The fluffy hunters finale: “Wabash valley massacre” part two
PART TWO OF THIS: The fluffyhunters finale: " Wabash valley massacre, part one" (by whackadoo1997)
**AUTHOR’S NOTE: sorry, but no illustrations this time around. I had to return my tablet i was using to my irl buddy who owns it. I may add them in at a later date IF i get my hands on one. who knows. anyhow, here’s part two. hope you like it- and the epilouge!!! **
As the cyberfuzzy team made their way through the corridors of the basement, they found themselves time and time again getting lost somewhat, frantically searching throughout the entire complex of Chambers and disused storerooms for what they were sent in for. As they darted back and forth, they finally had reached another dead end. They were ready to give up, when an announcement came over the Wi-Fi connected commands they were being given.
“Dr Kent has entered the building, we repeat. Be on your best behavior.”
He wasn’t supposed to do that. Now they were scared. That meant discipline. They dashed around more and more until finally, something caught their eye. It was a metal door with a polished exterior. It couldn’t have been more than a few meters wide. As they strode up to it, they realized it was electrically locked. This would take a bit.
Outside the vault on the first floor however, the guards that were keeping watch over the vault door were firing round after round off over their padded shields. The privately contracted men were desperately fighting back the ever-growing horde of cyberfuzzies. 5.56 rounds flu across the corridor like a swarm of bees. Each one of the men desperately held their position as the cyborgs drew closer and closer even shot several times they still managed to limp their way towards the front of the line.
“FALL BACK, TO THE WALL!” Screamed squad leader, before pulling out a single flashbang grenade. As they bumped right up against the wall and the sealed vault door, they hunched over, some covering their ears, some bracing for the impact. With a loud percussive bang they all snapped back up, firing away at the stunned and disoriented crowd. The horde of them began to retreat, but not in any calculated way. They simply began to sprint as far as they could to evacuate from whatever was scaring them. And at this point it wasn’t even the guards that were doing anything. That was when they realized: Inside of the vault, they could hear a panicked screaming and howling, unbrideld pain. It sounded like all of the fuzzies they had gunned down in terms of vocal quality. By that moment they’d realized what was happening and sprinted away from the door
As they all ran away from the doors, braced themselves behind knocked over desks and tables. As it was feared to have happened there was a Titanic explosion, and the vault door went flying, blasting into dozens of chunks of torn metal and plates of polished steel in every direction. The fireball rocketed straight down the hallway, and dissipated as quickly as it had exploded outwards. As the dust settled, the squad leader got up and put his weapon down. He knew what was in the vault, and he knew he could manipulate it or at least get it on his side. “Subject j311…can you hear me?”
The crimson cyborg slowly walked out of the front door of the vault, and shook dust off its head looking straight ahead and smiling as it always had done so. “Subject j-311…we mean you no harm. But there’s a lot of bad people out here now who want to hurt you and everybody in this building.” It glanced at the wall, and without even saying so much as a single word its body rocketed across the floor perpendicular to its location, bursting through the wall in an almost Looney tunes like fashion without moving its legs. “Okay then, at least he’s on our side.”
Dr Vanskyock stumbled at the force of the vaultl explosion, but kept running down the hall anyways, trying to get to the secondary safe room. Collapsed ceiling had cut off his access to the primary one, and the other way had been blocked in by the Savage attack of cyberfuzzies and fluffyhunters locked in combat. He was seriously stumbling his arthritic body along to the research and development building. His gun that he had kept in his desk for years was unfolded and loaded, his SBS foal was held tight to his chest with a makeshift sling that he had tied out of an old sweatshirt. He ignored the crying, he had enough to worry about. As he stopped to look outside, he saw absolute carnage through the bay window of one of the exterior hallways. The smokestack that connected to the generator building head collapsed, and tanks of oxy acetylene gas were on fire outside of the fabrication building. A single backhoe that was digging the capricorn lab foundation had now been knocked on its side, and was billowing smoke from its spilled fuel. It was looking grim.
He ran into the entryway for the r&d lobby. It was a recent construction, and was built in a very opening and inviting manner but resembled more or less a medical center lobby. He looked across the faux bamboo wood veneers and tiled floor and saw the grim sight of a team of dead fluffyhunters, and the slaughtered bodies of cyber fuzzies. Only one fluffyhunter stood alive. It was f-16.
“Oh god boy what happened?” Dr ran over, and instead of getting up, F-16 looked at him in abject misery and shock.
“ They killed my brothers…One of them had a gun. He had a recoilless gun on his back. He blew f-15 and f-22 to pieces… I’m the only one that’s left” The doctor looked at him, and as he was about to say something poignant, a familiar peep noise broke the silence. “Dumpling!” F-16 buried his face in the makeshift sling, and nuzzled his little adoptive brother. “Don’t worry boy, he’s okay. We need to get to the secondary safe room, I got locked out of the other one.” They both got up and ran, through the trashed lobby and past all of the stupid posters and placards that have been placed up to tell investors and visitors about how great it was to work there. As they entered the production area, stationary laboratories and testing rooms sat idle. It had been a little bit since these rooms had been used. They were only used during exhibition days. But not so long as dust could accumulate.
They turned the corner and there was a stairwell leading down to the current production floor. They egressed a locked door, and tanks of maturing fluffyhunters sat in electrical hums of machinery, and nothing more. “Oh say hello to generation “H, they are not done cooking yet…” This generation of fluffyhunters were all still incubating to full maturity size, they still had their original arms and legs attached. They proceeded onward ignoring the sound of explosions still ringing outside the facility as acetylene tanks exploded at the fabrication building. All of a sudden, there was a strange noise. Like the sound of something being sucked into a pipe. “GET DOWN!” Screamed F-16 as he tackled Dr Vanskyock to the floor. A warhead flew above them and pierced the corrugated metal wall exploding on the other side as it hit a reinforced wall on the other side. Amniotic fluid spilled out as shrapnel tore through the tanks and bodies of the growing fluffy hunters.
They both looked over and there was another gunnery team. The doctor got up, and turned his sling around so that dumpling wouldn’t get hit.
He cocked his gun and popped off several rounds, all of them from the hip, one connected with the spotter. Its face exploded as the hollow point round ripped through the frontal lobe. It fell dead and rigid as a plastic toy. Another shot dented the neck armor of the gunner. It was shaken as its armor snapped off, it’s throat bruised. As the automated loader chambered another round, F-16 made his play. He charged the beast and bit the tip of the barrel of its gun, bending it out of shape. As that happened, the fuzzy began to panic, and tried to fire his gun. It proceeded to explode. The warhead collided with the bent metal, and detonated. sending a shower of ragged shrapnel all over the Gunner’s face and neck. His scratched and dented teeth still glimmered through its exposed strings of skin.the blast tore through the armor, which cracked open and dangled precariously. F-16 went for the kill. He snapped off its neck armor, and bit down hard on its throat. Yanking out a chunk wide open, revealing a gusher of its rotten, chemical filled blood.
He gagged. It was disgusting. It smelled like death warmed over and formaldehyde. As the doctor came up to him, he seamlessly and wordlessly followed alongside the doctor again. They made it to the secondary safe room, only to be met with a horrific sight. The door was blown wide open. The smell of wet iron lingered in the air. The lights inside flickered on and off. one swung like a pendulum, ripped off the ceiling. The bodies of the workers and researchers of this part of the facility littered the floor. “Oh my fucking god…” the doctor wanted to vomit. He could feel his stomach and esophagus cramping up. He fell to his knees. “Oh my god they’re all dead…” f-16 nuzzled up against him. Despite his mutations and cybernetic augmentation, He was still a fluffy at heart, and knew that when people were very sad like this, the best thing you could do was to try and hug them, and to be there for them. He laid his head across the doctor’s shoulder in the doctor held at his skull gently.
both of them had lost so much in such a short time. Gears of hard-working research have been destroyed, and years of family life have been eviscerated. The doctor bit his lip and stood up, taking the sling off of his back. He sat there with dumpling in his hands, and held him tight, completely crushed emotionally. As that came to pass He looked at f-16. “This is all my fault. I goaded Dr. Kent… Francis , that vindictive piece of shit, I brought this upon us…”
Thoughts racing his head as F-16 watched him. In time, he handed dumpling over to F-16, and fashioned a sling that could be worn across his back to keep the little one safe. “Take him and find a safe place for him. I’m going to face my demons.” “Are you sure that is wise?” the doctor stood up and looked down at him “I’m willing to die as penance. You and dumpling need to find safety and hide.Anywhere now go! Hell The cafeteria lockers, the sorry boxes storage facility, hell even the computer lab the fucking nothing is in their value to these monsters.” He commanded him and he did exactly just that. As the doctor stood at attention, he looked around at the room. Until something caught his eye, one of the office rooms to the side had the lights on, and he felt compelled to walk to it. What he saw, sat there singing like a siren but with visual cue. It was a stiletto knife stuck up from the desk in the room. The doctor grabbed it, and folded it up “… A deus ex machina if I ever saw it.” He pocketed it, pulled out his gun and ran back into the building from where he came, if he couldn’t meet Dr Kent he would at least die fighting these abominations.
In the rain, the security guards stood vigil around the trucks that Mattel had paid good money for. They were waiting impatiently for this endeavor to be over, so they could get out as soon as possible. They couldn’t be fucked to care about their boss’s personal vendetta against this stupid company. As two of them sat inside of the cab of one of the trucks sharing cigarettes, they heard a horrible noise.
“Fuck was that?” One of them said, looking ahead, the semi-truck in front of them now had a gigantic gash in the side of its trailer. It looked as though some kind of medium sized object had hurtled straight through it. As the windshield wipers flicked back and forth, nothing could prepare them for what happened next. The entire truck in front of them exploded, shrapnel rained straight up into the air like a shotgun blast. Standing in the air from where the bed of the tractor trailer was but a few seconds previous, was subject j 311. The armed guards from the other trucks immediately taken cover, but prepared themselves to attack whatever had just done this. J311 stood there, and locked eyes with the men in the truck in front of him. “You gotta be fucking kidding me-”
Simply by thinking about it alone, the truck exploded, sending once more car parts and debris in every direction with the force of a shotgun blast. The entire truck burst with the percussive snap of a ton of dynamite exploding, but with no shockwave or fire. It simply wasn’t anymore. And as the armored guards pointed their guns at the subject, and fired off bullets rapidly and without any consideration…they caught its attention. unfortunately.
F-16 ran across the roof of the Warehouse that ran adjacent to the facility, as he trounced over skylights and around air conditioning machinery. He only ended up there as he tried to run from the cloning center to the computer lab. in his mind: There was no way anybody would have gotten up there, and going back inside would mean risking running into fuzzies on his own without any help. The one place that he knew was going to be abandoned was the computer lab, the one place he was never allowed to be. But the fuzzies never would have thought of it, he told himself. He couldn’t help but be so focused, that he could not see the loose panel of corrugated steel. He didn’t expect to trip over it, and certainly didn’t expect the panel to give way because it was installed incorrectly, and he did not expect to fall 30 ft to the exposed concrete floor.
He landed flat on his chest, the impact of it transferred straight to his organs including his artificial heart. For a few seconds it gave out, and his vision began to fog up. Not before he saw a most deplorable sight, a pack of cyberfuzzies approaching him.
When his heart kicked back on, he stumbled to his feet only to see that they were now doing the unthinkable, pushing dumpling around and kicking him. Like a football. “DON’T YOU DARE.”
The three of them looked at him like he was the biggest idiot who’d ever walked the earth. “Get your hooves off of him…” And promptly in amusement, one of them decided to bite him on the back of the neck, picking dumpling up. the sbs stallion proceeded to scream and urinate.
“See smart guy? No hooves” that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, another said. And in a fit of absolute rage, F-16 charged him, the fuzzy tried to brace itself but F-16 went straight for its legs, and tackling it over itself, he bit down hard on its forearm, immediately snapping it perpendicular halfway through the tibia. As it flailed and in pain, he used his head like a club, smacking The fuzzy’s skull to the ground, and proceeding to claw its eyes out. The other two were shocked at the display of brutality, which they had not yet encountered. As thunder boomed outside, the emergency lights flickered. And in brief flashes of light they saw as f-16 had managed to pull the head off of the fuzzy. it was promptly thrown into the side of a conex box.
“WHO WANTS SOME” he roared like a monster. As he did so the flaming debris of a cummins transmission crashed through the roof from across the facility. It flew through the air straight behind him, bouncing off of the concrete. He took no notice. The fuzzy’s watched as it soared across the room and came in perfect contact with the propane tank of a forklift truck. F-16 stood perfectly still, maintaining eye contact with them as it exploded, filling the room with a fireball that engulfed half the damn warehouse. “PUT THE FLUFFY DOWN OR I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU.” the fuzzy who had dumpling in his mouth, simply ignored the warning and with absolute gutlessness tossed dumpling through one of the plate glass windows. He let out one long continuous screaming chirp as he flew outside and disappeared into the storm, his fate unknown. It was at that moment that F-16 went Feral.
He Leapt straight through the air at the smug fuzzy, and proceeded to knock it onto its back, as it hooked at him and bunny kicked him, he was unrelenting, his sharpened teeth tore at its face, ripping off chunks of its integrated armor, and as he struck Savage blows with his claws he struck the exposed parts of its body with brute force. The second one, decided to bite him on the back leg and tried to break it off by stomping at the relay coils that attached his servo chassis to his abdomen. Without thinking, F-16 donkey kicked it in the adams apple, making him gag and wheeze. He then bit on the jaw of the cyberfuzzy, and tore it in half like a wishbone. It gagged and bubbled it’s own spit and blood as f-16 began to tear whole chunks of neck meat out. chemically diluted blood gushing from it’s torn arteries. that was the end of him.
The second fuzzy was breathless and furious, but stumbled back. The fuzzy reared up to stomp its hooves down on F-16, but unfortunately, that tactic only works on fluffies, by fluffies. F-16 tackled him and sent him flying out the open door to the elements. He fell in the loading bay, which by now was full of water. all gathered up by the clogged drain that maintenance had yet to fix. It coughed and hacked as it suffocated on its own crushed lungs, and as F16 lorded over it. The cables from the power lines laid lifelessly in the great basketball court sized puddle. Before he leapt at his opponent, they heard it. The two of them looked over and on top of the circuit breaker for the facility’s main transformers. There sat dumpling. Chirping and crying. The circuit breaker had been reset after lightning struck one of the pylons. F-16 realized this, and stepped back.
“SEE YOUR RETARDED LITTLE FLUFFY IS ALIVE! NOW SPARE ME” “So he is…hey DUMPLING! Here! Over here!” as he called out, dumpling instinctively crawled towards him, falling off of the circuit breaker box he landed on the lever attached to the side of it. As his fat little bottom pushed it down (with assistance from gravity) to the on position, much to the chargrin of the fuzzy. he realized how fucked he was. At that very moment over 315 kV surged into the water, The cyber fuzzy stood on all fours and screamed in agony as steam hissed from inside of its armor plating, sparks flew from the extremities of its body like a tesla coil. As its voice box fried out, its skin began to blister and burn, and then soon charred as tendrils of electricity escaped from gaping wounds that were growing along its body. Its aluminum armor showed signs of heat damage. As the electricity surged through him more and more, he foamed at the mouth, his tongue swelling up like a charred and burnt hot dog roll. His eyes turned golden brown and began to leak from their sockets, the jelly within boiling like egg whites in a frying pan. F-16 watched with schadenfreude initially, but soon disgust as its body cooked alive, the water around it boiling away. thankfully it couldn’t last forever as it soon fell over on its side, boiling under the water like a chunk of dry ice in a still pond.
As soon as it started it was over, and dumpling fell off of the lever which immediately erected itself back upright. He landed on his bottom, and began to cry again because the shock of landing on your butt twice in a row was quite a lot for him to handle. His older brother walked over and slowly picked him up and placed him on his back. Nothing bad would ever happen for the rest of the day. That was a threat he intended to hold on to, to anyone who crossed his path.
It was in the main artery of the facility where Dr Kent had been smoking a rancid cigar. He was furious. This whole stupid plan was unraveling like a poorly made sweater. He was losing thousands of dollars of equipment by the minute and couldn’t even get to the safe room where he expected to see Dr Vanskyock. As he jumped on his stogie, he looked at the destroyed bodies of the fluffyhunters and cyber fuzzies around him. He really didn’t give a shit about them at this point. Then, he heard it. The telltale sound of human footsteps. He looked up, and through the dimly lit hallway, he saw a silhouette. “HEY! HAS THE WAY TO THE SAFE ROOM BEEN CLEARED YET, I COULDN’T GET INTO IT!”
“Hello Erik.” The silhouette stopped moving. “…you cunt.” Much to the shock of Dr Kent, a volley of bullets fired in his wake, whizzing past him and grazing his coat as he ran away like a coward. He fumbled for his 10 mm pistol, dropping it on the floor and losing it in the scuffle. As he hid behind some knocked over furniture, an office desk that was in the middle of there for no reason, he watched as Dr VanSkyock walked in, with a small machine gun chambered in a small caliber. “Francis Kent, show yourself you sideways son of a bitch.” The thunder outside grew stronger. With a searing hiss there was a further explosion, red petrochemical fire shone through the windows. Dr Kent, realizing he was actually no longer in control of anything, watched as Dr VanSkyock scanned the room. “SHOW YOURSELF!” as he gingerly looked around the room. Without any provocation he shrugged, folded up his UC9 and acted as though he had given up.
At that moment Dr Kent stormed around him, and tackled him from behind, knocking him to the floor. The two men proceeded to beat the shit of each other, savagely exchanging blows tit for tat one after the other. Dr Kent grabbed the disembodied leg of a fluffy hunter and hit Dr Vanskyock across the face and neck with it, to which event Skyock proceeded to grab him by his tie and pull him forward, cocoa butting him in the mouth. As they fought harder and harder, fluffyhunters who survived the onslaught were marching towards the sound of violence, by the time Kent and Van skyock were back on their feet exchanging fisticuffs like boxers, they had amassed a small crowd. Then, Kent thought he could do him in. Charlie horsed his leg, and as he fell to the ground he caught the other doctor and proceeded to put him in a choke cold. He squeeze as hard as he could until Dr Vanskyock’s face began turning blue. Reaching for his pocket on his coat, he pulled out a stiletto knife, and stabbed it deep into Kent’s stomach. Twisting it like an allen wrench.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MY SIDES! YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH YOU GUTTED ME!” He let go and rolled to the side, screaming in agony as it happened. But at that moment, Dr Vanskyock heard one command ring out loud and clear- “ERIK GET DOWN!”
He fell to the floor on command and every set of eyes in the room turned into the direction of the shout. Even Dr Kent, sitting on his knees, looked as Dr Mandy stormed in, with her GeneForge rifle fully charged. “Mandy? They still employ you in this shit hole?” Dr Kent couldn’t help with being rotten and cutting. “It’s Dr Amanda Dominguez, jackass.” hw brushed her off instinctively “listen here coughI don’t take orders from diversity hires…”
She flipped the safety off, and pulled down on the trigger of the rifle. A beam of green and yellow energy pulsed Forward, as it struck Dr Kent in the chest, he let out an agonizing, blood curdling screech. The stiletto knife phased through his body and fell to the floor as his flesh turned a bright green glowing color and his skeleton flashed int a shade of glossy antimatter blackness, The shockwave from the resulting explosion was so strong that it knocked people on their asses- particularly Dr Mandy. Green and yellow tendrils of energy exploded throughout the entire room, and the skylight gave way, raining down water and glass upon the assembled crowd. And what was the last time the man dr. francis kent was seen.
The fires that raged down the warehouse died off soon as the rain kept pouring down harder and harder. Within minutes the fire department had arrived and were extracting bodies and figuring out a way to get to the safe room, so as to rescue the staff that were trapped inside. As people evacuated and multiple members of the lab went back to find important documents and to see if any fluffy hunters survived…It was not unnoticed that the vault had been broken into. The inside had melted like a blast furnace. Specimen j-113 was inside of the vault. It was a good subject.
Within the hour, the police finally arrived. Only to be met with a side of absolute hell. Dead cyborgs laid everywhere, fluffy Hunters and cyber fuzzies alike. The semi trucks that had brought them all there, had been destroyed in an unknown cataclysm, torn rivet from rivet nut from bolt. Some parts of them had melted into rivers of molten steel that fused with the pavement. Everybody cooperated with them and told them exactly what happened. It was a bit much. At the end of the day, everyone was sent to the hospital and checked over, and Dr Vanskyock was sent home with cracked ribs and a sprained ankle. At his age that was bad. It took a couple of months for the facility to be fully rebuilt, let alone the bodies of the deceased gathered and buried. The cyber fuzzies were dismantled and submitted to the police as evidence. Eventually, the majority of the Mattel bioelectronics staff were charged with many accounts of criminal conspiracy and corporate espionage charges. Alongside domestic terrorism charges. No one could account for The disappearance of Dr Kent. It was likely he died in the destruction of the semi trucks…That’s what it says on his death certificate.
The company was put under heavy scrutiny by the department of Justice and my local state and federal agencies, until it was found that the man responsible for it all was deceased. And that was the end of the massacre at the Wabash valley Labs…