@yourfuturebcyfriend
Well, if there was anything here, the presence of Wrench most certainly would’ve scared them off. He’s not really sure where he is – he just knows that he’d wandered here on his mission to hunt down some creepy church cult and take them down, and then he’d stayed too long. He hadn’t had any money so he couldn’t really stay at the hotel, and .. well, he just chose the next best thing he could. That’s right, a totally abandoned building! He’s slept in his fair share of them, but something about this one seemed downright spookier than usual. He kept hearing groaning, and he could have swore that shit kept moving, but he’s also tired as fuck and not really in the mood to investigate.Or … is he? Wait, wait a sec, this place might just have some older tech he can salvage and / or some good ol Blume security system parts. People never seemed to fully remove ‘em these days, after all!
But …. he ends up working himself out to exhaustion again, and the next thing he knows, he’s waking up later in the night. He doesn’t know what time it is, other than obviously Really Fucking Late, and he gets up and dusts the debris off himself. A shiver runs through him as he looks around him at all of the rotting building, taking a sec to stretch before he’s moving on his merry way. But he KEEPS shivering. It’s not even cold, but it KEEPS happening! He should have wore a thicker hoodie, probably… Anyways, he proceeds to wander through the building, and .. well, he swears there’s SOME kind of ghost or something here. If that’s what keeps making him shiver despite the lack of breeze. Now Wrench is getting aggravated – ( \ / ) “Okay, look, if there are any demons or ghosts or whatever have you, could you fuck off? Stop making me cold! Go get a life! Oh – ( / \ ) ah, er, fuck, THAT’S probably a shitty choice of words, but. Well. ( . . ) You know what I mean. Just. go away! Shoo! Git!” ( \ / )
Whatever he does seems to work, because now he’s not constantly shivering as he works his way over and through debris. And it’s actually not cold out! Maybe it WAS a ghost after all? Meh, who knows, who cares. He’s just grateful it stopped. He didn’t hear Sal come in, though, or speak – well, he catches the tail end of what he said, but he doesn’t react or process it until he bumps into Sal himself.
( ! ! ) “ AH! ” ( ; ; ) He cries out and tries to throw a punch as a reaction when Sal runs into him. He’s clearly surprised, so the semi-colons blink from that to two solid blocks as he takes in the man before him. Blue hair, black shirt .. a mask? A kinda creepy one, if you asked Wrench, but hey – he can’t criticize. He wears a considerably spooky mask himself. He tries to calm down his breathing, the hand on his chest slowly falling slack and he’s standing at his usual posture again.
“Oh … It’s just you. Dude, if you wanted to talk, you coulda just said so.” He finally says, weirdly casual and acting as if he knows who the hell Sal is. He pauses, though, tilts his head to the side, crossing his arms as his mask changes to ( ? ? ). “Wait a goddamn second. ( * * ) I don’t know you. Who the fuck are you?” ( ? ? )
“AH!!” Sal shouted back in surprise, the punch caught him off guard; it briefly connected with his right arm and sent him stumbling back. Thankfully he managed to keep a hold on his super gear boy. It would’ve sucked if that had gotten damaged. “Dude!” Sal gripped his arm, rubbing it a little to douse the pain. This had just been an accident, but he could feel the blood rushing to his face and his legs tensing up; a fear response. Who was this guy?
“I’m...I’m Sal, Sally Face.” For a split second he glanced back down at his super gear boy; not enough time to get any other readings, but it was obvious the guy in front of him wasn’t a ghost. “Did I scare you? Sorry man, you startled me too.” Plus that punch fucking hurt. “Are you squatting here?”
With tensions slightly dissolved, Sal was able to properly get a look at the guy and his entire...get-up. One electronic mask, and a...punk-rock kinda vibe? Huh, this guy was definitely new to Nockfell; he would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb otherwise.
