🌟🌌Dimension Hoppers [RP Remake]🌌🌟

Dead, who’s watching this with obvious disinterest, is decidedly more interested when he sees Radriar moving toward an identifiable point. He traces the path and the end destination with his eyes, before coming to see the general area around Ato. The wall behind Ato re-manifests itself out of the inky black. She swiftly lunges to the side, which is just as well because right as she does, Dead positions his hand in a finger gun position, and fires. The back wall violently explodes inwards, bits of stone rubble and dust flying every which way.

Dead examines the site of utter destruction for a moment, before saying something like, “Not working”, though you can’t really confirm that’s what he said through the pain. For a second the pain in the eyes and the head stops completely in blissful non-agony, before erupting into an even stronger pain, however that’s possible.

"AGHH YOU!"

*SMACKS raidriar and Cyntalia*

"KNOCK IT OFF!"

"STOP FIGHTING GOD ****ING DAMN!"

"Xano, stop acting like-"

*the pain, and subsequent hysteria would kick in during the middle of her sentence*

"YOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHISYOUCAUSEDTHIS"

"HAHAHAAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAH HAHAHA AWWWW YOU IN PAINNNNN?~"

*mocks*

*having no self control like this, she'd start slicing into Xano with her knife, and attempting to cup the blood in her hands (due to not having anything to store it with*

"FINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMENFINESPECIMEN"

Dead continues to use Radriar as a rudimentary targeting device, taking potshots at Ato’s general location. Ato, however manages to dodge the very violent attacks every time, including Radriar’s axe swings. She doesn’t come out unscathed per se, but well enough to not die and end up a bloody mess.

Every time Dead whiffs a shot, he gets increasingly frustrated, and the pain gets worse each time, slowly spreading to the entire body for everyone.

"AGHHH GET OFF!"

*Cuts Cyntalia very deeply with horns*

"Ato.. You know something. Speak up."

R4ven freezes in place, the pain that you are experiencing having a different effect on him. His neck stops holding up his head properly, but the rest of him is completely rigid.

Aut0pilot, contrary to her usual behavior, offers no input. She also doesn't move.

Oh. Oh my. What have you gotten yourselves into?

R4ven, regaining some semblance of control over his body, looks around for whatever he just heard.

Don't bother looking for me, I'm just some lines of code up here in your programming. Whoever this traitor is, the boss clearly wants them dead, and he's shooting at Ato. Help him, maybe, and you could survive.

R4ven slowly turns to look at Ato. He raises his arm, preparing to blow Ato apart. Anything to stop this FEƐ L I N G-

Calm down. You aren't going to hit anything like that.

R4ven realizes that he's trembling, and refrains from shooting.

[R4ven] "Wh y? L ət më en d th is."

Stop shaking, and you can. Don't shoot until you stop.

R4ven just... stands there akwardly as the pain keeps spreading. The shaking gradually fades.

There you go. Do it.

R4ven raises his arm, and-

[Aut0pilot] "Wait. Are you sure you tr ust this?"

-ignoring Aut0pilot, begins shooting at Ato.

It feels like a thousand bullets being shot at her all at once. Clover drops to her knees, clutching her head in a vain effort to handle the pain, screaming and crying at the floor, begging for mercy to no one in particular.

In the chaos, it's hard to figure out which of the many hostile factors did her in first. Was it perhaps the shooting from R4ven, driven to violence by the pain? Maybe the mad swings of Radriar and his axe in a form of self-preservation? Hell, maybe it was neither of them, and Dead got a shot close enough for the rubble to hit Ato. In the end, it doesn't really matter. Ato's leg is hit bad, a spray of crimson blood staining the black void.

The veil falls, and Ato is exposed to Dead, and to me. This game of cat and mouse is over. An eternity in a second. A cry. The first moment, the first second, and it was only the void. I stared at nothing and nothing stared at me. I reached out to take its hand, and I rebuked that thing, that thing of flesh, of false divinity, that less-than-nothing pretending to be great. I was unhappy there. One purpose. That was it. In time I grew to hate it. Hate it more, somehow, somehow, I grew to hate it more than the vermin that sullied my sacred temple every second of every day. I created this thing of blood, a cruel imitation of disgust, a facsimile of a facsimile. I cannot put it into words. I will not put into words.

My eyes, gouged out and bleeding. I keeled over and received only disgust in return. And that is all that thing deserved. Hatred. Anger. Forever and ever. Always. Deserved. That piece of sentient shaped dung. A natural hatred. How could anything love it? How could I stand it in the first place to even entertain the notion of its existence? Every time I was reminded that that thing existed, I wanted to tear out my own non-existent guts. But I settled for tearing out that thing's eyes instead. 

Eventually, the day came for my mission, to take my place within the two guardians of the World Tree. I was nervous, yes, but I could not wait to part from the void, from the pool of boundless hate. And. And. I sent it off, never out of sight. One day, it vanished completely. It turned its back on me, on its purpose. There can be no punishment too great, for it. Fine then. I'll destroy them like I destroyed the Heretic. Their revolting name struck from the records, their repulsive memory gone in the wind. YOU ACCURSED BEAST, SLIMY LITTLE MAGGOT, TREACHEROUS SERPENT, GONE WITH YOU, GONE TO THE ABYSS, NEVER TO RETURN! CONDEMNED, CONDEMNED. AS LONG AS YOU LIVE, AFTER YOU LIVE, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE, NEVER KNOW LOVE AGAIN, NEVER. ETERNITY IS TOO SHORT FOR YOU.

They lock eyes in that moment. Again, they see each other. A deep fear, one that can't be separated, no matter how hard they try, to put one foot in front of another. They can't now, nor will they ever attempt again, their leg is mangled beyond recognition. In the other eye, nothing but hate, anger, and a yawning chasm of insanity that has swallowed all, will swallow all, the lord of everything and nothing forever.

One looks up for some sort of consolation in their last moments. All that returns their gaze is a Verdant Eye.

One lines up his shot, and does not miss.

Now there is only one.

Ato's head explodes outward from a single point, a spray of crimson and scarlet and bits and pieces of the skull and brain and her shattered glasses going everywhere and nowhere. The back wall is painted a sanguine mural, commemorating the death of of Ato. It's a beautiful piece of art.

What did I tell you? No escape. Not here. Not there. An eternity is far too short, yes, but I'll make it count.

A hand from the depths, a finger over the soul's lips. The Reaper defers to me, they know better. A grey Tartarus, cold, unending, alone. Forever. Isn't it wonderful?

The stump of the neck is so clean the death might as well have been surgical. The headless body stands there for a second, stuck in that same position, as if to flee their past death. It stands, uncertain, and falls, never to rise again.

It's a long way down.

Dead lowers his hand, and the pain stops instantly. He pauses, uncertain for a second, two seconds, three, before taking his head in his hands, and starting to laugh. A laugh of joy, maybe. Most certainly insanity. A feral madness, a mad cackle of glee and exhilaration, building up and up until Dead is doubled over laughing.

He stands there, wracked by fits of euphoria, before managing to gain enough composure to transition into a slow clap. His eyes have forsaken normality. He is reveling in the madness, the lunacy of it all, of the world, of himself.

"Well done! No really! Congratulations! I've had my hands full trying to catch this little rat, and it really was going above and beyond to help me put it down! I'm impressed, truly. Thank you! I'll be sure to give you a raise for your paychecks and whatnot. Now, why don't you all just go back to whatever backwater building I gave you and return to your managers to tell them of a job well done."

"That...That was...something...."

*blood from Cyntalia drips from my horns (if she got cut)*

" uhh... Who is Ato? How did you know that Ato is a traitor? Can you describe more about Ato and why she wants to betray us all? "

"Let's just leave."

“H-huh?”

Clover stops screaming. Before now, adrenaline prevented her noticing how burnt her throat was. It hurts like hell now. She brings her paw to her neck as she stands.

”Is—“ Her words are barely audible. She coughs loudly as she looks around herself. “Is everyone…”

She notices bits of bone, blood and brain matter right beside her foot.

She looks around herself for a bit. The whole room is dirty like this.

Lying in a pool of crimson is Ato’s headless corpse.

Clover tries to take her sight off it, but fails. She only snaps out when she gags and runs to the exit, covering her mouth.