#pitty things

You cannot fuck Kane Pirate101. If you want to, you're a coward and a pussy all at once. He's shit tier if you really want to be a robofucker.

That day was a rather cloudy one. Almost as if it were going to rain.

It’s almost like that you knew that someone was going to meet their demise. It kept you tense to no end throughout your trip in The Machine- recovering the final map piece to the lavish island of El Dorado.

And here you were, teamed up with the most unlikely ally in all of the Spiral: Kane’s brother, Able.

You were baffled at first— his brother? Out of all the people you could’ve allied with, he had to be the one you’ve teamed up. For all we know it could have been Moo Manchu!

…Jokes aside, he knew about Kane and what his intentions were. And they were indeed grave to how you’ve predicted. Fast forward a month later and now you’re this far deep.

Although all the good things must come to an end.

“Cap'n we finally got the piece!”, Ratbeard cheered as you’ve held the piece that was a connection to El Dorado. “And it seems like we do,” a soft and firm smile was all Able could express- a clockwork expressing emotions was rare. But what else do you expect if a abiotic thing possesses the heart of El Dorado?

As you, Able and the crew make leave from the epitome of a death star, Old Scratch piped up from behind, “Cap'n my cap'n, I fear the one of the gear fiends have not ceased yet. It be bad mojo lingering.“

You hear gears whirring in the back and a voice box groan; yeah, that was quite unholy. "How in the fuck,” one of your crewmates mumbled under their breaths as seeing the resurgence of Kane.

“My, close-minded as always, young pirate.” You brandished your rapier, ready to fight the devil once more before Able steps in. “Dear Pirate, I suggest you to leave. Now.”

At first your instincts blinded you, hesitating you to leave. But nonetheless you leave them be- personal feud was ought to be handled. And so you and the crew were now the audience.

The sound of swords clashing together still kept you at bay and unease, chipping you of your patience as glimpsing Able’s slippery moves. Just one more wrong move and a saber into the chest would be his unlikely demise.

And it was to your intrusive thoughts that it came true.

You could hear the unbearing sound of wires and metal being plunged into and crunched as well, like eating into a sucker. Oil bled onto the saber that Kane held and what impaled Able. You- everyone- was in aghast of the ally clockwork’s demise.

“What an abomination that my creator has creator has crafted,” he spat out as exchanging glances with Able’s now lifeless eyes. He shanked out the saber from the chest and began to approach the pirate.

You were both terrified and angered— the remaining crew then brandished their weapons and were ready to dismantle the clockwork commander.