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pogaytosalad · 3 years

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Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

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mare-sanguis · 5 years

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Part. I of my Monty x Winston fic (with some grammar mistakes but not even my german is good even though its my mother tongue lol)

Inspired by a post by @theawesomedashing (I hope its ok .-.)

He was furious. They really dared to ask him if he killed Bryce. His friend. He was his best friend so why in the fucking hell would he kill him? Sure, they had differences and in the end they werent best friends anymore but that wouldnt be a reason for him to kill Bryce. He wasnt this mad at him to take his life. Bryce was everything he had- but he screwed everything up.

But... asking him if he killed Bryce Walker was to damn much for him to take. His father was pulling at his last nerves and then Clay and this annoying new girl showed up.

He watched his dad who was still laying on the ground, in this dirty grass at the front door. This drunk piece of shit made his whole life a hellhole. He always wanted to get out of this but he didnt know how. He felt like no one took him seriously enough.

Until the day at the rich kid part where he met Winston.

He was the first and only one who took him seriously. Who was trying to help him. And the worst thing? He couldnt tell him what he did wrong because then he would lose him too.

He still was watching his dad who tried to stand up- staggering around. Because this bastard was drunk as fuck. But Monty didnt care. This man made everything worse. He didnt care that he was drunk and defenseless- he just had to pay for everything.

So he took another hit and slammed the baton right against his face. His dad staggerd backwards, still holding a bottle in his hands as he reached out to grab his sons collar and slammed the bottle against his head- it smashed into little pieces and left a huge wound on Monty head. Fresh blood stated to run down his face. He hissed. It hurts like hell. So he still was able to feel... pain?

His father lost balance and fell to the dirty ground again. Monty just watched him- not pitying him in any kind of way. He wished he could kill him so everything would just stop right now... but he knew he couldnt to it. It wouldnt be selfe defense if he' told the police- nobody would believe him.

So he just took a second hit. And another- and another. Until he was left breathless and his dad wasnt moving.

Good for him.

He took a last look at his piece of shit father and then went inside again. His mother just stood there, looking. Did nothing, just yelling something at him. Drunk. Too.

As he was now standing in his room he looked down on his hands. So much blood. Blood was still dripping down from his head, staining his clothes. His knuckles were red too.

He threw the baton away, realising that he had to get away from here. Before his father was going to wake up.

He reached for his phone but his hands were shaking because of this much adrenaline.

At the 3rd attempt he was able to grab it- he opened up his contact while leaving blood stains on the display. He looked through all his contacts.

There werent much left anyway.

Until he saw whom he was looking for. Winston. His salvation.

The last message he sent him was days old. Nothing special. This time it was an emergency.

"Can I please" his fingers were still shaking so he sent some of the words separately. "Come over?"

He waited. And it took him just some seconds to get a response back.

"Sure you can. Did something happened?"

"No" "I just thought" "I want to see you."

He put away his phone, grabbed his car keys and rushed outside again. There he stopped at his unconcious father. How he just wanted to end this all.

As he reached and got inside the car, he drove away. Adrenaline still rushing through his vains- the desire to kill. Not just his father but maybe himself to. Driving himself off a cliff or against a tree. Would anybody even miss him? Would anybody notice?

He took the route to Winstons house and parked at the huge front area.

Winston was already at the front door as he heard his car.

Monty stepped outside- at this point his head was throbbing. Not just because of the hits, but also because he still could hear his father yelling at him.

"What happened? You're covered in blood...." Winston said- in him sweet, calm voice, reaching out for Monty as they were in front of each other. But he pulled away- didnt let Winston touch him.

"Come inside- no one is home. I get you something to clean you and your wounds up." He followed him inside.

"Please sit down."

He was to weak to protest so he just sat down on a chair in the kitchen he followed Winston in.

Winston was gone for some minutes but came back with a wet towel and a first aid kit.

"Dont say anything. I can imagine what went on- but if you want to talk, you know I'm here for you."

Monty just sat there, looking at him while he cleaned up all the mess that was left behind on his skin after the fight with his father. He watched him as he cleaned up his wounds. He felt his soft touches and his warm fingertips. It made him feel like he was finally home. Like he finally found a place to stay. A place he could rest and go to sleep.

"My dad and I had a fight. He beat the shit out of me- than Clay and this annoying girl were there. They accused me of killing Bryce. It made me angry. After they left all I wanted to do is to kill my dad- so I beat him up. Until he was unconcious. He still wasnt moving as I drove here. I dont want to go home. " He blankly blank said, not moving, not blinking

"You dont have to if you dont want to."

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Winston sat in a chair- across the table: Deputy Standall.

"He didnt kill him. He never could. You know who killed him- but you wont admit it because its a shame that a deputies son is the killer. Its ok to frame someone who was already at charge of something else isnt it? To frame someone else who cant defende themselves because they are dead."

He said while pulling out an envelope.

"Thats enough evidence where he was that night. The real culprit needs to pay- no matter if hes a deputies son or not. Everybody has to pay for the wrongs they did but no one has to pay for stuff they didnt do.

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(So thats the first part of some short Monty x Winston one shots I have planned. I think every os ends with present Winston talking to someone about Monty.)

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