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Just a bunch of Murder Game-related lore that involves Jason Voorhees/Blazblue/Unoffical Sentai/Touhou, etc.
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Stepping through the portal and coming through the other side, a part of Jason regretted not having murdered Herbert while he had his hands on him. But he figured he could always track down the scientist and slaughter him for thinking he could try to control him like some kind of puppet.
He was also out of his element with this new location. It didn't seem like Crystal Lake or even New York at all. It just seemed alien to Jason. But Herbert didn't matter, the setting didn't matter.
Because for now, he had much bigger prey to catch. Letting out a small grunt to catch Hazama's attention, Jason's entire body shook with ragged breaths here and there as he stared down the man he knew he was destined to kill from the moment Hazama first insulted him.
Now, it was the time to finally go through on that feeling. Which was why Jason wasted no time in picking up his stride towards Hazama with his machete raised, poised to strike.
Ikaruga. Great, of all places he ended up in this ninja dump.
"Wonderful. At least it's a recognizable location, I suppose. Now, wh-"
A grunt. A rather familiar grunt. One he'd hoped to never hear again back in his home dimension. Hazama turned around to see Jason, who'd decided to follow him instead of returning to his home. Wherever that was. Probably some sort of garbage dump or something.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in! Missed me so much you just had to come with? Sorry, but I can't be taking care of dolls at the moment. Daddy has more important matters to see to. But, perhaps, I can put you to sleep. Permanently."
With his power fully restored, he had no qualms with finally putting this puppet to rest. He leaped backwards and threw out a few knives at Jason's feet, trying to stop him in his tracks.
Unfortunately for Jason, being undead gave him superhuman strength and durability. What it didn't give him was lighting quick reflexes. As the knives tore into his boots and into his feet, black blood began to drip out from the bottom of his shoes.
Glancing down at the knives, Jason glanced back at Hazama and moved to raise his foot. The knives tore through rotten muscle and sinew as Jason practically mutilated his feet ripping his feet free of the knives.
But if Hazama thought that would deter him, then he was a fool. Reaching down to grab one of the knives, he'd seek to hurl it back at Hazama. One might not think it when looking at someone like Jason and it was true that death had slowed him down. But he still had good aim as his knife throw towards Hazama's chest would try to show.
"Heh."
Hazama adjusted his tie as he admired his handiwork. Slow. Too slow. With that kind of speed he could play around with his prey all-
Shink
The knife hadn't managed to pierce Hazama, but catching it with his bare hand wasn't exactly comfortable. He threw it off to the side with a grunt, his smirk disappearing.
"Oh, alright. I see how it is. I was going to play nice with you. Slowly grind every bone in your body into dust after cutting you into little bite-sized chunks. But no! No more Mr. Nice Guy!"
A green aura surrounded Hazama as he took off his hat and his hair began to stand up. "Let me show you the power of the Azure! Code S. O. L… Activate, BlazBlue!" A whirring noise could be heard as he began to use the power of the Azure Grimoire.
"Now, let's see you handle this!"
Hazama launched Ouroboros at Jason. Whether the chain connected or not, he flung himself forward with it, lashing out with a kick as he closed in.
Jason's blank expression didn't seem to change, even hidden as it was behind his hockey mask. He seemed just as eager to rip Hazama a new one as he had been before. What he hadn't expected however was the chain to lash out at him like it did. Taking a swing at it with his machete, Jason sought to knock the chain of course.
This however wouldn't stop Hazama from getting close enough to attempt the kick however. His foot very clearly colided with the side of Jason's head and cracked his hockey mask something fierce. But the zombie managed to stay up on his feet and he reached out to try and grab Hazama's foot before he could retract it.
He may not have had anything close to the speed and reflexes that Hazama had. But when his prey was close enough like this, when did reflexes matter?
He'd hold the machete up in his other hand as he tried to slice Hazama from groin to stomach.
"Hurts, doesn't it?!"
The feeling of his foot against Jason's face, or at least the mask in front of it, was euphoric. The plastic cracking against the sole of his foot, landing his attack without Jason even being able to block it. But there was one problem.
It didn't knock Jason back at all.
He was about to turn around to launch a second kick when he felt a grip on his foot.
Hazama launched Ouroboros upwards to pull himself away from the swing, but he still got himself a slice across the shin.
"Die already!"
Coming back down with a more powerful kick, he attempted to crash down onto Jason's collarbone.
Jason's body shuddered as the foot crashed into his collarbone and Jason even let out a pained gasp as the bone shattered and his machete clattered to the ground. But the zombie had taken much worse damage before and this was no exception. Reaching out with his other hand, he'd seek to grip tightly onto Hazama's foot and swing the bastard around before throwing him near the closest building.
Once he did so, he'd glance down at his shattered collarbone as it poked through the surface of his rotten flesh. Gripping onto it, he'd shift it back into place with a sickening crack here and there.
Reaching down to pick up the machete, Jason stalked towards Hazama as he raised the machete to strike Hazama down. Hopefully once and for all!
Excellent. Progress was being made and results were showing. Seemed even the dead could feel a little pain, hm? But close combat wasn't working out for Hazama as the undead threw him towards a nearby building.
Upon landing, he stood up and dusted himself off.
"Keh! Don't underestimate me!"
But the fight wasn't going well for him. No lasting damage had been done and he was slowly being worn down. What would it take to keep this freak down?
The machete swing was slow. To Hazama, anyway. He simply raised one of his knives to block it, then he could easily follow up. But there was a miscalculation on his part.
The machete cleaved right through Hazama's knife and into his arm.
"Uraaah!! Time to die, pest!"
Trying to shove away Jason's arm with his other, not slashed arm, Hazama then used the power of the Azure to summon up serpents of darkness to strike down the masked foe.
Finally! Hazama had done so much jumping around that Jason was actually growing annoyed at all the effort he was having to put in to try and get a hit on him.
Once the machete finally hit flesh however, Jason tore it out and prepared for another strike. Only to be taken aback as the serpents appeared and lashed out at him.
One of them managed to remove Jason's machete hand and left the machete soaring through the air as a result. The other two tore a huge hole into the zombie's chest cavity and the last one sent Jason flying back after tearing a chunk out of his hockey mask and his lower jaw.
Jason's body hit the ground with a colossal thud and the sickly looking black ooze that constituted as Jason's blood continued to pool out of the stub where his hand had once been as his machete lay nearby. But just as Leatherface, Ash Williams, and even Freddy Krueger himself failed to learn.
Jason was like a force of nature in how impeccable he came off as. His fingers dug into the ground as he sat up, revealing just what Hazama had done to his face. The rotten flesh had been scraped away by the serpent's attack leaving only bone behind and thus Jason's face was stuck in a permanent gaping position.
Raising his bleeding stump to his face, Jason used his remaining hand to pop a crick out of his neck and think about how he was going to handle this. He wasn't down by any stretch of the imagination but his plan to murder Hazama would go a lot smoother if he wasn't bleeding like this.
Suddenly, an idea struck Jason and he'd reach for his machete. But he wasn't intending to use it on Hazama just yet. He'd hover the hilt of the blade over his stump before ramming the hilt of the machete into the decayed flesh of the stump. Once he had got it firmly wedged into place, it seemed to staunch the bleeding and it also looked nice in Jason's opinion.
Rising back to his feet, he'd pop another crack out of his neck as he stared Hazama down. Armed with a machete where his hand used to be and a nasty looking hole on his torso where the serpent had taken a bite out of him.
"You are a massive pain in the ass! But you know? You make just the perfect punching bag. But a good little baggie should learn when to stay down!"
A great amount of damage had been dealt, it seemed, but as expected it was still bordering on impossible to truly keep him down. He hadn't met something this irritatingly persistent very often.
As Jason gave himself a little machete hand, Hazama started laughing and clapping.
"Great job! Great job, freak show! Ever thought of going to the circus? It might be a more lucrative business decision. But don't worry! Soon, you won't have to make any decisions at all! Because you'll be dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD!!!"
He lashed out with the chain, but this time simply using it as a projectile weapon rather than a movement option. Getting and staying close with Jason proved to be a rather stupid idea.
Hazama's words might as well have been gibberish for all the good it did him. Jason continued to make his approach forward with his machete still wedged firmly in his stump. Jason did note that he liked to talk a lot it seemed. Just like Freddy and that Williams man did. Jason didn't share the same inclination to run his mouth. Best to just get things done and move on.
But while Jason didn't express it outwards all of the wounds Hazama had inflicted upon him were taking their toll. It's just due to Jason's blank expression that it didn't really come across that way. But his decomposing body already had enough trouble holding itself together. Being mutilated by chains and serpents didn't really make things any easier.
As the chain tore through Jason's chest, it'd come out through the back and stopped Jason right in his tracks as he glanced down at the chain currently impaling him.
Leaning forward onto the chain, Jason coughed up wads of black bile onto the chain and the ground and his body shuddered. But he couldn't falter. Not while Hazama was still so close.
Gripping onto the chain with his good hand, Jason sought to rip it out of him and continued towards Hazama just as he had been doing. Only he had a nasty looking chain-shaped hole on his chest, nestled right above the chunk of flesh that was missing due to Hazama's serpents.
Hazama hadn't thought much of Jason. Slow, lumbering, stupid, he was just a prime target for pinning any crimes on given his appearance and nature. But as he tore chunk after chunk out of Jason, he couldn't even be sure the killer was human. He'd seen powerful beings before, but if they were to have cavities like these opened up they'd be in serious trouble.
This...thing was more akin to some monster in its insistence on killing him.
And Hazama wasn't fond of that idea. Opening up a portal behind him, he unleashed another barrage of serpents at Jason.
"Unholy Wrath…of the Basilisk! Hehe hehe hehe hyahahahaha!!!"
He couldn't afford to play around in his attacks, even if he would always take the time to mock or laugh at his opponent. However, eventually even the sturdiest tank would fall, especially with Hazama as its opponent.
Once Jason had finally closed the distance between him and Hazama once more, he raised his machete arm as he sought to decapitate Hazama and bring this whole horrid affair to an end. But yet again he'd be delayed as Hazama unleashed a series of blows upon him. Which didn't really deter Jason so much as what came next.
The quick series of blow after blow knocked Jason back until he was eventually scooped off his feet and sent colliding through a building wall and out the other side. Leaving a huge cloud of smoke in his path. As the smoke finally began to clear, the sight that Hazama might have desired the most was finally before him.
Jason was laid out flat on his back with even more chunks of flesh torn away from his body and fractured ribs, some of them even tearing through Jason's side to protrude to the surface. His mask still stayed on somehow but his eye was closed indicating that either he'd been knocked out or Hazama had done the impossible and killed the unkillable serial killer.
But the reality was that Jason was in a state in between death and life at the moment. He hadn't been expecting something on the scale of Hazama's last attack and with his body working overtime to heal what it could, already dealing with the loss of a limb, it'd been enough to put Jason in shock temporally. But he wasn't sure if he'd be able to get back up fast enough to catch Hazama.
Would his mother be disappointed in him? Would she think him a bad boy for failing to kill Hazama like he kept telling himself he would? He didn't want his mommy to be mad at him. She was the only person he cared for and the only one who had the power to order Jason Voorhees around.
Well, that and a certain little girl who's voice rang out in Jason's mind as he struggled to get up.
"J-Jason..? You're not going to let Mister Hazama win are you? You showed me a lot of things during our short time together! That appearances can be deceiving for one. You may look scary and you may hurt people like Mr. West and Mister Hazama said but I know that deep down within your black heart, you've still some kindness. Why else would have you been so gentle with me as you were? I-It pains me to see you like this! So get up Jason! Get up and show Mister Hazama what you're really made of!"
That was all the motivation Jason needed. His body began to shift and his eye shot open behind the remnants of his mask.
Staggering to his feet, Jason's body was now a mess of exposed and shattered bones and just splotches of black blood coating his jacket/shirt and the two gaping holes on his upper torso from Hazama's assault.
The slasher may have doubted himself for a moment, however brief it may have been. But Aya's words even if they were just in his head were al Jason needed to get back to what he'd been trying to do: Kill Hazama. Keeping his machete arm at the ready once he got close to him yet again. Hazama could knock him down over and over but as far as Jason was concerned, he'd never stay down.
It seemed with that last attack that Hazama had finally done it. The serial killer was down for the count. It was too bad there weren't any screams of agony, but with the silent treatment Jason gave everyone that was to be expected.
But that didn't mean it wasn't worth a shot. Hazama calmly began to stride over to the fallen, decaying body.
"Now, now, you haven't gone and died on me yet, have you? Come on, stand up! I haven't finished with you just yet! Oh no, I have loads more in store for you! What's wrong? Don't you hate me?Despise me? Well I just might have to thank you! Ol' Raggy might even become unnecessary with you around! Oh, but that's a story for another time."
Taking his time, the green-haired man still hadn't quite reached the site, though the smoke had cleared fully by now. Hazama very well may have continued talking, until Jason rose from the "dead" once more, and he frowned.
He'd wanted to Jason to still be alive so he could torture him slowly. Not actually still be able to get up and fight back. Who went this far over a little grudge, like, seriously?!
Well, if that was how it was, that was how it was. Instead of initiating the offensive, Hazama chose to ready himself for Jason's next attack.
"Now then..."
Jason didn't see any need to waste any time with idle taunts. He took action and seeing Hazama's frown, Jason could figure out the thoughts behind that. He'd seen it before on Freddy Krueger's face when Jason finally confronted him in the real world.
Walking forward with the same slow methodical gait that he always used, he'd wait until he got close enough to Hazama as he raised his machete arm.
"..."
Swinging the machete downwards, he sought to try and slice Hazama's head right down the middle. No talk, no taunts. Just death.
Hazama had figured it'd be something like this. Though undying, Jason didn't seem to have much variety to his attacks, only being capable of swinging his machete about. Moving from his stance, he ducked low and swiped at Jason's legs.
Whether Jason managed to move out of the way or not, Hazama wasn't done yet. Whirling around, he began to stand up and launched his foot right at Jason's chin with all of his strength, an energy pillar ascending towards the sky with it.
His usual smirk returned to his face as he shouted, "This may sting a bit… Serpent's Infernal Rapture!"
Jason relied on his durability to get him through most of the trouble his would be 'final girls' put him through. Be it smashing a TV over his head, whacking him upside the head with his own machete, or even clawing his eyes out with your razor sharp knife glove. Which in turn meant that most of his 'fighting' skills were just fueled with sheer brute force as an undead goliath didn't need finesse.
Hazama's attack towards his legs however did get a reaction out of Jason as he stepped back. But the kick to the and following pillar of energy sent Jason flying up into the air once again. His mouth still affixed in that shocked gape as he crashed back down into the ground-hard enough to leave a indent.
Having landed on his stomach, Hazama could see the ware and tear the battle had left on Jason from the back with vertebrae exposed and various back muscles. Some of which had been torn away either by Hazama's repeated attacks or just Jason's strenuous over-use of them.
But in the mix of it all, Jason had lost his hockey mask yet again as it laid nearby. Having fallen off Jason's face after Hazama had kicked him in the face.
But Hazama could still see Jason's body rise up in conjunction with the zombie's ragged breathing. Digging his machete arm into the ground, Jason began to pull himself towards Hazama out of desperation. Even when his body was running on empty, he couldn't let Hazama just run away.
But as he reached out to grip onto Hazama's pant leg, Jason's attention was dragged to the skies above as it seemed a series of black storm clouds were begining to roll in. Normally, something as menial as changing weather wouldn't have garnered much of Jason's attention. But something about these clouds felt different.
As it turned out? He was right. A crack of thunder roared out and a lightning bolt soared down towards Hazama and Jason. If Hazama had the smarts to leap away before the bolt actually managed to touch down, it would have slammed into Jason, the electricity running through his machete and into his body.
Jason's body literally lit up as his innards were made even more visible by the lightning illuminating him. But just as it had done when it brought Jason back from the realm of the dead, it fueled the zombie with power, re-charging him in a way.
Jason felt re-invigorated! Almost as if the wounds Hazama had inflicted had never happened! But he knew this would only be a temporary feeling of euphoria. If he didn't end this bout now, the feeling would gradually fade away and Jason's net of wounds would catch up with him and the zombie would not be able to go any further.
Which is why he'd rip the machete out of his stump and with precision aiming, he sought to fling the blade with as much force as he could muster to try and impale Hazama through the stomach. The zombie had some doubts it'd actually finish him off. But it'd hopefully stop him from jumping around and let Jason get in close before his rush faded away.
Hazama just scoffed as Jason grabbed onto his pant leg.
"Now, what exactly do you plan to do in that kind of state, hm? You're outmatched and outclassed. But hey, you made me work up quite the sweat, so good for you, I suppose. I've had enough fun for now, though, and a broken toy like you isn't worth much. So! Time to say good...huh?"
As the lightning strike came down, Hazama deftly hopped out of the way. Of all the things to stop him, it was lightning? Tch, and he'd wanted to deliver the final blow himself.
Well, there was no way Jason had survived that, beaten down as he was. Hazama tuned around and began to walk away. At least, until he heard a rather disgusting, fleshy noise. Turning around to see what it was, a machete was flying right at him!
It was too late to react and the machete plunged itself right into Jason's intended target.
"Gack..."
Hazama coughed up a little blood, clutching his stomach.
"You...little...shit..."
With his new injury, Hazama wasn't exactly feeling up to hopping around. Instead he'd play the waiting game again, see if he could counter Jason one more time and hopefully put him down for good this time
At that precise moment upon seeing his machete hit home, Jason did the unthinkable and actually taunted Hazama. Raising his hand up, he'd hold a single finger out and wagged it sternly in Hazama's direction. As if to mock him for being so off guard that he got hit by the machete yet again.
But Jason didn't wish to waste any more time on something as non-satisfying as taunting. Seeking to close the distance between him and Hazama as quickly as he could muster, his remaining hand lashed out to grab Hazama by the leg and hoist him above his head.
He'd then seek to smash Hazama down hard enough to crack the ground itself as Jason's eye narrowed in anger.
Once Hazama ceased making cries of pain loud enough for Jason to hear or Jason's energy rush from sudden bolt of lightning, whichever came first. Jason sought to toss him roughly to the ground.
But he wasn't done with Hazama quite yet. He still had something to retrieve. Gripping his machete, he ripped it out of Hazama's chest and shakily turned his massive frame to try and walk off as his body was having a hard time coping with all the injuries he had sustained in this long drawn out bout. But it had finally been done. Hazama was dead(as far as Jason knew anyway)and now he could finally rest.
Before Jason could take another step further however, he'd hear a voice. Was it a civilian who had seen the battle? Would he have to kill them as well? No, there was no doubt in his mind. He could kill someone who made the mistake of-
-WHAM!-
The punch sent Jason skidding back across the ground and his machete flew in the air. Landing on the ground next to him, Jason struggled to rise back up as whoever had attacked him drew closer. There seemed to be some kind clockwork-like arm moving from within his cloak that confused Jason.
Noticing the look on Jason's face, the man snapped his fingers and the hand lashed out to grip Jason and pin his arms to his sides and bring him to his knees.
"Leaving so soon and after such a demonstration like that. Not many can stand against Yuki Terumi like you did. But yet here you are, with wounds that'd kill a mortal man ten times over. Still you walk as if nothing was the matter. That's...quite interesting. But I cannot quite understand what sort of creature you are." He'd kneel down and tilted his head as he looked over Jason's grotesque and decomposing face.
"You don't seem like you'll last much longer in your current state. Holes large enough for me to stick my hand through and a missing limb. That said, I'm quite interested to seeing how much more you can endure.." The man said as he'd drag Jason along the ground with him and looking over Hazama's bruised and battered form, the man smiled.
"Hello Hazama."
Ever since his bout with Hazama ended with the collossal serial killer and Hazama down for the count, both of them had been absconded by none other than Relius Clover. What intentions did he have for the two? That was what Jason wondered as his one eye slowly fluttered open and he glanced around his surroundings. It seemed like some kind of lab or something with how white it was. He'd been taken to the doctor when he was still a boy, still human and he'd been to the morgue more times than anyone should be. But this place was a new one for him and why was he here again? The last thing he could recall was smashing Hazama into the ground after managing to stab him in the gut with his machete.
Then everything after that was black. Nothing much could be recalled in the zombie's memory. That was until he noticed that he seemed to be shackled down to some kind of table. Similar to how his 'corpse' had been strapped down back in the aforementioned morgue visits. But those were measly velcro straps, easily destroyed by his monster-like strength. Whatever material made up these restraints was one Jason hadn't come across however as he struggled to wrestle free from it.
Try as hard as he might, Jason's strength didn't seem like it'd be doing him any favors at the moment. Except for making him even angrier that he had no answers as to why he was in this place strapped down to a table! But it seemed like Jason would be receiving something, he just might not have liked what he got. Glancing upwards, Jason's eye narrowed in wariness as a monitor lowered and an image appeared on it.
Was..Was that his hockey mask? It looked so different, yet so similar. He knew the last one he had was destroyed during his fight with Hazama, having been torn apart and left by Jason on the battlefield. Leaving Jason's grotesque face on full display with his lower jaw having decayed to the point where no muscle remained, leaving Jason's face semi-frozen in a open mouthed grimace which only seemed more menacing with just bone exposed.
His head was also a dark purple, likely the result of dried up blood pooling in Jason's misshapen head over the years he'd been nothing more than a walking corpse with a few stray wispy white strands of hair littered here and there on his skull. But still Jason did not understand. Why was this new mask being shown to him? More importantly, who was showing it to him??
Noticing the confused look upon Jason's features, a voice sounded out through the lab and began speaking to Jason over the intercom situated in the room.
"Ah, you woke up sooner than I expected. Given how badly your body had been damaged I would have expected your recovery time would have taken at least another two weeks at the most. Yet, here you are taking in your surroundings in naught but a week. I suppose it should have been expected from someone with your...'unique' body composition. Most people don't survive holes torn through their chests or continue to fight as savagely as you did after the loss of a limb. In fact after countless tests, it seems your internal organs are there for nothing more than display. But despite not pumping any blood your heart continues to beat. Something I can't quite understand yet. Is it merely going through the paces of before you became the entity you are now? Or is their something more to it?"
Jason wasn't the most well-spoken conversationalist and if the voice belonged to the one who had captured him? That didn't make him any more eager to explain why his wicked black heart continued to beat despite Jason's blood having dried up ages ago. All it seemed to do was enrage the undead murderer as he resumed the struggle against his binds yet again. This only seemed to garner a chuckle from Relius as the sound of a button presumably being pressed could have been heard over the intercom, briefly confusing Jason. The confusion soon receded back into anger as a slot in the ceiling opened up and a metallic hand holding a syringe lowered and jabbed the needle into Jason's neck and pushed the plunger, filling Jason with what seemed to be some kind of chrome like liquid.
At the same time the image on the monitor changed. No longer was the futuristic looking mask on view, but an x-ray of Jason's body with highlighted spots meant to represent the various wounds he had gained from his battle with Hazama. Jason didn't understand again why Relius was showing this to him but that was more to do with the zombie's simple mind than anything else.
"I figured that you wouldn't be all that responsive to an offer for conversation, but that's fine. You most likely won't understand but the reason I've brought you here? I watched your entire bout with Hazama and it occurred to me that only once did you falter in your resolve to strike him down, all the while grievous injury after injury continued to occur to you. So I ran a full body diagnostics and realized that your body seemed to be healing itself. Even your severed arm was slowly but surely on the path to becoming whole. However, it's quite obvious that your body is not used to all of the wear and tear that someone as powerful as Hazama is capable of putting it through. Therefore your body's working overtime to compensate for the enormous amount of injuries that you have. But I believe I've discovered a way to work around this as you'll be seeing in..Oh, a few seconds."
Unsure of just about everything that Relius had dumped onto him, Jason figured the reason that no matter what people did to him, he'd get up was due to his mother's words.
"No matter what they do to you, you will not die! You can never die!"
Keeping that in mind, Jason was convinced that he'd break these restraints eventually. Then he'd track down the voice/man who had captured him and make him pay. From there he'd have to find a way back to Crystal Lake. For whatever this place was, it certainly wasn't his home. Just then Jason's body began to convulse as he could feel what felt like millions of microscopic entities coursing throughout his body, destroying rotten tissue and replacing it with a shiny metallic substance instead. Was this what had been inside that needle?! What was happening to him?! The table nearly toppled over from how much Jason was lashing out as the nanobots designed by Relius continued to do their job. Which was to replace as much of Jason's decomposed tissue that was too far gone to heal and replace it with something far more durable.
Glancing down at his body, he'd see the arm that had been lopped off by one of Hazama's attacks was covered in millions-perhaps billions of the machines as a new arm was being formed and the metal-like substance was quickly spreading over his entire left side, although leaving some muscle tissue exposed here and there. But the nanobots did not stop at Jason's body, they continued upwards and a mask began forming around Jason's face, with the zombie unable to do anything but shake his head from side to side like a wild animal pressed into a corner. It was to no avail however as the mask continued to form, spreading around Jason's head until it fused together into one solid structure that fit over the murderer's head. Having kept his eye closed this entire time, Jason finally opened them as the nanobots seemed to have finished their work. But whereas Jason had become so accustomed to seeing out of only one eye due to Tommy Jarvis destroying the other on account of lobbing Jason in the side of the head with his own machete, he had regained the sensation of double-vision.
Glancing down at his newly-changed body, it seemed the right half of his body was still flesh and blood. Just as Jason preferred it though the organs once again were there more out of force of habit than serving a function anymore at this point in Jason's unlife. The left half however had removed as much ruined/decomposed flesh as possible and left Jason with an almost cyborg like halve. Glancing up at the monitor once more, Jason's eyes slowly narrowed once more as Relius finally put himself onto the monitor to speak to Jason directly.
"Doesn't that feel better? To not drag yourself around this world with bits and pieces of rotting flesh falling from your person? You've been upgraded so to speak and have regained that which your body could not work fast enough to recover. Such as your arm, the holes in your mid-section and even your missing eye. But their's still so much for us to learn.."
Turning the monitor's feed off on his end, Jason or rather Jason X was left to his own devices. He had previously been consumed by an urge to track down Relius and murder him and possibly Hazama as well if he wasn't already dead. Now, everything seemed so distorted and distant in his memories. For example, he could vaguely recall the image of a small girl smiling at him. But what relevance did this have in his memories and who was this child?
More to the point, why wasn't she dead? It seemed the nanobots had taken more of an initiative while 'upgrading' Jason from his decomposing husk of a body and messed with his mind as well, leaving memories jumbled around, images of people or places he recalled were left without names to attach to them. At least for the moment and Jason's previous inhibition such as harming children and animals had been suppressed, leaving Jason trapped as somewhat of a prisoner in his own subconscious.
Somewhere deeper within Relius's facilities, he smirked, quite pleased with how his project had turned out. The next phase of his plan would have to occur soon enough. Once he made sure he had complete control over Jason X. The moment of silent self-congratulatory praise was broken however as Relius's other prisoner, chained to the wall as he was broke out in a series of demented cackles.
"Hehhehehehe! You think that walking maggot farm's going to listen to you? That thing was determined enough to track me down to my own universe just to settle the score and you think giving him a nice makeover is gonna change that, Relius?"
"Hazama. I expected you to pipe up sometime soon. Can't quite say that I prefer your idle chatter over the other one's stoic silence. As for whether or not he's subordinate to me? Well, you'll see soon enough."
"Eh? The hell's that mean? Once I've regained enough of my energy, I'm breaking out of here and you and the freak can try to stand in my way all you like. But you made a big fucking mistake dragging me here Relius!"
"Let's just see how the rematch between you two will go now that the playing field has been evened out.."
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Unknown to either Jason X, Hazama, or even Relius Clover, the nanobots had given off a signal that was picked up by beings living a universe away. In a world vaguely similar to our own, only with monsters and far far more delusions than the normal person might be comfortable with. In this Delusion World as it were, one of the more established figures took note of the notification that was going off due to Relius's machines.
"DeluKnight! Come look at this!"
Given this woman's attire, it was clear that she did not care how she appeared or she was just really into the mindset of 'black=evil'. Regardless, she was one of the dominating beings in the Delusion World who went by the name of Malshina and the DeluKnight she had alluded to? He was subordinate to even her, being the Chairman of the Board rather than a mere sub-section chief. Together the two of them conspired to eventually strike at the 'real' world and conquer it for themselves.
But in the meantime they sat around without much to really do. That was until Relius's nanobots unintentionally gave off a signal that stretched across dimensions and managed to reach this world. Stepping near the machine, the one known as DeluKnight glanced down at it, or more specifically the blinking red dot situtated right in the center of the machine's screen.
"You called me over to check up on the dimensional scanner? I thought we agreed that this machine was nothing more than scrap, woman! Those foolish otaku are too incompetent to stand against us! What makes you believe that they've somehow managed to develop something that could be caught on our machine's wavelength? It's probably just an error."
But Malshina was tired of sitting around on her rear with little to do but order DeluKnight around for the most demeaning of tasks such as filing her nails or giving her massages. She did have to agree that from what she had seen of the Unofficial Sentai, they didn't seem like the bunch capable of traveling to another dimension that wasn't entirely made up of delusions. But something had been built in some dimension that happened to coexist on the same wavelength as the dimensional scanner.
"You're wrong! I know what I saw, DeluKnight! Something out there got picked up by the machine's scanner and I need to know what it is! Turn on the screen!"
Annoyed by Malshina's constant ordering for something he believed to be nothing more than a machine malfunction, DeluKnight turned on the screen for the machine, revealing what were the nanobots that were worming their way throughout Jason's body. The signal they'd given off was to help direct the other bots into following around in an orderly manner and to avoid any of them getting lost within Jason's body or going over tissue that other bots had already addressed. This signal just so happened to end up on the same wavelength as Malshina's dimensional scanner.
The two stared in an awkward silence, unsure of what to make of the sight. It just looked like a bunch of robotic bugs fixing up some seriously ugly guy's body. As the nanobots finishd however, Malshina and DeluKnight's expressions lit up at Jason X.
"..So, the machine finally did find something worth investigating. I'm not sure what exactly those bugs did to create this being. But it's quite the improvement from that zombie like creature that this man used to resemble. Almost seems like he'd fit in quite well with our ranks. Of course, not to the same level as I. But when we finally strike down those stupid delusion-lovers, it'd be nice to have someone to fight alongside me and no, I don't count you."
"Hey! I don't care if you're a Chairman but I won't let you-"
"Silence wench! Unless you have a plan on how you'd like to go about retrieving this creature from this new dimension, I'll go about it in my own way."
Raising an eyebrow and folding her arms, Malshina looked over her partner.
"Oh yeah? What's the 'DeluKnight way'?"
"Go in and destroy anybody who gets in my path. Then I take the subject and bring him back here. We find the sentai and crush them. Simple.."
@Kaykay
His head was also a dark purple, likely the result of dried up blood pooling in Jason's misshapen head over the years he'd been nothing more than a walking corpse with a few stray wispy white strands of hair littered here and there on his skull. But still Jason did not understand. Why was this new mask being shown to him? More importantly, who was showing it to him??
Noticing the confused look upon Jason's features, a voice sounded out through the lab and began speaking to Jason over the intercom situated in the room.
"Ah, you woke up sooner than I expected. Given how badly your body had been damaged I would have expected your recovery time would have taken at least another two weeks at the most. Yet, here you are taking in your surroundings in naught but a week. I suppose it should have been expected from someone with your...'unique' body composition. Most people don't survive holes torn through their chests or continue to fight as savagely as you did after the loss of a limb. In fact after countless tests, it seems your internal organs are there for nothing more than display. But despite not pumping any blood your heart continues to beat. Something I can't quite understand yet. Is it merely going through the paces of before you became the entity you are now? Or is their something more to it?"
Jason wasn't the most well-spoken conversationalist and if the voice belonged to the one who had captured him? That didn't make him any more eager to explain why his wicked black heart continued to beat despite Jason's blood having dried up ages ago. All it seemed to do was enrage the undead murderer as he resumed the struggle against his binds yet again. This only seemed to garner a chuckle from Relius as the sound of a button presumably being pressed could have been heard over the intercom, briefly confusing Jason. The confusion soon receded back into anger as a slot in the ceiling opened up and a metallic hand holding a syringe lowered and jabbed the needle into Jason's neck and pushed the plunger, filling Jason with what seemed to be some kind of chrome like liquid.
At the same time the image on the monitor changed. No longer was the futuristic looking mask on view, but an x-ray of Jason's body with highlighted spots meant to represent the various wounds he had gained from his battle with Hazama. Jason didn't understand again why Relius was showing this to him but that was more to do with the zombie's simple mind than anything else.
"I figured that you wouldn't be all that responsive to an offer for conversation, but that's fine. You most likely won't understand but the reason I've brought you here? I watched your entire bout with Hazama and it occurred to me that only once did you falter in your resolve to strike him down, all the while grievous injury after injury continued to occur to you. So I ran a full body diagnostics and realized that your body seemed to be healing itself. Even your severed arm was slowly but surely on the path to becoming whole. However, it's quite obvious that your body is not used to all of the wear and tear that someone as powerful as Hazama is capable of putting it through. Therefore your body's working overtime to compensate for the enormous amount of injuries that you have. But I believe I've discovered a way to work around this as you'll be seeing in..Oh, a few seconds."
Unsure of just about everything that Relius had dumped onto him, Jason figured the reason that no matter what people did to him, he'd get up was due to his mother's words.
"No matter what they do to you, you will not die! You can never die!"
Keeping that in mind, Jason was convinced that he'd break these restraints eventually. Then he'd track down the voice/man who had captured him and make him pay. From there he'd have to find a way back to Crystal Lake. For whatever this place was, it certainly wasn't his home. Just then Jason's body began to convulse as he could feel what felt like millions of microscopic entities coursing throughout his body, destroying rotten tissue and replacing it with a shiny metallic substance instead. Was this what had been inside that needle?! What was happening to him?! The table nearly toppled over from how much Jason was lashing out as the nanobots designed by Relius continued to do their job. Which was to replace as much of Jason's decomposed tissue that was too far gone to heal and replace it with something far more durable.
Glancing down at his body, he'd see the arm that had been lopped off by one of Hazama's attacks was covered in millions-perhaps billions of the machines as a new arm was being formed and the metal-like substance was quickly spreading over his entire left side, although leaving some muscle tissue exposed here and there. But the nanobots did not stop at Jason's body, they continued upwards and a mask began forming around Jason's face, with the zombie unable to do anything but shake his head from side to side like a wild animal pressed into a corner. It was to no avail however as the mask continued to form, spreading around Jason's head until it fused together into one solid structure that fit over the murderer's head. Having kept his eye closed this entire time, Jason finally opened them as the nanobots seemed to have finished their work. But whereas Jason had become so accustomed to seeing out of only one eye due to Tommy Jarvis destroying the other on account of lobbing Jason in the side of the head with his own machete, he had regained the sensation of double-vision.
Glancing down at his newly-changed body, it seemed the right half of his body was still flesh and blood. Just as Jason preferred it though the organs once again were there more out of force of habit than serving a function anymore at this point in Jason's unlife. The left half however had removed as much ruined/decomposed flesh as possible and left Jason with an almost cyborg like halve. Glancing up at the monitor once more, Jason's eyes slowly narrowed once more as Relius finally put himself onto the monitor to speak to Jason directly.
"Doesn't that feel better? To not drag yourself around this world with bits and pieces of rotting flesh falling from your person? You've been upgraded so to speak and have regained that which your body could not work fast enough to recover. Such as your arm, the holes in your mid-section and even your missing eye. But their's still so much for us to learn.."
Turning the monitor's feed off on his end, Jason or rather Jason X was left to his own devices. He had previously been consumed by an urge to track down Relius and murder him and possibly Hazama as well if he wasn't already dead. Now, everything seemed so distorted and distant in his memories. For example, he could vaguely recall the image of a small girl smiling at him. But what relevance did this have in his memories and who was this child?
More to the point, why wasn't she dead? It seemed the nanobots had taken more of an initiative while 'upgrading' Jason from his decomposing husk of a body and messed with his mind as well, leaving memories jumbled around, images of people or places he recalled were left without names to attach to them. At least for the moment and Jason's previous inhibition such as harming children and animals had been suppressed, leaving Jason trapped as somewhat of a prisoner in his own subconscious.
Somewhere deeper within Relius's facilities, he smirked, quite pleased with how his project had turned out. The next phase of his plan would have to occur soon enough. Once he made sure he had complete control over Jason X. The moment of silent self-congratulatory praise was broken however as Relius's other prisoner, chained to the wall as he was broke out in a series of demented cackles.
"Hehhehehehe! You think that walking maggot farm's going to listen to you? That thing was determined enough to track me down to my own universe just to settle the score and you think giving him a nice makeover is gonna change that, Relius?"
"Hazama. I expected you to pipe up sometime soon. Can't quite say that I prefer your idle chatter over the other one's stoic silence. As for whether or not he's subordinate to me? Well, you'll see soon enough."
"Eh? The hell's that mean? Once I've regained enough of my energy, I'm breaking out of here and you and the freak can try to stand in my way all you like. But you made a big fucking mistake dragging me here Relius!"
"Let's just see how the rematch between you two will go now that the playing field has been evened out.."
----
Unknown to either Jason X, Hazama, or even Relius Clover, the nanobots had given off a signal that was picked up by beings living a universe away. In a world vaguely similar to our own, only with monsters and far far more delusions than the normal person might be comfortable with. In this Delusion World as it were, one of the more established figures took note of the notification that was going off due to Relius's machines.
"DeluKnight! Come look at this!"
Given this woman's attire, it was clear that she did not care how she appeared or she was just really into the mindset of 'black=evil'. Regardless, she was one of the dominating beings in the Delusion World who went by the name of Malshina and the DeluKnight she had alluded to? He was subordinate to even her, being the Chairman of the Board rather than a mere sub-section chief. Together the two of them conspired to eventually strike at the 'real' world and conquer it for themselves.
But in the meantime they sat around without much to really do. That was until Relius's nanobots unintentionally gave off a signal that stretched across dimensions and managed to reach this world. Stepping near the machine, the one known as DeluKnight glanced down at it, or more specifically the blinking red dot situtated right in the center of the machine's screen.
"You called me over to check up on the dimensional scanner? I thought we agreed that this machine was nothing more than scrap, woman! Those foolish otaku are too incompetent to stand against us! What makes you believe that they've somehow managed to develop something that could be caught on our machine's wavelength? It's probably just an error."
But Malshina was tired of sitting around on her rear with little to do but order DeluKnight around for the most demeaning of tasks such as filing her nails or giving her massages. She did have to agree that from what she had seen of the Unofficial Sentai, they didn't seem like the bunch capable of traveling to another dimension that wasn't entirely made up of delusions. But something had been built in some dimension that happened to coexist on the same wavelength as the dimensional scanner.
"You're wrong! I know what I saw, DeluKnight! Something out there got picked up by the machine's scanner and I need to know what it is! Turn on the screen!"
Annoyed by Malshina's constant ordering for something he believed to be nothing more than a machine malfunction, DeluKnight turned on the screen for the machine, revealing what were the nanobots that were worming their way throughout Jason's body. The signal they'd given off was to help direct the other bots into following around in an orderly manner and to avoid any of them getting lost within Jason's body or going over tissue that other bots had already addressed. This signal just so happened to end up on the same wavelength as Malshina's dimensional scanner.
The two stared in an awkward silence, unsure of what to make of the sight. It just looked like a bunch of robotic bugs fixing up some seriously ugly guy's body. As the nanobots finishd however, Malshina and DeluKnight's expressions lit up at Jason X.
"..So, the machine finally did find something worth investigating. I'm not sure what exactly those bugs did to create this being. But it's quite the improvement from that zombie like creature that this man used to resemble. Almost seems like he'd fit in quite well with our ranks. Of course, not to the same level as I. But when we finally strike down those stupid delusion-lovers, it'd be nice to have someone to fight alongside me and no, I don't count you."
"Hey! I don't care if you're a Chairman but I won't let you-"
"Silence wench! Unless you have a plan on how you'd like to go about retrieving this creature from this new dimension, I'll go about it in my own way."
Raising an eyebrow and folding her arms, Malshina looked over her partner.
"Oh yeah? What's the 'DeluKnight way'?"
"Go in and destroy anybody who gets in my path. Then I take the subject and bring him back here. We find the sentai and crush them. Simple.."
@Kaykay
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