Six Feet Under: Evil Rising IC

[Kaykay]

"I'm...I'm Charlie Brewster and these are my..."

Pausing there for a moment, Charlie overlooked those gathered in the room around him. He wasn't exactly sure he'd write them all off as being friends. Least of all the gigantic undead brute in the hockey mask who nearly throttled him. Or the creature who apparently ate dead people's eyeballs. But hey the guy with the eyepatch seemed pretty cool and so that was something. Not to mention he had Angel by his side.

"Acquaintances. We're here to save the world...?"

@Kaykay @Hana @Takumi

There was no visible reaction from the stranger in the room. It wasn't clear whether she believed Charlie, found him insane, or planned to attack. Not a move was made by her, to the point it was unnatural, as if she were a doll of some sort. She didn't even twitch or turn her head, as if nothing Charlie had said had even registered.

Even as Imp and the others burst into the room, she didn't even take a step.

"Tay- Skitter?"

That got a reaction from the girl, something seeming to be a sigh coming from her and the insect collective filling the room. It was strange, like a cacophony of bugs trying to perform a human sigh. Sounded more like a swarm of locusts than anything remotely human, though.

"Have you been free this entire time?"

"Ehe, maybe?" Imp stuck her tongue out childishly, as if she were trying to evade punishment or something. With what seemed to be a disapproving shake of the head, the one Imp had addressed as Skitter turned around.

"Come on. Let's get you out of here. Now."

Imp just grumbled incoherently as she took to Skitter's backside.

Then suddenly, while Tarman wouldn't be able to bite through Jacket's cuffs, suddenly a swarm of mosquitoes flooded into the room, carrying remaining circular saws that had been dropped by Bonesaw's mechanical spiders. As Skitter and Imp began to walk out the door Skitter had appeared from, the mosquitoes, with frightening coordination and accuracy, would saw through the cuffs of anyone who still had them on.

The corpse of the black-haired girl who was now missing an eye fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, her head smashing against the floor, apparently having decayed quite a bit. Yet strangely, despite the blood, there was a surprising lack of gray matter in the mess that had been created on the floor.​

Elle simply spent time analyzing the link, memorizing it. So that if she sensed it again, she'd know it and be that much faster to respond. It was the first time she'd done this so Eleven was learning from how Bonesaw controlled them, so that she could be faster to disrupt such connections in the future.


As Bonesaw was getting away, Elle was probing at and trying to gain information from her mind. Anything that could give her a clue as to where Bonesaw was going or what she was planning.

@Kaykay @Chewy Rabbits @ whomever

Elle wouldn't have much trouble memorizing the specific wavelengths Bonesaw had used during their fight. But as she attempted to probe Bonesaw's mind, she would receive only one message.

"Bad, bad girl~"

But soon, Elle would be able to recognize a mental link. Though it was on a different wavelength than the ones she'd used earlier, it was familiar enough that the psychic girl would be able to notice it. Strangely, however, it wasn't a one-way communication like the previous ones that commanded her spiders.

As they left the room the girl and Pamela had been held captive in, they'd end up in a third, much larger room. It was like the main room of a mansion, with all sorts of different doors and hallways to go into, each with a vastly different look.

One door truly looked like it'd belong in a mansion. Heavy and laden with jewels, it truly didn't seem to belong when compared with the cheap, wooden, bloody door right beside it, or the door made of flesh that they group had just walked out from.

Amongst all those doors, though, was one that the group would probably quite like to take. A door all on its own at the other end of the room, one that was quite likely the exit. And given how Skitter was walking towards it, it didn't seem to be a trick either. Nothing like the obvious door leading to somewhere worse, or teleporting you away.

But suddenly, a red blur sped past the group, appearing in Skitter's way. And appearing with that blur was the mental link that Elle would have recognized earlier. But unlike the spiders, brain waves emitted from the figure before them as well.

As the blur came to a stop, just about everyone would be able to recognize it. After all, it resembled someone they'd seen recently all too well. A red cape, short black hair.

It was a perfect resemblance of the girl Pamela had said was Ruby Rose.

"...Move." Skitter carried her voice once again using her insects, the swarm of roaches, flies, hornets, mosquitoes, and god knew what else buzzing in intonations that created English words.

"F-forgive me...forgive me..."

Tears stained Ruby's eyes as her figure suddenly turned into a blur once more before running right past Skitter. Then as if she were hit by a car, the costumed girl's head whipped around, sending her spinning into the air before crashing down.

"Skitter!" Imp cried out, gritting her teeth before suddenly disappearing from everyone's sight and memories.

It seemed that for whatever reason, whoever this girl who resembled Ruby was didn't plan to let them pass.

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Crimson Spartan @Takumi​

 

[Crimson Spartan]

There was no visible reaction from the stranger in the room. It wasn't clear whether she believed Charlie, found him insane, or planned to attack. Not a move was made by her, to the point it was unnatural, as if she were a doll of some sort. She didn't even twitch or turn her head, as if nothing Charlie had said had even registered.

Even as Imp and the others burst into the room, she didn't even take a step.

"Tay- Skitter?"

That got a reaction from the girl, something seeming to be a sigh coming from her and the insect collective filling the room. It was strange, like a cacophony of bugs trying to perform a human sigh. Sounded more like a swarm of locusts than anything remotely human, though.

"Have you been free this entire time?"

"Ehe, maybe?" Imp stuck her tongue out childishly, as if she were trying to evade punishment or something. With what seemed to be a disapproving shake of the head, the one Imp had addressed as Skitter turned around.

"Come on. Let's get you out of here. Now."

Imp just grumbled incoherently as she took to Skitter's backside.

Then suddenly, while Tarman wouldn't be able to bite through Jacket's cuffs, suddenly a swarm of mosquitoes flooded into the room, carrying remaining circular saws that had been dropped by Bonesaw's mechanical spiders. As Skitter and Imp began to walk out the door Skitter had appeared from, the mosquitoes, with frightening coordination and accuracy, would saw through the cuffs of anyone who still had them on.

The corpse of the black-haired girl who was now missing an eye fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, her head smashing against the floor, apparently having decayed quite a bit. Yet strangely, despite the blood, there was a surprising lack of gray matter in the mess that had been created on the floor.​

Elle wouldn't have much trouble memorizing the specific wavelengths Bonesaw had used during their fight. But as she attempted to probe Bonesaw's mind, she would receive only one message.

"Bad, bad girl~"

But soon, Elle would be able to recognize a mental link. Though it was on a different wavelength than the ones she'd used earlier, it was familiar enough that the psychic girl would be able to notice it. Strangely, however, it wasn't a one-way communication like the previous ones that commanded her spiders.

As they left the room the girl and Pamela had been held captive in, they'd end up in a third, much larger room. It was like the main room of a mansion, with all sorts of different doors and hallways to go into, each with a vastly different look.

One door truly looked like it'd belong in a mansion. Heavy and laden with jewels, it truly didn't seem to belong when compared with the cheap, wooden, bloody door right beside it, or the door made of flesh that they group had just walked out from.

Amongst all those doors, though, was one that the group would probably quite like to take. A door all on its own at the other end of the room, one that was quite likely the exit. And given how Skitter was walking towards it, it didn't seem to be a trick either. Nothing like the obvious door leading to somewhere worse, or teleporting you away.

But suddenly, a red blur sped past the group, appearing in Skitter's way. And appearing with that blur was the mental link that Elle would have recognized earlier. But unlike the spiders, brain waves emitted from the figure before them as well.

As the blur came to a stop, just about everyone would be able to recognize it. After all, it resembled someone they'd seen recently all too well. A red cape, short black hair.

It was a perfect resemblance of the girl Pamela had said was Ruby Rose.

"...Move." Skitter carried her voice once again using her insects, the swarm of roaches, flies, hornets, mosquitoes, and god knew what else buzzing in intonations that created English words.

"F-forgive me...forgive me..."

Tears stained Ruby's eyes as her figure suddenly turned into a blur once more before running right past Skitter. Then as if she were hit by a car, the costumed girl's head whipped around, sending her spinning into the air before crashing down.

"Skitter!" Imp cried out, gritting her teeth before suddenly disappearing from everyone's sight and memories.

It seemed that for whatever reason, whoever this girl who resembled Ruby was didn't plan to let them pass.

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Crimson Spartan @Takumi​

"If it isn't Red..."

"Funny running into you here, huh.... And even after everything you stand against the winning team.. I thought we had something, Red.." Mercury spoke in complete sarcasm as he saw apparently Ruby before him.

"Leave Red to me guys, I can handle this." Mercury spoke before sprinting into action. What he planned to do well....

(The gif is only shown to give an idea of his attack pattern.)

He decided to engage opening with some kicks. His plan to test if she really fought like the Ruby Rose he knew.

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Kaykay @Takumi @Chewy Rabbits​

 

[Takumi]

There was no visible reaction from the stranger in the room. It wasn't clear whether she believed Charlie, found him insane, or planned to attack. Not a move was made by her, to the point it was unnatural, as if she were a doll of some sort. She didn't even twitch or turn her head, as if nothing Charlie had said had even registered.

Even as Imp and the others burst into the room, she didn't even take a step.

"Tay- Skitter?"

That got a reaction from the girl, something seeming to be a sigh coming from her and the insect collective filling the room. It was strange, like a cacophony of bugs trying to perform a human sigh. Sounded more like a swarm of locusts than anything remotely human, though.

"Have you been free this entire time?"

"Ehe, maybe?" Imp stuck her tongue out childishly, as if she were trying to evade punishment or something. With what seemed to be a disapproving shake of the head, the one Imp had addressed as Skitter turned around.

"Come on. Let's get you out of here. Now."

Imp just grumbled incoherently as she took to Skitter's backside.

Then suddenly, while Tarman wouldn't be able to bite through Jacket's cuffs, suddenly a swarm of mosquitoes flooded into the room, carrying remaining circular saws that had been dropped by Bonesaw's mechanical spiders. As Skitter and Imp began to walk out the door Skitter had appeared from, the mosquitoes, with frightening coordination and accuracy, would saw through the cuffs of anyone who still had them on.

The corpse of the black-haired girl who was now missing an eye fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, her head smashing against the floor, apparently having decayed quite a bit. Yet strangely, despite the blood, there was a surprising lack of gray matter in the mess that had been created on the floor.​

Elle wouldn't have much trouble memorizing the specific wavelengths Bonesaw had used during their fight. But as she attempted to probe Bonesaw's mind, she would receive only one message.

"Bad, bad girl~"

But soon, Elle would be able to recognize a mental link. Though it was on a different wavelength than the ones she'd used earlier, it was familiar enough that the psychic girl would be able to notice it. Strangely, however, it wasn't a one-way communication like the previous ones that commanded her spiders.

As they left the room the girl and Pamela had been held captive in, they'd end up in a third, much larger room. It was like the main room of a mansion, with all sorts of different doors and hallways to go into, each with a vastly different look.

One door truly looked like it'd belong in a mansion. Heavy and laden with jewels, it truly didn't seem to belong when compared with the cheap, wooden, bloody door right beside it, or the door made of flesh that they group had just walked out from.

Amongst all those doors, though, was one that the group would probably quite like to take. A door all on its own at the other end of the room, one that was quite likely the exit. And given how Skitter was walking towards it, it didn't seem to be a trick either. Nothing like the obvious door leading to somewhere worse, or teleporting you away.

But suddenly, a red blur sped past the group, appearing in Skitter's way. And appearing with that blur was the mental link that Elle would have recognized earlier. But unlike the spiders, brain waves emitted from the figure before them as well.

As the blur came to a stop, just about everyone would be able to recognize it. After all, it resembled someone they'd seen recently all too well. A red cape, short black hair.

It was a perfect resemblance of the girl Pamela had said was Ruby Rose.

"...Move." Skitter carried her voice once again using her insects, the swarm of roaches, flies, hornets, mosquitoes, and god knew what else buzzing in intonations that created English words.

"F-forgive me...forgive me..."

Tears stained Ruby's eyes as her figure suddenly turned into a blur once more before running right past Skitter. Then as if she were hit by a car, the costumed girl's head whipped around, sending her spinning into the air before crashing down.

"Skitter!" Imp cried out, gritting her teeth before suddenly disappearing from everyone's sight and memories.

It seemed that for whatever reason, whoever this girl who resembled Ruby was didn't plan to let them pass.

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Crimson Spartan @Takumi​

Well, at least it turned out that Skitters was on their side. And now that he was freed from those damn cuffs he could feel his powers return full force. Deciding to test it out for a moment as the group left the room, his fingers would twitch before lighting aflame. Satisfied, the flames would go out as quickly as they came.

When the Ruby look alike would show up he would reach for his dagger, but before he could make a move...

"If it isn't Red..."

"Funny running into you here, huh.... And even after everything you stand against the winning team.. I thought we had something, Red.." Mercury spoke in complete sarcasm as he saw apparently Ruby before him.

"Leave Red to me guys, I can handle this." Mercury spoke before sprinting into action. What he planned to do well....

(The gif is only shown to give an idea of his attack pattern.)

He decided to engage opening with some kicks. His plan to test if she really fought like the Ruby Rose he knew.

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Kaykay @Takumi @Chewy Rabbits​

What's his face wanted to handle it so who was he to complain?

@Chewy Rabbits @C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Kaykay @Crimson Spartan @Anybody I missed

 

[Chewy Rabbits]

If he had failed, he would wipe the slime on his jeans, before holding his cuffs to Tarman's head. Perhaps he could bite the cuffs, thus allowing Jacket to be able to do anything again. Like using his tape recorder to communicate.

"Oh? Where am I going now? Somewhere with brains? Please let it be somewhere with brains! I can smell your tasty brains, person who just picked me up.."

Having failed in his attempt to eat Bonesaw's brain, Tarman's severed head had passed hands from Sam to Clarith and now to Jacket. As the zombie's eyes rested upon his erstwhile friend, a smile flashed across the zombie's features. He may have been a rotting corpse that desired human brains to sate the agonizing pain that coated his existence but he knew a friend when he saw one! Maybe Jacket would be able to get him some brains!

"Jacket! You've gotta help me! I'm dying-well I mean I'm already dead-but I'm in pain! I need braaaaaaainssssss and I need them now!" As Jacket picked up the head, Tarman's smile only seemed to grow wider. He knew he could count on his friend! He would get a brain to munch on and he'd finally be able to quell his aching pain! Closing his eyes, Tarman sharply bit down onto what he felt his face pressed against!

"Mmm! It's been too long since I've had a brain! I almost forgot what the taste is like! It tastes tough and...Rotten???" Opening his eyes, Tarman noticed his jaws weren't biting into grey matter but instead the handcuffs Bonesaw had put on all of them, including Jacket! This meat was no good to Tarman! If he wanted to eat something rotting and disgusting, he would have tried eating bits of himself or that hockey mask wearing zombie! How could Jacket do this to him? Did Jacket really hate him?

Narrowing his eyes, Tarman kept his teeth closed on the handcuffs as his body staggered forward. For zombies as they're generally understood these days, removing the head or destroying the brain are the only surefire ways to stop them for good. But not so with Tarman and zombies of his ilk. Trioxin 1-2-3 allowed cadavers that were reanimated by it to survive headshots, retain the intelligence they had when they were alive, and more importantly if a limb was removed, that part acted independently of it's own accord!

Tarman's body had suffered a multitude of injuries. From being sliced here and there by Bonesaw's spiders to being shot by Ash's boomstick and now having another hole in his sternum! Courtesy of Bonesaw's extending hand and now he was being taunted! Tarman had thought that Jacket of all people would have understood his needs. He needed brains and nothing else would suffice! Certainly not rotting flesh that he could have very well picked off his own body! Bits of bone fell to the ground here and there as the headless body continued to stagger forward.

Clenching and un-clenching it's skeletal hands, it extended them outward to try and grab Jacket from behind. But as it turned out, Tarman's body wouldn't have to do that for bugs quickly made short work of the handcuffs! Sure, let the bugs get a meal but oh no not Tarman! He has to suffer! Deciding against trying to strangle Jacket, Tarman's body snatched up his head and tucked it under his arm.

"I thought you were my friend. Trying to get me to eat rotten flesh. I need brains, grey matter, the pink stuff! Not...This.."

Before Tarman's body would have made it too far however, the zombie was stopped as Ash stood in his way. Having been freed himself from those damn cuffs, the demon-slayer looked over the mutilated zombie with a mocking whistle.

"Dunno what you're complaining about, pal. In case we ever run out of shit to throw at the enemy, we got..." Ash paused to reach out and grab Tarman's head as he held it up so he was looking the zombie in the eyes. "The perfect weapon right here. A talking annoying deadite that wants to nosh on some delicious brains. But between you and me.." Leaning in with a smirk upon his face, Ash continued.

"You're not getting any."

"...No brains?"

Was this man kidding? Or was this some kind of implicit threat? Would he not allow Tarman to not have any brains ever? Who was he to dictate whether or not a zombie got a healthy doseage of brains to munch on? Some elderly jerk with a shotgun? Narrowing his eyes once more, Tarman opened his jaws and bit down--hard--on Ash's nose. "AGH! AHHHH! GET OFF! GET OFF MY NOSE!"

As Ash desperately flailed like a chicken with it's head cut off, Tarman's body gripped onto both sides of the head and pulled it back off Ash's nose. Leaving behind two very noticeable teeth marks on the bridge of Ash's nose. Thankfully, with Tarman's 'brand' of zombies you didn't get infected by bites. Well, at least not ones on the nose. Still stung like a son of a bitch though. Tucking the head under his arm, Tarman's body gave a defiant shrug of the shoulders as he staggered out of the room.

Rubbing his nose where he'd been bit, Ash rolled his eyes. Did any other supernatural freak want a piece of him? First it'd been deadites, then demons straight from the pits of hell, then Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees, and now it was a brain eating zombie and his own possessed car. Real luck of the century, Chosen One.

@The Wanderer @Kaykay ​

"I've dealt with giant man eating spiders that range from being poisonous to just trying to impale you, and creatures of all kinds that simply try to crush you. Bugs just don't scare me. The cuffs are slightly bearable if you don't think about it often..."

"Heh, so creepy crawlies come in all kinds of shapes and sizes for you, huh? Good thing we don't have man-sized bats. Now, their's a thought to send shivers down your spine, I'm sure.."

The Creeper flashed his teeth at Yurick in a fanged smile. Saliva glistened his fangs which looked yellow from centuries of misuse and decay. But the Creeper made a habit of sharpening his teeth whenever he could by filing them down with his knife and other assortment of bladed weapons.

Noticing Tarman stepping into the room, the Creeper gestured towards Ruby's body. "I heard you were looking for brains, right? Why not go and grab a bite out of her noggin? Can't be too decayed now can they..?" Having a feeling the brains were well beyond any rational consuming point, the demon simply chuckled to himself as Tarman set his head down and reached towards Ruby's corpse with saliva running down his jaw.

"Brains...Brains..BRAINSSSSSSSS!!"

But Ruby's hair came loose from Tarman's grip and the corpse teetered off to the side. Cracking her head against the ground, Tarman lashed out to try and scoop up what he could of the escaping grey matter. Much to the zombie's horror however, this body seemed to contain very little in that regard leaving Tarman, once again, craving brains but getting little in the way of returns.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Smashing his fist against the wall, Tarman cradled his severed head. Was this all some kind of twisted joke at his expense? Watching Tarman let out his display of grief with quite a modicum of satisfaction, the Creeper turned towards Yurick once more as he removed his hat revealing more of his demonic exterior. From one of his eyes having previously belonged to Ruby to his fangs and to the wispy strands of white hair that clung to the back of his scalp. But the most distinguishing feature may have been his green leathery skin.

"You said something about how pirates gotta fend for themselves? Well, I suppose you're right. I came into this mess to clear it up before it disrupted my feeding habits. Not out of any personal love for your kind.." The Creeper hissed out obviously referring to humans as a whole. "So far doesn't seem we've succeeded in much but.." Flashing a grin once more he gestured over towards Tarman and Ruby.

"It hasn't been a total bust. Hehehehe..."

Blake stood quietly as the Creeper and Yurick talked back and forth. Although he hadn't expected to pass on to whatever kind of afterlife awaited someone like him, he didn't imagine he'd be risking his undead hide helping to stop an even greater menace. While surrounded by all kinds of scum such as the Creeper, though after seeing him devour Ruby's eye the pirate saw the demon in a new light. The Creeper appeared to be similar to an animal that it needed to eat to survive.

That of course didn't excuse the sadism that came with the Creeper's revolting actions.

Turning towards Yurick, Blake idly glanced down at his hands. Having seen so many insects around him had been somewhat of an uncomfortable sight. Had Blake met his demise anywhere else but at sea, he might have had all kinds of these insects crawling around in his corpse feasting on whatever they could. Though he couldn't have been more grateful in this case, those handcuffs would have made sword fighting quite difficult. Extending a hand, Blake placed a hand upon Yurick's shoulder as the glow seemed to return to his eyes.

"...Thank you for your words, my boy."

Blake had thought about the Creeper's comment himself and Yurick's own response to it. While Blake may not have been the most pleasant person when he was alive, everything he did was in the name of his crew and as their captain, they followed him. Literally to their dying breath and this boy seemed to have understood that rather well. Even if mercenaries were usually the ones hired by the government to take the heads of people like Blake.

Now that he had given his thanks, there was something else Blake needed to tend to. Just as the Creeper had removed his hat, Blake would do some removing of his own. Gripping onto the moss that had grown over his skull as he decayed in the depths of the ocean, Blake tore away at it. Ripping chunks of it off at a time until his skull was finally revealed. Having been turned a darkish grey, Blake looked towards the Creeper.

"No more hiding what we are, either of us.."

"Heh, millennia-old demon and a undead pirate captain? Sure, sounds good to me.."

@Takumi
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As Bonesaw was getting away, Elle was probing at and trying to gain information from her mind. Anything that could give her a clue as to where Bonesaw was going or what she was planning.

Having been sated thanks to his mother's words yet again, Jason blinked as he realized he'd forgotten something! In his boiling rage towards the woman who had attacked his mother without warning, he'd left Eleven behind. The child who had understood Jason better than any of the others here likely could have. Well, with the exception of dear ol Mama Voorhees at least. Watching as Eleven made her way into the room, Jason lumbered over to stand by her side. There wasn't enough braincells left in Jason's head to deduce exactly what Eleven's power was, but Jason summed it up as 'moving stuff with her mind.'

Jason had fought a potential victim to be who could do that and she was an absolute nightmare. Electrocuting Jason with a live wire from a power pole, blowing the house he was in up, dropping a roof on him, setting him on fire, the works. Somehow Jason just kept on ticking and now that he had his mother and Eleven to look after, he wouldn't fall to the things Bonesaw put in his path. Spiders, deadites, he'd crush them all.

Though as a familiar face made his presence known, Jason's hand moved slightly towards the hilt of his machete.

On the outside Michael and Jason may have seemed like the same flavor of psycho maniac. Simply a big brute in a costume that wears a mask and can rip people apart with his bare hands. What separated them however was the simple inhuman nature Michael had to him. Whereas Jason had some semblance -even if not justifiable for his killing spree-of reasoning for what he does, Michael simply did it and enjoys it.

Michael also wasn't as much of a blunt instrument as Jason and had some level of intelligence. This sense of intelligence however lead to Michael being curious about the young girl who had found herself attached to Jason. While Michael hadn't fought someone with Eleven's particular 'abilities' himself, he had a member of his family who had a similar link to him as Eleven did with Jason. That of course being Michael's dear niece. The similarity however small was enough to incite somewhat of a violent urge in Michael as he stared down at the child only for Jason to step in his path once again.

This hadn't been the first time Jason and Michael had made their animosity towards eachother clear. Jason had never seen himself in the wrong for what he did. He was merely punishing sinners who had brought their fates upon themselves for their deviant behavior but somehow even he could feel there was something off in the other masked man. Perhaps it was the scared and frightened child buried under layers upon layers of hateful vengeance at Jason's core that was wary of Michael.

In Michael's eyes, Jason was little more than a obstacle. One that could either stand in his way and be murdered like the rest or one that could stand aside and let Michael get on with what he wished. Whichever route the undead serial killer took didn't matter much to Myers. Though after the display Chun-Li had put on by randomly attacking that woman, starting a fight with Jason might have drawn too much attention. So staring at Jason out of the corner of his eye, Michael turned and walked forward to stand by Chun-Li.

Watching Michael until Jason felt he was a safe enough distance away from Eleven, Jason kept his one good eye focused on the other murderer. Something deeper than rage and revenge lingered within Michael Myers and whatever it may have been? Jason wouldn't let it harm Eleven.

@Michale CS @Ringmaster
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"Wouldn't call this 'safe' but i'm with you on getting the hell out of here." Mercury spoke up as he followed Imp into the next room. With his aura back and binds gone Mercury himself knew he could take on a lot more then he could previously. If anything got in his way he'd simplty have to kick it away like he's always done.

"Hmm.."

Now wasn't that a curious little ability? Being able to control bugs to your every waking whim? Why that sounded like an excellent way to punish rulebreakers on Halloween night! Sic mosquitos on them and suck them dry until they're nothing but withered husks of the miserable scoundrels that they'd been in life! Or maybe the bugs could just eat them alive! After all, maggots and worms already got that covered for when you're dead!

Though it made Sam curious if she could control the maggots that were lurking within the tall one with the hockey mask. Could she bend him to her will by extension? That seemed to open up a whole door of possibilities. You had bugs and zombies! What a treat of a power! Jumping down from where he'd been crawling along the ceiling, Sam landed on a cat atop Mercury's head as he glanced down to look the teen in the eyes.

"Hehehehe!!"

Having had a bit of fun, Sam quickly leaped from Mercury and onto Clarith's back as he hung on for dear life. Why waddle or cling to walls when you could cling to a friend instead :D? Nuzzling into Clarith's back, Sam let out a soft murmur.

"Mmm.."

@Gummi Bunnies @Crimson Spartan
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"We should go to the next room, before she comes back..." He suggested.

He was pretty keen to move on, especially if they could find some decent weapons in the next few rooms, heck, he'd even take an axe or a crowbar, or even a fire extinguisher at this point. That fruit knife he had with him definitely wasn't going to be enough.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to be caught off guard by spiders with even more buzzsaws.."

Although Ghostface's quip may have been so laden with sarcasm you could practically taste it, the spiders had been a real pain in the ass. At least with the zombies/deadites they were face level and you could just shoot them right in the face. With these little bastards you had to aim up and down depending if some leaped at you and tried to mulch your face.

For her troubles, Ghostface had earned herself a nasty gash on her shoulder and her ankle had been sliced. Which meant there'd be little to no running for this erstwhile killer.

Hobbling towards the exit of this room and into the other, Ghostface paused briefly as she ran thoughts through her head. She had a partner in Charlie and yeah while he did what she requested of him, he was ultimately more of a means to an end than anything else. But this guy had shot more of those little fuckers when she'd asked him to watch her back. Cursing under her breath, Ghostface eventually looked over her shoulder at David.

"...Thanks for watching my back."

@york
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As they left the room the girl and Pamela had been held captive in, they'd end up in a third, much larger room. It was like the main room of a mansion, with all sorts of different doors and hallways to go into, each with a vastly different look.

One door truly looked like it'd belong in a mansion. Heavy and laden with jewels, it truly didn't seem to belong when compared with the cheap, wooden, bloody door right beside it, or the door made of flesh that they group had just walked out from.

Amongst all those doors, though, was one that the group would probably quite like to take. A door all on its own at the other end of the room, one that was quite likely the exit. And given how Skitter was walking towards it, it didn't seem to be a trick either. Nothing like the obvious door leading to somewhere worse, or teleporting you away.

"..."

Charlie hadn't minded Skitter's lack of a response to his statement. If he were in her shoes looking at the group, he probably would have doubted that they'd get by without murdering eachother let alone save the world. Having noticed the looks Michael and Jason had shot eachother's way, Charlie was indeed worried that's what would have ended up happening.

Two big guys hacking the other one up while the real threat got a giggle out of it. Not to mention that Charlie's hand was acting up again. A spider web like pattern had appeared over the hand and Charlie was concerned. He heard something about his hand being possessed but that couldn't be right. No, he was just a bit dizzy from everything that'd happened and he'd just need to bandage his hand up.

Pulling his sleeve up on that hand just in case, Charlie looked over at Angel wherever she may have been. While the others here didn't exactly seem like they were going to welcome Charlie with open arms, Angel stood out and she didn't seem like she'd rip him limb from limb if she got ornery. As the group continued moving ahead however, Charlie froze up as he got to the new room. The way it seemed to resemble the interior of a mansion, almost like...

"You wouldn't want to wake your mother now, would you, Charlie? Then I'd have to kill her too!"

Having noticed how Charlie froze up, Ash stepped forward and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Hey, you doing alright, Kid? You looked as pale as a ghost for a second there."

"V-Vampire.."

"What?"

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of the battle with Jerry, Charlie looked at Ash. The older man had been trying his best to help out Charlie throughout their journey so far and he appreciated it. He almost seemed like a younger version of Peter Vincent. If Peter Vincent had a shotgun and a chainsaw arm and was a bit of a pervert but given he was a highschool boy with his own hormones, Charlie wasn't going to fault Ash too much for that last one. Though he was curious about the bite marks on Ash's nose.

"Hey Ash, what happened to your nose?"

"...Don't worry about it."

@Hana
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"F-forgive me...forgive me..."

Tears stained Ruby's eyes as her figure suddenly turned into a blur once more before running right past Skitter. Then as if she were hit by a car, the costumed girl's head whipped around, sending her spinning into the air before crashing down.

"Skitter!" Imp cried out, gritting her teeth before suddenly disappearing from everyone's sight and memories.

It seemed that for whatever reason, whoever this girl who resembled Ruby was didn't plan to let them pass.

From Jason all the way down to Tarman, the various horror denizens were surprised at what they'd seen. Hadn't this girl been dead and missing an eye but just a few moments ago? Not to mention that her head had cracked open like a ripe watermelon and yet here she had knocked the bug woman across the room. How did that work out? Pamela was nearly at a loss for words herself. This girl whom she had spent so much time with, talking to, trying to understand her perhaps due to her motherly instincts and now here she was attacking them?

"Oh, you poor poor child. I know exactly what you're going through..."

Well, in some respect anyway. Pamela knew what it was like to be sad as you fought. Even though her own murder spree had been one fueled by vengeance for Jason's supposed death, Pamela had been carrying the sadness resulting from her young son's demise with her all that time. Now, not only had this young girl returned to plague them but she seemed to carry some sense of remorse in doing so but she'd still strike them down if she wasn't stopped. After seeing what she'd done to that one who could control the insects, Pamela knew she stood no chance in a close quarters battle. This girl's speed was beyond anything Pamela had ever seen before.

But what Pamela lacked in supernatural prowess, she made up for in connections. Drawing her own machete just in case, Pamela looked towards her son. Although Jason's mask hid any kind of facial expression the zombie may have been expressing, he was in turn conflicted on how to proceed her. This girl had made it quite clear she wished them harm even if tears were rolling down her face. But while Jason may have very well been beyond the point of reasoning for any mortal man or woman, he still had some twisted sense of mortals and this would not allow him to harm a child..

Even if she would do him harm, there was no way a girl like this could truly hurt him, right?

As Jason prepared to let Mercury handle this as he wished, Pamela stepped forward and pressed a gentle hand onto Jason's back.

"I know what's going through her mind, Jason. She's frightened, just like any child would be in a situation like this. You weren't there with her but I was. I could see that there was a kindness within this child that a mother would be proud of. This girl standing before us would never wish us harm under normal circumstances. Whatever force is pushing her against us is behind this. You must be the one who ends her suffering, Jason. Kill her...Kill her!"

Jason froze up and looked down at his mother with a confused expression. He had understood perfectly when she'd ask of him to dispose of sinners. They were the kind of people that had taken his mother away from him! But she herself had said that this child had been kind to her. But then his mother wanted him to still kill her? Drawing his machete, Jason continued to stare at his mother for some kind of confirmation.

"Kill her, Jason! Free her from her suffering. Do it, do it for Mommy!"

"...!"

That was all the prodding Jason needed. He may have his own way of doing things but mother overruled all. Lumbering forward with his boots stomping along the ground with each step, he made his way past Mercury. Although Mercury had seemed to wish take the girl on alone, Jason would end this quickly and kill Ruby just like his mother wanted. With his machete held out at the side, Jason would go for a simple decapitation, nothing too fancy, just enough to get the job done.

*SWISH!*

As the machete went for it, Jason turned away afterwards. This girl may have been quick but dodging a swing from him? The insect girl had been caught off guard but Jason wouldn't make that mistake. He'd been in the game far too long. All he'd have to do now is wait for the thump of her head hitting the floor and the body following shortly after. Then his mother would congratulate him on a job well done.

"...?"

But the sound never came and Jason looked back in confusion. He had to have hit his mark, there was no question about it. Looking back at where Ruby had once been standing however, Jason saw nothing there. Not even the smallest drop of blood. As Jason idly wondered where the girl had done, his mother yelled out to him.

"JASON! BEHIND YOU!"

His eye widening, Jason turned on his heel and swung his machete downwards. The machete sliced down but again Jason made zero connection. Well, unless you count smashing his machete's blade into the floor a connection. Slowly getting annoyed at how his task on his mother's behalf was turning into a sideshow, Jason ripped his machete free and turned once again to swing. Only this time it wasn't Jason who went on the offensive. Faster than Jason could react blows rained down upon him. Ribs could have been heard shattering as the machete fell from Jason's hand and the giant was knocked flat on his back with his mask flying off to the side.

Pamela was aghast, how could her son have been beaten?!

"Jason!" She cried out as she rushed over to her son's side. The girl had moved too fast for Pamela to guide her son's blade efficiently enough but to think she had this much power. If this was the work of that devious little girl from before then they were in quite a spot...

@Kaykay @Hana @Ringmaster @Takumi @Michale CS @The Wanderer @C.T. (hope you feel better soon bud <3) @york @Crimson Spartan @Gummi Bunnies
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[Kaykay]

"If it isn't Red..."

"Funny running into you here, huh.... And even after everything you stand against the winning team.. I thought we had something, Red.." Mercury spoke in complete sarcasm as he saw apparently Ruby before him.

"Leave Red to me guys, I can handle this." Mercury spoke before sprinting into action. What he planned to do well....

(The gif is only shown to give an idea of his attack pattern.)

He decided to engage opening with some kicks. His plan to test if she really fought like the Ruby Rose he knew.

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Kaykay @Takumi @Chewy Rabbits​

After knocking down the hulking behemoth known as Jason Voorhees, Ruby's body took a pause to see the familiar man coming her way. But it seemed her body and her mind were almost completely separate. Ruby was panting and wheezing, yet the rest of her body remained completely still, as if analyzing the incoming threat.

And then with a sickening sound, her black sleeves exploded in a mesmerizing shower of crimson.

"Uuuaaahhh!!!"

Accompanied by a shriek so high-pitched it seemed inhuman. The flesh on her arms peeled away, like a snake shedding its skin, and two cylindrical metal rods protruding from the space in which her skin had been removed. Like claws, they came out quickly, unfolding into what seemed to be red and black scythes. Scythes that Mercury might have recognized as the girl's signature, personal weapon, the Crescent Rose.

Then a similar rain of blood exploded from the girl's legs, an appendage resembling a spider's legs popping out of each thigh. The legs looked fresh, covered in the remaining blood and skin that they had broken through to make their appearance. With an advanced looking scythe coming out of her arms and arachnoid legs sprouting from her own, it was becoming questionable whether one could even call her human at this point.

In other words, it seemed that the Ruby before them had undergone some "improvements."

Ruby's new legs lashed out to block Mercury's kicks, bending at impossible angles with high speed and power to deflect his onslaught. Without taking a step, the girl who was Mercury's inferior in unarmed combat easily negated his powerful combination kicks.

Clearly, she didn't fight at all like the Ruby Rose he knew. Though it didn't seem to be by choice.

"R-run! Run! Please...run!!!"

A cold sweat ran down Ruby's brow, soon disguising and mixing itself in with her tears. Her arms swung towards the silver-haired man, the Crescent Roses on each arm greatly increasing her range as the blades sought to reap the kicker's head!

The sound of metal against metal rang out as suddenly Imp would reappear, wielding what looked to be a nightstick. She'd held it out horizontally so as to block both of the incoming scythes at once, though it was clear she wouldn't be able to hold Ruby off like that for long.

Skitter finally stood back up, not looking to be any worse for wear. It was strange considering the impact she'd just taken, but on the other hand she had been lying there for a little while now. Reaching back, she drew a knife and began to strafe around slowly, the many flying insects around beginning to swarm together with her. A smokescreen of insects was formed as it became impossible to pinpoint her exact location.

---

Meanwhile in a separate area, a number of others had been imprisoned by flesh cuffs, with their supernatural powers cut off thanks to them. At least, until a group had decided to set them free.

"Hm, they're hardened. We'd probably need some sort of acid to make cutting through them easier. Even Bitch's dogs probably can't eat through them." A blonde girl wearing a skin-tight pink and black suit said with a finger on her chin.

"Whatever. Something's gotta be around..." A masculine voice came from what looked to be nothing but a shroud of darkness. Though as his darkness reached the bindings, they simply dissolved and fell apart.

"...Or that."

"Or that."

"Huh, well that saves us a massive pain in the ass."

The third voice that chimed in was a boy with black curly hair, his clothes and mask in a renaissance style that was a mix between stylish and just completely out of date.

Though with the bindings undone, the boy and shroud of darkness turned, moving out of the holding cell. The girl, on the other hand, gave the group a wink and a talk first.

"Now, as we agreed, you'll help us find someone in return. Got it? Otherwise, well, things won't go so well for you." With that implicit threat, she turned around herself, twirling a pistol in her hand as she walked off with the other two. And upon following them, the group would come out from a rackety wooden door, with quite the scene unfolding before them.

They had arrived in the main room with the others, with a girl sprouting scythes and legs from her limbs and battling what seemed to be a group even larger than their current one.

"Imp?"

To fight? Just make a run for it? Or maybe try to get a grasp of the situation? Each individual had a choice, and it was time to make one.

-Cast List-
@C.T. as Dimaria Yesta from Fairy Tail
Partner: DIO Brando
@Ringmaster as Chun Li from Street Fighter
Partner: Michael Myers
@Hana as Kanade Tachibana from Angel Beats!
Partner: Charlie
@Michale CS as Eleven from Stranger Things
Partner: Jason Voorhees
@Gummi Bunnies as Clarith from Evillious Chronicles
Partner: Sam
@york as David Hoover from The Crooked Man
Partner: Ghostface
@The Wanderer as Jacket from Hotline Miami
Partner: Tarman
@Crimson Spartan as Mercury from RWBY
Partner: The Creeper
@Takumi as Yurick from The Last Story
Partner: Captain Blake
@Kyy Namosaka as Clockwork from Creepypasta
Partner: Samara
@wakely as Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Nightvale
Partner: Stripe/Gremlin
@R-9 Pilot as Saya Koizumi, OC
Partner: Raziel
@Tarieles as Maddie and Julie Randolph, D-Gray Man OCs
Partner: Willard​

 

[Crimson Spartan]

After knocking down the hulking behemoth known as Jason Voorhees, Ruby's body took a pause to see the familiar man coming her way. But it seemed her body and her mind were almost completely separate. Ruby was panting and wheezing, yet the rest of her body remained completely still, as if analyzing the incoming threat.

And then with a sickening sound, her black sleeves exploded in a mesmerizing shower of crimson.

"Uuuaaahhh!!!"

Accompanied by a shriek so high-pitched it seemed inhuman. The flesh on her arms peeled away, like a snake shedding its skin, and two cylindrical metal rods protruding from the space in which her skin had been removed. Like claws, they came out quickly, unfolding into what seemed to be red and black scythes. Scythes that Mercury might have recognized as the girl's signature, personal weapon, the Crescent Rose.

Then a similar rain of blood exploded from the girl's legs, an appendage resembling a spider's legs popping out of each thigh. The legs looked fresh, covered in the remaining blood and skin that they had broken through to make their appearance. With an advanced looking scythe coming out of her arms and arachnoid legs sprouting from her own, it was becoming questionable whether one could even call her human at this point.

In other words, it seemed that the Ruby before them had undergone some "improvements."

Ruby's new legs lashed out to block Mercury's kicks, bending at impossible angles with high speed and power to deflect his onslaught. Without taking a step, the girl who was Mercury's inferior in unarmed combat easily negated his powerful combination kicks.

Clearly, she didn't fight at all like the Ruby Rose he knew. Though it didn't seem to be by choice.

"R-run! Run! Please...run!!!"

A cold sweat ran down Ruby's brow, soon disguising and mixing itself in with her tears. Her arms swung towards the silver-haired man, the Crescent Roses on each arm greatly increasing her range as the blades sought to reap the kicker's head!

The sound of metal against metal rang out as suddenly Imp would reappear, wielding what looked to be a nightstick. She'd held it out horizontally so as to block both of the incoming scythes at once, though it was clear she wouldn't be able to hold Ruby off like that for long.

Skitter finally stood back up, not looking to be any worse for wear. It was strange considering the impact she'd just taken, but on the other hand she had been lying there for a little while now. Reaching back, she drew a knife and began to strafe around slowly, the many flying insects around beginning to swarm together with her. A smokescreen of insects was formed as it became impossible to pinpoint her exact location.

---

Meanwhile in a separate area, a number of others had been imprisoned by flesh cuffs, with their supernatural powers cut off thanks to them. At least, until a group had decided to set them free.

"Hm, they're hardened. We'd probably need some sort of acid to make cutting through them easier. Even Bitch's dogs probably can't eat through them." A blonde girl wearing a skin-tight pink and black suit said with a finger on her chin.

"Whatever. Something's gotta be around..." A masculine voice came from what looked to be nothing but a shroud of darkness. Though as his darkness reached the bindings, they simply dissolved and fell apart.

"...Or that."

"Or that."

"Huh, well that saves us a massive pain in the ass."

The third voice that chimed in was a boy with black curly hair, his clothes and mask in a renaissance style that was a mix between stylish and just completely out of date.

Though with the bindings undone, the boy and shroud of darkness turned, moving out of the holding cell. The girl, on the other hand, gave the group a wink and a talk first.

"Now, as we agreed, you'll help us find someone in return. Got it? Otherwise, well, things won't go so well for you." With that implicit threat, she turned around herself, twirling a pistol in her hand as she walked off with the other two. And upon following them, the group would come out from a rackety wooden door, with quite the scene unfolding before them.

They had arrived in the main room with the others, with a girl sprouting scythes and legs from her limbs and battling what seemed to be a group even larger than their current one.

"Imp?"

To fight? Just make a run for it? Or maybe try to get a grasp of the situation? Each individual had a choice, and it was time to make one.

-Cast List-
@C.T. as Dimaria Yesta from Fairy Tail
Partner: DIO Brando
@Ringmaster as Chun Li from Street Fighter
Partner: Michael Myers
@Hana as Kanade Tachibana from Angel Beats!
Partner: Charlie
@Michale CS as Eleven from Stranger Things
Partner: Jason Voorhees
@Gummi Bunnies as Clarith from Evillious Chronicles
Partner: Sam
@york as David Hoover from The Crooked Man
Partner: Ghostface
@The Wanderer as Jacket from Hotline Miami
Partner: Tarman
@Crimson Spartan as Mercury from RWBY
Partner: The Creeper
@Takumi as Yurick from The Last Story
Partner: Captain Blake
@Kyy Namosaka as Clockwork from Creepypasta
Partner: Samara
@wakely as Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Nightvale
Partner: Stripe/Gremlin
@R-9 Pilot as Saya Koizumi, OC
Partner: Raziel
@Tarieles as Maddie and Julie Randolph, D-Gray Man OCs
Partner: Willard​

Many would probably panic at the sight of Ruby but as Mercury bounced backwards after having his kicks blocked he only had one thing to say..

"What the hell..?"

So helpful. Anyways Mercury noticed the two 'arm-scythes' that looked a lot like her crescent rose weapon he had prepared to dash out of the way when Imp appeared to block them. "You on a suicide mission or something, imp...?" Mercury remarked in a sarcastic manor before a new plan of attack formed in his mind. Well assassins always had to have a calm mind about combat and Mercury was the definition of calm as it would seem despite the situation.

"Oh no... I'm not running away yet... Somebody's gotta put you outta your misery, Red...

And that somebody....is me.... Imp! Disengage quickly... I have a plan."

To attempt to help Imp be able to disengage Mercury began to fire off more dust bullets. He was attempting to use the force of his shots to hopefully push the Crescent Rose arms away or at the very least knock them off course.


@C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Takumi @Kyy Namosaka @wakely @R-9 Pilot @Tarieles @Kaykay @Chewy Rabbits​

 

[Takumi]

"Oh? Where am I going now? Somewhere with brains? Please let it be somewhere with brains! I can smell your tasty brains, person who just picked me up.."

Having failed in his attempt to eat Bonesaw's brain, Tarman's severed head had passed hands from Sam to Clarith and now to Jacket. As the zombie's eyes rested upon his erstwhile friend, a smile flashed across the zombie's features. He may have been a rotting corpse that desired human brains to sate the agonizing pain that coated his existence but he knew a friend when he saw one! Maybe Jacket would be able to get him some brains!

"Jacket! You've gotta help me! I'm dying-well I mean I'm already dead-but I'm in pain! I need braaaaaaainssssss and I need them now!" As Jacket picked up the head, Tarman's smile only seemed to grow wider. He knew he could count on his friend! He would get a brain to munch on and he'd finally be able to quell his aching pain! Closing his eyes, Tarman sharply bit down onto what he felt his face pressed against!

"Mmm! It's been too long since I've had a brain! I almost forgot what the taste is like! It tastes tough and...Rotten???" Opening his eyes, Tarman noticed his jaws weren't biting into grey matter but instead the handcuffs Bonesaw had put on all of them, including Jacket! This meat was no good to Tarman! If he wanted to eat something rotting and disgusting, he would have tried eating bits of himself or that hockey mask wearing zombie! How could Jacket do this to him? Did Jacket really hate him?

Narrowing his eyes, Tarman kept his teeth closed on the handcuffs as his body staggered forward. For zombies as they're generally understood these days, removing the head or destroying the brain are the only surefire ways to stop them for good. But not so with Tarman and zombies of his ilk. Trioxin 1-2-3 allowed cadavers that were reanimated by it to survive headshots, retain the intelligence they had when they were alive, and more importantly if a limb was removed, that part acted independently of it's own accord!

Tarman's body had suffered a multitude of injuries. From being sliced here and there by Bonesaw's spiders to being shot by Ash's boomstick and now having another hole in his sternum! Courtesy of Bonesaw's extending hand and now he was being taunted! Tarman had thought that Jacket of all people would have understood his needs. He needed brains and nothing else would suffice! Certainly not rotting flesh that he could have very well picked off his own body! Bits of bone fell to the ground here and there as the headless body continued to stagger forward.

Clenching and un-clenching it's skeletal hands, it extended them outward to try and grab Jacket from behind. But as it turned out, Tarman's body wouldn't have to do that for bugs quickly made short work of the handcuffs! Sure, let the bugs get a meal but oh no not Tarman! He has to suffer! Deciding against trying to strangle Jacket, Tarman's body snatched up his head and tucked it under his arm.

"I thought you were my friend. Trying to get me to eat rotten flesh. I need brains, grey matter, the pink stuff! Not...This.."

Before Tarman's body would have made it too far however, the zombie was stopped as Ash stood in his way. Having been freed himself from those damn cuffs, the demon-slayer looked over the mutilated zombie with a mocking whistle.

"Dunno what you're complaining about, pal. In case we ever run out of shit to throw at the enemy, we got..." Ash paused to reach out and grab Tarman's head as he held it up so he was looking the zombie in the eyes. "The perfect weapon right here. A talking annoying deadite that wants to nosh on some delicious brains. But between you and me.." Leaning in with a smirk upon his face, Ash continued.

"You're not getting any."

"...No brains?"

Was this man kidding? Or was this some kind of implicit threat? Would he not allow Tarman to not have any brains ever? Who was he to dictate whether or not a zombie got a healthy doseage of brains to munch on? Some elderly jerk with a shotgun? Narrowing his eyes once more, Tarman opened his jaws and bit down--hard--on Ash's nose. "AGH! AHHHH! GET OFF! GET OFF MY NOSE!"

As Ash desperately flailed like a chicken with it's head cut off, Tarman's body gripped onto both sides of the head and pulled it back off Ash's nose. Leaving behind two very noticeable teeth marks on the bridge of Ash's nose. Thankfully, with Tarman's 'brand' of zombies you didn't get infected by bites. Well, at least not ones on the nose. Still stung like a son of a bitch though. Tucking the head under his arm, Tarman's body gave a defiant shrug of the shoulders as he staggered out of the room.

Rubbing his nose where he'd been bit, Ash rolled his eyes. Did any other supernatural freak want a piece of him? First it'd been deadites, then demons straight from the pits of hell, then Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees, and now it was a brain eating zombie and his own possessed car. Real luck of the century, Chosen One.

@The Wanderer @Kaykay ​

"Heh, so creepy crawlies come in all kinds of shapes and sizes for you, huh? Good thing we don't have man-sized bats. Now, their's a thought to send shivers down your spine, I'm sure.."

The Creeper flashed his teeth at Yurick in a fanged smile. Saliva glistened his fangs which looked yellow from centuries of misuse and decay. But the Creeper made a habit of sharpening his teeth whenever he could by filing them down with his knife and other assortment of bladed weapons.

Noticing Tarman stepping into the room, the Creeper gestured towards Ruby's body. "I heard you were looking for brains, right? Why not go and grab a bite out of her noggin? Can't be too decayed now can they..?" Having a feeling the brains were well beyond any rational consuming point, the demon simply chuckled to himself as Tarman set his head down and reached towards Ruby's corpse with saliva running down his jaw.

"Brains...Brains..BRAINSSSSSSSS!!"

But Ruby's hair came loose from Tarman's grip and the corpse teetered off to the side. Cracking her head against the ground, Tarman lashed out to try and scoop up what he could of the escaping grey matter. Much to the zombie's horror however, this body seemed to contain very little in that regard leaving Tarman, once again, craving brains but getting little in the way of returns.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Smashing his fist against the wall, Tarman cradled his severed head. Was this all some kind of twisted joke at his expense? Watching Tarman let out his display of grief with quite a modicum of satisfaction, the Creeper turned towards Yurick once more as he removed his hat revealing more of his demonic exterior. From one of his eyes having previously belonged to Ruby to his fangs and to the wispy strands of white hair that clung to the back of his scalp. But the most distinguishing feature may have been his green leathery skin.

"You said something about how pirates gotta fend for themselves? Well, I suppose you're right. I came into this mess to clear it up before it disrupted my feeding habits. Not out of any personal love for your kind.." The Creeper hissed out obviously referring to humans as a whole. "So far doesn't seem we've succeeded in much but.." Flashing a grin once more he gestured over towards Tarman and Ruby.

"It hasn't been a total bust. Hehehehe..."

Blake stood quietly as the Creeper and Yurick talked back and forth. Although he hadn't expected to pass on to whatever kind of afterlife awaited someone like him, he didn't imagine he'd be risking his undead hide helping to stop an even greater menace. While surrounded by all kinds of scum such as the Creeper, though after seeing him devour Ruby's eye the pirate saw the demon in a new light. The Creeper appeared to be similar to an animal that it needed to eat to survive.

That of course didn't excuse the sadism that came with the Creeper's revolting actions.

Turning towards Yurick, Blake idly glanced down at his hands. Having seen so many insects around him had been somewhat of an uncomfortable sight. Had Blake met his demise anywhere else but at sea, he might have had all kinds of these insects crawling around in his corpse feasting on whatever they could. Though he couldn't have been more grateful in this case, those handcuffs would have made sword fighting quite difficult. Extending a hand, Blake placed a hand upon Yurick's shoulder as the glow seemed to return to his eyes.

"...Thank you for your words, my boy."

Blake had thought about the Creeper's comment himself and Yurick's own response to it. While Blake may not have been the most pleasant person when he was alive, everything he did was in the name of his crew and as their captain, they followed him. Literally to their dying breath and this boy seemed to have understood that rather well. Even if mercenaries were usually the ones hired by the government to take the heads of people like Blake.

Now that he had given his thanks, there was something else Blake needed to tend to. Just as the Creeper had removed his hat, Blake would do some removing of his own. Gripping onto the moss that had grown over his skull as he decayed in the depths of the ocean, Blake tore away at it. Ripping chunks of it off at a time until his skull was finally revealed. Having been turned a darkish grey, Blake looked towards the Creeper.

"No more hiding what we are, either of us.."

"Heh, millennia-old demon and a undead pirate captain? Sure, sounds good to me.."

@Takumi
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Having been sated thanks to his mother's words yet again, Jason blinked as he realized he'd forgotten something! In his boiling rage towards the woman who had attacked his mother without warning, he'd left Eleven behind. The child who had understood Jason better than any of the others here likely could have. Well, with the exception of dear ol Mama Voorhees at least. Watching as Eleven made her way into the room, Jason lumbered over to stand by her side. There wasn't enough braincells left in Jason's head to deduce exactly what Eleven's power was, but Jason summed it up as 'moving stuff with her mind.'

Jason had fought a potential victim to be who could do that and she was an absolute nightmare. Electrocuting Jason with a live wire from a power pole, blowing the house he was in up, dropping a roof on him, setting him on fire, the works. Somehow Jason just kept on ticking and now that he had his mother and Eleven to look after, he wouldn't fall to the things Bonesaw put in his path. Spiders, deadites, he'd crush them all.

Though as a familiar face made his presence known, Jason's hand moved slightly towards the hilt of his machete.

On the outside Michael and Jason may have seemed like the same flavor of psycho maniac. Simply a big brute in a costume that wears a mask and can rip people apart with his bare hands. What separated them however was the simple inhuman nature Michael had to him. Whereas Jason had some semblance -even if not justifiable for his killing spree-of reasoning for what he does, Michael simply did it and enjoys it.

Michael also wasn't as much of a blunt instrument as Jason and had some level of intelligence. This sense of intelligence however lead to Michael being curious about the young girl who had found herself attached to Jason. While Michael hadn't fought someone with Eleven's particular 'abilities' himself, he had a member of his family who had a similar link to him as Eleven did with Jason. That of course being Michael's dear niece. The similarity however small was enough to incite somewhat of a violent urge in Michael as he stared down at the child only for Jason to step in his path once again.

This hadn't been the first time Jason and Michael had made their animosity towards eachother clear. Jason had never seen himself in the wrong for what he did. He was merely punishing sinners who had brought their fates upon themselves for their deviant behavior but somehow even he could feel there was something off in the other masked man. Perhaps it was the scared and frightened child buried under layers upon layers of hateful vengeance at Jason's core that was wary of Michael.

In Michael's eyes, Jason was little more than a obstacle. One that could either stand in his way and be murdered like the rest or one that could stand aside and let Michael get on with what he wished. Whichever route the undead serial killer took didn't matter much to Myers. Though after the display Chun-Li had put on by randomly attacking that woman, starting a fight with Jason might have drawn too much attention. So staring at Jason out of the corner of his eye, Michael turned and walked forward to stand by Chun-Li.

Watching Michael until Jason felt he was a safe enough distance away from Eleven, Jason kept his one good eye focused on the other murderer. Something deeper than rage and revenge lingered within Michael Myers and whatever it may have been? Jason wouldn't let it harm Eleven.

@Michale CS @Ringmaster
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"Hmm.."

Now wasn't that a curious little ability? Being able to control bugs to your every waking whim? Why that sounded like an excellent way to punish rulebreakers on Halloween night! Sic mosquitos on them and suck them dry until they're nothing but withered husks of the miserable scoundrels that they'd been in life! Or maybe the bugs could just eat them alive! After all, maggots and worms already got that covered for when you're dead!

Though it made Sam curious if she could control the maggots that were lurking within the tall one with the hockey mask. Could she bend him to her will by extension? That seemed to open up a whole door of possibilities. You had bugs and zombies! What a treat of a power! Jumping down from where he'd been crawling along the ceiling, Sam landed on a cat atop Mercury's head as he glanced down to look the teen in the eyes.

"Hehehehe!!"

Having had a bit of fun, Sam quickly leaped from Mercury and onto Clarith's back as he hung on for dear life. Why waddle or cling to walls when you could cling to a friend instead :D? Nuzzling into Clarith's back, Sam let out a soft murmur.

"Mmm.."

@Gummi Bunnies @Crimson Spartan
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"Yeah, wouldn't want to be caught off guard by spiders with even more buzzsaws.."

Although Ghostface's quip may have been so laden with sarcasm you could practically taste it, the spiders had been a real pain in the ass. At least with the zombies/deadites they were face level and you could just shoot them right in the face. With these little bastards you had to aim up and down depending if some leaped at you and tried to mulch your face.

For her troubles, Ghostface had earned herself a nasty gash on her shoulder and her ankle had been sliced. Which meant there'd be little to no running for this erstwhile killer.

Hobbling towards the exit of this room and into the other, Ghostface paused briefly as she ran thoughts through her head. She had a partner in Charlie and yeah while he did what she requested of him, he was ultimately more of a means to an end than anything else. But this guy had shot more of those little fuckers when she'd asked him to watch her back. Cursing under her breath, Ghostface eventually looked over her shoulder at David.

"...Thanks for watching my back."

@york
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"..."

Charlie hadn't minded Skitter's lack of a response to his statement. If he were in her shoes looking at the group, he probably would have doubted that they'd get by without murdering eachother let alone save the world. Having noticed the looks Michael and Jason had shot eachother's way, Charlie was indeed worried that's what would have ended up happening.

Two big guys hacking the other one up while the real threat got a giggle out of it. Not to mention that Charlie's hand was acting up again. A spider web like pattern had appeared over the hand and Charlie was concerned. He heard something about his hand being possessed but that couldn't be right. No, he was just a bit dizzy from everything that'd happened and he'd just need to bandage his hand up.

Pulling his sleeve up on that hand just in case, Charlie looked over at Angel wherever she may have been. While the others here didn't exactly seem like they were going to welcome Charlie with open arms, Angel stood out and she didn't seem like she'd rip him limb from limb if she got ornery. As the group continued moving ahead however, Charlie froze up as he got to the new room. The way it seemed to resemble the interior of a mansion, almost like...

"You wouldn't want to wake your mother now, would you, Charlie? Then I'd have to kill her too!"

Having noticed how Charlie froze up, Ash stepped forward and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Hey, you doing alright, Kid? You looked as pale as a ghost for a second there."

"V-Vampire.."

"What?"

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of the battle with Jerry, Charlie looked at Ash. The older man had been trying his best to help out Charlie throughout their journey so far and he appreciated it. He almost seemed like a younger version of Peter Vincent. If Peter Vincent had a shotgun and a chainsaw arm and was a bit of a pervert but given he was a highschool boy with his own hormones, Charlie wasn't going to fault Ash too much for that last one. Though he was curious about the bite marks on Ash's nose.

"Hey Ash, what happened to your nose?"

"...Don't worry about it."

@Hana
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From Jason all the way down to Tarman, the various horror denizens were surprised at what they'd seen. Hadn't this girl been dead and missing an eye but just a few moments ago? Not to mention that her head had cracked open like a ripe watermelon and yet here she had knocked the bug woman across the room. How did that work out? Pamela was nearly at a loss for words herself. This girl whom she had spent so much time with, talking to, trying to understand her perhaps due to her motherly instincts and now here she was attacking them?

"Oh, you poor poor child. I know exactly what you're going through..."

Well, in some respect anyway. Pamela knew what it was like to be sad as you fought. Even though her own murder spree had been one fueled by vengeance for Jason's supposed death, Pamela had been carrying the sadness resulting from her young son's demise with her all that time. Now, not only had this young girl returned to plague them but she seemed to carry some sense of remorse in doing so but she'd still strike them down if she wasn't stopped. After seeing what she'd done to that one who could control the insects, Pamela knew she stood no chance in a close quarters battle. This girl's speed was beyond anything Pamela had ever seen before.

But what Pamela lacked in supernatural prowess, she made up for in connections. Drawing her own machete just in case, Pamela looked towards her son. Although Jason's mask hid any kind of facial expression the zombie may have been expressing, he was in turn conflicted on how to proceed her. This girl had made it quite clear she wished them harm even if tears were rolling down her face. But while Jason may have very well been beyond the point of reasoning for any mortal man or woman, he still had some twisted sense of mortals and this would not allow him to harm a child..

Even if she would do him harm, there was no way a girl like this could truly hurt him, right?

As Jason prepared to let Mercury handle this as he wished, Pamela stepped forward and pressed a gentle hand onto Jason's back.

"I know what's going through her mind, Jason. She's frightened, just like any child would be in a situation like this. You weren't there with her but I was. I could see that there was a kindness within this child that a mother would be proud of. This girl standing before us would never wish us harm under normal circumstances. Whatever force is pushing her against us is behind this. You must be the one who ends her suffering, Jason. Kill her...Kill her!"

Jason froze up and looked down at his mother with a confused expression. He had understood perfectly when she'd ask of him to dispose of sinners. They were the kind of people that had taken his mother away from him! But she herself had said that this child had been kind to her. But then his mother wanted him to still kill her? Drawing his machete, Jason continued to stare at his mother for some kind of confirmation.

"Kill her, Jason! Free her from her suffering. Do it, do it for Mommy!"

"...!"

That was all the prodding Jason needed. He may have his own way of doing things but mother overruled all. Lumbering forward with his boots stomping along the ground with each step, he made his way past Mercury. Although Mercury had seemed to wish take the girl on alone, Jason would end this quickly and kill Ruby just like his mother wanted. With his machete held out at the side, Jason would go for a simple decapitation, nothing too fancy, just enough to get the job done.

*SWISH!*

As the machete went for it, Jason turned away afterwards. This girl may have been quick but dodging a swing from him? The insect girl had been caught off guard but Jason wouldn't make that mistake. He'd been in the game far too long. All he'd have to do now is wait for the thump of her head hitting the floor and the body following shortly after. Then his mother would congratulate him on a job well done.

"...?"

But the sound never came and Jason looked back in confusion. He had to have hit his mark, there was no question about it. Looking back at where Ruby had once been standing however, Jason saw nothing there. Not even the smallest drop of blood. As Jason idly wondered where the girl had done, his mother yelled out to him.

"JASON! BEHIND YOU!"

His eye widening, Jason turned on his heel and swung his machete downwards. The machete sliced down but again Jason made zero connection. Well, unless you count smashing his machete's blade into the floor a connection. Slowly getting annoyed at how his task on his mother's behalf was turning into a sideshow, Jason ripped his machete free and turned once again to swing. Only this time it wasn't Jason who went on the offensive. Faster than Jason could react blows rained down upon him. Ribs could have been heard shattering as the machete fell from Jason's hand and the giant was knocked flat on his back with his mask flying off to the side.

Pamela was aghast, how could her son have been beaten?!

"Jason!" She cried out as she rushed over to her son's side. The girl had moved too fast for Pamela to guide her son's blade efficiently enough but to think she had this much power. If this was the work of that devious little girl from before then they were in quite a spot...

@Kaykay @Hana @Ringmaster @Takumi @Michale CS @The Wanderer @C.T. (hope you feel better soon bud <3) @york @Crimson Spartan @Gummi Bunnies
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Yurick's visible eye twitched at the mentioning of man-sized bats. He was messing with thr Mercenary for sure, and said Mercenary didn't like it one bit.

He had the urge to set the demon ablaze, but the thought quickly left as soon as it came.

"I'm sure whatever feelings you have towards "my kind" are mutual." Yurick replied with a sneer. He barely paid Tarman any attention, since that specific undead creature was not only being loud as all hell, but overdramatic.

When Blake rested his hand on his shoulder and thanked him, Yurick looked up at the former seafarer.

"You're welcome, Captain." he replied, sneer gone and replaced with a look almost close to respect. Maybe it was because, in a way, his own father had a crew and ship and met death himself, though in a different fashion, or maybe he just decided on a whim to say something nice. Only he would really know the answer.

Once that was over, he merely rose a brow as Creeper and Blake removed their hat and the seaweed covering their heads respectively. He decided not to comment.

@Chewy Rabbits

After knocking down the hulking behemoth known as Jason Voorhees, Ruby's body took a pause to see the familiar man coming her way. But it seemed her body and her mind were almost completely separate. Ruby was panting and wheezing, yet the rest of her body remained completely still, as if analyzing the incoming threat.

And then with a sickening sound, her black sleeves exploded in a mesmerizing shower of crimson.

"Uuuaaahhh!!!"

Accompanied by a shriek so high-pitched it seemed inhuman. The flesh on her arms peeled away, like a snake shedding its skin, and two cylindrical metal rods protruding from the space in which her skin had been removed. Like claws, they came out quickly, unfolding into what seemed to be red and black scythes. Scythes that Mercury might have recognized as the girl's signature, personal weapon, the Crescent Rose.

Then a similar rain of blood exploded from the girl's legs, an appendage resembling a spider's legs popping out of each thigh. The legs looked fresh, covered in the remaining blood and skin that they had broken through to make their appearance. With an advanced looking scythe coming out of her arms and arachnoid legs sprouting from her own, it was becoming questionable whether one could even call her human at this point.

In other words, it seemed that the Ruby before them had undergone some "improvements."

Ruby's new legs lashed out to block Mercury's kicks, bending at impossible angles with high speed and power to deflect his onslaught. Without taking a step, the girl who was Mercury's inferior in unarmed combat easily negated his powerful combination kicks.

Clearly, she didn't fight at all like the Ruby Rose he knew. Though it didn't seem to be by choice.

"R-run! Run! Please...run!!!"

A cold sweat ran down Ruby's brow, soon disguising and mixing itself in with her tears. Her arms swung towards the silver-haired man, the Crescent Roses on each arm greatly increasing her range as the blades sought to reap the kicker's head!

The sound of metal against metal rang out as suddenly Imp would reappear, wielding what looked to be a nightstick. She'd held it out horizontally so as to block both of the incoming scythes at once, though it was clear she wouldn't be able to hold Ruby off like that for long.

Skitter finally stood back up, not looking to be any worse for wear. It was strange considering the impact she'd just taken, but on the other hand she had been lying there for a little while now. Reaching back, she drew a knife and began to strafe around slowly, the many flying insects around beginning to swarm together with her. A smokescreen of insects was formed as it became impossible to pinpoint her exact location.

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Meanwhile in a separate area, a number of others had been imprisoned by flesh cuffs, with their supernatural powers cut off thanks to them. At least, until a group had decided to set them free.

"Hm, they're hardened. We'd probably need some sort of acid to make cutting through them easier. Even Bitch's dogs probably can't eat through them." A blonde girl wearing a skin-tight pink and black suit said with a finger on her chin.

"Whatever. Something's gotta be around..." A masculine voice came from what looked to be nothing but a shroud of darkness. Though as his darkness reached the bindings, they simply dissolved and fell apart.

"...Or that."

"Or that."

"Huh, well that saves us a massive pain in the ass."

The third voice that chimed in was a boy with black curly hair, his clothes and mask in a renaissance style that was a mix between stylish and just completely out of date.

Though with the bindings undone, the boy and shroud of darkness turned, moving out of the holding cell. The girl, on the other hand, gave the group a wink and a talk first.

"Now, as we agreed, you'll help us find someone in return. Got it? Otherwise, well, things won't go so well for you." With that implicit threat, she turned around herself, twirling a pistol in her hand as she walked off with the other two. And upon following them, the group would come out from a rackety wooden door, with quite the scene unfolding before them.

They had arrived in the main room with the others, with a girl sprouting scythes and legs from her limbs and battling what seemed to be a group even larger than their current one.

"Imp?"

To fight? Just make a run for it? Or maybe try to get a grasp of the situation? Each individual had a choice, and it was time to make one.

-Cast List-
@C.T. as Dimaria Yesta from Fairy Tail
Partner: DIO Brando
@Ringmaster as Chun Li from Street Fighter
Partner: Michael Myers
@Hana as Kanade Tachibana from Angel Beats!
Partner: Charlie
@Michale CS as Eleven from Stranger Things
Partner: Jason Voorhees
@Gummi Bunnies as Clarith from Evillious Chronicles
Partner: Sam
@york as David Hoover from The Crooked Man
Partner: Ghostface
@The Wanderer as Jacket from Hotline Miami
Partner: Tarman
@Crimson Spartan as Mercury from RWBY
Partner: The Creeper
@Takumi as Yurick from The Last Story
Partner: Captain Blake
@Kyy Namosaka as Clockwork from Creepypasta
Partner: Samara
@wakely as Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Nightvale
Partner: Stripe/Gremlin
@R-9 Pilot as Saya Koizumi, OC
Partner: Raziel
@Tarieles as Maddie and Julie Randolph, D-Gray Man OCs
Partner: Willard​

Yurick considered his options. He knew that this girl was too fast for him, that fact he hated, but also he felt as if she wasn't dealt with soon she would most likely come back later. Would Mercury even be able to do as he said he would?

Not only that but it would seem that more people joined their group. He wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse in one way or the other.

@Chewy Rabbits @Kaykay @C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Crimson Spartan @wakely @R-9 Pilot @Kyy Namosaka @Tarieles @Anybody I missed

 

[Chewy Rabbits]

After knocking down the hulking behemoth known as Jason Voorhees, Ruby's body took a pause to see the familiar man coming her way. But it seemed her body and her mind were almost completely separate. Ruby was panting and wheezing, yet the rest of her body remained completely still, as if analyzing the incoming threat.

"How...How could you do this to my son? Do you think your mother would have been pleased seeing you on the ground, broken and battered? I'm a mother and I was appalled at seeing what became of your body! You were decaying with each passing moment and yet I could feel an ache in my heart. One that told me somewhere your parents were upset knowing they'd never see their child again..."

Pamela muttered as she stared forlornly at Ruby. Pamela had held some conversations with the girl back when they were held captive. Pamela could appreciate the girl's hopeful spirit. That they would be liberated and that they would get revenge on the monster who locked them up like animals on display!

Yet she had returned in some way to stand before them. Wasn't the only kind and sensible thing to do in this case would be to murder her? Though, perhaps murder was too strong of a word. Maybe 'eliminate' would have been a better choice. Pamela was getting on in years and didn't possess a supernatural physique like her son. So most of her own kills had been done through deceit and making them before the victim could resist.

Thus, she left the task of imparting the decisive blow to her beloved son. When Jason had moved forward to follow through with the task, the girl simply seemed to toy with him. Moving faster than the zombie could react, Jason Voorhees-who had gone toe to toe with Leatherface/Ash Williams/Freddy Krueger-had been laid flat on his back. Leaving his dear mother to grieve by his side as she glared forward.

"Whatever force brings you against us, whatever dark force arose you from the cold sleep of death, they mean nothing to me. They hold little weight against a sorrowful mother. You'll earn your rest but not before you pay for what you did to my son!"

The killer hissed as she reached for her own knife. If Jason hadn't stood a chance of tagging this girl, in the back of Pamela's head, she knew full well that she stood little chance herself. In fact she might have only made things harder on those more capable of fighting her by getting in the way. But what was she expected to do? Simply stand on the sidelines while the girl who Pamela had wished to help only for her to instead attack her son go on about her business?

Though while most middle-aged women might have made wiser decisions than Pamela and simply stayed at their son's side, Pamela was different. In that she was as insane as her son was. Although there was a part of her mind that knew just how crazy it would have been to get caught up in all this, the majority of her mind didn't share that same train of thought. Oh no, as a matter of fact her thoughts were something completely different.

"Kill her, Mommy! Don't let her get away! Kill her!"

"I won't, Jason, I won't..."

Having 'heard' her son's voice prodding her on to punish the sinners, Pamela had all the motivation to start her killing spree. Jason was just as upset as she was with those monstrous camp counselors! They should have been watching him instead of making love! But now that she'd finally reunited with her son, Ruby seemed content to beat her son down right in front of her. Well, Pamela would have none of it! As 'Jason' continued his mantra over and over in Pamela's head, the aging serial killer watched Imp and Mercury's movements, waiting for the right time to rush in and try to get a swipe in on Ruby, any kind of gash on her at all...

@Crimson Spartan
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And then with a sickening sound, her black sleeves exploded in a mesmerizing shower of crimson.

"Uuuaaahhh!!!"

Accompanied by a shriek so high-pitched it seemed inhuman. The flesh on her arms peeled away, like a snake shedding its skin, and two cylindrical metal rods protruding from the space in which her skin had been removed. Like claws, they came out quickly, unfolding into what seemed to be red and black scythes. Scythes that Mercury might have recognized as the girl's signature, personal weapon, the Crescent Rose.

Ugh.

Jason Voorhees didn't feel pain quite like the average person down the street did. He wasn't one to cry out if he'd been stabbed, shot, electrocuted or anything else under the sun. But there was still a pain factor buried deep down within the undead murderer's core. Somehow, this girl who Jason had felt somewhat conflicted about had reached it when only the likes of homicidal dream demons could reach it previously.

Opening his eye for one thing, Jason glanced around to try and reorient himself. The last thing he'd seen before everything went black for a moment was the ceiling as he fell back. He'd heard his mother call out to him and the sound of his machete clattering against the floor. Digging his chipped and jagged nails against the floor, Jason attempted to raise himself up into a seated position. To try and survey just how badly the damage had been.

The task had been easier said than done. Jason's gnarled and misshapen teeth gnashed together as he glanced down. Ribs had been cracked, fractured and the front of his already mangled shirt had been soaked in his own blood. Previously, it'd been the oil and whatever else lay within those spiders that Bonesaw used. Then after one brief spat with this girl and not only had she'd taken him down but she'd hurt him. It'd take him some time for these wounds to shift back into place.

As Jason finished glancing at his wounds, he blinked as he noticed his mother was no longer by his side. That seemed rather strange to the zombie, she hadn't seemed like she'd leave his side for anything-Wait, was she planning to engage the girl herself? The one who liked to talk and kick seemed to finally be getting his chance to fight Ruby. Couldn't she stay back where she wouldn't get hurt? Reaching out a hand towards her, Jason winced. It seemed that in the process of blows striking him, his arms had been hit as well. Likely explained why he'd dropped the machete like he had.

Watching as the skin peeled back on Ruby's arms to reveal her 'weapons', Jason's eye narrowed slightly. That didn't seem quite right now did it? Jason may have understood and sympathized with the plight some children went through. But the ones he'd gone out of his way to help suffered some form of humiliation from their peers-who'd meet their end at Jason's hands but that was another story-but this girl seemed to be just as shocked as to what was happening to her body as the others were. Knowing rising to his feet would have been futile until his wounds healed up more, Jason's hand clawed along the ground towards his hockey mask.

That mask had been with Jason, through thick and through thin. After his original mask had been destroyed in his battle with the psychic Tina due to her snapping it straight down the middle, Jason had found another one. This one had suffered it's own wear and tear over the years with the serial killer with the paint chipping away, chunks of it torn away while Jason had either been buried/submerged in Crystal Lake's watery depths. He wouldn't let one setback keep it from him.

Slipping two of his fingers in through the eyeholes of the mask, Jason dragged it back to him and gripped his machete in the other hand. For however much his body may have hurt, he couldn't stand idly by. His mother was already seeking revenge and Jason couldn't let her get hurt. He'd already lost her once and he wouldn't let it happen again. The only question now was if Jason could get to his mother in time.

"..."

@Michale CS
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Then a similar rain of blood exploded from the girl's legs, an appendage resembling a spider's legs popping out of each thigh. The legs looked fresh, covered in the remaining blood and skin that they had broken through to make their appearance. With an advanced looking scythe coming out of her arms and arachnoid legs sprouting from her own, it was becoming questionable whether one could even call her human at this point.

In other words, it seemed that the Ruby before them had undergone some "improvements."

Ruby's new legs lashed out to block Mercury's kicks, bending at impossible angles with high speed and power to deflect his onslaught. Without taking a step, the girl who was Mercury's inferior in unarmed combat easily negated his powerful combination kicks.

Clearly, she didn't fight at all like the Ruby Rose he knew. Though it didn't seem to be by choice.

"..."

Michael watched the proceedings with little to no change in his demeanor. He certainly had never seen a child's arms split open to reveal scythe like blades or their legs rupturing to expose mechanical spider legs. But he wasn't disturbed by the sight in any case. Which might have lead one to wonder what if anything unnerved 'The Shape.' For his part, Michael had little interest in engaging in a drawn out knuckle-to-knuckle brawl with the disfigured child. He'd already seen it take Jason down and if Michael's assumptions were correct, they were around the same in terms of strength.

Hence if he were to get mixed up in all this, all it would do is get him injured. While he doubted this girl's blows could keep him down, Michael saw no need to turn himself into a blood sprinkler just because he likely could endure more of Ruby's strikes than other in the group could. If it came down to it then Michael would snap the child's neck or crush her head, whichever seemed like the quicker option at the time. But only after the others weakened the girl.

Mercury and the girl they'd met in the cell, 'Imp' was her name if Michael recalled correctly, seemed to be taking this task upon themselves. If they won then they could move on without any hassle. If they died then that was that and someone else would have to step up to the plate. If no one desired to? Then Michael would be the one to clean up the 'mess.'

While Michael was more wary of getting caught up in the fight, another ghoulish member of the group was far more interested. Especially since he had somewhat of a connection to this girl! However, fleeting it may have been.

"Bang."

Lowering his finger after the comical gesture, the Creeper pushed up the brim of his hat. Spreading his smile from cheek to cheek, the Creeper stared down the way at where Mercury and Imp were engaging Ruby. By all accounts this looked to be the same girl who had so 'graciously' handed over her eye for the demon to consume as the silver eye in his right eye socket showed. But if she was a reanimated corpse then they couldn't have that. She might have wanted her eye back at some point!

The Creeper was many things, from sadistic to perverted in how he treated some potential victims. But he was above all else: greedy. What may have at one point been someone else's head or arm or leg was his when he consumed it and it became a part of him. The same went for the eye he plucked and gobbled down. If Ruby finished with the others here and decided she'd want it back? The Creeper was going to make sure she returned to Death's grasp before then..

Pulling off his hat and letting it drop to the floor, frills extended from the top and sides of the Creeper's head as he bared his fangs. Those two may have been settling for close range but long range worked just as fine for the demon.

"Time's up, kid.."

Opening up his jacket, the Creeper fished out another knife. This one had a fine steel tip to it and had a bellybutton sewn onto the back of it with an ear on the other side. Quite grotesque to the casual and normal observer. But whatever parts the Creeper didn't need from any given victim? Might as well get some use out of the dead weight and what better way to do that then show off some artistic talent?

Winding his claw back, the Creeper whipped the knife forward. The knife sailed through the air as Creeper intended for the blade's course to end with it embedded right in the side of Ruby's head. The quicker she died, the faster they could put this behind them.

@Ringmaster
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"R-run! Run! Please...run!!!"

A cold sweat ran down Ruby's brow, soon disguising and mixing itself in with her tears. Her arms swung towards the silver-haired man, the Crescent Roses on each arm greatly increasing her range as the blades sought to reap the kicker's head!

The sound of metal against metal rang out as suddenly Imp would reappear, wielding what looked to be a nightstick. She'd held it out horizontally so as to block both of the incoming scythes at once, though it was clear she wouldn't be able to hold Ruby off like that for long.

Skitter finally stood back up, not looking to be any worse for wear. It was strange considering the impact she'd just taken, but on the other hand she had been lying there for a little while now. Reaching back, she drew a knife and began to strafe around slowly, the many flying insects around beginning to swarm together with her. A smokescreen of insects was formed as it became impossible to pinpoint her exact location.

"Run? Why would I run when I could just eat your braaaaaaainsssssss!!"

Tarman wasn't quite sure what was happening here. He had seen Ruby's corpse and there hadn't been any brains within it. Despite that she was standing here before them, talking and crying! You had to have had a brain to do that! Which meant that she must have somehow hid her brains from him. Well, she wouldn't be able to do it for much longer! He'd get his hands on her and crack open her skull like one would a walnut. Then he'd get at those nice juicy brains and he'd finally be a content zombie!

...Well, at least until the pain came back again.

The only problems with Tarman's decided course of action however were that Ruby's body in her current state would have left him as a zombie fillet. One that could no doubt wiggle around but he certainly wouldn't be eating any brains any time soon. Not to mention the fact that his head was still being lugged around by his body like some kind of gruesome antique. But Tarman's mind was made up. He'd go and devour some brains and be happy!

Or he would have had someone not bum rushed him from behind and put him in a full nelson. Tarman yelped as his head fell from his hand's grip and thumped onto the floor as his body struggled against whoever was holding it.

"Let! Me! Go!"

Tarman's body lurched forward and clawed at the air, what kind of monster could have been keeping him from the brains he desired!?

The 'monster' was none other than someone who had narrowly avoided getting devoured by Tarman: Charlie Brewster! He'd seen Tarman's poor state and while Charlie didn't have any lost love for zombies in particular, he didn't wish to see one of their number taken down. More so when he'd seen first hand how Tarman had 'fared' against Bonesaw who treated him as little more than a curiosity than anything else. Charlie didn't need to be a battle strategist to know Tarman didn't stand a chance in this current fight.

"Stop fighting me, bastard! You're gonna get yourself..."

Charlie stopped himself as he realized just how redundant that last word was gonna sound. If decapitating himself and getting shot through the sternum by a shotgun didn't do him in then he doubted getting sliced up would 'kill' him. Probably still wouldn't feel too pleasant to say the least. Charlie just hoped that got through this guy's head before too long since he was bucking like a bull in an attempt to wrestle Charlie off him and he smelled bad!!

"I don't need your help! I need to get the brains!"

Pulling his arms free from Charlie, the teen's eyes widened as he watched Tarman's body rear it's right elbow back. The zombie wasn't happy with having it's soon to be meal interrupted!

"Oh shit-" The elbow cracked Charlie right in the mouth, tearing his bottom lip open as he stumbled back onto his rear. Geez, for a rotting corpse this guy still packed quite a punch! Feeling a stream of blood run down his chin, Charlie glared and lashed out with his infected hand. The hand grabbed Tarman's ankle and he gave a sharp yank. The body quickly lost it's footing and collapsed down onto it's chest as it smashed it's fists into the ground and kicked out with it's free foot.

"You're not getting us or anybody else in danger!"

Charlie exclaimed as he glanced around. Whatever was going on with this hand had allowed him to pull down Tarman's body when he might have had a harder time of it otherwise. But he knew that eventually Tarman would have thrown him off yet again and continued towards Ruby. Charlie had almost got his skull crunched by this monster but if Ruby beat Mercury and Imp? They were gonna need all the hands they could. Which meant they couldn't waste themselves on stupid tasks like getting brains!

Catching Ghostface out of the corner of his eye, Charlie looked towards the costumed killer and yelled out. "Hey! Think you could lend me...agh...a hand!?"

Ghostface turned in surprise, was he talking to her? Like hell she was going to risk her life when this kid was sprouting blades out of her arms! She had to deal with mechanical spiders, zombies, and now this mess? No thank you! Turning her head as if she hadn't heard Charlie, Ghostface started to take a step back but she paused.

What awaited her if she were to go back? She'd already lined herself up as a enemy of Bonesaw. The idea drifted here and there about ditching the costume on poor sap but would it work? Had Bonesaw seen what she looked like through her spiders? But what did she have if she stayed here? Sure, there was safety in numbers but despite being built like a brick shithouse, Jason went down to this kid. What the hell was she-a teenaged girl in a halloween costume-supposed to do here?!

"Help!"

Glancing back and forth from where the group had come and towards Charlie, Ghostface continued to internally debate. While she would have been happy if she could get out of this alive and all by herself, she had a feeling she wouldn't be so lucky. Besides, that David guy had done her a solid and watched her back. She supposed she could help out the members of his group for a bit longer. Making her way over to Charlie's side, she grabbed Tarman's other leg which had been kicking Charlie in the head.

"Ugh! Why the hell are you trying to help this guy anyway? Didn't he try eating your brains?" Ghostface exclaimed as Tarman grew even more frustrated now that there were two people trying to restrain his body. "Yeah, I know. He's a rotting zombie who lives only to eat brains. But you and I sure as hell can't fight this girl! So we might as well try to preserve the members of the group that aren't currently risking their neck!"

As Charlie talked, some of the stray blood that dripped from his busted lip got on Jill's mask. Leaving the slasher feeling...rather annoyed to say the least.

"...Sorry."

@Hana @york
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Yurick considered his options. He knew that this girl was too fast for him, that fact he hated, but also he felt as if she wasn't dealt with soon she would most likely come back later. Would Mercury even be able to do as he said he would?

Not only that but it would seem that more people joined their group. He wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse in one way or the other.

As Yurick weighed his options, he could have heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind. If he turned to look, he'd see Blake with his seemingly eternally soaked hair drifting off to the side and his red eyes staring right at the merc. Blake's sword had remained in it's sheath so far. But mostly because he had seen little need to step in as of the current moment. Still, he could see that the human he'd acquainted himself with was stuck in thought.

"Do not stress yourself thinking of what you could be doing. Some of our men are already risking their lives. No need for a senseless victim, aye?"

Blake didn't mean to sound as if he was undermining Yurick's capabilities but this distressed child's sudden mutations seemed like they'd be more for Blake, let alone Yurick. So Blake saw little need to engage unless it was absolutely necessary.

Reaching a hand towards the hilt of his sword however, the sound of metal scraping across the scabbard could be heard. Pulling it out fully, Blake looked over the blade. He hadn't been able to utilize it to it's full potential due to the handcuffs making his sword rather unwieldy. Here it seemed like an ample chance to try out and see how rusty his sword skills had gotten over the years.

"But when the chance for us to fight does arrive, rest assured. I will be by your side..."

While Blake made it a point to assure Yurick of his loyalty, another member of the group was having difficulties of his own. Having come in behind the others so as to better watch the rear(Dimaria's rear that is ahem ahem), Ash hadn't been too disturbed by Ruby's transformation. Once you had to chop your possessed sister in half with a chainsaw, you've practically seen it all. Still, as he reached for his boomstick, beads of sweat rolled down Ash's head.

"Gonna pull out the boomstick, put this kid in time-out permanently, and we can all get on with our terrible lives. Starting right about....now." But Ash's hand had still grown shaky as he trembled while clutching the stock of his shotgun. What was it that was keeping him from blasting this kid's skull all over the place?!

@Takumi
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And that somebody....is me.... Imp! Disengage quickly... I have a plan."

To attempt to help Imp be able to disengage Mercury began to fire off more dust bullets. He was attempting to use the force of his shots to hopefully push the Crescent Rose arms away or at the very least knock them off course.

Peter Parker of Earth 2419 was similar to the original Peter Parker. He had a job as a photographer at the Daily Bugle working under the miserly JJJ , had a lovely girlfriend in Mary Jane Watson, and a caring aunt in May Parker. Unlike the other Peter Parker, this one was infected by a virus transmitted by a superhero known as The Sentry. Said virus turned the once friendly neighborhood Spider-Man into a mass murdering flesh-devouring zombie. Those people that were mentioned before?

They were the first meals on Spidey's list.

But after every meal, it seemed as if Peter realized how much of a monster he had turned into. But he knew that he was already dead and unless one of his comrades felt obliged? He wasn't going to be staying down for some time to come. Though as the Necronomicon's influence had brought back beings like Pamela Voorhees who had been dead in other killer's timelines, Peter was no exception. Having found himself shackled up alongside a gritty looking Australian, it took all of the willpower Peter had to not dig into everybody there.

Now that that he was free? He was going to do all that he could to help out! Maybe he could be an asset for good instead one of the beings that brought about the end of civilization in his universe.

"Looks like they need help...I'm not gonna stand by while they fight alone!"

*click click*

"Ah, are you serious right now...???"

It seems like in the midst of devouring everybody he ever loved and cared about, Peter forgot to re-stock his web cartridges. Which if this had been the normal Peter Parker meant he'd have to get in down and dirty. Which he certainly wouldn't have minded. These guys were nice enough to release him too and so he'd do what he could to spare a helping hand. But this meant what would come next would have been quite painful.

*RIIIIIIIP!*

"ARGHH! IT HURTS, IT HUUUUURTS!"

Don't have any webbing fluid? Don't have any use for those pesky veins and arteries that're just taking up space in your rotting body? Put them to use in a new fashion! Peter couldn't quite understand why this rather disturbing act caused him-a zombie-pain but it wasn't as if he was going to complain too much. For all the people he'd consumed like-like Mary Jane...

He'd endure this pain and so much more! The 'webbing' consisting of Peter's veins lashed out towards Ruby's legs to try and stick them right where they were. Maybe then the kicking guy would have more of a chance to land a hit!

@Dec (your partner's introduction bud! <3) @Crimson Spartan @Kaykay
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"Now, as we agreed, you'll help us find someone in return. Got it? Otherwise, well, things won't go so well for you." With that implicit threat, she turned around herself, twirling a pistol in her hand as she walked off with the other two. And upon following them, the group would come out from a rackety wooden door, with quite the scene unfolding before them.

They had arrived in the main room with the others, with a girl sprouting scythes and legs from her limbs and battling what seemed to be a group even larger than their current one.

"Imp?"

To fight? Just make a run for it? Or maybe try to get a grasp of the situation? Each individual had a choice, and it was time to make one.

"I...I think we're in even m-more of a problem now.." The mild-mannered man squeaked out as he stood among the new escapees with two duffel bags in tow. With someone dressed as nicely as him, you might not have expected him to be among guys like a zombified Spiderman or a soul-sucking wraith who was missing his lower jaw. Well, the truth was that Willard Stiles had been working at an office. At least until his boss fired him and then attempted to steal his own home from him.

Having ended up being pulled into this seemingly ever-expanding mess like the others, Willard hadn't come alone. But he wasn't referring to the others he'd escaped with. He knew that things looked even more bleak but as a small white rat crawled up Willard's right shoulder, the man looked towards the creature with a small smile. "E-Everrrrything's gonna be okay, Socrates. I...I won't let anyone hurt you.." Setting down the duffel bags, Willard opened them up and looked towards Ruby.

"Tear her up, rip her apart..."

Upon Wilard's command, a wave of rats poured out of the bags with some staying back just in case. While Willard may not have been the best around fellow humans, at least his rats understood him better than anyone else ever could. Having seen Ruby being attacked from multiple angles, Willard figured maybe the rats could be a nuisance if enough of them got on her...

"Hehehehe, plenty of fun.."

The diminutive gremlin-like creature by the name of 'Stripe' quipped as he sat atop Cecil's head. His kind weren't exactly known for their eloquency but he hadn't earned his spot as the leader of the Gremlins for being an idiot. He wasn't about to get mixed up in a fight he knew was out of his depth. But he knew for a fact that it'd be a hell of a lot of fun to watch!

@Tarieles @wakely @R-9 Pilot @Kyy Namosaka @Gummi Bunnies @C.T. @Anybody else I haven't tagged




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[R-9 Pilot]

Being locked up in a strange place by forces unknown to her was sadly less of an uncommon occurrence than Saya would like to admit. She wasn't sure this one was related to her usual troubles, although some sort of restraint that would keep her from transforming certainly didn't feel off the mark. After some experimental struggling, she'd given up for simply waiting. The motley crew who arrived weren't the sort she'd expected, though it was quickly clear enough they weren't likely her captors, either.

"I'm glad acid won't be an option," she said as she moved her previously restrained limbs, doing her best to warm them up. "And don't worry, if you're looking for someone, I'll help you out. It's only natural for a magical girl, after all~" She winked at the other girl, apparently oblivious to the implied threat.

Following her rescuers out into the hallway, she ran into quite the spectacle. A whole crowd of assembled people...and things which aren't exactly people, from all walks of life from the look of it. And some of them were fighting some sort of monster spider lady with scythes for arms. Definitely not the sort of folks she was used to. This didn't really seem like the right style.

"Holy freaking crap!" It was an appropriate sort of response to the battle unfolding in front of her. It really was turning into quite a mess, so she held back for the moment. She could transform and contribute, but she couldn't be sure she wouldn't hit someone else in the ensuing melee, and with such superior numbers, things were already well in hand, right?

 

[Takumi]

"How...How could you do this to my son? Do you think your mother would have been pleased seeing you on the ground, broken and battered? I'm a mother and I was appalled at seeing what became of your body! You were decaying with each passing moment and yet I could feel an ache in my heart. One that told me somewhere your parents were upset knowing they'd never see their child again..."

Pamela muttered as she stared forlornly at Ruby. Pamela had held some conversations with the girl back when they were held captive. Pamela could appreciate the girl's hopeful spirit. That they would be liberated and that they would get revenge on the monster who locked them up like animals on display!

Yet she had returned in some way to stand before them. Wasn't the only kind and sensible thing to do in this case would be to murder her? Though, perhaps murder was too strong of a word. Maybe 'eliminate' would have been a better choice. Pamela was getting on in years and didn't possess a supernatural physique like her son. So most of her own kills had been done through deceit and making them before the victim could resist.

Thus, she left the task of imparting the decisive blow to her beloved son. When Jason had moved forward to follow through with the task, the girl simply seemed to toy with him. Moving faster than the zombie could react, Jason Voorhees-who had gone toe to toe with Leatherface/Ash Williams/Freddy Krueger-had been laid flat on his back. Leaving his dear mother to grieve by his side as she glared forward.

"Whatever force brings you against us, whatever dark force arose you from the cold sleep of death, they mean nothing to me. They hold little weight against a sorrowful mother. You'll earn your rest but not before you pay for what you did to my son!"

The killer hissed as she reached for her own knife. If Jason hadn't stood a chance of tagging this girl, in the back of Pamela's head, she knew full well that she stood little chance herself. In fact she might have only made things harder on those more capable of fighting her by getting in the way. But what was she expected to do? Simply stand on the sidelines while the girl who Pamela had wished to help only for her to instead attack her son go on about her business?

Though while most middle-aged women might have made wiser decisions than Pamela and simply stayed at their son's side, Pamela was different. In that she was as insane as her son was. Although there was a part of her mind that knew just how crazy it would have been to get caught up in all this, the majority of her mind didn't share that same train of thought. Oh no, as a matter of fact her thoughts were something completely different.

"Kill her, Mommy! Don't let her get away! Kill her!"

"I won't, Jason, I won't..."

Having 'heard' her son's voice prodding her on to punish the sinners, Pamela had all the motivation to start her killing spree. Jason was just as upset as she was with those monstrous camp counselors! They should have been watching him instead of making love! But now that she'd finally reunited with her son, Ruby seemed content to beat her son down right in front of her. Well, Pamela would have none of it! As 'Jason' continued his mantra over and over in Pamela's head, the aging serial killer watched Imp and Mercury's movements, waiting for the right time to rush in and try to get a swipe in on Ruby, any kind of gash on her at all...

@Crimson Spartan
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Ugh.

Jason Voorhees didn't feel pain quite like the average person down the street did. He wasn't one to cry out if he'd been stabbed, shot, electrocuted or anything else under the sun. But there was still a pain factor buried deep down within the undead murderer's core. Somehow, this girl who Jason had felt somewhat conflicted about had reached it when only the likes of homicidal dream demons could reach it previously.

Opening his eye for one thing, Jason glanced around to try and reorient himself. The last thing he'd seen before everything went black for a moment was the ceiling as he fell back. He'd heard his mother call out to him and the sound of his machete clattering against the floor. Digging his chipped and jagged nails against the floor, Jason attempted to raise himself up into a seated position. To try and survey just how badly the damage had been.

The task had been easier said than done. Jason's gnarled and misshapen teeth gnashed together as he glanced down. Ribs had been cracked, fractured and the front of his already mangled shirt had been soaked in his own blood. Previously, it'd been the oil and whatever else lay within those spiders that Bonesaw used. Then after one brief spat with this girl and not only had she'd taken him down but she'd hurt him. It'd take him some time for these wounds to shift back into place.

As Jason finished glancing at his wounds, he blinked as he noticed his mother was no longer by his side. That seemed rather strange to the zombie, she hadn't seemed like she'd leave his side for anything-Wait, was she planning to engage the girl herself? The one who liked to talk and kick seemed to finally be getting his chance to fight Ruby. Couldn't she stay back where she wouldn't get hurt? Reaching out a hand towards her, Jason winced. It seemed that in the process of blows striking him, his arms had been hit as well. Likely explained why he'd dropped the machete like he had.

Watching as the skin peeled back on Ruby's arms to reveal her 'weapons', Jason's eye narrowed slightly. That didn't seem quite right now did it? Jason may have understood and sympathized with the plight some children went through. But the ones he'd gone out of his way to help suffered some form of humiliation from their peers-who'd meet their end at Jason's hands but that was another story-but this girl seemed to be just as shocked as to what was happening to her body as the others were. Knowing rising to his feet would have been futile until his wounds healed up more, Jason's hand clawed along the ground towards his hockey mask.

That mask had been with Jason, through thick and through thin. After his original mask had been destroyed in his battle with the psychic Tina due to her snapping it straight down the middle, Jason had found another one. This one had suffered it's own wear and tear over the years with the serial killer with the paint chipping away, chunks of it torn away while Jason had either been buried/submerged in Crystal Lake's watery depths. He wouldn't let one setback keep it from him.

Slipping two of his fingers in through the eyeholes of the mask, Jason dragged it back to him and gripped his machete in the other hand. For however much his body may have hurt, he couldn't stand idly by. His mother was already seeking revenge and Jason couldn't let her get hurt. He'd already lost her once and he wouldn't let it happen again. The only question now was if Jason could get to his mother in time.

"..."

@Michale CS
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"..."

Michael watched the proceedings with little to no change in his demeanor. He certainly had never seen a child's arms split open to reveal scythe like blades or their legs rupturing to expose mechanical spider legs. But he wasn't disturbed by the sight in any case. Which might have lead one to wonder what if anything unnerved 'The Shape.' For his part, Michael had little interest in engaging in a drawn out knuckle-to-knuckle brawl with the disfigured child. He'd already seen it take Jason down and if Michael's assumptions were correct, they were around the same in terms of strength.

Hence if he were to get mixed up in all this, all it would do is get him injured. While he doubted this girl's blows could keep him down, Michael saw no need to turn himself into a blood sprinkler just because he likely could endure more of Ruby's strikes than other in the group could. If it came down to it then Michael would snap the child's neck or crush her head, whichever seemed like the quicker option at the time. But only after the others weakened the girl.

Mercury and the girl they'd met in the cell, 'Imp' was her name if Michael recalled correctly, seemed to be taking this task upon themselves. If they won then they could move on without any hassle. If they died then that was that and someone else would have to step up to the plate. If no one desired to? Then Michael would be the one to clean up the 'mess.'

While Michael was more wary of getting caught up in the fight, another ghoulish member of the group was far more interested. Especially since he had somewhat of a connection to this girl! However, fleeting it may have been.

"Bang."

Lowering his finger after the comical gesture, the Creeper pushed up the brim of his hat. Spreading his smile from cheek to cheek, the Creeper stared down the way at where Mercury and Imp were engaging Ruby. By all accounts this looked to be the same girl who had so 'graciously' handed over her eye for the demon to consume as the silver eye in his right eye socket showed. But if she was a reanimated corpse then they couldn't have that. She might have wanted her eye back at some point!

The Creeper was many things, from sadistic to perverted in how he treated some potential victims. But he was above all else: greedy. What may have at one point been someone else's head or arm or leg was his when he consumed it and it became a part of him. The same went for the eye he plucked and gobbled down. If Ruby finished with the others here and decided she'd want it back? The Creeper was going to make sure she returned to Death's grasp before then..

Pulling off his hat and letting it drop to the floor, frills extended from the top and sides of the Creeper's head as he bared his fangs. Those two may have been settling for close range but long range worked just as fine for the demon.

"Time's up, kid.."

Opening up his jacket, the Creeper fished out another knife. This one had a fine steel tip to it and had a bellybutton sewn onto the back of it with an ear on the other side. Quite grotesque to the casual and normal observer. But whatever parts the Creeper didn't need from any given victim? Might as well get some use out of the dead weight and what better way to do that then show off some artistic talent?

Winding his claw back, the Creeper whipped the knife forward. The knife sailed through the air as Creeper intended for the blade's course to end with it embedded right in the side of Ruby's head. The quicker she died, the faster they could put this behind them.

@Ringmaster
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"Run? Why would I run when I could just eat your braaaaaaainsssssss!!"

Tarman wasn't quite sure what was happening here. He had seen Ruby's corpse and there hadn't been any brains within it. Despite that she was standing here before them, talking and crying! You had to have had a brain to do that! Which meant that she must have somehow hid her brains from him. Well, she wouldn't be able to do it for much longer! He'd get his hands on her and crack open her skull like one would a walnut. Then he'd get at those nice juicy brains and he'd finally be a content zombie!

...Well, at least until the pain came back again.

The only problems with Tarman's decided course of action however were that Ruby's body in her current state would have left him as a zombie fillet. One that could no doubt wiggle around but he certainly wouldn't be eating any brains any time soon. Not to mention the fact that his head was still being lugged around by his body like some kind of gruesome antique. But Tarman's mind was made up. He'd go and devour some brains and be happy!

Or he would have had someone not bum rushed him from behind and put him in a full nelson. Tarman yelped as his head fell from his hand's grip and thumped onto the floor as his body struggled against whoever was holding it.

"Let! Me! Go!"

Tarman's body lurched forward and clawed at the air, what kind of monster could have been keeping him from the brains he desired!?

The 'monster' was none other than someone who had narrowly avoided getting devoured by Tarman: Charlie Brewster! He'd seen Tarman's poor state and while Charlie didn't have any lost love for zombies in particular, he didn't wish to see one of their number taken down. More so when he'd seen first hand how Tarman had 'fared' against Bonesaw who treated him as little more than a curiosity than anything else. Charlie didn't need to be a battle strategist to know Tarman didn't stand a chance in this current fight.

"Stop fighting me, bastard! You're gonna get yourself..."

Charlie stopped himself as he realized just how redundant that last word was gonna sound. If decapitating himself and getting shot through the sternum by a shotgun didn't do him in then he doubted getting sliced up would 'kill' him. Probably still wouldn't feel too pleasant to say the least. Charlie just hoped that got through this guy's head before too long since he was bucking like a bull in an attempt to wrestle Charlie off him and he smelled bad!!

"I don't need your help! I need to get the brains!"

Pulling his arms free from Charlie, the teen's eyes widened as he watched Tarman's body rear it's right elbow back. The zombie wasn't happy with having it's soon to be meal interrupted!

"Oh shit-" The elbow cracked Charlie right in the mouth, tearing his bottom lip open as he stumbled back onto his rear. Geez, for a rotting corpse this guy still packed quite a punch! Feeling a stream of blood run down his chin, Charlie glared and lashed out with his infected hand. The hand grabbed Tarman's ankle and he gave a sharp yank. The body quickly lost it's footing and collapsed down onto it's chest as it smashed it's fists into the ground and kicked out with it's free foot.

"You're not getting us or anybody else in danger!"

Charlie exclaimed as he glanced around. Whatever was going on with this hand had allowed him to pull down Tarman's body when he might have had a harder time of it otherwise. But he knew that eventually Tarman would have thrown him off yet again and continued towards Ruby. Charlie had almost got his skull crunched by this monster but if Ruby beat Mercury and Imp? They were gonna need all the hands they could. Which meant they couldn't waste themselves on stupid tasks like getting brains!

Catching Ghostface out of the corner of his eye, Charlie looked towards the costumed killer and yelled out. "Hey! Think you could lend me...agh...a hand!?"

Ghostface turned in surprise, was he talking to her? Like hell she was going to risk her life when this kid was sprouting blades out of her arms! She had to deal with mechanical spiders, zombies, and now this mess? No thank you! Turning her head as if she hadn't heard Charlie, Ghostface started to take a step back but she paused.

What awaited her if she were to go back? She'd already lined herself up as a enemy of Bonesaw. The idea drifted here and there about ditching the costume on poor sap but would it work? Had Bonesaw seen what she looked like through her spiders? But what did she have if she stayed here? Sure, there was safety in numbers but despite being built like a brick shithouse, Jason went down to this kid. What the hell was she-a teenaged girl in a halloween costume-supposed to do here?!

"Help!"

Glancing back and forth from where the group had come and towards Charlie, Ghostface continued to internally debate. While she would have been happy if she could get out of this alive and all by herself, she had a feeling she wouldn't be so lucky. Besides, that David guy had done her a solid and watched her back. She supposed she could help out the members of his group for a bit longer. Making her way over to Charlie's side, she grabbed Tarman's other leg which had been kicking Charlie in the head.

"Ugh! Why the hell are you trying to help this guy anyway? Didn't he try eating your brains?" Ghostface exclaimed as Tarman grew even more frustrated now that there were two people trying to restrain his body. "Yeah, I know. He's a rotting zombie who lives only to eat brains. But you and I sure as hell can't fight this girl! So we might as well try to preserve the members of the group that aren't currently risking their neck!"

As Charlie talked, some of the stray blood that dripped from his busted lip got on Jill's mask. Leaving the slasher feeling...rather annoyed to say the least.

"...Sorry."

@Hana @york
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As Yurick weighed his options, he could have heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind. If he turned to look, he'd see Blake with his seemingly eternally soaked hair drifting off to the side and his red eyes staring right at the merc. Blake's sword had remained in it's sheath so far. But mostly because he had seen little need to step in as of the current moment. Still, he could see that the human he'd acquainted himself with was stuck in thought.

"Do not stress yourself thinking of what you could be doing. Some of our men are already risking their lives. No need for a senseless victim, aye?"

Blake didn't mean to sound as if he was undermining Yurick's capabilities but this distressed child's sudden mutations seemed like they'd be more for Blake, let alone Yurick. So Blake saw little need to engage unless it was absolutely necessary.

Reaching a hand towards the hilt of his sword however, the sound of metal scraping across the scabbard could be heard. Pulling it out fully, Blake looked over the blade. He hadn't been able to utilize it to it's full potential due to the handcuffs making his sword rather unwieldy. Here it seemed like an ample chance to try out and see how rusty his sword skills had gotten over the years.

"But when the chance for us to fight does arrive, rest assured. I will be by your side..."

While Blake made it a point to assure Yurick of his loyalty, another member of the group was having difficulties of his own. Having come in behind the others so as to better watch the rear(Dimaria's rear that is ahem ahem), Ash hadn't been too disturbed by Ruby's transformation. Once you had to chop your possessed sister in half with a chainsaw, you've practically seen it all. Still, as he reached for his boomstick, beads of sweat rolled down Ash's head.

"Gonna pull out the boomstick, put this kid in time-out permanently, and we can all get on with our terrible lives. Starting right about....now." But Ash's hand had still grown shaky as he trembled while clutching the stock of his shotgun. What was it that was keeping him from blasting this kid's skull all over the place?!

@Takumi
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Peter Parker of Earth 2419 was similar to the original Peter Parker. He had a job as a photographer at the Daily Bugle working under the miserly JJJ , had a lovely girlfriend in Mary Jane Watson, and a caring aunt in May Parker. Unlike the other Peter Parker, this one was infected by a virus transmitted by a superhero known as The Sentry. Said virus turned the once friendly neighborhood Spider-Man into a mass murdering flesh-devouring zombie. Those people that were mentioned before?

They were the first meals on Spidey's list.

But after every meal, it seemed as if Peter realized how much of a monster he had turned into. But he knew that he was already dead and unless one of his comrades felt obliged? He wasn't going to be staying down for some time to come. Though as the Necronomicon's influence had brought back beings like Pamela Voorhees who had been dead in other killer's timelines, Peter was no exception. Having found himself shackled up alongside a gritty looking Australian, it took all of the willpower Peter had to not dig into everybody there.

Now that that he was free? He was going to do all that he could to help out! Maybe he could be an asset for good instead one of the beings that brought about the end of civilization in his universe.

"Looks like they need help...I'm not gonna stand by while they fight alone!"

*click click*

"Ah, are you serious right now...???"

It seems like in the midst of devouring everybody he ever loved and cared about, Peter forgot to re-stock his web cartridges. Which if this had been the normal Peter Parker meant he'd have to get in down and dirty. Which he certainly wouldn't have minded. These guys were nice enough to release him too and so he'd do what he could to spare a helping hand. But this meant what would come next would have been quite painful.

*RIIIIIIIP!*

"ARGHH! IT HURTS, IT HUUUUURTS!"

Don't have any webbing fluid? Don't have any use for those pesky veins and arteries that're just taking up space in your rotting body? Put them to use in a new fashion! Peter couldn't quite understand why this rather disturbing act caused him-a zombie-pain but it wasn't as if he was going to complain too much. For all the people he'd consumed like-like Mary Jane...

He'd endure this pain and so much more! The 'webbing' consisting of Peter's veins lashed out towards Ruby's legs to try and stick them right where they were. Maybe then the kicking guy would have more of a chance to land a hit!

@Dec (your partner's introduction bud! <3) @Crimson Spartan @Kaykay
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"I...I think we're in even m-more of a problem now.." The mild-mannered man squeaked out as he stood among the new escapees with two duffel bags in tow. With someone dressed as nicely as him, you might not have expected him to be among guys like a zombified Spiderman or a soul-sucking wraith who was missing his lower jaw. Well, the truth was that Willard Stiles had been working at an office. At least until his boss fired him and then attempted to steal his own home from him.

Having ended up being pulled into this seemingly ever-expanding mess like the others, Willard hadn't come alone. But he wasn't referring to the others he'd escaped with. He knew that things looked even more bleak but as a small white rat crawled up Willard's right shoulder, the man looked towards the creature with a small smile. "E-Everrrrything's gonna be okay, Socrates. I...I won't let anyone hurt you.." Setting down the duffel bags, Willard opened them up and looked towards Ruby.

"Tear her up, rip her apart..."

Upon Wilard's command, a wave of rats poured out of the bags with some staying back just in case. While Willard may not have been the best around fellow humans, at least his rats understood him better than anyone else ever could. Having seen Ruby being attacked from multiple angles, Willard figured maybe the rats could be a nuisance if enough of them got on her...

"Hehehehe, plenty of fun.."

The diminutive gremlin-like creature by the name of 'Stripe' quipped as he sat atop Cecil's head. His kind weren't exactly known for their eloquency but he hadn't earned his spot as the leader of the Gremlins for being an idiot. He wasn't about to get mixed up in a fight he knew was out of his depth. But he knew for a fact that it'd be a hell of a lot of fun to watch!

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Blake's words actually caused Yurick to relax. As the other pulled out his sword and spoke to him, Yurick would nod in understanding, pulling out his dagger shortly after, keeping it at his side for the moment. He'd stay out of the fight unless he needed to join, like Blake suggested. Though hearing Ash speak, he turned to look at the old geezer.

"You seem a little shaky there, old man." he called out. Where he came from, there weren't guns. Canons sure, but guns? No. Besides, who needed guns when there was magic and such? So seeing Ash looking so shaky caused the Mercenary to raise a brow and cock his head to the right ever so slightly.

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There was no visible reaction from the stranger in the room. It wasn't clear whether she believed Charlie, found him insane, or planned to attack. Not a move was made by her, to the point it was unnatural, as if she were a doll of some sort. She didn't even twitch or turn her head, as if nothing Charlie had said had even registered.

Even as Imp and the others burst into the room, she didn't even take a step.

"Tay- Skitter?"

That got a reaction from the girl, something seeming to be a sigh coming from her and the insect collective filling the room. It was strange, like a cacophony of bugs trying to perform a human sigh. Sounded more like a swarm of locusts than anything remotely human, though.

"Have you been free this entire time?"

"Ehe, maybe?" Imp stuck her tongue out childishly, as if she were trying to evade punishment or something. With what seemed to be a disapproving shake of the head, the one Imp had addressed as Skitter turned around.

"Come on. Let's get you out of here. Now."

Imp just grumbled incoherently as she took to Skitter's backside.

Then suddenly, while Tarman wouldn't be able to bite through Jacket's cuffs, suddenly a swarm of mosquitoes flooded into the room, carrying remaining circular saws that had been dropped by Bonesaw's mechanical spiders. As Skitter and Imp began to walk out the door Skitter had appeared from, the mosquitoes, with frightening coordination and accuracy, would saw through the cuffs of anyone who still had them on.

The corpse of the black-haired girl who was now missing an eye fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, her head smashing against the floor, apparently having decayed quite a bit. Yet strangely, despite the blood, there was a surprising lack of gray matter in the mess that had been created on the floor.​

Elle wouldn't have much trouble memorizing the specific wavelengths Bonesaw had used during their fight. But as she attempted to probe Bonesaw's mind, she would receive only one message.

"Bad, bad girl~"

But soon, Elle would be able to recognize a mental link. Though it was on a different wavelength than the ones she'd used earlier, it was familiar enough that the psychic girl would be able to notice it. Strangely, however, it wasn't a one-way communication like the previous ones that commanded her spiders.

As they left the room the girl and Pamela had been held captive in, they'd end up in a third, much larger room. It was like the main room of a mansion, with all sorts of different doors and hallways to go into, each with a vastly different look.

One door truly looked like it'd belong in a mansion. Heavy and laden with jewels, it truly didn't seem to belong when compared with the cheap, wooden, bloody door right beside it, or the door made of flesh that they group had just walked out from.

Amongst all those doors, though, was one that the group would probably quite like to take. A door all on its own at the other end of the room, one that was quite likely the exit. And given how Skitter was walking towards it, it didn't seem to be a trick either. Nothing like the obvious door leading to somewhere worse, or teleporting you away.

But suddenly, a red blur sped past the group, appearing in Skitter's way. And appearing with that blur was the mental link that Elle would have recognized earlier. But unlike the spiders, brain waves emitted from the figure before them as well.

As the blur came to a stop, just about everyone would be able to recognize it. After all, it resembled someone they'd seen recently all too well. A red cape, short black hair.

It was a perfect resemblance of the girl Pamela had said was Ruby Rose.

"...Move." Skitter carried her voice once again using her insects, the swarm of roaches, flies, hornets, mosquitoes, and god knew what else buzzing in intonations that created English words.

"F-forgive me...forgive me..."

Tears stained Ruby's eyes as her figure suddenly turned into a blur once more before running right past Skitter. Then as if she were hit by a car, the costumed girl's head whipped around, sending her spinning into the air before crashing down.

"Skitter!" Imp cried out, gritting her teeth before suddenly disappearing from everyone's sight and memories.

It seemed that for whatever reason, whoever this girl who resembled Ruby was didn't plan to let them pass.

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"If it isn't Red..."

"Funny running into you here, huh.... And even after everything you stand against the winning team.. I thought we had something, Red.." Mercury spoke in complete sarcasm as he saw apparently Ruby before him.

"Leave Red to me guys, I can handle this." Mercury spoke before sprinting into action. What he planned to do well....

(The gif is only shown to give an idea of his attack pattern.)

He decided to engage opening with some kicks. His plan to test if she really fought like the Ruby Rose he knew.

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Yurick's visible eye twitched at the mentioning of man-sized bats. He was messing with thr Mercenary for sure, and said Mercenary didn't like it one bit.

He had the urge to set the demon ablaze, but the thought quickly left as soon as it came.

"I'm sure whatever feelings you have towards "my kind" are mutual." Yurick replied with a sneer. He barely paid Tarman any attention, since that specific undead creature was not only being loud as all hell, but overdramatic.

When Blake rested his hand on his shoulder and thanked him, Yurick looked up at the former seafarer.

"You're welcome, Captain." he replied, sneer gone and replaced with a look almost close to respect. Maybe it was because, in a way, his own father had a crew and ship and met death himself, though in a different fashion, or maybe he just decided on a whim to say something nice. Only he would really know the answer.

Once that was over, he merely rose a brow as Creeper and Blake removed their hat and the seaweed covering their heads respectively. He decided not to comment.

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Yurick considered his options. He knew that this girl was too fast for him, that fact he hated, but also he felt as if she wasn't dealt with soon she would most likely come back later. Would Mercury even be able to do as he said he would?

Not only that but it would seem that more people joined their group. He wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse in one way or the other.

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"Oh? Where am I going now? Somewhere with brains? Please let it be somewhere with brains! I can smell your tasty brains, person who just picked me up.."

Having failed in his attempt to eat Bonesaw's brain, Tarman's severed head had passed hands from Sam to Clarith and now to Jacket. As the zombie's eyes rested upon his erstwhile friend, a smile flashed across the zombie's features. He may have been a rotting corpse that desired human brains to sate the agonizing pain that coated his existence but he knew a friend when he saw one! Maybe Jacket would be able to get him some brains!

"Jacket! You've gotta help me! I'm dying-well I mean I'm already dead-but I'm in pain! I need braaaaaaainssssss and I need them now!" As Jacket picked up the head, Tarman's smile only seemed to grow wider. He knew he could count on his friend! He would get a brain to munch on and he'd finally be able to quell his aching pain! Closing his eyes, Tarman sharply bit down onto what he felt his face pressed against!

"Mmm! It's been too long since I've had a brain! I almost forgot what the taste is like! It tastes tough and...Rotten???" Opening his eyes, Tarman noticed his jaws weren't biting into grey matter but instead the handcuffs Bonesaw had put on all of them, including Jacket! This meat was no good to Tarman! If he wanted to eat something rotting and disgusting, he would have tried eating bits of himself or that hockey mask wearing zombie! How could Jacket do this to him? Did Jacket really hate him?

Narrowing his eyes, Tarman kept his teeth closed on the handcuffs as his body staggered forward. For zombies as they're generally understood these days, removing the head or destroying the brain are the only surefire ways to stop them for good. But not so with Tarman and zombies of his ilk. Trioxin 1-2-3 allowed cadavers that were reanimated by it to survive headshots, retain the intelligence they had when they were alive, and more importantly if a limb was removed, that part acted independently of it's own accord!

Tarman's body had suffered a multitude of injuries. From being sliced here and there by Bonesaw's spiders to being shot by Ash's boomstick and now having another hole in his sternum! Courtesy of Bonesaw's extending hand and now he was being taunted! Tarman had thought that Jacket of all people would have understood his needs. He needed brains and nothing else would suffice! Certainly not rotting flesh that he could have very well picked off his own body! Bits of bone fell to the ground here and there as the headless body continued to stagger forward.

Clenching and un-clenching it's skeletal hands, it extended them outward to try and grab Jacket from behind. But as it turned out, Tarman's body wouldn't have to do that for bugs quickly made short work of the handcuffs! Sure, let the bugs get a meal but oh no not Tarman! He has to suffer! Deciding against trying to strangle Jacket, Tarman's body snatched up his head and tucked it under his arm.

"I thought you were my friend. Trying to get me to eat rotten flesh. I need brains, grey matter, the pink stuff! Not...This.."

Before Tarman's body would have made it too far however, the zombie was stopped as Ash stood in his way. Having been freed himself from those damn cuffs, the demon-slayer looked over the mutilated zombie with a mocking whistle.

"Dunno what you're complaining about, pal. In case we ever run out of shit to throw at the enemy, we got..." Ash paused to reach out and grab Tarman's head as he held it up so he was looking the zombie in the eyes. "The perfect weapon right here. A talking annoying deadite that wants to nosh on some delicious brains. But between you and me.." Leaning in with a smirk upon his face, Ash continued.

"You're not getting any."

"...No brains?"

Was this man kidding? Or was this some kind of implicit threat? Would he not allow Tarman to not have any brains ever? Who was he to dictate whether or not a zombie got a healthy doseage of brains to munch on? Some elderly jerk with a shotgun? Narrowing his eyes once more, Tarman opened his jaws and bit down--hard--on Ash's nose. "AGH! AHHHH! GET OFF! GET OFF MY NOSE!"

As Ash desperately flailed like a chicken with it's head cut off, Tarman's body gripped onto both sides of the head and pulled it back off Ash's nose. Leaving behind two very noticeable teeth marks on the bridge of Ash's nose. Thankfully, with Tarman's 'brand' of zombies you didn't get infected by bites. Well, at least not ones on the nose. Still stung like a son of a bitch though. Tucking the head under his arm, Tarman's body gave a defiant shrug of the shoulders as he staggered out of the room.

Rubbing his nose where he'd been bit, Ash rolled his eyes. Did any other supernatural freak want a piece of him? First it'd been deadites, then demons straight from the pits of hell, then Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees, and now it was a brain eating zombie and his own possessed car. Real luck of the century, Chosen One.

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"Heh, so creepy crawlies come in all kinds of shapes and sizes for you, huh? Good thing we don't have man-sized bats. Now, their's a thought to send shivers down your spine, I'm sure.."

The Creeper flashed his teeth at Yurick in a fanged smile. Saliva glistened his fangs which looked yellow from centuries of misuse and decay. But the Creeper made a habit of sharpening his teeth whenever he could by filing them down with his knife and other assortment of bladed weapons.

Noticing Tarman stepping into the room, the Creeper gestured towards Ruby's body. "I heard you were looking for brains, right? Why not go and grab a bite out of her noggin? Can't be too decayed now can they..?" Having a feeling the brains were well beyond any rational consuming point, the demon simply chuckled to himself as Tarman set his head down and reached towards Ruby's corpse with saliva running down his jaw.

"Brains...Brains..BRAINSSSSSSSS!!"

But Ruby's hair came loose from Tarman's grip and the corpse teetered off to the side. Cracking her head against the ground, Tarman lashed out to try and scoop up what he could of the escaping grey matter. Much to the zombie's horror however, this body seemed to contain very little in that regard leaving Tarman, once again, craving brains but getting little in the way of returns.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Smashing his fist against the wall, Tarman cradled his severed head. Was this all some kind of twisted joke at his expense? Watching Tarman let out his display of grief with quite a modicum of satisfaction, the Creeper turned towards Yurick once more as he removed his hat revealing more of his demonic exterior. From one of his eyes having previously belonged to Ruby to his fangs and to the wispy strands of white hair that clung to the back of his scalp. But the most distinguishing feature may have been his green leathery skin.

"You said something about how pirates gotta fend for themselves? Well, I suppose you're right. I came into this mess to clear it up before it disrupted my feeding habits. Not out of any personal love for your kind.." The Creeper hissed out obviously referring to humans as a whole. "So far doesn't seem we've succeeded in much but.." Flashing a grin once more he gestured over towards Tarman and Ruby.

"It hasn't been a total bust. Hehehehe..."

Blake stood quietly as the Creeper and Yurick talked back and forth. Although he hadn't expected to pass on to whatever kind of afterlife awaited someone like him, he didn't imagine he'd be risking his undead hide helping to stop an even greater menace. While surrounded by all kinds of scum such as the Creeper, though after seeing him devour Ruby's eye the pirate saw the demon in a new light. The Creeper appeared to be similar to an animal that it needed to eat to survive.

That of course didn't excuse the sadism that came with the Creeper's revolting actions.

Turning towards Yurick, Blake idly glanced down at his hands. Having seen so many insects around him had been somewhat of an uncomfortable sight. Had Blake met his demise anywhere else but at sea, he might have had all kinds of these insects crawling around in his corpse feasting on whatever they could. Though he couldn't have been more grateful in this case, those handcuffs would have made sword fighting quite difficult. Extending a hand, Blake placed a hand upon Yurick's shoulder as the glow seemed to return to his eyes.

"...Thank you for your words, my boy."

Blake had thought about the Creeper's comment himself and Yurick's own response to it. While Blake may not have been the most pleasant person when he was alive, everything he did was in the name of his crew and as their captain, they followed him. Literally to their dying breath and this boy seemed to have understood that rather well. Even if mercenaries were usually the ones hired by the government to take the heads of people like Blake.

Now that he had given his thanks, there was something else Blake needed to tend to. Just as the Creeper had removed his hat, Blake would do some removing of his own. Gripping onto the moss that had grown over his skull as he decayed in the depths of the ocean, Blake tore away at it. Ripping chunks of it off at a time until his skull was finally revealed. Having been turned a darkish grey, Blake looked towards the Creeper.

"No more hiding what we are, either of us.."

"Heh, millennia-old demon and a undead pirate captain? Sure, sounds good to me.."

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Having been sated thanks to his mother's words yet again, Jason blinked as he realized he'd forgotten something! In his boiling rage towards the woman who had attacked his mother without warning, he'd left Eleven behind. The child who had understood Jason better than any of the others here likely could have. Well, with the exception of dear ol Mama Voorhees at least. Watching as Eleven made her way into the room, Jason lumbered over to stand by her side. There wasn't enough braincells left in Jason's head to deduce exactly what Eleven's power was, but Jason summed it up as 'moving stuff with her mind.'

Jason had fought a potential victim to be who could do that and she was an absolute nightmare. Electrocuting Jason with a live wire from a power pole, blowing the house he was in up, dropping a roof on him, setting him on fire, the works. Somehow Jason just kept on ticking and now that he had his mother and Eleven to look after, he wouldn't fall to the things Bonesaw put in his path. Spiders, deadites, he'd crush them all.

Though as a familiar face made his presence known, Jason's hand moved slightly towards the hilt of his machete.

On the outside Michael and Jason may have seemed like the same flavor of psycho maniac. Simply a big brute in a costume that wears a mask and can rip people apart with his bare hands. What separated them however was the simple inhuman nature Michael had to him. Whereas Jason had some semblance -even if not justifiable for his killing spree-of reasoning for what he does, Michael simply did it and enjoys it.

Michael also wasn't as much of a blunt instrument as Jason and had some level of intelligence. This sense of intelligence however lead to Michael being curious about the young girl who had found herself attached to Jason. While Michael hadn't fought someone with Eleven's particular 'abilities' himself, he had a member of his family who had a similar link to him as Eleven did with Jason. That of course being Michael's dear niece. The similarity however small was enough to incite somewhat of a violent urge in Michael as he stared down at the child only for Jason to step in his path once again.

This hadn't been the first time Jason and Michael had made their animosity towards eachother clear. Jason had never seen himself in the wrong for what he did. He was merely punishing sinners who had brought their fates upon themselves for their deviant behavior but somehow even he could feel there was something off in the other masked man. Perhaps it was the scared and frightened child buried under layers upon layers of hateful vengeance at Jason's core that was wary of Michael.

In Michael's eyes, Jason was little more than a obstacle. One that could either stand in his way and be murdered like the rest or one that could stand aside and let Michael get on with what he wished. Whichever route the undead serial killer took didn't matter much to Myers. Though after the display Chun-Li had put on by randomly attacking that woman, starting a fight with Jason might have drawn too much attention. So staring at Jason out of the corner of his eye, Michael turned and walked forward to stand by Chun-Li.

Watching Michael until Jason felt he was a safe enough distance away from Eleven, Jason kept his one good eye focused on the other murderer. Something deeper than rage and revenge lingered within Michael Myers and whatever it may have been? Jason wouldn't let it harm Eleven.

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"Hmm.."

Now wasn't that a curious little ability? Being able to control bugs to your every waking whim? Why that sounded like an excellent way to punish rulebreakers on Halloween night! Sic mosquitos on them and suck them dry until they're nothing but withered husks of the miserable scoundrels that they'd been in life! Or maybe the bugs could just eat them alive! After all, maggots and worms already got that covered for when you're dead!

Though it made Sam curious if she could control the maggots that were lurking within the tall one with the hockey mask. Could she bend him to her will by extension? That seemed to open up a whole door of possibilities. You had bugs and zombies! What a treat of a power! Jumping down from where he'd been crawling along the ceiling, Sam landed on a cat atop Mercury's head as he glanced down to look the teen in the eyes.

"Hehehehe!!"

Having had a bit of fun, Sam quickly leaped from Mercury and onto Clarith's back as he hung on for dear life. Why waddle or cling to walls when you could cling to a friend instead :D? Nuzzling into Clarith's back, Sam let out a soft murmur.

"Mmm.."

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"Yeah, wouldn't want to be caught off guard by spiders with even more buzzsaws.."

Although Ghostface's quip may have been so laden with sarcasm you could practically taste it, the spiders had been a real pain in the ass. At least with the zombies/deadites they were face level and you could just shoot them right in the face. With these little bastards you had to aim up and down depending if some leaped at you and tried to mulch your face.

For her troubles, Ghostface had earned herself a nasty gash on her shoulder and her ankle had been sliced. Which meant there'd be little to no running for this erstwhile killer.

Hobbling towards the exit of this room and into the other, Ghostface paused briefly as she ran thoughts through her head. She had a partner in Charlie and yeah while he did what she requested of him, he was ultimately more of a means to an end than anything else. But this guy had shot more of those little fuckers when she'd asked him to watch her back. Cursing under her breath, Ghostface eventually looked over her shoulder at David.

"...Thanks for watching my back."

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"..."

Charlie hadn't minded Skitter's lack of a response to his statement. If he were in her shoes looking at the group, he probably would have doubted that they'd get by without murdering eachother let alone save the world. Having noticed the looks Michael and Jason had shot eachother's way, Charlie was indeed worried that's what would have ended up happening.

Two big guys hacking the other one up while the real threat got a giggle out of it. Not to mention that Charlie's hand was acting up again. A spider web like pattern had appeared over the hand and Charlie was concerned. He heard something about his hand being possessed but that couldn't be right. No, he was just a bit dizzy from everything that'd happened and he'd just need to bandage his hand up.

Pulling his sleeve up on that hand just in case, Charlie looked over at Angel wherever she may have been. While the others here didn't exactly seem like they were going to welcome Charlie with open arms, Angel stood out and she didn't seem like she'd rip him limb from limb if she got ornery. As the group continued moving ahead however, Charlie froze up as he got to the new room. The way it seemed to resemble the interior of a mansion, almost like...

"You wouldn't want to wake your mother now, would you, Charlie? Then I'd have to kill her too!"

Having noticed how Charlie froze up, Ash stepped forward and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Hey, you doing alright, Kid? You looked as pale as a ghost for a second there."

"V-Vampire.."

"What?"

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of the battle with Jerry, Charlie looked at Ash. The older man had been trying his best to help out Charlie throughout their journey so far and he appreciated it. He almost seemed like a younger version of Peter Vincent. If Peter Vincent had a shotgun and a chainsaw arm and was a bit of a pervert but given he was a highschool boy with his own hormones, Charlie wasn't going to fault Ash too much for that last one. Though he was curious about the bite marks on Ash's nose.

"Hey Ash, what happened to your nose?"

"...Don't worry about it."

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From Jason all the way down to Tarman, the various horror denizens were surprised at what they'd seen. Hadn't this girl been dead and missing an eye but just a few moments ago? Not to mention that her head had cracked open like a ripe watermelon and yet here she had knocked the bug woman across the room. How did that work out? Pamela was nearly at a loss for words herself. This girl whom she had spent so much time with, talking to, trying to understand her perhaps due to her motherly instincts and now here she was attacking them?

"Oh, you poor poor child. I know exactly what you're going through..."

Well, in some respect anyway. Pamela knew what it was like to be sad as you fought. Even though her own murder spree had been one fueled by vengeance for Jason's supposed death, Pamela had been carrying the sadness resulting from her young son's demise with her all that time. Now, not only had this young girl returned to plague them but she seemed to carry some sense of remorse in doing so but she'd still strike them down if she wasn't stopped. After seeing what she'd done to that one who could control the insects, Pamela knew she stood no chance in a close quarters battle. This girl's speed was beyond anything Pamela had ever seen before.

But what Pamela lacked in supernatural prowess, she made up for in connections. Drawing her own machete just in case, Pamela looked towards her son. Although Jason's mask hid any kind of facial expression the zombie may have been expressing, he was in turn conflicted on how to proceed her. This girl had made it quite clear she wished them harm even if tears were rolling down her face. But while Jason may have very well been beyond the point of reasoning for any mortal man or woman, he still had some twisted sense of mortals and this would not allow him to harm a child..

Even if she would do him harm, there was no way a girl like this could truly hurt him, right?

As Jason prepared to let Mercury handle this as he wished, Pamela stepped forward and pressed a gentle hand onto Jason's back.

"I know what's going through her mind, Jason. She's frightened, just like any child would be in a situation like this. You weren't there with her but I was. I could see that there was a kindness within this child that a mother would be proud of. This girl standing before us would never wish us harm under normal circumstances. Whatever force is pushing her against us is behind this. You must be the one who ends her suffering, Jason. Kill her...Kill her!"

Jason froze up and looked down at his mother with a confused expression. He had understood perfectly when she'd ask of him to dispose of sinners. They were the kind of people that had taken his mother away from him! But she herself had said that this child had been kind to her. But then his mother wanted him to still kill her? Drawing his machete, Jason continued to stare at his mother for some kind of confirmation.

"Kill her, Jason! Free her from her suffering. Do it, do it for Mommy!"

"...!"

That was all the prodding Jason needed. He may have his own way of doing things but mother overruled all. Lumbering forward with his boots stomping along the ground with each step, he made his way past Mercury. Although Mercury had seemed to wish take the girl on alone, Jason would end this quickly and kill Ruby just like his mother wanted. With his machete held out at the side, Jason would go for a simple decapitation, nothing too fancy, just enough to get the job done.

*SWISH!*

As the machete went for it, Jason turned away afterwards. This girl may have been quick but dodging a swing from him? The insect girl had been caught off guard but Jason wouldn't make that mistake. He'd been in the game far too long. All he'd have to do now is wait for the thump of her head hitting the floor and the body following shortly after. Then his mother would congratulate him on a job well done.

"...?"

But the sound never came and Jason looked back in confusion. He had to have hit his mark, there was no question about it. Looking back at where Ruby had once been standing however, Jason saw nothing there. Not even the smallest drop of blood. As Jason idly wondered where the girl had done, his mother yelled out to him.

"JASON! BEHIND YOU!"

His eye widening, Jason turned on his heel and swung his machete downwards. The machete sliced down but again Jason made zero connection. Well, unless you count smashing his machete's blade into the floor a connection. Slowly getting annoyed at how his task on his mother's behalf was turning into a sideshow, Jason ripped his machete free and turned once again to swing. Only this time it wasn't Jason who went on the offensive. Faster than Jason could react blows rained down upon him. Ribs could have been heard shattering as the machete fell from Jason's hand and the giant was knocked flat on his back with his mask flying off to the side.

Pamela was aghast, how could her son have been beaten?!

"Jason!" She cried out as she rushed over to her son's side. The girl had moved too fast for Pamela to guide her son's blade efficiently enough but to think she had this much power. If this was the work of that devious little girl from before then they were in quite a spot...

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Many would probably panic at the sight of Ruby but as Mercury bounced backwards after having his kicks blocked he only had one thing to say..

"What the hell..?"

So helpful. Anyways Mercury noticed the two 'arm-scythes' that looked a lot like her crescent rose weapon he had prepared to dash out of the way when Imp appeared to block them. "You on a suicide mission or something, imp...?" Mercury remarked in a sarcastic manor before a new plan of attack formed in his mind. Well assassins always had to have a calm mind about combat and Mercury was the definition of calm as it would seem despite the situation.

"Oh no... I'm not running away yet... Somebody's gotta put you outta your misery, Red...

And that somebody....is me.... Imp! Disengage quickly... I have a plan."

To attempt to help Imp be able to disengage Mercury began to fire off more dust bullets. He was attempting to use the force of his shots to hopefully push the Crescent Rose arms away or at the very least knock them off course.


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Yurick's visible eye twitched at the mentioning of man-sized bats. He was messing with thr Mercenary for sure, and said Mercenary didn't like it one bit.

He had the urge to set the demon ablaze, but the thought quickly left as soon as it came.

"I'm sure whatever feelings you have towards "my kind" are mutual." Yurick replied with a sneer. He barely paid Tarman any attention, since that specific undead creature was not only being loud as all hell, but overdramatic.

When Blake rested his hand on his shoulder and thanked him, Yurick looked up at the former seafarer.

"You're welcome, Captain." he replied, sneer gone and replaced with a look almost close to respect. Maybe it was because, in a way, his own father had a crew and ship and met death himself, though in a different fashion, or maybe he just decided on a whim to say something nice. Only he would really know the answer.

Once that was over, he merely rose a brow as Creeper and Blake removed their hat and the seaweed covering their heads respectively. He decided not to comment.

@Chewy Rabbits



Yurick considered his options. He knew that this girl was too fast for him, that fact he hated, but also he felt as if she wasn't dealt with soon she would most likely come back later. Would Mercury even be able to do as he said he would?

Not only that but it would seem that more people joined their group. He wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse in one way or the other.

@Chewy Rabbits @Kaykay @C.T. @Ringmaster @Hana @Michale CS @Gummi Bunnies @york @The Wanderer @Crimson Spartan @wakely @R-9 Pilot @Kyy Namosaka @Tarieles @Anybody I missed

"How...How could you do this to my son? Do you think your mother would have been pleased seeing you on the ground, broken and battered? I'm a mother and I was appalled at seeing what became of your body! You were decaying with each passing moment and yet I could feel an ache in my heart. One that told me somewhere your parents were upset knowing they'd never see their child again..."

Pamela muttered as she stared forlornly at Ruby. Pamela had held some conversations with the girl back when they were held captive. Pamela could appreciate the girl's hopeful spirit. That they would be liberated and that they would get revenge on the monster who locked them up like animals on display!

Yet she had returned in some way to stand before them. Wasn't the only kind and sensible thing to do in this case would be to murder her? Though, perhaps murder was too strong of a word. Maybe 'eliminate' would have been a better choice. Pamela was getting on in years and didn't possess a supernatural physique like her son. So most of her own kills had been done through deceit and making them before the victim could resist.

Thus, she left the task of imparting the decisive blow to her beloved son. When Jason had moved forward to follow through with the task, the girl simply seemed to toy with him. Moving faster than the zombie could react, Jason Voorhees-who had gone toe to toe with Leatherface/Ash Williams/Freddy Krueger-had been laid flat on his back. Leaving his dear mother to grieve by his side as she glared forward.

"Whatever force brings you against us, whatever dark force arose you from the cold sleep of death, they mean nothing to me. They hold little weight against a sorrowful mother. You'll earn your rest but not before you pay for what you did to my son!"

The killer hissed as she reached for her own knife. If Jason hadn't stood a chance of tagging this girl, in the back of Pamela's head, she knew full well that she stood little chance herself. In fact she might have only made things harder on those more capable of fighting her by getting in the way. But what was she expected to do? Simply stand on the sidelines while the girl who Pamela had wished to help only for her to instead attack her son go on about her business?

Though while most middle-aged women might have made wiser decisions than Pamela and simply stayed at their son's side, Pamela was different. In that she was as insane as her son was. Although there was a part of her mind that knew just how crazy it would have been to get caught up in all this, the majority of her mind didn't share that same train of thought. Oh no, as a matter of fact her thoughts were something completely different.

"Kill her, Mommy! Don't let her get away! Kill her!"

"I won't, Jason, I won't..."

Having 'heard' her son's voice prodding her on to punish the sinners, Pamela had all the motivation to start her killing spree. Jason was just as upset as she was with those monstrous camp counselors! They should have been watching him instead of making love! But now that she'd finally reunited with her son, Ruby seemed content to beat her son down right in front of her. Well, Pamela would have none of it! As 'Jason' continued his mantra over and over in Pamela's head, the aging serial killer watched Imp and Mercury's movements, waiting for the right time to rush in and try to get a swipe in on Ruby, any kind of gash on her at all...

@Crimson Spartan
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Ugh.

Jason Voorhees didn't feel pain quite like the average person down the street did. He wasn't one to cry out if he'd been stabbed, shot, electrocuted or anything else under the sun. But there was still a pain factor buried deep down within the undead murderer's core. Somehow, this girl who Jason had felt somewhat conflicted about had reached it when only the likes of homicidal dream demons could reach it previously.

Opening his eye for one thing, Jason glanced around to try and reorient himself. The last thing he'd seen before everything went black for a moment was the ceiling as he fell back. He'd heard his mother call out to him and the sound of his machete clattering against the floor. Digging his chipped and jagged nails against the floor, Jason attempted to raise himself up into a seated position. To try and survey just how badly the damage had been.

The task had been easier said than done. Jason's gnarled and misshapen teeth gnashed together as he glanced down. Ribs had been cracked, fractured and the front of his already mangled shirt had been soaked in his own blood. Previously, it'd been the oil and whatever else lay within those spiders that Bonesaw used. Then after one brief spat with this girl and not only had she'd taken him down but she'd hurt him. It'd take him some time for these wounds to shift back into place.

As Jason finished glancing at his wounds, he blinked as he noticed his mother was no longer by his side. That seemed rather strange to the zombie, she hadn't seemed like she'd leave his side for anything-Wait, was she planning to engage the girl herself? The one who liked to talk and kick seemed to finally be getting his chance to fight Ruby. Couldn't she stay back where she wouldn't get hurt? Reaching out a hand towards her, Jason winced. It seemed that in the process of blows striking him, his arms had been hit as well. Likely explained why he'd dropped the machete like he had.

Watching as the skin peeled back on Ruby's arms to reveal her 'weapons', Jason's eye narrowed slightly. That didn't seem quite right now did it? Jason may have understood and sympathized with the plight some children went through. But the ones he'd gone out of his way to help suffered some form of humiliation from their peers-who'd meet their end at Jason's hands but that was another story-but this girl seemed to be just as shocked as to what was happening to her body as the others were. Knowing rising to his feet would have been futile until his wounds healed up more, Jason's hand clawed along the ground towards his hockey mask.

That mask had been with Jason, through thick and through thin. After his original mask had been destroyed in his battle with the psychic Tina due to her snapping it straight down the middle, Jason had found another one. This one had suffered it's own wear and tear over the years with the serial killer with the paint chipping away, chunks of it torn away while Jason had either been buried/submerged in Crystal Lake's watery depths. He wouldn't let one setback keep it from him.

Slipping two of his fingers in through the eyeholes of the mask, Jason dragged it back to him and gripped his machete in the other hand. For however much his body may have hurt, he couldn't stand idly by. His mother was already seeking revenge and Jason couldn't let her get hurt. He'd already lost her once and he wouldn't let it happen again. The only question now was if Jason could get to his mother in time.

"..."

@Michale CS
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Michael watched the proceedings with little to no change in his demeanor. He certainly had never seen a child's arms split open to reveal scythe like blades or their legs rupturing to expose mechanical spider legs. But he wasn't disturbed by the sight in any case. Which might have lead one to wonder what if anything unnerved 'The Shape.' For his part, Michael had little interest in engaging in a drawn out knuckle-to-knuckle brawl with the disfigured child. He'd already seen it take Jason down and if Michael's assumptions were correct, they were around the same in terms of strength.

Hence if he were to get mixed up in all this, all it would do is get him injured. While he doubted this girl's blows could keep him down, Michael saw no need to turn himself into a blood sprinkler just because he likely could endure more of Ruby's strikes than other in the group could. If it came down to it then Michael would snap the child's neck or crush her head, whichever seemed like the quicker option at the time. But only after the others weakened the girl.

Mercury and the girl they'd met in the cell, 'Imp' was her name if Michael recalled correctly, seemed to be taking this task upon themselves. If they won then they could move on without any hassle. If they died then that was that and someone else would have to step up to the plate. If no one desired to? Then Michael would be the one to clean up the 'mess.'

While Michael was more wary of getting caught up in the fight, another ghoulish member of the group was far more interested. Especially since he had somewhat of a connection to this girl! However, fleeting it may have been.

"Bang."

Lowering his finger after the comical gesture, the Creeper pushed up the brim of his hat. Spreading his smile from cheek to cheek, the Creeper stared down the way at where Mercury and Imp were engaging Ruby. By all accounts this looked to be the same girl who had so 'graciously' handed over her eye for the demon to consume as the silver eye in his right eye socket showed. But if she was a reanimated corpse then they couldn't have that. She might have wanted her eye back at some point!

The Creeper was many things, from sadistic to perverted in how he treated some potential victims. But he was above all else: greedy. What may have at one point been someone else's head or arm or leg was his when he consumed it and it became a part of him. The same went for the eye he plucked and gobbled down. If Ruby finished with the others here and decided she'd want it back? The Creeper was going to make sure she returned to Death's grasp before then..

Pulling off his hat and letting it drop to the floor, frills extended from the top and sides of the Creeper's head as he bared his fangs. Those two may have been settling for close range but long range worked just as fine for the demon.

"Time's up, kid.."

Opening up his jacket, the Creeper fished out another knife. This one had a fine steel tip to it and had a bellybutton sewn onto the back of it with an ear on the other side. Quite grotesque to the casual and normal observer. But whatever parts the Creeper didn't need from any given victim? Might as well get some use out of the dead weight and what better way to do that then show off some artistic talent?

Winding his claw back, the Creeper whipped the knife forward. The knife sailed through the air as Creeper intended for the blade's course to end with it embedded right in the side of Ruby's head. The quicker she died, the faster they could put this behind them.

@Ringmaster
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"Run? Why would I run when I could just eat your braaaaaaainsssssss!!"

Tarman wasn't quite sure what was happening here. He had seen Ruby's corpse and there hadn't been any brains within it. Despite that she was standing here before them, talking and crying! You had to have had a brain to do that! Which meant that she must have somehow hid her brains from him. Well, she wouldn't be able to do it for much longer! He'd get his hands on her and crack open her skull like one would a walnut. Then he'd get at those nice juicy brains and he'd finally be a content zombie!

...Well, at least until the pain came back again.

The only problems with Tarman's decided course of action however were that Ruby's body in her current state would have left him as a zombie fillet. One that could no doubt wiggle around but he certainly wouldn't be eating any brains any time soon. Not to mention the fact that his head was still being lugged around by his body like some kind of gruesome antique. But Tarman's mind was made up. He'd go and devour some brains and be happy!

Or he would have had someone not bum rushed him from behind and put him in a full nelson. Tarman yelped as his head fell from his hand's grip and thumped onto the floor as his body struggled against whoever was holding it.

"Let! Me! Go!"

Tarman's body lurched forward and clawed at the air, what kind of monster could have been keeping him from the brains he desired!?

The 'monster' was none other than someone who had narrowly avoided getting devoured by Tarman: Charlie Brewster! He'd seen Tarman's poor state and while Charlie didn't have any lost love for zombies in particular, he didn't wish to see one of their number taken down. More so when he'd seen first hand how Tarman had 'fared' against Bonesaw who treated him as little more than a curiosity than anything else. Charlie didn't need to be a battle strategist to know Tarman didn't stand a chance in this current fight.

"Stop fighting me, bastard! You're gonna get yourself..."

Charlie stopped himself as he realized just how redundant that last word was gonna sound. If decapitating himself and getting shot through the sternum by a shotgun didn't do him in then he doubted getting sliced up would 'kill' him. Probably still wouldn't feel too pleasant to say the least. Charlie just hoped that got through this guy's head before too long since he was bucking like a bull in an attempt to wrestle Charlie off him and he smelled bad!!

"I don't need your help! I need to get the brains!"

Pulling his arms free from Charlie, the teen's eyes widened as he watched Tarman's body rear it's right elbow back. The zombie wasn't happy with having it's soon to be meal interrupted!

"Oh shit-" The elbow cracked Charlie right in the mouth, tearing his bottom lip open as he stumbled back onto his rear. Geez, for a rotting corpse this guy still packed quite a punch! Feeling a stream of blood run down his chin, Charlie glared and lashed out with his infected hand. The hand grabbed Tarman's ankle and he gave a sharp yank. The body quickly lost it's footing and collapsed down onto it's chest as it smashed it's fists into the ground and kicked out with it's free foot.

"You're not getting us or anybody else in danger!"

Charlie exclaimed as he glanced around. Whatever was going on with this hand had allowed him to pull down Tarman's body when he might have had a harder time of it otherwise. But he knew that eventually Tarman would have thrown him off yet again and continued towards Ruby. Charlie had almost got his skull crunched by this monster but if Ruby beat Mercury and Imp? They were gonna need all the hands they could. Which meant they couldn't waste themselves on stupid tasks like getting brains!

Catching Ghostface out of the corner of his eye, Charlie looked towards the costumed killer and yelled out. "Hey! Think you could lend me...agh...a hand!?"

Ghostface turned in surprise, was he talking to her? Like hell she was going to risk her life when this kid was sprouting blades out of her arms! She had to deal with mechanical spiders, zombies, and now this mess? No thank you! Turning her head as if she hadn't heard Charlie, Ghostface started to take a step back but she paused.

What awaited her if she were to go back? She'd already lined herself up as a enemy of Bonesaw. The idea drifted here and there about ditching the costume on poor sap but would it work? Had Bonesaw seen what she looked like through her spiders? But what did she have if she stayed here? Sure, there was safety in numbers but despite being built like a brick shithouse, Jason went down to this kid. What the hell was she-a teenaged girl in a halloween costume-supposed to do here?!

"Help!"

Glancing back and forth from where the group had come and towards Charlie, Ghostface continued to internally debate. While she would have been happy if she could get out of this alive and all by herself, she had a feeling she wouldn't be so lucky. Besides, that David guy had done her a solid and watched her back. She supposed she could help out the members of his group for a bit longer. Making her way over to Charlie's side, she grabbed Tarman's other leg which had been kicking Charlie in the head.

"Ugh! Why the hell are you trying to help this guy anyway? Didn't he try eating your brains?" Ghostface exclaimed as Tarman grew even more frustrated now that there were two people trying to restrain his body. "Yeah, I know. He's a rotting zombie who lives only to eat brains. But you and I sure as hell can't fight this girl! So we might as well try to preserve the members of the group that aren't currently risking their neck!"

As Charlie talked, some of the stray blood that dripped from his busted lip got on Jill's mask. Leaving the slasher feeling...rather annoyed to say the least.

"...Sorry."

@Hana @york
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As Yurick weighed his options, he could have heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind. If he turned to look, he'd see Blake with his seemingly eternally soaked hair drifting off to the side and his red eyes staring right at the merc. Blake's sword had remained in it's sheath so far. But mostly because he had seen little need to step in as of the current moment. Still, he could see that the human he'd acquainted himself with was stuck in thought.

"Do not stress yourself thinking of what you could be doing. Some of our men are already risking their lives. No need for a senseless victim, aye?"

Blake didn't mean to sound as if he was undermining Yurick's capabilities but this distressed child's sudden mutations seemed like they'd be more for Blake, let alone Yurick. So Blake saw little need to engage unless it was absolutely necessary.

Reaching a hand towards the hilt of his sword however, the sound of metal scraping across the scabbard could be heard. Pulling it out fully, Blake looked over the blade. He hadn't been able to utilize it to it's full potential due to the handcuffs making his sword rather unwieldy. Here it seemed like an ample chance to try out and see how rusty his sword skills had gotten over the years.

"But when the chance for us to fight does arrive, rest assured. I will be by your side..."

While Blake made it a point to assure Yurick of his loyalty, another member of the group was having difficulties of his own. Having come in behind the others so as to better watch the rear(Dimaria's rear that is ahem ahem), Ash hadn't been too disturbed by Ruby's transformation. Once you had to chop your possessed sister in half with a chainsaw, you've practically seen it all. Still, as he reached for his boomstick, beads of sweat rolled down Ash's head.

"Gonna pull out the boomstick, put this kid in time-out permanently, and we can all get on with our terrible lives. Starting right about....now." But Ash's hand had still grown shaky as he trembled while clutching the stock of his shotgun. What was it that was keeping him from blasting this kid's skull all over the place?!

@Takumi
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Peter Parker of Earth 2419 was similar to the original Peter Parker. He had a job as a photographer at the Daily Bugle working under the miserly JJJ , had a lovely girlfriend in Mary Jane Watson, and a caring aunt in May Parker. Unlike the other Peter Parker, this one was infected by a virus transmitted by a superhero known as The Sentry. Said virus turned the once friendly neighborhood Spider-Man into a mass murdering flesh-devouring zombie. Those people that were mentioned before?

They were the first meals on Spidey's list.

But after every meal, it seemed as if Peter realized how much of a monster he had turned into. But he knew that he was already dead and unless one of his comrades felt obliged? He wasn't going to be staying down for some time to come. Though as the Necronomicon's influence had brought back beings like Pamela Voorhees who had been dead in other killer's timelines, Peter was no exception. Having found himself shackled up alongside a gritty looking Australian, it took all of the willpower Peter had to not dig into everybody there.

Now that that he was free? He was going to do all that he could to help out! Maybe he could be an asset for good instead one of the beings that brought about the end of civilization in his universe.

"Looks like they need help...I'm not gonna stand by while they fight alone!"

*click click*

"Ah, are you serious right now...???"

It seems like in the midst of devouring everybody he ever loved and cared about, Peter forgot to re-stock his web cartridges. Which if this had been the normal Peter Parker meant he'd have to get in down and dirty. Which he certainly wouldn't have minded. These guys were nice enough to release him too and so he'd do what he could to spare a helping hand. But this meant what would come next would have been quite painful.

*RIIIIIIIP!*

"ARGHH! IT HURTS, IT HUUUUURTS!"

Don't have any webbing fluid? Don't have any use for those pesky veins and arteries that're just taking up space in your rotting body? Put them to use in a new fashion! Peter couldn't quite understand why this rather disturbing act caused him-a zombie-pain but it wasn't as if he was going to complain too much. For all the people he'd consumed like-like Mary Jane...

He'd endure this pain and so much more! The 'webbing' consisting of Peter's veins lashed out towards Ruby's legs to try and stick them right where they were. Maybe then the kicking guy would have more of a chance to land a hit!

@Dec (your partner's introduction bud! <3) @Crimson Spartan @Kaykay
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"I...I think we're in even m-more of a problem now.." The mild-mannered man squeaked out as he stood among the new escapees with two duffel bags in tow. With someone dressed as nicely as him, you might not have expected him to be among guys like a zombified Spiderman or a soul-sucking wraith who was missing his lower jaw. Well, the truth was that Willard Stiles had been working at an office. At least until his boss fired him and then attempted to steal his own home from him.

Having ended up being pulled into this seemingly ever-expanding mess like the others, Willard hadn't come alone. But he wasn't referring to the others he'd escaped with. He knew that things looked even more bleak but as a small white rat crawled up Willard's right shoulder, the man looked towards the creature with a small smile. "E-Everrrrything's gonna be okay, Socrates. I...I won't let anyone hurt you.." Setting down the duffel bags, Willard opened them up and looked towards Ruby.

"Tear her up, rip her apart..."

Upon Wilard's command, a wave of rats poured out of the bags with some staying back just in case. While Willard may not have been the best around fellow humans, at least his rats understood him better than anyone else ever could. Having seen Ruby being attacked from multiple angles, Willard figured maybe the rats could be a nuisance if enough of them got on her...

"Hehehehe, plenty of fun.."

The diminutive gremlin-like creature by the name of 'Stripe' quipped as he sat atop Cecil's head. His kind weren't exactly known for their eloquency but he hadn't earned his spot as the leader of the Gremlins for being an idiot. He wasn't about to get mixed up in a fight he knew was out of his depth. But he knew for a fact that it'd be a hell of a lot of fun to watch!

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David Hoover
@Kaykay @Hana @Ringmaster @Takumi @Michale CS @The Wanderer @C.T. @Chewy Rabbits @Crimson Spartan @Gummi Bunnies @Others?

David nodded towards Ghostface, giving her a tentative smile; this was a... Strange alliance to say the least, but anyone on his side, would definitely help even the odds. As they started to head to the exit, Ruby... The young girl who had recieved some grotesque injuries not too long ago, had suddenly moved to stand in their way.

It seemed... Odd that someone who was supposed to be on their side would suddenly have a... Change of heart like this, but as grotesque deformations began to sprout from her body, it became apparent that, whether this was only a recent development... Or if it was something she had been harboring all along, she had fallen victim to one of Bonesaw's bizarre experiments, or... Was it some sort of augmentation process?

It didn't seem to... Matter to David, because in either case... Something about all of this didn't quite sit right with her, especially since she retained a sense of consciousness, clearly not in alot of control of her own actions.

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Then, he felt it... That anger... That rage... The overbearing emotion that had driven him to fight the Crooked Man countless times... Sissi, D... Fluffy... Not just that... But... Deep down, he felt an powerfull drive to take action; to put an end to this chaos once and for all, but this didn't mean he would rush in blindly.

"We need a plan..." He muttered.

With a quick motion, David surveyed the room, trying to find anything around him he could use to his advantage as he always did... Whether it be part of the environemtn, or a few items he could use; he wanted, with all his heard to somehow help Ruby, but he had to find the right tools to do it first.

He had fought off the Crooked Man twice, armed with only a fruit knife, but most of the time... His saving grace was either the environment, or... In cases, the rush of andrenaline in the heat of the moment, combined with some well placed obstables.

Here, he was out in the open, with no ammo left in his gun at all... While the Crooked Man could have been staved off with a fruitknife, he knew better than to assume the same thing would go for Ruby.

There had to be another way... And he was about to ask Ghostface for some help, but... Well, he noticed she had been caught in the middle of a bit of an... Internal squabble... Perhaps he'd intervene, after he surveyed his surroundings anyways...​

 

[Kaykay]

Many would probably panic at the sight of Ruby but as Mercury bounced backwards after having his kicks blocked he only had one thing to say..

"What the hell..?"

So helpful. Anyways Mercury noticed the two 'arm-scythes' that looked a lot like her crescent rose weapon he had prepared to dash out of the way when Imp appeared to block them. "You on a suicide mission or something, imp...?" Mercury remarked in a sarcastic manor before a new plan of attack formed in his mind. Well assassins always had to have a calm mind about combat and Mercury was the definition of calm as it would seem despite the situation.

"Oh no... I'm not running away yet... Somebody's gotta put you outta your misery, Red...

And that somebody....is me.... Imp! Disengage quickly... I have a plan."

To attempt to help Imp be able to disengage Mercury began to fire off more dust bullets. He was attempting to use the force of his shots to hopefully push the Crescent Rose arms away or at the very least knock them off course.


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"You got it, boss!" Imp was quick to respond, reaching the limit of her ability to hold Ruby off anyway, she quickly dropped the baton she was wielding and duck and rolled for cover. In the large empty room there wasn't exactly much cover to find, but as long as she got away from Ruby anything would work.

She was a bit slow, however, and the Crescent Roses mounted on her arms closed in on the girl...only for Mercury's dust bullets to knock them backwards, forcing Ruby to take a step backwards.

"Gah...ach..."


A gurgling noise escaped the patchwork girl, as though something was stuck in her throat. One arm stuck its Crescent Rose into the ground, while the other transformed into its sniper rifle form. Blood covered the floor as she began to fire at Mercury, each shot causing her to vomit up the wine-colored liquid.

"Bonesaw's...Bonesaw...is..."
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Having 'heard' her son's voice prodding her on to punish the sinners, Pamela had all the motivation to start her killing spree. Jason was just as upset as she was with those monstrous camp counselors! They should have been watching him instead of making love! But now that she'd finally reunited with her son, Ruby seemed content to beat her son down right in front of her. Well, Pamela would have none of it! As 'Jason' continued his mantra over and over in Pamela's head, the aging serial killer watched Imp and Mercury's movements, waiting for the right time to rush in and try to get a swipe in on Ruby, any kind of gash on her at all...

@Crimson Spartan

An attempt to understand an opening on such an inhuman creature with merely human insight and understanding was futile. From which direction could the legs strike? Which angles could they not block from? The way in which they fought back against Mercury's kicks had defied all reason, the limbs contorting at angles one could never expect from a humanoid being.

If she wished to plunge into combat against such a being, Pamela would have to similarly throw away any human sense of openings or blade-work and just dive in when she felt it could work.

"S-stay back ma'am! I..." Ruby choked on her own blood before continuing. "...don't want you...hurt...too..."
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"Time's up, kid.."

Opening up his jacket, the Creeper fished out another knife. This one had a fine steel tip to it and had a bellybutton sewn onto the back of it with an ear on the other side. Quite grotesque to the casual and normal observer. But whatever parts the Creeper didn't need from any given victim? Might as well get some use out of the dead weight and what better way to do that then show off some artistic talent?

Winding his claw back, the Creeper whipped the knife forward. The knife sailed through the air as Creeper intended for the blade's course to end with it embedded right in the side of Ruby's head. The quicker she died, the faster they could put this behind them.

@Ringmaster

The knife was simply deflected by a quick movement by one of the legs sprouting from the front of her thighs. Brushed aside as though it were nothing more than a still obstacle hovering in the air.
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He'd endure this pain and so much more! The 'webbing' consisting of Peter's veins lashed out towards Ruby's legs to try and stick them right where they were. Maybe then the kicking guy would have more of a chance to land a hit!

The blast of webbing stuck to Ruby's legs. But her arm swiftly released itself from the ground and slashed it apart before planting itself back down to allow her to fire shot after shot, despite the recoil. At the same time, she tore through the rats that Willard unleashed upon her. With surgical precision, their bodies had all been cleaved cleanly and exactly in half.
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Being locked up in a strange place by forces unknown to her was sadly less of an uncommon occurrence than Saya would like to admit. She wasn't sure this one was related to her usual troubles, although some sort of restraint that would keep her from transforming certainly didn't feel off the mark. After some experimental struggling, she'd given up for simply waiting. The motley crew who arrived weren't the sort she'd expected, though it was quickly clear enough they weren't likely her captors, either.

"I'm glad acid won't be an option," she said as she moved her previously restrained limbs, doing her best to warm them up. "And don't worry, if you're looking for someone, I'll help you out. It's only natural for a magical girl, after all~" She winked at the other girl, apparently oblivious to the implied threat.

Following her rescuers out into the hallway, she ran into quite the spectacle. A whole crowd of assembled people...and things which aren't exactly people, from all walks of life from the look of it. And some of them were fighting some sort of monster spider lady with scythes for arms. Definitely not the sort of folks she was used to. This didn't really seem like the right style.

"Holy freaking crap!" It was an appropriate sort of response to the battle unfolding in front of her. It really was turning into quite a mess, so she held back for the moment. She could transform and contribute, but she couldn't be sure she wouldn't hit someone else in the ensuing melee, and with such superior numbers, things were already well in hand, right?

"Well this is...something, huh?" The girl who'd given the group her implicit threat said with a strained voice.

"Yeah, well don't think too much, Tattletale." With a snap, the boy wearing the Renaissance era clothing shrugged nonchalantly. Though it was hard to see behind his mask, his face seemed to drop, if his body posture was anything to go by.

"What? It not working, Regent?"

"You're the thinking one, right? How 'bout you figure something out then?"

"Sorry, I just don't want to think too much." She winked mischievously at the one called Regent, who simply shrugged again.

"Whatever you say."
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David Hoover
@Kaykay @Hana @Ringmaster @Takumi @Michale CS @The Wanderer @C.T. @Chewy Rabbits @Crimson Spartan @Gummi Bunnies @Others?

David nodded towards Ghostface, giving her a tentative smile; this was a... Strange alliance to say the least, but anyone on his side, would definitely help even the odds. As they started to head to the exit, Ruby... The young girl who had recieved some grotesque injuries not too long ago, had suddenly moved to stand in their way.

It seemed... Odd that someone who was supposed to be on their side would suddenly have a... Change of heart like this, but as grotesque deformations began to sprout from her body, it became apparent that, whether this was only a recent development... Or if it was something she had been harboring all along, she had fallen victim to one of Bonesaw's bizarre experiments, or... Was it some sort of augmentation process?

It didn't seem to... Matter to David, because in either case... Something about all of this didn't quite sit right with her, especially since she retained a sense of consciousness, clearly not in alot of control of her own actions.

...

Then, he felt it... That anger... That rage... The overbearing emotion that had driven him to fight the Crooked Man countless times... Sissi, D... Fluffy... Not just that... But... Deep down, he felt an powerfull drive to take action; to put an end to this chaos once and for all, but this didn't mean he would rush in blindly.

"We need a plan..." He muttered.

With a quick motion, David surveyed the room, trying to find anything around him he could use to his advantage as he always did... Whether it be part of the environemtn, or a few items he could use; he wanted, with all his heard to somehow help Ruby, but he had to find the right tools to do it first.

He had fought off the Crooked Man twice, armed with only a fruit knife, but most of the time... His saving grace was either the environment, or... In cases, the rush of andrenaline in the heat of the moment, combined with some well placed obstables.

Here, he was out in the open, with no ammo left in his gun at all... While the Crooked Man could have been staved off with a fruitknife, he knew better than to assume the same thing would go for Ruby.

There had to be another way... And he was about to ask Ghostface for some help, but... Well, he noticed she had been caught in the middle of a bit of an... Internal squabble... Perhaps he'd intervene, after he surveyed his surroundings anyways...​

And as those two squabbled meaninglessly, the one covered in darkness had already advanced forward, nearing the side of the others who were already in the room from the start. David would have noticed the room was rather barren, devoid of both cover and personality. It was like a portal to different worlds, the pure white walls and floor stained only by the blood and unnatural scene before them, as well as the variety of doors surrounding them.

But as if he'd read David's mind, the one from which darkness continued to ooze planted a gun in his hand. Jerking his head towards the cover of insects Skitter had created in tandem with his own darkness, it seemed like it'd be possible to use the makeshift screen as cover, or perhaps even pop in and out of it to surprise their enemy.

Oh, and of course maybe fire the gun. That was what guns were for, after all.

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[Chewy Rabbits]

Following her rescuers out into the hallway, she ran into quite the spectacle. A whole crowd of assembled people...and things which aren't exactly people, from all walks of life from the look of it. And some of them were fighting some sort of monster spider lady with scythes for arms. Definitely not the sort of folks she was used to. This didn't really seem like the right style.

"Holy freaking crap!" It was an appropriate sort of response to the battle unfolding in front of her. It really was turning into quite a mess, so she held back for the moment. She could transform and contribute, but she couldn't be sure she wouldn't hit someone else in the ensuing melee, and with such superior numbers, things were already well in hand, right?

"What monstrosity is this that stands before me...?"

Raziel, having walked a plane of life as a human, a vampire, and now a wraith, he was no stranger to odd sights. But this was beyond what even Raziel had seen. A girl who seemed too young for combat of any kind, twisted and turned into some kind of abomination. It was an absolutely sickening sight and one that would have made Raziel's stomach turn. Well, if he still had one anyway.

This was an affront to anything that might have been considered decent in this godforsaken world. Not too long ago, Raziel had found himself confined with manacles made from flesh of a man. It would have been amusing were it not so revoltingly morbid. Something had to be done and it became appallingly clear to the wraith that he'd have to step in. While he'd been liberated from his restraints by these individuals with strange powers, he hadn't asked for the retrieval. Nor had he put his trust with them like the others seemed to have done.

But it seemed that as long as he was here, this freakish child would have no qualms about making him a target. Holding his right hand out, a glow of blue spectral energy began to manifest around Raziel's arm. The energy elongated to leave a blade behind, Raziel held the sword out to his side as he eyed Ruby.

"I'm afraid there is nothing 'holy' about this creature, child. Stay back while I cleanse it from our path."

As his cloak billowed behind him due to the energy his blade was giving off, Raziel continued to stare straight ahead. For better or for worse, his Reaver hungered for souls and often fought with Raziel for control. Raziel could keep the blade subdued for the most part but on occasions like this? The blade's hunger surprised even Raziel and the only way to satisfy it would be to give it what it wanted. Whatever decadent soul may have been lurking within the shell of Ruby Rose.

"Retrieve your vermin, they're nothing more but fodder for the girl to slaughter." Raziel called out to Willard although the rats were taking matters into their own hands and fleeing back to Willard. They may have been loyal to Willard but they weren't suicidal. As the rats took their exit, Raziel capitalized on their departure! Rushing at Ruby, Raziel swung the Wraith Reaver downwards to try and cut Ruby from the shoulder downwards.

@R-9 Pilot
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Blake's words actually caused Yurick to relax. As the other pulled out his sword and spoke to him, Yurick would nod in understanding, pulling out his dagger shortly after, keeping it at his side for the moment. He'd stay out of the fight unless he needed to join, like Blake suggested. Though hearing Ash speak, he turned to look at the old geezer.

For the first time since Blake and Yurick had met, a smile drew across the pirate's skeletal features as Yurick prepared himself. To engage in a battle when there was simply no need only served to risk endangering yourself. Although Ruby's body may have been a strange one, Blake was certain they could triumph over her. If they could not? Then perhaps they were not the ones to defeat Bonesaw.

"You seem wise beyond your years, Yurick..."

If things had been different and Blake had known Yurick back when he was still alive? If Yurick would have been willing, perhaps he could have been a loyal 2nd mate. Maybe with his aid, Blake's crew could have avoided the tragic misfortune that befell them. But at the moment, those kind of thoughts were little more than wishful thinking. For all Blake knew, he would have simply been a restless spirit seeking revenge before the Necronomicon's dark magic bound his spirit to his waterlogged corpse.

Still, when you were fighting against a tormented girl with a grotesque body, it certainly didn't hurt to have some positive thoughts here and there.

But Blake hadn't been so naive as to simply get caught up in idealistic fantasies while a battle raged on nearby. He'd noticed Ash's wariness too and it didn't take a genius to figure out why.

"He holds his weapon for the child's sake.."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is Ashley J. Williams just an open book for Patchy the Pirate and his rotting buddy to look at and decipher what's wrong? Yeah, my trigger finger's lost it's itch. You try blasting without a care in the world after being held up in some creepy flesh-room."

Ash snapped but if Blake was offended, the ghost simply didn't let it show. But he understood why Ash had reacted like he did. The man may have been an elderly loud-mouthed buffoon but there was still a sense of common decency buried within him. He hid his reasoning for not wanting to shoot Ruby behind a thinly veiled shield of aggressive comments. Focusing his full attention on Ash, Yurick and Ash might have noticed a trail of fog ebbing around Blake's person.

"When I was alive, I made my life raiding ships and living a general life of piracy. Making sure my men were well taken care of and what have you. I've seen many children lose their lives over the years of my travel on the seas. Innocent they might be, they're not free from the harsh reality that is our world, Ashley. This child may not have chosen to fight us but regardless of intent, she's in our way. Thus, she's our enemy.."

Blake saw no reason to mince words with the other man. He'd gathered from Ash's personality that the man had been through his own hardships and so his reaction here was understandable. But even if Ruby had not desired to have her body mutated in such a fashion, members of the group would certainly perish if she was not disposed of. Blake doubted his ability to help in the task of achieving that result but Ash? The pirate felt Ash could help. Only if he wanted to however.

Listening to Blake's words, beads of sweat continued to roll down Ash's forehead. He'd gone from being a cowardly college student who was forced to chainsaw his own sister and girlfriend and friends to a fifty five year old demon slayer. Yet while deadites used their hosts body's as toys, Ruby seemed to be fully aware of her body's hideous transformations. Narrowing his eyes, Ash wiped the sweat from his brow and aimed his shotgun at Ruby.

"I don't pretend to know much about how one should live their life to the fullest, but looks like we both got screwed on that end, kid. I just hope that I can make your exit from the shit-covered mortal coil we call life a quick one."

*bang!*

@Takumi
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With a quick motion, David surveyed the room, trying to find anything around him he could use to his advantage as he always did... Whether it be part of the environemtn, or a few items he could use; he wanted, with all his heard to somehow help Ruby, but he had to find the right tools to do it first.

He had fought off the Crooked Man twice, armed with only a fruit knife, but most of the time... His saving grace was either the environment, or... In cases, the rush of andrenaline in the heat of the moment, combined with some well placed obstables.

"Oh? You don't stop him but you stop me?!"

Tarman exclaimed angrily as he continued to struggle against Charlie and Ghostface's hold on him. The serial killer had moved upwards and grabbed the zombie's severed head. Even through her glove, feeling the decomposing flesh on Tarman's skull was quite disgusting. Charlie had wrapped his arms around Tarman's body, as it clawed at his arms. Tearing away fabric and the sleeves of his shirt were in tatters.

Why were they doing this to him? Charlie claimed it was so they didn't lose Tarman over something like 'needing to eat brains.' But they didn't understand the pain he went through in every waking moment! He felt every bit of flesh drip off his body! Although Tarman was quite the annoyance to dispose of, he knew that someday he'd eventually just rot away into a skeleton. There would be nothing left of him! He would indulge himself and quench the pain until then!

Raising up his elbow, Tarman's body slammed it down onto Charlie's head as the teen slumped to the floor. Although Charlie's infected hand may have temporarily granted him some semblance of superhuman strength, he was at heart still a seventeen year old boy. The blow had staggered him and Tarman made his way towards Ghostface with his hands outstretched. "Give me back my head!!"

"Ghostface! Don't let him get it back!"

Ghostface continued to hold the head at arm's length as the body closed in. How was she supposed to stop him from taking his head back? Why was she even doing this? It certainly wasn't out of the kindness of her heart. Maybe out of some blown up idea that once this was over, she'd become some kind of hero? Maybe she'd even trend on Twitter. But why was Charlie so concerned with this zombie? Was he that determined to keep this group safe that his kindness extended to a creature like Tarman?

She supposed that was admirable in some regard but whatever that may have been wasn't coming to mind. But Charlie had a point, this group was made up of freaks and monsters and so much else. Yet if all of them were to die and she was left alone? The only options at that point would have been surrender or get brutally murdered. Somehow she doubted these guys did surrender and that was coming from a psychopathic killer herself!

...

"You owe me big-time. I'm talking whatever the hell I want after this is over.."

Ghostface mumbled as she drew her pistol and held it to the side of Tarman's head. This thing could obviously survive decapitation but it wouldn't get very far without a head to try and guide it. "Look! You're not gonna be able to eat your precious brains if I blow this thing to kingdom come. Bits of dirt-stained skull and rotting flesh blasted all over the place. So, just take it down a notch and relax. We'll get out of this and you'll have all the brains you want!"

Tarman's body did indeed stop in it's determined pursuit towards the masked killer. While the body would have continued to move about even if the head was destroyed, it'd be mindless. With his head still in being, Tarman could at least guide his body from place to place. He still couldn't understand why these two were working so hard to conspire against him. But it seemed he'd have no choice but to obey. Tarman's arms slumped to the side and his head frowned but said nothing. What was there to say?

"Useless.."

Ghostface turned with the pistol still held to the side of Tarman's head. How had that blonde guy gotten behind her so quickly? More importantly, what the hell did he want? The two of them had barely said anything to each other. "Useless...? What the hell are you talking about?" Ghostface demanded but DIO merely smiled in response. He had no affection for such a single-minded creature like Tarman. Or anyone in this motley group for that matter.

But that one boy, Charlie Brewster was his name, had the gall to stand up to DIO! While the vampire thought such resistance was amusing, he also refused to let it stand from an insect like Charlie. One who didn't even seem to posses a stand. Nor did the woman in the ridiculous costume. Peons like them couldn't even begin to comprehend the power of [The World]!

"It'd be a waste of breath to explain to the likes of you."

"MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUUUUDAAAAAA!!!"

Although Ghostface couldn't see the stand, she did feel some kind of menacing presence linger over her. Before she could think of the possibilities of what was going on, blows rained down upon her. Her eyes widened the mask as it felt like her body was being assaulted by some kind of invisible force. The head fell from her grasp and rolled off to the side as DIO propped a foot upon it. As [The World] finished it's attack, Ghostface was sent flying off as she landed at Charlie's feet, blood running down from under her mask.

Running her hands across her bruised chest, Ghostface still couldn't understand what had happened. One second she'd been asking DIO what he meant, then he shouted some kind of battlecry, and the next thing she knew? It felt like she was being punched by a semi truck. Glancing over at Ghostface's downed form, DIO smiled as his stand vanished within him. He'd held back just enough so as not to kill the murderer. But she was in no shape to be holding Tarman's head anymore.

For that matter, neither Taman or Charlie could understand what'd happened. Charlie already had a run in with DIO that had proved to be quite dangerous for the teen. He'd dealt with vampires but DIO seemed to be on a whole other level. But now Ghostface had been fine one moment and the next? She was flat on her back groaning in pain. "Eugh..."

As Charlie tended to Ghostface, DIO kicked Tarman's head towards his body as he stepped off to the side. "I could end this battle in an instant if I chose to do so. But it seems that Charlie was quite insistent on keeping you from the battle. I say go on and engage to your heart's content." Tarman didn't know what to say. This blonde-man had somehow taken down Ghostface without even moving an inch and now he was giving him a chance to attack and get the brains he desired! Drool continued to drip down from Tarman's maw as he staggered towards Ruby.

"BRAAAAAAAAINSSSSSS!!!"

@Hana @york ​

From which direction could the legs strike? Which angles could they not block from? The way in which they fought back against Mercury's kicks had defied all reason, the limbs contorting at angles one could never expect from a humanoid being.

If she wished to plunge into combat against such a being, Pamela would have to similarly throw away any human sense of openings or blade-work and just dive in when she felt it could work.

"S-stay back ma'am! I..." Ruby choked on her own blood before continuing. "...don't want you...hurt...too..."
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"Oh, you poor child. You don't understand the pain a mother goes through. Bringing life into the world and then being forced to watch as it leaves this world. That's how I felt when I lost my dear Jason because of those damn teenagers. That's how I feel after seeing what you did to him! So, I'm afraid you've already hurt me, my dear.."

The speed with which Ruby could move those blades? Compared to Pamela's reflexes, the woman would have been skewered in no time flat. But she couldn't stand idly by while this child continued to attack! She'd hurt Jason, her dear precious Jason! That was an act that would most definitely not go unpunished. Raising her machete above her head, Pamela prepared to run in and attempt to strike even if meant certain death.

"This is for you, Jason!"

Before Pamela could move forward, a strong hand grabbed her wrist. Not tight enough to hurt her but enough to keep her in place. Looking over her shoulder, Pamela's jaw practically dropped as she saw her son standing before her once again. Admittedly, it'd taken quite a bit of Jason's energy to get this far after the beating he suffered from Ruby earlier. What kind of dutiful son would he have been if he let his mother walk to her death?

The machete fell from Pamela's grasp as she looked up at her son. Her eyes met the pitch black holes of Jason's hockey mask which he'd slipped back over his head. "I'm so, so glad you're alright, Jason. I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you again!"

"Oh Jason..."

As par the course for Jason, he said nothing as his mother looked him over. Jason existed simply as a manifestation of the rage he felt towards the sinners who had caused his and his mother's deaths. He wouldn't lose her again if he could help it. Letting go of his mother's wrist, Jason calmly pushed her aside and drew his machete as he strode towards Ruby. He had already been taken aback by Ruby's sheer speed but he'd get up as many times as he had to.

Until Ruby was dead at his feet.

@Michale CS
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The knife was simply deflected by a quick movement by one of the legs sprouting from the front of her thighs. Brushed aside as though it were nothing more than a still obstacle hovering in the air.

"Quick on the draw..."

Watching as the knife sailed away from it's initial course, the Creeper held up his left hand. The knife quickly changed direction and sailed back towards the demon. Grabbing the blade by the hilt once it'd gotten close enough, he'd look it over. The blade had been chipped due to Ruby's quick counter. Nothing that couldn't be fixed given the time but he doubted Ruby would lend him the time.

Opening up his jacket, Creeper tucked the knife back within one of his pockets as he glared at Ruby. This girl was quicker than he had anticipated. But there were methods to deal with this kind of problem.

"Just need a bigger weapon.."

Pulling off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor, the Creeper drew an axe off his back. Grinning at the weapon which had beheaded so many of the Creeper's victims, the demon burst forward to try and sever Ruby's spider legs!

@Crimson Spartan
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The blast of webbing stuck to Ruby's legs. But her arm swiftly released itself from the ground and slashed it apart before planting itself back down to allow her to fire shot after shot, despite the recoil.

"Oh come on!"

It wasn't often that Peter captured meals with his webbing these days. Most of the time he just ripped them apart with his bare hands or used the power cosmic he'd obtained from devouring Galactus. But after ending up here due to some kind of mystical influence, the power cosmic hadn't traveled along with him. Leaving him with the proportionate strength of a spider and a rotting body. The one time he tried to go back to basics and it didn't work.

Well, if restraining her and letting someone else deal with her wasn't an option? There was another way he could deal with Ruby. One that made him feel bad because it was obvious whatever was happening was out of the girl's control. Did she wish to mutate and end up like this? Peter strongly doubted it. But did he ask to be turned into a member of the walking dead? No.

The Hunger could be defeated, there was no question about that. Peter had done it once, he could do it again. But...What if he bent the rules a bit? Maybe he'd just devour evildoers or those who stood in the group's way like Ruby? Maybe he'd feel better once he felt some of her flesh pass through his throat.

Watching as Tarman's body made it's way towards Ruby however, Peter balled his hands up into fists. The sheer nerve of this guy! He looked to just be your regular ol zombie. Not much to note one way or the other. Did he think he could have this meal?! No, there wasn't enough to share between the two of them! This would be his meal and his meal alone! Lashing out with his webbing, Peter bound Tarman's arms to his side as the other zombie continued forward.

"I call dibs on this one! Find your own meal!"

"This is mine!"

@Dec @The Wanderer

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At the same time, she tore through the rats that Willard unleashed upon her. With surgical precision, their bodies had all been cleaved cleanly and exactly in half.

Willard was a sensitive man to say the least. So when you take that kind of personality and put his own mutilated animals before him, it probably wouldn't bode well.

Dropping the bags that his rats had resided in to the ground, Willard collapsed to his knees. This was absolutely horrible! She'd cut clean through his rats! Even, Ben, the biggest rat of the bunch and the one that didn't care to listen to Willard half the time was wary of approaching after that.

"Come back, come back!"

There was no point in having his rats butchered by the dozen! Those blades moved far too quickly for them to even have a chance! If they could have knocked her down so they could swarm her from every angle, maybe. As his rats came back however, Willard was prepared to try and have them on stand-by in case a window of opportunity did present itself to them. Much to his surprise however, they all raced back into the bags. "W-What's wrong??? Were you all really that frightened..?"

Although the rats were understandably wary of approaching Ruby, it wasn't her that they were afraid of. The rats squeaked and made all kinds of noises as a strange girl started to make her way past Willard...

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[Takumi]

"What monstrosity is this that stands before me...?"

Raziel, having walked a plane of life as a human, a vampire, and now a wraith, he was no stranger to odd sights. But this was beyond what even Raziel had seen. A girl who seemed too young for combat of any kind, twisted and turned into some kind of abomination. It was an absolutely sickening sight and one that would have made Raziel's stomach turn. Well, if he still had one anyway.

This was an affront to anything that might have been considered decent in this godforsaken world. Not too long ago, Raziel had found himself confined with manacles made from flesh of a man. It would have been amusing were it not so revoltingly morbid. Something had to be done and it became appallingly clear to the wraith that he'd have to step in. While he'd been liberated from his restraints by these individuals with strange powers, he hadn't asked for the retrieval. Nor had he put his trust with them like the others seemed to have done.

But it seemed that as long as he was here, this freakish child would have no qualms about making him a target. Holding his right hand out, a glow of blue spectral energy began to manifest around Raziel's arm. The energy elongated to leave a blade behind, Raziel held the sword out to his side as he eyed Ruby.

"I'm afraid there is nothing 'holy' about this creature, child. Stay back while I cleanse it from our path."

As his cloak billowed behind him due to the energy his blade was giving off, Raziel continued to stare straight ahead. For better or for worse, his Reaver hungered for souls and often fought with Raziel for control. Raziel could keep the blade subdued for the most part but on occasions like this? The blade's hunger surprised even Raziel and the only way to satisfy it would be to give it what it wanted. Whatever decadent soul may have been lurking within the shell of Ruby Rose.

"Retrieve your vermin, they're nothing more but fodder for the girl to slaughter." Raziel called out to Willard although the rats were taking matters into their own hands and fleeing back to Willard. They may have been loyal to Willard but they weren't suicidal. As the rats took their exit, Raziel capitalized on their departure! Rushing at Ruby, Raziel swung the Wraith Reaver downwards to try and cut Ruby from the shoulder downwards.

@R-9 Pilot
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For the first time since Blake and Yurick had met, a smile drew across the pirate's skeletal features as Yurick prepared himself. To engage in a battle when there was simply no need only served to risk endangering yourself. Although Ruby's body may have been a strange one, Blake was certain they could triumph over her. If they could not? Then perhaps they were not the ones to defeat Bonesaw.

"You seem wise beyond your years, Yurick..."

If things had been different and Blake had known Yurick back when he was still alive? If Yurick would have been willing, perhaps he could have been a loyal 2nd mate. Maybe with his aid, Blake's crew could have avoided the tragic misfortune that befell them. But at the moment, those kind of thoughts were little more than wishful thinking. For all Blake knew, he would have simply been a restless spirit seeking revenge before the Necronomicon's dark magic bound his spirit to his waterlogged corpse.

Still, when you were fighting against a tormented girl with a grotesque body, it certainly didn't hurt to have some positive thoughts here and there.

But Blake hadn't been so naive as to simply get caught up in idealistic fantasies while a battle raged on nearby. He'd noticed Ash's wariness too and it didn't take a genius to figure out why.

"He holds his weapon for the child's sake.."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is Ashley J. Williams just an open book for Patchy the Pirate and his rotting buddy to look at and decipher what's wrong? Yeah, my trigger finger's lost it's itch. You try blasting without a care in the world after being held up in some creepy flesh-room."

Ash snapped but if Blake was offended, the ghost simply didn't let it show. But he understood why Ash had reacted like he did. The man may have been an elderly loud-mouthed buffoon but there was still a sense of common decency buried within him. He hid his reasoning for not wanting to shoot Ruby behind a thinly veiled shield of aggressive comments. Focusing his full attention on Ash, Yurick and Ash might have noticed a trail of fog ebbing around Blake's person.

"When I was alive, I made my life raiding ships and living a general life of piracy. Making sure my men were well taken care of and what have you. I've seen many children lose their lives over the years of my travel on the seas. Innocent they might be, they're not free from the harsh reality that is our world, Ashley. This child may not have chosen to fight us but regardless of intent, she's in our way. Thus, she's our enemy.."

Blake saw no reason to mince words with the other man. He'd gathered from Ash's personality that the man had been through his own hardships and so his reaction here was understandable. But even if Ruby had not desired to have her body mutated in such a fashion, members of the group would certainly perish if she was not disposed of. Blake doubted his ability to help in the task of achieving that result but Ash? The pirate felt Ash could help. Only if he wanted to however.

Listening to Blake's words, beads of sweat continued to roll down Ash's forehead. He'd gone from being a cowardly college student who was forced to chainsaw his own sister and girlfriend and friends to a fifty five year old demon slayer. Yet while deadites used their hosts body's as toys, Ruby seemed to be fully aware of her body's hideous transformations. Narrowing his eyes, Ash wiped the sweat from his brow and aimed his shotgun at Ruby.

"I don't pretend to know much about how one should live their life to the fullest, but looks like we both got screwed on that end, kid. I just hope that I can make your exit from the shit-covered mortal coil we call life a quick one."

*bang!*

@Takumi
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"Oh? You don't stop him but you stop me?!"

Tarman exclaimed angrily as he continued to struggle against Charlie and Ghostface's hold on him. The serial killer had moved upwards and grabbed the zombie's severed head. Even through her glove, feeling the decomposing flesh on Tarman's skull was quite disgusting. Charlie had wrapped his arms around Tarman's body, as it clawed at his arms. Tearing away fabric and the sleeves of his shirt were in tatters.

Why were they doing this to him? Charlie claimed it was so they didn't lose Tarman over something like 'needing to eat brains.' But they didn't understand the pain he went through in every waking moment! He felt every bit of flesh drip off his body! Although Tarman was quite the annoyance to dispose of, he knew that someday he'd eventually just rot away into a skeleton. There would be nothing left of him! He would indulge himself and quench the pain until then!

Raising up his elbow, Tarman's body slammed it down onto Charlie's head as the teen slumped to the floor. Although Charlie's infected hand may have temporarily granted him some semblance of superhuman strength, he was at heart still a seventeen year old boy. The blow had staggered him and Tarman made his way towards Ghostface with his hands outstretched. "Give me back my head!!"

"Ghostface! Don't let him get it back!"

Ghostface continued to hold the head at arm's length as the body closed in. How was she supposed to stop him from taking his head back? Why was she even doing this? It certainly wasn't out of the kindness of her heart. Maybe out of some blown up idea that once this was over, she'd become some kind of hero? Maybe she'd even trend on Twitter. But why was Charlie so concerned with this zombie? Was he that determined to keep this group safe that his kindness extended to a creature like Tarman?

She supposed that was admirable in some regard but whatever that may have been wasn't coming to mind. But Charlie had a point, this group was made up of freaks and monsters and so much else. Yet if all of them were to die and she was left alone? The only options at that point would have been surrender or get brutally murdered. Somehow she doubted these guys did surrender and that was coming from a psychopathic killer herself!

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"You owe me big-time. I'm talking whatever the hell I want after this is over.."

Ghostface mumbled as she drew her pistol and held it to the side of Tarman's head. This thing could obviously survive decapitation but it wouldn't get very far without a head to try and guide it. "Look! You're not gonna be able to eat your precious brains if I blow this thing to kingdom come. Bits of dirt-stained skull and rotting flesh blasted all over the place. So, just take it down a notch and relax. We'll get out of this and you'll have all the brains you want!"

Tarman's body did indeed stop in it's determined pursuit towards the masked killer. While the body would have continued to move about even if the head was destroyed, it'd be mindless. With his head still in being, Tarman could at least guide his body from place to place. He still couldn't understand why these two were working so hard to conspire against him. But it seemed he'd have no choice but to obey. Tarman's arms slumped to the side and his head frowned but said nothing. What was there to say?

"Useless.."

Ghostface turned with the pistol still held to the side of Tarman's head. How had that blonde guy gotten behind her so quickly? More importantly, what the hell did he want? The two of them had barely said anything to each other. "Useless...? What the hell are you talking about?" Ghostface demanded but DIO merely smiled in response. He had no affection for such a single-minded creature like Tarman. Or anyone in this motley group for that matter.

But that one boy, Charlie Brewster was his name, had the gall to stand up to DIO! While the vampire thought such resistance was amusing, he also refused to let it stand from an insect like Charlie. One who didn't even seem to posses a stand. Nor did the woman in the ridiculous costume. Peons like them couldn't even begin to comprehend the power of [The World]!

"It'd be a waste of breath to explain to the likes of you."

"MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUUUUDAAAAAA!!!"

Although Ghostface couldn't see the stand, she did feel some kind of menacing presence linger over her. Before she could think of the possibilities of what was going on, blows rained down upon her. Her eyes widened the mask as it felt like her body was being assaulted by some kind of invisible force. The head fell from her grasp and rolled off to the side as DIO propped a foot upon it. As [The World] finished it's attack, Ghostface was sent flying off as she landed at Charlie's feet, blood running down from under her mask.

Running her hands across her bruised chest, Ghostface still couldn't understand what had happened. One second she'd been asking DIO what he meant, then he shouted some kind of battlecry, and the next thing she knew? It felt like she was being punched by a semi truck. Glancing over at Ghostface's downed form, DIO smiled as his stand vanished within him. He'd held back just enough so as not to kill the murderer. But she was in no shape to be holding Tarman's head anymore.

For that matter, neither Taman or Charlie could understand what'd happened. Charlie already had a run in with DIO that had proved to be quite dangerous for the teen. He'd dealt with vampires but DIO seemed to be on a whole other level. But now Ghostface had been fine one moment and the next? She was flat on her back groaning in pain. "Eugh..."

As Charlie tended to Ghostface, DIO kicked Tarman's head towards his body as he stepped off to the side. "I could end this battle in an instant if I chose to do so. But it seems that Charlie was quite insistent on keeping you from the battle. I say go on and engage to your heart's content." Tarman didn't know what to say. This blonde-man had somehow taken down Ghostface without even moving an inch and now he was giving him a chance to attack and get the brains he desired! Drool continued to drip down from Tarman's maw as he staggered towards Ruby.

"BRAAAAAAAAINSSSSSS!!!"

@Hana @york ​

"Oh, you poor child. You don't understand the pain a mother goes through. Bringing life into the world and then being forced to watch as it leaves this world. That's how I felt when I lost my dear Jason because of those damn teenagers. That's how I feel after seeing what you did to him! So, I'm afraid you've already hurt me, my dear.."

The speed with which Ruby could move those blades? Compared to Pamela's reflexes, the woman would have been skewered in no time flat. But she couldn't stand idly by while this child continued to attack! She'd hurt Jason, her dear precious Jason! That was an act that would most definitely not go unpunished. Raising her machete above her head, Pamela prepared to run in and attempt to strike even if meant certain death.

"This is for you, Jason!"

Before Pamela could move forward, a strong hand grabbed her wrist. Not tight enough to hurt her but enough to keep her in place. Looking over her shoulder, Pamela's jaw practically dropped as she saw her son standing before her once again. Admittedly, it'd taken quite a bit of Jason's energy to get this far after the beating he suffered from Ruby earlier. What kind of dutiful son would he have been if he let his mother walk to her death?

The machete fell from Pamela's grasp as she looked up at her son. Her eyes met the pitch black holes of Jason's hockey mask which he'd slipped back over his head. "I'm so, so glad you're alright, Jason. I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you again!"

"Oh Jason..."

As par the course for Jason, he said nothing as his mother looked him over. Jason existed simply as a manifestation of the rage he felt towards the sinners who had caused his and his mother's deaths. He wouldn't lose her again if he could help it. Letting go of his mother's wrist, Jason calmly pushed her aside and drew his machete as he strode towards Ruby. He had already been taken aback by Ruby's sheer speed but he'd get up as many times as he had to.

Until Ruby was dead at his feet.

@Michale CS
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"Quick on the draw..."

Watching as the knife sailed away from it's initial course, the Creeper held up his left hand. The knife quickly changed direction and sailed back towards the demon. Grabbing the blade by the hilt once it'd gotten close enough, he'd look it over. The blade had been chipped due to Ruby's quick counter. Nothing that couldn't be fixed given the time but he doubted Ruby would lend him the time.

Opening up his jacket, Creeper tucked the knife back within one of his pockets as he glared at Ruby. This girl was quicker than he had anticipated. But there were methods to deal with this kind of problem.

"Just need a bigger weapon.."

Pulling off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor, the Creeper drew an axe off his back. Grinning at the weapon which had beheaded so many of the Creeper's victims, the demon burst forward to try and sever Ruby's spider legs!

@Crimson Spartan
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"Oh come on!"

It wasn't often that Peter captured meals with his webbing these days. Most of the time he just ripped them apart with his bare hands or used the power cosmic he'd obtained from devouring Galactus. But after ending up here due to some kind of mystical influence, the power cosmic hadn't traveled along with him. Leaving him with the proportionate strength of a spider and a rotting body. The one time he tried to go back to basics and it didn't work.

Well, if restraining her and letting someone else deal with her wasn't an option? There was another way he could deal with Ruby. One that made him feel bad because it was obvious whatever was happening was out of the girl's control. Did she wish to mutate and end up like this? Peter strongly doubted it. But did he ask to be turned into a member of the walking dead? No.

The Hunger could be defeated, there was no question about that. Peter had done it once, he could do it again. But...What if he bent the rules a bit? Maybe he'd just devour evildoers or those who stood in the group's way like Ruby? Maybe he'd feel better once he felt some of her flesh pass through his throat.

Watching as Tarman's body made it's way towards Ruby however, Peter balled his hands up into fists. The sheer nerve of this guy! He looked to just be your regular ol zombie. Not much to note one way or the other. Did he think he could have this meal?! No, there wasn't enough to share between the two of them! This would be his meal and his meal alone! Lashing out with his webbing, Peter bound Tarman's arms to his side as the other zombie continued forward.

"I call dibs on this one! Find your own meal!"

"This is mine!"

@Dec @The Wanderer

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Willard was a sensitive man to say the least. So when you take that kind of personality and put his own mutilated animals before him, it probably wouldn't bode well.

Dropping the bags that his rats had resided in to the ground, Willard collapsed to his knees. This was absolutely horrible! She'd cut clean through his rats! Even, Ben, the biggest rat of the bunch and the one that didn't care to listen to Willard half the time was wary of approaching after that.

"Come back, come back!"

There was no point in having his rats butchered by the dozen! Those blades moved far too quickly for them to even have a chance! If they could have knocked her down so they could swarm her from every angle, maybe. As his rats came back however, Willard was prepared to try and have them on stand-by in case a window of opportunity did present itself to them. Much to his surprise however, they all raced back into the bags. "W-What's wrong??? Were you all really that frightened..?"

Although the rats were understandably wary of approaching Ruby, it wasn't her that they were afraid of. The rats squeaked and made all kinds of noises as a strange girl started to make her way past Willard...

@Kyy Namosaka @Tarieles @wakely @C.T. @Gummi Bunnies​

"I have to be to survive." Yurick replied, a small smile of his own showing. That is, until Ashley decided to call him Patchy, which earned the demon hunter a slightly peeved look.

"Old man, to add on to what Blake said, the girl should be taken care of now multiple reasons; if not then she'll likely come back later which will not only be a problem for us but also prolong her pain..." he paused though, when it looked like Ash came to a decision.

While Ash did that, Yurick did take notice of all of the in fightimg going on at a time like this. How the hell did these guys make it this long? :-|

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[The Wanderer]

With his bounds cut, or rather eaten away. Jacket was able to use his tape recorder and the items in his duffle bag without much hindrance.

Picking up his duffle bag, and taking out his tape recorder. Pressing a few buttons, a phrase would play. "Sorry! Désolé!" The phrase was obviously pointed at Tarman. Jacket did feel bad, but he was near to useless if he didn't have some way to attack or defend himself.

Opening up his duffle bag, Jacket went through several weapons, before looking back at Ruby. Those scythes practically would be a death sentence for attempting to engage in close quarters combat without something to boost him.

So, long range was his only option.

Pulling out a handgun. Jacket inspected it for any damage, before loading a clip into it. Before joining the others. But, as he raised his weapon to assist the others, he noticed Ghostface on the ground, injured from the looks of it. With Charlie tending to her.

Two easy targets.

And rather than losing two members, Jacket ran over to the two. Shoving the handgun into Charlie's hands. With the safety on, mind you. Hopefully, Charlie would be able to figure out how to work the gun. Holding his tape recorder up once again. He pressed more buttons before another phrase played. "Defend. Zu verteidigen." Before putting the tape recorder into his pocket. Reaching into the duffle bag once more, he soon pulled out a medical kit. He started carrying it with him ever since a heist went wrong when he was with that one crew. Not to mention, he made a fantastic medic. Even if he was not dressed for the job.

Pulling out what he needed, he would soon begin to try and fix Ghostface up.

@Chewy Rabbits​

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[Crimson Spartan]

"You got it, boss!" Imp was quick to respond, reaching the limit of her ability to hold Ruby off anyway, she quickly dropped the baton she was wielding and duck and rolled for cover. In the large empty room there wasn't exactly much cover to find, but as long as she got away from Ruby anything would work.

She was a bit slow, however, and the Crescent Roses mounted on her arms closed in on the girl...only for Mercury's dust bullets to knock them backwards, forcing Ruby to take a step backwards.

"Gah...ach..."


A gurgling noise escaped the patchwork girl, as though something was stuck in her throat. One arm stuck its Crescent Rose into the ground, while the other transformed into its sniper rifle form. Blood covered the floor as she began to fire at Mercury, each shot causing her to vomit up the wine-colored liquid.

"Bonesaw's...Bonesaw...is..."
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"Showtime.... Time for an old favorite..."

What could Mercury possibly have planned to take on this abomination of his enemy. Stick around and perhaps you'll find out...
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"What monstrosity is this that stands before me...?"

Raziel, having walked a plane of life as a human, a vampire, and now a wraith, he was no stranger to odd sights. But this was beyond what even Raziel had seen. A girl who seemed too young for combat of any kind, twisted and turned into some kind of abomination. It was an absolutely sickening sight and one that would have made Raziel's stomach turn. Well, if he still had one anyway.

This was an affront to anything that might have been considered decent in this godforsaken world. Not too long ago, Raziel had found himself confined with manacles made from flesh of a man. It would have been amusing were it not so revoltingly morbid. Something had to be done and it became appallingly clear to the wraith that he'd have to step in. While he'd been liberated from his restraints by these individuals with strange powers, he hadn't asked for the retrieval. Nor had he put his trust with them like the others seemed to have done.

But it seemed that as long as he was here, this freakish child would have no qualms about making him a target. Holding his right hand out, a glow of blue spectral energy began to manifest around Raziel's arm. The energy elongated to leave a blade behind, Raziel held the sword out to his side as he eyed Ruby.

"I'm afraid there is nothing 'holy' about this creature, child. Stay back while I cleanse it from our path."

As his cloak billowed behind him due to the energy his blade was giving off, Raziel continued to stare straight ahead. For better or for worse, his Reaver hungered for souls and often fought with Raziel for control. Raziel could keep the blade subdued for the most part but on occasions like this? The blade's hunger surprised even Raziel and the only way to satisfy it would be to give it what it wanted. Whatever decadent soul may have been lurking within the shell of Ruby Rose.

"Retrieve your vermin, they're nothing more but fodder for the girl to slaughter." Raziel called out to Willard although the rats were taking matters into their own hands and fleeing back to Willard. They may have been loyal to Willard but they weren't suicidal. As the rats took their exit, Raziel capitalized on their departure! Rushing at Ruby, Raziel swung the Wraith Reaver downwards to try and cut Ruby from the shoulder downwards.

@R-9 Pilot
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For the first time since Blake and Yurick had met, a smile drew across the pirate's skeletal features as Yurick prepared himself. To engage in a battle when there was simply no need only served to risk endangering yourself. Although Ruby's body may have been a strange one, Blake was certain they could triumph over her. If they could not? Then perhaps they were not the ones to defeat Bonesaw.

"You seem wise beyond your years, Yurick..."

If things had been different and Blake had known Yurick back when he was still alive? If Yurick would have been willing, perhaps he could have been a loyal 2nd mate. Maybe with his aid, Blake's crew could have avoided the tragic misfortune that befell them. But at the moment, those kind of thoughts were little more than wishful thinking. For all Blake knew, he would have simply been a restless spirit seeking revenge before the Necronomicon's dark magic bound his spirit to his waterlogged corpse.

Still, when you were fighting against a tormented girl with a grotesque body, it certainly didn't hurt to have some positive thoughts here and there.

But Blake hadn't been so naive as to simply get caught up in idealistic fantasies while a battle raged on nearby. He'd noticed Ash's wariness too and it didn't take a genius to figure out why.

"He holds his weapon for the child's sake.."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is Ashley J. Williams just an open book for Patchy the Pirate and his rotting buddy to look at and decipher what's wrong? Yeah, my trigger finger's lost it's itch. You try blasting without a care in the world after being held up in some creepy flesh-room."

Ash snapped but if Blake was offended, the ghost simply didn't let it show. But he understood why Ash had reacted like he did. The man may have been an elderly loud-mouthed buffoon but there was still a sense of common decency buried within him. He hid his reasoning for not wanting to shoot Ruby behind a thinly veiled shield of aggressive comments. Focusing his full attention on Ash, Yurick and Ash might have noticed a trail of fog ebbing around Blake's person.

"When I was alive, I made my life raiding ships and living a general life of piracy. Making sure my men were well taken care of and what have you. I've seen many children lose their lives over the years of my travel on the seas. Innocent they might be, they're not free from the harsh reality that is our world, Ashley. This child may not have chosen to fight us but regardless of intent, she's in our way. Thus, she's our enemy.."

Blake saw no reason to mince words with the other man. He'd gathered from Ash's personality that the man had been through his own hardships and so his reaction here was understandable. But even if Ruby had not desired to have her body mutated in such a fashion, members of the group would certainly perish if she was not disposed of. Blake doubted his ability to help in the task of achieving that result but Ash? The pirate felt Ash could help. Only if he wanted to however.

Listening to Blake's words, beads of sweat continued to roll down Ash's forehead. He'd gone from being a cowardly college student who was forced to chainsaw his own sister and girlfriend and friends to a fifty five year old demon slayer. Yet while deadites used their hosts body's as toys, Ruby seemed to be fully aware of her body's hideous transformations. Narrowing his eyes, Ash wiped the sweat from his brow and aimed his shotgun at Ruby.

"I don't pretend to know much about how one should live their life to the fullest, but looks like we both got screwed on that end, kid. I just hope that I can make your exit from the shit-covered mortal coil we call life a quick one."

*bang!*

@Takumi
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"Oh? You don't stop him but you stop me?!"

Tarman exclaimed angrily as he continued to struggle against Charlie and Ghostface's hold on him. The serial killer had moved upwards and grabbed the zombie's severed head. Even through her glove, feeling the decomposing flesh on Tarman's skull was quite disgusting. Charlie had wrapped his arms around Tarman's body, as it clawed at his arms. Tearing away fabric and the sleeves of his shirt were in tatters.

Why were they doing this to him? Charlie claimed it was so they didn't lose Tarman over something like 'needing to eat brains.' But they didn't understand the pain he went through in every waking moment! He felt every bit of flesh drip off his body! Although Tarman was quite the annoyance to dispose of, he knew that someday he'd eventually just rot away into a skeleton. There would be nothing left of him! He would indulge himself and quench the pain until then!

Raising up his elbow, Tarman's body slammed it down onto Charlie's head as the teen slumped to the floor. Although Charlie's infected hand may have temporarily granted him some semblance of superhuman strength, he was at heart still a seventeen year old boy. The blow had staggered him and Tarman made his way towards Ghostface with his hands outstretched. "Give me back my head!!"

"Ghostface! Don't let him get it back!"

Ghostface continued to hold the head at arm's length as the body closed in. How was she supposed to stop him from taking his head back? Why was she even doing this? It certainly wasn't out of the kindness of her heart. Maybe out of some blown up idea that once this was over, she'd become some kind of hero? Maybe she'd even trend on Twitter. But why was Charlie so concerned with this zombie? Was he that determined to keep this group safe that his kindness extended to a creature like Tarman?

She supposed that was admirable in some regard but whatever that may have been wasn't coming to mind. But Charlie had a point, this group was made up of freaks and monsters and so much else. Yet if all of them were to die and she was left alone? The only options at that point would have been surrender or get brutally murdered. Somehow she doubted these guys did surrender and that was coming from a psychopathic killer herself!

...

"You owe me big-time. I'm talking whatever the hell I want after this is over.."

Ghostface mumbled as she drew her pistol and held it to the side of Tarman's head. This thing could obviously survive decapitation but it wouldn't get very far without a head to try and guide it. "Look! You're not gonna be able to eat your precious brains if I blow this thing to kingdom come. Bits of dirt-stained skull and rotting flesh blasted all over the place. So, just take it down a notch and relax. We'll get out of this and you'll have all the brains you want!"

Tarman's body did indeed stop in it's determined pursuit towards the masked killer. While the body would have continued to move about even if the head was destroyed, it'd be mindless. With his head still in being, Tarman could at least guide his body from place to place. He still couldn't understand why these two were working so hard to conspire against him. But it seemed he'd have no choice but to obey. Tarman's arms slumped to the side and his head frowned but said nothing. What was there to say?

"Useless.."

Ghostface turned with the pistol still held to the side of Tarman's head. How had that blonde guy gotten behind her so quickly? More importantly, what the hell did he want? The two of them had barely said anything to each other. "Useless...? What the hell are you talking about?" Ghostface demanded but DIO merely smiled in response. He had no affection for such a single-minded creature like Tarman. Or anyone in this motley group for that matter.

But that one boy, Charlie Brewster was his name, had the gall to stand up to DIO! While the vampire thought such resistance was amusing, he also refused to let it stand from an insect like Charlie. One who didn't even seem to posses a stand. Nor did the woman in the ridiculous costume. Peons like them couldn't even begin to comprehend the power of [The World]!

"It'd be a waste of breath to explain to the likes of you."

"MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUUUUDAAAAAA!!!"

Although Ghostface couldn't see the stand, she did feel some kind of menacing presence linger over her. Before she could think of the possibilities of what was going on, blows rained down upon her. Her eyes widened the mask as it felt like her body was being assaulted by some kind of invisible force. The head fell from her grasp and rolled off to the side as DIO propped a foot upon it. As [The World] finished it's attack, Ghostface was sent flying off as she landed at Charlie's feet, blood running down from under her mask.

Running her hands across her bruised chest, Ghostface still couldn't understand what had happened. One second she'd been asking DIO what he meant, then he shouted some kind of battlecry, and the next thing she knew? It felt like she was being punched by a semi truck. Glancing over at Ghostface's downed form, DIO smiled as his stand vanished within him. He'd held back just enough so as not to kill the murderer. But she was in no shape to be holding Tarman's head anymore.

For that matter, neither Taman or Charlie could understand what'd happened. Charlie already had a run in with DIO that had proved to be quite dangerous for the teen. He'd dealt with vampires but DIO seemed to be on a whole other level. But now Ghostface had been fine one moment and the next? She was flat on her back groaning in pain. "Eugh..."

As Charlie tended to Ghostface, DIO kicked Tarman's head towards his body as he stepped off to the side. "I could end this battle in an instant if I chose to do so. But it seems that Charlie was quite insistent on keeping you from the battle. I say go on and engage to your heart's content." Tarman didn't know what to say. This blonde-man had somehow taken down Ghostface without even moving an inch and now he was giving him a chance to attack and get the brains he desired! Drool continued to drip down from Tarman's maw as he staggered towards Ruby.

"BRAAAAAAAAINSSSSSS!!!"

@Hana @york ​

"Oh, you poor child. You don't understand the pain a mother goes through. Bringing life into the world and then being forced to watch as it leaves this world. That's how I felt when I lost my dear Jason because of those damn teenagers. That's how I feel after seeing what you did to him! So, I'm afraid you've already hurt me, my dear.."

The speed with which Ruby could move those blades? Compared to Pamela's reflexes, the woman would have been skewered in no time flat. But she couldn't stand idly by while this child continued to attack! She'd hurt Jason, her dear precious Jason! That was an act that would most definitely not go unpunished. Raising her machete above her head, Pamela prepared to run in and attempt to strike even if meant certain death.

"This is for you, Jason!"

Before Pamela could move forward, a strong hand grabbed her wrist. Not tight enough to hurt her but enough to keep her in place. Looking over her shoulder, Pamela's jaw practically dropped as she saw her son standing before her once again. Admittedly, it'd taken quite a bit of Jason's energy to get this far after the beating he suffered from Ruby earlier. What kind of dutiful son would he have been if he let his mother walk to her death?

The machete fell from Pamela's grasp as she looked up at her son. Her eyes met the pitch black holes of Jason's hockey mask which he'd slipped back over his head. "I'm so, so glad you're alright, Jason. I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you again!"

"Oh Jason..."

As par the course for Jason, he said nothing as his mother looked him over. Jason existed simply as a manifestation of the rage he felt towards the sinners who had caused his and his mother's deaths. He wouldn't lose her again if he could help it. Letting go of his mother's wrist, Jason calmly pushed her aside and drew his machete as he strode towards Ruby. He had already been taken aback by Ruby's sheer speed but he'd get up as many times as he had to.

Until Ruby was dead at his feet.

@Michale CS
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"Quick on the draw..."

Watching as the knife sailed away from it's initial course, the Creeper held up his left hand. The knife quickly changed direction and sailed back towards the demon. Grabbing the blade by the hilt once it'd gotten close enough, he'd look it over. The blade had been chipped due to Ruby's quick counter. Nothing that couldn't be fixed given the time but he doubted Ruby would lend him the time.

Opening up his jacket, Creeper tucked the knife back within one of his pockets as he glared at Ruby. This girl was quicker than he had anticipated. But there were methods to deal with this kind of problem.

"Just need a bigger weapon.."

Pulling off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor, the Creeper drew an axe off his back. Grinning at the weapon which had beheaded so many of the Creeper's victims, the demon burst forward to try and sever Ruby's spider legs!

@Crimson Spartan
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"Oh come on!"

It wasn't often that Peter captured meals with his webbing these days. Most of the time he just ripped them apart with his bare hands or used the power cosmic he'd obtained from devouring Galactus. But after ending up here due to some kind of mystical influence, the power cosmic hadn't traveled along with him. Leaving him with the proportionate strength of a spider and a rotting body. The one time he tried to go back to basics and it didn't work.

Well, if restraining her and letting someone else deal with her wasn't an option? There was another way he could deal with Ruby. One that made him feel bad because it was obvious whatever was happening was out of the girl's control. Did she wish to mutate and end up like this? Peter strongly doubted it. But did he ask to be turned into a member of the walking dead? No.

The Hunger could be defeated, there was no question about that. Peter had done it once, he could do it again. But...What if he bent the rules a bit? Maybe he'd just devour evildoers or those who stood in the group's way like Ruby? Maybe he'd feel better once he felt some of her flesh pass through his throat.

Watching as Tarman's body made it's way towards Ruby however, Peter balled his hands up into fists. The sheer nerve of this guy! He looked to just be your regular ol zombie. Not much to note one way or the other. Did he think he could have this meal?! No, there wasn't enough to share between the two of them! This would be his meal and his meal alone! Lashing out with his webbing, Peter bound Tarman's arms to his side as the other zombie continued forward.

"I call dibs on this one! Find your own meal!"

"This is mine!"

@Dec @The Wanderer

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Willard was a sensitive man to say the least. So when you take that kind of personality and put his own mutilated animals before him, it probably wouldn't bode well.

Dropping the bags that his rats had resided in to the ground, Willard collapsed to his knees. This was absolutely horrible! She'd cut clean through his rats! Even, Ben, the biggest rat of the bunch and the one that didn't care to listen to Willard half the time was wary of approaching after that.

"Come back, come back!"

There was no point in having his rats butchered by the dozen! Those blades moved far too quickly for them to even have a chance! If they could have knocked her down so they could swarm her from every angle, maybe. As his rats came back however, Willard was prepared to try and have them on stand-by in case a window of opportunity did present itself to them. Much to his surprise however, they all raced back into the bags. "W-What's wrong??? Were you all really that frightened..?"

Although the rats were understandably wary of approaching Ruby, it wasn't her that they were afraid of. The rats squeaked and made all kinds of noises as a strange girl started to make her way past Willard...

@Kyy Namosaka @Tarieles @wakely @C.T. @Gummi Bunnies​

"Hey, rotting corpses and other unnatural beings... You all might wanna watch out..." Mercury warned as he spun around to fire off a few dust bullets to counter the incoming sniper shots.... Just how much ammo did he have...? Well either way for those who were in the fight against all the spiders in the holding cells Mercury seemed to be setting up for what he did in that fight.

Only this time it seemed his bullets began to surround himself, Ruby, and anyone in between in a sort of cyclone. It seemed Mercury had taken advantage of the large room to do this. He would still send shots out to take on incoming sniper rounds from Ruby.

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[Gummi Bunnies]

"You got it, boss!" Imp was quick to respond, reaching the limit of her ability to hold Ruby off anyway, she quickly dropped the baton she was wielding and duck and rolled for cover. In the large empty room there wasn't exactly much cover to find, but as long as she got away from Ruby anything would work.

She was a bit slow, however, and the Crescent Roses mounted on her arms closed in on the girl...only for Mercury's dust bullets to knock them backwards, forcing Ruby to take a step backwards.

"Gah...ach..."


A gurgling noise escaped the patchwork girl, as though something was stuck in her throat. One arm stuck its Crescent Rose into the ground, while the other transformed into its sniper rifle form. Blood covered the floor as she began to fire at Mercury, each shot causing her to vomit up the wine-colored liquid.

"Bonesaw's...Bonesaw...is..."
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An attempt to understand an opening on such an inhuman creature with merely human insight and understanding was futile. From which direction could the legs strike? Which angles could they not block from? The way in which they fought back against Mercury's kicks had defied all reason, the limbs contorting at angles one could never expect from a humanoid being.

If she wished to plunge into combat against such a being, Pamela would have to similarly throw away any human sense of openings or blade-work and just dive in when she felt it could work.

"S-stay back ma'am! I..." Ruby choked on her own blood before continuing. "...don't want you...hurt...too..."
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The knife was simply deflected by a quick movement by one of the legs sprouting from the front of her thighs. Brushed aside as though it were nothing more than a still obstacle hovering in the air.
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The blast of webbing stuck to Ruby's legs. But her arm swiftly released itself from the ground and slashed it apart before planting itself back down to allow her to fire shot after shot, despite the recoil. At the same time, she tore through the rats that Willard unleashed upon her. With surgical precision, their bodies had all been cleaved cleanly and exactly in half.
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"Well this is...something, huh?" The girl who'd given the group her implicit threat said with a strained voice.

"Yeah, well don't think too much, Tattletale." With a snap, the boy wearing the Renaissance era clothing shrugged nonchalantly. Though it was hard to see behind his mask, his face seemed to drop, if his body posture was anything to go by.

"What? It not working, Regent?"

"You're the thinking one, right? How 'bout you figure something out then?"

"Sorry, I just don't want to think too much." She winked mischievously at the one called Regent, who simply shrugged again.

"Whatever you say."
​

And as those two squabbled meaninglessly, the one covered in darkness had already advanced forward, nearing the side of the others who were already in the room from the start. David would have noticed the room was rather barren, devoid of both cover and personality. It was like a portal to different worlds, the pure white walls and floor stained only by the blood and unnatural scene before them, as well as the variety of doors surrounding them.

But as if he'd read David's mind, the one from which darkness continued to ooze planted a gun in his hand. Jerking his head towards the cover of insects Skitter had created in tandem with his own darkness, it seemed like it'd be possible to use the makeshift screen as cover, or perhaps even pop in and out of it to surprise their enemy.

Oh, and of course maybe fire the gun. That was what guns were for, after all.

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Willard was a sensitive man to say the least. So when you take that kind of personality and put his own mutilated animals before him, it probably wouldn't bode well.

Dropping the bags that his rats had resided in to the ground, Willard collapsed to his knees. This was absolutely horrible! She'd cut clean through his rats! Even, Ben, the biggest rat of the bunch and the one that didn't care to listen to Willard half the time was wary of approaching after that.

"Come back, come back!"

There was no point in having his rats butchered by the dozen! Those blades moved far too quickly for them to even have a chance! If they could have knocked her down so they could swarm her from every angle, maybe. As his rats came back however, Willard was prepared to try and have them on stand-by in case a window of opportunity did present itself to them. Much to his surprise however, they all raced back into the bags. "W-What's wrong??? Were you all really that frightened..?"

Although the rats were understandably wary of approaching Ruby, it wasn't her that they were afraid of. The rats squeaked and made all kinds of noises as a strange girl started to make her way past Willard...

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"Um... is there something the matter?"

As things seemed to go by fairly fast around her, Clarith felt confused as to why this little girl happened to scare off those rats. Was there... something that she wasn't catching here?

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[R-9 Pilot]

"I'm afraid there is nothing 'holy' about this creature, child. Stay back while I cleanse it from our path."

"It's just an expression," Saya replied, either unperturbed by Raziel's strange appearance, or completely oblivious to it. With the way things were going, she would have to get involved, herself. And there was no point in waiting any longer. Posing dramatically, the young girl pointed right at Ruby.

"I'm not sure what the hell you are, but I will defeat you," she issued a bold challenge, her voice ringing clear across the room. Monsters were monsters, and it was a magical girl's job to challenge them. Or end their suffering, as this case seemed to be. She willed her transformation with a thought, and was immediately surrounded by a blaze of eldritch light. Ribbons of flesh materialized to wrap themselves around Saya's body, fusing together to quickly build up into a strange, living armor. In mere moments, a humanoid monster stood where the sickly girl once did.

Saya spun around, as if showing off a cute outfit. "Ta da~ Magical girl Saya Koizumi, ready to go~" Her voice was strangely distorted, coming from within her armored, alien shell, but it was still, clearly the same person. She paused for a few moments to admire Mercury's attack. The man's style wasn't familiar to her, but the storm of bullets certainly looked like something she'd expect to see...although they did make it difficult to get in close.

She could rush in, but the simpler approach was to keep her distance and provide some powerful ranged support. not like it was unusual for a magical girl, after all. The armored pods on her shoulders unfolded to reveal a pair of large, glowing spheres. "Orgonne blaster, shoot!" Of course she'd call her attacks. Each of her shoulder pods fired an intense bolt of energy right toward Ruby's twisted, spider-like form.

 

[York]

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"You got it, boss!" Imp was quick to respond, reaching the limit of her ability to hold Ruby off anyway, she quickly dropped the baton she was wielding and duck and rolled for cover. In the large empty room there wasn't exactly much cover to find, but as long as she got away from Ruby anything would work.

She was a bit slow, however, and the Crescent Roses mounted on her arms closed in on the girl...only for Mercury's dust bullets to knock them backwards, forcing Ruby to take a step backwards.

"Gah...ach..."


A gurgling noise escaped the patchwork girl, as though something was stuck in her throat. One arm stuck its Crescent Rose into the ground, while the other transformed into its sniper rifle form. Blood covered the floor as she began to fire at Mercury, each shot causing her to vomit up the wine-colored liquid.

"Bonesaw's...Bonesaw...is..."
​

An attempt to understand an opening on such an inhuman creature with merely human insight and understanding was futile. From which direction could the legs strike? Which angles could they not block from? The way in which they fought back against Mercury's kicks had defied all reason, the limbs contorting at angles one could never expect from a humanoid being.

If she wished to plunge into combat against such a being, Pamela would have to similarly throw away any human sense of openings or blade-work and just dive in when she felt it could work.

"S-stay back ma'am! I..." Ruby choked on her own blood before continuing. "...don't want you...hurt...too..."
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The knife was simply deflected by a quick movement by one of the legs sprouting from the front of her thighs. Brushed aside as though it were nothing more than a still obstacle hovering in the air.
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The blast of webbing stuck to Ruby's legs. But her arm swiftly released itself from the ground and slashed it apart before planting itself back down to allow her to fire shot after shot, despite the recoil. At the same time, she tore through the rats that Willard unleashed upon her. With surgical precision, their bodies had all been cleaved cleanly and exactly in half.
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"Well this is...something, huh?" The girl who'd given the group her implicit threat said with a strained voice.

"Yeah, well don't think too much, Tattletale." With a snap, the boy wearing the Renaissance era clothing shrugged nonchalantly. Though it was hard to see behind his mask, his face seemed to drop, if his body posture was anything to go by.

"What? It not working, Regent?"

"You're the thinking one, right? How 'bout you figure something out then?"

"Sorry, I just don't want to think too much." She winked mischievously at the one called Regent, who simply shrugged again.

"Whatever you say."
​

And as those two squabbled meaninglessly, the one covered in darkness had already advanced forward, nearing the side of the others who were already in the room from the start. David would have noticed the room was rather barren, devoid of both cover and personality. It was like a portal to different worlds, the pure white walls and floor stained only by the blood and unnatural scene before them, as well as the variety of doors surrounding them.

But as if he'd read David's mind, the one from which darkness continued to ooze planted a gun in his hand. Jerking his head towards the cover of insects Skitter had created in tandem with his own darkness, it seemed like it'd be possible to use the makeshift screen as cover, or perhaps even pop in and out of it to surprise their enemy.

Oh, and of course maybe fire the gun. That was what guns were for, after all.

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"Oh? You don't stop him but you stop me?!"

Tarman exclaimed angrily as he continued to struggle against Charlie and Ghostface's hold on him. The serial killer had moved upwards and grabbed the zombie's severed head. Even through her glove, feeling the decomposing flesh on Tarman's skull was quite disgusting. Charlie had wrapped his arms around Tarman's body, as it clawed at his arms. Tearing away fabric and the sleeves of his shirt were in tatters.

Why were they doing this to him? Charlie claimed it was so they didn't lose Tarman over something like 'needing to eat brains.' But they didn't understand the pain he went through in every waking moment! He felt every bit of flesh drip off his body! Although Tarman was quite the annoyance to dispose of, he knew that someday he'd eventually just rot away into a skeleton. There would be nothing left of him! He would indulge himself and quench the pain until then!

Raising up his elbow, Tarman's body slammed it down onto Charlie's head as the teen slumped to the floor. Although Charlie's infected hand may have temporarily granted him some semblance of superhuman strength, he was at heart still a seventeen year old boy. The blow had staggered him and Tarman made his way towards Ghostface with his hands outstretched. "Give me back my head!!"

"Ghostface! Don't let him get it back!"

Ghostface continued to hold the head at arm's length as the body closed in. How was she supposed to stop him from taking his head back? Why was she even doing this? It certainly wasn't out of the kindness of her heart. Maybe out of some blown up idea that once this was over, she'd become some kind of hero? Maybe she'd even trend on Twitter. But why was Charlie so concerned with this zombie? Was he that determined to keep this group safe that his kindness extended to a creature like Tarman?

She supposed that was admirable in some regard but whatever that may have been wasn't coming to mind. But Charlie had a point, this group was made up of freaks and monsters and so much else. Yet if all of them were to die and she was left alone? The only options at that point would have been surrender or get brutally murdered. Somehow she doubted these guys did surrender and that was coming from a psychopathic killer herself!

...

"You owe me big-time. I'm talking whatever the hell I want after this is over.."

Ghostface mumbled as she drew her pistol and held it to the side of Tarman's head. This thing could obviously survive decapitation but it wouldn't get very far without a head to try and guide it. "Look! You're not gonna be able to eat your precious brains if I blow this thing to kingdom come. Bits of dirt-stained skull and rotting flesh blasted all over the place. So, just take it down a notch and relax. We'll get out of this and you'll have all the brains you want!"

Tarman's body did indeed stop in it's determined pursuit towards the masked killer. While the body would have continued to move about even if the head was destroyed, it'd be mindless. With his head still in being, Tarman could at least guide his body from place to place. He still couldn't understand why these two were working so hard to conspire against him. But it seemed he'd have no choice but to obey. Tarman's arms slumped to the side and his head frowned but said nothing. What was there to say?

"Useless.."

Ghostface turned with the pistol still held to the side of Tarman's head. How had that blonde guy gotten behind her so quickly? More importantly, what the hell did he want? The two of them had barely said anything to each other. "Useless...? What the hell are you talking about?" Ghostface demanded but DIO merely smiled in response. He had no affection for such a single-minded creature like Tarman. Or anyone in this motley group for that matter.

But that one boy, Charlie Brewster was his name, had the gall to stand up to DIO! While the vampire thought such resistance was amusing, he also refused to let it stand from an insect like Charlie. One who didn't even seem to posses a stand. Nor did the woman in the ridiculous costume. Peons like them couldn't even begin to comprehend the power of [The World]!

"It'd be a waste of breath to explain to the likes of you."

"MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUUUUDAAAAAA!!!"

Although Ghostface couldn't see the stand, she did feel some kind of menacing presence linger over her. Before she could think of the possibilities of what was going on, blows rained down upon her. Her eyes widened the mask as it felt like her body was being assaulted by some kind of invisible force. The head fell from her grasp and rolled off to the side as DIO propped a foot upon it. As [The World] finished it's attack, Ghostface was sent flying off as she landed at Charlie's feet, blood running down from under her mask.

Running her hands across her bruised chest, Ghostface still couldn't understand what had happened. One second she'd been asking DIO what he meant, then he shouted some kind of battlecry, and the next thing she knew? It felt like she was being punched by a semi truck. Glancing over at Ghostface's downed form, DIO smiled as his stand vanished within him. He'd held back just enough so as not to kill the murderer. But she was in no shape to be holding Tarman's head anymore.

For that matter, neither Taman or Charlie could understand what'd happened. Charlie already had a run in with DIO that had proved to be quite dangerous for the teen. He'd dealt with vampires but DIO seemed to be on a whole other level. But now Ghostface had been fine one moment and the next? She was flat on her back groaning in pain. "Eugh..."

As Charlie tended to Ghostface, DIO kicked Tarman's head towards his body as he stepped off to the side. "I could end this battle in an instant if I chose to do so. But it seems that Charlie was quite insistent on keeping you from the battle. I say go on and engage to your heart's content." Tarman didn't know what to say. This blonde-man had somehow taken down Ghostface without even moving an inch and now he was giving him a chance to attack and get the brains he desired! Drool continued to drip down from Tarman's maw as he staggered towards Ruby.

"BRAAAAAAAAINSSSSSS!!!"

@Hana @york ​

David Hoover
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David nodded towards Skitter, and... The one covered with darkness.

While they were forces beyond his own comprehension at the moment, there were a few key things he had now; cover, a gun, and a few opportunities. He didn't waste any time, popping in and out of cover at the right opportunities, intending to surprise Ruby with a volley of gunfire whenever he got the chance.

He didn't intend to kill the girl, but he had to somehow incapacitate her... Break her free from Bonesaw's control, and currently, his only option was to fire away, aiming for particular spots of weakness that would hopefully immobilize or or something, somehow.​

 

[Kaykay]

"Showtime.... Time for an old favorite..."

What could Mercury possibly have planned to take on this abomination of his enemy. Stick around and perhaps you'll find out...
​

"Hey, rotting corpses and other unnatural beings... You all might wanna watch out..." Mercury warned as he spun around to fire off a few dust bullets to counter the incoming sniper shots.... Just how much ammo did he have...? Well either way for those who were in the fight against all the spiders in the holding cells Mercury seemed to be setting up for what he did in that fight.

Only this time it seemed his bullets began to surround himself, Ruby, and anyone in between in a sort of cyclone. It seemed Mercury had taken advantage of the large room to do this. He would still send shots out to take on incoming sniper rounds from Ruby.

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Mercury's bullets accurately clashed against Ruby's sniper rounds, the cyclone of rounds shot from his feet swallowing up a large portion of the area around them. The metallic sound of bullets colliding rang out throughout the area, the metal casings ricocheting about as they made impact. In the end, it seemed the two onslaughts of fire had completely negated each other.
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"It's just an expression," Saya replied, either unperturbed by Raziel's strange appearance, or completely oblivious to it. With the way things were going, she would have to get involved, herself. And there was no point in waiting any longer. Posing dramatically, the young girl pointed right at Ruby.

"I'm not sure what the hell you are, but I will defeat you," she issued a bold challenge, her voice ringing clear across the room. Monsters were monsters, and it was a magical girl's job to challenge them. Or end their suffering, as this case seemed to be. She willed her transformation with a thought, and was immediately surrounded by a blaze of eldritch light. Ribbons of flesh materialized to wrap themselves around Saya's body, fusing together to quickly build up into a strange, living armor. In mere moments, a humanoid monster stood where the sickly girl once did.

Saya spun around, as if showing off a cute outfit. "Ta da~ Magical girl Saya Koizumi, ready to go~" Her voice was strangely distorted, coming from within her armored, alien shell, but it was still, clearly the same person. She paused for a few moments to admire Mercury's attack. The man's style wasn't familiar to her, but the storm of bullets certainly looked like something she'd expect to see...although they did make it difficult to get in close.

She could rush in, but the simpler approach was to keep her distance and provide some powerful ranged support. not like it was unusual for a magical girl, after all. The armored pods on her shoulders unfolded to reveal a pair of large, glowing spheres. "Orgonne blaster, shoot!" Of course she'd call her attacks. Each of her shoulder pods fired an intense bolt of energy right toward Ruby's twisted, spider-like form.

The energy blast emitted from Saya's Eldritch living armor, with the shots from Ruby's rifles rendered ineffective, struck the mutated girl. Ruby was blown back by the force, and covered in bullets from David as well.

"Urgh...agh...!!!"

In the wake of the attacks, one of the scythes in her arms had snapped, flying backwards as it skidded across the room. But with it had gone some of her muscular tissue, blood pouring freely from the gaping wound. However it had been connected, its severance was clearly causing the girl quite a bit of pain, if her twisted facial expression was anything to go by.

Ruby swung her other arm around in front of her, the Crescent Rose in that arm being planted into the ground. Aiming directly at Saya, she fired multiple sniper rounds at the magical girl!

As Ruby fired away, Skitter and the one shrouded in darkness began to strafe around her, slowly moving the cover of bugs and oozing black shroud around the room.

"The head!"

And as they maneuvered about, the girl wearing the pink and black outfit suddenly shouted.

"Don't know what's up with the freaky spider thing she's got going on, but you can still knock her out. Should keep her down for a while."

With that in mind, anyone utilizing the cover the two were providing could try to sneak around as well.

-Cast List-
@C.T. as Dimaria Yesta from Fairy Tail
@Ringmaster as Chun Li from Street Fighter
@Michale CS as Eleven from Stranger Things
@Gummi Bunnies as Clarith from Evillious Chronicles
@york as David Hoover from The Crooked Man
@The Wanderer as Jacket from Hotline Miami
@Crimson Spartan as Mercury from RWBY
@Takumi as Yurick from The Last Story
@wakely as Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Nightvale
@R-9 Pilot as Saya Koizumi, OC
@Tarieles as Maddie and Julie Randolph, D-Gray Man OCs
@Dec as Max Rockatansky from Mad Max series​