Sub-Zero
So much for the child. He was gone. So much for destroying the room. Monaca's 'commission' was doing that just fine. Spear-like golden rods were strikign through the floor, revealing an empty chasm beneath as the entire room began to fall apart. One attempted to destroy Sonic as it had destroyed Jataro.
The cryomancer narrowed his eyes, before he suddenly slid backward, a path of ice in his wake as another spear slammed through the ground, eradicating where he'd just been moments before.
Tabby made a mad dash for the room the Junk Monokuma had come from, while Tails flew Undyne and led Sonic back through the door they'd come from. It left the Grandmaster with a split-second decision to make. He could tail Tabby, make sure he wasn't destroyed by whatever was in there. Or he could follow the others out. They had Undyne with them, but... there were more of them, and Sonic was fast. They could hold their own.
He'd just need to regroup with them later.
Sliding to the side, Sub-Zero managed to avoid another spear as the room was collapsing. He was already the last one in it now, and the entire place was crumbling from Monaca's Commission. He felt his assumption of a trophy mech had been correct, or at least something like it. Jataro mentioning it as being unbreakable outside of being damaged by its own element was proof enough of that. There would be no attempts to sever these spears with ice. Temperature too, probably did nothing. Then there was the fact that they could destroy a being after they were trophied.
Monaca was indeed cruel... but not dumb, like the others had been.
Propelling himself through the air, Sub-Zero leaped from spear to spear, using blasts of ice to maneuver around ones trying to take him out. Tabby had shattered the wall of ice blocking the doorway, going inside. Foolish tabletoid, believing he could charge alone into a room... or perhaps he'd expected the team to follow.
Regardless, they were split in two now, and that wouldn't change for a time. Coming to a sliding stop, Sub-Zero glanced back as one more spear shot up, blocking the exit out. He was in this room now with Tabby, who was getting his bearings just as the Grandmaster was. Ice encased Sub-Zero's arms like spikes, fog drifting down from the intense cold as he searched for any immediate threats.
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Undyne
"Hold STILL!"
Her spear slammed into the ground, missing her massive opponent for.. what was this? The tenth time in a row? The King stared back at her, giving her a somewhat confused smile as the fish girl whirled on him, attempting to strike him. He dodged again.
"FIGHT ME!" Undyne bellowed, unleashing a flurry of blows that simply failed to land. The King was much faster than her, easily able to avoid her attacks. He wasn't even trying as he continued to give her a look of concern. This was awful. No, it was worse than that. This was completely humiliating. Here she was, giving it her all, and she didn't even match the King- and he wasn't even trying.
After a few more fruitless strikes, Undyne collapsed to her knees, panting as her spear disappeared, and the King cocked his head to the side. "Curious." He said, his voice a low rumble. "What did you hope to accomplish?"
"I was trying to..." Undyne huffed. "To beat you! To prove to you and EVERYONE that I have what it takes to be the STRONGEST monster!"
At this, the King gave her a gentle smile beneath his blonde beard and mustache. "Oh, is that it?" He asked pleasantly. "Would you like me to train you?"
"...Huh?" Undyne was now the confused one as she slowly climbed to her feet, furrowing her brow at the King, who chuckled at her response. "You have a fire about you." He informed. "You've already proven to me that you are a determined person. I would be happy to show you how to knock me down in a fight."
"...You... would?" Undyne questioned, frowning. The King nodded- and the interaction was over. The world rumbled around them, making them both wobble on the spot for a moment. Immediately, Undyne's confusion and frustration was replaced by momentary fear. "What was that?" She asked, edging closer to the King, who looked up to the cavernous ceiling for a moment, and sighed. "It may be best if you woke now." He said.
The fish girl looked toward him, furrowing her brow. "Wake up? What do you-"
A ringing noise was all she could hear for a few moments, alongside blurry shapes and lights through her one good eye. Her body was rocking from side to side. She was being dragged on... something. Undyne's response to this was shutting her eye and turning over on her metal sled, annoyed. "Go home... Papyrus..." She yawned. "Not ready..."
But the rocking didn't stop, and it was impossible to go back to sleep like that. Annoyance increasing, Undyne sat quickly up- and nearly hit her head against a metal bar. She was quick enough to duck back down and avoid it, but the shock was enough to snap her awake. She was riding some sled along through some tunnel. A rumbled sounded behind, and the puller of the sled was Tails. Sonic was nearby.
Undyne blinked.
"...did I miss something?"
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Dr. Kaufmann
The men left the room as Red took a seat. The doctor said nothing in response to Red, simply looking back down to his clipboard and taking a few more notes. Again, he cleared his throat and looked back up at Red. "This is the fifth time you've tried escaping." He stated. "I had hoped the electroshock therapy would have made you more... susceptible to the truth, but it seems you're still resisting. We'll go over this again."
Anything Red would say in retaliation seemed to be ignored as the man pulled a few cards out from under the paper of his clipboard, stacking them in his lap, before holding the first up to Red. "What do you see?"
The image was a rorschach, appearing to resemble two figures slamming their fists together, or perhaps it was a jaguar stalking prey, reflecting through some water. The interpretation was up to Red. Upon his answer, the man would lower the rorschach, and pull up the second card, which showed a woman lying in a pool of blood.
"What do you see?" He asked again. At Red's answer, the man would pull out the third card.
This third one showed a face, crudely drawn and stretched wide in an unnatural way, shadowed and staring. The most disturbing thing about it was the way its skin seemed to be ripping apart, stretched so tightly over its skull.
"What do you see?" The man asked a third time.
Just like for the others, he would lower the card at Red's answer, before pulling out the fourth and final card, which had three questions on it that the doctor read aloud.
"I am going to ask you three questions. I need you to answer honestly, alright? Question one: What is your name?"
He didn't reply to Red's answer.
"Question two: How long have you been practicing witchcraft?"
As usual, the man had no response to Red.
"Final question: Have you been bleeding in any unusual places?"
As Red would give his answer, the doctor would slide the cards back under his page, and begin writing.
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Scorpion
Geo's moves took time to execute. The Split Head was back on him in seconds before the attack could even occur, but it wasn't interrupted, fortunately. As Chief's bullets slugged into the beasts tough hide, Scorpion emerged from the fog again, his katana blazing just as Bennett's had, though the pyromancer's sword was far hotter, scorching through the air as it slashed through the air- and half of the Split Head's right jaw came off, severed from it.
Before it could even howl in pain, Geo's attack was executed successfully, and the ring of fire scorched along the Split Head, paralyzing it as well as lighting the beast on fire. It screeched a loud, long note as Scorpion took a step back. The monster was jerking in place, paralyzed- and Bennett rushed forward with a yell, plunging his sword into the side of the Split Head.
When he pulled his sword out, the beast finally stopped moving, collapsing onto the ground and becoming entirely still.
It was dead. They had won their encounter.
With that, the fire of Scorpion's sword died out, and he sheathed his blade, milky white eyes searching his allies for a moment. Chief returned to them, holstering his Magnum before picking his rifle from the ground and attaching it on his back. "There'll be more. We need to find the others." He stated.
Scorpion had no argument with this. Larger numbers would be welcome. He eyed the Split Head for a moment longer, wrinkling his nose at the stench of its burnt flesh. He hadn't encountered one of these before... but it could be killed. He'd take a thousand of these over the man with the pyramid head.
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Papyrus
The hairy creature was nearly the size of Asgore, but lacked any of the King's fluffy qualities. This loud and violent being didn't even have a cool beard. Just wiry black hair. Slowking formed a barrier with a piece of rubble, allowing himself and Kilton cover as the Brute opened fire. Papyrus could only watch for a moment, confused. Uncertain of how he should react. Until finally, he did.
"YOU NEED A TIME OUT!" The skeleton stated, snapping his fingers. A box of blue bones erupted from the ground, another wall appearing to cover the top, trapping the Brute inside from all angles.
The Brute growled something in his native tongue before her slammed a fist against the barrier- and cried out in pain almost as though he'd been shocked, drawing his fist back from the blue bones.
"SORRY, BUT I CAN'T ALLOW YOU TO ATTACK MY FRIENDS!" Papyrus stated. "ARE YOU A HUMAN?"
"Human?" The Brute laughed. "My cousin craves bones to chew on. Perhaps you will make a good toy." He aimed his weapon through the gaps in the bone wall, and opened fire on Papyrus.
The blue bones disappeared as the skeleton collapsed, crying out in both shock and pain, three shards of crimson needles having pierced through his right shin, and punched through, lodging in his leg, glowing clearly where they were.
The Banished soldier laughed, taking a step forward- before yellow jelly suddenly splashed over his face. He was frozen to the spot for a moment, confusion evident in his eyes as Kilton, opportunistic as ever, dashed away.
By the time the paralysis ended, the Brute let out a loud roar, and his roar was met by a chorus of others from all directions. Kilton found he was running straight into a pack of about nine or so more Brutes, and plenty more were in every other direction.
They were surrounded, with possibly nowhere to go.
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