Creationaria: White Out and Grey Ink
WARNING: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GORE.
“You wouldn’t actually hurt them...right?” Friendly stepped forward towards Parsure.
Parsure grinned, “I’m glad you asked that”
Parsure’s tendrils quickly break the chains keeping the anons hanging above, sending them crashing down onto the rusty pipes below, the jagged metal impaling them instantly.
“Oh! And just in case~” Parsure smiled, his tendrils slicing off the three anon’s heads, letting them roll away. “Yes, I would hurt them”
Friendly gasped, Freshnon dropped their skateboard. Evil’s body began to tremble.
“You monster!” Friendly shouts, rushing forward towards Parsure.
Parsure’s grin widens as he revs his white chainsaw, plunging it through the anon’s chest, and slicing up. Grey blood spraying all over his body.
Matron stood in horror. Dran clenched her fists tight.
“I don’t care, I’m killing you personally” Dran growled. Slowly stepping forward, her claws dripping with her own blood, from clenching her fists so tight.
“Oh hell no, you don’t just kill and get away with it!” TA steps forward as well, gun pointed at Parsure’s head.
“Dawg, what you just did” Purple energy begins flowing from Freshnon’s eyes. “Is unrad” He sprints forward, skateboard back in hand. Parsure laughs, swinging his chainsaw up. Freshnon slides beneath, knocking Parsure off his feet.
Dran quickly flies up and lands on Parsure’s back, grabbing his tendrils.
“Justice comes from above bitch” Dran pulls with all her might, ripping the four tendrils from Parsure’s back.
Parsure roars out in pain, rolling out from under Dran, lifting up his chainsaw.
“Come on then! All of you!”
“No” TA fires, bullets ripping through Parsure’s body, throwing him back into the same pile of pipes he killed the anons with.
“We were supposed to arrest him.” Matron’s voice was low, “but you don’t arrest monsters, you put them down. “
Freshnon picked up the body of his fallen friend. “Dawg, what’s happening here?”
‘Hey!” Hood called out, dragging a bloody Aaron with him. “Corruption is dealt with, but we need help.”
“It was weird…” Aaron coughed, “he just...melted…”
Dran quickly rushed over and helped take Aaron. “Friendly is dead...so is Parsure.”
Hood’s eyes widen, his mouth curled into a frown.
TA stood above Parsure, and fired three more times, directly into his chest and face. “I don’t like risks.”
Matron sighed, “i’ll need to notify the council of this loss...everyone go home, Dran, do you mind escorting Aaron to the nearest hospital?”
Dran looks up “sure, no prob.”
Evil Anon knelt down, looking into Parsure’s cold dead eyes. “Whatever you had planned, i hope you are happy with the result.
@your-awkward-sister-anon