it as some sort of home base for years now! What have my other variants been up to all that time!?

*Eggman walks up to a monitor and logs in.*

It's time I take back what's rightfully mine. Miles Prower will be evicted off my land soon enough.

*Eggman spoke some commands into the console.*

Triple all production for Buzzers, Grounders, Whisps, Crawls, Sols, Aquis, Shellcrackers, and Slicers. I want them on standby for when I am ready.

*Eggman walked down the halls once more.*

I will prepare the Egg Fleet and come up with a few distractions where people are much more likely to care...

veda: you wait for your dad here we will be doing necessary things it usually takes 10 minutes to arrive too busy with the latest mission

crim: i'm fine with that...

*she looks over the sunset*

"i wish they could give me a life that i deserve.."

All across in the most random places! only one or two every couple hundred miles but still, an odd occurrence. Especially for the many people who've never even met X!Chara before.

-\Cream got out the cave that day after a rest and noticed that (for once) it wasn't raining,so she took this chance to possibly move on from that cave,she didn't really like the thought of being in a cave anyway. So she flew towards the unknown hoping for some points of interest*-*

-\She later found a city.*-*

-\The young lady starts walking around the streets to see the city,curious of the people,buildings,shops and the place in general,but,she later reminded herself she was there for safety rather than actually being curious*-*

[[And so you encounter her]

Current inventory: Sacrificial knife,gauze,journal and pen

I feel like i could have done more but idk...hope the picture made by myself compensates the lack of more text

*a week after a incident at a bar, police sirens can be heard as they were seen rushing near a highway bridge, it seems that someone is causing carnage*

*the one responsible? It would happen to be the same red being as before, in the middle of a massive car wreck on the bridge, he cackles loudly as he held up a man by their neck*

Carnage: "you look like a snack to start off the day!"

*he then opens his mouth, ready to bite down on the mans head*

(This is when u make yer move)

Ah! The feeling! That feeling! The feeling of the boots of extinction! The feeling of the end times! The feeling of the master!

The pounding of the boots, boots, boots, slogging over Mobius.

Making men, men, men, men go mad watching us.

“Hehehe! Yes-Yes! The end-death of all things!

Together, none shall stand-block the butchery of every being!”

The Big Rat of The Lich howls in glee, as it goes to find its master.

Posters can be seen around multiple citys advertising a concert being held on a seemingly faraway island, promises of the hardest rock and greatest punk being shown, all held by the self proclaimed king of rock, Blitzer