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KING KILLING

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creeper-pasta

There was a single moment of hesitation, as Creeper watched Modless stumble to his feet and waited anxiously for some sort of secret weapon, or trick, or deadly trap to spring.

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KING KILLING

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The falling lighter caught the virus’ eye. His lips curled back in disgust. Creeper hated fire, and he hated smoke, and burning. As the cigarette tumbled down to join it, a low growl ripped from the monster’s throat. His claws were beginning to twitch. Modless used to be his friend, but things had changed since then. He just hadn’t realized just how much the old sprite had grown to hate him—enough to throw his life away in this wild attempt to kill him. His eyes flicked up, now angry.

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#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #creeperpasta #*King Killing #tw: body horror #tw: gore #tw: character death

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KING KILLING

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Creeper wasn't the only one that felt the surrealism of the situation.

Modless felt the lighter slip from his hand as he fumbled with the wheel on it, a chill running down his spine as the small metal box clattered on the floor. As the sprite took a quivering breath, his cigarette fell from his lips to join the lighter on the ground. Wow, he was getting clumsy. The retro racer consoled himself with the fact that most people would start slipping up when face with certain, imminent death. The morbid thought of wondering how exactly he'd die crossed his mind- maybe he'd be ripped apart like his best friend had been so many times only without the benefit of respawn or perhaps eaten whole. Creeper could even just shatter him like the bowl of ice cream just moments before and be done with the old protagonist in an instant. "Yeah, plan's to take you down in one blow. Didn't figure I'd get two shots at you." Modless mumbled in a voice far less confident than the words he was saying. Then without further ado the old sprite closed the distance between himself and the megavirus and slipped his arms into the beast's code.

A scream of agony left his lips the moment his limbs were inside. Fishing the viral strain out of Roscoe's code had been a painful affair with the infected villager's corrupted blood having started to damage and eat at Modless' body and code, but it was nothing in comparison to the pain he was experiencing now.

Immediately the toxic corruption that made up Creeper went to work almost instantly stripping Modless' arms of skin and quickly starting to eat away at his flesh, bones and data. Blinded by the pain the doomed sprite grabbed at whatever code his swiftly digesting hands could get to and pulled mindlessly at the connections, not even bothering to wonder if how what he was yanking at would affect the megavirus.

#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #creeperpasta #*King Killing #tw: body horror #tw: gore #tw: character death

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KING KILLING

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Luckily for Creeper the thing behind him wasn't interested in his ice cream.

Unfortunately it was here to try and make an attempted on the megavirus' life so maybe Modless going after the ice cream would have been preferable. Modless couldn't help, but to crack a smirk at the dumbfounded look on the virus' face. The old sprite had thought that his plan had been clever and well thought out. The fact that Creeper had clearly been had was only proof of the ex-protagonist's genius. Though now his plans were failing him as the retro racer had hoped he wouldn't catch the attention of the monster at all before making his move. Oh well. Modless had made it this far and had a much quicker wit than most people expected from him. He'd just distract the virus as best he could while getting as close to the predator as possible. With a casual air, the terrified sprite reached into his pockets to pull out a box of cigarettes and lighter with shaky hands. He let out a smug chuckle as he lit up a smoke and though he put the box back into his pocket the lighter stayed out. "Well let me tell you it was a right pain in the ass to get down here, neighbor. Took an awful lot of planning." Modless told his ex-friend cheerfully as he cautiously strolled closer. "I also got some help from Roscoe. The poor son of a glitch." The sprite patted his chest for emphasis, figuring Creeper would put two and two together and realize just how Modless had gotten infected with his strain.

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KING KILLING

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Modless had done quite well to get this far.

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It was weird how the incredibly mundane sounds of someone moving about in the kitchen were suddenly so much more menacing now that he was in enemy territory.

Still even if a bit rattled from knowing someone (or at the very least something) was around, Modless was hardly one to back down. Not after he'd gotten so far. Checking his coded inventory to make sure that his pistol was fully loaded in the event that this was not Creeper he was about to run into, Modless swallowed loudly and headed towards the noise. The sprite would not be disappointed by having to run into extra possible threats on his self-imposed mission to destroy the megavirus. He would however suffer from several moments of paralyzing terror and self-doubt. It wasn't as if the retro racer had come into this expecting to get out alive. Hell in all honestly Modless wasn't fully expecting to succeed in murdering the self-declared king. However the sudden weight of just how reckless and impossible his task was crashed down upon the sprite's shoulders as he stared at the megavirus in front of him and it took the retro racer several seconds to even remember to take a shaky breath. More than enough time for the super powerful virus to notice the infected sprite in the doorway.

#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #creeperpasta #*King Killing #tw: body horror #tw: gore #tw: character death

KING KILLING

#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #creeperpasta #*King Killing #tw: body horror #tw: gore #tw: character death #(( NOT MY ART you can thank the amazing Creepermun for the title art asdffdsa it's absolutely goregous ))

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It's Time for Sleep {Closed RP}

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The monster shrieked in pain as the bullets slammed into it, one after another.

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Modless took a few shakey steps back from the dying virus, wheezing hoarsely from the unexpected fight. It took all his strength to swallow the bile rising in his throat and force his glitchy arm into a more cooperative state. Well, alright then. If the "simple" part of his plan had gone this horribly off course, the retro racer dreaded to know how the rest of it would work out. Modless was a Turbo though and despite some bumps in the road he was going to go for the gold. He wasn't going to chicken out now and head home a loser without even trying.

#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #creeperpasta #tw: gore #tw: body horror #tw: character death #*It's Time For Sleep

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It's Time for Sleep {Closed RP}

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Most of the infected villager’s face had been blown off by the gunshot fired point blank into its head.

It's Time for Sleep {Closed RP}

Modless was hardly one for violence. It just wasn't in his programming. The retro sprite was from a noncombat game and though the years had changed and the games players were more interested now focused much more on fighting, Modless still didn't feel comfortable with the idea of hurting anyone.

#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #creeperpasta #tw: gore #tw: body horror #tw: character death #(( I'm tagging trigger warnings the entire RP whether a particular reply has them in it or not ))#*It's Time For Sleep

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Mister Modless, do you like cake?

As long as it isn’t sentient.

#freerangeturbo #unmodded answers #thewanderingfan #I have little tolerance for sprites made out of sweets #....with an exception or two

we should go to the undernet tonight. [: not in the deep parts! just the beginning, pffheehee.

Do I even have a choice in the matter?

Oh fine whatever. You wanted to show me those shitty naviskins you designed for us anyways so why the hell not?

#freerangeturbo #unmodded answers #viralpensiveness

Sooo I'm curious, what was it like being a sweetroll? This is very important I need to know.

#freerangeturbo #unmodded answers #thebluebeast

Hey Turbo what would you do if you saw a crowd of fangirls chase you B)

Same thing I always do. Find the nearest hidden area and camp out there until the crowd goes home.

#freerangeturbo #unmodded answers #kccbluver #though admittedly most crowds that chase me are armed and angry

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A Word, If You Will - (Closed RP)

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Reboot missed the guilt entirely, and he bought the sheepish act hook, line and sinker. He laughed, more cheery and more enthusiastic than he could remember feeling for quite some time. Well—maybe that wasn’t true. But unlike his vacation to Skyrim, this enthusiasm wouldn’t get anyone else hurt.

“I wouldn’t go alone anyway!” he announced, as though his desire to act responsibly for once was nothing short of a miracle (which in fairness wasn’t far off the mark). “I was thinkin’ I’d ask Iggy to come. Or maybe Jet.”

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"Yeah, bringing one or the other would be a good idea. Or both. That would work too." Modless said as he nodded in approval, settling into Reboot's lap with a small sigh. With the final plans for his project fully laid out, the retro racer found himself an odd mix of relieved and nervous. A quiet purr rumbled in his chest, the sound not entirely unlike an itty bitty engine. The retro racer blankly stared at the commercials playing on the television in silence for a few seconds, not enjoying the uneasy feeling he was experiencing. "Hey, Turbo listen for a second okay?" Modless said suddenly, looking up at the new gen racer with a serious expression. "Even if I don't get the car- this... this really means a lot to me, okay? Just.... thanks. Thank you so much."

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A Word, If You Will - (Closed RP)

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For a moment, Reboot’s smile dipped into a frown. But, no, he wasn’t going to let himself be discouraged now. Not this time—this was too important.

And, dammit, fear or not, he was just so pleased with himself.

He quivered with a euphoric, chirping giggle. His face was flushed red and warm with an embarrassed blush. This was all so silly and sentimental and it was starting to make him just a little bit lightheaded.

“But I wanna try!” he insisted, finding enthusiasm by latching onto a budding, not-quite argument. He finally found the courage to look Modless in the eyes, and he took his friend’s hand in his own, giving it a squeeze.

“I really do. You…you do a lot for me. You put up with me. And I’d like to do something in return. I mean…”

He blinked. Wide glowing eyes focused their gaze elsewhere again, his nerve failing. When he spoke again, it was barely a whisper.

“You mean a lot to me. Not…not romantically, please don’t misunderstand that,” he hastened to add. “But you—it’s like—I love you. I do. In that way where I simply can’t see my life without you being a part of it. You’re my best friend.”

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It was strange, to be told just how much someone else cared about him. Pleasant, but strange. Modless couldn't help being touched by the teenager's sincerity. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I love you too, kid." The old Turbo admitted quietly, letting out a small chuckle. "In the most unromantic way possible." A miserable guilt began to form in the old Turbo's stomach as he planned out the last parts of his project. Reboot going to the Retro Dealer would create an opportunity for Modless to act while the kid was away from the game. If he could get TurboTime 2 empty tomorrow then he could finally let his plans unfold without as much worry for the safety of any of the old sprite's friends living there. "Ah.... I don't think I'll be able to come with you to the Retro Dealer's. You.... you know how sprites are with original Turbos." Modless muttered, acting sheepish. He glanced up at the teenager with a worried look. "I don't really want you going alone there though. Think you could drag someone along with you?"

#freerangeturbo #I do what I want #askrebootturbo #*A Word If You Will

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A Word, If You Will - (Closed RP)

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There was no adrenaline-fueled haze to cloud his better judgment here. Reboot was cornered, verbally, and he was squirming, literally. Seems he had no choice but to just come right out with it. He picked at the couch with more fervor, and he found it impossible to maintain a direct gaze at his friend for long.

“I want—“

He hiccupped. It was laughter that interrupted him this time; just a short burst of giddy giggling.

“I want to find you an original TurboTime kart.”

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Modless stared at the teenager as his mind screeched to a stop for the first time in ages. A glitch rattled his form as his concentration on keeping his shambled code together was utterly broken and it took the small sprite a few seconds to pull himself together. "I-I..." The man stuttered, finding a hard time coming up with words. To be fair Modless was also having trouble thinking much now. It wasn't as if the retro racer hadn't thought about looking for a replacement kart ever since becoming gameless. It was just incredibly difficult to find a Retro Dealer that would even have items from TurboTime- many sprites considered the game cursed in a way and it was in bad taste to own anything from it. Not to mention how unwilling many sprites were when it came to interacting or bartering with a retro Turbo. Perhaps Modless could have gotten a kart from any racing game with a bit of luck and willingness to fork over whatever money he had on hand, but he was a Turbo and being stubborn and prideful was his forte. He refused to drive anything less than what he was originally programmed to ride in. "There's a good chance they don't have anything from TurboTime at that dealer." Modless finally murmured, managing to find his voice again.

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