Grell was not sure how it happened really. See, one minute she's procrastinating on doing grim reaper business and the next minute she's not in London an awfully dusty building. How dreadful. She waved a gloved hand in front of her face to wave away any dust and dirt floating about in the air. "What a dreadful place this is." She said aloud, mostly to herself because well... she is alone right? But is she the only one here in the entirety of the place? The reaper looked around the place, slowly taking in her unusual, unfamiliar, and new surroundings.
While Grell did not know what exactly this specific building is supposed to be, she did take in the surroundings, and quite frankly this building is mostly empty save for some things. A few windows with dull sunlight pouring through the glass, stacked boxes in one corner that appear to be taped shut, she might open them later, a couple of wooden, bare shelves that quite frankly looked weak and ready to crumble or collapse, and two doors of course. And that's about it for this place. But there was just one, little thing missing. Well, Grell wouldn't really call it little per say.
It's just that...
Where. Is. Her. Scythe?
Her most prized possession of all, where could it be!? It must've dropped somewhere, right? It's not like it was left behind, right? Right? "Now wait just a minute, where is my scythe!?" Grell exclaimed too seemingly no one. She needed it! What if someone picks it up and takes it with them? Oh, Grell couldn't bear to think about it! She should probably get out of this dusty place before the dust settles on her clothes. Grell rose to her heels, flipping some hair over her shoulder. She proceeded to stroll her way over to the double doors, trying it to see if she was either stuck in here or if she can freely walk outside and see where she was at. Oh, the doors are unlocked!
Grell opened the door and she stepped out, being met with gross heat. So apparently it's hot in this town, and it's still daylight out.
Silence. that's all the trio heard as one by one, their eyes snapped open " Now hold on a god damn minute.. " Fallen slowly said as she raised herself to her feet, slightly stumbling from getting up too fast as she looked at the two males on the floor " Weren't we just in my cabin? " she deadpanned as she looked around. an abandoned pool center. the water had seemed to be drained a while ago unless you count the few splotches of water that dashed occasionally on the concrete pavement and in the deep end of the circular pit. cobwebs were picking up around the crevices and a few cockroaches scurried around the empty pool.
Ghostbur rose to his ashen grey feet in confusion, looking around " But more importantly, where are we? " he timidly asked, keeping his voice calm despite all the red flags that we screaming at him " Looks like some sort of abandoned pool. " Techno heaved himself up, the back of his white dress shirt now soaked with water and a bit of grime. " This definitely isn't our world, that's for sure. " Ghostbur nodded in skeptically at Fallens statement and floated towards the chain fence, simply phasing through it as he fiddled with a lock that had held the door to it closed. with all his might, he ripped the chain off, stumbling backward before falling.
Techno let out a silent snort, to which Fallen elbowed his side, giving a silent, yet stern glare. Jesus christ she looked like such a mother. Fallen scurried over to the door, ripping it open, the movement making a creaking sound before helping up the ghost " You okay, Will? " She tilted her head " Yeah, Yeah I'm fine. just a small pain in my head. but no big deal." he responded quickly " Anyways, how do you know this isn't our world? " The male questioned, confused " Well, first of all, we don't clean out our pools because our water doesn't get dirty, and second, the spiders would be way bigger than that. " She directed her attention to 5 spiders which were crawling up technos arms. Ghostbur hummed, seeming satisfied with her explanation before brushing the spiders off of the piglin hybrids shoulders
" Then where the hell are we? " Techno asked with narrowed red eyes as he stepped onto the shiny black road in suspicion " Because this place is definitely giving me bad vibes. " He stated, the latter deciding to click his HBO and whip out his axe. as his netherite weapon faded into existence, both Fallen and Wilbur did the same. when the blade said something was off, something was definitely wrong. the silence was just the calm before the storm
"Uhh. What the heck happened?" Sonic groaned, pulling himself to his feet. One moment he was fighting off Dr. Eggman's forces, and the next... well, he didn't remember. He tried to reminder, but with no luck.
His head throbbed with pain, and he shook his head, willing the pain to disappear. Sonic also felt that something was different about him, so he looked around for a mirror or something that would show him his own reflection. Again, with no luck.
"Wait a minute. Where is Chip?" Sonic asked, mostly to himself as he looked around for his small red and white companion. Frowning in disappointment as he couldn't see or hear him, Sonic decided to call out for him.
"Chip? Chip? Chip! Where are you?!" Sonic called out.
Down the road from the dream machine trio
Danny was slowly regaining consciousness, having been knocked out after a fight with a new ghost he had never seen before. A groan escaped him, as he felt the cold chill of his ghost sense run through his body.
"Not again." Danny grumbled, opening his eyes as he pulled himself to his feet. As he looked around, and he noticed three figures up the road from him. The half ghost narrowed his eyes. Were they ghosts? Danny figured that they must have been, otherwise his ghost sense wouldn't be triggered.
(mostly)Fallen, Technoblade, Ghostbur Interaction(s): Danny Fenton/Phantom Gorgeous Watchdog
All was normal to the group until she caught Danny's eye. her own eyes narrowed, as Ghostbur and Technoblade looked between each other. Her grip on the axe tightened. a few black feathers sprouted from the edges of her uncovered arms and legs, her gaze still piercing into Danny. She doesn't like new people. or old people. or any people. and so she charged
though before she could get far, the people who were beside her held her arms back. ghostbur was floating upwards more as he struggled to keep a grip onto her, while techno was struggling badly. she squirmed as hard as she could, pushing on both of their faces a few times aswell. " Let go you dimwits!" She dropped her axe by accident, the action making a loud clatter, as techno dropped his aswell to get a better grip on the teen
She used her wings to push both of them backwards, quickly picking up her axe. her feathers seemed to sharpen at the sight of the black haired boy
"S...Sheryl-san?" Came Ranka's meek voice to break the surrounding silence as head rotated to take in her surroundings. Her knees were buckling together gently, unsettled by the darkness which encased her in its shadowy depths. Her stomach was spinning as though her anxieties manifesting as bile being stirred within a cauldron, flaring against her intestinal lining with panic. Her limbs felt numb. "What's going on...?" Something had shifted when she extended her hand, toward the direction of that familiar singing voice in the distance. Now, she was suddenly here, in a vacant city decorated with dilapidated buildings: she could see them through the broken shutters of this foreign house. The wooden floor creaked with each uncertain step she took forward, one of her hands held at her chest while the other pushed open the entrance door and lead to the outside world.
Daylight was still out, but the sun's rays did little to mask the intimidating demeanor of such a seemingly downtrodden city. She released a scream as a rat suddenly scurried by the toe of her boot, thickly gulping afterwards. It was quiet. Too quiet. Her thoughts seemed to reverberate within the walls of her mind, echoing in this silence. "Sheryl-san..?" She decides to call out again, searching for her idol, desperate for her often comforting gestures and words. Sheryl always knew what to do, what to say, she was perfect, but she wasn't here. Not in this emptiness.... In this heat. Ranka tugged at the collar of her jacket with discomfort as she took mental note of the current climate. Copper eyes raked over every visible nook and cranny, looking over everything as she stepped forward with great caution.
If her intuition served her right, this must be the underbelly of the city. Vacant by day, but bustling with illegal activities by night. She made such judgment on the appearance of the buildings, slanted, rusted over and broken. How did she get here? Her eyes flickered from left to right, searching for someone who may bear the answers to her plethora of questions. But still, there was no one to be seen. She must have been walking for two minutes now, footfalls as quiet as she could possibly make them. That was when she heard it; a groan in the near distance. Her hair perks up upon hearing this, raising in a manner very much akin to a surprised dog's ear cocking with inquisitiveness.
"Hello..?" She calls out with a quiver in her voice. Her steps hastened with anticipation now, becoming increasingly desperate to find any other sign of life. "My name is Ranka! Ranka Lee!" She begins as she turns the corner. "I'm ... ! Ahh!!" A scream of horror interrupts her speech as she sees it. The undead, with its deep eye sockets and hanging jaw as it stumbled toward her. There were others that followed too, eviscerated, and maimed, yet still walking forward. They were moving as though a pack searching for prey. Her scream was high pitched and held as her eyes were met with such a sight, falling backward now. She slid on the floor, body trembling as it was taken over by fear. There was no one here that could hear her cry, was there? Was pleading for help pointless in a world like this? This wasn't the Frontier. This wasn't the Galaxy. This was hell: she was almost certain about it.
Wait.... What was that in the distance?
"Help me! Please!" She yells to the figure in the distance with great desperation.
Belphi was snoozing on the wall, With Beezel slowly opening her eyes and lets out a Yawn."Is it History class already-Wait Where are we?"Beezelbub said Her calmness Turning mere Surprise. She looked Around the dirty aging walls and Spiders in the creveas of the ceiling. She gets up looking excited."ooh, Cute Bugs! and this place is a perfect environment for them. She then noticed four other people, One dressed in expensive outfits, Another one a Ghost, one dude, Wearing a D on his shirt, a Demon or a Furry? ANNNNNNND a Girl wearing a Jacket. "Heyo over There Peeps! I've never seen Demons like you guys!"She said. She didn't notice the magpipe Yet. "Shut up, Beezel! I'm Trying to sleep overhere and Your loud yelling is annoying." Beezel turned toward the short demon. "Your Finally awake Shorty!"Beezel said happily. They Didn't like being Rudely awoken by loud mouths, nor red wearing bug demons. Belphi released a sigh, as she gotten up, She noticed the group and then walks towards a door."F this I'm out."They said. Beezel sighed."Typical belphi."She muttered. She noticed Magpipe Finally and let out a Child-like Scream."Get Away from me! Get away!"She said Looking for a place to hide.
Asta had Awoken up all of the sudden."Captain? Magna? ANYONE????"He suddenly Exclaimed. He didn't know where he is or How is he here, but boy He is Confused. He soon noticed a Group a people and a girl with horns just left the room and he looked puzzled as he heard the older girl release a shriek of terror that sounded awfully like a Little child. But then his attention turned towards a blue Beast like Creature, Which Asta looked amazed. "Woah! You soo cool! But What Even are you?"Asta said.
Beam, The Shark Fiend Location: In front of weird building
Beam shot up from the ground of wherever he was. Body violently shaking, his neurons were set a flash with panic as his primal instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. Just moments prior he was…the memory was a total blank. The last thing he could recall was seeing Lord Chainsaw bleeding badly, passing out. But there was a part of him that knew for sure that wasn’t the end of it. He’d been taken somewhere, somewhere he’d never wanted to see ever again, and…and…that was it.
Never mind all of that though, there were more pressing matters for the fiend to think about. Using a close by table he’d hoist himself from the floor, staggering up and immediately scanned his surroundings. He was in a city, but not Tokyo by the looks of it, though there was always the chance he was just in some weird part of the city. Looking at the building he had been the closest to, Beam tilted his head in confusion. Normally seeing the city be in such a wrecked state wasn’t all that surprising state after battles like the one with the Bomb Devil, but the store looked king abandoned, the food put up on display having rotted away to nothing and every surface coated in dust and cobwebs. All of the other buildings too looked to be in the same condition. Just what was this place?
Cupping his hands around his mouth, Beam revealed a set of frighteningly sharp teeth as he bellowed out, “LORD CHAINSAW?!” Hoping the boy in question was nearby. With the state he’d last seen him in it was definite that he was in trouble. Beam needed to find him, and fast. Sniffing the air unfortunately didn’t reveal any sign of Lord Chainsaw’s scent, but Beam did pick up on something else. Sevils, two or three of them. And these weren't the ones with the eyepatch Lady or Santa Claus either. Gritting his teeth, Beam supposed they’d be a good start as any.
Getting a running start, he’d lunge onto the ground, looking as if he was going to face plant before at the very last second suddenly pluming beneath the hard concrete surface as if it were simply water. With all that was left above surface being the shark fin atop his head, Beam hurriedly swam through the city, tracking the devils by their stench. It wouldn’t take long before he’d come across someone. Pulling his head up from the floor, Beam stared up at the person intensely, his eyes being flooded with the strikingly red hair and garb of the stranger. Tilting his nose up towards them, he’d soon realize that this wasn’t one of the devils he was searching for. But this stench was totally different. Not human or devil. In fact, he’d never smelled once something like this before. Should he be worried? Was this some kind of new enemy? Slowly the shark man pulled himself up from beneath the floor, still continuing to stare at the woman, which with his lack of visible eyes, must have made it even further an unnerving sight for anyone to behold.
Ghostbur slowly sank back as he was pushed away by Fallens wing, barely able to register was she was doing before more feathers sprouted up her arms. he shared another look with techno, Both slightly nervous about what was to come. Ghostbur casually faded out of existence to the others who had seen them. Technoblade continued to keep a grip on the rabid teen that was trying so hard to attack the half-ghost that remained 20 feet away from them.
The ghost male floated his way over to Danny, shoving him forward slightly with his foot as he passed, letting out a small, yet haunting giggle. it was a good thing he was invisible to others, otherwise, he would be in deep shit. afterward, he let himself phase over the Beezelbub, and tapped her shoulder, allowing her to see him with a bright smile " Hello!" He held out his hand to shake, his blue staining his fingertips.
"I'm a hedgehog. My name is Sonic." Sonic said, turning his attention to whoever called him 'cool' and asked what he was. Though, his blue ears twitched as he heard a child-like scream. It didn't sound like Chip, but it needed to be investigated.
"Sounds like someone's in trouble. I'll be back in a bit." Sonic said, getting on all fours and taking off in a werehog dash.
When he arrived at the source of the scream, he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but stopped as he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He heard snarls, but they didn't sound like any living creature. The reek of decay and death hit his nose too.
"Zombies? What kind of world did Eggman send me to?" Sonic asked, mostly to himself as he turned to face the crowd of undead.
"This shouldn't take long." Sonic said, before reaching out with elastic arms, removing the heads of at least two zombies, being mindful about about being bitten.
"Really? You've got to be kidding." Danny said, before shifting into his ghost form. He fired a ghost ray at the hands holding the axe, looking to disarm the girl, or whatever she was, coming at him.
He glanced behind him though, as his ghost sense went off yet again. So, was this creature a ghost? Shaking his head to refocus himself, he turned his attention to the woman that was charging at him, to see if he had disarmed her.
"Help me..! Somebody!" Her voice ridden with tremors as she pleads to anyone who lent her a passing ear. Tears welled within her eyes, flicking off the tip of her green lashes as she tightly closed them as if to shield herself from the sight of rampaging undead which approached. "I'm going to be eaten.." Was all she could think with disbelief, the mental image of their clashing teeth remaining present. But then she heard it: the sound of approaching footfalls, and so hasty they were. Someone had heard her cry..! Realizing that, Ranka felt as if she had been gifted with a miracle by the universe, though stomach still whirring with leftover fear and adrenaline.
Hesitantly, she allowed her eyelids to part, gazing upon the one who had come to her rescue. She flinched at what stood before her, hunched there with elongating arms which struck the attackers. She could only see its back, which was blanketed over with prickly strands of fur. Its attacks stilled the zombies with just a few hits, and though the sight horrified Ranka—who instinctively shrieked at the sight of heads flying in the air—there was still a sense of gratitude she felt toward this creature who had protected her. With eyes fluttering open again, she watched its movements with awe, how smoothly and quickly it managed to move despite its stocky frame. She was left in wonder and curiosity, though greatly disturbed by the amount of bloodshed occuring just in front of her.
When silence fell upon them and no zombies were left standing, Ranka thickly gulped and stuttered out random sounds: "Um.. Ah.. I...." She attempts to start, lips pursing as her eyes scan over the scene. Her limbs trembled as she sat there on the street, knees buckling and hand held delicately at her bosom. "What... are you?" She manages to say, her words falling from her tongue with an audible accent. "My name is Ranka.. Ranka Lee!" She introduces herself to it, eyes flickering between attempting to exchange eye contact with the other, and to the zombies which it had just decapitated. "Thank you!" A breath, "You saved me.. I was almost...." She gulps again, the reality of the fate she had just faced settled in. She had narrowly escaped it. If it wasn't for this creature, she would have...
Shaking her head as if to shake away recurring thoughts away with it, she balled her hands up and pressed one into the ground, while the other remained on her chest. "Thank you..! Really!" She slowly pushes herself to her feet, attempting to calm the trembles which rendered her legs to become naught but jelly. She wasn't sure how to express the gratitude which filled even the bottom of her heart, the overwhelming desire to be able to repay this kind animal. Yet somehow, she manifested all of those feelings into a determined stare which she stared at the other with, hoping that that look would transmit all of the feelings she couldn't verbalize.
TW: Mention of violence ((not yet committed uwu ))
The pink-haired males eyes slightly widened before he let go of the redhead who seemed to stare at her axe on the floor. her beloved axe... has a crack. she looked back up at the ghost boy and let out a sickening laugh, more feathers seemed to appear on her skin. she finally stopped as she stared at him. she clicked her HBO, equipping her armor one by one. each plate appeared onto her, making her scary aura for more terrifying. it was as terrifying as the snarls and growls that were endlessly rippling through the empty city
" Im giving you five seconds to run, boy. " Magpie started after she equipped her sword. each father prickled in anger. techno giving up on trying to restrain her. he simply sat on the curb and watched with an amused grin forming. " Five.... " She innocently started to take long strides towards danny with full intentions of breaking his legs
"Four... " She began to slow down as she neared, a rather psychotic grin forming on her face " Three.... " Fallen cracked her knuckles as she clenched her sword tightly, twitching a bit " Two... " She suddenly flew up, doing it so fast that she seemed to disappear, and landed behind him, placing a cold hand on his neck and lowered her voice to a whisper.
Beezlebub Started trying to calm herself down, because She didn't like seentg a GIANT BIRB GIRL. Today seemed not like the perfect day, that she thought she was going to have, but She did think if the others was here, She soon looked like she was daydreaming, but her Daydream-like Daze Was snapped out because one a dude who was floating and tapped her shoulder. She let out a yelp of surprise."What The Hell Dude! I didn't See Ya!"She said. Beezle wasn't used to people tapping her on her shoulder.
Meanwhile With belphi..... Belphi was outside taking a walk and whistling. The sin of sloth notices that the buildings That they passed by were old and cracked with some vines growing on them."Hmmm, This I awoken too seems Abandoned.... I better Scout this place with Beezle once I rrieturn or something."They muttered. Belphi then turned around when they heard a cross between a Moan and a Snarling sound spotting a few zombies. They Grinned a bit."I guess, I have some fun slaughtering these Zombies with some ice."They said. Suddenly a Whole barrage of ice at the zombies Piercing their flesh and Headshotting one. Belphi Suddenly attacked one with their claw-like nails.
Asta looked at Sonic and nodded."Oh Okay!"he said. But he looked at Sonic."Hey let me come with you!"He said. The White haired boy Suddenly Started chasing after The Werehog, he suddenly heard snarling sounds and Took out his grimore and his sword and attacked the zombies with his giant sword, but he looked surprised at what sonic can do."Woah! You can Do that! Awesome!"He said. He looked surprised.
Simon "Ghost" Rily
Location: Ice Cream Parlor -> Streets
Simon woke up with a gasp, the feeling coming back to his body. "Roach..." He called out, weakly. He attempted to sit up, but his injured shoulder prevented him from reaching peak efficiency in doing so. He then realized he had the DSM in his gloved hands, specks of blood covered it. "Bloody bastard..." Ghost murmured as he referenced the traitor, General Shepherd.
He placed the DSM into his vest pocket, and picked up his M4A1 SOPMOD. He couldn't remember much beyond Shepherd shooting Roach and going for the DSM before...something happened. Ghost nearly got sick of thinking about a dying or possibly dead Roach, he was the closest thing to a friend he had.
Rily exited the Ice Cream parlor silently, then noticed something off. This town, city, whatever it was, was definitely an American place. But it looked like a warzone, similar to Afghanistan before Makarov launched the nuke. He heard voices a good bit down the road, and took cover quickly. He was unable to tell whether they were playing dress-up or filming a movie, but he swore he saw something short and blue move at inhuman speed.
And who...what were they fighting?
What is she doing standing around here in this gross and icky heat? Well, it's not like that building was any better in terms of temperature. This is definitely way different than what she's used to. And where is her scythe? She is not... finding anyone else or finding a way out of this town until she gets it back! Whenever that would be. But still, Grell really shouldn't be standing out here in the open as if she's dazed and confused.
She ran a gloved finger through long, red locks of hair as she pushed her glasses up with her free hand. Right, she should probably start moving away from this dreadful building and checking out the other buildings dotting the place. See if the scythe had somehow dropped in one of the other buildings.
Well, that was until she was so rudely interrupted! How rude of them. Interrupting her and stopping her from looking for her most prized possession! It's more so the fact that they came from... under the ground? Well... they like... shot up from the ground. Grell was quite frankly taken aback. "Sir, you dare to startle me like that?" Hard emphasis on the word 'me' to be specific. Her chartreuse eyes looked at the stranger up and down to take in the rather interesting appearance of said stranger.
Grell has never seen someone like this before! Hmmmmmm. Have they seen her scythe? Maybe? Perhaps? No matter right now. "You. Your name, give now."
Beam, The Shark Fiend Location: In front of weird building
Frowning, Beam took a small step back from the stranger as he rose his hands up to show a lack of ill intentions. Well, if this really was in fact an enemy then surely they would’ve attacked him by now. Maybe they really were just a human that happed to smell weird for whatever reason. In that case, no wonder they’d be startled by a devil suddenly showing up in front of them, considering more often than not that meant quickly becoming their lunch. Hoping to defuse the situation, Beam complied with the stranger, offering up his name. “Beam, Devil Hunter! Par’ of Tokyo Special Division….” He’d stop to quietly count the fingers on his hand, before looking back up at the red head with a toothy white smile. “-four!”.
Hopefully they wouldn’t be so scared anymore knowing that he wasn’t just any other run of the mill devil. Even if she didn’t know what Tokyo’s division was, the words surely must have sounded fancy enough to seem legitimate, Beam had to practice for a long time just to remember them all. Though now that he thought about it, hopefully the stranger didn’t know much about the Public Safety Devil Hunters since he wasn’t exactly allowed to just simply go out and be seen by the common human population. Lord Chainsaw always shouted at him when he did. Oh well, maybe he could convince the stranger he was on some kind of special business if they started asking too many questions. With his name out of the way, what next?
Ah ha! Interrogation seemed like the best idea. “Redhead, where’re we?” Beam asked with a small tilt of his head. As if to remind himself of the obvious, Beam scanned the surroundings once more, concluding that this definitely was not any part of Tokyo he knew of. Beam would catch another whiff of the devils’ scents, a reminder of the potential danger at hand. Hopefully they hadn’t already begun wrecking havoc by now. Though, as he picked up on the pungent odor of blood and rotten flesh, Beam doubted that the situation would so fortunate.
“Shit shit shit!” He really couldn’t waste any more time than what he already had. Who knows what the people at top would do if they knew Beam hadn’t stopped the devils’. He’d glance back at the redhead, almost nearly forgetting about them entirely. Right, he should warn them. Doing a shooing motion, Beam urged them to evaluate, warning the redhead. “Devils nearby, should hide!”