07-21-2018, 12:29 PM
The door to the shack flew inwards with an unceremonious bang. Dim candlelight wavered expectantly upon the dull, scratched surface of Jason's mask as he stood on the threshold. Dark eyes scanned the room, initially oblivious to the object of fascination standing right in front of them.
"Welcome home, baby!" Pamela tried, taking a tentative step forward. This saccharine greeting did not have the sort of effect that had been anticipated. There was no surprise in the brute's stance, no spasm of shock. Utter stillness reigned. Jason brushed past the figure of his mother, stomping into the center of the room. He looked around slowly, taking in every corner and shadow with careful scrutiny.
"What would you like for supper?" Mother asked, but Jason was busy. The distant sound of detonations and thunder rolled through the forest, and the silent maniac turned his head towards the window. With no further words, Vorhees stomped back outside, closing the door behind him. Pamela stared. Then came a loud, lurching, scraping sound. Scowling frightfully, the jilted shapeshifter went to try the door, but found it jammed shut. Something heavy had been pushed against the outside. But wait, It thought, hadn the door opened inwards?
The hinges were gone. Not anymore, it didn't.
Meanwhile, Handsome Jack was staggering upwards from the smoldering ruin of the arcane crater. Of course the damned lightning spell had blasted straight through his shield. Steaming, crimson lines down his arms and a sudden splurt of blood from his lips indicated a wide assortment of internal injuries.
"Fuckin...lemming..." Jack cursed as he pulled a shotgun out of thin air. He shouldered the weapon and advanced on the little hairball's last position.
Ch...ch...ch...
Ah...ah...ah...
A heavy, cold hand suddenly clasped Jack's shoulder. The executive flinched instinctively, but relaxed slightly as he glanced up at Jason. The fleshwall was gazing towards the bush where Shantotto had cast her spell from.
"Ah. Perfect idea. Go! Go get 'er!" Jack said in the manner of a huntsman speaking to his hound. Shantotto, however, had not remained still. She had managed to quietly squirrel her way through the brush for several yards before running face first into a tree trunk. The impact jostled her arm, and she suppressed a cry of anguish before looking up. A hockey mask stared down at her.
Before she could conjure her wits, let alone a spell, an iron hand plucked her out of the bush and held her up like a kitten. She looked so small and helpless...already wounded grievously. The creature was, hypothetically, someone he was supposed to kill. A machete glinted softly in the moonlight, and the tarutaru whimpered.
Jason trudged back into the lightning-scoured clearing, still holding Shantotto like a kitten. By this time, she had managed to regain her sense of impertinence.
"Unhand me you faceless dog, or I'll send your corpse right back into the bog!" she shrieked. Jack laughed loudly and pumped the action of his shotgun, not because he needed to, but because he could.
"Great job, my guy! Give her a toss when I shout pull!" the Hyperion usurper jeered. As he said this, however, the black mage pulled her rod out once more, barking out a sharp string of arcane power. A torrent of fire engulfed the upper hald of Jason's body, but his grip did not relent.
It was a pity, how often hubris was fatal in his presence. There was a sudden howling from the treeline as a distorted, rage-filled Pamela Vorhees slipped into the moonlight.
"Spoil the clown's game, will you? Fine! So much for good theatre!" Pennywise bellowed. He tore off apron he had adapted from Mrs. Vorhees to reveal a rotund gut, split open and filled with churning teeth. It surged forward hungrily towards Jason, and was subsequently fed as the hulk tossed Shantotto into the demon clown's maw.
"Penny...wwiiiise!" the mage shrieked. Oh the confusion! Already tenderized, small and afraid! The perfect bite! As the Dancing Clown gagged and tried to find the restraint to spit It's ally out, Jack walked up to Jason and clapped him on the back.
"Well, I didn't say pull, but this'll do nicely." Jack said loudly. Another grenade materialized in his hand. A machete was also driven between his ribs.
"For fuck's...sake..." Jack wheezed. Jason callously kicked the injured fop several meters away with the blade still inside of him. A somewhat merciful gesture, all things considered.
"Welcome home, baby!" Pamela tried, taking a tentative step forward. This saccharine greeting did not have the sort of effect that had been anticipated. There was no surprise in the brute's stance, no spasm of shock. Utter stillness reigned. Jason brushed past the figure of his mother, stomping into the center of the room. He looked around slowly, taking in every corner and shadow with careful scrutiny.
"What would you like for supper?" Mother asked, but Jason was busy. The distant sound of detonations and thunder rolled through the forest, and the silent maniac turned his head towards the window. With no further words, Vorhees stomped back outside, closing the door behind him. Pamela stared. Then came a loud, lurching, scraping sound. Scowling frightfully, the jilted shapeshifter went to try the door, but found it jammed shut. Something heavy had been pushed against the outside. But wait, It thought, hadn the door opened inwards?
The hinges were gone. Not anymore, it didn't.
Meanwhile, Handsome Jack was staggering upwards from the smoldering ruin of the arcane crater. Of course the damned lightning spell had blasted straight through his shield. Steaming, crimson lines down his arms and a sudden splurt of blood from his lips indicated a wide assortment of internal injuries.
"Fuckin...lemming..." Jack cursed as he pulled a shotgun out of thin air. He shouldered the weapon and advanced on the little hairball's last position.
Ch...ch...ch...
Ah...ah...ah...
A heavy, cold hand suddenly clasped Jack's shoulder. The executive flinched instinctively, but relaxed slightly as he glanced up at Jason. The fleshwall was gazing towards the bush where Shantotto had cast her spell from.
"Ah. Perfect idea. Go! Go get 'er!" Jack said in the manner of a huntsman speaking to his hound. Shantotto, however, had not remained still. She had managed to quietly squirrel her way through the brush for several yards before running face first into a tree trunk. The impact jostled her arm, and she suppressed a cry of anguish before looking up. A hockey mask stared down at her.
Before she could conjure her wits, let alone a spell, an iron hand plucked her out of the bush and held her up like a kitten. She looked so small and helpless...already wounded grievously. The creature was, hypothetically, someone he was supposed to kill. A machete glinted softly in the moonlight, and the tarutaru whimpered.
Jason trudged back into the lightning-scoured clearing, still holding Shantotto like a kitten. By this time, she had managed to regain her sense of impertinence.
"Unhand me you faceless dog, or I'll send your corpse right back into the bog!" she shrieked. Jack laughed loudly and pumped the action of his shotgun, not because he needed to, but because he could.
"Great job, my guy! Give her a toss when I shout pull!" the Hyperion usurper jeered. As he said this, however, the black mage pulled her rod out once more, barking out a sharp string of arcane power. A torrent of fire engulfed the upper hald of Jason's body, but his grip did not relent.
It was a pity, how often hubris was fatal in his presence. There was a sudden howling from the treeline as a distorted, rage-filled Pamela Vorhees slipped into the moonlight.
"Spoil the clown's game, will you? Fine! So much for good theatre!" Pennywise bellowed. He tore off apron he had adapted from Mrs. Vorhees to reveal a rotund gut, split open and filled with churning teeth. It surged forward hungrily towards Jason, and was subsequently fed as the hulk tossed Shantotto into the demon clown's maw.
"Penny...wwiiiise!" the mage shrieked. Oh the confusion! Already tenderized, small and afraid! The perfect bite! As the Dancing Clown gagged and tried to find the restraint to spit It's ally out, Jack walked up to Jason and clapped him on the back.
"Well, I didn't say pull, but this'll do nicely." Jack said loudly. Another grenade materialized in his hand. A machete was also driven between his ribs.
"For fuck's...sake..." Jack wheezed. Jason callously kicked the injured fop several meters away with the blade still inside of him. A somewhat merciful gesture, all things considered.