Unknowns
Dana Mercer had always figured that she had been desensitized to things like gore due to internet overexposure.
However when she was hunched over a bush, dry heaving because she had already vomited up everything her stomach had to offer after seeing what used to be the infected that attacked her strewn all over her apartment, she decided that maybe seeing gore in real life was a little different.
And smelly.
Dana shivered as she looked back at the wreckage that used to be her living space.
It looked like a massive chunk of building was just ripped from a city and just plonked down in some random forest. Which is pretty much exactly what happened, as far as she could tell. Three of the walls were still intact, the ceiling was mostly in one piece, and the floor seemed to be alright as well. However the wall that was ajar the hallway of the floor had collapsed, taking a large chunk of ceiling with it. It looked like some kind of massive blade just swiped through that entire wall and shredded its supports. She and Alex’s room appear to have been left behind, leaving a hallway entrance that leads to nowhere but more forest. She could see the entire interior through the broken windows which she climbed out of.
The most distressing thing about what remained of her apartment was the bodies strewn about. Or at least, what was left of them. She couldn’t even tell how many there originally were due to the sheer number of pieces lying around. Almost everything was covered in blood, except for the spot she was in miraculously. Even the piss-couch was ruined. She never thought she would miss that horrible pigment, but it looked rather good in comparison to a couch that was stained brownish-red and covered in viscera.
One of the former infected looked like it had just been mashed into the floor like a giant stepped on it, its insides seemed to have been literally squished out of it. There was one with no arms or a lower body, as well as its jaw ripped off. There was half of a forehead just sitting on one of the kitchen’s counters like they were preparing it for dinner. Speaking of dinner, there was a dead infected on the table, both of which had been cut down the middle like some kind of fucked up magic act gone wrong. The sight was gruesome enough, what with the viscera slowly sloughing out of the former human’s midsection, that Dana averted her eyes to the ceiling of the apartment.
Speaking of the ceiling, there’s blood on it. Not speckles like you’d expect. There was literally blood caked on the ceiling. The ceiling is pretty damn high for Manhattan apartment standards, requiring a stepladder for her to touch it whilst reaching. So to get that much blood on the fucking ceiling seems pretty fucking improbable.
There was so much blood everywhere, yet the last time she saw Alex he was completely clean. How the fuck did he manage that? How the fuck did he manage any of this? How the fuck did he get blood caked on the fucking ceiling!?
Dana gagged, holding her stomach as she looked away from the carnage.
“Jesus titty-fucking Christ what the fuck.” She moaned.
…She never even got her soda.
Speaking of her soda, where the fuck did Alex g-
“I’m back.”
“FUCKING WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?” Dana shouted, spinning around on her heel and stumbling backwards. Alex was standing right fucking behind her!
“Jesus shit Alex! Really!? Really!? Of all fucking times to sneak up on me!?” She shouted at him while he cringed guiltily.
“…Sorry.”
“Why the fuck are we in a forest!?”
“I don’t-“
“Why the fuck does it look like you reenacted that lawnmower scene from Dead Alive in our apartment!?”
“Because I-“
“Why the fuck don’t you have any blood on you but there’s blood literally everywhere else!?”
“Uh-“
“What the fuck happened!?”
All was quiet for a moment, with Alex awkwardly hunched in place like he was expecting to be slapped.
“I... don’t know, Dana.” He answered softly.
Almost a minute passed in silence. Alex seemed to watch Dana’s face closely for some reason she couldn’t fathom, while she looked around, taking special care not to look in the direction of the carnage of what used to be her apartment.
“I’m sorry.” She said.
“It’s oka-“
“No, it’s really not. I mean, you protected me, with extreme prejudice I might add, against those… things. And here I am bitching about things out of our control like they’re your fault.” Dana shook her head and sighed.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything Dana. You shouldn’t even be in this situation.” Alex said. Dana looked at him to find he was glaring at what remained of their apartment. It was an expression of mixed confusion and anger, clearly directed at their situation in general.
Dana shook her head and smiled. She felt like she was going to go to hell for thinking this, but she thought that Alex was a lot more likable after he got amnesia. Ever since he left for college when they were kids, he was just such an aloof condescending douche. It was like a switch was flipped and he wasn’t her brother anymore.
Even when she came to Manhattan to reconnect, he was still an asshole. Just making demands of her, milking her for help. She followed along hoping that he would eventually warm up to her, and act like he used to when they were kids.
Then he got amnesia, and just like that her big brother was back again. A lot more violent than he was before, but still so sweet to her. Just like when they were kids back in foster care or with their mother. He would always be there to protect her, and he would always be patient.
Even after not having a clue as to what happened, slicing up a ton of fucking crazy infected mutants, and being stuck in the middle of god-knows-where being yelled at by his sister, he still remains calm and protective.
Without warning, Dana lunged towards Alex and wrapped him in a hug. She couldn’t see his expression, but his posture suggests that he was surprised by the action. He gingerly returned the hug, though she couldn’t help but notice how lightly he was squeezing her back, almost as if he was afraid of crushing her.
Also, he was very, very warm. Seriously, like a fucking furnace. She thought leather was supposed to be cool to the touch, not warm enough for you to assume it had been sitting in the sun for a while.
Dana reluctantly released the hug, seeing her brother give her an awkward yet happy smile. Dana couldn’t help but smile as well. No matter what happens, she still has her brother.
Dana pondered if having a touching sibling moment after seeing a crapton of infected people get mutilated makes her weird.
She turned her head back to the carnage he wrought and grimaced.
“I can’t believe those used to be people…” Dana whispered.
“They weren’t people anymore.” Her brother said.
“But they used to be…”
Dana’s expression was somber. She had to wonder what it was like from their perspective. Being an ordinary person, and suddenly everything that makes you you is stripped away, leaving nothing but an animal. That sounds like a fate worse than death.
“They used to be just regular people. They used to have families and friends.”
Dana sighed.
“I wish I knew what fucked up monster was responsible for this shit getting out. Whoever really did it is probably dead, but fuck I wish he wasn’t so I could… I don’t know, sic you on him.”
“You and me both.” Alex mumbled.
Dana looked at him oddly. The way he said that…
She shook her head. “Should we bury them?”
Alex turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
Twilight Sparkle was beginning to wonder why she was even surprised anymore. Honestly, things had gotten too normal since that whole time manipulation thing and the Dragon Migration. It was only a matter of time before something strange or exciting (or worse, strange and exciting) happened.
It started in the morning. Twilight woke up, started going through her morning checklist with Spike, when Pinkie arrived at her door. Not an uncommon occurrence, what with Pinkie being… well… Pinkie. Honestly some the reasoning for her visits just get bewildering, and Twilight had long since stopped questioning her logic and just ended up enjoying her company while she stayed.
Pinkie, however, was apparently on a mission. She had one of her “doozy”s followed by a “pinchy knee”, and she was going door to door warning everypony with her scarily inequine speed. If Twilight’s memory served, that meant something both scary and unexpected was going to happen soon.
Of course, something scary and unexpected happened soon afterwards. A gigantic, soundless flash was seen somewhere inside of Everfree Forest, followed by reports of strange animals howling and roaring. Then everything just went quiet.
Twilight had just gotten done sending a letter via dragonfire informing Princess Celestia of this occurrence, when a certain butter-yellow pegasus wandered into her library tailed, or rather, eagerly shoved by a legion of small animals.
An assortment of squirrels, bunnies, chipmunks, beavers and several species of bird were soon standing in front of the library’s door. The ground-dwelling creatures crowded around Fluttershy’s hooves, while the birds landed on any part of her they could stand on. Every animal present looked absolutely terrified, even that deplorable little rabbit Angel Bunny, while Fluttershy just looked confused, and maybe a little pale.
Twilight and Spike looked at each other, before Spike shrugged and started for the stairs. Twilight rolled her eyes and approached Fluttershy and her agitated animals.
“Fluttershy? What’s wrong with your animal friends?” Twilight decided to ask. She could guess what the cause to their terrified visage was. She had heard many animals had gotten spooked by the “Everfree Flash” as some of the townsponies were calling it.
“Oh Twilight, I’m sorry for bothering you but Angel was very insistent-“
“It’s okay Fluttershy.” Twilight interrupted. The shy pegasus tended to go on apology tangents if you let her. “Is this about the flash that happened earlier?”
“No. Uh, wait, I mean yes! Umm, wait… maybe?” Fluttershy lowered her head, looking sheepish, before seeming to look to her pets for an answer. A few chitters later and Fluttershy looked back up, assured. “Maybe.” She nodded, smiling nervously.
“…Okay? What’s the problem?”
“Well, um, I don’t remember much, but I woke up lying in the grass, and my animal friends were very scared.” Fluttershy’s eyes flicked back and forth, suddenly looking anxious. “They said they saw-“ She was cut off by an angry chirp from a bluebird perched on her flank. “Oh, uh, sorry. They said we saw a… monster.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “We? You saw it too?”
“Well, yes and… no?” Fluttershy looked down at her forehooves. “Uh, they said I fainted. The last thing I remember was calming Angel Bunny down after that scary flash happened and… waking up.”
Twilight looked concerned. “What did the ‘monster’ look like? I might have a book that tells us what it is.”
“Well, um, my animal friends were so insistent that I come see you that they never-“ She was interrupted by the chittering of the squirrels, beavers and chipmunks at her hooves. “Oh. Oh my.” She said, nodding along to whatever they were saying.
“Uhhh… Fluttershy?”
“Oh! Um, it stood on two legs, had a black chitin, a gray head and legs, and a sharp tentacle coming out of its stomach.”
Twilight creased her brow. “That… doesn’t sound like any creature I’ve heard of, but I’ll look and see what I find.”
Twilight was about to look for a book on Everfree creatures, when Angel stepped in front of her, gesticulating wildly.
“Oh, uh, Angel Bunny says there’s one other thing.” Fluttershy said.
Twilight turned back to Fluttershy. “Yes?”
“Uh, he asked for paper and ink.” Fluttershy said, smiling sheepishly.
Twilight blinked, before turning to walk up the stairs to her room. She soon came back down, with a paper, a small bottle of ink, and a quill held in her raspberry colored aura. She floated the items down to Angel.
Angel picked up the quill with a quizzical expression, before tossing it aside. He opened the bottle of ink, dipped his paws into it, and began to draw on the paper.
“He says that symbol was on its back.” Fluttershy clarified when Angel finished the crude drawing.
Twilight tilted her head to the side. What could that mean?
Blacklight was beginning to regret not consuming the infected that attacked his sister. Sure, he’d have to explain where the bodies went, but at least he wouldn’t have to clean up after himself.
It was a bewildering experience. The thought had never occurred to him that he would ever be cleaning up after one of his fights. He has a newfound respect for whoever does clean up after his messes.
Dana had suggested that they bury the bodies. Blacklight reluctantly agreed because it would both make his sister happy, and reduce the chances of some idiot stumbling across the rotting corpses and getting himself infected. It would contaminate local flora, but none of it looked edible by human standards, and the chances of an animal getting legitimately infected were small enough to ignore for the time being. The animals could become carriers, which would be a problem, but burying the bodies wasn't a permanent solution. He'd return to the site at a later time, scan the area for infected material, break down any contaminated plant matter, dig up the bodies and burn them. He supposed he could have just told Dana that it was safer to burn them, but he figured that was a bad idea after she got sympathetic for the dead infected. He ultimately decided that the last thing he should do was desecrate the dead that Dana apparently wants properly buried. In an unmarked grave. In the middle of a random forest. Next to a chunk of bloodstained apartment.
The experiences that followed afterwards made Blacklight rethink a few things. He amended that perhaps should he, in the future, be in a fight in which he would have to clean up afterwards, he would find less messy ways to kill his enemies.
He had to scrape some of their remains off of the floor of their apartment using his claws.
Obviously, Blacklight did cleanup duty himself. He didn’t want Dana anywhere near the corpses, or even looking at them for that matter. Even if he did want her to help, he doubted she would. She simply doesn’t have a strong enough stomach, if what he smelled when he came back was anything to go by.
It was only after he had gathered their remains into a passable pile did Dana point out they didn’t have a shovel.
So of course, Blacklight had to improvise. He formed his right arm into a simple shovel. This earned him the affectionate nickname “The Ultimate Swiss Army knife”.
“So when you ran off, did you find out where we are?” Blacklight heard Dana say behind him, as he continued shoveling dirt into the hole.
He looked down into the hole with distaste. He put the most intact bodies in first, and sloughed in the rest afterwards. The result looked like a horror movie pasta. A quick scan through his stolen memories revealed that even a few Blackwatch insurgents would have cringed at the sight, so he didn’t blame Dana for opting not to watch him clean up.
Not that he would blame her for anything.
“No, I didn’t. There’s a small town to the north, but I didn’t get a good look at it.” In hindsight, he should have at least glanced in its direction. He just saw it out of the corner of his eye.
Perfect memory or no; if you aren’t paying attention to something at the time, your memory will not provide an accurate picture as to what it looked like.
He only knew that the town looked disgustingly brightly colored.
“Should we head there?” She asked, before taking a sip from her coke.
Oh, and he finally got her the soda she asked for. She was very thankful.
“Dana, we’re wanted by the United States government, and you’re in your pajamas.” Blacklight pointed out.
She snorted. “So what then? We’re going to camp in this dank dark-ass forest?”
“Until I scout out that town, yes.” Blacklight said as he hefted another shovelfull of dirt into the grave.
“In my pajamas. You want me to camp in my pajamas.”
“Not for very long.” Blacklight shrugged.
Blacklight did not want Dana to be in the forest longer than she has to be. It’s simply too dark; too concealed. Dangerous things lurk in environments like this.
Blacklight spared a glance around the surrounding area.
If Blacklight wasn’t reasonably certain that he was the most dangerous thing in the forest, he might have been nervous. The trees are twisted in appearance, as if some giant hand just came down and started bending them in ways they shouldn’t bend. The canopy is thick, the only evidence of the time of day being the large clearing that the apartment had landed in, lighting it up like a giant spotlight was on it. The rest of the canopy was thick; beams of sunlight getting through were few and far between. The grass was a charming shade of ‘vomit-green’ as Dana had, once again, so eloquently named the color.
He also saw a patch of bright blue flowers a distance away. He didn’t recognize their type, which was worrisome. If Blacklight doesn’t recognize something, you know it had to be obscure. Though the bright colors in a dingy dark place such as this make those plants rather suspect. Bright and colorful things in environments such as this rarely mean anything good. Best to have Dana avoid them.
“Fucking God dammit! My socks are getting soggy just standing in this fucking puke-grass.”
Oh, and it was humid, as Dana saw fit to remind him.
Soon, Blacklight had finished burying the infected remains, the only evidence of their existence a patch of dirt among grass.
…And the bloodstained apartment about six meters away from that patch.
“So… we aren’t going to be staying in there, are we?” Dana asked, eyeing the splatters decorating the interior.
“…No.”
Blacklight formed his right arm back into an average human hand, Dana watching with interest.
“What does that feel like?” She asked.
That was hard to answer. Really, even before he knew what he really was, he always did away with nerve endings. They just provided needless distraction. The way he sensed things was rather unique, with each of his cells being sensitive to their surroundings and the things they touch, including each other. All of the fine control and sensitivity without any of the needless pain to distract him. Describing the sensation would be akin to describing color to someone who has been blind since birth. He doesn’t really know how he does it. The biologists in his head are just as bewildered as he is, often claiming such a thing is impossible.
But really, Blacklight’s very existence seems to be based upon an amassed amount of impossibilities.
“It’s tingly.” He decided to go with.
Dana hummed in response, still looking at the drying mess of her apartment.
“I’m sorry, this has been bugging me, but how the fuck are you not covered in blood?” Dana finally asked, turning towards Blacklight.
Shit. He was hoping she had forgotten about that.
The real reason was that any blood that touched him he simply consumed, adding to his mass on the fly. It gave the illusion of blood disappearing as soon as it touched him. Dana was clean of blood because he took special care to not splash her. When the flash happened, it seemed that every single creature present was disoriented except for him. He took advantage of this, by throwing the infected away from his sister before mutilating them.
He could say he was too quick and dodged the flying blood, but that just sounded improbable. Blacklight had to admit that even he wasn’t that fast.
He really couldn’t think of a passable excuse.
“I don’t know.” He tried.
Dana raised an eyebrow. “So… what, the blood just disappeared off your body while it stayed everywhere else?”
Dammit. She was using that “you’re a jackass” tone of voice.
“Yes?”
Dana stared at him, as if gauging his reaction.
Amazing how Blacklight could stand strong and calm underneath another man’s guise and lie to the faces of some of the world’s best lie detectors, yet he felt like he was going to melt under Dana’s gaze.
“…Alright, another item to add to the ‘weird shit that’s gone on today’ list. At this rate, I’m going to need to write it down.” Dana said, throwing her arms up in defeat. Blacklight felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
Though Blacklight had the foreboding feeling that the ‘weird shit’ list was going to get a lot longer before the day was done. He couldn’t really explain why.
Maybe that was just him.
Blacklight and Dana had walked a fair distance to the west, with reasoning that perhaps being near the potent stench of death in an unknown location with unknown predators possibly lurking in every bush wasn’t the best idea.
Dana was carrying various bags of junk food in her arms, while Blacklight carried various canned sodas. Blacklight would prefer water, but Dana didn’t want him to buy bottled water saying that tap was just as good anyway.
For obvious reasons, tap water can’t be retrieved when the tap has been disconnected from a water source.
The junk food was Dana’s choice, as pretty much everything else they had was canned. The selection ranged from simple chips, to more exotic chips with Spanish brand names, to some strange little gummy candies and other such things.
Eventually they came across a small, sunny clearing. Blacklight critically examined it.
There were plenty of escape routes, as well as a good view of the area. He judged that by sitting in the middle of the clearing, you would be able to see a predator stalking long before it could jump you. Blacklight nodded to himself, before setting the sodas he was carrying on the ground in the rough center of the clearing.
“Huh? What are you-“ Dana was asking before he cut her off.
“I’m going to scout out that town I saw earlier. You stay here, keep an eye open, and scream if you need me. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.” Blacklight swiftly explained.
Dana gave him an understanding nod, before sitting down next to his discarded sodas.
“Hey, I wanted to ask this earlier. Do you have super hearing?” She asked.
Blacklight raised an eyebrow. He supposed that a human could have superb hearing, and honestly that was one of his least impressive advantages over humans. No harm in letting her know about that.
“Yes.” He responded simply.
“Alright, cool. Please don’t take too long. This place gives me the fucking creeps.”
With that, Blacklight sprinted towards the north.
Admittedly, Blacklight is used to the wide open spaces and heights of Manhattan, but he was able to adapt to the close, cramped quarters of the forest pretty quickly. He was capable of weaving through branches at inhuman speed, only smashing through particularly troublesome branches when absolutely necessary.
It wasn’t long before Blacklight had found the forest edge. He slowed down, gracefully weaving through more branches before coming to a stop just within the forest for extra precaution. He already saw the ever-so-colorful town in the distance. He quickly focused his eyes far beyond that of human capability.
…
…
“What the fuck.” He stated flatly.
Now, understand that Blacklight is not one for talking to himself. He only says what absolutely needs to be said most of the time, and only when others are around to hear it. So when he is absolutely certain that no one can hear him save himself, and he says “what the fuck” despite knowing such, then you know something truly what-the-fuck worthy is within his line of sight.
On another note, it should be understood that Blacklight is incapable of hallucination. What he sees can be trusted as fact, and he has complete and absolute faith in his own senses.
What he saw shook that faith.
Now how could one such as Blacklight, one who had arguably seen it all and commits impossibilities on a daily basis, ever be so stumped as to question his own sanity?
The sight of a civilization run by clearly sapient equines, some of which being mythical in appearance.
What the fuck, indeed.
Visibly shaking his confusion away, Blacklight decided that questioning the existence of something right in front of him does no one any good. Making use of himself, he decided observation would be key.
They were small; about half as tall as a human being on average, with some exceptions. Brightly and diversely colored population, he found difficulty finding two that had the same color scheme. They had large, expressive eyes and small snouts. The wide movement range of their mouths confirmed that they were speaking, which was rather strange. Equines traditionally cannot even breathe through their mouths, let alone speak. It’s a literal physical impossibility.
But he supposed that was one of the small impossibilities in the face of the much larger, more glaring ones he had suddenly discovered.
There are three types he had observed. ‘Unicorns’ named for, surprise, the blunt horns placed in the middle of their foreheads. ‘Pegasi’ named for the wings they possessed, referencing to Greek mythology’s god of horses, Pegasus. Finally, there were the ‘Typics’, named for their lack of wings or horn and their resemblance to normal horses.
Now, the pegasi had very small wings and not very aerodynamic bodies. It should be impossible for them to even lift off the ground, yet Blacklight saw them flying at dizzying speeds and performing aerial maneuvers that should be impossible for any flying thing of their shape. The unicorns seemed to be capable of utilizing telekinesis, as he saw a few with colored glowing horns, floating things next to them with a similar aura. The typics were, well, they could talk and that was weird enough.
A short session of lip reading and he deduced that they were speaking Greek. Of course, why not. Pegasus is from Greek mythology, why not have an entire civilization of his clones and other impossible equines speak Greek as well?
Blacklight’s gaze turned half-lidded. So in summary, he and his sister had somehow been teleported with their entire apartment into a forest next to a civilization of Greek-speaking horses of varying mythological origin. Apparently some of them could move things with their mind.
Shit.
Blacklight thought of the expletive for several reasons. The first being that he was going to have to find a way to explain this to Dana without sounding like a complete nutjob. He quickly filed that mission under the mental folder of ‘impossibilities’ and moved on. Next, was that he had no idea what these unicorns were capable of, and therefor are unknowns. Unknowns are dangerous, as he has no idea if they pose a threat to him or not. Troublesome.
Third, he decided that he was going to have to make contact with this civilization. His reasoning for such was, if there were mythological creatures in the town, who’s to say there aren’t mythological creatures in the forest? Mythology is infamous for its frankly absurdly dangerous fauna, so he decided he should play it safe there. Another thing was that even if it was the most peaceful forest in the history of existence, Dana could not last forever in there, with him present or no. She would eventually lose patience and decide to hike to the town that he had mentioned just for the promise of a shower.
But making contact presented a myriad of its own problems. For instance, while Blacklight could speak Greek fluently, Dana could not. He has no idea what their civilization is like nor how they would react to two humans, or if they even knew what humans are. Too many variables, too many unknowns. He had no idea of their abilities, their senses, if they could tell if he isn’t human, what they could do to him or his sister, whether or not they already knew he and his sister was there. Too. Many. Unknowns.
He decided he was going to thoroughly scout the town before even thinking about making contact.
But first, he decided to inform Dana of the situation. Get it out of the way quickly.
Rip the bandaid off, as it were.
Dana sat in the middle of the clearing, her mind blank. She had done too much thinking today, and she was just mentally exhausted. She was about ready to accept anything at face value at this point.
Really, at this point she had just accepted that somehow she and her brother had been teleported in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere. It’s a lot less mentally exhausting to just accept things rather than attempt to rationalize them.
She was beginning to understand why idiots always look so damn happy.
So of course in her nearly braindead state, she didn’t react to Alex’s presence beyond briefly looking in his direction.
When he was a few steps behind her, she spoke. “So did you find out where we are?”
The hesitant moment of silence afterwards was worrisome.
“Uh, we aren’t in the United States.” Alex said.
Dana frowned. “That’s good, right?”
Another silence. Shit. “Maybe?”
“Maybe.” Dana repeated, before sparing a glance behind her. She could see Alex visibly struggle to find words.
Alex seemed to come to a mental conclusion, and he spoke again. “What would you say if I said that the town I saw was populated by sapient horses, varying from telekinetic unicorns to flying winged horses, all of which speak Greek?”
Dana blinked owlishly. “I would ask where the fuck you got the drugs and why aren’t you sharing.”
Alex remained silent.
“…You’re fucking with me, right?”
He still stood there, silent.
“You’re totally fucking with me. You grew a weird sense of humor and now you’re fucking with me.”
That same, unmoving expression of dead seriousness never left his face.
“Stop looking at me like you’re not fucking with me!”
It was about at this moment did Dana realize that her brother was, one hundred percent, not fucking with her.
…
…
“Oh, what the fuck.”
What the fuck, indeed.
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I have three words for this chapter..
What. The. Fuck
It's Prototype.
More importantly, it's
Alex MercerBlacklight.Honestly, people should just expect these things.
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Dana swears far more than Alex does in this. 'Fuck' appears to be her favorite word.
THIS IS GONNA BE INTERESTING
I am going to start quoting that.
3725716 40 in this chapter alone.
Yep... Prototype.
Also... Kinda makes you wonder what kind of drugs would make you see THAT shit? Or at least what combo.
It's a world of pure imagination oh and Alex Mercer too!
Dana blinked owlishly. “I would ask where the fuck you got the drugs and why aren’t you sharing.”
Alex remained silent.
“…You’re fucking with me, right?”
He still stood there, silent.
“You’re totally fucking with me. You grew a weird sense of humor and now you’re fucking with me.”
That same, unmoving expression of dead seriousness never left his face.
“Stop looking at me like you’re not fucking with me!”
BEST PART of the DAMN CHAPTER XD
wut da fak
Language warning? NOT necessary in the least.
Next chapter? COMPLETELY FUCKING NECESSARY!
SPOILER ALERT: One of the things that bugged me in Prototype was after Alex found that that he wasn't really Alex Mercer; that he was just a virus that had gained self-awareness and was using the corpse of a dead man as his identiy; that he immideatly thought "Oh, I'm a virus, so I need to spread myself and infect".
I like how even though Alex knows he's a living virus, that the virus has gained a conscious, reasoning and is thinking "Maybe I should do what I wanna do,instead of what spreading myself like a virus should"
You made me laugh.
Damn you, have your thumbs up! I hope you choke on it!
...just don't choke to death on it. I want a chapter 3.
What The Fuck,Indeed
Greek speaking ponies? Hmm I haven't seen that one before. This should be interesting
Haha lol nice
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3725729 You could replace Alex with Dexter and it'll be pretty much the same.
you know...blood everywhere, main character bit of a psycho and sister that says fuck way too much
3725799 bath salts.
What the fuck is good summary. And to be honest...language warning? Seriously? In the story where guts are flying as it would be snow, you worry about language? :d
Anyway. This story earned true fav from me and like. Can't wait for more. I love how you describe gore-after gore scenes. I can "see" the place after fight like it would be....I dunno, two pages-big picture from Berserk manga with corspes and bits lying around.
Dana reactions too, Alex as well. Never thought that you can make a adorable scene with Blacklight and it's "sister". You nailed it.
I'd be very interested in seeing what would happen if Blacklight consumed a unicorn or a pegasi... Or... Dear god... A dragon?!
plz continue
Let The Badassery continue
Another excellent chapter. But all these 'this is the only good Prototype crossover' comments make me sad.
Jeesh, poor Dana. Hope she's alright, both physically and mentally. I mean, this is an apocalypse virus that goes to 11 on the infectious scale.
How was Alex clean? Easy. He feasts on the blood of his fallen enemies! All hail Zeus, God of Bloodshed and Hunger!
Ah, I love Alex constantly sneaking up on Dana. I love Dana's reactions even MORE!
Hehehe, hey Dana, here's a funny story...
Jesus-fucking where did you get that symbol's painting? Did you make that? Did you?! That is awesome!
Codename Zeus, you have NO right WHATSOEVER to be talking about what is and what is not impossible. Also, that whole bit of Dana going 'stop looking at me like you're not fucking with me' was, like everything that comes out of Dana's mouth, pure gold.
I'd like to point out that A LOT of the dialogue in Prototype 1 was of Blacklight talking to himself.
...yeah.
Though I guess he could have been easily thinking those things.
The Good:
This is surprisingly good given the premise. I'm particularly loving the relationship between Blacklight and Dana. This story earned its like and favorite from me.
The Bad:
One annoying flaw in the writing style. You can't seem to decide whether you are writing in present or past tense. I think you are going for past tense, but you keep interspersing it with present tense terms. I strongly recommend you switch it fully to past tense.
Here is an example:
Should be had.
I wonder when they're gonna meet.
lol Another great chapter.^_^ Though, surprised the animals didn't specify to Twilight that the tentacle coming from the chest of the creature... wasn't its own. That it seemed to be forcibly dragged back into the forest.
Other than that, amazingly well done.^^
Excellent
Exquisite
Simply Amazing
Plz continue with the character development and storyline you are doing a great job of presentation
And HOLY FUCK, ML delivers.
This was a great chapter. I love just how you write both Dana and Mercer.
This story has an engaging plot, humorous writing style and fun character interactions. I am eagerly awaiting the next chapter.
Shine on you crazy bastard.
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Keep up the good work. Can't wait to see more.
3727485 sorry I can't bring up the image, but on deviant art look up Danny sexbang, and you'll find a fake movie poster that's what I wanted to post its funny, really. Trust me.
It's beautiful.
That, and I've always like Mercer... Er, Blacklight more than Heller. With a mix of cute, comedy, and excessive bloodshed, this could very well be one of my favourite stories.
3727323 Dude, the monster they were talking about was Alex.
I'm waiting for him to run into a cockatrice and get turned to stone by magic, end of story.
Well, at least he doesn't have to eat one of the ponies to talk to them, that's a good thing.
Sooo, I'm voting for Timberwolves to be the first 'monster' he runs into because when he bashes them apart and they get back up again, cuz your never gonna keep them down...wait, what was I talking about?
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A quick question. Do you think Mercer can absorb timberwolves?
Very rarely I have looked forward to updates as much as with this story. This is gold! Fun, compelling, gory and some of the best character interaction (Alex and Dana) I have seen! Thank you for this.
3726771 Keep in mind though, that he only seemed to do those things while explaining the story of Alex Mercer, his crimes, his victories, and Blacklight's continued delusions.
I'm pretty sure he got over it at about the same time he got over his false identity. Now the question is which pony will he consume for the knowledge he requires?
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What the fuck, indeed.
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I thought it was him explaining it to that one guy who I'm not going to mention because spoilers.
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That was during cutscenes though, I'm talking about during gameplay.
Edit: Like when he's talking about getting to higher ground so he can scope things out near the beginning of the game.
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Ah, crap. I've always had an issue with tenses. I don't even notice when I'm doing that.
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I always felt that it was more for the player's sake. That, and his mouth never moves when he does this, so I always just figured those were his thoughts.
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Your avatar scares the shit out of me.
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...Wow.
How did I not notice that parallel?
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Some people are more offended by vulgar language than they are gratuitous violence.
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Kind of? What I did is I took this symbol (found on Alex Mercer's jacket);
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turned it black, removed some details to account for Angel's memory, and smudged it a bit on a parchment background I found on Google image.
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But thank you for your compliments!
Yall should read Oskar Osakar: True Omnivore.
Its a good [Prototype] crossover, and should be an interesting parallel for this while ya wait for updates.
3727794 Ah. Thought she was talking about the victim he impaled.
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Sounds like Alex to me.