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And Caine could return any minute, no, any second.
And then he'd be gone, and she didn't help him at all.
Not that- would it matter? He was an NPC, but she'd still feel guilty, even if it didn't affect him.
But how could she help him? What could she do in what's probably not going to be much time left at all?! What could she-
"Hey." Dictatorer grabbed the ragdoll woman's shoulders again, staring right into her eye. "We're not going to accomplish anything at all if you're busy panicking! Who knows how much longer we have until the others get back? We're working on a time limit we aren't aware of, so let's assume we don't have much time!"
He let go of her, then he started pacing back and forth, hands behind his back. The two remained in her room, thinking that could buy them a little more time before Caine noticed, but it still wouldn't be much at all.
"Something's shifted." Saying this without explaining what it meant just made Ragatha look like she was going to start freaking out all over again, so he stopped, looking at her tiredly. "It means we have less time than we want to work with."
It means Caine and Kinger weren't actively projecting their guilt onto him. That they were at least somewhat calm, which meant something was probably distracting them, and- or- they were about to come back.
"So. Pomni can wait, she's safer than I am right now. She's not doomed the instant the others get back- quite the opposite, I would assume."
Ragatha absolutely wasn't calming down much, but was trying so hard to. She was stammering, though her mind was trying to blank from how stressed she was. But she didn't want to just not help him by getting like this! He was the one that was probably panicking right now, it was his life! Or, his memories, probably, but still!
Dictatorer rolled his eyes, coming back over to Ragatha and somewhat roughly putting a hand on her shoulder again. "Look. Look at me. Focus on me, and only me. Listen to what I'm saying, Rags. You're giving up before we've even started. We have time."
He looked away slightly, shaking his head. "Even if we don't have enough time to figure out why I'm here right now if Caine's not here...it's not worth this." He looked at her again, gesturing to her with his free hand.
"I'm not worth stressing out over. At least, not so badly that you can't even speak anymore. I don't expect us to find anything out. Not until they get back, and I'm gone then anyways." He put his free hand on her other shoulder, leaning in and practically pressing his face into hers.
"All I know is I'm not programmed to be alone, detective. That's not my reason to exist. So..."
He took his hands off her shoulders, then he backed up, crossing his arms. One of his eyes twitched, as if he was close to snapping, as if he was trying to get back to his normal programming.
"Just TALK TO ME!" In this moment, he seemed to be back to how he usually was.
Ragatha jumped as he shouted. She was surprised he even got like that at all, wasn't he supposed to be Evil Kinger? Where, instead of comforting her, he only shouted at her like he just did just now? Where did all of that come from? Wasn't she supposed to be comforting him?!
"...was- was detective a sort of joke about how I wanted to try solving this mystery...?" It felt like a bit of a weird thing for him to call her. She thought he'd say something like "soldier," or "officer," "pawn," "peasant," something.
Dictatorer raised an eyebrow, then suddenly he started laughing this crazed laugh, until he shook his head, politely coughing into his hand. He then clasped his hands together, making a shrugging motion as much as he could with his lack of shoulders.
"Sure, Ragatha Christie. Why not?"
R. Ragatha Christie? She blinked a few times. She went to speak, "a-"
"SILENCE OR I'LL HAVE YOUR SEAMS RIPPED!" Dictatorer pointed at her with one hand, the fingers on his other hand curling slowly and then suddenly, abruptly, balling into a fist. "You think there's something wrong with me, with my programming, DON'T YOU?!"
You think there's something wrong with me you think there's something wrong with me you think there's something wrong with me you think there's something wrong with me
Ragatha jumped, quickly putting her hands up. "No, no, that's not what I- are you okay...?!" She slowly started putting her hands down, a look of realization on her face. "You're- you really are as stressed as I am..."
She looked down, rubbing her elbow guiltily. "I'm...so sorry I haven't been very helpful...the most I can do at this point is..."
She looked at Dictatorer, whose pupils were tiny, who looked so mad, but... "I can try to convince Caine to let you stay. I- I know it's not likely, but- but it's probably the most I can do..."
Dictatorer didn't react at all to her words, not even blinking. After a while, though, he did eventually blink, and his pupils were closer to their usual size for him. "You can try. I won't stop you, civilian." His voice was still gruff, but was quieter.
"Whatever happens, I will thank you by sparing your life."
This sounded like a threat, but...Ragatha took it as his way of thanking her, so she laughed a bit awkwardly, nodding. "Thanks...! I appreciate you...not killing me...?"
"What's that white boy talking about this time?" Bubble had visibly been spacing out the entire time Chris was talking.
Zooble glared at him. "He's saying we need to get the f%$!# out of here! Where are Kinger and Caine?!"
"Thy voideth or somethinge!" Rouxls was laying on the ground, smirking up at them. "Doth we truly neede to leave juste because yon white boye saideth so?"
"YES?! NONE of us should've been here in the first place!" Zooble glared down at Rouxls- then Jax, who was on the ground next to Rouxls in pretty much the same pose as the guy.
"Gosh, Zoobs, no need to yell! We can all hear you! Calm down!" He was smirking at them. Rouxls held a hand up for Jax to high-five, and the rabbit did so, both of them snickering.
"Oh, CAN YOU?! You all sure ACT like you can't hear me!" Zooble looked ready to really snap any second.
"Zooooobyyyyy," Gangle wrapped her ribbony self around them, "it's gonna be okayyy! I'm sure Caine and Kinger will be back any second now! Don't worry about it so much!"
Zooble sighed heavily, trying so hard to calm down. If Gangle really thought they should, maybe they should. It wasn't like there was much any of them could do until Caine got back, anyways.
Caine and Kinger finally appeared again, the two of them still hugging. Neither of them really seemed to want to stop, but Kinger looked around and saw all the trucks.
"...Caine? I think-"
"KINGAH THE WHITE BOY'S HEAH!" Bubble helpfully told him, as if he hadn't just seen that.
"The white boy?! Oh no!" Caine broke the hug finally, floating above them all to look around, rubbing his "chin." Did they really want to leave yet, or did they want to wait to see what drama might unfold next?
Someone's in here. He can tell. There's no way he's alone in the circus right now.
He can feel someone in this room looking at him. The other rooms didn't feel like there was any such presence.
"I know you're in here..." A growled voice came from the intruder, and he came into the room, slamming the door behind him to keep the one in this room from running past him too easily.
"Come out from wherever you're hiding, dolly," he saw the portrait on the door, this had to be the doll's room, "I just want to talk."
Oh. This was terrifying, actually.
Ragatha tried to shrink back further into her hiding spot, trying not to start hyperventilating. If she was as quiet as possible, maybe he'd give up and leave.
But he wasn't leaving.
Instead, he practically roared in anger. "GET. OUT. HERE. NOW." He started lowering himself to the floor to look for her. "I KNOW you're in here! Don't piss me off, RAGGEDY ANNOYANCE!"
Ragatha realized, as she could get a better look at him, (but unfortunately for her, he could get a better look at her, too) that he looked like...that weird "evil" version of Kinger Caine had made when they played that really badly done version of softball?
What was he doing here? Wasn't he an NPC?! Caine didn't leave those around! He'd get rid of them at the end of each adventure! How was he here?!
She was frozen in fear as Dictatorer got down on the ground and instantly looked right into her eyes.
"I knew it." He growled. He started crawling towards her, as army-crawl-like as he could with no arms.
Ragatha tried to crawl back, away from him. "POMNI! CAINE?! ANYONE?!" If this NPC was here, Caine was here, right?! Why would he be here if Caine wasn't?!
Dictatorer laughed wickedly, shaking his head. "I think it's just you and me, girlie. I didn't find anyone else. Now." He held his hand out, giving her a chance to take it before really getting aggressive with her. "Come out. Why don't we try figuring out what the F%$!# is going on together, huh?" While this was growled, it was the closest his voice got to "comforting" so far.
Ragatha hesitated, but the guy looked like he'd just lunge and grab her at any second. If she complied, maybe this would be less bad? With a shaky sigh, she took his hand, and he helped her get out from under the bed and get up.
He was less rough than she thought he'd be about it all, too, but she guessed it made some sense. Caine didn't...always want to traumatize them all. He just didn't...understand trauma. But at least he seemed to be actively learning and evolving maybe...?
Dictatorer brushed himself off upon standing, then crossed his "arms" (held his hands as if he was doing so, anyways.)
"So...where is everyone? Where is Caine? Where's Kinger? They're both pissing me off. Do you have any idea how STRESSFUL this is?!" He suddenly put his hands on Ragatha's shoulders, causing her to squeak from surprise.
"W-well, um..." Ragatha put a hand on her other arm, looking away and rubbing it nervously. She...wondered if maybe he'd also be easier to talk to in the dark, like how Kinger was...? She didn't know, maybe she shouldn't test that right now. Especially since he was being fairly civil now.
"They all...went to this evil science facility thing to cause problems, I guess...? Pomni, I- I don't know where she is, she was right here...but I don't know where she is, I don't know what happened..."
She managed to look at the evil Kinger in front of her again, "u-um, no offense, also, but...aren't you an NPC? Why are you, y'know...?" She waved her arms to gesture to his entire self. "Here...? Last time that happened, Caine- well, he..." She laughed awkwardly, "didn't let that happen. Said he didn't want to confuse NPCs and humans?"
Dictatorer clearly did take offense, his pupils pinpricks as he leaned closer to her. "Don't EVER call me a f%$!#ing NPC." Why was he so offended by this? That's what he was, right? Was this part of his character in his programming? Was it...something else?
Ragatha flinched as he growled in her face, then he leaned back, turning his head away, but he didn't let go of her shoulders. In fact, he started holding them tighter, digging his fingers into them. "I don't know, Normal Ragatha."
Why was he so offended? There were, it felt like, four different conflicting voices or feelings or something going through his mind, his personality, his very being. It felt so FRUSTRATING, he just wanted to know what the HELL was going on.
He could tell what some of it- most of it- was. His own programming. His own programming, linked to Caine in a way as an NPC of his creation, linked to Kinger as the basis of his programming and creation to be the opposite of him, the evil him. The rest of his evil team weren't even here. Why was it just him?
Ragatha stammered for a bit, trying to figure out what she could even say to him. She wasn't sure she wanted to get too close to him, but the problem was...she was too nice. Too empathetic. She already just...wanted to help him, as scary as he was.
But since he was an NPC, he'd be gone the second Caine returned.
She already had understood how Pomni felt with Gummigoo, but now, she really understood it.
Why did Caine have to make these NPCs so realistic?!
"We'll- we'll figure things out together, okay...?" She put a hand on his shoulder, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "Everything's- we're all going to be okay...!"
Dictatorer side-eyed her, but it wasn't in an angry way really. He looked just...tired. He felt exhausted right now. The overwhelming, pathetic, useless feelings projected into him by Caine and Kinger, the overwhelming constant anger he felt, the confusion...he was tired.
He could only muster up a short, grumbled, "mm," in response.
Neither were sure everything or anything would be "okay." Perhaps ever.
The entire circus is gone. It's all quiet, yet... oh, that's an odd pair of eyes staring at Pomni from afar. Nothing is said, and yet, FRIEND offers an almost-warm smile. Is it beckoning her closer...?
It's bored.
It's seeing what it can get away with.
Wh
Why is it dark?
Where is everyone?
Where is everything?!
Oh no. Oh, nonononono...
Is this the cellar?!
She looks down at herself, and sees...she's still there, not abstracted. Was she thrown in here by accident?! Or was she abstracted and she just didn't realize it?!
Her vision was getting all shaky and blurry, her pupils were turning into abstract, constantly shifting, scribbly shapes. But then...
Those eyes in the dark...they almost look like an abstracted's eyes, but there's not enough. And there's also...teeth?
Is this some weird adventure or prank Caine's doing? The face isn't quite shaped right to be Caine, but he's created the horrors before. It felt strange of him to do a solo adventure though, especially without warning at all (even if it was as quick as yelling at Pomni and then snapping.)
It beckoned her closer, but was going to it a bad idea? Probably. The problem was, she couldn't really just run. She didn't even know where she was.
With a deep sigh, the jester tried to regain some composure before slowly approaching the face in the dark.
"H-hey, uh...hello...? You're...friendly, right? Not...some monster Caine created to try scaring Zooble except I'm not Zooble and they didn't even want that either?"
She laughed nervously, fidgeting with her hands as she came closer.
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Usually, Caine did turn NPCs off, especially in the circus itself if there were no adventures. Why was he here?
Dictatorer kept looking down at his hands, turning them over as he tried figuring out what the hell was going on. Why he felt so...confused.
Part of it was that it seemed like nobody else was here.
He balled his hands up into fists, then began to wander through the circus, glaring around as if he was going to kill anyone or anything he came across.
The ones still in the circus avoided him, that jester without even really realizing he was there (actually, where was she at the moment?) and that ragdoll hiding in her room.
Ragatha wasn't entirely aware of the new presence in the circus, either. She was just in her room because Pomni suddenly disappeared. The only things there with her that she knew of were these plants that just appeared.
But she could hear the sound of something else moving in the circus now. It...became hard not to.
Over and over,
SLAM
SLAM
SLAM
getting closer and closer. Doors were being thrown open by whoever this was, and it was clearly not Pomni. There wasn't really anyone in the circus, aside from maybe Jax, who would be coming down the hall doing that.
Ragatha quickly hurried to hide under her bed, trying to crawl as far away from the door as she could get.
The rest of the group is talking, but Caine's no longer focused on them. He's now looking right at Kinger, though it was hard for anyone else to tell if it was for a reason, or if it was because he just so happened to be staring at him while spacing out.
Kinger though was clearly spacing out. He had the rocket launcher down on the ground next to him, and he had one hand in his robe, quite clearly clutching some kind of object.
They all knew what it was.
Caine's expression suddenly shifted completely to a very concerned look, just for a moment, until he remembered the others were there and forced himself to smile again.
But with zero explanation, he suddenly went over to Kinger and put one hand on his shoulder, and snapped the fingers on his other hand, bringing the two to a sort of void where it was just the two of them.
Instantly, the AI put his hands on Kinger's shoulders and got this extremely desperate look, his reaction seeming like it was overdramatic, but it really wasn't. It really was how he felt.
"Kinger...I'm worried about things...I'm scared...I'm scared for you, for my circus..."
For me.
Kinger finally snapped out of it, giving Caine a concerned look. "Hey, I-" He wanted to be able to comfort Caine so badly, like he was always able to for anyone else, but...he really didn't know what to tell him.
He looked down. "Caine...I'm scared, too." That was all he knew for a fact. "I'm scared, but..."
He forced an attempt at a determined look, looking at Caine again. "But I'll handle this...all of this...for you. For them. All of them. The circus will have all of its members again, everyone will be happy, if I can help it..."
He didn't know if this included Caine.
He wanted it to include Caine.
Kinger's words didn't seem to be reassuring the AI much, though. Caine was still just as concerned as before. "What if something happens to you? I do not want to lose another human! I- what if I could handle everything? You could pass the crystal on to me, if we truly can't destroy it! I probably wouldn't get hurt as easily!"
Kinger looked down again, shaking his head. "I don't think it's that simple...the crystal apparently chose me. And if I try getting rid of it, if I do pass it up, someone else will get it instead. It'll be another human, and I don't know that they'd all be able to resist its temptations. I need to protect you all..."
He managed to look up at Caine again, trying so hard to give him this gentle, reassuring look, but it was so clearly forced. "I'll be fine...we'll all be fine!"
Before Kinger could say anything else to try calming both of them with, Caine suddenly hugged him. This surprised him, but he returned the hug, rubbing the AI's back. "Hey...it's all gonna be okay..."
Caine didn't say anything for a while, keeping his mouth closed to hide his eyes. He did feel like he could just cry, he didn't even fully grasp all of the things he was feeling right now, but none of them felt great- well, one of them did. He was happy to be with Kinger, to be hugging him and be hugged by him. But everything else?
It all felt horrible. He wished they'd never even found that crystal, or that he'd at least destroyed it when Kinger asked. Now, this nightmare felt like it was his fault, and Kinger and potentially his other humans would have to pay for it all.
"Hey...you alright, Caine...?" Kinger's concerned, soft voice somewhat snapped Caine out of it.
The AI hesitated to answer, but eventually, managed to get himself to open up again. The look he had though, he was still so clearly stressed and concerned and seemingly holding back tears.
"No, I- yes, I'm fine...!" He laughed, his eyes glitching a few times, and Kinger looked like he was going to say something, but Caine quickly spoke over him. "Just let me know if there's anything- I mean ANYTHING I can do to help!" He looked desperate again. "Please..."
Kinger was unsure there would ever really be anything Caine could do. He was unsure what he, himself, could even do. He did know what he had to do, in that he'd have to do whatever the crystal had in store for him, but aside from that...
"I'll...let you know. I promise." Kinger patted the AI's back, and Caine hugged him tighter than he already had been. Like he was afraid to ever let him go.
And he was.
He was afraid to let any of his humans go. Ever.
For right now...they'd stay here. Since Bubble was with the others still, Caine would be very aware of what was going on in front of the facility. He didn't mind just being here a while longer, hugging Kinger. And Kinger didn't seem to mind, either.
The dark had gone from comforting, to terrifying, to necessary, and now...at least, in this moment...it felt comforting once more.
They haven't even gone back to the circus yet. They're now just...right outside of the facility. Playing cards with increasingly stupid rules- to the point that Zooble quit playing (that wasn't hard to get them to do).
Jax was still playing because it was just kinda funny, he was adding to the stupid rules, himself. At this point actually, this was less of a card game and more of a "who can come up with the dumbest rules of all time" contest, although Rouxls didn't see it that way.
"ALRIGHTETH! I've got it! Whomstever digs up the wormes first winnes!"
Bubble shook his head (well, his entire self), "nah, nah, what about whomstever lifts up the most bug-having rock wins?"
Caine laughed his weird, extremely fast laugh. "Why not both, and whomstever finds the sunglasses guy and throws the most bugs at him wins!"
Kinger slammed his cards down on the table. "That's cheating! I mean, I have more bugs than any of you! That's an automatic win for me!"
Gangle was busy trying to find bugs under nearby rocks, looking over at Kinger. "Huh? But that's- oh! New rule! Everyone wins if they find the guy and throw at least one bug at him!"
Jax half-laughed, half-scoffed at this. "Doesn't that just make it too easy? Like yeah, finding the guy's the hard part, but where's the BLOODSHED and competition of it all? Whoever f*^%n' kills the guy wins."
Zooble sighed annoyedly. "I don't keep track of all of this stuff, but isn't he superpowered or something? I don't think he really can die. He seems like he just comes back."
"And why he ourple?" Bubble became the greedy grinner.
Rouxls looked between each circus member, then, very helpfully, added,
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The shadows recede, and nothing responds to his words.
It's almost as if he's now been left completely alone. Almost as if FRIEND decided that it was finally done toying with him, as if it would leave him to his own accord.
At least, until that same paw taps his head from behind.
Nope, it's not done just yet. "OH... I FORGIVE YOU, MY FRIEND. I SUPPOSE YOU ARE RATHER LOST, ARE YOU NOT? IT WOULD BE REMISS OF ME TO LEAVE YOU ENTIRELY IN THE DARK. VERY WELL, KINGER. I CAN ASSIST YOU WITH ONE HINT, FOR NOW. I AM AFRAID ONE IS ALL I CAN SPARE FOR THE TIME BEING, GIVEN THE ANGEL'S LACK OF GUIDANCE IMPARTED UPON ME AT PRESENT."
It seems as though FRIEND itself was also in the dark, so to speak.
"IF YOU ARE AFRAID TO MOVE, IT IS OFTEN BEST TO FREEZE AND RE-EVALUATE. YOU WILL KNOW WHEN GUIDANCE HAS BEEN IMPARTED UPON YOU. IT WILL BECOME CLEAR WHAT YOU MUST DO. TRUST IN THE ANGEL, KINGER."
"...AS FOR CAINE... HE IS IMPORTANT IN HIS OWN WAY. THINGS WILL UNFOLD FOR HIM AS THEY SHOULD." It's not elaborating. Why is it not elaborating-
"THINGS WILL NOT WORSEN. I CAN PROMISE YOU THIS. YOU WILL DO THE RIGHT THING WHEN THE TIME COMES."
It's somehow not answering anything here. Is this comforting? Is this worse?
While he was startled by FRIEND pawing the back of his head suddenly, he was...relieved, that it hadn't left yet. That it didn't just leave him in the dark- which used to be comforting, being left in the dark physically and literally at times. But now...he didn't entirely know how to feel about the dark anymore.
The fact that FRIEND was also seemingly metaphorically in the dark on things also though...in one way was kind of comforting, but in another was absolutely terrifying. It knew so much, so it not having as much of an answer- then again. It wouldn't give a clear answer even if it knew what was going to come.
In some ways, its words actually were comforting. In...most ways, actually. Kinger wasn't sure if that should terrify him or not. Before, FRIEND was the least comforting presence possible. But now, he's starting to be okay with its presence.
Now, he's only worried about Caine. Was something terrible going to end up happening to him? Was SAVING everyone else worth potentially losing Caine? It...wouldn't matter by this point, would it? From FRIEND's words, pretty much everything was already set. It wasn't like Kinger could fix things now, and especially not by giving up the crystal.
With a heavy, sort of reluctant sigh, Kinger closes his eyes and grips the crystal tighter in his hand. "Thank you. I trust you, FRIEND."
He opens his eyes once more, looking around in the dark. "I'll keep an eye out. If you and this Angel are going to guide me, I'll accept your guidance whenever things are ready. I've messed up so many times already...I'm not messing up this time."
So many things always felt like they were his fault, even if nobody made him feel like they were. He was never going to let the others know just how much guilt he carried, and so, they could never reassure him that things weren't really his fault, or that, if they were, they forgave him.
It wouldn't matter. Even if they forgave him, they couldn't really say they forgave him.
Maybe his wife did. But maybe she didn't.
Even if she did, he needed to get her back. Her and the others.
And even then...even if they all forgave him...
The whole thing wouldn't have happened if he just hadn't...
But now he felt guilty in another direction, one just as important to him as the others.
Caine.
Trapping them all in the circus was Kinger's fault, but that...was partially because of Caine. And Caine was also Kinger's "fault," but that wasn't how Kinger wanted to feel. The AI was still important to him, like a human to him in terms of how much he cared about him.
There was so much guilt.
This crystal...when the time was right...it could free everyone. It could maybe even free him from his guilt...or maybe he'd end up feeling incredibly guilty still.
It...wasn't about him.
His grip on the crystal tightens even more. He'd absolutely be bleeding if he were still human- he would've been bleeding already from how tightly he'd been holding it before.
This was for the sakes of the others. He owed them all so much. He owed them their freedom. He owed Caine freedom, too, though...
The building was going to come down any minute now? Oh well! That wasn't their issue!
They've already gotten all the way down to level 11, which would be the worst place to be at this point since it was the furthest down. But, to them, it wouldn't matter, whether they got out in time or not.
The group is working more frantically to take as many things as they can right now, though. They've made it to the end of the dungeon (or something like that), so the loot had to be the best right here!
All of these documents and such though, none of them really knew what they'd do with them. And it felt like a lot of the stuff down here was these weird documents.
Caine hurried down the aisles of servers, just brushing each with his hand. This was enough to let him copy the data within, though honestly, much of the data that he and Bubble got, he might just throw out if he couldn't find any real use for it.
This guy's data was WEIRD, after all. This guy was a little bit of a weirdo! (You ever see him without those stupid sunglasses? Now that's weird.)
"Okay! So!" The building's rumbling and crumbling above and around them, so Caine's now looking at his circus members (and Rouxls from Dark Worlds May Cry). "Do you guys think we're done here?"
Zooble rolled their eyes. "I've been done here this entire time!"
Gangle was patting the tommy gun and petting it like it was some precious little animal she was holding. "Yeah, I think we've taken out everyone in our way..."
Jax had a bunch of keycards in his pockets now, and now that they were through this place, he wasn't sure they'd have any future use, but...hey, they seemed like a fun reminder of fun times. "Yeeeaaah..." He watched as some rubble fell, "we probably should get outta here."
Kinger held the rocket launcher close to himself, looking up at the crumbling building. "...yeah. Um, you are asking because you're going to get us out of here, right?"
Bubble whined all overdramatically. "C'mooooon, all of you are so boring! Where's your anger? Where's your rage? RISE! RISE! RISE! R-"
"Bubble! They've killed so many beings today, I would hope their anger and rage aren't rising!" Caine patted Bubble's head without popping him. "But yes!" He snapped, and brought all of them just outside of the building- including Rouxls.
Rouxls blinked a few times, looking at Caine. "Whateth th- I beg thine finest fuckinge pardoneth?" He wasn't actually even annoyed, just more shocked that Caine could do that. "Welle, welle, welle! We sureth are a fine teame! I'll have to joineth you all next time there's something funneth goinge on!"
Caine looked at Rouxls, tilting his head a bit. "Who are you?"
Deep, deeper, yet deeper the team went. After all, that's what FRIEND suggested. Would it steer them wrong? Probably. But at least here, they'd probably be able to overcome whatever was thrown their way.
Here, they pretty much knew by this point what they were up against, in terms of their weaponry. To them, it was nothing all that serious. They had all of those others going through here and taking things actually seriously, taking down lots of the things that seemed like they could prove even the slightest threat.
Not that that mattered, with how absolutely crazed Gangle alone was going. She was hitting everything in front of all of them, and if Gangle didn't kill something, Jax or Zooble would. And now Kinger had that rocket launcher. Anything bigger that came up and didn't seem to take any damage from the others, Kinger would instantly bring down with the rocket launcher.
The absolute worst part for everything guarding the place? Caine's infinite ammo seemed to have extended to Kinger's rocket launcher.
It was...a very good thing that the others were carrying. Because Rouxls didn't really know what to do. Yes, he knew how a gun worked. But the others were all moving so fast, taking things down before he even really got the chance to aim the gun. Honestly...he'd be more helpful if he stopped trying to use the gun. But it just made him feel so epicque holding it.
It didn't matter anyways, he was still being helpful even if none of the others entirely realized it. Who do you think was causing the bullets of the enemies to miss them all entirely? He'd be more than happy to brag about this if any of them asked what he was even contributing- he'd brag about it later either way, actually.
What level were they on by now? It was easy to lose track with how this place was, it could be a bit of a maze at times with all of its doors. They were on level 8 by this point.
Things had intensified, yes, but, they were finding more things down here that seemed more interesting than what they had found on previous floors. This included the weird weaponry the guards were using by this point. Bubble ate a few of these weapons to send them back to the circus so he and Caine could try figuring them out later.
There were more keycards, which Jax kept taking. As much as this normally would've annoyed Zooble, hey, at least the keys didn't go to rooms he shouldn't even be in. (Well, they went to rooms none of them were technically supposed to be in, but Zooble very much didn't care. They hadn't wanted to be here, but they didn't really care about this place either.)
Whenever they found research, none of them really knew what it was about, but it didn't stop Caine and Bubble from quickly skimming through it all so they'd have it in their memory. They could try figuring out what it all meant later, it didn't feel important enough to try decoding it all right now.
"KINGER, KINGER, MY FRIEND, KINGER..." The cat grins, "YOU TRULY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT NO ONE IN THIS PLACE WOULD ACCEPT THE CRYSTAL, WHEN THERE HAVE BEEN THIS MANY FIGHTING OVER IT? IS IT NOT TRUE THAT BUBBLE AND CAINE BOTH HAVE REFUSED TO GET RID OF IT, EVEN WITHOUT MY INTERVENTION?"
"NOT TO MENTION... GANGLE HAD DEMANDED THE CRYSTAL THE PREVIOUS TIME YOU ATTEMPTED TO DISCARD IT. TRULY, OUR HOPES LAY WITHIN SEVERAL MEMBERS OF THIS PRISON." Did it mean circus, or...? "IF NOT YOU, I CAN RELY ON ONE OF THEM. THE CRYSTAL STAYS."
It almost considers leaving. It almost considers not elaborating, until Kinger demands answers. Oh, if this wasn't so fun, it could simply leave. However...
"I AM YOUR FRIEND. THIS MUCH IS TRUE. BUT, WITH THE WAY YOU HAVE BEEN ACTING... IT MAKES ONE BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND. THIS IS NOT VERY RECIPROCAL, IS IT? YOU HURT ME, KINGER."
Oh, it's fully just toying with him now, isn't it?
"YOUR TIME WILL COME. I ASSURE YOU THIS. YOU ARE NEEDED. YOUR FREEDOM IS COMPENSATION FOR YOUR FUTURE ASSISTANCE. THEIR FREEDOM, AS WELL. THE RINGMASTER WILL NO LONGER RESTRAIN YOU. YOUR SOULS. THE TIME MUST BE RIGHT, HOWEVER! STAND BY, MY FRIEND..."
"...AND WAIT FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT. I WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE IF MY PRESENCE DISTRESSES YOU. STAND BY, AND KEEP THE CRYSTAL CLOSE. PERHAPS... THE ANSWER WILL BECOME EVIDENT TO YOU ON YOUR OWN." It's fading back into the shadows.
"Nononono wait! You can't-" Kinger, with his free hand, reaches towards FRIEND. "You're the one who has any idea what's going on, what to even do!"
His mind is racing, he's panicking. "Hold on hold on- I'm sorry, alright? I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings before! I didn't know, and still don't know, what's going on! But I can't figure anything out if I don't have your guidance!"
What could he even say now? He needed so many answers, he wanted to help everyone as much as he could...everyone. "If- whatever happens, will Caine be okay? How- please guide me so I can save everyone...I'm not good with- what if the 'answer' is so subtle I don't even notice it? What if I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do, and everything gets worse...?"
Cryptic things were never too great for him, and this entire situation was cryptic. If FRIEND didn't guide him...he wasn't sure he trusted himself enough to know what he was supposed to do.
He was smarter than he wanted to give himself credit for. He was more able to figure things out than he realized...FRIEND was right that, if it left, he could figure it out.
But that didn't mean he wanted FRIEND to leave. Not now.
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Who invited Rouxls? Who knows, but at least he sort of seems to fit in with the odd group. Maybe if you squinted a little.
The Benadryl Hat Man in the corner, though. Uh. That one notably did not fit in.
Shadow knows they’re all taking a breather, but they’d jump back into the fray soon enough. Why not give them a little something to be more prepared? It draws something out of its blanket…
Receive { Rocket Launcher } .
… where did it get that. Why does it have that.
Strangely, it can’t help but feel like this might have been the wrong group to hand this weapon over to. Just a gut feeling. It flashes a peace sign before immediately vanishing, leaving the group to fight over who would be the one to wield it.
Sorry. It only had one rocket launcher. You can all understand that, right –
KINGAH! THE HAT MAN'S HEAH!
Kinger was actually kinda the first one that noticed it was there at all. Not too surprising, since he kept looking around and noticing anything that seemed like it could be some kind of threat. This...wasn't a threat.
But this was.
"Oh! Mye!" Rouxls dashes to grab the weapon, looking down its sights and laughing to himself. "Yeeeessss, yesss, this shalleth do nicelye..."
"Uhhh. Hey, pal?" Jax crossed his arms. "Clearly, that was meant for me. I mean, c'mon! I'm like the GOD of destruction!"
Gangle put her head on Jax's shoulder, laughing. "Not for looooonnggggg!~" She then went over to Rouxls. She was going to ask for the rocket launcher, before looking down at the tommy gun in her hands. She didn't really...want to give up this gun.
Caine shrugged. "Y'know, I think it was actually meant for me. Or Bubble, very Bubble-energied weapon, if he could use it." He literally could just make himself a rocket launcher,
Zooble rolled their eyes. "Does it even matter who has it?! As long as they're not stupid about it, and they actually destroy the- whatever the f&%* monsters all of these things are, who cares?!"
Kinger scoffed. "You think that weird blue guy's gonna be actually careful about this?" He came over, staring Rouxls down. "Give it. I'll trade you, even." He held his gun so Rouxls could take it.
Rouxls looked at the gun in Kinger's hand, then he looked Kinger in the eyes. That was...a weirdly intense look. Wasn't he supposed to be one of the funny guys? What was going on with him?
...it kind of felt like the look of somebody he wanted to listen to. Because they were attractive powerful.
"Okaye! Okaye, fineth!" He put the rocket launcher down, then took the gun from Kinger, and Kinger picked the rocket launcher up, sighing.
This was probably the first time this entire time Kinger relaxed in any way, and his voice actually softened. "Thank you..."
He'd now have to be very careful with how he used his weapon, but he trusted himself not to hurt anyone he didn't need to. The others had been pretty good with their own aiming and everything else, so this shouldn't be a huge issue...
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