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Characters: Bro Strider, John Egbert [OU], John Egbert [AU2], and eventually Dave Strider [OU]
Setting: Floor fifty-four (toy shop)
Format: Action
Summary: Egbertian luck is bad as usual as they happen across a malfunctioning Bro while trying to avoid tower craziness. They manage to survive the encounter, only to die at the hands of a none-too-pleased, clockwork'd little brother.
Warnings: Language, body horror, a toasted marshmallbro, and scrambled egs

[You would think that they would have come to the conclusion of staying together in these sorts of circumstances a lot sooner than they did. You would think, but you would be wrong. Such is the Egbert way of life.]

[They'd been moving from floor to floor, avoiding all the droned inhabitants to the best of their abilities. They never stayed on any particular floor for too long and only ventured near the staircases when tey were absolutely sure that there was nobody there. And so far, they'd managed to do a pretty good job of avoiding death. Guess it really is true what they say about two heads vs. one.]

[Currently, they were hiding out on the doll floor, sticking to the edge of the room and trying to avoid thinking about how creepy the stares of the dolls and puppets were.]

Okay, my vote is that we leave this floor and head up to the ball pit, what say you? Not only does it have better cover but it's less...creepy. This is a very creepy floor.

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[Okay so while Bro is rushing at bigger John, he goes behind the shorter John's back and starts making a grab for the hammer which he is literally having to untie from the other's back.]

Oh my god, we are totally going to have a conversation about how stupid you are for doing this with your hammer while that completely lunatic Bro charges at us.

Really convenient man. Just, A plus job.

[Oh god, oh fuck, oh damn he is not gonna get this untied in time.]

Edited 2013-04-19 04:58 (UTC)

Again, I thought we were running!! Here, quit it hold on I'll get it.

[John attempts to help the other untie the hammer. He really needs to get something better to hold this damn thing. Do they make sheathes for hammers? Like is that a thing? Because he totally needs one.]

[This is just making everything worse, in all likelihood, but eventually they'll manage to get the hammer free. Though chances are it won't be in time to stop Bro.]

[Silly children. Don't you know that you're just making it easier for Bro? It's practically effortless for him to get close enough to lunge. His hands wrap around John's neck from behind and squeeze very hard. It's clear he is going for the kill.]

[But why didn't Bro go for the John that actually had the hammer. The handle slips out of his grip and suddenly all airways are blocked off no matter how much he tries to breathe.

It's becoming a fucking struggle at this point.

ALTERNATE SELF, SEND HELP????]

[He's got your...his...their...you know what, fuck it. YOUR BACK IS HAD, bro-self!!!!]

[Now that he has full control of the hammer, John lifts it and aims a particularly hard swing at Bro's back. He's going for the crazy damage bonk here.]

[There's the sound of hammer meeting skin and it collapses in a little. His skin tears slightly and a little blood soaks his shirt. But it doesn't appear that anything really happened. They can't see it, but underneath his shirt where the skin is torn, blood-stained smuppet fluff is poking from inside.

The action really just makes his squeeze tighter, pressing his nails in hard to really block them airways. Do you feel skin breaking yet? It's hard enough to certainly do that.]

[John's eyes widen, and he's starting to get fuzzy and panic. No no no no no no he was not going to be choked to death. Focus John focus, become the wind. Just fucking do it you idiot and get some air.

Sorry Bro, your chokehold was shortlived as John remembers being the wind is a thing he can do. He reappears behind the other John.]

Thanks for all the help man.

What the-- [No effect? Maybe he just didn't swing hard enough. John winds up again, hitting bro with more force in the same place a second time. The results are the same though. Kind of hard to damage something with no innards, after all.]

[Luckily, the other John manages to windy thing his way out of there before John has much of a chance to panic.]

Yeah, no prob. But seriously, amsrcay! Now!

[The third blow to Bro probably isn't necessary. But John's hoping for a time bonk to give them a little more time to escape. But since he's not really getting solid hits, Fear no Anvil's time powers fail to kick in, once again.]

[But oh well, time to fucking run for it once more!]

[He's vaguely confused when John windys out of his grip. It takes him a moment to realize he materialized behind him. The hit to Bro really doesn't do much at all except cause him to stumble forward. The third one catches him in the stomach and causes him to double over a little, but. Then he sees John with the hammer, and suddenly the kid is in his radar. Fuck the bigger John, it's little John he's going to go after now.

So yeah, that sure is a bleeding Bro running at him now, trying to tackle him to the ground.]

[Oh hell to the no, Bro. Bigger John will not let Bro lay a finger on his alternate self. John grabs the Fear no Anvil hammer and takes a good swing at Bro. Whether or not he was able to activate it was a different story. He didn't use this hammer as much as he should have.

Hm.]

Take that, asshole.

[INSIST THEY AMSCRAY JOHN...]

[Yeah. You know that inexperience with the hammer? It's not going in your favor, Johnny boy. Bro manages to dodge the swing and now he's tackling smaller John to the ground, hard, and trying to get his hands around his neck.]

Edited 2013-04-19 21:14 (UTC)

[John gets the wind knocked out of him entirely as Bro slams him into the ground. Disoriented, Stars blink in and out in his field of vision as his head spins. And with Bro going for his throat on top of all this? Well it doesn't exactly bode well.]

[Missing is kind of embarrassing. So when the two slam to the ground, John goes into action- raising the hammer and bringing it down hard over Bro's head.

He wasn't one for attacking people like this. He didn't WANT to kill Bro. But if he had to....well...he had to.]

[He's just getting his hands closed around John's neck when the blow comes.

What did you expect to happen, John?

Because what happens is probably not something you ever could've imagined. The back of his head caves in, the force of the blow sending his head forward and smacking right into John's face. Those pointy anime shades don't feel too good when they're slamming into you, do they, John? Oops.

But instead of brain goo spilling out, the only thing they'll see is the smuppet fluff, sticking out bloody and fluffy from around the bits of bone and sunken skin. It's disorienting enough for Bro to roll off of John for the moment, but he's very clearly Not Dead as he slowly moves to get up, blood dripping from the back of his head. His shades were knocked off and you're getting none too happy looking orange eyes glaring at the both of you as he stands.]

[John coughs as he rolls over onto his side. His back hurts, his lungs are on fire, and now his face hurts on top of it all after having Bro's head slammed against it.]

S-son of a bitch...

[Panting, he manages to push himself into a half-seated position on the floor. High enough to get a better look at what's going on, but he's not so sure about actually standing just yet. One look at Bro is enough to make the color drain from his face.]

What the hell!? [This is all kinds of messed up right now.]

[John lowers the hammer and gets a good look at Bro. What the fuck is going on here? Is that fluff? Yeah that is definitely fluff. He just fucking made a puppet Bro bleed. They were so fucked right now.

Son of a bitch is right.]

This is so messed up. [Talk about body horror. John wasn't even thinking anymore-it was either kill or be killed at this point and if Bro keeps getting up, they needed to off him.]

[Here's your chance to try and off him again, John, because now that he sees you with the bloody hammer, he's coming after you now. Forget the one he just tackled. You bashed his head in, you bastard, you're the enemy once more. He's still sort of disoriented, so his movements are similar to a zombie as he stumbles towards the John with the hammer.]

Nice try, puppet dude.

[Nope. Not so fast Bro! Big John knows how to defend himself here. Unlike the last couple of times he's encountered someone, he just materializes off to the side of Bro, getting himself out of sight for another attack if need be.]

[Certain that his alternate self isn't going to come to any harm, Johto's John takes advantage of the fact that Bro's attention is once again off of him and staggers to his feet.]

[He'll work on making a run for it once the room stops spinning. He must have hit his head harder than he thought when Bro tackled him. Dammit he better not have sustained another concussion here...]

[When John materializes away, Bro is trying his best to find him. He's forgotten little John for the moment and he's swaying a little as he looks for where the other went. His mind lands on the smaller John though, and his mind is telling them they're both enemies. If he can't get one, then he needs to get the other.

So fighting the disorientation, Bro heads towards smaller John. The puppet head from before is between them and as he runs at him, he picks it up and hurls it at John's head just to distract him, and then keeps running at him, attack mode engaged.]

Edited 2013-04-19 22:50 (UTC)

[The doll head doesn't so much distract him as it does hit him square in the face, reigniting pain in an already tender area and throwing him off balance.]

Ack!!

[He manages to stay on his feet, but he is not at all prepared for Bro's approach. He's one gentle shove from being acquainted with the ground again and hardly in any position to put up a defense or a counter attack since John still has his hammer.]

[Mission accomplished. With the hit secured, Bro is free to tackle him to the ground again. Because of his head wound, it's not nearly as hard or as rough as before. Hell, towards the end it's kind of like he stumbles into John. But once he's got him on the ground, he's going to try a different approach. Thus far, choking has only gotten him bashed and beaten. So clearly he needs to do something else.

So yeah, he's just going to start trying to claw at John's face, going for the eyes mostly, hard and rough and angry, because maybe if he really gets John injured then he won't be able to run away so much!]

[Tackle or stumble, it's enough to send John reeling again. Son of a bitch, he just got OFF the floor, why does this keep happening? At least he's not trying to choke him again, though John can't honestly say he cares for this approach either. Hasn't his face taken enough abuse from Bro today? Apparently not.]

[He writhes on the ground trying to roll away from Bro or kick him off him or basically do ANYTHING that will separate them. His eyes are screwed shut in an attempt to keep Bro's fingers from scratching them out.]

Get offa me!! Get--!! Stop!! [Alright, fuck it. He really didn't want to do this but it's come to the point where he doesn't have any other options. The hammer isn't doing shit to Bro's puppet innards so even with his other self here, there's not much that can be done. While using his right hand to push Bro's chin back and hopefully get him to ease off the cat attack, his left hand goes for his belt. Specifically: the little red-and-white balls stuck to it. Good thing he has their positioning memorized, because there's really only one Pokémon for the job here.]

[There's a flash of light as John releases his Dusknoir from his Pokéball, the giant ghost appearing at the side of the floorbound duo. Now, Elliot isn't exactly the most expressive of Pokémon, considering he doesn't really have any facial features but even so it's pretty obvious that he is Not Okay with this in the slightest.]

Elliot! Help!

[John didn't even need to give the command, as the ghost was already in the process of reaching for Bro the moment he realized what was going on. There is one thing in this world that you don't fuck with in front of Elliot.]

[And that one thing is Master John.]

[One of his massive hands grabs at Bro's back, attempting to pull the man off of John none too gently.]

[John's eyes being closed definitely makes it hard to get at them, that's for sure. But that doesn't stop him, he's determined to claw the fuck out of him, and he does at least get a few good swipes in.

But then the Pokemon is pulling him off, though he does manages to squirm out of the grip thanks to the fact he's kind of slick with blood. Welp. That certainly is a new threat. So Bro is just going to try and attack it now, lunging at it viciously.]

[Elliot goes incorporeal as Bro lunges at him, sending the man barreling right through him. Nice try, but not good enough. He spins around on the spot, facing Bro and waiting for a counter attack with his right fist curled into a ball.]

[Bring whatever you've got, you won't hurt his master or his alternate master again, Puppet-Man.]

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