Day One: Part 1

[Dr. McNinja]

“Ooowww”

Dr. McNinja rubbed his mask. There was greasy crap all over it. He hated getting crap on his mask; switching out masks to wash the dirty one was always a pain when you were not allowed to ever have a mask off. And in this place, it was unlikely there was any place with true privacy. Or safety, for that matter. What even was this stuff? Should he be worried? What if it was a horrible disease? Or poison? Or worse, acne-inducer? There were no river monsters nearby. Acne would the end of him. Nobody would see it, but it’d be itchy as hell. Does acne itch? He should probably know that.

He slid behind a corner of the clinic, hoping that the Red Death rip-off wouldn’t notice him. He checked his claw. Very similar grime was all over his brand-new claws. If he had his equipment, he could analyze it, see how to fight back against it.

“Like Batman would,” the voice in his head commented.

“Exactly like Batman would. But I can’t do that right now.”

He sneaked into another bush, doing his best to wipe off the slime from his head. It smelled awful, too.

The clinic had been taken. It was no longer a safe place to be.

He took out his map and read the Prime descriptions. It sounded like he had just escaped Okor. Impressive credentials, he supposed. Glad he got away before Okor did too much damage.

Dr. McNinja sighed. He had to find his allies. Jak. Delsin. Where were they, anyway? They were supposed to meet up at the clinic. They didn’t know about Okor, and he had no way of communicating with them.

Suddenly, he heard Karl Jak announce the reward.

“Okay, package. Lovely,” Dr. McNinja thought, “But the more appealing thing is all those people flocking to get it. If I can watch - silently - and ambush a particularly weak one, I can take them out, yeah?”

“You could also be caught,” the voice said.

“Totes worth,” Dr. McNinja replied.

He snuck into another section of the Clinic and almost jumped of fright. Delsin was hiding behind the corner he had just turned.

“GAH” he cried out, then clapped his mouth shut and whispered the following, “Delsin! You’re here! We gotta hide somewhere. The clinic is not safe. I just ran into someone who, well, I think he punched me and infected me with something. Okor. That was his name.”

Dr. McNinja suddenly grew wary that this rather empty building was now occupied with himself and the enemy Okor, and he just shouted at the top of his lungs… twice. First time, intentionally… But second time? That surely gave away his location.

“We need to move,” Dr. McNinja muttered, “Now.”

“Hey, relax, man,” Delsin whispered, “I set up mines all around the building. No one’s coming in through the obvious routes.”

“Oh. Nice. Alright, we need to find Jak, and then deal with Okor. Let’s hide out somewhere outside the building.”

“So he doesn’t come in unprepared,” Delsin agreed.

Dr. McNinja took another nervous glimpse around the building. “I’ll see you outside.”

He silently snuck out through a window and climbed into a tree branch. He crouched, and watched carefully, listening for any footsteps.