Despite you shitposting retards being a bunch of fags, I really have fun reading this thread and it motivates me to write something myself. But it's kinda long and not smut, so it's probably shit. I'd say it's mostly inspired by the Holocalypse stories, with a bigger focus and more development for (you). I'll post the first chapter's flashforward here, the rest I'll edit and have up tomorrow. Let me know if it's really fucking cringe so I can delete the rest.
You don’t dislike the sensation of pain. It isn’t lulling or comfortable, but it reminds you that you are still here, instead of somewhere else, like hell, or the underworld. Those weren’t the vacation hotspots as advertised by the reaper or the devil, despite one used to be Mori’s home, keyword being ‘used to’.
“Hmph…” You huffed, not tiredly, but certainly a bit spent. Physical exertions are your forte, making you the opposite of a disgusting landwhale, but a man has his limits, and you could feel yours approaching as you lean against the cold pillar of an otherworldly temple. There are thousands of them, lined up perfectly in endless straight rows, or maybe it is more like a jumbled maze of pillars, you aren’t too sure. Words alone are inadequate to describe the boundless scenery before you, the same scenery that is the backdrop of the humourless literal pink-head pacing closer.
“-ANON! Anon, you fuck! You fucking rat-FUCK! -Guh… God! I can’t believe you’ve fucked me like this! And not in a fun way either! You JUST fucked me RAW!”
You replied nothing, obviously so you don’t give away your location for free. Mori has enough hints from your bleeding shoulder leaving bloody smudges on the pillars you bumped into, she doesn’t need more help.
Her massive scythe is definitely an unorthodox tool, although that just plants her on a higher pedestal for her mastery over it as part of her trade. Your own weapon almost feels meagre compared to hers, despite the millenniums, or even eons of technological progress that separates your instrument from hers.
You pressed the mag-release button on your Remington ACR, catching the Magpul-emag before it falls more than halfway out of the well. The transparent viewing window on the back of the magazine showed you your remaining CT ammo within this container was around ten rounds.
Naturally, you reloaded your assault rifle. Even more logically, you retained the half-spent mag instead of throwing it away, because that’s what makes you a professional.
“C’moooooon~ Anooooon! Get your ass out here already! You wanna play hide-and-seek with me forever?! We can, but I got a stream coming up in two hours! So just let me give your neck a quickie with my scythie to soothe my psyche!”
Man, you really wanted to roast her for that rhythm, Mori’s kinda off her game. Then again, there was a good reason for that. More specifically, you. You are the reason she’s so pissed, and when she truly realizes the weight of your handiwork, that’ll be a Mori you’ve never seen before.
That’s why you gotta get outta here right now, like right away, now. This motivates you to try your radio, hoping for the best. <<All stations, Apex 1-0 transmitting in the blind. Primary objective complete, secondary objective botched. The HVT is active and in-pursuit, requesting immediate medevac by sector grid…>>
Wait, that isn’t right, not even close. Who’s gonna come in here to bail you out? What coordinates are you even gonna read to whoever receives your call? This place hasn’t been plotted and it probably never will. You gotta get out the same way you got in, through the index.
The index that put you in this place where your brain is turning to mush, you gotta admit you don’t really like it here, not even when it was introduced as the final solution.
<<-Belay my last, I’mma… I’m have to work myself outta this, over.>> That is better. Maybe not for your survival, but for your rationality. Because the entire reason you’re in this eldritch realm with a very angry and reaping-happy reaper was because of rationality.
I’m going to live forever…. Seeking not demise but eternity, you pick up your pace as you make your way towards… somewhere that’s supposed to be the exit.
