MPC 54A - Filicide
Sept 13, 2018 17:42:42 GMT
Post by Mae on Sept 13, 2018 17:42:42 GMT
MPC Name: Filicide
MPC Number: 54A - Face Your Fear
Reward Requested: Posts, please.
The Spyware Caverns were a terrible place to get lost in.
This was the first and thus far only coherent thought that crossed the Meicoomon’s mind as she quite simply ran for her life. She had forgotten what she was running from this time, but if it had instilled alarm to this degree then it simply could not have been anything good. Fortunately, or unfortunately, whichever it was was up to the reader to decide?
Mae’s flight had come to an end. Abruptly. For she was now within a wide open dead end of the caverns. A room covered in white crystals lining the ceiling with something dug out at the far end.
At the center lay an empty, white outfit that looked to belong to a Sorcermon. It had been here for a while, given how decayed and ragged it seemed. The elements of the cave had truly taken their toll on that.
“I...W-Where am I supposed to…” Mae mumbled, her words were a little slurred. Jittery in nature. Oh god, where was she to hide here?
As she had begun to proceed forward, putting a paw in front of the other? A harsh wind blew across the room, sending Mae herself flying forth and into the wall, before a dark haze engulfed the tunnel before, and the chamber itself.
“Cornered.” That voice. A raspy, glitchy, distorted, text-to-speech mess of a voice. “Cornered. And about to expire. That is you at this moment. Mistake.”
“M-My name is Ma-” “You don’t have a name. You were never worthy of a name. ” By now, there were footsteps, heavy ones, coming into the room. Their owner? Why, a Grademon, of course.
Yet this one was not as one may think. Where there was golden armor, there was wicked purple armor. Where there was a royal blue mantle? There was a tattered, red cloak that meant little, if anything at all.
This was no Golden Meteor. “My hunt ends now. This has gone on for far too long, Enragement Child.” It continued, raising it’s blade as it stepped forward. “I’m about to have the time of my fucking life.”
This was not the first time Mae had done this song and dance, unfortunately. Though, that may have been implied earlier. She was vaguely aware of what this person was but she had zero idea why it hated her or wanted her dead. All she really knew was that it terrified her. The figure swung it’s blade downward in an overhead strike, and the Meicoomon instinctively leapt out of the way.
Unfortunately, she had to stay and fight. And fighting this thing was...scary. Especially when it whirled around to take another swing. “Enragement Child. You damned trojan. Stay still.” To which Mae had only one ironic quip to say in return. She extended her hands as tendrils with...gattling guns at the end of them extended from her wrists. “...Inhale my lead, enragement warrior.”
With that, the Meicoomon opened fire, data-bullets roaring forth from the spinning barrels of the guns until a fine smokescreen covered the area where the Grademon had been. Mae promptly turned tail to make a break for it when a shockwave of what seemed to be displaced air from something knocked her off balance. “I shall strike you down with divine retribution wrought from the souls of th--” “Shut UP!” The warrior had been cut off by the Meicoomon standing back up and bursting with a sinister red aura, her features gaining distinctly more feral qualities such as a mane, and actual claws.
“THIS IS A SIGN THAT I MUST RIP AND TEAR THE EVERLOVING SHIT OF YOU. I SHALL STRIKE YOU DOWN WITH UNHOLY RETRIBUTION WROUGHT FROM MY WELL OF FURY, YOU FUCKCABINET.”
This prompted an honest to god bloodcurdling and ear-piercing roar that was more similar to a screech than anything from the Grademon, who drew his other sword as the Meicoomon leapt at him, murder in her eyes as her red claws sparked with power that one might assume was stolen. Power that one could assume was built off the blood of the debatably innocent.
Hey.
You think this is going to end nicely, don’t you? That this is a happy ending about a cat facing her fear, right?
I regret to say that this is not the case.
Because Mae’s leap, with power blazing through her claw, did not find any purchase. Rather, she found herself skewered. Skewered upon the Grademon’s blades. Blades that he promptly yanked out horizontally. To say this was painful was...a little bit of an understatement. “Get crunk.”
Now, something interesting to note. Vicious Triggered Meicoomon only came up to Grademon’s knee. Grademon raised his leg above the fallen would-be predator, and…
Mae woke up.
Actually, woke up is a bit of an incorrect statement. It’s more she jolted awake with a yelp, her fur in a mess and the inside of her tent in...a bigger mess. “...Oh. Another one…” A nightmare. A terrible one, at that. She had even digivolved in her sleep. Guh. “...Why are things like this?” She wondered aloud to herself. Was this some sort of cosmic joke? Was she cursed? Did she really do something bad to be hunted by that...that thing?
That question would continue to nag at the cat as she swiftly packed her camp up and kept moving. She had to. Or else that thing would catch up to her and actually maybe kill her. Not delete. Deletion would mean she’d be allowed to live again, really.
No, Mae felt like if the warrior had been allowed to corner her, she’d never see the light of day again, nor feel the warmth of life. There were no doubts about that.
She also doubted she’d ever be able to get over this alone. Yet, how would you face something like that alone? When so many were already against you? Well...Maybe she needed friends. Where would one such as herself go to find those…?
She didn’t have time for this. Mae set off with haste.
MPC Number: 54A - Face Your Fear
Reward Requested: Posts, please.
The Spyware Caverns were a terrible place to get lost in.
This was the first and thus far only coherent thought that crossed the Meicoomon’s mind as she quite simply ran for her life. She had forgotten what she was running from this time, but if it had instilled alarm to this degree then it simply could not have been anything good. Fortunately, or unfortunately, whichever it was was up to the reader to decide?
Mae’s flight had come to an end. Abruptly. For she was now within a wide open dead end of the caverns. A room covered in white crystals lining the ceiling with something dug out at the far end.
At the center lay an empty, white outfit that looked to belong to a Sorcermon. It had been here for a while, given how decayed and ragged it seemed. The elements of the cave had truly taken their toll on that.
“I...W-Where am I supposed to…” Mae mumbled, her words were a little slurred. Jittery in nature. Oh god, where was she to hide here?
As she had begun to proceed forward, putting a paw in front of the other? A harsh wind blew across the room, sending Mae herself flying forth and into the wall, before a dark haze engulfed the tunnel before, and the chamber itself.
“Cornered.” That voice. A raspy, glitchy, distorted, text-to-speech mess of a voice. “Cornered. And about to expire. That is you at this moment. Mistake.”
“M-My name is Ma-” “You don’t have a name. You were never worthy of a name. ” By now, there were footsteps, heavy ones, coming into the room. Their owner? Why, a Grademon, of course.
Yet this one was not as one may think. Where there was golden armor, there was wicked purple armor. Where there was a royal blue mantle? There was a tattered, red cloak that meant little, if anything at all.
This was no Golden Meteor. “My hunt ends now. This has gone on for far too long, Enragement Child.” It continued, raising it’s blade as it stepped forward. “I’m about to have the time of my fucking life.”
This was not the first time Mae had done this song and dance, unfortunately. Though, that may have been implied earlier. She was vaguely aware of what this person was but she had zero idea why it hated her or wanted her dead. All she really knew was that it terrified her. The figure swung it’s blade downward in an overhead strike, and the Meicoomon instinctively leapt out of the way.
Unfortunately, she had to stay and fight. And fighting this thing was...scary. Especially when it whirled around to take another swing. “Enragement Child. You damned trojan. Stay still.” To which Mae had only one ironic quip to say in return. She extended her hands as tendrils with...gattling guns at the end of them extended from her wrists. “...Inhale my lead, enragement warrior.”
With that, the Meicoomon opened fire, data-bullets roaring forth from the spinning barrels of the guns until a fine smokescreen covered the area where the Grademon had been. Mae promptly turned tail to make a break for it when a shockwave of what seemed to be displaced air from something knocked her off balance. “I shall strike you down with divine retribution wrought from the souls of th--” “Shut UP!” The warrior had been cut off by the Meicoomon standing back up and bursting with a sinister red aura, her features gaining distinctly more feral qualities such as a mane, and actual claws.
“THIS IS A SIGN THAT I MUST RIP AND TEAR THE EVERLOVING SHIT OF YOU. I SHALL STRIKE YOU DOWN WITH UNHOLY RETRIBUTION WROUGHT FROM MY WELL OF FURY, YOU FUCKCABINET.”
This prompted an honest to god bloodcurdling and ear-piercing roar that was more similar to a screech than anything from the Grademon, who drew his other sword as the Meicoomon leapt at him, murder in her eyes as her red claws sparked with power that one might assume was stolen. Power that one could assume was built off the blood of the debatably innocent.
Hey.
You think this is going to end nicely, don’t you? That this is a happy ending about a cat facing her fear, right?
I regret to say that this is not the case.
Because Mae’s leap, with power blazing through her claw, did not find any purchase. Rather, she found herself skewered. Skewered upon the Grademon’s blades. Blades that he promptly yanked out horizontally. To say this was painful was...a little bit of an understatement. “Get crunk.”
Now, something interesting to note. Vicious Triggered Meicoomon only came up to Grademon’s knee. Grademon raised his leg above the fallen would-be predator, and…
Mae woke up.
Actually, woke up is a bit of an incorrect statement. It’s more she jolted awake with a yelp, her fur in a mess and the inside of her tent in...a bigger mess. “...Oh. Another one…” A nightmare. A terrible one, at that. She had even digivolved in her sleep. Guh. “...Why are things like this?” She wondered aloud to herself. Was this some sort of cosmic joke? Was she cursed? Did she really do something bad to be hunted by that...that thing?
That question would continue to nag at the cat as she swiftly packed her camp up and kept moving. She had to. Or else that thing would catch up to her and actually maybe kill her. Not delete. Deletion would mean she’d be allowed to live again, really.
No, Mae felt like if the warrior had been allowed to corner her, she’d never see the light of day again, nor feel the warmth of life. There were no doubts about that.
She also doubted she’d ever be able to get over this alone. Yet, how would you face something like that alone? When so many were already against you? Well...Maybe she needed friends. Where would one such as herself go to find those…?
She didn’t have time for this. Mae set off with haste.
