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@stp-minimum-wage-witch
Her eyes pierce your flesh, reading past your mask and into your thoughts. A hand of hers is clawing the counter she's leaning on, the other tucked behind her back.
The witch got a job here too. Sucks for everyone!
In character quotes look like this
Descriptions like this
out of character like this
And journal entries are this (therapist/clown mandated)
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
*She gives a slight nod, too overcome by pain to use words.*
O—kay.
She takes a breath, clutching one of the blades in her hand, the painful residue of her torment still lingering as the curls her fingers.
This is going to hurt.
She pulls, the wound now freshly gushing blood, each pristine inch of the blade cutting through her again in its leave.
*She nods, gritting her teeth when you start to pull.*
*More of her flesh shifts than what should, and as she tenses her muscles against the pain, you realize that the skeleton of blades inside her is still connected.*
She grimaces as she watches the muscles tense, before being torn through by more unseen blades. Still, she continues.
By the Mound this is...what did she do to you?
She-
*It winces, willing herself to fight through the pain.*
..Bloomed..
She continues to pull as more and more of the bouquet of swords reveal themselves.
That's...awful.
Silence. She keeps pulling.
Why did you come for me?
ive been through worse..
*An obvious lie.*
She didn't even do this to me. I don't care what those, those agents did or what your stupid bird did, this sucks NOW, even if you've been through worse.
*She avoids your gaze, trying not to let the pain get to her.*
*Tears are welling in her eyes again.*
She silently continued the impromptu surgery.
Please don’t cry I do not know how to handle that.
*For a while, the only sound is slicing meat, and the Adversary's quiet sounds of pain. Until she manages to speak again.*
...thank you
you’re welcome…
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
*She gives a slight nod, too overcome by pain to use words.*
O—kay.
She takes a breath, clutching one of the blades in her hand, the painful residue of her torment still lingering as the curls her fingers.
This is going to hurt.
She pulls, the wound now freshly gushing blood, each pristine inch of the blade cutting through her again in its leave.
*She nods, gritting her teeth when you start to pull.*
*More of her flesh shifts than what should, and as she tenses her muscles against the pain, you realize that the skeleton of blades inside her is still connected.*
She grimaces as she watches the muscles tense, before being torn through by more unseen blades. Still, she continues.
By the Mound this is...what did she do to you?
She-
*It winces, willing herself to fight through the pain.*
..Bloomed..
She continues to pull as more and more of the bouquet of swords reveal themselves.
That's...awful.
Silence. She keeps pulling.
Why did you come for me?
ive been through worse..
*An obvious lie.*
She didn't even do this to me. I don't care what those, those agents did or what your stupid bird did, this sucks NOW, even if you've been through worse.
*She avoids your gaze, trying not to let the pain get to her.*
*Tears are welling in her eyes again.*
She silently continued the impromptu surgery.
Please don’t cry I do not know how to handle that.
Army and Spectre are gossiping about you.
Look, whatever they’re saying, Army started all of this. Blackmailing someone is far different from murdering them 2000 times.
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
*She gives a slight nod, too overcome by pain to use words.*
O—kay.
She takes a breath, clutching one of the blades in her hand, the painful residue of her torment still lingering as the curls her fingers.
This is going to hurt.
She pulls, the wound now freshly gushing blood, each pristine inch of the blade cutting through her again in its leave.
*She nods, gritting her teeth when you start to pull.*
*More of her flesh shifts than what should, and as she tenses her muscles against the pain, you realize that the skeleton of blades inside her is still connected.*
She grimaces as she watches the muscles tense, before being torn through by more unseen blades. Still, she continues.
By the Mound this is...what did she do to you?
She-
*It winces, willing herself to fight through the pain.*
..Bloomed..
She continues to pull as more and more of the bouquet of swords reveal themselves.
That's...awful.
Silence. She keeps pulling.
Why did you come for me?
ive been through worse..
*An obvious lie.*
She didn't even do this to me. I don't care what those, those agents did or what your stupid bird did, this sucks NOW, even if you've been through worse.
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
*She gives a slight nod, too overcome by pain to use words.*
O—kay.
She takes a breath, clutching one of the blades in her hand, the painful residue of her torment still lingering as the curls her fingers.
This is going to hurt.
She pulls, the wound now freshly gushing blood, each pristine inch of the blade cutting through her again in its leave.
*She nods, gritting her teeth when you start to pull.*
*More of her flesh shifts than what should, and as she tenses her muscles against the pain, you realize that the skeleton of blades inside her is still connected.*
She grimaces as she watches the muscles tense, before being torn through by more unseen blades. Still, she continues.
By the Mound this is...what did she do to you?
She-
*It winces, willing herself to fight through the pain.*
..Bloomed..
She continues to pull as more and more of the bouquet of swords reveal themselves.
That's...awful.
Silence. She keeps pulling.
Why did you come for me?
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
*She gives a slight nod, too overcome by pain to use words.*
O—kay.
She takes a breath, clutching one of the blades in her hand, the painful residue of her torment still lingering as the curls her fingers.
This is going to hurt.
She pulls, the wound now freshly gushing blood, each pristine inch of the blade cutting through her again in its leave.
*She nods, gritting her teeth when you start to pull.*
*More of her flesh shifts than what should, and as she tenses her muscles against the pain, you realize that the skeleton of blades inside her is still connected.*
She grimaces as she watches the muscles tense, before being torn through by more unseen blades. Still, she continues.
By the Mound this is...what did she do to you?
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
*She gives a slight nod, too overcome by pain to use words.*
O—kay.
She takes a breath, clutching one of the blades in her hand, the painful residue of her torment still lingering as the curls her fingers.
This is going to hurt.
She pulls, the wound now freshly gushing blood, each pristine inch of the blade cutting through her again in its leave.
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
*The Adversary groans in pain, trying and failing to gesture at the blades sticking out of her chest.*
*She only manages to hiss out a single word, which fades into a quiet whimper.*
her.
Yeah– I know it was her.
The blades are from Army, did they break off in her?
Do you– want me to remove these?
random question; do you think adversary can die? like, is she capable of it?
I— don’t think she can, she hasn’t died before but…this is…worse.
*poking your corpse with a stick*
Ow! I’m alive now, idiot!
You still alive?
*The Adversary makes a pained noise in response.*
*She doesn't know how long she's been laying on the floor of @stp-minimum-wage-witch's cave, but the scent of rot has begun to creep in along with that of death. And yet she doesn't get up.*
*Every movement is pain and suffering, as the blades shift in her body. Every shift in position is another hundred wounds for her existence to stitch back together. Every heartbeat, every breath taken, another wave of pain washes over her. And there isn't even a fight to be had for it.*
*Her chest is held open by interlocked blades, in a messy, bleeding approximation of the Fury.*
*The blood dried on her face is streaked through with the empty space left by falling tears.*
Alive again, now the smell in the cave is a heady swamp of blood and gore that cannot be filtered out. This extra moment of contemplation and anger leads her to notice the unfamiliar body laid down on the floor.
ADVY!!!
Has she always been there? Did Witch run past her when trying to get out of the cave the other day?
What— happened to you?
you're... alive?
Hey. Asshole.
It's her again. Why her?
I have some information and your little detective friend. How does that sound? No cost.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
*It's her because she's free now, so of course she'd come for Poppy eventually. Although, as her eyes scan the princess in front of her, its clear to see the loop did leave its mark.*
Well, I'm not one to say no to free information. What is it you want to tell me?
She tilts her head as she glares.
Really? Just a certain yes, not questioning why I'm offering this for free?
I suppose you can infer, but the truth is that Prisoner is dating Army, and has been allowing her into the building without resistance, even hiding her around the place.
*So, that's her plan then: to spread the news of that relationship to as many people as she can. It certainly works as revenge, but how long until this all blows up in her face?*
That's certainly a valuable piece of information- useful, too. And you're right, it is a bit odd for you to share something like this out of the blue, no strings attached. But I doubt you're exactly eager to explain your motivations to me.
*As if they aren't written all over her body.*
You aren't dumb, we both know why. She called her violent little animal against me, and chose to help her over us, all of us. Besides, if you don't believe my altruism idea, then it's just because I'm spiteful, and I don't care what she tries to get back at me for this because she's already done her worst.
Well, whichever one is your main motivation doesn't really matter in the end. The information is still just as valuable either way, after all.
You're welcome. So spread it around, that's the price.
A beat.
What have you been up to while I was gone? Or more accurately, what's been going on in general?
Now, now, you already stated what the price of your information was. Besides, aren't there more trustworthy sources of information you'd rather turn to?
No, you’ve been miraculously spared from her appearances, even though it would be so incredibly easy to just dump you out of that chair and do whatever she finds fun. That leads me to wonder what you have been doing lately, or if you’ve just gotten lucky.
*Her tail flicks. Sure, Witch is significantly underestimating her current mobility, but that's still not a particularly pleasant situation to imagine...*
*Completely helpless.*
Well, she has been quite preoccupied lately. I'd say that's probably contributed to my streak of good luck.
Haha. Preoccupied. Yeah I—
The familiar pain roars through her body again. Still, it’s not something you get used to. She collapses nearly instantly from the loss of stability…and legs.
*For a second, it's hard to comprehend what just happened. Witch was standing in front of her one second, and then the next-*
*It's Her.*
*How did she get here so fast? And without either of them noticing? And how long until she's the one at the end of those blades instead of Witch?*
Army stares down at Witch, barely registering Poppy’s presence.
Her right blades drip red, and her left hand trembles.
Yet, she is disturbingly still, eyes wide and focused, mouth nothing but a thin line.
Breath shallow desperate pants, vision already blurry as she looks up at the mass of feathers.
Do something you idiot! Run, get help, fight, don’t just sit there like a goddamn coward. You’ve been too damn pampered in here and in the cabin, do something already!
*She was already doing as the anon suggested- well, except for the part about the taser. She has so many weapons, and yet not a single taser-*
*And then Witch speaks. Because of course she couldn't just keep her mouth shut- no, Witch just had to draw attention to the fact Poppy's here too!- she just hopes that She's still too distracted with her revenge to pay any attention to her-*
She wrenches Witch up by the wrist and chops off her fingers. They fall to the floor in little cutlets.
Army’s eyes immediately jump to Poppy soon as she shouts.
*She freezes under Army's stare.*
*In a situation like this, there's only one thing left that she can do.*
Hi there! It's wonderful to finally meet you, really, but I can tell when I'm interrupting something- so don't you worry, I'll just be taking my leave now-
*The performance is second nature. Her smile holds steady, and her voice doesn't falter. And all the while that she's talking, she's rolling further and further backwards.
She's already partially numb to the pain, turning into an annoying, constant hum rather than the agony from before. Her body collapses in Army's hands.
Opportunist never thought much of her, nor did she think much of them, but really this performance is pathetic.
I don't know what you expected, bastard. You forced my hand.
“No.” Her eyes don’t leave Poppy.
Off with her hand, off with her wrist, off with inch after inch of her arm. At some point her shoulder probably snapped, and soon enough that shoulder is all that’s left before Army’s forced to drop her.
She yanks Witch back up by the hair and turns her to face her, before starting the agonizingly slow process on her other arm.
Alright, whatever you say-
*Already the mask is faltering, a slight tremor seeping into her voice. But she doesn't drop the smile.*
*Army's performance is brutal, far worse than anything Poppy has heard of happening to anyone else- excluding the death loop, of course. As horrible as this is, the thought of dying again and again and again, days passing in the brief moments between being struck down-*
*Her body shudders as though trying to shake off the creeping feeling in her gut. It doesn't help. Not with Her eyes still boring into her..*
And off with her shoulder. Army’s gaze turns to Witch, staring past her eyes and into her very being. Bloodstains soak the already filthy breakroom carpet from the soon to be dead torso being dangled over it.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
Her pain is heavy and staggered, every inch of her body crying out in pain as segments of herself fall to the floor. She feels heavy, despite the loss of weight. Vision rapidly fading, but still cold eyed across the room, with the bastard in her peripheral.
“...”
She continues staring. Searching.
She does not like what she finds inside.
“Grill.” Army’s voice is a monotone grunt. She does not look at Poppy, and yet...
What?-
*Her voice comes out far smaller than she intends it to.*
“I only have one hand. Go to the kitchen and make yours useful.”
The threat goes unsaid, but perhaps it doesn’t need to be.
Army goes to the now open vent she presumably came out of. As she’s about to go in, she glares back at Poppy, expectant. She gestures to the door.
Of course, I'll be right back-
*As she leaves, there's only one thought in her head- she doesn't have to come back, does she? She could run and never look back, she could get away from this nightmare of a situation-*
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
. . .
*She arrives in the kitchen.*
There’s a clattering as Army kicks the vent cover to the floor and crawls out, dragging the heavily bleeding Witch behind her.
She shoves her blades into one of the griddles and forces it out, tossing it to the floor.
“Grill.”
Of course-
*She turns on the grill.*
Army turns Witch to face her and stares once more, her body still dripping with blood.
Waiting. Searching. Pleading.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
She hisses, the anger bubbling up higher in her voice. This still isn’t worse. This can be handled.
Congratulations you scared a coward and you’re unhappy with the consequences of your own actions! Both of you can go to hell, I don’t care what you try, you keep coming for me, then I’ll just make her life worse and worse!
Off with her jaw.
Shedding a single tear, Army shoves Witch onto the grill, pushing the bloodied stump of her leg directly on the flame. The fire licks at her apron.
She doesn’t react.
She only has enough of her body left for screams. How has she not passed out from blood loss yet? Why does she have to go through all of this agony AGAIN?
If someone is saying anything, she can’t hear. What idiots everyone was to get in this situation.
Army frantically searches Witch’s eyes for something, anything.
...
She does not like what she finds.
Other. Leg.
*She winces at the sound of sizzling flesh. She'd stopped looking once Army cut of Witch's jaw, but that couldn't stop the sounds from pounding against her eardrums.*
Do you still need me here..? I mean, it really does seem like you have this handled now-
“No,” she cuts Poppy off immediately, before, in a lighter tone, “...Stay.”
Left arm now, the movement to get Witch in position involving an amount of flesh pierced.
Ok-
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
*Just do as you're told.*
*It'll all be over soon.*
It hurts.
But she can’t give in. Not this deep.
She can feel the roots writhing under the floorboards.
“...Good.”
Right arm. Some of Witch’s hair falls from Army’s grip into the fire. It singes.
She does not stop staring into Witch’s eyes.
Gasping. Desperate. Why are they just standing there???
...
(why...?)
Army turns Witch away from her at last and on goes her jaw. She presses Witch down, engulfing practically her whole face in the pyre.
Writhing, crackling pain. No sounds are coming through but the gas of the burner and the wisps of its flame. But, somehow she knows outside of all of this that idiotic bird is doing nothing.
After what feels like an eternity, Army pulls Witch away to stare at her again. She did not give her the luxury of suffocation, nor the luxury of bleeding out. All the larger wounds bleed no longer.
Her eyes look tired, yet still they search frantically for any sign of remorse.
I hate you.
She’s hurt.
“i had you for dinner...” she murmurs, almost inaudible, before marching onwards.
Towards the basement.
*Poppy stays exactly where she is. Maybe She won't notice her staying behind..? Or maybe She's finally done with her?*
*She knows she's not that lucky. But she still hopes anyways.*
She fights as she’s dragged off. It’s difficult to talk missing so much of her body, but she tries to anyways.
Me— too…idiot!
Hey. Asshole.
It's her again. Why her?
I have some information and your little detective friend. How does that sound? No cost.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
*It's her because she's free now, so of course she'd come for Poppy eventually. Although, as her eyes scan the princess in front of her, its clear to see the loop did leave its mark.*
Well, I'm not one to say no to free information. What is it you want to tell me?
She tilts her head as she glares.
Really? Just a certain yes, not questioning why I'm offering this for free?
I suppose you can infer, but the truth is that Prisoner is dating Army, and has been allowing her into the building without resistance, even hiding her around the place.
*So, that's her plan then: to spread the news of that relationship to as many people as she can. It certainly works as revenge, but how long until this all blows up in her face?*
That's certainly a valuable piece of information- useful, too. And you're right, it is a bit odd for you to share something like this out of the blue, no strings attached. But I doubt you're exactly eager to explain your motivations to me.
*As if they aren't written all over her body.*
You aren't dumb, we both know why. She called her violent little animal against me, and chose to help her over us, all of us. Besides, if you don't believe my altruism idea, then it's just because I'm spiteful, and I don't care what she tries to get back at me for this because she's already done her worst.
Well, whichever one is your main motivation doesn't really matter in the end. The information is still just as valuable either way, after all.
You're welcome. So spread it around, that's the price.
A beat.
What have you been up to while I was gone? Or more accurately, what's been going on in general?
Now, now, you already stated what the price of your information was. Besides, aren't there more trustworthy sources of information you'd rather turn to?
No, you’ve been miraculously spared from her appearances, even though it would be so incredibly easy to just dump you out of that chair and do whatever she finds fun. That leads me to wonder what you have been doing lately, or if you’ve just gotten lucky.
*Her tail flicks. Sure, Witch is significantly underestimating her current mobility, but that's still not a particularly pleasant situation to imagine...*
*Completely helpless.*
Well, she has been quite preoccupied lately. I'd say that's probably contributed to my streak of good luck.
Haha. Preoccupied. Yeah I—
The familiar pain roars through her body again. Still, it’s not something you get used to. She collapses nearly instantly from the loss of stability…and legs.
*For a second, it's hard to comprehend what just happened. Witch was standing in front of her one second, and then the next-*
*It's Her.*
*How did she get here so fast? And without either of them noticing? And how long until she's the one at the end of those blades instead of Witch?*
Army stares down at Witch, barely registering Poppy’s presence.
Her right blades drip red, and her left hand trembles.
Yet, she is disturbingly still, eyes wide and focused, mouth nothing but a thin line.
Breath shallow desperate pants, vision already blurry as she looks up at the mass of feathers.
Do something you idiot! Run, get help, fight, don’t just sit there like a goddamn coward. You’ve been too damn pampered in here and in the cabin, do something already!
*She was already doing as the anon suggested- well, except for the part about the taser. She has so many weapons, and yet not a single taser-*
*And then Witch speaks. Because of course she couldn't just keep her mouth shut- no, Witch just had to draw attention to the fact Poppy's here too!- she just hopes that She's still too distracted with her revenge to pay any attention to her-*
She wrenches Witch up by the wrist and chops off her fingers. They fall to the floor in little cutlets.
Army’s eyes immediately jump to Poppy soon as she shouts.
*She freezes under Army's stare.*
*In a situation like this, there's only one thing left that she can do.*
Hi there! It's wonderful to finally meet you, really, but I can tell when I'm interrupting something- so don't you worry, I'll just be taking my leave now-
*The performance is second nature. Her smile holds steady, and her voice doesn't falter. And all the while that she's talking, she's rolling further and further backwards.
She's already partially numb to the pain, turning into an annoying, constant hum rather than the agony from before. Her body collapses in Army's hands.
Opportunist never thought much of her, nor did she think much of them, but really this performance is pathetic.
I don't know what you expected, bastard. You forced my hand.
“No.” Her eyes don’t leave Poppy.
Off with her hand, off with her wrist, off with inch after inch of her arm. At some point her shoulder probably snapped, and soon enough that shoulder is all that’s left before Army’s forced to drop her.
She yanks Witch back up by the hair and turns her to face her, before starting the agonizingly slow process on her other arm.
Alright, whatever you say-
*Already the mask is faltering, a slight tremor seeping into her voice. But she doesn't drop the smile.*
*Army's performance is brutal, far worse than anything Poppy has heard of happening to anyone else- excluding the death loop, of course. As horrible as this is, the thought of dying again and again and again, days passing in the brief moments between being struck down-*
*Her body shudders as though trying to shake off the creeping feeling in her gut. It doesn't help. Not with Her eyes still boring into her..*
And off with her shoulder. Army’s gaze turns to Witch, staring past her eyes and into her very being. Bloodstains soak the already filthy breakroom carpet from the soon to be dead torso being dangled over it.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
Her pain is heavy and staggered, every inch of her body crying out in pain as segments of herself fall to the floor. She feels heavy, despite the loss of weight. Vision rapidly fading, but still cold eyed across the room, with the bastard in her peripheral.
“...”
She continues staring. Searching.
She does not like what she finds inside.
“Grill.” Army’s voice is a monotone grunt. She does not look at Poppy, and yet...
What?-
*Her voice comes out far smaller than she intends it to.*
“I only have one hand. Go to the kitchen and make yours useful.”
The threat goes unsaid, but perhaps it doesn’t need to be.
Army goes to the now open vent she presumably came out of. As she’s about to go in, she glares back at Poppy, expectant. She gestures to the door.
Of course, I'll be right back-
*As she leaves, there's only one thought in her head- she doesn't have to come back, does she? She could run and never look back, she could get away from this nightmare of a situation-*
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
. . .
*She arrives in the kitchen.*
There’s a clattering as Army kicks the vent cover to the floor and crawls out, dragging the heavily bleeding Witch behind her.
She shoves her blades into one of the griddles and forces it out, tossing it to the floor.
“Grill.”
Of course-
*She turns on the grill.*
Army turns Witch to face her and stares once more, her body still dripping with blood.
Waiting. Searching. Pleading.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
She hisses, the anger bubbling up higher in her voice. This still isn’t worse. This can be handled.
Congratulations you scared a coward and you’re unhappy with the consequences of your own actions! Both of you can go to hell, I don’t care what you try, you keep coming for me, then I’ll just make her life worse and worse!
Off with her jaw.
Shedding a single tear, Army shoves Witch onto the grill, pushing the bloodied stump of her leg directly on the flame. The fire licks at her apron.
She doesn’t react.
She only has enough of her body left for screams. How has she not passed out from blood loss yet? Why does she have to go through all of this agony AGAIN?
If someone is saying anything, she can’t hear. What idiots everyone was to get in this situation.
Army frantically searches Witch’s eyes for something, anything.
...
She does not like what she finds.
Other. Leg.
*She winces at the sound of sizzling flesh. She'd stopped looking once Army cut of Witch's jaw, but that couldn't stop the sounds from pounding against her eardrums.*
Do you still need me here..? I mean, it really does seem like you have this handled now-
“No,” she cuts Poppy off immediately, before, in a lighter tone, “...Stay.”
Left arm now, the movement to get Witch in position involving an amount of flesh pierced.
Ok-
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
*Just do as you're told.*
*It'll all be over soon.*
It hurts.
But she can’t give in. Not this deep.
She can feel the roots writhing under the floorboards.
“...Good.”
Right arm. Some of Witch’s hair falls from Army’s grip into the fire. It singes.
She does not stop staring into Witch’s eyes.
Gasping. Desperate. Why are they just standing there???
...
(why...?)
Army turns Witch away from her at last and on goes her jaw. She presses Witch down, engulfing practically her whole face in the pyre.
Writhing, crackling pain. No sounds are coming through but the gas of the burner and the wisps of its flame. But, somehow she knows outside of all of this that idiotic bird is doing nothing.
After what feels like an eternity, Army pulls Witch away to stare at her again. She did not give her the luxury of suffocation, nor the luxury of bleeding out. All the larger wounds bleed no longer.
Her eyes look tired, yet still they search frantically for any sign of remorse.
I hate you.
Hey. Asshole.
It's her again. Why her?
I have some information and your little detective friend. How does that sound? No cost.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
*It's her because she's free now, so of course she'd come for Poppy eventually. Although, as her eyes scan the princess in front of her, its clear to see the loop did leave its mark.*
Well, I'm not one to say no to free information. What is it you want to tell me?
She tilts her head as she glares.
Really? Just a certain yes, not questioning why I'm offering this for free?
I suppose you can infer, but the truth is that Prisoner is dating Army, and has been allowing her into the building without resistance, even hiding her around the place.
*So, that's her plan then: to spread the news of that relationship to as many people as she can. It certainly works as revenge, but how long until this all blows up in her face?*
That's certainly a valuable piece of information- useful, too. And you're right, it is a bit odd for you to share something like this out of the blue, no strings attached. But I doubt you're exactly eager to explain your motivations to me.
*As if they aren't written all over her body.*
You aren't dumb, we both know why. She called her violent little animal against me, and chose to help her over us, all of us. Besides, if you don't believe my altruism idea, then it's just because I'm spiteful, and I don't care what she tries to get back at me for this because she's already done her worst.
Well, whichever one is your main motivation doesn't really matter in the end. The information is still just as valuable either way, after all.
You're welcome. So spread it around, that's the price.
A beat.
What have you been up to while I was gone? Or more accurately, what's been going on in general?
Now, now, you already stated what the price of your information was. Besides, aren't there more trustworthy sources of information you'd rather turn to?
No, you’ve been miraculously spared from her appearances, even though it would be so incredibly easy to just dump you out of that chair and do whatever she finds fun. That leads me to wonder what you have been doing lately, or if you’ve just gotten lucky.
*Her tail flicks. Sure, Witch is significantly underestimating her current mobility, but that's still not a particularly pleasant situation to imagine...*
*Completely helpless.*
Well, she has been quite preoccupied lately. I'd say that's probably contributed to my streak of good luck.
Haha. Preoccupied. Yeah I—
The familiar pain roars through her body again. Still, it’s not something you get used to. She collapses nearly instantly from the loss of stability…and legs.
*For a second, it's hard to comprehend what just happened. Witch was standing in front of her one second, and then the next-*
*It's Her.*
*How did she get here so fast? And without either of them noticing? And how long until she's the one at the end of those blades instead of Witch?*
Army stares down at Witch, barely registering Poppy’s presence.
Her right blades drip red, and her left hand trembles.
Yet, she is disturbingly still, eyes wide and focused, mouth nothing but a thin line.
Breath shallow desperate pants, vision already blurry as she looks up at the mass of feathers.
Do something you idiot! Run, get help, fight, don’t just sit there like a goddamn coward. You’ve been too damn pampered in here and in the cabin, do something already!
*She was already doing as the anon suggested- well, except for the part about the taser. She has so many weapons, and yet not a single taser-*
*And then Witch speaks. Because of course she couldn't just keep her mouth shut- no, Witch just had to draw attention to the fact Poppy's here too!- she just hopes that She's still too distracted with her revenge to pay any attention to her-*
She wrenches Witch up by the wrist and chops off her fingers. They fall to the floor in little cutlets.
Army’s eyes immediately jump to Poppy soon as she shouts.
*She freezes under Army's stare.*
*In a situation like this, there's only one thing left that she can do.*
Hi there! It's wonderful to finally meet you, really, but I can tell when I'm interrupting something- so don't you worry, I'll just be taking my leave now-
*The performance is second nature. Her smile holds steady, and her voice doesn't falter. And all the while that she's talking, she's rolling further and further backwards.
She's already partially numb to the pain, turning into an annoying, constant hum rather than the agony from before. Her body collapses in Army's hands.
Opportunist never thought much of her, nor did she think much of them, but really this performance is pathetic.
I don't know what you expected, bastard. You forced my hand.
“No.” Her eyes don’t leave Poppy.
Off with her hand, off with her wrist, off with inch after inch of her arm. At some point her shoulder probably snapped, and soon enough that shoulder is all that’s left before Army’s forced to drop her.
She yanks Witch back up by the hair and turns her to face her, before starting the agonizingly slow process on her other arm.
Alright, whatever you say-
*Already the mask is faltering, a slight tremor seeping into her voice. But she doesn't drop the smile.*
*Army's performance is brutal, far worse than anything Poppy has heard of happening to anyone else- excluding the death loop, of course. As horrible as this is, the thought of dying again and again and again, days passing in the brief moments between being struck down-*
*Her body shudders as though trying to shake off the creeping feeling in her gut. It doesn't help. Not with Her eyes still boring into her..*
And off with her shoulder. Army’s gaze turns to Witch, staring past her eyes and into her very being. Bloodstains soak the already filthy breakroom carpet from the soon to be dead torso being dangled over it.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
Her pain is heavy and staggered, every inch of her body crying out in pain as segments of herself fall to the floor. She feels heavy, despite the loss of weight. Vision rapidly fading, but still cold eyed across the room, with the bastard in her peripheral.
“...”
She continues staring. Searching.
She does not like what she finds inside.
“Grill.” Army’s voice is a monotone grunt. She does not look at Poppy, and yet...
What?-
*Her voice comes out far smaller than she intends it to.*
“I only have one hand. Go to the kitchen and make yours useful.”
The threat goes unsaid, but perhaps it doesn’t need to be.
Army goes to the now open vent she presumably came out of. As she’s about to go in, she glares back at Poppy, expectant. She gestures to the door.
Of course, I'll be right back-
*As she leaves, there's only one thought in her head- she doesn't have to come back, does she? She could run and never look back, she could get away from this nightmare of a situation-*
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
. . .
*She arrives in the kitchen.*
There’s a clattering as Army kicks the vent cover to the floor and crawls out, dragging the heavily bleeding Witch behind her.
She shoves her blades into one of the griddles and forces it out, tossing it to the floor.
“Grill.”
Of course-
*She turns on the grill.*
Army turns Witch to face her and stares once more, her body still dripping with blood.
Waiting. Searching. Pleading.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
She hisses, the anger bubbling up higher in her voice. This still isn’t worse. This can be handled.
Congratulations you scared a coward and you’re unhappy with the consequences of your own actions! Both of you can go to hell, I don’t care what you try, you keep coming for me, then I’ll just make her life worse and worse!
Off with her jaw.
Shedding a single tear, Army shoves Witch onto the grill, pushing the bloodied stump of her leg directly on the flame. The fire licks at her apron.
She doesn’t react.
She only has enough of her body left for screams. How has she not passed out from blood loss yet? Why does she have to go through all of this agony AGAIN?
If someone is saying anything, she can’t hear. What idiots everyone was to get in this situation.
Army frantically searches Witch’s eyes for something, anything.
...
She does not like what she finds.
Other. Leg.
*She winces at the sound of sizzling flesh. She'd stopped looking once Army cut of Witch's jaw, but that couldn't stop the sounds from pounding against her eardrums.*
Do you still need me here..? I mean, it really does seem like you have this handled now-
“No,” she cuts Poppy off immediately, before, in a lighter tone, “...Stay.”
Left arm now, the movement to get Witch in position involving an amount of flesh pierced.
Ok-
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
*Just do as you're told.*
*It'll all be over soon.*
It hurts.
But she can’t give in. Not this deep.
She can feel the roots writhing under the floorboards.
“...Good.”
Right arm. Some of Witch’s hair falls from Army’s grip into the fire. It singes.
She does not stop staring into Witch’s eyes.
Gasping. Desperate. Why are they just standing there???
...
(why...?)
Army turns Witch away from her at last and on goes her jaw. She presses Witch down, engulfing practically her whole face in the pyre.
Writhing, crackling pain. No sounds are coming through but the gas of the burner and the wisps of its flame. But, somehow she knows outside of all of this that idiotic bird is doing nothing.
Hey. Asshole.
It's her again. Why her?
I have some information and your little detective friend. How does that sound? No cost.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
*It's her because she's free now, so of course she'd come for Poppy eventually. Although, as her eyes scan the princess in front of her, its clear to see the loop did leave its mark.*
Well, I'm not one to say no to free information. What is it you want to tell me?
She tilts her head as she glares.
Really? Just a certain yes, not questioning why I'm offering this for free?
I suppose you can infer, but the truth is that Prisoner is dating Army, and has been allowing her into the building without resistance, even hiding her around the place.
*So, that's her plan then: to spread the news of that relationship to as many people as she can. It certainly works as revenge, but how long until this all blows up in her face?*
That's certainly a valuable piece of information- useful, too. And you're right, it is a bit odd for you to share something like this out of the blue, no strings attached. But I doubt you're exactly eager to explain your motivations to me.
*As if they aren't written all over her body.*
You aren't dumb, we both know why. She called her violent little animal against me, and chose to help her over us, all of us. Besides, if you don't believe my altruism idea, then it's just because I'm spiteful, and I don't care what she tries to get back at me for this because she's already done her worst.
Well, whichever one is your main motivation doesn't really matter in the end. The information is still just as valuable either way, after all.
You're welcome. So spread it around, that's the price.
A beat.
What have you been up to while I was gone? Or more accurately, what's been going on in general?
Now, now, you already stated what the price of your information was. Besides, aren't there more trustworthy sources of information you'd rather turn to?
No, you’ve been miraculously spared from her appearances, even though it would be so incredibly easy to just dump you out of that chair and do whatever she finds fun. That leads me to wonder what you have been doing lately, or if you’ve just gotten lucky.
*Her tail flicks. Sure, Witch is significantly underestimating her current mobility, but that's still not a particularly pleasant situation to imagine...*
*Completely helpless.*
Well, she has been quite preoccupied lately. I'd say that's probably contributed to my streak of good luck.
Haha. Preoccupied. Yeah I—
The familiar pain roars through her body again. Still, it’s not something you get used to. She collapses nearly instantly from the loss of stability…and legs.
*For a second, it's hard to comprehend what just happened. Witch was standing in front of her one second, and then the next-*
*It's Her.*
*How did she get here so fast? And without either of them noticing? And how long until she's the one at the end of those blades instead of Witch?*
Army stares down at Witch, barely registering Poppy’s presence.
Her right blades drip red, and her left hand trembles.
Yet, she is disturbingly still, eyes wide and focused, mouth nothing but a thin line.
Breath shallow desperate pants, vision already blurry as she looks up at the mass of feathers.
Do something you idiot! Run, get help, fight, don’t just sit there like a goddamn coward. You’ve been too damn pampered in here and in the cabin, do something already!
*She was already doing as the anon suggested- well, except for the part about the taser. She has so many weapons, and yet not a single taser-*
*And then Witch speaks. Because of course she couldn't just keep her mouth shut- no, Witch just had to draw attention to the fact Poppy's here too!- she just hopes that She's still too distracted with her revenge to pay any attention to her-*
She wrenches Witch up by the wrist and chops off her fingers. They fall to the floor in little cutlets.
Army’s eyes immediately jump to Poppy soon as she shouts.
*She freezes under Army's stare.*
*In a situation like this, there's only one thing left that she can do.*
Hi there! It's wonderful to finally meet you, really, but I can tell when I'm interrupting something- so don't you worry, I'll just be taking my leave now-
*The performance is second nature. Her smile holds steady, and her voice doesn't falter. And all the while that she's talking, she's rolling further and further backwards.
She's already partially numb to the pain, turning into an annoying, constant hum rather than the agony from before. Her body collapses in Army's hands.
Opportunist never thought much of her, nor did she think much of them, but really this performance is pathetic.
I don't know what you expected, bastard. You forced my hand.
“No.” Her eyes don’t leave Poppy.
Off with her hand, off with her wrist, off with inch after inch of her arm. At some point her shoulder probably snapped, and soon enough that shoulder is all that’s left before Army’s forced to drop her.
She yanks Witch back up by the hair and turns her to face her, before starting the agonizingly slow process on her other arm.
Alright, whatever you say-
*Already the mask is faltering, a slight tremor seeping into her voice. But she doesn't drop the smile.*
*Army's performance is brutal, far worse than anything Poppy has heard of happening to anyone else- excluding the death loop, of course. As horrible as this is, the thought of dying again and again and again, days passing in the brief moments between being struck down-*
*Her body shudders as though trying to shake off the creeping feeling in her gut. It doesn't help. Not with Her eyes still boring into her..*
And off with her shoulder. Army’s gaze turns to Witch, staring past her eyes and into her very being. Bloodstains soak the already filthy breakroom carpet from the soon to be dead torso being dangled over it.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
Her pain is heavy and staggered, every inch of her body crying out in pain as segments of herself fall to the floor. She feels heavy, despite the loss of weight. Vision rapidly fading, but still cold eyed across the room, with the bastard in her peripheral.
“...”
She continues staring. Searching.
She does not like what she finds inside.
“Grill.” Army’s voice is a monotone grunt. She does not look at Poppy, and yet...
What?-
*Her voice comes out far smaller than she intends it to.*
“I only have one hand. Go to the kitchen and make yours useful.”
The threat goes unsaid, but perhaps it doesn’t need to be.
Army goes to the now open vent she presumably came out of. As she’s about to go in, she glares back at Poppy, expectant. She gestures to the door.
Of course, I'll be right back-
*As she leaves, there's only one thought in her head- she doesn't have to come back, does she? She could run and never look back, she could get away from this nightmare of a situation-*
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
. . .
*She arrives in the kitchen.*
There’s a clattering as Army kicks the vent cover to the floor and crawls out, dragging the heavily bleeding Witch behind her.
She shoves her blades into one of the griddles and forces it out, tossing it to the floor.
“Grill.”
Of course-
*She turns on the grill.*
Army turns Witch to face her and stares once more, her body still dripping with blood.
Waiting. Searching. Pleading.
@stp-minimum-wage-witch
She hisses, the anger bubbling up higher in her voice. This still isn’t worse. This can be handled.
Congratulations you scared a coward and you’re unhappy with the consequences of your own actions! Both of you can go to hell, I don’t care what you try, you keep coming for me, then I’ll just make her life worse and worse!
Off with her jaw.
Shedding a single tear, Army shoves Witch onto the grill, pushing the bloodied stump of her leg directly on the flame. The fire licks at her apron.
She doesn’t react.
She only has enough of her body left for screams. How has she not passed out from blood loss yet? Why does she have to go through all of this agony AGAIN?
If someone is saying anything, she can’t hear. What idiots everyone was to get in this situation.
Army frantically searches Witch’s eyes for something, anything.
...
She does not like what she finds.
Other. Leg.
*She winces at the sound of sizzling flesh. She'd stopped looking once Army cut of Witch's jaw, but that couldn't stop the sounds from pounding against her eardrums.*
Do you still need me here..? I mean, it really does seem like you have this handled now-
“No,” she cuts Poppy off immediately, before, in a lighter tone, “...Stay.”
Left arm now, the movement to get Witch in position involving an amount of flesh pierced.
Ok-
*Don't get on Her bad side.*
*Just do as you're told.*
*It'll all be over soon.*
It hurts.
But she can’t give in. Not this deep.
She can feel the roots writhing under the floorboards.
“...Good.”
Right arm. Some of Witch’s hair falls from Army’s grip into the fire. It singes.
She does not stop staring into Witch’s eyes.
Gasping. Desperate. Why are they just standing there???
