Prologue

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It didn't matter what you were doing. It didn't matter where you were. All that mattered is that whatever it was - whether you were on the verge of certain death, or enjoying a long rest after a hard day of work - you weren't there anymore.

It started with a slight, buzzing pain in the back of your neck. The kind of pain that feels like a bee sting... only without the annoying spot that often accompanies it. Maybe you tried rubbing it? Or maybe you just let it be. But whatever you did - it didn't matter. That sharp pain only grew stronger and more apparent within a very short amount of time. Eventually, it had crept from the back of your neck and into your head. And from there? Well, from there it was only a matter of time before you felt your brain functions shut down one by one.

First you lost feeling in your arms.

Then your torso.

And then finally, your legs.

And as you collapsed to the floor, the last thing you remembered hearing was a faint buzzing sound in your ear... before you were inevitably out cold.

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You awoke to a rather... dull setting. Whether or not it was worse or better than your original home was up to the eyes of the beholder. The point was clear, though - you definitely weren't home anymore.

The room itself was rather large. It had to be, after all, so that way it could hold this many people. So many people were here... it was hard to count them all. But they all looked to be just as confused as you were. The room itself was rather empty, though. Almost... barren? It wasn't entirely white - more so a boring shade of dull grey.

It took your eyes a moment to adjust, but once they did... it became all too clear what was happening.

You were trapped. And how did you notice this fact? Well, surrounding you all was a large, see-through glass cage. The glass expanded far overhead, making it large enough to contain each and every one of you with no issue whatsoever. Even the bigger ones with the more fancy weapons. Above the cage was a platform, with a railing standing overhead. And on top of said railing stood a woman, who stared down at you all with an emotionless expression.



"Mister Luthor will call you up to see him shortly," the woman stated, her voice as flat as her appearance. In her hand appeared to be a clipboard of sorts. Were they running tests? "Please remain calm until then."

With that, she turned to leave... only to be stopped by a scraping noise at the back of the cage. Should you turn to maybe find said noise in question, it would become very clear what it was soon enough. It had been the scraping of a bat along the ground. A bad covered head to toe in barbed wire. And the man holding said bat was a tall one - with broad shoulders, a beard, and a leather getup that could put motorcycle fetishists to shame.



"Now ain't this somethin'?" the man asked as the bat was promptly slung over his shoulder. He looked past the other people in the cage - right into the eyes of the lady on the outside. He licked at the inside of his cheek before turning and gesturing outward to the denizens around him. He seemed to be sizing the rest of you up. "I mean - the rest of these assholes look particularly weak as SHIT-" those words were accompanied by a small dip of the knees, before he continued. "But you managed to fit me and my gargantuan, beach ball sized NUTS in here, and I respect that. So!" The bat was given a good spin, before its business end was dropped to the floor beside him. "I'm willin' to give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume that you don't know who I am, or what I can-HRRRRRRGGGG!!!"

The man's monologue was cut off by the sound of a sharp scream escaping his lungs, as he fell to the ground with his hand on his head. Almost collapsed, really. The woman's expression didn't change all the while while he spazzed out.

"It would be wise for the rest of you to use this man as an example. Do not threaten us. Mister Luthor will see you shortly."

And with that, she left the room, and whatever was impairing the bearded one's brain was cut off. He was left there, breathing and gagging heavily as a pool of drool spilled over and onto the ground.



"Fuckin' jackass....' A much older, more disheveled looking man muttered from the corner of the cage, before shaking his head and turning away from the sight.

With that, you were all left to your own devices... for now, at least.

Maybe now would be a good time to get to know each other?

Cast List
@midle1998 as Captain Falcon (F-Zero)
@teapartybs as Tosai Furesawa (NEO: The World Ends With You) and Sarah Miller (The Last of Us)
@Lazaro1505 as Dismas the Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon) and Natal (DnD OC)
@Thatguyinastore as Negan Smith (The Walking Dead) and Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
@Cloaked as Ralsei (DELTARUNE) and Beowulf (Skullgirls)
@StaidFoal as Corvo Attano (Dishonored)
@Jeff Jones as Kaname Date (AI: The Somnium Files)
@Critic Ham as Doomguy (DOOM)
@Kagebaka as Sougo Tokiwa (Kamen Rider Zi-O) and Penny Polendina (RWBY)
@Chung as Duke Nukem (Duke Nukem) and Jeff the Killer (Jeff the Killer)
@TheElenaFisher as Ciri (The Witcher 3) and Tess (The Last of Us)
@Lovers Arcana as Valentine (Skullgirls)
@ratKing as Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)
@BoltBeam as Red Riding Hood (Mary Skelter Nightmares)
@TheRealMonaMona as Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII)
@darkred as Thomas Sinclair (Killzone: Shadowfall)
@Lmpkio as Gojira Nautica (Godzilla (Alt Universe))
@Spooky Birb as Dris Mocitch (DND OC)
@Yamperzzz as Voss Boris Eierkuchen (Tembo OC)
@duskkyy as Super Mario (Super Mario Bros.)
@QizPizza as Elissa Tähtinen (OC) and Maisha Arbintz (Star Wars OC)
@Smoking Peanut as Baldwin, the Leper (Darkest Dungeon)
@Edyfum0 as Ben Birdland/Bigband (Skullgirls)
@ProfSpacecakes as Toshinori "All Might" Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Captain Falcon wokeup, having slept on his back didn't know how he got here. He was contemplating his place in the universe on the beach of Isle De Falcone, one of his three private islands. All the contemplating he was doing made the pilot tired and slept away on the beach under the rays of the warm afternoon sun. He looks around and sees all the other varying characters in what appears to be a cage. He processes this for a moment until he finally concludes "I didn't think Master hand would take the Gladiator Edition for the Smash tournament seriously...That or I'm dreaming that I'm about to get canablized...I'll let whoevere's about to eat me know that you're gonna have a tough time getting by the spandex! I'm pretty certain it's attached to my skin at this point...And the mere fact of that kinda scares me...!" He yells out as he stands to his feet.

Mood - Positive
Status - Healthy
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It had happened quicker than she thought. While ascending to the surface alongside her family of choice - her friends - something strange happened. Weakness. A sharp pain that spread throughout her entire body, and before she could even react to it, she was collapsed on the constantly rising floor. The chill of the air and atmosphere settled around her as ringing was occupying her ears. The place she used to be, her home world, was no longer important - for now. A trip that was all too familiar - and when she next awoke, she groaned as she bore witness to an almost featureless and apart from a bunch of people in it, was empty to go with the aforementioned quality. Oh, and a glass cage. Being stared down at by someone who says a 'Mister Luthor' will be with everyone here soon. Yeah, sure, whatever.

Sighing heavily and shaking her head when she then heard the voice of another person within this captive space - a man with a bat hanging over his shoulder, one end in his hand, and the next thing she knew was, before she or anyone could even respond, he shook violently and every single ounce of his weight crashed to the ground, lifeless. Unconscious. Though she wore a disgusted and somewhat offended expression in regards to what he said, she didn't quite think he deserved that, whoever he was - even if he was immediately... vile? Disgusting? Shaking her head with some ounce of fear from the shock therapy to shut this man up and leave him on the ground, she was... not sure what to even do. After a bit of quiet contemplation to herself, she nodded and ran over to where he had fallen. Sure he was a stranger, but the better part of herself was telling her - how bad is the damage he just took?

As she loomed wordlessly over this lifeless but still breathing body, she first looked for any injuries - though she doubted to find any at all - and tried to verify if his heart was indeed still beating, just resting her hand right against where his heart should be within his body. After doing this for only a few seconds and with his living heartbeat verified, she would back away after retracting her hand, sighing and turning around to everyone else.

"...He'll be fine. The first impression was poorly chosen, but he'll make it out alive." She called over her shoulder and her hood, having taken no real time to analyse the group and everyone who was here just yet. Her more protective instincts are on the move right now, and right now, resisting them would make her feel even worse if something actually happened. "...Right then! So, forget about him for a while - lovely situation we're in, strangers!" Suddenly raising her voice with newfound energy as opposed to her former tone - which was notably more serious and quiet, she bore a wide smile on her face as she tried to incite conversation among this expansive group.

Current Mood: Somewhat annoyed, calming down from initial awakening
Physical health: 37/37, healthy
Mental health: 20/100, slightly stressed

Darkness… a thing that has existed with mankind for all of its years. Within it, lies many horrors and beings that go unnoticed by the human eye, unless, if one were to purposely go into such danger within the very crevices they hide within. And he was all but used to facing against such a threat. Yet, once again, he finds himself in strange darkness, seemingly floating across the very air itself, or was void the better term for it? He couldn’t tell, for all of his senses had failed him, and he couldn’t even open his own eyes or twitch even a single limb. It was as if he was left floating adrift, left alone… with no sense of ‘direction’ or ‘location’, he just existed, a fate worse than death. Before this, he was sitting alone, tending to a campfire near a road, having just slain a group of bandits that had attempted to gain wealth from his own misfortune. Heh, as if they had a chance against this veteran who went to the very depths of the Earth itself and defeated what most others would call a ‘God’, yet, all it took was a sharpened blade and a well-placed shot in order to render it dead for the count.

And yet, here he is… seemingly stung by something that had knocked him out for the count. Was he dead? Did he meet his demise to an untimely and unpredictable event? Was he… finally gonna meet Reynauld once again… no, it wasn’t true. Especially for the fact that he was just regaining control to his limbs and senses, the sounds of breathing entering his ears once more, and what appears to be voices. Quickly awakening, adrenaline was rushing through the man’s veins as he shot up from his prone position, quickly getting into a fighting position with him drawing both thunder and lightning from their respective holsters, the dagger and flintlock pistol ready to claim the life of the closest man that attempted to get close.

And yet, instead of someone being nearby to face him, he was placed in a far stranger environment. A glass cage, and along with him, were even stranger figures. The Highwayman did not put down his guard at all, keeping an eye on everyone nearby and checking behind his back to make sure nothing was sneaking up on him. But the voice had snapped him to attention, belonging to some woman who was gonna have them meet up with someone named ‘Luthor’. From what appears to be happening as well as the words alone, he can probably tell this is some sort of shady business now, whether or not it’s an actual business. Whoever this man was, he clearly had the resources and time in order to capture the lot of them and put everyone here in a glass cage as if it would stop them. Well, he escaped from his share of prisons alone, so he was sure he can get out of this small annoyance like any other.

Taking a glance to the rather overconfident and rudely mouthed man that is sure to make even the filthiest of Bandits speechless at his words, he certainly gave a small sigh as the man finally got his karma, seemingly from something like that of the cultist’s magic and fell to the floor. If anyone wants to help him, it wouldn’t be him. He was far more busy in figuring out what this place is.. as he ignored the weirdly dressed man in blue nearby speaking about a ‘spandix’ of all things, and started to take a look around, mostly by testing the glass cage with his dagger, aiming to see if it were to scratch. If it did, perhaps with their combined efforts and coordination, they can break through out of this place, although, after seeing what happened to the club wielding man, he wasn’t one to risk getting stopped before they can even make a crack within the wall.

And so, with a sigh, the Highwayman decided to go to one of the walls of the cage, putting his weapons away, before leaning against said wall. Only giving a couple glances around and paying kind to conversations around him, he can only say to himself:

“Out of all the things I could have been going through right now… being in some glass prison with many other people of strange origin is surely not one of them. Heh, guess fate does has many surprises now…

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The young rat-folk huddled in a tree branch, high off the ground, feeling the sun on their un-hooded face... It was a perfect contrast to the cool breeze in their fur, and the scents of the surroundings made them feel loose and quite pleasant.

And then, Dris felt it. Felt the horrible, sudden sting in their skin, felt it somehow dig under their clothing and fur. It made them nearly fall off- NO they DID fall off their branch, careening down the tree and landing on the soft forest ground as they felt their body go numb, no matter how hard they fought it, felt things begin to fade, away, away... gone...

The moment they awoke, they jolted up onto their paws, looking around at-at- so MANY other people, too many people, too many figures, NONE TRUSTWORTHY, ALL DANGEROUS!!! And-and the light, the way it hit their eyes, made them snarl and cover their eyes with their hood, trying to adjust. They had lived in burrows most of their life, they weren't USED to these-these BRIGHT LIGHTS!

They squinted, their vision hazy, but slowly adjusting... and the sound of some- gross- MAN-THING from behind made them turn around, to see... some... LADY???

Dris didn't know what to make of it... so... not even taking a moment to listen to the woman talk, they hurled themselves RIGHT at the glass, scratching at it, trying to cling like it was one of their old trees.

Of course... since it was glass... they fell back down, landing on the smooth floor.

"WHAT- THIS?! YOU-YOU!!! YOU STRANGE- Err..." Dris looked behind themselves at the sound of some... other weird man-thing... and stared at him in confusion...

And then watched him collapse to the ground in pain...

And the little 3 foot creature...

Laughed, and pointed at him.

"AAAAGHAAAHAAA!! SSSSTUPID BAT-MAN-THING!! VULNERABLE AND W E A K!!"

Their voice was guttural, and goblin like, growly, and their teeth showing through their smile, they were sharp and pointed, rodent like!

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Date slowly sat up as he rubbed the back of his head. The last thing he remembered was that he was trying to get some sleep on the couch...then the sharp pain in the back of his head. He looked around at the others, sighing. Great, he got group kidnapped with these other people, turning his attention up to the lady. As she talked he stared at her for a bit then shook his head, eh she was probably a 4 in his book.

He picked himself up as he looked over to the man with the bat, who seemed to be having fun insulting them all, then just as quickly as he started speaking he was shut up, clutching his head. A confused look came over date as he walked over to look at the man's head, what could have caused that to hurt him? Obviously the chick must have put something on all of them...or maybe even in their heads. He ignored the man in spandex and some sort of helmet as he shouted.

Director “Piercer” Thomas Sinclair
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The Vektan Security Agency or the VSA was busier than usual that day. But the Director Thomas Sinclair was busy doing what he typically did on a normal day. Check the holographic news on the Vektan vs Helghast war, or check more information. Things were going average to not so bad but it was strange. But today was not a normal day.

For a normal office village, normally Sinclair would deny private meetings with anyone at the moment except for Shadow Marshalls at the time.

But he'd feel his neck and suddenly a weird bee sting hit his neck. "Piercer" itched his neck and soon after, his arm became numb along with a lot more. Sinclair didn't even have time to hit something to attract attention to him falling. Suddenly, he was out.

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He woke up in a dull room, mostly in a glass cage with several others.

He felt his head and stood up, quietly. His first instinct was to look around at his surroundings, eying the glass cage around him and seeing if there was a simple exit at the moment. If not, he'd force himself to communicate with the other figures at the time.

He eyed the others silently.
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Location - Some place that isn't hell
Mood - ...
Status - ...

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Sudden weakness was not something I was used to. Losing feeling throughout my entire body did not panic me, however, as I plunged my hands into the head of a snarling Imp and cracked open its skull. I dropped the mangled corpse to the ground made up of gore, blood, and brimestone before turning to survey the carnage before me. Countless demonic corpses lay strewn and I cracked a smile knowing that humanity had to deal with fewer demons despite the growing weakness. It was concerning how rapidly it spread, but I stood tall even as I blacked out.

But I did not awake to demons clawing at my face nor the licking flames of Hell, but instead a… empty room. I leapt to my feet, eyes scanning the new environment for any threats. It quickly became apparent this was not an actual room, but some glass box. My hands balled into fists and I shifted into a boxing stance. My eyes did linger on the other… people that were seemingly as confused as I was. Some human, others not such as an adorable bipedal goat in a green cloth of some kind. Not as adorable as Daisy, but cute nonetheless.

I pushed that out of my mind when a woman spoke from above me. There, on top of a platform was a sharply-dressed woman who claimed a Mister Luthor would call us to see him shortly. I cracked my neck. Whomever this person was would answer for dragging me from demon killing. The slaves of Doom were unceasing in their conquest of worlds and few had the actual strength to oppose them. Others… others were too scared, wicked, or weak to fight against them. So I would have this Luthor send me back, either by his own will or by my forceful hands.

However, some motor-mouth with a bat flapped his mouth and barely a few seconds into his rant, screamed in pain and collapsed onto the ground in a twitching heap. I simply shrugged my shoulders. Was it really a surprise someone would implant something to ensure compliance? Granted, I wasn’t expecting it and it did complicated things, but my goal remained the same.

Afterwards, though, the lady remarked how we shouldn’t threaten them before walking away. I grunted in annoyance. Whatever caused the motor-mouth to spaz out needed to be removed. A pop-up notification that appeared in my HUD informed me Vega was already running a diagnostic scan to find and scrub any malware or viruses in my suit. It would take time, however, so I was stuck here unable to really do anything.

So instead of punching my way through and ending up like motor-mouth, I instead had Vega play some cheery music as I began to dance.



Daisy the bunny also popped her head out of the pouch she somehow manage to stuff herself in and glanced around in confusion at her new environment.

Current Mood: Greatly Confused
Physical Health: Physically fit as a rhino
Mental Health: As fine as a nomadic lone hunter would be

Before… all of this, he was alone, by himself, as always. He was currently traversing through the untamed wilds of the woods, slowly traversing the landscape as the man followed a trail of blood, as from the sky, his faithful companion was traversing the air, following him from above. As of now, he was currently hunting down yet another beast, one that will feed him and allow him to continue his own survival within the unforgiving woods. One dies, and with that death, another lives. Such how they circle of life is out here.

And yet, it was rather strange when something had stung him on the back of the neck. Yet, he wasn’t visibly disturbed by such. Perhaps it was a night insect that he had disturbed and as such, got stung in return. It wouldn’t matter much, he had a far higher pain threshold than most others due to the blessings of the spirits that make him stronger, and as such, it wouldn’t bother him and disturb him from his task. And yet, that pain didn’t go away, slowly growing in intensity, that even his own higher pain threshold wasn’t enough to stop him from recoiling in pain, and stopping in his spot as of a result from such pain. From above, seeing their companion in such a state, Wind flew down from the sky, the Eagle descending down and landing next to its owner, making small squaks that seem to be that of concern and worry, as Natal felt himself to begin slowly losing consciousness. It wasn’t long after, that his body systems finally failed him, and into darkness he went.

For what seemed to be an unknown amount of time later that seemed endless, he had finally woken up, eyes slowly opening as the very senses in his body returned to him. And what a strange place he had woken up to. Surrounded by stranger men and creatures, and encased seemingly in some sort of clear cage shaped like that of a square. The man slowly took a few steps away from the closest individual, his right hand drawing a iron dagger that has seen it’s fair share of use, alert and ready to slice at the nearest hostile that comes into range. And yet, nothing ‘hostile’ came after him, for everything here was greatly confused, just like he was. Perhaps they were taken as well? But why…?

It was then, a strange voice came from nearby, and looking towards it revealed some woman in strange cloth. And speaking the strange language that some travelers and strangers to the woods would say, they said something about… ‘Luthor’ calling them up? Was this the individual that trapped them here? But why would they want to meet up with them? Shouldn’t they have already proven themselves to be far superior, if they had already caught these many individuals and at once he may say.

Especially if the man was capable of harming an individual, even without being in eyesight, after watching a man who clearly ran his mouth a bit too much now, and got rewarded with pain. That was something to be wary of. And so, without another word being shed, the tribal decided to explore his new environment now, listening to sounds of conversation and what appears to be strange noises coming from nearby with the dancing green armies knight, the man walked up to one of the walls. Hmm… perhaps he can try and explore the top to see if the glass was weaker uptop, as he began to call upon the animal spirits of the wild to his aid.

If successful, he would have found a dark green glow to envelop his arms and legs, occasionally flaring our, as if the energy was waiting to be used, to be utilized into a different form. Merely willing the energy into the shape he wanted, his hands and feet began to slowly form the green energy, slowly forming itself into that of seemingly, a set of lizard like limbs covered in scales. However, if one were to look at the underspot of of them limbs, they would have found it to be similar to that of a gecko’s limb. Placing his hands onto the glass wall, he would have begun to traverse the wall up and towards the roof, mostly taking a look around and occasionally tapping upon the glass itself in curiosity. No words were shed from him.

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Voss was floating down the Chicago River late one night in a small, ramshackle rowboat he constructed himself. The events of his latest adventure had left him tired, angry, and most importantly of all, ashamed. But he finally managed to flee to safety and was now making his way toward the Great Lakes. He likely wasn't going to find a way home there, but that was fine by him. He had given up hope a long time ago. His biggest priority now was finding solitude and away from the endless source of trouble Chicago had given him.

The last thing he remembered was when the sea captain was nearing the city limits. At that point, Voss felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck and swatted at it. He believed some kind of bug just bit him, and he continued along his merry way until a short distance later when the sensation of pain suddenly became debilitating. Almost as soon as he was afflicted, the pain migrated to his head and gave him an agonizing migraine. His thought process became slowed and his peripheral vision became dark.

The ex-Phantom attempted to move toward the gunwale of the boat with whatever energy he had left in case he were to get sick, but halfway there, his elbows gave out, and he hit his chin on the side of the boat as he collapsed. He rolled onto his back where he could face the stars. The numbing pain swiftly moved down the rest of his body, until his whole body was left paralyzed in a matter of minutes. Before he knew it, a buzzing blared in his ears before he inevitably fell unconscious...

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When Voss awoke, he was greeted by the barren grey ceiling above him. He hadn't even begun to look around, and yet he could faintly hear the confused mutterings of others around him as his hearing returned. He knew precisely what that could mean, and he prayed to every single god that could be out there that it wasn't the case. He shakily lifted his upper torso up with an arm behind him, and the other rubbing his chin which - at least from what he can feel - had a small gash. The pain soon began to radiate again as he came to.

Voss hesitantly opened one of his eyes while he tended to his jaw. Unfortunately for him, his fears came true: the wide variety of the guests in the room suggested he was in another one of those "multiverse hell" situations. Upon spotting the dull woman in the room, the sea captain could help but mutter to himself as he tried to gently lay himself on his back again.

"... Oh, feck me- AHK!!"

His still weakened muscles gave out on him again, and he fell onto his back hard, hitting the back of his head in the process. Of course, he was fine that time, but it was enough to keep Voss down a little longer as his old body gradually recovered from his ordeal. Even with the whole scene the biker-looking man caused, Voss chose to remain on his back to take a breather.

Best to stay that way.

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Though he had fallen asleep under the faint glow of the Dark Fountain, Ralsei awoke in a strange, cramped cage. He wasn't alone, something he both was grateful for and sad to see, as many others of all shapes and sizes woke up around him. He barely had time to adjust to his new surroundings when he heard the bat-wielding man speak up... and the fall to the ground shortly afterwards. The sight made the fur on the back of his neck stand up, and he almost felt ill upon seeing the blood pool on the floor and the man's gagging. Hesitant to stand, the young prince slowly got to his feet, taking a moment to study the faces of those around him. Humans, a monster, a... dancing robot... and even more humans. Such a sight would have been impossible to see back in his kingdom.



He wasn't in the Dark World anymore, that much was certain.

Walking over to Red Riding Hood, Date, and Negan's position, Ralsei studied the collapsed man. He was in a miserable state, and Ralsei winced at the thought of the pain this man must be feeling. All this, just for being loud? Ralsei wasn't a fan of his inappropriate remarks, sure, but seeing the state he was in, the Darkner knew what had to be done. Holding his hands together as a warm, yellow light enveloped him, Ralsei swiftly lifted his right hand into the air, the golden light dissipating in an instant. To replace the golden glow however, came a series of green sparkles over Negan's body. Negan would feel some of his pain and damage be lifted from him, a result of Ralsei's spell.

"That should help." Ralsei spoke softly with a small smile, the biggest he could muster at the moment, to whoever may be listening. "I think we should... keep our thoughts to ourselves for now."

Sitting down on the ground, Ralsei's smile struggled to stay on his face. This wasn't the first time he had been locked up, but now? He didn't have Kris, or even Susie, by his side. He was surrounded by strangers for a purpose he didn't even know of. Was this punishment? Did he do something wrong? The fear was starting to build as he took a deep breath.



"We could be here a while..." He said the group. "Let's get comfy."

Among the cast of trapped figures was a well-built man wearing clothing covered in wolf pelts. It would seem like this man was from the wild, someone who was raised by wolves and carried a fierce, primal personality.

He wasn't.

"Coulda like," He said, more annoyed than anything, pulling out a folding chair from seemingly nowhere. "Sent a card or something."

Unfolding the chair, he placed it on the ground, and...



Sat down, waiting for "Mr. Luthor" to show up.

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Jeffrey Woods

Well, this happened at the absolute worst time. Jeff was tussling with a final girl who stabbed him in the head with his very own knife. The Teenage Killer was pissed off by how many times she managed to slip away from his fingers, but he has bigger issues now. The knife lodged into his head is killing him or that’s what he thought. He was surely convinced seeing that the feeling of his body started going down from top to bottom. He honestly thought he was finished. Out of all the things that could take his life, this is the least he expected.

The stupidest thing about it was the way she slapped the knife out of his hands. With a frying pan. It's like she's a suburban mom defending herself from an abusive husband.

Once Jeff awoke. He jolted up in a violent rage, trying to find the girl who made a fool out of him, but instead of the cold, unfeeling area he claimed as his domain. He was transported to. . . another cold and unfeeling area, but this time he’s paired up with a bunch of fucking weirdos that make his world look normal.

I mean, come on. A spider themed Superhero? A dancing Space Marine? Is this some sort of dying dream?

“Maybe cutting off my eyelids was a bad idea. I’m fuckin seeing things.” He exclaimed before the pain of the blade in his cranium makes itself clear. “Oh wait, I think it’s the drugged up knife in my head messing with my brain. My bad.”

. . .

“Welp. This is quite the day I’m having.” He sighed, trying to pull the blade off as he grunted with every tug.

Upon waking up, Fret rubbed his eyes, before stretching as if this was just some normal morning... before he realized this wasn't his bed, it was ground.

The former Player scrambled up and off the ground, white shoes squeaking against the floor. Eyes widened, he looked around... armored dancing guy, spazzing man on the ground, a rat- OH SHIT, A RAT. Or is it a Noise..? But this wasn't the Reapers' Game, right?

Right?

Breathing in and out slowly, Fret tried to make sense of this. Okay, he's in a glass cage with people that don't look at all like they're from Shibuya. He may or may not have his family worried sick again thanks to another... maybe-Game-but-he's-not-sure-yet.

Okay! Okay.

Tosai's got this, there's probably some way out. The lady did say that they would be called up soon, so maybe this is just some super weird misunderstanding and they'll be sent home with a pat on the back and a lollipop! Yeah, that- that could happen, in fact, that should happen.

Hopefully.

So, first order of business - ask around to see if anyone's got a clue about this.

Fret dusted off his vest, only to hear slight clinking... clinking? The Furesawa looked around, before opening his vest in an angle that only he could see what was within... and there he found multiple familiar pins, including a Reapers' Pin.

That's all the teenager muttered under his breath. Tosai could have sworn he had thrown that- that thing out after the events of the Game! So does that mean... this really was set up by the Reapers? But this wasn't Shibuya. Maybe this was a variation of that, at least... if he could Scan everyone, it could give him a clue, right?

With that, he focused really hard, and once again was he able to hear fragments of everyone's thoughts... none of them really helped, though! So much for his galaxy brain.

Those thoughtful bits and pieces going away as he unfocused, Fret decided - why not go back to that first order of business! Yeah, should work out juuuuust fine.

So, Fret made his way to the one that tried to spark a conversation in the first place, known as Red Riding Hood. Not that he knew that, of course. He figured that the guy on the floor would be okay, as the Riding Hood said. Fret had a friendly smile on his face, but that didn't mean he was all happy and cheery about this situation. Tosai just prefers to roll like that, y'know?

"Hey, Red!" The former-but-could-be-again Player greeted, waving. According to most, Fret was really approachable - and he may as well be just that right now! "I know you don't know what's going on, right? But, uh... did you get a fancy red and black pin? Just wondering!"

He didn't pay too much mind to Date, but once he caught sight of Ralsei, let's just say he didn't have the same thoughts he had about the rat.

"Oh my gosh... you're freakin' adorable!" Fret squealed out, cupping his cheeks. Those very hands then slapped the aforementioned cheeks, as the Furesawa shook his head. "Sorry, sorry- I'm not used to seeing thin- people like you that aren't Noise."

Fret nodded towards Ralsei's advice, sitting down with one leg out and the other bent up, his elbow resting on his knee while his hand dangled in the air. "Soooo... who're you guys, anyway?" Fret pointed to himself with a free hand, thumb on his chest. "I'm Tosai Furesawa, but everyone calls me Fret!"

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"Dad?"

A familiar voice cried out upon seeing Joel, the source having just woken up not too long ago.

Thank God that Sarah found someone she knew here, right? Sure, this was... obviously not a good situation, but it kind of seemed better than what she was stuck in before. Plus, the Miller wasn't dying! So, that's a huge plus.

She wasn't aware of what may have happened to Joel. To her, he's just the same old and great dad from home. So, well, her just being there may be a bit of a shocker to the man.

Sarah stepped closer, a relieved smile forming on her face. The winger looked at the sources of the commotion around her as she did, but finally put her focus on the older Miller once she was close enough. The girl had her hands to her chest, obviously nerved despite her grin. I mean, who would be thrilled in something as confusing as this? All Sarah wants is to at least know the general gist.

"...what even happened? Both here and home, if you wanna talk about that one. Nothing's really hurting, by the way, I- I don't really know how, but hey, that's good. Right?" Sarah leaned against the wall alongside her father, watching the other captives do their thing.

As Dris's laughter died down into a low, goblin-y chuckle, they took a moment to survey the room with a sly and sneaky grin on their face. Watching such a horrid man-thing face the consequences of it's actions brought such joy to the little rat! But... as they looked around, their smile shifted into a frown... So many... DISGUSTING man-things... Dris despised being stuck with them all! Their terrible, 'clean' scent that smelled of chemicals, the strange odor emitting from their strangely crafted clothes... Their voices, too shrill and high pitched for the Rat's sensitive ears...

"... Eugh..." They whispered, just to themselves, just for them to hear...

The rat took off their leather gloves, revealing a pair of clawed paws, very rodent-like, just like their teeth and legs, and their tail. If it wasn't obvious before, it was VERY obvious now that this little creature was a rat... A rat through and through!

Dris looked around the room again, noticing something that caught their eye... A little... white... fluffy... beast! To them, it looked like a simple goat humanoid creature, they were clueless as to the other's actual origins. But... that didn't matter. There was something comforting about seeing another 'monstrous' creature in this pen with them.

The little ratfolk scampered through the crowd, their little paw-feet occasionally landing on other's covered feet, or their tail brushing against someone's leg, until they reached the strange other-furred creature, crouching down next to him, keeping excellent balance with the use of their tail. Dris truly WAS happy to see at least one other creature like themselves! Otherwise, they would have felt... so... irritated, irritated at everything else!

"... Greetings... other fur-beast... Whooo... are you?"

They tilted their head, and snuffled, smelling Ralsei the way any beast would, trying to determine what he was. But... then they looked up at the other strange man-thing, who was also looking down at the goat-thing, and gave them a angry, toothed look. However, they didn't say anything, just... gave him an angered rat stare...

Which frankly, probably looked more cute than intimidating. Rats often looked very cute from the front.

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Lucifer had been previously walking the halls of hell, looking for a specific door before the pain hit. He had to stop as he held the back of his neck, leaning on the wall as it migrated. An immediately odd and suspicious pain, not helped by the fact he had collapsed minutes later. Everything went dark as Luci fell to the cold, hard ground and found all his senses slipping away. Surely not the end for him yet, more like a beginning to something he probably could have gone without experiencing and been just as happy (if not more).

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Pain is all The Devil felt as everything came back to him, an intense soreness to his skull. Pushing himself up off the floor he kept a hold of his head, groaning at his migraine. Even if there was barely any talking it still hurt, it was horrid and he could have done without the painful entrance. Even for him the lights burned at his eyes, the continuous buzzing of the LEDs being more than annoying. It was too bright, too loud, and most importantly way too crowded. Lucifer needed space to get himself together, flinging his wings out to use as a shield from the fake light keeping the room at an unnatural and uncomfortable brightness.

"Goodness me, what happened to classy kidnappings? I may be a busy man these days, but would it really hurt to ask for an audience first? Maybe even a bloody warning?"

Lucifer groaned, slowly getting to his feat and putting his wings back. With his eyes adjusted to the light enough he could finally look at his surroundings, and what a group this was. He's seen weirder, but he can't help but take note of a few. Especially the one standing off to himself, unusually calm. Something about that man didn't feel right, and it wasn't the anime hair. There definitely wasn't any theme to who they picked, was this some sort of multiveral grab bag of garbage? Even with this rigged claw game you were bound to find at least some gold, one of those gold chunks clearly being Lucifer himself. They should be honored they picked up someone like him! Or.. maybe Lucifer should be grateful he isn't as bad as that douche canoe with the bat.

Clearly these guys had some sort of tech, and whatever it was Lucifer wanted no part of it. Being able to taken even him out was an impressive feat, let alone some of the stronger looking guys here. Just from how they emotionlessly brought Negan to his knees made even The Devil concerned for his safety. What else could they do? Whatever they were planning couldn't be good, no good guy just kidnaps people like this. Or- people, a rat, and a goat? Odd tastes but who was he to judge?

"Well.. clearly we aren't all meant to be here, but I suppose even the greatest of deadly tech has its fuck ups. I know I'm not about to push whatever these idiots have in store, here's to hoping the rest of you have the same common sense."

Sitting down against the glass, Lucifer decided to keep to himself for now. He had no need to annoy the other captives any more than he probably already has. Now was a perfect time for him to pull out the flask, it was the best occasion to use it in (at least in his eyes). Surrounded by strangers and about to meet some mysterious man with the power to take you down just like that? Drink your problems away.

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First there was pain. This burning, tearing feeling paired with darkness and flashes of light. Gaara could do nothing but scream.. scream until suddenly a sharp pain in his neck began to numb his body. When the pain stopped, Gaara closed his eyes, and he finally took the rest his confused body and mind needed...

But then he awoke.

He woke to the sounds of talking, his icy eyes shooting open to watch just as a strange woman walked away from the glass cage Gaara seemed to find himself in. Sitting up from the floor, the red haired boy gazed at the... odd set of people he found himself surrounded by. Quietly he observed. An anthropomorphic rodent, a pale boy missing his eyelids, another anthropomorphic animal.. a goat this time, and many more. He was definitely not back at Suna. He wasn in a place he had never seen before, with blinding white lights buzzing above the heads of all the people. It was odd not knowing how he got here, or where this was. Even the most developed of areas of home were not like this.

Rubbing his eyes, and now standing to his feet, Gaara inspected the cage with a thoughtful gaze, and the man convulsing on the floor. It seemed they were truly prisoners.. and barking any demands leads to punishment. This was not ideal, but Gaara could deal. He's been through worse.

Location:
Undetermined
Mood:
Pessimistic
Status:
Scratched up, but otherwise healthy

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After failing to take a moment and relax, Voss began to develop another headache from his slip-up. Lights began to irritate him, and so he chose to cover his eyes with his forearm. It was at this point that Fret woke up and began to interact with the others in the room. The sea captain groaned in annoyance before barking something at the young boy.

"YOU! Kid over there! Can ye keep it down? Yer givin' me 'nother migraine..."

Voss moved his arm again so he could pinch the ridge of his bulbous nose. The old man had eyebags for days, and it certainly didn't seem like he was in much of a rush to move at the moment. Perhaps some motivation should get him on his feet again?

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