This is a continuation of Just in case you ever wondered. By(that1hugboxer) ,the man named Skip by (that1hugboxer) , [Redacted] report 2 by (that1hugboxer) and The hounds of ??? by (that1hugboxer
You are Skip. Yourself and Duncan the man you are guarding , are currently being pursued by Zuri Clay , one of Femi Henderson’s lackeys.
As Duncan drives you assess the situation. Where before there was just Zuri’s car, there are now three additional vehicles attempting to corral you.
You turn to Duncan.
“The safest option is to let them escort us to whatever location they have in mind. I know it’s not ideal but we have a better chance of survival this way.”
“Alright Skip I’ll follow your lead.”
The group escorts you both to an abandoned mall on the outskirts of town.
You and Duncan are instructed by Zuri to hand over your weapons and cell phones then to follow her and the other people inside the building.
The men accompanying Zuri are dressed in cobra themed F.A.S and riot helmets.
You and Duncan are lead into the abandoned mall and find Femi waiting there with her own escort of cobra themed guards.
“It’s been a while Duncan. I see you are doing well.”
Duncan keeps his composure and chats with her as if they were old friends.
“I’m so glad there’s no hard feelings Duncan. Now I’m going to need you to hand Odis and Atlas over to me.”
Duncan’s composure begins to crack,but nonetheless he does as instructed.
Femi attaches Odis’s harness to the front of her chest and makes Atlas wait with one of the Guards.
“Now if the two of you would follow me we that would be most appreciated.”
Yourself and Duncan are lead deeper into the mall where Femi opens a hidden door.
Femi stops as the sound of growling can be heard from the corridor.
“What the Hell?! We’re nowhere near their patrol zone!”
From within the corridor spills forth dozens of floating sets of eyes .
One by one the men are taken to the ground as if pinned down by invisible hounds.
You take the opportunity to pick up one of their mp5’s and give Duncan back his Cooner 1911 357 magnum.
Femi runs deeper into the abandoned mall with Odis and Duncan follows after her while Atlas stays with you
Switch perspective to Duncan.
You are Duncan.
As you follow Femi through the abandoned mall you make sure to never let her out of your sight even for a second.
Femi attempts to take another secret passage but you follow her down.
You case her for what seems like an eternity until both of you exit the tunnel into some sort of underground city. Femi enters one of the buildings
You chase her in the building as the hounds from earlier nip at your heels.
You keep ascending the building floor after floor. Your entire body burns with fatigue but you push through the pain until finally Femi stops.
There is some kind of cast iron machine adorned with rune covered glass.
Femi pulls a glass cylinder out of the machine.
“You’re persistent I’ll give you that Duncan. But I think you should have a look at this before you come any closer.”
Femi holds up the glass cylinder. Inside is a foal. A foal you recognize. It’s unmistakable. A flood of emotions fill your mind.
You try your best to keep your composure but the anger is breaking through.
Femi smirks at your distress.
“What’s wrong Duncan I thought you would be happy? This is your second chance to Do things right!”
“Why!!? Why would you do this?!! What do you have to gain from any of this???”
Within the glass cylinder is a clone of Maya.
“Oh My ignorant little Duncan, a pleb such as yourself could never even begin to understand the hobbies of society’s uppermost echelons. This machine is one of many like it. It’s quite literally powered by emotional Distress along with the misery , loneliness, suffering and despair of living creatures. It’s a technique that supposedly predates the Great flood , said to have been given to humanity by the watchers. A source of energy that so long as suffering exists , is truly unlimited. So the haves of society made a game of causing as much suffering as possible to the have nots , it is most effective with children around 4 or 5 years old as they experience those emotions with such unbridled ferocity . Hope so easily built and then shattered with such ease. The problem is children tend not to last very long under those conditions. So fluffies were engineered to have those same emotional qualities regardless of age and they reproduce faster than any other animal on earth. Unfortunately without a large cultural shift we couldn’t make them suffer on the scale needed. So operation Cleveland was initiated and almost over night everything fell into place.”
You are at a loss for words.
You look around the room at the child sized torture tables and realize there’s fresh blood on them.
Femi notices your eyes glancing at the tables.
“Even with the cultural shift and the abundance of fluffies, it was discovered that there’s truly no substitute for good old human suffering . So we made “human bio toys” and once again had the same result. But then we had a much better idea, instead of fluffies or human bio toys being used in place of human suffering, we used them to create human suffering.”
“So I’ll give you a choice. Odis or Maya? you may choose 1 to take back with you and the remaining fluffy will tortured in front of you to fuel the machine.”
You raise your pistol.
“You won’t do it! What if I drop Maya, what if you hit Odis?”
Suddenly you hear banging on the door.
“Someone! Anyone! Open the Door!!!”
Femi’s face turns pale.
“Daddy!?”
The sound of barking hounds grows closer and closer.
You back up and put your hand on the door handle.
“Duncan are you insane let my dad in!!!”
You smirk .
“As you wish.”
With on swift motion you open the door just in time to see Dr Nigel Henderson get dragged off by invisible hounds.
Several of the hounds grab Femi by the legs and attempt to drag her out as well but she catches herself on the doorframe.
Femi looks up at you pleading for help.
You smile and reach out your hand.
Femi’s face fills with hope.
You unhook Odis’s harness and watch Femi’s grip start to slip due to having Maya’s cylinder in her hand .
Femi is pulled out of the room screaming all the while still clinging tightly to the cylinder.
You turn into the hallway and find no traces of Dr.Henderson, Femi ,the hounds or Maya.