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>RED_Holiday pt7

The cables that held the Turbo sprite aloft from. the floor began to tighten, constricting the sprite like a myriad of snakes.

A strangled sound was drowned by the clicking and crunching of the bone frame beneath the red and white suit. Radio jumped and reached out to try and tug the coils loose to no avail.

As he strained to free the sprite the cables began to move the sprite like a marionette, flinging sharp, bug-like arms at the other sprite to distance him.

this Viras had made no demands, no petty games for fun and glory, it was not simply driven by an egotistical need to be feared.

from the dark ceiling, like a menacing spider the virus embodiment descend, likely to extract what it needed from the two sprites.

Radio tried to run, but he couldn't even gwt to his feet, cables and wires fell in a heap on top of him and wrapped his body in a similar fashion as the red racer. The main cable at the back of his neck clicked as if suddenly being activated and Radio could feel himself being utterly drained of energy, whatever fight he had was fading quickly and everything became a hazy blurr.

the only thing he could think about was trying his damnedest to send a message to Ghost if he could even be heard so far away.

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>RED_Holiday pt6

“Look I know it’s bad. yell at me about trust some more , go ahead. I don’t care.” Rig spat, clenching his fists as he turned around to face the green sprite.

“But did I do it? Of course I didn-! Gage?” Rig dropped his  fists when he realized Gage was crying, something no one had ever seen, hell he wasn’t even sure until now if it was possible!

“Gage... what?”

“It’s my fault...It’s all my fault...I let it in.”

Rig bent down to the sprite’s level,

“What?” The hybrid asked.

“Back in our cabinet. in Turbo time...I was tired of losing. Tired of being ignored and I was looking for a way to be faster, to be better than the others. mod I was so petty... I was looking for a way to cheat and I stumbled into a small bug of a virus and it bit me...I didn’t think anything was wrong until my eye began to rot out and  Our Turbo tried to help me. he fished out several strains of Virus infected code but I lost the eye... he was always so good to us and after that day he started to change, he became cruel, especially to Radio. I knew then he was infected. he wasn’t our Turbo anymore and  when our game was destroyed I knew it was my fault. I brought it in because I was looking for a way to cheat them... Rig, what does this thing need Radio for? Don’t lie to me I’ve heard him called ‘ key’ before and I heard everything just now.”

Rig listened, slowly sinking down onto his heels.

“The virus was young. it needed roots... it’s a parasite, it needed a place to multiply and grow larger. My guess is it was growing in you until your Tubro removed it, when infected it grew in him until Radio came to find out about it. When I came along the two were pretty much inseparable. they knew they would die and so dissecting themselves they planted the key  codes for the Virus in Radio’s code and the locked launch codes in Turbos code. it needs both to be complete and until then it was vulnerable and Erasure could keep it contained but now it’s got everything it needs. “ 

“Radio is tougher than we all give him credit for...” Gage replied, hugging himself tightly.

“You’ll know when it wakes up. it’ll take me first...if I start...turning into a giant bug monster you’ll kill me, won’t you? I don’t want Peeps to see it...I don’t wanna be one of those things.” The green sprite seemed to have thought this through, he knew what would happen to him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen.”

[lemonradios]

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>RED_Holiday pt5

It was cold, dark, and filled with the deafening hum of silence in a large empty space.

Radio slowly woke, trying hard to focus his eyes  as the stinging pain in his stomach reminded him of everything.

He coughed, red flecks of code spattered the floor in front of him a he tried to push himself up. Once he was up on his knees he realized that hooked to the back of his neck was a large cable, the cord disappeared up in the dark abyss of cables and boxes. He couldn’t pull it out and he couldn’t see what it was attached to.

Suddenly a large ‘ speech bubble’ appeared in the air in front of him. inside it a block of  binary code. Cose Radio could read! he didnt know he could read binary until it was there in front of him.

“01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111 00101110 00101110 00111111 0010000001001001 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100101 0010000001111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01110111 01101110 0010000001110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00101110 “

“Hello..? I see you down there.”

Radio reached out to grab the soft white bubble, touching the screen with blood-soaked gloves.

the ‘ screen’ of the buble reacted to the touch, allowing him the input of text.

“Hello? Who is this?” He wrote, awaiting a reply even as his vision blurred

the screen then blanked before a reply came through

“01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01110111 01101000 01101111 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00101110 00101110 00101110 01101111 01110010 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101000 01101111 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00101110 00100000 01010111 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100101 00100000 01101101 01100101 00111111″

“You know who I am...or, who I was. Would you like to see me?”

Radio tapped the screen again to type.

“Yes.”

The mass of coiled wires from above suddenly shifted, loops of them loosening to let down a bundle of cables. the bundle slowly unfurled to reveal a warped and mutated sprite, the recognizable parts seared parts of Radio’s memory he thought ong gone

That was ‘Red’?

“01000100 01101111 01101110 00100111 01110100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01101101 01100101 01101101 01100010 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101101 01100101 00111111 “

“Don’t you remember me?”

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Another jolt of fear rushes through Ghost and he lunges forward to tackle the drone away from the helmet. He lets out an enraged roar as he slams the insect into the alley wall.

“Byrd,” he calls again, turning to pick up the helmet with little Byrd inside, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

The tiny Hybrid wailed grabbing for his father as he cried.

The drones, registering an attack turned in unison towards Ghost and the swarm  erupted with a deafening shriek. they began to pour in, snapping and jabbing with sharp limbs in an attempt to overwhelm the attacker.

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As Ghost waded through the swarm they ignored him for the most part, but if he stepped in the path of their munching he'd surely be bitten.

It wasn't long before the dumpster that had been blocking Byrd from view was gone and he could feel teeth against the helmet he was hiding in. "PABAAAHS!" The tiny hybrid screamed out as he held tight to the lining of the helmet, the protective gear actually held up in the drone's jaws but who could say for how long that would last.

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Byrd had curled himself up in a ball, hiding inside Radio’s helmet as large insectoid drones began crawling out of the crack in the ally wall. Filling the space with chittering and the buzzing hum of many layered wings they poured out, consuming everything like an evil flood of caterpillars.

Byrd tried to keep himself quiet, holding both hands over his mouth to muffle his sobs.

Distantly he could hear his other parent’s call but he didn’t want to see more of his family hurt, so he kept quiet.

Ghost bristles at the swarm, his lips pulling back in a snarl. He instinctively holds out his arm, swathing the twins in a protective purple goo-bubble. 

“You two stay here, I have to find Byrd.” The twins nod in understanding and Ghost turns to wade through the mess of drones, continuing to call for Byrd. He glimpses a flash of yellow between the swarming mass and heads in that direction.

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>RED_Holiday pt4

Rig paced, feeling uneasy as Radio was never one to be late much less without notice.

“I’m going to go see what the hold up is.”

Rig grabbed up a scarf and headed out before anyone else had even gotten up.

about halfway to the apartment Rig was stopped, a large white beast.

It was Erasure.

“YOU HAVE FAILED, RIG!” The king boomed, bearing his teeth as he reared his head back.

“What? what are you talking about?” Rig yelped, putting his hands up.

“The RED has the key! it will soon be fully restored and your world ended!” Erasure hissed.

“WHAT? HOW?” Rig was confused, everything was fine, he had fought so hard to keep the RED at bay.

“The Key was left alone and the moment of weakness seized, how could you be so foolish? This is no mere Virus, this is a destruction without order, without consciousness or motivation. It cannot be reasoned with and it will not hear pleas of mercy. This monster has no core and it has only one purpose; to end the world we know and cripple the human world outside it.” The faceless beast actually sounded as though he felt fear for the first time.

“Now, because of your carelessness it will awaken fully and there will be no stopping it.” Erasure rumbled deeply as he turned away.

“What are you going to do?” Rig asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

The beast paused, whatever rage and fight Rig had expected was replaced by the calm, and quiet tone of resignation.

“All I can to prolong the life of those I value.”

The white beast slowly melted away to fortify his home, leaving Rig to wonder if anything could be done to change this terrible end that was unfolding. he bit back broken sobs and catching breaths as he ran his hands through his hair and tugged back on his ears.

“You were supposed to kill Radio… weren’t you?” The voice from behind him was small, soft, and uncharacteristic of its owner.

“Gage?” Rig turned to see the green racer standing there with a heavy glitch breaking the silhouette of his face, it stemmed from his patched eye and pulled outward.

“What are you doing out here?” Rig asked, rubbing his nose on his sleeve.

“Answer me, Rig!” Gage demanded.

“Yes…”

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Byrd had curled himself up in a ball, hiding inside Radio's helmet as large insectoid drones began crawling out of the crack in the alley wall. Filling the space with chittering and the buzzing hum of many layered wings they poured out, consuming everything like an evil flood of caterpillars.

Byrd tried to keep himself quiet, holding both hands over his mouth to muffle his sobs.

Distantly he could hear his other parent's call but he didn't want to see more of his family hurt, so he kept quiet.

Ghost is sitting at home with Fantom and Specter, idly watching them play, when the unease begins to set in. It starts with a bad thought and quickly snowballs into full blow anxiety. Then it hits him, like a jolt of electricity; Something is very wrong.

Ghost could feel Byrd’s distress and, in all honesty, it scared him stupid. He hushes the younger two, trying to tap more into Byrd’s senses, wanting answers. Unfortunately he couldn’t find more beyond utter panic.

“Specter, Fantom, we have to go,” Ghost states firmly as the kids settle down from their playing. They could tell something was off too. The virus hurries the little ones out the front door and rushes, as much as he can with the little ones in tow, to Byrd’s location.

“Byrd,” he calls frantically for his first-born as he searches the terminal. Generally, he’d be able to pin-point exactly where his offspring were, but panic clouded his mind.

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>RED_Holiday pt3

It was then the crack in the wall groaned, moved even, and the sound sent cold shivers up the sprite’s back. a sudden and  crippling fear droped into his gut like a block of ice as he slowly turned to look back at the wall. His ears rang with a peircing sound as well as his own heart drumming loudly.

when he finally faced the wall again it ripped open with a heavy glitch of flashing color and distorted spaces. 

The monster that erupted from the wall let out a deafening, high-pitch  scream as thick jaws, lined with thin, black, needle-like teeth snapped out.

Radio’s voice-box squealed in terror. His glitched leg fuzzed horribly as he tried to run, waving his arms at Byrd to get a head start.

Unfortunately the first step was as far as Radio could get, his bad leg gave out completely and it wasn’t but an instant before the insectoid monster was on top of him. It’s large, spined, forearm swept the sprite into a wall with one restrained stroke. The jagged Limb easily tore into the sprite and rendered him immobile.

Radio gasped for the air that had been forced from his lungs as tears fell in waves. He couldn’t process what was happening, it was all too fast. The only thing he could think to do was to wave desperately at Byrd to run.

The small hybrid child just wailed in fear, calling his father  through screaming tears.

The beast jerked it’s head to look at the tiny Virus, antennae flicked as it seemed to size up whether or not Byrd was a threat. Finding nothing of interest, the monster was quick to disregard the tiny hybrid and return it’s focus to Radio.

“BAAAPAAAH!!!!”  The toddler cried, watching in horror as the Monster used it’s spined limbs to delicately drag it’s live prey back inside the glitched wall…

And just l as quickly as it had appeared the beast was gone…. Everything was gone, to Byrd, His whole world was gone.

“Baa…pah?”

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>RED_Holiday pt2

Icarus watched Gage bark obscenities and bitter curses at Rig while he tapped the cooling coffee mug in his hands with his wedding band. None of this was right, this wasn’t anything like he pictured it would be when he found Radio again.

He thought somehow they could go back to the way they were before… Before he realized how much things really weren’t alright. “Gage, sit down, please… ” He told the Green sprite tiredly.

“ Icarus… ” Gage replied in a tone that carried a hint of hurt.

“ Just… Let him finish. I don’t think he meant to hurt us or even them, and while I agree with you that the lies and… How we all found out was… Not okay. Let’s just hear the rest of it at least.” Icarus was always the voice of reason, but he looked so tired, so worn and lacking in his usual air of strength.

Gage groaned although he accepted what Icarus said the only reason he complied and sat down was because he, too, was tired, and the fact Indie had been sobbing pitifully for the last hour had taken him down a few pegs. For as bitter a sprite as he was Gage really did not enjoy making his companions cry.

Rig, who stood in near the archway to the kitchen with his younger brother sitting behind him at his heels, had been quiet until Icarus spoke up. “I’m not trying to defend what I did. I shouldn’t have kept it a secret but I didn’t know how to tell you all either.” He started to explain, again, since he had been cut off so many times already he paused and expected another interruption. Thankfully Icarus reaching out to put a hand on Gage’s shoulder stopped him from ranting again about trust.

“I had been living in that game for years and I don’t even know how long it had been infected before I noticed. The virus that infected the game is a parasite, it doesn’t want to be found nor does it want to kill the hosts. ” As Rig continued he could see Gage growing more and more upset and even physically uncomfortable. “ The bugs grow inside the existing sprites, slowly replaceing their code so they learn the way their host acts. It’s an intentionally slow process to avoid detection. By the time I realized the game was infected the damage was too severe. Too much of the game had been replaced to be salvaged. I was only able to get most of the code for Nathan and the twins.“ Rig normally would be pacing and coming undone by this point but Agent had a firm hold on his brother’s leg.

“I honestly couldn’t… Couldn’t handle seeing them… You know… burst into monstrous bugs. S-So… I took their backups while Agent erased everything else. They didn’t know what hit them and… and I don’t think any of them suffered very long… Though I really can’t swear to that and the backups I sifted through to piece them back together were taken prior to everything so they don’t have to remember that… They’re about as alright as they could possibly be and they really didn’t want this to… You know, get ugly… Like it did.” Rig’s hands were trembling somewhat as he lit up another cigarette.

Agent poked his head out from behind Rig and slowly stood up. “I… Didn’t know… Don’t know…. I - I never.. Hmmm… I have been- Been in a… box… I don’t know - ahh… How not to Mmh, talk with… Others. I didn’t… Didn’t mean to say things- th- things that hurt. ” The hybrid spoke nervously and seemed to be genuinely apologetic. He didn’t understand why he had made everyone so upset, all his life he knew that things ate other things, naturally and consistently, he was only ever told that was bad by Rig. He was a powerful destructive hybrid that had very little experience in social situations.

“I guess I can’t hold that against you, Agent… But you, Rig… You still should have said something to us… To Radio at least. ” Icarus finally spoke again, he was rubbing his temples while he processed everything that Rig and Agent had said.

“ This… Parasite… Is there any way to remove it without a backup or destroying the host? ” Gage’s question came with an uncharacteristically nervous tone.

“I… Don’t think so… At least not that I know of. Believe me if I did I would have taken that route before considering the alternative. ” Rig could tell, everyone could tell, that the topic had Gage very unsettled.

Though they seemed to understand what Rig was saying, what he meant to do, no one seemed at all relieved. If anything they all seemed sadder.

“ I’m… So sorry, everyone. I’ll do everything possible to make sure nothing like that ever happens again… I… I swear if I ever found more of it I would tell you all before doing anything else. ” Rig tried to be reassuring but he wasn’t too sure how well that went over. He smiled at Icarus who nodded back at him before he stood up.

Icarus then pat Gage on the back and moved to where Indie was sniffling and lifted his scrawnier twin up to walk him back oit to the small get-together tbey were having for the holiday.

“Look into other ways of getting rid of that Parasite virus for us, alright? ” Gage asked as he stood up, patting the Hybrid’s arm on his way out the green racer actually stayed by the twins.

Rig watched them for a few moments, it was the first time they’d all been… Supportive of each other in so long it was a little shocking that they were all in agreement or at least on the same page for once. Agent tugged at his brother’s shirt and urged him away. “Come! Show me more the movie things, and… I want you to teach…. Better words.” Rig gently pat Agent on the head, knowing that he needed to tell them so many more things. every lie deeper he went seemed another nail in his perverbial coffin… “Hey, Guys?” Rig called into the living room and waited for Icarus to look up at him before he continued. “When is Radio supposed to be here?” Icarus shrugged, he hadn’t even thought about it since before Agent had made a big scene of eating the game Rig lived in. “He needed some last minute things for Christmas gifts so I assumed he’d be late.” “It’s… /really/ late now though…” Indy added, knowing that Radio didn’t like being out at night. “Maybe someone should go check on him?” Gage asked, unsure what Indy was implying. “Doesn’t he still have that big jerk of a virus husband? he’s probably just running late, I wouldn’t worry too much.” Icarus assured them all as he pat Indy on the back. Rig, however, was definitely worried…

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>RED Holiday

With several yards of fabric neatly folded in hand Radio Walked through a fairly empty terminal. He was trying to clear his head, telling himself all the stress and bickering was just  from all the holiday fuss… The station was usually pretty crowded  with the holiday so close but today it was…eerily quiet… Soft shuffling sounds in the distance of sprites darting about or the surge protector zipping about seemed spookier than usual. 

Perhaps it was only because of his own nerves but just about everything was terrifying to him.

As he walked something caught his eye, a faint hint of yellow in an alley way. He stopped to look a bit closer.

Could it be?

It WAS! The Sprite’s missing helmet!  Radio beamed with  surprise and happiness.

… But how did it GET there..?

Bending down Radio took Byrd’s pack off and charged him with holding the fabric while he went to retrieve his helmet. He trotted into the alley to pick up the missing headgear. He missed the security of his helmet so badly and the beanie- headphone combination simply didn’t provide the same comfort.

As he pulled off the hat and headphones the sprite noticed a rather…odd looking crack in the wall at the back of the alley. It seemed to hum with a low tone and Radio couldn’t shake the feeling something was now peering at him from the other side.

He squinted  at the wall, trying to see better in the darkness to no avail.  Any sane part of him was urging him to turn back and  run the other way but whatever kept him standing there wanted to know what tat humming sound was.

Suddenly his  bad leg began to glitch and he lifted the foot to try and relieve the tingling sensation as a frustrated puff  passed through his nose. He decided then that it was just the quietness of the station playing tricks on his tired mind and turned to look back at Byrd while he waited for his leg’s glitch to settle.