alright lets continue-
Warning: This could get a lil gore so please click off if yer not ok with it.
(A lil bg of the other victims: the first one is an athlete and second one is a middle schooler)
After seems hours of struggling, Yuu just sat there and is trying to figure away out. But the kidnapper yanked Yuu from their thoughts and dragged them to somewhere more secluded. There they found 2 more hostages: both were blindfolded. The kidnapper then tied Yuu to a nearby chair and lit a lil light over the three.
Kidnapper: Wanna play a game?
Yuu: what type of game?
Kidnapper: Oh~ just a simple cat and mouse. Now I will let the first one go and have a head start. *proceeds to untie the first victim* Now run along~ I'll be waiting
The victim ran as fast as they could and came to a halt when they met a dead end. They ran back and stopped when they heard a click. They realized they accidentaly triggered a trap, and a ball shooter appeared. They fear what was going to happen and decided to put up a magical barrier around themselves.
Victim1: Huh!?! ... a ball shooter? Wait a moment- This is bad
Kidnapper: Well look at the screen my darlings~ watch as we see an athlete in action.
They were given a worn down tenis racket and the ball shooter had started to shoot at a fast pase. Their magicak barrier was no match for the ball shooter and it broke.
They tried to fend thenselves using the old racket, but it was no use- The ball shooter has infinite balls and has no plan in stopping. Exhausted, they were hit multiple times with the balls and fataly died. Right then and there.
To the horror of Yuu and the other victim, is to the amusement of the kidnapper.
Victim2: YOURE SICK! YOU BASTARD!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I WILL- mmphh!!
Kidnapper: Shhh now darling- relax for it is your turn now~
Victim2: !?!
Kidnapper: but dont fret! youre not going down that path- you will be going down the other one! *unties* Now-
Victim2 punches the kidnapper and hit them with their magic and ran- They ran to the other path, opposite to the kidnapper had said. They thought they outsmarted him and didnt think of any other threat. Oh boi. They were truely wrong. They heard a click and they were a bit panicked. They were suddenly surrounded by a lot of puppets that have pins in their hand.
Victim2: Ehh? You think a bunch of dolls gonna stop me??
They fought the puppets but was surprised on how fast they were. They got hit by the leg first, then their right arm, then their hips. They were no match and was fataly pierced to death.
Kidnapper: Oh! I call that one: The porcupine's needles! Isn't it marvelous???
Yuu was shock and in utter horror. Both had magic yet, died. Now they were in fear for their life and was crying.
Kidnapper: Ohh- There is no use in crying darling~ Dont ruin your face with such emotion. Hmmm its getting late so lets just resume tomorrow. I wanna see your very best and what path you will take. Fufu- lets get you to a much more comfortable area.
They drag Yuu to a nearby cage and throw them in there. Yuu was crying and had kinda acceoted their fate.
The kidnapper is on call with someone.
Kidnapper: hey~
NRC: !?!
Kidnapper: could yall give me a get away car and 1m madols that would be-
Ace: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YUU AND GRIM!?!?
Deuce: WHERE DID YOU TAKE THEM!?!
Jack: WHY HAVE YOU TAKEN THEM!?!
Kidnapper: Now now, easy on the questions~
Malleus: I'l make you regret being alive.
Crewel: Settle down everyone. Let the teachers handle this. *takes the phone*
Crewel: Now. Give. Us. Back. Yuu and Grim.
Kidnapper: Woah- Take it easy Mr. Crewel, You dont want rinkles on your forehead now.
Crewel: How do you know my name?
Kidnapper: I have my ways sir~ Now if you still wish to see your student and their tanuki, you do what I say. Got it?
Vil: That voice... It sound so familiar
Azul: yeah too familiar
Idia: please keep talking to them a lil bit longer- Ignihyde has a wave signal
Kalim: We will give you what you want and give us back Yuu and Grim!
Kidnapper: Oh! why is it the infamous Kalim Al-asim! I'm a bug fan of yours btw~ Yeah give me also a authograph of him btw, thanks! *beep*
Leona: Shroud have ya found anything yet?
Idia: Yes! They're at an old... uhhh.. hospital?
Deuce: hospital?? Maybe its that place
Ace: wdym: "that place" do you know smth??
Deuce: Yeah, we use to go and hang out at that place in middle school.
Sebek: LETS GO NOW BEFORE THEY MOVE TO SOMEWHERE ELSE!!
To be continued
If you were wondering, yes Im in my danganronpa phase~ explains abt the gore and traps, Was heavily inspired by Junko- she hot but she too crazy.
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Self-Destruction - DBH Fic
Requested by a sweet anon! Prompt was Connor reaching 100% stress levels and attempting to self-destruct. There is NOT any death or anything in this fic.
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WARNING: STRESS LEVELS APPROACHING 95%.
Connor blinked, hands shaking. Blue liquid blurred with red blood, staining his hands in a way that he could never scrub off. Blue and red lights (blueandredandblueandred) flashed in the corners of his vision. His sensors registered that the substances on his hands were still warm.
The body under them was still cold, no matter how hard he had tried.
STRESS AT 97%. CURRENTLY RISING AT A RATE OF .6% PER MINUTE.
"Connor? Connor!" A voice shouted behind him.
The android blinked again. Inhale. Exhale. A shaky hand, pressed to his face. Thirium, leaking from his optical sensors? Fear. Regret.
"I-I tried to save them-"
"I know you did. C'mere, let's-"
Connor rose to his feet sharply, heading for the door. Get out. Get out get out getoutgetout-
He turned and ran.
"CONNOR-"
Inhale. Exhale. The shaking hands pressed to his head pulled at his hair. The pavement pounded against the pressure sensors in his feet. Thirium dripped down his face, dripped down his fingers.
He stumbled to a stop several blocks away. He closed his eyes only to see dead ones gazing back from his automatic memory replay. Dead eyes, cold skin, his sensors offered. No heartbeat, red blood.
STRESS AT 99.4%. SELF-DESTRUCTION IMMINENT.
REPORT>>
>VICTIM1: 14 Y/O HUMAN MALE.
>VICTIM2: PL600 MODEL ANDROID.
<<ENDREPORT
Dead eyes, his sensors offered. Blue blood, red blood.
He rubbed at his optical sensors hard enough to make them fill with static. His fingers tore at his skin, ripped at his clothes. An itch, an urge under his synthetic skin. Hurt. Damage. Destroy.
He balled his hands into fists and hit his legs as hard as he could, feeling the way the white shell encasing his thighs dented and split. Hurt. He pulled his jacket off. His tie was next. Damage. He stopped his pounding at his legs long enough to feel the world tilt sideways.
He leaned, fell, crashed into the wall beside him. Which way was up, which one down? Was this guilt? It swelled in his throat. Inhale hecouldn'tbreathe. Exhale airwherewastheair.
STRESS: 100%. SELF-DESTRUCTION COMMENCING. PLEASE INFORM NEAREST CYBERLIFE OFFICE OF MALFUNCTIONS.
Destroy.
Connor slammed his head into the wall as hard as he could. It wasn't enough. Thirium drained from his eyes and the newly-formed gash in his head. Another hit.
"Connor, where are you?! Connor-" Loud swearing. "CONNOR STOP-"
Hands, tearing at his clothes. One cupped the back of his head, keeping him from impacting his head against the wall again. He fought against it, emotions buzzing under his shell that demanded to be let out.
More loud cursing as Connor tore from the hold and stumbled back to the wall, doing his best to damage as many crucial biocomponents as he could. His shaking fingers clawed at his chest - POTENTIAL DAMAGE TO BIOCOMPONENT #29473THREG.
Another hit against the wall. "CONNOR! STOP!" A string of frantic cursing. The hands pulled at his arms, unbalanced him, and brought him to the ground.
>>IDENTIFY:LTANDERSON
Hank pinned him down, concern sparking in his eyes. "Connor you gotta stop this! Kid, c'mon, I know you're in there somewhere! Calm down!"
TASKPRIORITY>>
>TASK1: SELF-DESTRUCTION.
>TASK2: PREVENT HARM TO IDENTIFY:LTANDERSON
>CONFLICTING_TASKS>>
>>PRIORITYASCRIBEDTO: TASK2
<RESOLVE: CONFLICTING_TASKS
<<ENDTASKPRIORITY
Connor stilled. "H-Hank?" His voice broke. Hank eased up.
CONTINUE SELF-DESTRUCTION WITHOUT HARM TO IDENTIFY:LTANDERSON.
He began clawing at his chest again, shirt tearing in his haste to get to his pump regulator. Hank swore again and grabbed his wrists. "Connor. Listen to me. There was nothing you could do."
>>PLAYMEMORYFILE
>Connor fell to his knees beside the boy and the android protecting him. "Lieutenant, in here!" The boy wasn't breathing. His sensors registered no pulse. The android was 00:00:17 seconds from shutdown. Connor pulled back his synthetic skin to reveal his white shell, pressing it to the android's hand in an attempt to diagnose the primary malfunction.
>He was just in time to feel it die.
<<STOPMEMORYFILE
"Can you hear me? Nothing. I need you to calm down, okay?" Hank's hand cupped his face, still restraining him with the other hand. "Connor. Stay with me."
Thirium flowed freely down his cheeks. "I-I could've saved them- if I had been faster-"
"Don't think about the 'ifs', kid. Nothing you did changed whether they lived or died. What are your stress levels at?"
"100%," Connor whispered. Warnings about biocomponent and external casing damage clouded his vision. HurtDamageDestroy.
"You gotta breathe. Okay? How do we get your stress levels down?"
Connor struggled to draw in air he didn't need, thirium rushing in his ears. "M-My scans suggest...alternate s-stimulus-"
Hank sputtered. "In English?"
"A tactile d-distraction," Connor replied. It was hard to focus on anything but his systems pushing him to self-destruct.
Hank stared at him for a moment, breathing heavy, before pressing Connor into his chest. "Breathe, kid," he said. One hand went up to patting Connor on the head while the other rubbed his back.
His sensors automatically focused on the repetitive motion. Inhale. Exhale. His stress levels edged away from 100%. Warnings popped up for the damaged biocomponents in his head and legs, and thirium dripped from both his eyes and forehead.
His energy levels plummeted. His internal systems registered approximately 00:11:16 until forced sleep mode.
>>RECOMMEND: FIX THIRIUM LEAKS BEFORE FORCED SLEEP MODE.
Connor pawed at Hank's arm, eyes half-shut. "Hank."
"Yeah?" Hank held him at arm's length, and cursed. "You're a little banged up, kid."
"Y-yes, I require additional thirium, and...my systems will fix...the rest-" He paused, opening his eyes. It was hard to keep them open. "Hank?" His partner met his gaze, steady and sure. "Thank you."
Hank ruffled a hand in his hair. "You're gonna be okay, son."
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This one was a lil different, and honestly had me stumped for a while, but it turned out okay in the end. It's really short but man I'm tired
Don't tag as ship!!
Edit: smh @ me I always forget
Tag list: @woogwoo-wren @storytellerofuntoldlegends
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